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I dare you to write a drabble/one shot about a Solangelo first kiss where Will is the one who initiates it instead of Nico

WHY IS THIS SO HARD FOR ME

Nico thinks Will is probably dying.

After all, there’s no other possible explanation for the way he’s been acting lately. He’s quieter than normal, for long stretches of time, chewing his lip like he does when there’s a problem he can’t solve or a fight he can’t win. He stares at nothing a lot. He’s strangely tense - whenever their shoulders bump or their eyes meet, he jumps, like he’s received an electric shock.

And he blushes. A lot. All the time, really.

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[mynamehan]

Unlucky in Love

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Gif credit to @ogledalo-moje-duse​

Summary: Spencer is unlucky in love - until he isn’t.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, some suggestive content

Word Count: 3.4k

           Spencer Reid is, by most people’s definition, unlucky in love.

      ��    It wasn’t for lack of trying. In his early twenties, Spencer often caught himself fantasizing about being on the receiving end of some great storybook romance straight out of one of the classic novels on his bookshelf. On the rare occurrence where his mind was able to slow down long enough, Spencer would daydream about what his future partner would be like. Would they share his fondness for the written word, or his penchant for foreign cinema? Would they find his tendency to go off on tangents endearing and his less than fashionable style of dress charming? Spencer liked to think so, but the likelihood of finding someone who could accept him despite all of his quirks seemed low.

           But still he hoped, even though he knew hope was a dangerous thing. Hope gave life to the possibility of disappointment – and if there was one thing Spencer did not need more of, it was that.

           Spencer Reid was in love with the idea of love – obsessed with the idea of his soul intertwining with someone else’s. But with his thirtieth birthday quickly approaching and absolutely no prospective love interests in sight, Spencer was feeling more than a little disheartened. It certainly didn’t help that everywhere he turned, love was running rampant. Hotch had Beth, Penelope had Kevin, Jennifer had Will, and Morgan had… any number of possible partners. Emily and Rossi were both unattached, but happily so in a way that Spencer just couldn’t quite manage.

           It wasn’t that he didn’t like seeing the people around him happy – it was just that he couldn’t help but wonder when he’d finally get his chance at love.

           A month before Spencer’s thirtieth birthday, everything changes.

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[mynamehan]

Spencer Reid x Reader | Work Husband

@emberfrostlovesloki :  Spencer X Reader request. What if Spencer wrote the reader a note saying he liked them. The reader knows it’s Spencer but pretends to not know who it’s from. After a while she writes him back and they confess their feelings for each other and the reader tells Spence she knew it was him all along. Maybe some kissing and cuddles included! Thanks so much.

@he4rtbre4khotel :  could you possibly write a spencer x reader where the reader always teases spencer? (like how garcia & morgan tease eachother)

(A/N: Combination of two requests because I thought they would go well together <3)

(Summary: Spencer is NOT pleased when it seems like someone might be swooping in on his anonymous romantic gesture, 3k+ words, fluff, Warnings: None, Jealous!Spencer)

“Honey, I’m home!” you mock yelled as you entered the bullpen, laying a wet kiss on Spencer’s cheek. 

You wouldn’t usually be so forward with public displays of affection in the workplace, but Hotch was nowhere to be seen so you felt comfortable planting one on your ‘work husband’. 

“Did you know that the muscle you use to pucker your lips is called the Orbicularis Oris and is also used in exhalation?” Spencer asked, using a tissue from his desk to wipe off his cheek. 

“I did not know that Spencie, but I guess that’s why we keep you around,” you said, as you took a seat at your desk. 

You and Spencer had known one another for years but your relationship hadn’t always been so familiar. When Spencer had first started working at the Behavioral Analysis Unit, you had treated him with the utmost amount of care.  When he’d shown up on the first day, he was wild eyed and timid and that had scared you. While everyone else made fun of him, you had tried to stick to the background and offer him support when he needed it. You had never met anyone like him and you were a little scared that one wrong move would set him off or break him. Half of the time that he spoke to you, you had no clue what he was trying to say but that didn’t stop you from trying to get it.

Through the years, you had started to humanize him and the kid gloves you had used when interacting with him had come off in favor of a more familiar banter. Spencer was still shy and nervous, but you had realized that it wasn’t necessarily a bad quality for him to have. If anything, it kept things interesting. As the two of you grew closer you had adopted the habit of referring to him as your ‘work husband’ and flirting with him shamelessly. 

Unlike with Morgan and Garcia, Spencer rarely flirted back. Instead, he opted to respond to your advances the only way that he knew how, with fun facts and bashful curiosity. You had a feeling that women didn’t pay Spencer much attention, so you figured it was probably healthy that he got a healthy dose of the female gaze once in a while. 

Also unlike Morgan and Garcia, you were pretty sure that there was something distinctly non-platonic brewing under the surface of your relationship with Spencer. Sometimes the two of you shared moments that felt so much bigger than banter and flirting and that was a little scary. It felt weirdly serious to consider the fact that you had feelings for Spencer, so most of the time you didn’t. He didn’t seem to be in too much of a hurry to confront his feelings, so you didn’t think the issue was too pressing. 

Luckily, today was a paperwork day which meant that there wasn’t any traveling that needed to happen. Unluckily, paper work days were the most boring part of the job. Mindlessly filling out forms and recalling terrible images was the opposite of your idea of a good time so you often did what you could to spice the day up for you and your coworkers. 

“Quick, baby! Tell me a nerd fact!” you yelled, tossing a balled up piece of paper on to Spencer’s desk across from you. 

Spencer perked up at your request, always willing to drop what he was doing to indulge your requests for new knowledge. He had a habit of licking his lower lip when he was thinking deeply, an unnecessarily sexy accompaniment to teaching his coworkers about something. 

“Laws governing fashion were first recorded in England in the 13th century. These laws were regulated to distinguish and preserve the differences between classes of the society. For instance, women had to dress as per the social standing of their husbands and fathers, and silks in purple and gold could only be worn by the royals. Those who broke these rules were punished, sometimes executed!” he said excitedly, tucking his hair behind his ear to keep it from getting in the way of his speech. 

You nodded solemnly, satisfied with the new information that Spencer had introduced into your life, “That’s a very good fact, baby. I’m excited for tomorrow’s.” 

The two of you spent the rest of the morning filling out forms, having whisper debates about the best Dr. Who episodes, and attempting to stealthily throw the paper ball back and forth without the rest of your coworkers noticing. 

By the time lunch rolled around you were almost done with all of the forms that had accumulated on your desk. If you finished all of them in a timely manner you would probably be able to leave work early, which meant that Spencer would definitely be able to leave with you because he was able to go through government documents with superhuman speed. All you had to do was grind a little after you got back from lunch and you were practically guaranteed a movie marathon with Spencer.

“Alright, hubs. It’s break time, where are we getting lunch?” you asked Spencer through the low divider of your desks.

“Oh,” he said nervously, “I can’t get lunch with you today, I have something I have to stay in the office for.”

You tried not to let yourself fall into a childish pout. It wasn’t your first nature to get so emotionally involved in something at work, especially not something so inconsequential as a lunch date, but when it came to Spencer you couldn’t help but get almost too involved. Luckily, no one was paying attention to you enough to bear witness to you resisting the urge to whine at Spencer to try and wear him down into telling you what was more important than getting lunch with you.

“But there’s a new Thai place that just opened up down the street. You know how much I love coconut chicken, it’ll be devastating if I don’t get any today!” you wailed, clutching a hand to your chest dramatically.

“I’m sorry, I really have to stay here for this.”

For his part, he did actually look upset about having to reject your offer. That made you feel better about acting so strung out and dramatic. When you spent all day staring at gruesome crime scene photos and reading grisly accounts of what sick weirdos had done to their victims, sometimes the best way to cope was to be a little silly or fixate on some of the more menial details of your job (such as your coworkers). That was one of the things that you liked about Spencer, no matter how weird or clingy you acted, he never seemed to judge you. 

“You know that this means I’ll have to sit in the dining area looking all sad and alone, right?” you asked him, your face falling into a sarcastic pout. 

He laughed and reached under his desk to pull out one of the many books that he kept in a stack amongst his other personal items. 

“Here,” he said, offering you some sort of prehistoric looking book, “you can read this while you wait to keep you entertained.”

You stared at the book dubiously. Though you enjoyed books, you knew that you and Spencer’s definition of a ‘light read’ were vastly different. Despite your apprehension, you slipped the book into your purse which brought a bright smile on to Spencer’s face. You knew that even though he tried to appear unphased by your overly affectionate act, he did enjoy the attention that you gave to him. He enjoyed it even more when you seemed to take an interest in what he enjoyed. 

“Fine!” you said, spinning around wildly in your chair so that you came face to face with Agent Anderson who was leaning against one of the desks behind yours. 

“I happen to love Thai food,” he said, looking down at you with an amused smirk. 

“Oh, yeah?” you asked, looking him up and down. 

You didn’t know Anderson super well, he worked the more paperwork heavy side of the Behavioral Analysis Unit, but you still liked him enough to let him be your lunch date. Especially if Spencer couldn’t make it. 

“Alright, Anderson. Looks like you’re in,” you said, standing up from your desk with your bag in hand. 

Turning back to Spencer, you shot him a triumphant grin, “Well Reid, it looks like you are now divorced from work husband related activities because I’ve found someone who actually wants to spend time with me.”

As you leave, you try not to notice the way that the smile had completely dissolved off of Spencer’s face at Anderson’s offer. You’re not a level 187 genius like Spencer, but you are able to deduce that the darkness in his eyes has something to do with jealousy. You and Spencer had never talked about your feelings for one another, but that didn’t stop Spencer from trying to keep anyone else from getting to you first. When the team went out to bars after cases, Spencer always had a habit of not being more than a few feet away from you at any moment just in case any guys got the wrong idea and tried to strike up a conversation with you. It would have been annoying if it weren’t kind of cute.

It wasn’t that you tried to make Spencer jealous on purpose, you just figured that if he was going to have all of these feelings for you and not do anything about them then it wasn’t his place to get all twisted up about what you did. Apparently you could now file ‘getting lunch with male coworkers who are not Spencer’ under things that would get him twisted up because the way that he was glaring at Anderson told you that your lunch date was probably lucky that Spencer had failed his gun qualifications a few times over.

“Don’t look at him like that, Spencie. I’ll bring you back some pad thai. Catch you later.”

And with that you were gone, leaving a very stressed out Spencer in your wake.

<3 

When you returned from your lunch, Spencer was nowhere to be found. After plopping down the container of pad thai on his desk, you noticed a white envelope sitting on your own. 

Your name was scrawled hastily across the envelope in Spencer’s messy handwriting. It wasn’t like Spencer to send you sealed letters, especially not during the work day. Usually if he wanted to tell you anything when you weren’t around it would be inside of a file or written out on a sticky note that he stuck to your desk. 

Opening it up, you pulled out a fancy looking piece of paper that read: 

“Dear (Y/N), 

In vain I have struggled, it will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.

Please do me the pleasure of accompanying me to a night of conversation and performance that would make even Elizabeth Bennet jealous.” 

Inside the envelope, there were two tickets to a production of a stage adaptation of Pride and Prejudice. The note wasn’t signed but if you hadn’t seen Spencer’s scrawl on the front you would have definitely known it was him from the contents of the letter. 

A few weeks ago, you and Spencer had been discussing literature and you had mentioned that the only book that you had enjoyed reading in high school was Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice. If the Darcy quote and the tickets were any indication, Spencer had taken the conversation to heart and decided to declare his intentions. 

He just hadn’t signed the letter. 

It bothered you a little that he hadn’t attached his name to his love confession. Obviously he knew that you would understand that it was him, no one else would know something like that, so he hadn’t actually taken the time to invest himself in the declaration. All in all it felt a little…underwhelming. 

“Whatcha got there?” Spencer asked, coming up behind you. 

“A letter. Don’t know who it’s from though, they didn’t sign it,” you replied, feigning ignorance. 

“Wait, you don’t-”

“Oh my gosh,” you said interrupting him, “babe, I’ve got a secret admirer!” 

“Wait, I’m not so sure that’s what’s happening here,” he said, a perplexed look on his face evidencing that he didn’t anticipate his gesture going in that direction. 

“Should I write back?” you asked, trying to muster up an earnest expression. 

Spencer’s eyes had gone wide and he had started to fidget with his hands. You could practically see the wheels turning in his head, trying to figure out the best course of action to handle what was happening in front of him. 

You tried to resist the urge to roll your eyes as you watched him internally freak out. All he had to do was tell you that the letter was from him. All he had to do was own the confession and then the two of you could ride off into the sunset together.

“Um, yeah you should write them back,” he said, not making eye contact with you. 

Wrong answer. 

“Okay! I guess I’ll just write them back and then see if they come and get it,” you said, picking up a pen and starting to jot down a note as an addendum to the original letter. 

And so it began.  

For the next two hours you and Spencer took part of a silent game where you would write a note, get up from your desk, come back and see the new note, question Spencer on who had written it (obviously he had absolutely no idea who it was that had dropped it off), and then rinse and repeat. It would have been tiring if you hadn’t been enjoying how much Spencer was freaking out trying to juggle the situation. 

Eventually, though, the paperwork ran out and it was time to call it quits on the workday. You assumed that Spencer would break on the drive to his apartment, but for the most part your ride was silent, save for the occasional mention of the secret admirer and a brief debate on the evening’s snacks. 

It was infuriating. You were so vocal about your interest and affections for Spencer but he couldn’t even own up to writing you a stupid note. Instead he had opted to keep up an afternoon of written conversation with you where he had been so witty and charming that it almost physically hurt to resist simply voicing your responses out loud to him. If he wasn’t so gosh darn shy then this wouldn’t be so difficult, unfortunately his bashfulness was just another thing that you loved about him. 

It was time to switch tactics. 

“I just can’t believe I have a secret admirer,” you said wistfully to him as he sat down on the couch beside you. 

“Yeah, it’s pretty crazy,” he said ruefully. 

“I think it’s Anderson.” 

“Well, maybe because, wait- what?” he asked, turning to face you. 

Finally. You knew that if anything was going to throw Spencer off of his game, it would be his notorious jealous streak. 

“Yeah, I mean we had such a great time at lunch and I had a feeling that he was flirting with me a little and I guess this just confirms it.” 

“Flirting? With you?” he asked, his eyes wide and jaw slack. 

“He might not have been my first choice but he’s kind of cute I guess. And obviously he has a way with words that I didn’t know about,” you responded, lazily placing your head on Spencer’s shoulder. 

Spencer started to sputter, his fidgeting going into overdrive as he became more and more frustrated with the situation. 

“You mean to tell me that you think Anderson of all people has been sending you Jane Austen passages and giving you tickets to plays?” he asked, his body practically vibrating with rage. 

“Hey, don’t underestimate him, he isn’t just a pretty face. Besides, who else do I know that would talk like that.” 

Spencer abruptly pulled himself out from under your shoulder to look at you. His eyes were dark and his face was starting to turn a little red, obviously getting a little carried away with his emotions. 

“I talk like that! I’m the pretty face who talks like that!” he exclaimed, his voice going up an octave. 

“What?” you asked, still trying to remain innocent.

“I sent you that note! And the tickets! Not Anderson. I’m the one who likes you.” 

The two of you stared at one another in silence for a beat. The tension between the two of you mounted, Spencer searching your face for a reaction to his confession. Even though he had been on the brink of a meltdown mere seconds earlier, you could tell that he was starting to fall back into his anxiety having let out his confession. 

“Oh, good,” you said as you fell back into the couch, “you finally admitted it.” 

“What?” Spencer asked, eyes not leaving you. 

“You admitted that you wrote me the note, I thought I was going to have to actually go out with Anderson.” 

“No,” he said immediately, “you’re not going out with Anderson.” 

You rolled your eyes and reverted back to your position on his shoulder. 

“So you’re finally telling me that you like me?” you asked. 

You felt him nod against your head. 

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you.” 

“Yes, I am finally admitting that I like you.” 

You laughed and pulled Spencer into a hug against your chest. He attempted to resist for a second, but then ended up relaxing into your embrace. The two of you sat like that for a while, holding one another and staring at the TV until Spencer broke the silence. 

“This means no more lunch dates with Anderson, just so you know. And no more comments about divorcing me either, that hurt my feelings.” 

You propped yourself up and planted a kiss on each of his cheeks, “Don’t worry, work hubby. I wouldn’t dream of it.”

[mynamehan]

Do you have any favorite spender x reader fics? I’m new to the fandom and don’t know what’s good

Honestly, I have a few blogs I recommend. Some of them are my mutuals, friends, or just people I admire.

– @reid-fiction J writes a lot of stuff, but some of my favorite fics from her are her soon to be Dad Spencer fics and her Dad Spencer fics. She’s one of my good friends on here and deserves a lot of love and support.

– @bookofreid B is another one of my good friends on here that deserves a lot of love. I literally binged her entire master list before we became friends, hell I still read her fics on there, she has a little bit of everything really.

– @dontshootmespence While Nicole and I don’t talk a lot I do admire her work a lot. She has so many Spencer fics, I’ve read a good majority of them, I especially love her Spencer with kids content because I love Dad Spencer.

– @brywrites I’ve actually never talked to them before I don’t think, but I’ve read every fic on their master list. You should totally check them out.

– @criminal-minds-fanfiction I haven’t really talked to them, but they write amazing fics. I’m a big fan of their Out of nothing at all series.

– @actuallyspencerreid Is one of my friends on here and she writes fabulous fics I adore her and her writing style. There’s a lot of fluff mixed with angst there.

I’m 100% forgetting a few people these were just who came to mind first. Generally, If I really love a fic I’ll reblog it so you all see it. I hope this helped a bit! Welcome to the fandom. 💕

[mynamehan]

Look at the Time- Evan Buckley Imagine (9-1-1)

Title: Look at the Time

Pairing: Evan “Buck” Buckley X Reader

Requested: By the kind @deeperthanlukeseyes

Word Count: 465 words

Warning(s): kind of rude parents but after that it’s pure fluff.

Summary: Not every dinner with the folks can be enjoyable. Sometimes it’s harder than others. After a particularly hard night, Evan could use some more comfort than would normally be expected. 

Author’s Note: This is cute. I’m happy to write something so cute. Also, this is a little short but it’s cute.

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This restaurant wasn’t my normal scene. I’d usually like to have family eat at my house but… sometimes you need to be able to leave without having to kick someone else out. 

That’s about where I was right now. I was sitting there with a smile on my face but I could feel how uncomfortable Evan was. I had grabbed his hand under the table as his parents rambled off question after question… statement after statement. 

It was that condescending tone that only parents could seem to create. That tone that can make a typically kind sentence sound harsh and rude. It was true passive-aggressiveness… and it was progressively getting worse.

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Also any and all of the Buck things!

A/N: In my mind, this is set at some point in 3.01 in some kind of alternate reality where Buck decided to actually leave the house one morning and then boom, you appeared, much to his dismay since you know each other through work and he wants to keep up his angsty image as best he can and he’s also kind of had a crush on you for ages.

“How are you doing that so well?”

Buck taps the side of his coffee mug and furrows his eyebrows as he looks at you. It’s mid morning and the sun is coming in through the windows at just the right angle to frame your face. You look a little angelic and Buck is amused because he seems to think that of you even when the sun isn’t framing you in such a way.

“Yeah, I’ve got no idea what you’re talking about.”

You raise your eyebrows at him and lean forward a little. You hadn’t meant to run into him while out getting coffee on your day off and honestly, you hadn’t expected to run into him because everyone – Maddie, Eddie, Hen, Chim and Bobby – had all said that he hadn’t left the house in a while, and you had no reason to not believe them. Which was why seeing him had been such a surprise and clearly, to him, a rather unwelcome one.

Buck scoffs. “I’m serious – I have no idea what you mean by that.”

“You’re pretending. You’re mad about all of this, about the fact that you can’t go back to work like you thought you could, and everyone knows it. Yet you’re pretending with me right now that you’re okay with it. And I’m not stupid, Buck. I know you’re not.”

He narrows his eyes and then moves to stare down at the rest of the coffee in the cup in front of him. He’s been caught. He knows it. You know it. Hell, the people on the table behind you probably know it too. And he’s a little mad about that, about how you managed to pick up on that so quickly. But then again, it’s you. He’d rather you pick up on it than someone else. And he nearly wants to smile at the fact. Instead, he does what he does best. Brushes it off.

“Fine, you caught me. But I’m not gonna sit here and talk about it with you if that’s what you’re expecting,” he shrugs a shoulder. “I’ll be fine soon enough.”

He would talk about it with you, though.

Frowning, you reach across the table and rest one of your hands on his. His eyes shoot back up to meet yours and, annoyingly, his heart beats a little faster in his chest. That is why he didn’t want to leave his apartment.

“You can pretend with everyone else all you want, Buck,” you start. “But please don’t pretend with me. I’m around if you ever need someone to listen to you and not say anything. I’m rather good at that… take me up on the offer sometime, yeah?”

And with that, you remove your hand and stand up, and Buck watches you in silence as you give him a small smile and then leave the cafe, leaving him alone and watching you walk away until you disappear around a corner. He squeezes his eyes shut. 

He wishes he’d never tried to pretend with you. 

[mynamehan]

A Date

Evan Buckley (Buck) x Reader [9-1-1]

(Y/N) is new in the department and everyone has been very welcoming. Except Buck. On a call, they have to work together… ending up stuck in a basement.

Requested by @successfully-unsuccessfull​​

Word Count: 1,893

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Stutter

Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: After being paired up together for a school project, Peter’s nerves are put to the test with the Reader he adores oh, so dearly.

Word Count: 3,761

Warnings: language, shy!peter, a little bit of soft peter (?) cuddle sesh, kissing (barely), er… school projects (ew ??).

A/N: Y’all, I frickin’ LOVE shy/awkward Peter, so hopefully I did this well enough. I too am awkward and quiet as hell, so I’ve added some of my own *spice*. For the anon that requested this, I might’ve changed a few things, so I’m sorry and hopefully you still like it. Also, I apologize I haven’t been posting a lot. Just started summer classes and got a job !!! Anyways, enjoy reading and feedback is always appreciated.

Walking quickly into Midtown High, Peter dashes towards his locker avoiding any shoulder bumps or accidental run ins with any bullies lurking the halls. Not only that, he was going to be late for his first period of the day, where he saw you. Now, he knew you had no idea who the fuck he was, but he didn’t care. Peter would rather lurk behind than face you with his undying confession of love for you.

How embarrassing would that be, amiright?

He loved to gaze at you from afar, sometimes catching your eye, only to think you were addressing to the person standing behind him. However, that wasn’t the case, but did Peter know that? Of course not. He was too entranced by the fact that you looked in his direction.

His thoughts of you are pulled away as the first bell rings and realization sets in.

Oh fuck, I’m late!

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[mynamehan]

takeout and movies

im not dead!! (though i’d understand if you thought so) but i am crawling through to the next phase which is ofc spidey boy (who doesn’t love him?) oh and tagging my one pal: @coffee-with-a-hint-of-fuck-you (enjoy dude!!!!)

summary: y/n has a less than perfect filter that gets her into some awkward situations, this time around her full blown crush and neighborhood friend spiderman, peter parker. as for peter, well he’s surprised you wanna be friends with him. that didn’t stop him from gaining a massive crush on you. 

LOOK AT MY TINY SON IM IN L O  VE WITH HIM

In a perfect world, Peter Parker isn’t your friend.

He is so much more than a friend. In your perfect world, you would do more than just friendly cuddles with the boy you were pretty sure you were in love with. In a perfect world, you would grab that unbearably cute boy by his face and kiss the hell out of him- and wouldn’t worry about whatever else happened.

But this was not a perfect world and with your measly courage, it meant you would never even get the nerve to hold his hand- let alone kiss him.

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[mynamehan]

Bruce Wayne watched both of his parents die.

Tony Stark has heart problems and anxiety.

Peter Parker saw his uncle being murdered.

Steve Rogers lost his best friend.

Bruce Banner attempted suicide.

If they can save the world, you can get through this day.

Never stop fighting.

[mynamehan]

ben as roger yelling ready freddie during the live aid in borhap…you’re welcome :)

[mynamehan]

Drummer boy - a Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor imagine

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A/N: Hi, so I recently re-watched the movie and it’s still great - newsflash. Got some new inspiration to write and I also accidentally fell more in love with Ben Hardy along the way... So, here it is and I hope you enjoy! My masterlist is somewhere (search for it on my blog and you shall find it) and my REQUESTS are OPEN. Also, did not read this through properly so don’t hate me pls thnx

Warnings: indication and/or minor violence and injuries, slight sexual tension, some swearing

Word count: 2556 bish

Paring: Ben Hardy as Roger Taylor x Reader

Summary: (i suck at summaries but oh well) Working in the music industry often comes with some perks; watching, hearing and helping musicians of all sorts is what you do best but on your first day of transferring to a new arena a musician might have to take care of you.

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Having worked in the music business for a few years now, you knew how to get around and to be honest, you were good at your job. Not that odd considering you loved what you did for a living, designing clothes was your passion in life, and you’d never think your love for clothes would lead you to where you currently found yourself. Backstage at an English arena, which you had never previously been to, a long way from home. You didn’t know exactly what to expect nor did you know who you’d style today but you figured that you’d find out sooner or later. Turns out, a couple hours sooner than you thought.

With your travel-sized sowing kit in hand and some clothes in a bag slung over your arm, you made your way past some very stressed people who were frantically running around backstage, preparing for the upcoming show. The fuss didn’t really bother you as you were known to keep your cool in stressed and intense moments, and you placed your bag on a red couch in the dressing room. Glancing at yourself in one of the makeup mirrors on the wall, you straightened your over-sized jeans jacket, fluffing up your hair a bit.

You shook your head slightly to get your energy flowing as you stood up and started organizing the clothes you brought on a metal rack that was already in the room. Hanging every item of clothing on the rack, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to who the artist, or artists, were and if you had worked with them before. Taking a step back you looked over the rack seeing that every item was now hung properly. 

If you hadn’t been so focused, you would have noticed the presence of another person entering the room. The guy politely coughed to get your attention and you instantly whipped around to meet a set of kind eyes on a quite tall man with dark curly hair. 

“Sorry, love, don’t mean to bother but are you by any chance finished?” 

Letting out a small humming noise as your brain registered what he said. “Oh yeah, sorry. I just finished actually, I’ll be outside if you need the room.” 

You took one step towards the door before the guy stopped you, “No, no! Let me rephrase that. If you’re not too busy, could I perhaps get styled a bit earlier? I’d like to test-run a song once more but by myself before we go on, so would it be okay to fix my clothes now so the other boys can get theirs done as I practice?” 

It took you a few seconds to realize you were speaking to a member of the band and not someone on the crew or something. “Oh, sure. Now works great actually, seeing as I don’t have anything to do.” 

Exchanging a few words as you talked him through what he’d like to wear, you put together an outfit for him at a pretty fast pace. Having done this many times before, you had a good and effective routine resulting in him being finished after only 10 minutes. You found out from the brief conversation that his name was Brian and that he was a really pleasant person to talk to. After finishing up, he thanked you and quickly disappeared off to somewhere.

Checking the watch on your wrist, you figured you’d still had a good few minutes to spare before the rest of the band would come, so you set off to go explore the arena. Maybe you’d even get a view of an exclusive performance?

You didn’t get to look around much before you found the remaining three members of the band on stage, still testing their instruments. Squinting from where you stood on the right side of the stage, you watched the scene evolve in front of you.

It was noisy and you specifically noticed the sound of the drums becoming increasingly louder as the bassist shouted something to the drummer. The drummer hit his instrument harder, almost to drown him out. This seemingly annoyed the bassist who instantly stopped playing, letting the base hang around his neck as he yelled loudly at the drummer. The drummer then flipped his blonde hair out of his face before getting up and barging towards the bassist, anger evident on his face. 

You frowned slightly as you continued observing. You were still alone on your side of the stage, but you noticed that all the yelling caught the attention of some crew workers further behind the stage.

“Your timing is off, Roger!” The bassist straightened his back as he yelled accusingly.

Finally, you could make out some of the words the two guys were saying. The drummer, Roger, pointed his drumstick up to the bassist’s face in a warning motion.

“The whole fucking song is off, that’s not my fucking problem!” He yelled, his neck turning red with anger.

One of the crew members you noticed from behind the stage, a large muscly man suddenly walked past you and onto the stage. Separating the two guys from each other to break up the fight, he told one of them to go get dressed while the other stayed put. The mention of getting dressed sparked something in you, as you almost went to sprint back to the dressing room, but you found the scene in front of you too interesting to walk away from.

Roger annoyingly huffed out some air and went to follow the crew member but the bassist wasn’t having it. Almost throwing his bass to the side, he hurried to catch up with the drummer and pulled him back by his arm. You watched intently how the scene unfolded now only a few feet away from you, and you backed further into the corner. Neither of the guys nor the crew member had noticed you yet as you practically hid yourself in the ginormous curtain, pushed to each side of the stage.

“Well maybe if you actually contributed during the writing sessions instead of eating some groupie’s face out, you’d have a say in how the songs sound!” The bassist barked in the blonde one’s face, only further pissing him off as the drummer pushed him off harshly.

“Won’t you fuck off Deacy!”

The large crew member separated the two once more before nudging the guy called Deacy away to the dressing room and Roger out on stage again.

As Deacy disappeared past you, around the corner, you suddenly panicked. You were supposed to be in that room to greet him but instead you got caught up in the drama. The third guy, possibly the singer, sighed, eyeing the drummer disappointingly before walking off stage as well. Leaving only Roger left, in all his anger.

You cursed yourself before deciding to hurry back into the dressing room. Roger didn’t make it fully onto stage, stopping only a few feet in before letting out an aggravated half-scream, flinging one of his drumsticks into the wall. At least, almost the wall. The second you took a step out of your hiding spot, the stick came flying into your face, hitting you below your right eye.

You let out a small gasp at the impact which you didn’t see coming, looking around you to find the cause. As your eyes landed on the drumstick just beside your feet, you looked to where Roger was standing, pinching the bridge of his nose, oblivious to what had happened. Bending down to pick it up, you thought no more of it, before hurrying back inside.

You quickly forgot about the event as you focused on finding some clothes for Deacy, who seemed much more calm and collected when talking one-on-one. About half way through his session, the other guy entered, his black hair slicked back on his head. Wrapping things up with Deacy, you turned your attention to him. Finding both Brian and Deacy clothes was easy, but Freddie was the most opinionated and took the most time. You really didn’t mind though as he was very friendly and chatty.

After another 30 minutes of dressing, you decided to take a short break as the area around your eye and temple had really begin to ache. A few minutes after Freddie left the room, you glanced into the mirror seeing a bruise form just below your right eye. Gasping in surprise as you didn’t think the impact was that hard. You tugged on your hair a bit to cover it up slightly, leaving the room on a mission to find a bathroom where you could find a cool cloth. 

“Just think about where you put it last time you saw it?” You overheard Freddie as he called out to someone over his shoulder before he walked past you quickly as you opened the door to the dressing room.

You glanced at where he came from to find who he was talking to, only to see a frustrated Roger close his eyes and sigh deeply, before whispering to himself, “I threw the stick at the wall, it’s not like it grew wings..!” 

Remembering that you still had the stick stuffed halfway into your back-pocket, you pulled it out before walking towards him, twirling it in your fingers. “I think... I know where it is.” 

This made Roger look in your direction, a slight look of relief gracing his features. 

“Where did you find that?” His voice slightly rough as his eyes studied the stick still twirling in your hands.

“It hit me it the face, actually. So all I did was pick it up.” You said, almost teasingly as you stopped twirling the stick and pointed it to your forming bruise.

As his bright blue eyes scanned your face he seemed to connect everything. Imagining the force he used to throw the stick hitting your face made him visibly cringe as his face completely fell. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Are you-are you okay?”

You shrugged before smiling slightly. Taking a step closer to you he focused all of his attention on your bruise, bringing his hand up to tilt your head so he could get a full view of it. 

“I’m so sorry. I thought it hit the wall, oh my god, and I threw it so hard...” The last part almost turned into a whisper as he felt his stomach drop of guilt.

Your smile grew slightly at his concerned voice. “It’s okay, everyone gets angry sometimes.” 

This made him look straight into your eyes, shaking his head slightly as he mumbled, “What’s your name and how much are you suing me for?” 

Seeing you laugh at his joke made him smile slightly as some of the guilt washed away. Plus you had a pretty gorgeous laugh. But still, he felt a dag in his heart at the thought of him hurting someone as nice as you, even if it was an accident.

“The name’s Y/N and I won’t sue as long as you let me dress you now and not five minutes before the show starts.”

He smiled slightly as his gaze dropped to the floor before continuing to look into your eyes, “I’m free right now.”

Giving him a small smirk, you nodded your head to the dressing room as he followed you in. The session went rather smoothly, you only feeling some pain in your eye/cheek area whenever you laughed at one of his jokes. As your bruise hurt, your hand gently flew up to it as you reminded yourself not to smile too hard. Roger noticed you doing this a couple times and his heart dropped every single time as he remembered that he was the very reason why you were in pain.

He mentioned that one of the buttons of his shirt had popped off so you decided to reattach it with some sowing. As you asked him to button up his shirt all the way, the air suddenly felt thicker. As he focused on buttoning up the lower ones, you gaze fell to where his hands were working their way up his toned chest. His gaze eventually landed on your face, him noticing you looking at his body intently.

Suddenly, as small rush of nervousness came over him from seeing you admiring his body, he failed to connect the button to the hem of the shirt, the action making you fall out of your trace and meet his eyes. He cleared his throat softly as a tint of pink made it’s way up his cheeks. Why you were making him feel so vulnerable and unfocused, he didn’t know but it sure didn’t ease the tension in the room when you brought your own hands up to finish buttoning the shirt. 

He swallowed as he felt your hands on his torso, you yourself struggling to remain your cool. When the shirt was finally buttoned, you started to reattach the popped off button with some difficulty. You had done this countless of times with countless of people glaring at you but being under Roger’s gaze made you feel especially observed. He watched you carefully, noticing the intricate way you attached the button again with such ease. Thinking to himself that he didn’t have half the concentration or steadiness of hands to do this. 

As you pulled the needle through the last loop and cut the thread off, you gazed upward only to see that his eyes were studying you closely. Only then did you realize how close your faces were and as you straightened your back his eyes were leveled with yours. He smiled gently which you mirrored, his eyes traveling between yours and the bruise below it. His smile faded as guilt once again settled in his features. 

“I really am so sorry for getting you hurt, I’d never-“ Almost reflexively taking the smallest half-step closer, your chests now touching, which he didn’t intend. “I-“ he mumbled out, lips parting slightly before his eyes traveled to your lips. 

He felt as though you two touching took the breath out of him. You boldly closed the gap between you with a soft and gentle kiss which unfortunately didn’t last very long before a loud knock came from the door. Instantly, you both separated faster than the speed of light as the door opened and Brian stuck his head through the gap. 

“We’re on in 10, Rog.” 

Roger looked up at him from the ground, biting his bottom lip, “Yeah, thanks, Bri.” 

With that Brian vanished, leaving the door open behind him. You and Roger met eyes again before the both of you chuckled. He brought his hand up to tuck some of your hair behind your right ear, gaze landing on your bruise. 

“I’ll tell you what. I...” you grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from the table right by the couch, “write down my number and you...” you scribbled the numbers down before ripping the piece out and handing it to him, “call me. The least you can do to stop me from suing is to take me out to dinner.” 

Roger glanced at the paper you held out to him, grabbing it and chuckling. “Will definitely do, ma’am.”

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[mynamehan]

a self insert fanfic: i brushed my long blonde hair out my face to show off my clear blue eyes and pale complexion

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[mynamehan]

Blue Eyes, Blue Skies - Ben Hardy! Roger Taylor

Summary: Mamma Mia meets Borhap! Freddie makes the band take a band retreat to the beautiful island of Kalokairi, and makes Roger go whether he likes it or not. Y/N runs the local hotel with her mother, and enjoys her time on the island, but can’t help but want more. Y/N can’t help but sing one night, which Roger happens to hear. Only a day in, and there’s already some girl stuck in his head… Why did it have to be him?

Word Count: 4474

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: Okay so basically reader is just an older Sophie type that kind of dresses like Donna and goes through the same things as her. This is a little cheesy and it DOES get a little musical, so I recommend getting your Mamma Mia 2 soundtrack (I Have a Dream & Mamma Mia) ready if you want the FULL experience lmao! I don’t know how to feel about this, and most of the outfits I mentioned are from the movie. I hope you guys enjoy this! I love Mamma Mia and Borhap so whew! This has been in my drafts forever and I’m a lil nervous to post!

It was a particularly sunny day on the island of Kalokairi, and the sky was a bright beautiful blue that clashed with the darker and deeper blue of the ocean. Business was slow today, nobody had really come into the hotel since it was a weekday, but you’d at least get a few people on vacation at this time of the week. You could hear your mom making her way down the stairs to the lobby. You gave her a wide, fake smile, and she just shook her head, smiling herself. You opened your mouth to speak, but she started before you had the chance.

“You don’t have to ask me Y/N, you can take the rest of the day off.” Your mom said, looking at you. It’s not that you hated the hotel, and you actually really enjoyed running it with her, but sometimes… Sometimes it just got tiring.

You had been living on the island of Kalokairi your whole life. Your mom came from America when she was around 22 years old, and then had you and raised you here. You love Greece, you really did, but there was still so much of the world you wanted to see.

You grinned at your mom before giving her a hug, then grabbing your bag and running out. You’d usually just sit on the beach or walk around the town. You loved the life and environment here, and you wouldn’t want it any other way. At the little bar not far from your hotel, you’d occasionally sing. Your mom was close with the owner, Nefeli, so she’d let you perform in addition to her son from time to time. Nefeli loved your voice.

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Smells Like School Spirit -Riverdale imagine

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A/N: Why hello she is back with another half-shitty imagine. Sorry this took some time and I hope I understood your request right! I really liked the whole Archie’s sister idea and would love to write it again!

Warnings: none besides (almost-)fights and some swearing

Word count: 1450 ish

Paring: none!

Request: by @cokecola4211 : “ Riverdale imagine the reader is Archie sister and she stands up for the Serpents at school when they transfer and reminds everyone of all the bad things that have done including Archie and Veronica friend Nick and his drug party and she tells it to Principal Weatherbee when they have a meeting in his office about it and what Reggie has done to the school seal. “

Summary: Just a few days after it’s been announced that South Side High would be closing, the new students open the doors to what would be their new and fresher school, only to be met with someone not as pleasant. Luckily, Archie’s sister, being the truth-seeker she is sets the record straight.

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It was official, the students from the much more rugged South Side had transferred to Riverdale High and it was on everyone’s lips. Personally, you found it kinda exciting, new people new drama, you thought to yourself as wandered the hallways of school. Sadly, not everyone shared your thoughts.

Letting your eyes wander as you walked down the hallway to get to your locker, you gazed upon a group of football guys further down the hall. You noticed how they were huddled together, barely saying a word but making conversation though eye contact. Furrowing your brows you thought to yourself that it was unusual for them as they were almost guaranteed to be loud everywhere and at all times. You dismissed it as nothing out of the ordinary, continuing walking up to your locker.

As you grabbed your English textbook you heard multiple people scurry past you, some whispering almost excitedly. Choosing to ignore it, you looked for your pencil case, digging deeper among the things scattered in your locker. Yet again, this time with your head in your locker, you heard the voices of two girls walk past you quickly. 

Letting your curiosity get the best of you you caved in. Closing your locker, you swiftly turned on your heel, following two girls who seemed to be hurrying somewhere. You pressed your textbook to your chest as you tried to walk faster, avoiding bumping into people.

The air around you somehow felt different, the tension building as you made your way down the hall, following the girls. Quickening your pace, you turned a corner only to reach a bigger crowd of students who stood pressed together in the small hallway, all looking at the scene in front of them. You pushed past a few people to get a bit closer. Seeing as both Archie and you were tall, you got a much better look.

Pushing your auburn hair behind your ear, you noticed a group of people you’d only ever heard about before. The serpents from the school on the South Side who were glaring at some of the football guys from earlier. Not to your surprise, Reggie stood face to face with a taller, raven haired boy before being pulled back by your own brother.

They were all wearing some sort of collective leather jacket, making them stand out more as a group in the big crowd. You didn’t hear everything being said over the shatter around you, but you managed to overhear some of Reggie’s words to your brother specifically as he looked him dead in the eye.

“Before you defend them, need I remind you, these greaser-snakes showed up at your house trying to kick your ass.”

“We’ll happily finish what we started.” The tall boy spoke, charging forward slightly before being pulled back by Jughead who stood next to him. You took this as your cue to intervene.

“Hey! What the hell is happening here?!” You pushed through the last few people blocking your way before placing yourself between the serpents and Reggie.

Turning to your brother, you shook your head slightly in disappointment as you barked, “I told you to welcome them, not start a riot.”

Archie scoffed and accusingly pointed to Reggie, “I did welcome them and he started it!”

Rolling your eyes, you turned to face the tall serpent and his companions, “My name’s Y/N Andrews, I’m student body president here and so sorry about all of this.”

Looking the tall serpent in the eye sincerely, his stone cold facial expression seemed to ease a bit from your apology, as you continued scanning over the rest of the new students.

Most of them stood closely together, shoulders tense and eyes weary. Sighing, you glanced over your shoulder to the not so welcoming group. 

“Look, I get that you don’t feel welcome here yet, I don’t blame you. But we’re all going to have to share this school whether we like it or not... Besides, the school could need some healthy competition and variation among students. From what I’ve heard you’re very passionate about what you care for so you have a lot to live up to and a serpent never bends under pressure, am I right?”

Directing your question to the group in front of you, they seemed to peak up at this comment, sharing a few more encouraging looks with each other. Meeting Jughead’s eyes, he nodded slightly before subtly mouthing a ‘thank you’. You gave him a firm nod but before you could say anything else, once again the spotlight was Reggie’s.

“I’m not the only one who’s against this!” He roared, a bunch of hums and ‘yes’ were heard from the group behind him. Looking you dead in the eye as he took a step closer to you.

“You don’t speak for all of us.”

In the corner of your eye you could see how Archie tensed beside you, ready to jump him soon as you said gave him a cue. Standing your ground, you took another step forward. Closing the gap between you as you stared Reggie down.

“Y/N, don’t.” Archie said softly, now from behind you, to which you didn’t listen.

Holding up a finger to shush him, you focused your gaze on the large guy in front of you, speaking harsly. “Reggie, you’re aware that you yourself caused a lot of damage to the school and hurt people?”

You commented before glaring at the students behind him, “And what about Chuck? The whole instagram thing... Wasn’t it amazing how we all worked together to help him right his wrongs?”

This time you directed your words to the girls in the crowd, watching how some of them ducked their heads while others nodded slightly. Turning your gaze back to Reggie you narrowed your eyes as your tone softened a bit.

“Don’t you see that almost everyone here has at one point done something bad to the people of this school? You more than others.”

You noticed his eyes flickering between yours. Giving him a ‘c’mon’ look, it seemed as if he was about to say something before a deep voice interrupted.

”Alright! That’s enough pomp and circumstance. Everyone let’s get to class. Now!”

The deep voice belonged to Principal Weatherbee and made everyone turn on their heels to scurry away, not wanting to get in trouble. Keeping your back to him, you stood still in your spot continuing to glare at Reggie as he reluctantly backed away, the football guys following.

Still feeling some gazes on you, you shrugged them off as you turned to your brother. “Arch, this is never going to work out.” 

He gave you a confused look before waving his hand dramatically at the scene that had just happened. “What? Y/N, it just did thanks to you! This is why you’re student body president and no one else.” 

Smiling at his kind words, you glanced around you, seeing that most people had left, including the south siders and the spectators. “Nobody does it like you.”

The finally pleasant atmosphere was interfered by Principal Weatherbee calling your name with a hard tone. Looking over your shoulder before meeting Archie’s now nervous eyes. “My office now, miss.”

Closing the door behind him, Weatherbee walked back to his desk where he sat down in the chair before looking you over. Rubbing your arm awkwardly, you couldn’t help but feel slightly anxious.

“I appreciate what you’re doing for the school, Y/N. It can’t be easy with such lawless and unruly students here, completely wrecking the school spirit.”

Furrowing your brows you raised your voice to protest. “Um, Principal Weatherbee, the problem is definitely not just the south siders. The problem is with us and the hostility, not them.”

“Exactly, it’s the hostility they posses that affects the school negatively. Hence why it’s extremely important to make them blend in. The sooner they feel apart of the group, the better and the less likely they’ll turn this school into a drug lab as well.“ He muttered out, leaning his elbows on his desk.

“With all due respect Principal, I really don’t think they’re the problem... Just like I said to Reggie, every student here has at some point done something that-“ 

“We still need to take precautions-“

“But we don’t! We don’t.” You cut him off, rather desperately, earning you a surprised look from the Principal. 

“In my opinion, Chuck should’ve been expelled for good for what he did to those girls. And if you wanna talk drugs, let’s talk about Nick St. Clair and his drug party which was all over the news. It was your north side students who attended.

Weatherbee gave you a stern look for cutting him off. Taking a quick breath as you continued. “My point is, you can’t runt the school on the thoughts that some students belong less than others. I’m saying that you need to give the south siders a clean slate, just as you did the north siders.”

Sitting quietly as he glared at you, you cleared your throat suddenly very conscious over your sudden outburst. Weatherbee sat up straighter in his chair, clasping his hands together. “Very well then, miss Andrews, you’ve made your point clear... You may leave.”

Raising your brows in confusion, at a temporary loss for words, you stuttered. “I, well, did my message-“

Sighing deeply as he leaned back into his chair. putting his head in his hand. “Miss Andrews, leave please. I’ve had enough of riots for today.” 

Nodding profusely, you quickly turned around, heading straight for the door before coming to a stop. “Oh, and sorry for being a bit rude but it was necessary.” 

Looking up from his hand with annoyance in his eyes, you shook your head slightly, before stumbling out of the office.

“Sorry, go, right, yes.”

[mynamehan]

Okay, but 'Crash Culture' was soooo good! 'In a (comfort) zone' too

Oh my god, this is honestly the NICEST thing someone has said about my writing. Thank you anon, this means so much to me! I’m SO happy you like it and the feedback is everything.

I think this version of Peter Parker resonates the best with me and works best with my writing. The fact that my writing made you smile makes my heart happy

Nothing but love!! xx han

[mynamehan]

Crush Culture - Peter Parker imagine

A/N: Totally got inspired by the AMAZING song called Crush culture by Conan Grey (check him tf out if ya haven’t). 

warnings: none I think? minor swear words maybe. some angst but fluff mostly

word count: idk exactly but a bit on the longer side soz it’s worth it tho

paring: Peter Parker x Reader

summary: Your recent feelings towards Peter have been getting you down lately and when Valentine’s comes around, you feel yourself growing tired of it. Just as you plan on completely ditching your crush something unexpected happens.

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Valentine’s Day.

A day most people viewed solemnly as a consumers trap. Even though you’d never actually had a proper valentine, you didn’t mind that other people did. Any day to celebrate kindness was a win in your eyes, and you had never had any problems with the slightly gimmicky day. At least, not until now. 

Recently, feelings for the shy, sweet and kinda nerdy guy most people recognized as Peter Parker had surfaced, which put you in quite an unfortunate position. It didn’t take a genius to notice how he felt about a certain Liz Allen, seeing the way his dreamy gaze always seemed to lock on her in the hallway. For an observant person like you it was glass clear, he had fallen head over heels for her. As if that wasn’t enough, you being good friends with Michelle and being Ned’s childhood friend landed you some pretty juicy inside information on Parker’s more private thoughts. 

Now, at Midtown High, Valentine’s Day wasn’t that big of a deal really, only a few decorations in hallways and the cafeteria were hung by members of the student council. A small contest involving guessing the right amount of Hershey’s Kisses in a large jar was an annual thing they arranged. To enter, you could either team up in two or go solo, and after carefully looking at the jar from all sorts of angles, you wrote down your name, class and guess. Last year, you and Michelle teamed up as a joke and ended up winning the entire jar of Hershey's, which you ended up sharing with Ned and Peter. This year though, you weren’t in the mood for sweets, really all you felt was bitterness.

I don’t care if I’m forever alone

I’m not falling for you

'Cause this baby is love-proof

You glanced over at Peter as he stood with Ned by his locker, nerding out over something and you pursed your lips in aggravation. Nope, you were not going to do this to yourself. Crushing on someone who isn’t interested in you is a bad move and also not a very healthy one. 

“Hey loser, why ya looking so cranky?” 

Michelle slammed herself into the locker next to yours, scrutinizing your facial expression. The bang she caused snapped you out of your stare but you continued furrowing your brows as you let your gaze fall on the darkness in your locker.

Crush culture makes me wanna spill my guts out

I know what you’re doing, tryna get me to pursue ya

Your eyes set on nothing in particular as Michelle gave you a light nudge in the side. “Dude, are you in a trance or som-“

“Michelle, I need you to distract me today.”

“What are you tal-“

“Just please.” 

Cutting her off, you subtly let your gaze wander over to the two boys again, feeling your heart flutter as Peter let out a giggle over something Ned said. “Take me somewhere or tell me weird stories, you’re full of those.”

“Oookay, um, I plan on stylishly tearing apart some clothes after school to make them more grungy and I guess I could need someone to help me-“

You slammed your locker shut, keeping your gaze on the sweater wearing boy before abruptly turning on your heel and grabbing onto MJ’s arm. “Great. Let’s go talk about that.”

Oh no, don’t look in their eyes, 'cause that’s how they get you

After lunch and another two periods of trying to completely ignore the fact that all you could think about was Peter, the bell rang signalling the end of class. Scrambling your books, pens and papers into your arms, you got up and quickly started making your way out of the classroom. You didn’t get very far though until you felt a light tap on your shoulder to which you turned around sharply. As your gaze locked on a set of far too familiar brown eyes, you felt the air go out of you. 

“Y-you dropped your, uh, your pen.” 

Peter held up the blue pen with a shy smile on his lips. 

“Hmm. Thanks.” You replied stiffly before turning to walk off but once again Peter stopped you. 

“Hey, uh, Y/N. Are-are you okay? You seem kind of upset…” 

Standing still in your spot, you closed your eyes and took a sharp breath. “I just, I’m not in the mood today, Peter.” 

Your voice dripped with bitterness which made Peter frown slightly. “Well, are you sure, you seem-“

“I’m fine.” You snapped, not looking back the slightest as you hurried away.

And no I don’t want your sympathy, all this love is suffocating

Just let me be sad and lonely

Throwing your books into your locker, you held onto the blue pen just a few seconds longer before throwing it in with the rest. Sighing deeply, you let your head rest against the locker. Why couldn’t you get the stupid crush out of your head? Resting your temple against the metal, you frowned slightly, feeling a mixture of sadness and frustration. 

Grabbing your calculus things and closing the locker you set off to go find MJ in the library where you had planned to meet up briefly before class. Passing by the doors to the cafeteria you couldn’t help but look at the table where Liz and another member of the student council were standing, managing the Hershey’s guessing contest. It was no wonder why Peter found her so attractive, hell, you were sure everybody did. Besides her looks, her all-around kindness and charisma were charming enough to win anyone over.

I don’t care what you’re saying, I don’t wanna participate in your game of manipulation

“Hey, Y/N! Wanna try for a kiss?” Liz’s preppy voice cut off your thoughts and you forced a smile. Walking up to her, you placed a strand of hair behind your ear, swallowing hard. 

“Hey, Liz.” You greeted, taking a look at the nicely decorated table with the jar. “Wow, looks great this year. Have you been here all day?” 

She nodded, giving you a beaming smile as she went on to talk about all the effort she and the others put into it. You couldn’t help but stare at the way her eyes lit up as she talked, which made you think of Peter’s eyes whenever he was excited. 

“Are you gonna compete? Defend your title as the reigning queen of Hershey’s?” The both of you giggled at the nickname she gave you, and after a deep sigh, you bit your lip and took the piece of paper Liz held out for you. 

Taking a close look at the jar of Hershey's you furrowed your brows as you tried to count them. Giving up after reaching 32 you shook your head lightly before scribbling down 68, adding a couple more thinking it couldn’t hurt. Handing back the pen and paper to Liz, she gave you a wink. 

“Good luck, Y/N. Oh, and don’t forget that the winner is revealed at 3:30.” You nodded and said goodbye to her thinking to yourself that you’d probably be well on your way to MJ’s by then. 

A sudden slam hit your body and almost made you lose your balance. A wave of rage boiled up in you and you swore to god that if the universe won’t stop putting you in situations like this, you’d lose all sense of hope. His warm eyes now had a worried and slightly scared look in them and you sighed heavily when you were once again face to face with them. 

“Oh my-my god, Y/N, shit, I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t, I wasn’t watching where I was going a-and suddenly you were there-“

Shut your damn mouth, you’re talking too loud

“It’s fine.” You averted your eyes and tried to push past him, but he caught you by your arm. 

“Hey, is everything okay with you Y/N..? You’ve been so off the entire day, actually a lot lately… Did I do something to upset you? Please t-tell me if I did something wrong because we all know I’m pretty clueless most of the time.”

“More like oblivious…” You muttered out, barely catching his attention. 

“W-what?”

You shook your head softly, dismissing his question. He kept his confused puppy eyes on you and eventually you dared to gaze up at them. Big mistake. 

“Y/N, you can talk to me, you know that. I-I know we maybe aren’t super tight friends. Y-yet! But, um, I’m totally here and up for, uh, for venting-“ He rambled on, worry lacing his stutters. 

You shook your head slowly, gaining solid eye contact with him. “I don’t, I don’t know how-” 

You sighed defeated, filling Peter with an unsettling feeling. His kind eyes bore into yours and you felt trapped in a corner. What the hell were you supposed to say? Confess? You opened and closed your mouth a couple times and pressed your eyes shut before giving him a sad smile. “I can’t.” 

Merely talking to him pained you. How could such a minor thing like having a crush make you feel like absolute garbage? You scurried away to the library only to see Ned sitting with MJ, making small talk. Slamming your book down as you sat next to MJ, you let your head fall to the table. 

“I am having a horrible day today. I feel like I’m being punished.” Your words were muffled by the book, but Ned’s sympathizing hand on your shoulder made you look up. 

Resting your chin on your hand, you managed to sit up just as Peter made his way into the room, cheeks pink and eyes bright. “I thought it would only be us two.” You hissed to MJ, to which she shrugged. 

And no one cares if you two made out

“Holy crap, guys, you won’t believe what just happened. I went up to Liz and we actually had a solid 5 minute conversation. She, a-and me!”

“That’s great, Peter!” Ned uttered excitedly. “Maybe you can ask her out later then?”

“I-I don’t know, may-maybe? I might talk to her as she reveals the Hershey’s winners. Tell her I’m really impressed with the set-up or something.”

You and MJ shared a slightly annoyed look before turning back to the boys. “Congrats, you actually had a conversation with a person. Color me impressed.” MJ muttered out in her normal manner.

Peter rolled his eyes before continuing to blabber on. You couldn’t help but feel sick hearing him talk so fondly of her and not you. 

“I’m gonna go home actually, I’m not feeling good. Sorry MJ but we’ll have to reschedule. Uh, good luck with Liz and everything, Peter. See ya, Ned.” With that you said goodbye to the trio, leaving them all pretty confounded. 

Making your way down the halls and to your locker as fast as you could, you practically ran to the nearest subway station. Locking your front door behind you, you went straight to your room, ignoring your dad’s confused question as to why you were home so early. He knew not to press you on the subject so he let you cool down for a while. Throwing yourself on your bed, you let out a whimper as you felt tears prick at your eyes as you lost track of time. Being too caught up in your thoughts and self-pity, you didn’t even hear the doorbell ring about 30 minutes later or the knock on your door. Suddenly a familiar figure creaked your door open and leaned against the frame. You caught glimpse of him in the corner of your eye and practically flew up into a sitting position. 

“Peter? What are you doing here?” You asked in utter confusion, furrowing your brows together.

He bit his lip gently as he took a step forward, revealing what he carried in his arms. The jar of Hershey’s. 

“Uh, we, both won. They called a tie.” His eyes flickered between you and the floor. His nervous stature almost made you feel nervous as well. 

“Oh, um. Well, thanks for coming here to tell me that. That’s very sweet of you.” He shrugged as you pursed your lips shut in the slightly awkward silence.

“Yeah, no, no problem at all. I-I was going to ask you if you wanted to share them o-over a movie or some-something?” Peter’s eyes met yours and you shook your head lightly, thinking you misheard him. 

“What?”

Peter’s cheeks instantly flushed, thinking you had rejected the offer. He scratched the back of his neck as he stuttered out a response. “W-we don’t have to, I-I just thoug-”

“No!” You exclaimed, a bit louder than you intended which took Peter by surprise as you got up on your feet. “No, of course Peter! I-I’d love that.” 

Putting some hair behind your ear, Peter offered you a shy smile. “G-great! Um, I-I’m free whenever really.”

Your smile grew as you took a few steps closer to him, taking the jar as he held it out to you. “Honestly, I thought you’d be busy, you know, taking Liz out or something...”

I’m sick of the kissing cult

Peter raised his brows momentarily before shaking his head. “Nah, she made it pretty clear that she was off limits, actually.” You gave him a confused look as he continued. “After revealing the winner, I went up to her to accept the prize and as we were chatting, some dude came and kissed her, so...” He shrugged and broke your eye contact.

“Oh, Peter, I’m so sorry... Well at least you have me as a back up.” Bumping your elbow on his arm in a jokingly matter, he looked up at you smiling.

“You’re not a back-up plan, Y/N.”

At a temporary loss for words, you chuckled as your heart fluttered. 

“I, uh, it would an honor to accompany the two-times reigning master actually. Celebrate our victory.” A hint of red creeped its way up Peter’s neck.

As a grin made its way to your lips, you took a small step closer, now seeing the small details of his beautiful brown eyes. “Can’t wait.”