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kirarisoul · 4 months

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my ‘boyfriend’

quackity x reader

summary: you think your father will disapprove of your boyfriend, alex. so, he comes up with a plan.

i was thinking of 2019/18 alex while writing this! enjoy 😙

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“WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE DOESN’T LIKE ME?!” is screamed through the phone by your boyfriend, making you pull it away from your ear, to prevent yourself from losing hearing.

“I don’t know.. he just.. isn’t.. fond of you?”

“but why? i’m so cute and handsome and sexy!”

“I think it’d be weirder if my dad thought you were sexy, babe.”

you hear him huff into the other side of the phone and know that’s your cue to comfort him.

“he’ll come around eventually, alex! he’s not gonna stop me from seeing you!”

“i know, i know, but.. how did he even form this horrible preconception of me?” he says, dramatically. you can practically see him with his hand over his heart in mock despair.

“well, i thought i’d ease him into it, and i put a stream of yours on the tv, it was that one, where you looked all cute with your little hat and thanos toy an-“

“yeah, yeah, i know what one you’re talking about.” you can hear the happy smile in his voice from your description of him.

“anyways, he didn’t have very good feelings towards you. he said you were loud and that streaming isn’t a proper job.. i didn’t even tell him i knew you yet.” you sigh into the phone.

“it is a job!? tell him i’m gonna go to law school as well!”

“i did tell him! he just.. couldn’t look past the streaming i guess. and he still doesn’t know we’re dating.”

“then tell him! you can’t hide me forever, baby.” he says smugly.

“yeah i will but.. he wants you to come for dinner. tonight. and if he sees it’s you i dunno what he’ll do! he has a temper, y’know.”

“hm.. wait.. i have an idea..” he says.

“what?”

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“so, you’re my daughters boyfriend?” your dad asks one of the two boys waiting outside the door of your house, looming over them.

“y-yes sir..” the boy next to alex says.

“and you are?” your dad turns to alex.

“his friend.” alex smiles.

“alright.. why are you here?”

“..moral support?” alex says, pulling on his sleeves nervously.

a pause.

“oh, come in, come in, boys!” your mom says from behind your father.

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the silence at the dinner table is deafening. it’s your father at the head of the table, your mother on his left, and your ‘boyfriend’ on his right. next to your ‘boyfriend’ is alex, your boyfriend.

you lean in.

“this is your plan?” you whisper yell into alex’s ear.

“babe, trust me, it’ll work.”

“who the fuck is that?!”

“it’s my friend, lucas. he’s interning at a hospital, and he’s top of the class in every subject, your dad’ll love him.”

“okay, he’s not my boyfriend though! you are! he’s gonna find out soon enough.”

“just relax. i just wanna see how your dad really is before i show who i really am!”

“you’re gonna reveal yourself at this dinner? are you crazy? he’ll hate you even more!”

“it’s okay! it’ll go good, im charming, he’ll come around eventually.”

a kick from under the table shakes it, making the water in the jug ripple.

“ow!” alex whispers.

“you’re stupid. this is stupid.”

“hey i-!”

as everyone on the table watches silently at this whisper argument, your mom speaks up.

“let’s eat, shall we?” she says with a smile and your father uncrosses his arms and picks up his fork.

“so,” your father starts. “what’s your name?” he says to who he thinks is your boyfriend.

“lucas. sir. it’s lucas.”

“okay, lucas, do you have a job for the summer?”

“i-i have an internship. sir. in a hospital. the lab. in the hospital.” he says, in short sentences as if he’s trying to convince himself about the internship as well.

“okay.. and how are your grades?”

“good. sir.”

“alright. what are your future plans. how will you support my daughter? not that i expect this to last.”

“dad!” you slam your fork down.

“i-i wanna be a doctor. sir.” lucas says, his voice shaking.

“a doctor, that’s amazing!” your mom exclaims, sensing lucas’ nervousness.

lucas nods and smiles.

“you know, she was showing me this guy, around your age, that streams and makes videos online. i would never let my daughter date someone like that, with no future plans.” your dad laughs.

alex plays with his food.

you grip your fork.

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dinner goes on in a tension so thick you could pick up your knife and cut a hole in it.

you speak up. “babe, can you pass me the salt?”

two hands reach for the salt shaker. lucas freezes and alex, oblivious, passes you the salt and goes back to eating. you father puts his glass down.

“what was that.” your father waves his hand around to gesture to the scene that just unfolded in front of him.

“dad i-“

alex looks up slowly as he realises his mistake.

“alex is my boyfriend!” you blurt out. “not lucas. the guy i showed you online is alex. he makes videos and streams but he’s really smart! and h-“

your dad laughs, “who-whose idea was that?!” he says in between breaths.

“why are you laughing dad?! this is serious!!” you yell.

then lucas laughs, then your mom laughs, and finally, alex starts laughing.

“why are you guys laughing? stop laughing!” you stand up and your chair screeches.

alex grabs your hand. “babe- babe! sit down!” he takes a breathe in between laughs. “it’s fine!”

you cross your arms as everyone laughs die down.

“honey, it’s okay. if you love him, i think that’s all that matters.” your mom says.

you look at your mom and nod, “dad?”

“if you love him and he loves you. i don’t see a problem.” you dad says, smiling at you and then looking at alex.

“so you’re the boyfriend?” your dad says to alex, and leans forward, ready to do his interrogations all over again.

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#qsmp x reader #quackity #quackity angst #quackity fic #quackity fluff #quackity x reader #quackity x reader angst #quackity x y/n #quackity x you #quackity imagine #quackity imagines #qsmp #alexis quackity #alex quackity #alex quackity x reader #alexis quackity x reader

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pamsimmerstories · 5 months

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the life plans

[nova]: and i was thinking maybe i’ll go to university and find an internship to move out. i love windenburg, but i want to go to oasis springs. the best lab is there. you know that

[aurora]: you know i’ll pay whatever is necessary for you to just study there, don’t you?

[nova]: i know, mom. but i’m really more excited to work on the lab than to study.

[freya]: and you, brother? what are you gonna do? are you still living with us?

[eris]: uuh, i’ll be a famous actor one day. but for now, yes, i’ll be here. i found an agency and i’ll be start my auditions soon :)

[eris]: why are we doing this again?

[nova]: because it’s a new chapter of our lives and i’m excited!! no more school and i’ll be finally doing what i really want!

[eris]: you’re insane. i wish i didn’t need to work. but hey, at least acting seems like fun

[nova]: science is fun as well.

[eris]: if you say so.

#sims 4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 gameplay #ts4 gameplay #ts4 simblr #simblr #the sims #the sims community #ts4 #eris munch #nova munch #aurora #wolfgang munch #landgraab gp4 #windenburg gp

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ladyzee-oddityhunter · 1 year

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He Saw WHAT!? Interview With a Real GLITCH Scientist

[The video begins with Zee standing in a hotel room with two queen beds. The one directly behind her has her open satchel and a set of pink polka dot pajamas on it, and the one behind that contains her sliggo, Tala, and her sensu oricorio, Carmelita. They’re nestled in the balled up blankets]

“Hello my lovely skiddo kiddos! You’re here with Lady Zee, and I have a special treat for you today! It’s a little late, sorry, I’m still working out the whole living in a hotel in Hoenn thing, but better late than never, right? Last week I got to meet with a glitch researcher based in Hoenn and do a quick interview. These are just the highlights to keep it snappy, but if you want the full thing just let me know! Enjoy!”

[The scene swipes away and is replaced by the pre-recorded footage in a lab in Lilycove. Zee is standing side by side with a lanky, glasses-wearing blue-haired man in a labcoat. A small herd of pokemon is in the background; A kadabra, a very chubby pelipper, and something resembling a VERY large pile of feathers. The pile of feathers seems to be breathing. Tala also slowly creeps her way into view, exploring]

“HeLLO my lovely skiddo kiddos! You’re here with me, Lady Zee, and today I’m with a VERY special guest! This is Simon, a glitch researcher with Devon Corp.”

She pauses for just a moment to let him say hello. There’s a sound from him. It’s not a loud sound.

“Today we’re going to start our discovery of glitch pokemon, but before that I wanna rave about Sweet Skies Malasadas! Do you want to try Alola’s speciality dessert, but you just can’t find the time to go ALL the way to Alola? Sweet Skies MAILED us this box of malasadas just after I got to Hoenn, and after just a few minutes in the oven or with your favorite fire pokemon, they taste like they’re FRESH out of the fryer!

I warmed these up in the hotel’s breakfast toaster oven because I’m lazy. And also don’t have a house at the moment. But anyway, search Sweet Skies Malasadas on your rotom phone and use the code ZEE10 to save ten percent on your first order!”

[The footage in the lab is spliced with a shot of Zee opening a pink and white postage box, then another shot of her nearly setting a toaster oven on fire at a hotel breakfast spread. Just as a significant plume of smoke begins rising out and Zee flails away, it cuts back to the lab]

Present day Zee waves her hands in a showy gesture of excitement and flashes a pearly smile.

“Now!” She turns to Simon, pink hair whooshing over her shoulder with the movement. “Simon, a pretty basic but fun question. You’re a GLITCH researcher. That is super niche and pretty risky just looking at what you share. What made you want to follow this particular career path? Why not do something with regular pokemon?”

There’s a solid beat of silence as Simon appears lost in thought. Then he gives a small start as if realizing he’d been asked a question, blinks, and opens his mouth.

"Uh.. right.." He starts, "Um... well believe it or not I actually started on this career path back in Kanto. I took an internship with Silph Co. And it was a project one of the departments was working on. Glitch Research. I guess one thing led to another and here I am. I guess I didn't realize what I was getting into at the time."

[The camera pans around the lab, showing some of the pokemon wandering around, a few other lab workers, a worryingly large pile of pomeg berries, and a room labeled “Danger: Bad Eggs” filled with an even more worrying number of eggs]

“So what does a normal work day look like for you?” Zee continues. “Are you clocking in to study anything new right now? I imagine it’s egg and pomeg berry related.”

"Well... the Pomegs are a bit of a surplus we have from our last project." He explains, "You've probably heard of the term 'Glitzer Popping'. It's a slang term for the state induced by consuming Pomeg berries while nearly pushed to the point of exhaustion. It can trigger a heightened mental state that can alter one's perception of time."

Zee maintains a somewhat lost but interested smile as Simon provides his matter-of-fact explanation. Perhaps this is perfectly common knowledge to scientists.

"We had been using this method to attempt to make contact with a glitch pokemon called the Decamark. Or ten question marks. We've found however that this method, and possibly making contact with this pokemon at all is... well incredibly dangerous"

[The video freezes, and there’s an added voiceover from Zee]

“If you haven’t see Simon’s decamark videos, I’ll include a link below. Content warning for hopelessness, poisoning, and threat of death. Do not try to recreate his experiment at home.”

[The video resumes]

Zee is looking off to the side, and the camera zooms dramatically in on the “Danger: Bad Eggs” sign.

“Can you tell us about the Bad Eggs? How’s an EGG an invasive species?”

"Well," Simon goes on, "Bad Eggs aren't actual eggs. They are actually more like egg shaped pokemon. The main issue with them is how they reproduce. They can cause waves of corruption called surges. Causing these allows them to reproduce and create more Bad Eggs, but it’s also incredibly destructive. It makes them the only Pokemon that see humans as a prey item that they can hunt."

Zee frowns. ”So they’re like predatory togepies? And you just have a room full of them over there? Must make it easy to relax.”

Her sliggo begins to show just a little too much interest in exploring toward the danger door, so Zee stoops, and a loud, wet slurping noise follows as she forcefully peels the snail pokemon from the floor. Tala continues to squirm for freedom even as Zee cradles her.

“So what does a surge look like?” Zee continues. “And how does a Bad Egg, like, eat?

"A surge is... well.." Simon pauses in thought.

"You know it’s a strangely quiet phenomenon. Actually it makes very little sound. Visually it can look like... stripes of static. And it can cause people caught within it to appear to de-synch with themselves." He makes a gesture as if very familiar with the scenario, but Zee furrows her brows, struggling to visualize his description.

“Let’s talk about something a little more chill,” She suggests. “When you’re not at work, what do you like to do? Do you have any hobbies or personal projects?”

"So... um... I'm not really very much of a trainer, but I do have a little team I'm training." He goes on, "I do have a rival! He's from Glitch City of course. We've actually both won a badge on the circuit. Just one mind you, but it's still been fun to try our hands at battling."

Zee visibly perks up at the mention of this mysterious place, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she watches Simon with wide eyes.

”Ohh, Glitch City? I’ve been trying to find out how to get there. Do you know? Could you show me some time?”

“Well, I do know the way, but we aren't volunteering that information to just anyone right now. " He says, "Maybe I could ask Professor Zzazz about it. She's... er... probably watching actually." He glances into the camera and waves a little "Hi Zzazz. Hi �aver!"

Zee spends a moment mouthing the second name Simon said, visibly baffled by the “Kz” sound at the beginning. She wrinkles her nose. That’s a question for later.

[There’s a cut, and Zee is smiling again]

“Speaking of pokemon types, my next question! If you could be a pokemon for a day, which one would you want to be? It can be anything! Even a glitch one, you’ll just have to explain it to me.”

Simon chuckles for the first time, finally looking somewhat at ease. "Well, I've said before I'd love to know what it's like to be an E3. They're such smart, curious creatures. I do wonder what's going on in their heads."

[His dialogue is spliced with a close up shot of the breathing giant pile of feathers in the background]

"Otherwise... maybe a 4 4? They have a very potent visualtoxin that makes them hard to look at, but the coloration is impressive, and actually really beautiful! Just a massive array of blues and greens. I do wonder what it's like to look at the world as one. They must be able to perceive many more colors than we can. I imagine it would be fascinating."

When he finishes speaking, Zee continues to watch him for another moment with a growing fond smile.

“So this isn’t one of the planned questions, but what can you tell me about the 4 4? Is that your favorite pokemon? Is it also… Bird type?”

"Oh, 4 4?" He asks, "Actually yes, it's a Bird/Normal type. I wouldn't call it my favorite pokemon, it's just one that interests me. Favorite might need to be E3 really. 4 4 are actually rather dangerous. They have the most potent visualtoxin of any pokemon besides Mimikyu. They won't kill you, like a Mimikyu will, but they can have some nasty effects if you look at them directly. Still a fascinating pokemon. We think the body may resemble an urchin, covered in spines. It's also about twenty feet tall. "

[A quick overlay of three and a half Zee’s are stacked on top of each other, helpfully labeled “<—For Scale”]

“Okay!” Zee sweeps her hand up toward the ceiling, flashing the gold underside of her cape. “Next question! WHAT is the absolute CRAZIEST thing you’ve ever done?”

"Well," He says, "I guess I did help quell the 3TrainerPoke in Celedon... but mostly I was just giving advice there. Wasn't allowed to leave the hospital. Er.. hm... I did take a trip into what I can only describe as the Backrooms once in the back of a Pokemart. Recorded the whole thing. Found the weirdest Skitty I've ever seen back there. Time really does flow differently down there."

Zee waits for a few moments after he finishes. She then grins knowingly at him and holds a finger to her painted lips. “You don’t have to censor yourself for me, mimicutie. This is an R rated stream. For frightening or disturbing content, of course, so you can keep your top on. And your bottom. And your shoes.”

There’s a pause as Simon seems to consider this. There’s a little tension in his face as if he’s uncertain about continuing, but he does. "Well, I'm sure you've seen some of the Decamark things. " He says, "You've... er ... talked about those. I've also dealt with a couple temporal surges. Those split the timeline and can show you every possible outcome of your every action. I've er... induced them once or twice. Mostly by accident. They're caused by a Pokemon move, but the effects they can cause are rather astonishing. Like... being able to see every possible eventuality spreading out in front of you like they're threads you could reach out and grab."

“Nooo way. You’re TOTALLY messing with me.” Her brilliant white grin splits her face. “So you actually, literally saw the multiverse? What… What did you see?” She takes in a dainty, likely practiced gasp. “Did you see your own DEATH? What move causes that? What… Are there long term effects?”

Simon goes a little pale, but he soldiers on. "The move is an undefined one. Name is almost unpronouncable. But when it's called, that's what it does. Splits time in a sense." He meets her eyes, "And, yes, actually. I saw every eventuality, and some of them did include my own death.

"Actually, I did see some kind of specter at the end of one of them. I don't know how to describe it. If you've ever seen a Decamark... it had a similar look to it but bigger, longer, much more... human like. Staring at it felt like staring death itself in the face. Like standing next to oblivion."

Zee’s enamored smile widens. “So what do you think you saw? Like a nihilego? Death? It sounds a lot like a light at the end of the tunnel sort of thing. How did seeing all of that not drive you totally insane?” She raises a brow, but her grin never falters. “Am I trapped in this lab with a mad man?”

[The scene cuts before he can answer. It resumes with them still in the same spot with Zee unmurdered by the potentially mad scientist]

Zee flips her vibrant pink hair over her shoulder. “So I guess you didn’t try filming that part? If it was a real thing and not just a hallucination, the camera would have detected something, right? Promise you’ll invite me over next time you’re going to do it.”

She winks at him. “Well, I’ve probably talked your ears off long enough. Do you have any questions for me or words of wisdom for your new fans?”

"Words of wisdom, well. ah...."

After a moment of scrambling for words, a little smile graces his face.

"Well, just remember to keep an open mind about the people and Pokemon you meet. Even if they're a little unpredictable, you know?"

Zee claps her hands once, emitting a sharp snap that echoes in the lab. “Okay! Thank you so much for joining us today, everyone! And Simon, thank you so much for having me. This was a lot of fun!

“Remember, everything we discussed today was done and practiced by a professional. Don’t try any of it at home. And don’t forget to follow Simon’s page to keep up with his research. He’s doing some really cool things here.”

Zee sweeps her right hand across her chest, then snaps it out to the side, flashing the golden underside of her cape.

“Again, thank you so much for your love and support! If you haven’t already, don’t forget to subscribe, and I’ll see you at the next stream!

“And remember skiddos, mommy loves you!”

[The following black screen is overlayed with white text reading, “Simon took me to a corner cafe in Lilycove during his lunch break…”]

[A photo of Simon laying facedown on the ground with his pelipper perched on his back, proudly gobbling down his sandwich]

“RIP Simon’s Dignity

2023 - 2023”

Find Simon’s Decamark Vlogs: @pokeglitchden

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5 This was pretty long

Part 6 Holy moly!

Part 7 Make it stop

Part 8 Oh, thank goodness

#pokemon irl #zee streams

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skylarmoon71 · 1 year

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Timeless Wells (Flash) - Speedster Chapter 12

It’s been a week since your conversation with Harrison.

More than anything you want to show him that you’re trying. He was giving his all to ensure that you were comfortable and happy. So the least you can do is help in any way you can. So you go about your day, assisting in the lab. You have experience in ways that the interns can only dream of, but you try to stay at the sidelines. Only giving input when instructed.

Going into a leadership role brings too many somber feelings. You have a feeling that’s why Harrison assigned you an intern position.

The clattering of a beaker on the floor makes your head turn.

“You need to be careful! Stop messing up, rookie!” Another intern yells.

“I’m sorry!” She’s quick to apologize.

You move over to her, helping her pick up the broken glass. She looks up, sending you an appreciative smile.

“Thank you.” She whispers. You nod.

“No problem.” Your eyes turn back to the male who’d reprimanded her. As you toss the pieces into the trash, you move over to him.

“We’re all in a learning environment. There’s no need to be rude.” He scoffs.

“Please, like you’re in a position to talk. All of us got here through hard work. Nepotism must be a great boost to your confidence.”

His jaw is set tight, and the other interns in the background look uneasy. It’s clear to see this guy has a hot head. So why not indulge him.

“You’re right. It does. I wonder if you know this but my uncle is best friends with Dr. Harrison Wells. He was really insistent on making me feel welcomed. But I can’t say that I do. I guess I’ll have to tell my uncle about it. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind making some adjustments.”

He suddenly doesn’t look as confident. He backs off, walking away. The woman you’d help looks surprised.

“Your uncle is best friends with the founder of Star Labs?!”

You shake your head.

“Nope, I was just pulling his leg. It worked too.” You can see the little smile that makes its way on her face.

“You’re funny.”

You smile, holding out your hand.

“(Y/N), nice to meet you.”

She takes it with the widest grin.

“Avery! Nice to meet you too. Thanks again for the save. “

“No problem, I had to put him in his place. I thought being the oldest here would give me an advantage but I guess not.” You had maybe a five year gap on most of them.

“I don’t mean to sound rude or anything, but you seem a lot more experienced to be on this internship.” The second she says it she starts apologizing.

“N-Not that y-you’re old or anything! You’re as young as a stallion. I-i just mean that this is a beginner program for scientists. N-Not that you’re stupid that’s not what I meant!!”

You laugh rather loudly and it feels great. You can see the way she winces. When you finally calm down, you place your hand on her shoulder.

“Thank you, really. You have no idea how long it’s been.”

This is easily the best conversation you’ve had outside of your talks with Harrison.

“I’m a mess.” She giggles.

“What I meant is you seem very intelligent. I saw the way you assembled that molecular splicer. It took most of us at least two tries. But you got it done the first try. “

You suppose it was hard to hide the scientist at heart.

“I just don’t like the attention. I learn more when I’m observing rather than trying to prove I’m the smartest in the room.”

“That’s pretty awesome. Do you want to join me for lunch? I know this sweet spot that we can get extra chips from.”

“I..”

You pause.

It feels wrong to accept the invitation. To be this happy.

“I’m sorry! I’m being forceful again aren’t I. You don’t have to! I understand. I can be a bit pushy.” You shake your head.

“You aren’t pushy. It’s really sweet. How about I join you tomorrow. I’m not much for crowds. I know this great spot on the second floor where we can eat quietly. “

“That’s perfect! I’ll see you tomorrow then!” She looks very excited and you wave as she runs off to get her lunch.

“Tomorrow.” You mumble.

#genderswap #timelesswells #alternate universe #flash #speedsters #pain #hurt #harrisonxreader #trust #past #newlife

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melanielocke · 2 years

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Alastember - day 24 - freedom

This one is a sequel to day 3 where Alastair ends up voluntarily admitted to a mental hospital after a suicide attempt. I have currently started my psychiatry internship at the psychiatry ward of an academic hospital, which is not completely the same as a mental hospital like where Alastair currently is, but I am basing how things work on what I've seen so far. CW: mental hospital, PTSD, depression, past suicide attempt @alastair-appreciation-month

‘We’re almost done,’ the medical student said, Alastair had long forgotten her name. ‘The last part is how you see yourself. Could you describe some of your personality traits?’

Alastair was feeling drained after the conversation, but apparently it was something all patients had to do here. The med student had spent almost an hour asking him about his childhood and life, and for Alastair there was a lot there that he found difficult to talk about.

‘I am very protective of people close to me,’ Alastair said. ‘I care a lot about them. I find it difficult to be kind and tend to be rather direct or mean when I talk to others, even though I’d rather not be. I used to get angry or frustrated easily, but not lately.’

While at first the doctor had concluded this was likely a worsening of c-PTSD symptoms, now they believed it was more likely a depression. Alastair had known he was at increased risk for depression, and he believed it was likely too. He wasn’t really experiencing flashbacks or overwhelming anger like he used to before he’d gone to treatment for his PTSD. Instead he just felt numb, empty. He found he couldn’t enjoy things like he used to, but that was something he’d also struggled with when his PTSD was especially bad.

‘And how would you think other people view you? How do your friends?’

‘Different from most people, I presume. Most people tend to dislike me, they find me abrasive and uncooperative. My friends would describe me as grumpy but very caring underneath it, I guess. I don’t know, I think they overestimate how likeable I am and I’m not sure why they want to stay with me.’

‘What are things you’re good at?’

‘Playing the piano. Singing. I’m very good at making potions,’ Alastair said. ‘I really miss being able to use magic inside here.’

The mental hospital was completely warded against magic. There was one room that was the exception, which was a room where some doctors used magic to treat patients, but that was all still very experimental and primarily used for treatment resistant patients. Alastair was still on mirtazapine and he had started to feel a difference. Not much, but something was happening. He was sleeping a lot better at least.

‘What are your hopes for the future?’ the medical student asked.

‘I’m hoping I recover. I have never really been able to picture my future far ahead. At job interviews people always ask me how I see myself in ten years and I just can’t. I do hope to get a new job in potion making, preferably somewhere that doesn’t require a lot of interaction with other people.’

‘Are there any potion making jobs you could do from home?’

‘I do have a small set up at home for simple potions, but I’d need a bigger lab and my boyfriend doesn’t appreciate it when I use the kitchen for potions. Maybe if he makes enough money to move into a bigger house that would be a possibility, he’s a doctor, but I’ll need a job until then too and I don’t really see the point in working in a different field than potion making.’

‘Do you have any hopes or dreams beside your job in potion making?’ the medical student asked.

‘I wanted to get married,’ Alastair said. ‘I hope Tom will want that someday. But I feel I’m too much of a burden on him. Someday he’ll notice that too.’

‘Has he ever expressed something like that?’

‘No, and he’ll deny it. I guess it might not be the most rational thought I’ve had, but it does make sense. Realistically, I might never become completely stable. Even if the depression goes away, I’ll still have PTSD and autism and I’d still be at increased risk of another depression. He worries about me a lot, and he says he doesn’t mind and that he likes taking care of me, but I know it’s going to weigh on him eventually.

He's coming here in about five minutes, by the way. Did you have any other questions?’

‘No, that was everything,’ the medical student said. ‘Thank you. I know this can’t have been easy for you.’

‘It wasn’t,’ Alastair said bluntly. ‘I was also wondering if it was possible to increase my freedom. I feel I’m doing a little better and I’d like to be able to leave the ward with Thomas and go outside.’

‘I’ll discuss it with the doctors,’ the med student promised. ‘But it’s not my decision, and it’s not something that’ll change today for when your boyfriend comes to visit.’

Alastair nodded. ‘Okay. I hadn’t expected any different.’

The med student left and Alastair returned to his own room in the meantime. There was a living room where he had a little more space to sit but he felt too drained and ever since Matthew had gone to the open ward he didn’t really have anyone here he enjoyed talking to. One of the most difficult things about being in a mental hospital was not having his own space. Even his room didn’t feel his since the people working here came inside whenever they needed something. He couldn’t wait until he got to go home for the weekends. Matthew had been allowed to go home on weekends when he was still here. He’d moved back in with his parents to work on his recovery was the last thing Alastair had heard, and would go there when he was discharged from the open ward.

When Thomas texted he was almost there, he went to the entrance of the ward to wait there. There were two doors, which Alastair felt was a bit excessive, and one had to be closed before the second could open. A nurse let Thomas inside and Alastair took him back to his room.

‘I missed you,’ Thomas said, pulling Alastair into a hug.

‘I missed you too,’ Alastair said, allowing Thomas to hold him.

He found it did comfort him. It hadn’t a couple of weeks ago. Back then everything had felt hopeless and awful. Now he was feeling a little better. Not good, exactly, but Thomas did make him feel better.

‘How are you?’

‘A little better. The doctor wants to talk to us about the diagnosis sometime next week, but she’d said she’d call you about the time.’

‘Do you have any idea how much longer you’re going to be here?’ Thomas asked. ‘I miss having you home.’

‘I don’t know,’ Alastair said. He sighed. ‘It’s just not a quick process. I’m happy my medication is starting to work, but after that going home would still be a big step. I’m scared things will just get worse again there, since I’d still have no job and would still be useless.’

‘You’re not useless,’ Thomas said. ‘And it’s perfectly okay if you need to stay at home for a while before you start working again. We have enough money for that.’

‘I think I’d be happier being able to make potions again,’ Alastair said. ‘I miss doing magic.’

‘In that case, Henry might have something for you. Matthew suggested it, actually. Henry is a potion researcher, he has his own lab with Grace and Christopher. They’re getting a bigger potion lab, and Henry would have space for another research position. Henry knows you’re a brilliant potion maker.’

‘I’d still have to work with other people,’ Alastair said.

It just wasn’t something he was good at, working with people, and he hated that no matter where he applied that was something people found important. No one was going to hire him if he said in an interview that team work was his weak spot.

‘Yes, but Henry, Christopher and Grace are all neurodivergent,’ Thomas said. ‘I thought that might make it easier for you. Besides, you’re free to work on your own project.’

‘I’ll have to think about it,’ Alastair said. ‘Henry is also Charles’ father. I’m not sure that would be such a good idea.’

Thomas’ expression was pained. Alastair knew Thomas struggled with the knowledge of what Charles had done, the urge to protect Alastair, being unable to do more. Neither of them had seen Charles in some time, he’d gone onto his own path and had stopped bothering Alastair, possibly after finding someone new.

‘Charles barely speaks to his parents anymore,’ Thomas said. ‘It’s difficult for Henry and Charlotte, but not something Henry would talk about with you at work. He’d generally pretty good at getting caught up in potion work, and he’d much rather talk about potions with you than his family.’

Alastair nodded. ‘That doesn’t sound too bad. Let Henry know I’m considering his offer, but I have no clue when I’ll be ready for that.’

‘Does it help? Knowing that there is an option when you feel up for it?’ Thomas asked.

‘A little. It’s good to know I have an option, but it kind of feels like they’d hire me out of pity.’

‘It’s not pity. Henry knows you’re a brilliant potion maker, and you’d fit in the team better than most other potion makers.’

Alastair hated the whole fitting into the team thing he’d encountered a lot at work. At university, being kind of a loner had worked. He’d had Thomas, was friends with Kamala, he didn’t need to get along with others from his class. But at work, being social was far more important and while it had taken some time until someone had actually fired him for it, he’d regularly heard he didn’t fit in with the team well and needed to be more cooperative.

‘That does help,’ Alastair said. ‘I wish people would just stop judging me for not being good with people.’

‘Everyone has different skills,’ Thomas said. ‘And there are very few people as good with potions as you are. You cause a lot less accidents than Henry and Christopher.’

‘Fire safety isn’t that hard,’ Alastair said. ‘My mother has never blown up anything while making potions.’

‘Tell that to Christopher,’ Thomas said with a laugh, and Alastair smiled too.

‘I think that’s the first time I’ve seen you smile in months,’ Thomas said. ‘I’m glad you’re feeling better.’

‘Me too. You knew, didn’t you? That I wasn’t doing well.’

‘I didn’t realize it was so bad you’d try to die. I thought if I could encourage you to seek help and be home more for you, it would be fine. But it was obvious to me you weren’t doing well. I didn’t see you smile anymore. You didn’t eat unless I encouraged you too. You never initiated sex.’

‘I didn’t really feel like having sex. Sorry about that.’

‘You don’t have to be sorry. It’s just a noticeable difference. Normally I can barely keep up with your libido, so it was unusual that you didn’t really care to have sex anymore.’

Alastair never liked talking about his feelings and he found having sex with Thomas could be an easier way to deal with stress and put bad thing out of his mind. It was very effective except when Thomas picked up on something being wrong and wanted to talk about it anyway.

‘So if it happens again, you’ll know what to watch out for.’

‘Exactly,’ Thomas said. ‘And if we work on a good plan for when things get worse they might give you more freedom sooner.’

Alastair nodded. ‘We can work on that next time. How have you been?’

‘I started going back to work,’ Thomas said. ‘I’m mostly just helping out wherever they need me. The ER was really busy yesterday so they were glad I could come help. Lots of babies with viral infections. I had to go home after a fifteen year old girl was announced who’d attempted suicide.’

Alastair felt guilty. At the time he’d done it, he hadn’t considered that Thomas might be hurt. He’d believed Thomas would be better off without him, that he’d be free from the burden of taking care of Alastair. But Thomas was struggling with what he’d done, and if he’d died he would have caused so much pain. That was never what he’d wanted.

‘I’m sorry. That must have been difficult.’

‘It’s alright, they understand at work,’ Thomas said.

Alastair wished his old job could have been so understanding, but one PTSD related breakdown had been enough to get him fired. The difference was, people liked Thomas. Thomas was kind and empathetic and while he was a little shy, he was good with people. Sometimes Alastair didn’t understand why Thomas loved him. He wasn’t kind or likeable.

‘That’s good,’ Alastair said. ‘Have you seen Matthew again?’

‘I went to see him when he was on leave at his parent’s house,’ Thomas said. ‘We talked for a long time and I guess we’re friends again? Matthew apologized for his behavior in the past, and I apologized for abandoning him and I think we’ve forgiven each other.’

‘It was my fault you two lost each other,’ Alastair said.

‘Don’t say that,’ Thomas said, pulling Alastair against him once again. ‘You only did what you did to protect Cordelia and me, you did the best you could in the circumstances. It was never your responsibility to look out for Matthew’s well being, I should have done that.’

‘I’m glad you two are friends again,’ Alastair said. ‘I think it’s beneficial to you both. Matthew’s matured a lot.’

‘He has. He seems to actually like you,’ Thomas said.

That was news to Alastair, although Matthew had been a lot kinder to him when they’d been in this ward together. He guessed being admitted to a mental hospital together had to change the way you viewed each other.

Someone knocked on the door, and Alastair went to open. It was the med student from earlier.

‘I discussed with the doctors and they agreed that after the weekend you’ll have level 2 freedom, which means you’ll be allowed to leave the ward when accompanied by someone else.’

Alastair smiled for the second time today. ‘Thank you for asking, I appreciate it.’

He closed the door again and sat down next to Thomas. ‘Next week we can take a walk through the gardens together.’

He had been outside in the past few weeks, but only accompanied by a nurse. He hadn’t asked to go outside again, it was too humiliating. Being allowed to take a walk while with a visitor was already a big improvement. He missed his freedom, and felt ready to take another step.

‘I’ll be there on Monday,’ Thomas promised.

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two-sides-samecoin · 1 year

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You're so right Robin isn't a prize for Nancy because people don't want her to have a boyfriend. The same people are crying about St/ncy, how Steve isn't a prize for Nancy for changed behavior, which I also agree with.

What gets me sometimes it's their reasoning for R/nance, they always mention it will work because Nancy doesn't have to prove herself to Robin, which I find is a weird take. They always then give out examples that the guys were doubting her ideas and theories in previous seasons. Like Steve didn't believe her crazy story about someone being behind his house or not wanting to expose the lab, or Jonathan having doubts in s3 with the rats. They argue that Robin is just fully supportive and doesn't doubt her. They even criticize Steve in s4 for questioning the plan, saying oh look he doesn't actually understand her and he puts her down again. I just think Robin following Nancy blindly and never challenging her is such a toxic thing to root for in relationships. Obviously, there are levels to it. People who constantly put you and your ideas down, making you feel upset, shouldn't be in your life. But here in ST, those ideas that are questioned aren't normal things, like essays, research topics, music, etc. No, the guys questioned her plans or theories about stuff that is life threatening or could at least put them in uncomfortable situations, like getting fired from your internship. It's unfair to paint both Jonathan and Steve as villians for not going along with Nancy's plan when we don't see them together in non traumatic situations. They both don't give out the vibe that they would be anything but less supportive. Like Steve worshipped the ground she walked on, he tried his best. Him not being equipped with dealing with trauma (because he was traumatised himself) is another thing than being unsupportive in general. Jonathan is the same, like he wants Nancy to succeed so badly that he is afraid he might hold her back. I just hate it when people put them down in order to make Robin perfect for Nancy. They make it out that all Nancy did was suffer in those relationships, erasing the importance, just so Robin can come and save her. St/ncy and J/ncy aren't perfect, but that wasn't just because of the guys. R/nance will be the same if Nancy doesn't learn from her mistakes she made in the other relationships, but most people take the easy way out and make the relationship perfect from the beginning.

ngl that whole stancy thing that you talked about with that post is why i phrased that like that cuz these are the same people who want nancy to date robin because they want nancy to not have a boyfriend like huh!!?!? it doesn’t add up!! if you can do willingly see that nancy isn’t a ‘prize’ then you should also realize that ROBIN isn’t a prize for nancy’s development - it’s just frustrating! and not to say that i don’t agree with that original post because i do! it’s just frustrating how easily people have double standards with this concept

you’re right that is such a weird take!!! god i want when people talk about the boys questioning nancy because it is reasonable to question these things! like nancy says things that at the point wouldn’t make sense to them/NEED to be questioned. the main thing that i’m thinking about is steve questioning nancy about seeing a man with no face in his backyard and it’s like YEAH HE IS GOING TO QUESTION HER!! because a) he doesn’t suspect anything weird going on i. hawkins with supernatural b) saying that there was someone lurking in his own backyard would make him nervous/have anxiety BECAUSE SOMEONE IS LURKING IN HIS JOUSE AND HE DOESNT KNOW IT!!! like hello - that’s so fucked. so he has every reason to question her here but because of the other shit in this scene: they immediately just hound on steve.

honestly what’s funny about them saying thag robin would believe her and follow her is the fact that in canon ROBIN DOESNT AND THEY KNOW IT!!! like they’re constantly going on and on about how ‘oh nancy was pissy in the library scene cuz robin didn’t believe her’ which is ironic cuz then they say that robin blindly follows her - like that’s hilarious. also yeah what you said about how they villianze the boys: i honestly think people villanize jonathan and steve way more than the fandom will do for nancy. because they just want her to be a girlboss and etc like it’s sooo exhausting. literally EVERYTHING you said in the last few sentences because fucking agreed!!

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the intern

part two

-> part one

SYNONPSIS: in which y/n has been granted an internship at stark industries, working as tony’s assistant and an extra hand in the workshop and lab.

PAIRING: peter parker (th) x gn!reader ( they/them )

WARNINGS: none yet, but will be added as the story progresses.

author’s notes: trying to work on requests as soon as i can !! apologies if i take a little bit of time to do them :’) tysm for 50 followers!!! :D <3

with a sigh leaving their lips, they walking into the lab, a cup of coffee in their hands, “so, mr stark, what will it be for today? mission reports?”

their tired eyes looked up and noticed that they weren’t actually speaking to tony and in his place a teenage boy was stood, completely in shock that another voice that wasn’t tony’s was in the lab, “oh my god, you scared me… i thought you were mr stark.”

y/n’s eyes narrowed and their eyebrows scrunched up together, “hey.. i know you don’t i? you go to midtown.”

“oh, yeah.. i do,” he smiled.

“peter! peter parker, that’s it, you were in band, until you quit out of nowhere,” y/n laughed softly, placing down their bag and coffe, “i shouldn’t laugh at that, i basically did the same thing.”

“you?- you were? what are you doing here?” he asked, a nervous laugh escaping his lips.

“what am i doing here? isn’t that what i’m supposed to ask you,” y/n raised an eyebrow, “i work here, have done for a while, now what are you doing here exactly?”

“i- i have an … internship with mr stark,” he explained, his demeanour a lot more meek than before.

“really? you must rarely be here then, i’m here almost every day,” y/n laughed, “how’d he find you, youtube?”

peter’s eyes widened and he gulped, his mind was currently racing ‘were they secretly a hero too? did mr stark never tell him? why wouldn’t he tell him? do they know i’m spiderman?’. he cleared his throat and looked to the side, “no, not youtube, i can’t remember exactly.”

before y/n could utter back a sarcastic response, tony in all his glory strutted into the lab, “hey kids, good you two met, saves me some of my valuable time… anyways, parker what are you doing here? don’t you have .. what was it? homework?”

“uh! yeah- yeah! homework, homework that i need to get done, but my internship, mr stark!” his voice full of anxiety, from the way y/n stared him down, seemingly analysing his every move and every word. this boy was on edge.

“right, do you have spider-man’s suit? need to have y/n work on it, since he wrecked his suit. again.” tony raised an unimpressed eyebrow at peter, his words saying ‘do you know how much that thing costs?’ and peter knew it. he made a mental note to apologise to tony.

“again? thats like the second time within the span of two weeks?” y/n groaned, rolling up the sleeves of their sweater, getting ready to work on the suit.

“yeah! y-yeah, got it in here!” peter quickly took his backpack off, unzipping it and pulling it out his bag and putting it onto the table.

“you keep it in a backpack? i hope spiderman doesn’t know, i’m sure he’d love to know his million-dollar suit is being shoved in the backpack of a teenage boy,” y/n chuckled fo themselves.

“i’m sure he doesn’t mind!”

“mhm. okay, let me have a look at that,” y/n walked over to the suit and looked at it briefly, then picking up the sleeve and cringing, seeing the large gash in the material, noticing a little bit of blood, “oh my god, is spiderman okay? he should come in to get checked out, this is.. this is bad.”

“what d’ya see, kid,” he walked passed peter and looked at the suit and then side-eyed peter.

“i know first aid, you should call him in,” y/n looked up at tony.

“he’ll be fine, he’s got those spider powers, heals faster,” tony pat his hand on their back.

“you’re trained in first aid?” peter finally spoke again.

“well,” y/n laughed, standing up straight to face peter, “i wouldn’t say trained, i guess more.. read a book and i remember everything on it.”

“woah..” peter’s eyes widened.

“yeah, yeah, impressive stuff, but need ya to work on the suit,” tony rolled his eyes, “kid, come with me.” peter nodded, following right after tony, as they both walked out of the lab.

y/n rolled their eyes and shook their head, getting straight to work on the suit, “friday, can you pull up the measurements to spiderman’s suit and pull up video footage of how spiderman sustained the damage to his suit?”

“of course, mx l/n.” friday spoke, two screens pulling up in front of them.

“perfect, thanks friday.” y/n looked at the different screens and then pressing play on the video.

“hey, big guy! how about you leave those people alone and come get me!!” spiderman yelled, “oh man, he’s coming right at me.”

spiderman shot a web at a building and began swinging away from the villain, as he chased spiderman - hot on his tail. the villain grabbed onto spiderman’s leg, pulling him to the ground with full force and slamming him against the pavement.

“hey, hey, you didn’t even play fair! c’mon man!” spiderman yelled, making y/n laugh a little bit, but the laughing quickly stopped as the guy swung a punch at spiderman with his huge fist. y/n could tell that hurt, even with spiderman’s abilities.

“i don’t play fair.” the villain spat, grabbing onto spiderman’s leg again and slamming him into a window and then back onto the ground and then back through the broken window, glass clearly piercing the skin of spiderman.

y/n paused the video and swiped the screen away, focusing on the suit again, “okay, this isn’t the worst state i’ve seen this suit, but it’ll take me quite a while to fix it up… hey friday! let mr stark know that the suit will take a few hours to fix.”

“yes, mx l/n.”

“great, now let’s get some tunes playing.”

“god.. i’m exhausted,” y/n chugged down the rest of their coffee, savouring the sweet, yet bitter taste of the drink. the coffee has already gone cold, but y/n needed anything to keep them focused right now, not that they had much left to do, but they liked to be thorough with their work, “okay, that should be done..”

“hey friday, can you call in mr stark.”

“right away, requesting tony stark to arrive, right now.”

“thanks,” y/n let out a tired sigh, leaning their head on the palm of their hand.

“excuse me..?” a deep voice was heard at the doorway of the lab, making y/n jump up and turn to the person whose voice had just spoken, “sorry don’t mean to startle.”

“oh, no, it’s alright!” y/n chuckled, “it’s james right? what can i help with?”

“just bucky is fine.. my arm is stuck, i can’t move it and it’s … uncomfortable,” bucky explained, walking into the lab, “the metal one.”

“oh, alright, let me look at that,” y/n stood up, letting bucky sit in their seat, “nice arm! is that really all vibranium?!”

bucky laughed at their youthful excitement, “yes, made in wakanda.”

“no way.. this is the coolest thing ever?! the only time i’ve come close to vibranium is when steve’s shield almost took my head off!” y/n inspected the arm, “sorry, i’m rambling, this shouldn’t take long.”

“it’s alright, i think it’s funny.” bucky smiled awkwardly. y/n could tell he wasn’t one for talking, or making conversations, so they decided to be quiet.

“looks like the plates are just stuck, this shouldn’t take a second,” y/n smiled, before realising he would have to take it off for them to work on it, “you can.. take that thing off right?”

“yeah.” he reached over to the arm with his other and moved it around a bit, before it came off and dropped to the floor. y/n held back a laugh at the way it dropped and just picked it up and began working at it.

“barnes.” tony stared at the man he disliked most in the tower with such discontent that it would have thrown y/n off if they had seen.

“oh, i’m just helping him with his arm, it will only be a second, spiderman’s suit is already done, it’s over there,” they pointed, not turning around to look at him, “you should really try to do a little stretching and small movements with this arm for at least five minutes a day, otherwise if all you do is work out with it on, this will happen more often, the arm is … actually very impressive in the way it was made, i mean obviously! it’s freakin’ vibranium! but, there’s a small flaw in its design, no biggie, but if you do what i said, it will be all good.” y/n stood up straight and handed bucky his arm, confused by most of what they had said to him, but nodded anyways, putting his arm back on.

“thank you.” bucky noddded, before making his way out of the lab.

“let’s see the suit, kid,” tony spoke up, only after he was sure that bucky was completely gone.

“right here, fixed it up real good, added some minor upgrades for him, like plating that will appear according to where his spider senses sense danger, just a cool little thing since it could save me a lot of time fixing his suit every week.”

“that’s impressive, good job kid.” tony pat them on the back, before putting a briefcase onto the table and putting the suit into it, “i can tell you’re tired, happy’s already waiting for you outside, take it easy until tomorrow.”

“hey? it’s not that late, i can do some work,” y/n protested.

“ah- ah ah- no, no no. nope, not at all, get outta here kid, scram before i make you leave.”

“okay, i’ll be here tomorrow after school, thank you mr stark,” y/n smiled and picked up their bag, actually grateful that tony had let them go early.

“see ya kid, don’t do anything i would, or wouldn’t do!”

“sure, sure!” y/n yelled back, as they walked out the lab.

#tom holland #peter parker tom holland x reader #peter parker tom holland #peter parker x gn!reader #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker x reader #peter parker

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blissfulparker · 2 years

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Helloo! If its okay would you be willing to write a short story where the reader is like super terrified of thunder storms and peter ends up finding out somehow and is just like, super supportive and all golden retriever boy? I love yooouuu!💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

Rough rain patters against your window with no sign of stopping anytime soon. Cracks of lightning and thunder fill the New York City sky and maybe, to some, these storms were peaceful. To you however, these storms were brutal.

Curled up with T.V. Full blast to try and drown out the sounds of the rain and your boyfriends old internship hoodie to keep you warm, you tried to ignore to constant anxiety and fear that filled your body from the rain but it was too hard. The thought of the power going out, a flood happening, getting stuck in your—

“Oh my god, it’s brutal out there.” The sliding sound of the window snapped you from your thoughts. In a torn—and wet—blue and red suit, your boyfriend stands with his mask in hand trying to catch his breath.

You understand why Peter took the window, there was nothing casual about the infamous Spider-Man walking though the front door of apartment 213 but there were times where you wished, for your own mental sake, he would walk through the front door.

“Yeah, shut the window please.” Your voice softer than normal as you speak. He climbs in, removing the suit as if you are not in the room leaving you exposed to his nearly naked form covered in scratches and damp from a mixture of sweat and rain.

“It’s almost like no one wants to commit crime when it’s pouring outside! I mean, understandable but I wanted to make sure all was well—oh! I wanted to let you know that—why is the t.v so loud?” He turns to you, his brows furrowed.

It always made you smile, your boy and his constant train of thought slipping. One moment he could be talking about a lab discovery and the next he’s talking about how much mustered he needs on his sandwich to compliment it. It brings your heart at ease.

With only dating for a few months, you hadn’t ever told peter your fear of storms. Small showers of rain were nothing but the summer storms like these ones were what you feared. You felt embarrassed even when you shouldn’t have, peter told you how he had been afraid of how fast fruits can fly when they are thrown after his aunt may tried to test his senses. So your fear of storms were nothing but felt like everything.

“It’s just loud outside.” You cover for yourself but you already see the hairs on his arms rising.

“Liar.” He comes closer, his eyes travel down your body seeing just how bundled up you are.

“It’s true!” You lie again and he narrows his eyes at you before looking over at the window. He walks right past you and goes to open it and you feel your heart rate rise.

“Don’t!” You stop him and he turns to you. You can see that he feels it, your fears seeping into his body as if they were his own. “Please, peter.” You rarely used his name, calling him pet names here and there only using peter if you were serious.

“Are you afraid?” He asks softly and you take a deep breath.

“It’s embarrassing, I know.” You swallow back as if you might cry. The hard lump already forming in your throat.

“It’s not embarrassing. Why didn’t you tell me something sooner?” He comes closer, his hands nervous to touch you, waiting for your permission which you grant by leaning into him.

“I-I don’t know. It is embarrassing! We live in New York it rains here all the time and I’m not exactly afraid of the water it’s more of the storms that come, they’re so loud pete it’s just too much and what if the power goes out? What if someone breaks in when the power goes out? Did you know that crime—“ you start to ramble and peter stops you.

“Babe, I promise you nothing is going to happen and-and I wish you told me sooner but you’re telling me now and I’m happy you’re telling me so…so tell me what I can do to help.” He offers and you feel as though the lump in your throat is being replaced with love rather than fear.

“I-I want to sleep but I don’t know if I can.” You admit and he Hums.

“Okay, I’ll take a shower and then make some tea and we’ll fall asleep together okay?” He offers and you shake your head and suddenly the boy worries as if he’s said the wrong thing.

“What if you get struck by lighting in the shower?” Your question throws him off.

“What if I get struck by light—you realize I’ve been to space right? And have been hit by a train? And there was even this time where—“ you shake your head and let your forehead fall into his shoulder as you push off from him.

“Then go shower bugboy I just…please don’t get struck by lighting? You almost got electrocuted last week from the toaster.” You sit on the bed and he leans down to press a kiss to your lips.

“Okay, first of all, that toaster is probably getting recalled and our building is so old that was not my fault.” He kisses again before heading into the bathroom but before he shuts the door he pauses, turns to you with a sincere looking on his face. “I would never let anything happen to you, you know that right?”

With all the death he’s experienced, his uncle, his aunt, his mentors and his friends, all gone and he feels as if it is him. With you, you are his last hope and at first he was scared but now he never leaves your side.

“I know.” You nod your head and he smiles before slipping into the bathroom and starting up the shower.

Peter never left your side for the rest of the night, his arms wrapped around you and with ever crack of thunder he only held you tighter and littered your face in kisses. He held you until morning, until the rain stopped, until you were finally relaxed. He would never left anything happen to you, you were all he had left.

#kats blurbs #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker fluff #peter parker blurb #peter parker fic #peter parker x y/n

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super-unpredictable98 · 3 years

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Heavenly (The Mortal Instruments AU)

Chapter 1: How to Fix a Broken Heart

Warning: Strong language

(Masterlist)

There he was again, that cute boy you liked to admire. This time he seemed a little upset, his girlfriend wasn't there with him and you felt guilty for a second about how happy that made you. His girlfriend was really beautiful, she had a captivating smile and amazing red hair, she was nice as well, very sweet and a good tipper... Something very rare these days in NYC.

You instinctively fixed your hair when he came up to the counter, hoping he didn't notice how flustered you were. He was wearing his usual loose-fitting jeans, with a cute "Made in Brooklyn" shirt and a red hoodie, the glasses you always liked so much were not there anymore, but he looked handsome regardless.

"Hey, what can I get for you today?" you asked trying not to scare him with your customer service voice.

"Can I get a... Just a medium latte please, to go."

"Will that be all?"

"Yep," he took a deep breath and, as a reflex, tried to fix his glasses that were no longer there.

"That's 3,50."

He silently paid and dumped the change in the tip jar. You turned around to make his coffee, hoping that your cheeks were not as red as they felt.

"Haven't seen you here in a while," you mumbled before you could stop yourself.

"Sorry?" he grimaced.

"Um... I- I always see you here, with your girlfriend," you mentally beat yourself up for the stupid comment.

"You mean Clary? Oh, she's not... We're not..." good, the fact that he was also nervous made you feel less bad. "A lot of weird things happened lately I guess."

"I hope you're okay, you seem a little down today," you looked over your shoulder at those beautiful minty eyes.

"I said I love you for the first time to a girl and she didn't really reciprocate the feelings... Why am I telling you this? I'm sorry, you must think I'm a creep or something."

"No, don't be, it's okay," you handed him the coffee. "Baristas are great listeners, I call it baristherapy."

"Good to know," he chuckled and your chest was filled with pride after getting a smile out of him. "I'm Simon, by the way."

"y/n," you shook his hand, mirroring his smile.

"So, do you give out free therapy to every customer?"

"Only the cute ones," you murmured and immediately froze when you realized what you just said. "I mean... Sorry, I- God, I'm such an idiot."

"Oh," he blushed and a surprised grin crossed his face. "Well, I only do therapy with cute baristas, so I guess we're even?"

"I'd say so," you leaned over the counter.

"Could I... Maybe... I don't know... Get your number?"

"You want a rebound to fix your broken heart, huh?"

"No! That's not why I asked, I would never!"

You picked up the pen you usually used to write down the client's name on the cup when the cafe is packed and wrote down your number on the palm of his hand followed by an 'XOXO'.

"I'm kidding," you smirked. "Text me."

"I will," he nodded feeling victorious for once. "I'll see you around, then?"

"Before you go," you held up a brownie from the basket next to the coffee machine. "Take one, they're great for broken hearts, on the house."

"Thank you," he was once again taken aback by your kindness.

"See you, Simon."

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Throughout the next couple of days you and Simon texted quite a bit. He was nice, and funny, and charming (even without realizing it). Sometimes you wondered why this girl he confessed his feelings to rejected him.

One day as you were getting ready for work, your phone started ringing, you nearly fainted when you saw who it was. He never called you before, maybe because he was so shy. What made him do this now?

"Hey there," you picked up, trying not to show how nervous you were.

"Hi, y/n, what's... Up?"

"Not much, just heading to work, how about you?"

"Not much, not much... You know, school and internship at the lab, stuff like that."

"Ask her!" a girl's voice uttered next to him, to which he responded with "I'm trying!". It was adorable to say the last.

"Is everything okay?" you tried not to laugh and embarrass him further.

"Yeah, perfect, I was wondering-" Simon cleaned his throat hesitantly. "Would you like to do something later? Like a movie, or maybe we could eat something?"

"Sounds cool," you bit your lip to contain the excitement. "I get off at six, why don't you drop by and we can decide where we go from there? I should be able to get ready in about half an hour."

"Awesome, I'll see you then."

"See you later."

"She said yes!" you heard him celebrate on the other end.

"I told you! She's clearly into you" the same girl replied.

"Good for you, Lewis..." another female voice cheered without any enthusiasm and you quickly hung up, not wanting him to feel ashamed for forgetting to press the button.

For the rest of the day, you couldn't stop smiling, looking at the clock insistently and hoping time would run faster. More than once you zoned out thinking about Simon's lips, his soft velvety voice, his beautiful curls...

Changing for your date in the staff bathroom wasn't ideal, but you were willing to do your best with what you had. You got your change of clothes and the tiny clutch with makeup you brought from home. Just a little mascara and some lipstick, maybe some eyeliner, a quick brush to get your hair in place and you were good to go.

"Wow, you look fantastic!" Simon's face lit up as he watched you come out.

"Thanks, you look nice too," he was wearing a blazer and a button-up shirt this time. "Have you been waiting too long?"

"No, not at all."

"Ok, cool," you held his hand on the way out. "Where are we going?"

"I was thinking... How about we get dinner? This way we can talk and maybe you can therapize me a little more."

"Sounds good, just know I usually charge per hour and I'm not cheap."

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"So you have a band?" you laughed, unable to hold back.

"Yeah, The Mortal Instruments, I play the bass," he seemed to enjoy your surprised reaction. "Why is it so funny?"

"Well, for starters, you don't exactly look like the kind of guy who would be in a band."

"What is that supposed to mean?" he smiled that dazzling smile of his, nudging your arm. He knew the answer, but he wanted to mess with you just a little.

"You're... Nerdy and quiet, shy, I never imagined you on stage," you embarrassedly took a sip from your ginger ale to avoid looking him in the eye.

"Can't a nerdy guy enjoy making music?"

"Of course, I am pleasantly surprised, I think it's very hot when a guy plays an instrument."

"Maybe you should come to our next gig, we're playing at the Alto Bar on Saturday," he nervously fidgeted with his fingers. "I can get you VIP tickets, maybe even a backstage pass."

"Greenpoint, that hipster place?"

"Yeah."

"Hmmm... Okay, I'd love to go," you weren't sure if he was just trying to get you to go on a second date, but it worked. "What kind of music do you guys play?"

"You know, a little bit of everything, but mostly rock," he took another bite of his blood sausage, an interesting choice of dish... Being a vegetarian, you weren't exactly a fan, but you were not gonna judge him based on that. He was still sweet, and handsome, and funny. His peculiar taste in food was just a little detail.

"What do you do besides being in a band? You mentioned you're in college, right?"

"I'm actually a biology major at NYU," he once again went to fix the glasses that were not there, you kinda wish they were, he did look adorable with them and glasses have always been your weakness.

"At the College of Arts and Science in Waverly Place?"

"Yeah, have you been there?"

"I am an art history major there, how have we never met before?" you asked in disbelief.

"I don't know... I guess I'm just not that lucky," Simon shrugged timidly. "My roommate is studying arts too, you two will get along."

"Really? Is he going to NYU too?"

"Yeah, um... She is, but she goes to Tisch."

"She? You share an apartment with a girl?" the last thing you wanted was to sound old-fashioned or even worse, jealous. It was your first date after all, but it just came out.

"It's my friend Clary, she's like a sister to me..." Simon finally realized what a mistake it was to bring her up, especially after you had asked him if they were together. "She's barely ever home lately, she just got a new boyfriend."

"I didn't mean to intrude, I just never met a straight guy who shares an apartment with a girl he isn't dating or married to. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything."

"It's fine! It's totally okay, it was probably weird that I brought it up, I'm sorry..." you could see he was the one beating himself up for ruining everything this time.

"Don't worry, you don't have to explain anything to me," you reached for his hand, it was a little cooler than you'd expect, but still nice and soft.

"Do you have any roommates?" he tried desperately not to be awkward.

"No, my parents are from California, I'm living on my own," you gladly took the opportunity to change the focus of that uncomfortable conversation.

"What made you wanna come to New York?" Simon sighed relieved that things were back to normal.

"I don't know exactly, I always felt this tug, something pulling me to New York, like there is a part of me here that I was supposed to find," you looked down, blushing. "It sounds so dumb, I know."

"It doesn't, it's very poetic," he placed his palm on your cheek, bringing your eyes up again. "Were you able to find it yet?"

"No, so far I have only found two very large rats in my apartment and a huge load of debt from student loans," you joked.

"Yeah, sounds about right," he huffed a laugh, finishing off his meal. "Do you wanna go for a movie or...?"

"Shit!" you muttered when you noticed it started to rain outside.

"Oh," he turned around and recoiled at the sound of thunder. "It doesn't look like it's gonna stop anytime soon..."

"Yeah, even if I catch the train to Williamsburg it's still a fifteen minute walk, what am I supposed to do?" you laughed nervously.

"Well, I live a couple of blocks away, we could go there if you want. I'm not trying to be creepy or anything... I'm just-"

"Won't your roommate be mad?"

"She's never home like I told you, she's been spending most nights at the inst- her boyfriend's house," he shook his head in discomfort. "I have tons of movies, we could still watch something if you want."

"Okay then, we should probably go before it gets worse."

You tried to split the bill, but Simon insisted on paying for everything. You never really liked the notion of men paying stuff for you, but you thought it was cute the way how he put one hand on top of yours as you reached for your purse and shook his head as if it was so obvious.

When you two left the restaurant, you immediately shivered, hugging yourself. The rain was unforgiving and the wind just made it a million times worse. You cursed the moment you decided not to bring a coat or an umbrella because it was so hot.

Simon looked over at you, struggling to keep going while shaking from head to toe. You probably looked a mess, certainly not a very good first impression on a first date.

"Are you cold?" he frowned, somewhat surprised by that.

"Yeah, I'm so stubborn, I should've brought my coat..."

"Don't worry, here," he took off his blazer and placed it over your shoulders, rubbing your arms to keep you warm.

As grateful as you were for the chivalrous gesture, you couldn't help but worry about him.

"Thank you, but aren't you cold? It's freezing."

"No, I'm fine," he ran his fingers through his damp hair with a gentle smile.

"You don't have to pretend, Simon..."

"I'm not, really y/n," he seemed amused by your worry. "I'm not cold at all, do you want my shirt too?"

"N-no, I'm good. Thanks again," you thought it was a bit weird that he was immune to the frosty wind, but at the same time, it was intriguing. He offered you his shirt, now you couldn't get the image of him walking around shirtless in the rain from your head.

"Here we are," he opened the gate for you. "Home sweet home."

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kerie-prince · 4 years

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the intern

Peter Parker x Reader (college au)

requested: (anon) plz plz plz give me some college aged, super powerful ( think stark ceo powerful ) peter parker shit. idc what the rest of the story is about, i just need a brooding, smoldering, suit wearing, extremely expensive, college aged spiderman. plz and thank you!!!!

warnings: language

summary: When you start a new internship at Stark Industries, you're not only surprised to find Peter working as your boss, but that he's not the shy neighborhood boy you grew up with

a/n: this doesn't follow canon so for this imagine, hammer industries is just a rival company and the snap never happened lol also i don't know anything more than operating a phone so don't expect me to write sciencey, techy stuff lmao

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“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you were running across the road to jump into a cab that was available. Your phone hadn't been charging all night as you thought it had which caused you to wake up forty-five minutes before the start of the interview. You need this internship before you graduate from Empire State and get your degree in robotics.

On the way there, you nearly got car sick as the driver took sharp turns and nearly ran past intersections seconds before they became red. Once in front of Hammer Industries, your heels clicked loudly as you ran inside the tall building. You checked in with the front desk and took the elevator up to the 10th floor.

Just as you arrived, Justin Hammer was calling your name. “I'm right here!” you nearly tripped on your heels and your breaths were short.

“I've called your name three times, do you understand what that makes you look like, correct?” Justin stood unphased as you stood up straight and tried to steady your breath. “All these people are on time. Some of these folks have been here for hours, even.”

“Yes, sir. I’m so sorry–”

“Shame, I really liked your resume and your report on the expansion of nano-technology. Try again next year, maybe.” Justin started to call out the next participant and when she got up you stepped in front of her, “Please Mr. Hammer, I need this internship or I can't graduate.”

The people in the waiting room had their eyes on the two of you, tension so thick that it was almost hard to breathe. “Then maybe you should have come on time,” he pushed you aside to let the next person in to interview. You quickly ran back out and spoke to no one all the way home. Your eyes and cheeks were aching as you held in the tears during your Uber ride. The driver wanted to ask if you were okay, but if you were to break down in his car he’d probably be stuck having to listen to what happened and if he was honest with himself, he didn't actually care.

Once you got to your apartment, you made a straight line to the kitchen. “Hey, how’d the interview go?” MJ, your roommate, asked while still looking at her computer. You reached into the freezer for your emergency ice cream pint, snatched a spoon and walked into your room without saying anything. “That bad, I guess,” MJ said to herself.

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You sat with MJ and Ned in the cafeteria, but had not touched any of the food on your plate. Your head was laid on the steel table and you just continuously groaned. “I’m a failure,” you whined.

“No, what you are is fucking dumb,” MJ commented as she ate.

“Thanks, Michelle, that makes me feel so much better,” you looked up to glare at her before laying her head back down. Ned felt bad that his friend was in despair, “How come you didn't ask Peter for help?”

“Huh?” you lifted your head back up some of your hair falling onto your face.

“Yeah, Peter already works at Stark Industries, why didn't you just ask him to get you in? You could even skip the internship altogether and be in full time,” Ned suggested. You gave it some thought, but something about it didn't sound right.

“No, I don't want to bother Peter. I don’t want him to think that I’m only calling him for a job,” you sighed. Ned texted Peter anyways. Unexpectedly, Peter texted him back immediately.

“He says it’s fine,” Ned showed you his phone to read the text. ‘Yeah man, tell her to come in tomorrow and Ms. Potts will interview her’

You let out a deep breath you didn't know you were holding and pulled out your phone.

‘Thank you so much for helping me out’

(…)

‘No problem, anything for a friend’

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The Stark Industries building was huge. It almost looked taller than the Empire State Building, and maybe it actually was. Your legs were shaking as you stared up at it. “Here goes nothing,” you assured yourself.

The lobby was bustling with people; workers walking around, a group of kids that seemed to be here on a field trip, and some teens taking pictures in front of one of Mr. Stark's Iron Man suits.

The trip up to the 17th floor was crowded with people as more and more entered in every passing floor. You had to squeeze yourself out and accidentally stepped on someone’s foot in the process.

Looking around, your jaw dropped. It was an open laboratory with groups of people putting together small robots, flying drones, and people laughing and talking. It was such a fun and cool looking environment, you wondered why you didn't just apply here in the first place.

Pepper Potts spotted you walking around and approached you with a tap on your shoulder. “Hi, I’m Pepper. You must be Y/N,” she reached her hand out to shake yours which you accepted. “Hi, nice to meet you.”

“Peter’s told me a lot about you. Come, follow me,” Pepper’s office had glass walls and a view of New York from behind her desk. You weren't particularly fond of heights, but even you would love to have an office view like that. Pepper gestured to the chair in front of her as she smoothed her dress to sit in hers. “So, I see here that you had an interview at Hammer’s. Can I ask why you chose them?” You didn't even know how they got that information. You hadn't seen or spoken to Peter in quite a while, so how Pepper knew that was beyond you. You sat there with your lips moving to say something but nothing was coming out.

Pepper seemed to have caught on what you were thinking and elaborated, “Before I do any interviewing, I do full background checks on everyone.” She had a gentle smile which made you feel better. You thought she would scold you or something considering the question did more than catch you off guard.

“My mother used to work there for a long time and I figured that I would follow,” you explained. Pepper nodded her head and wrote some notes down. She looked onto her computer and looked at everything there was about you. “Well, I see here that you have exceptional grades. 4.7 GPA since you started school and your paper on nano-technology has gotten much praise. I think even Tony read it.” No way. The Tony Stark read my paper? “So tell me, do you see yourself working here at Stark Industries?”

You looked outside and watched everyone in the open lab again. “Yes.”

“Then that’s all I need to hear. We’d love to have you here,” she reached over to shake your hand. You looked at her surprised and hesitantly shook hers. “Welcome to the team, Y/N.”

“Thank you so much!” You cupped her hand with both of yours and shook it a little too quickly, but she didn't seem to mind. You were ecstatic to start your path to your career, and at a dream place at that.

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Your alarm rang at the time you set it to, but there was no need for it. You couldn't sleep all night. Today is your first day of your internship and you were feeling so many things at once. Excited, nervous, happy, scared…

You tried to restrain yourself to a light breakfast, but MJ’s pancakes were to die for that you ate two whole stacks. You looked through your closet just about fifteen times; you had already picked an outfit the following night with the help of MJ, but when you put it back on, you hated it. It sucked for your roommate seeing as she had to sit through you changing from eight other outfits.

You tried to picture the lab again to see how other people dressed for a better idea to base it on your outfit choice. From what you remember, it was pretty casual, so that’s what you stuck to.

You were given your pass the day you were hired, so you had no issue walking inside. The elevator was just as packed as it was last time, but you were more composed so there were no toes being stepped on this time. You weren't exactly sure as to where you had to go, so you looked around to see if there were other interns to ask where to start.

“Y/N!” Peter’s voice surprised you from behind. Your shoulders jumped a bit, but relaxed at the view of his face. His face… you actually hadn't seen him for quite a while. Months, maybe. His jawline was more defined, and his once floppy hair was styled neatly. You tried to not look him up and down, but the temptation was definitely there. And the other thing, his voice was deeper than you last remembered. Is this really Peter Parker? “Hey, Peter.”

He gave you a hug that nearly made you lose breath. He was stronger than you remembered. A memory flashed back to when you were in junior high; you, Ned and Peter were hanging around the local park and you beat Peter on rounds on the monkey bars. He gave up after a couple bars, but you went back and forth a couple times. ‘Show off.’ But now, he had muscles that the shirt he was wearing hugged his biceps.

The hug was quick, and you had to pretend that he didn't just squeeze some life out of you. “Do you work on this floor?”

“Yeah, you’re actually assigned to work with my team. Come, I’ll show you around.” He started walking and you noticed how his posture changed. Damn, I know it hasn't been this long since I've seen him. Why does he look so different? He was wearing trousers. Trousers? Peter hates trousers. But his ass is looking great–

“Hey guys, this is Y/N. She’s going to be working with us as an intern. And I'll say this beforehand, no she's not going to be taking coffee or lunch orders,” Peter introduced you. There were various aged people in this group. Some were your age, and one person looked to have been in his thirties. Peter is in charge of this group? They all said ‘hi’ to you and went around introducing themselves.

Once that was finished, Peter pulled a chair for you on the table. “You’ll take notes for me while I give this presentation,” he whispered to you before walking in front of the table and started writing on the clear glass board.

He was talking quickly and didn't stumble over his words like he used to. Everyone was listening to him attentively and you jotted notes down as quickly as you could. Every now and then, you would steal glimpses of him and feel a sort of… well you felt something. Amazement? Inspiration? Adoration?

No doubt was Peter one of the smartest people you've ever met and here he was leading his own team and making potential products for Stark Industries at such a young age. Seeing him at work was so… it was indescribable to you but all you could think of was how different he is now. In a good way, of course.

Peter Parker has been your friend for years and to see him change from a bumbling, shy, adorable nerd into a confident, intelligent working man attracted you.

When you got home, you thought a lot about your first day. Being an intern at Stark Industries was really fun, so far. You weren't expected to do silly things like get coffee or lunch for everyone or pick up someone’s dry cleaning. You actually learned something and even had your opinions heard on some of the things that Peter suggested for his team’s upcoming product presentation.

If this is what it's like to be an intern, you couldn't imagine what it would be like working full time.

“How'd it go?” MJ stuck her head in your room. “It was fun. I'm working with Peter,” you explained your day to her.

“Cool,” was the last thing she said before she went to her own room for the night.

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In the past few months, your internship at Stark’s has been going swimmingly. Everyone's been so nice, and the work is so fascinating. You've gotten closer with Peter and along the way, he felt like he was more than a friend and boss to you.

Currently, everyone was getting ready for their final presentations for the upcoming annual Stark Industries Convention. It was going to be Peter’s first year presenting his own project with his team and you were so excited to be a part of it.

The time you’ve spent with Peter was really fun. He was a good mentor and a great friend. The only thing was that you couldn't help but look at him a little too long, and you’ve found yourself thinking about him during your classes or doing your homework. The shy boy from Midtown High was no more, replaced– no, grown into the Peter you know now. But you pushed all feelings aside to focus on your next thesis paper and mock-up of the handout brochures of Peter’s project.

Sometimes, you didn't even feel like an intern as Peter would ask for any ideas you had to make the project better and even let you help with assembly. He stayed true to his words and you’ve never once had to run for coffee or things like that. There’d be times when you would study some of the little parts under a magnifying glass and he’d come up slightly behind you and explain about some of the bits on the working table.

And every time he did that, your breath would be stuck in your throat and you’d have to remind yourself that this was just Peter helping you out and you’re just learning. But it was normal to want more every now and then… right?

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The convention was just a few days away and you had trouble finding something to wear. These events were usually black tie events, but did that mean the presenting teams as well? Wouldn't that be uncomfortable?

One of the guys on your team, Richie, sat with you during lunch and talked about how he was probably going to wear the same suit as always. Not because he couldn't afford a new suit, but he was just a simple person and he only wears it once a year for the conventions and that’s all, so it’s still in mint condition.

The girls on your team and some from others were going dress shopping the day before and invited you to join. You were excited mainly because now you don't have to bother MJ for it.

Speaking of MJ, you were going to ask her to come with you. Pepper sent out the electronic invitations to everyone in the company and authorized plus ones to even interns. She’s never been to one – for reasons you were still confused about – but you wanted your best friend to be there for you. And if not MJ, then you bet Ned would still come with you. Wait, what if he’s going with Peter?

On cue, Peter had sat in the chair next to yours in the small break room, “Hey, Y/N.”

“Oh, hey Pete. You excited for Saturday?” Peter quietly stirred his coffee and gave you a small smile, “Uh, yeah. I’m nervous, but I’ve worked really hard on this. And everyone, too. Including you.”

You slightly blushed. I didn't do all that much you thought. You two just sat there taking small sips from the hot, bitter beverage.

“So… I wanted to ask you something,” Peter started.

“Mhm?” The coffee nearly slipped past your lips. You quickly grabbed a napkin to lightly dab some of it off of your lips.

“Well, as you know, we can bring anyone with us to the convention,” he trailed off.

“Yes?” Is he going to…

“And I wanted to know if you were bringing MJ with you.” Oh. You nodded your head and thought you hid your disappointment well but without knowing, Peter actually caught it for a split second. “Good. You can come with me,” he smiled and stood up.

You were in awe; without effort, Peter just asked you to be his date for Saturday.

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“Dude, how are you not ready yet? He’s gonna be here any minute,” MJ sat at her computer per usual working. Your music was too loud for her taste playing from your shared bathroom. Peter said he would pick you up at 7, and it was currently 6:50.

You had put on and removed your make-up at least five times. Something was always wrong; one of the wings would either be thicker than the other, the blush would be the wrong shade, or the lipliner kept going out of place. But, alas, you finally nailed it.

Your hair was styled half up with elegant curls and braids. In between some braids were little bits of baby’s breath flowers. Most likely, you were going to have a hard time taking those out but they looked cute and it was too late to take them out.

Your dress was right above your knee and flowed comfortably so you wouldn't have a hard time walking. It was a neutral taupe color and had a V-line that ended just above cleavage and hugged the curve of your waist. You paired it with simple black heels and a small, white handbag.

“He’s here,” MJ informed you.

“Okay,” you took a deep breath, “what do you think?” You spun around and held your arms out. “You look really pretty. Now go get ‘em. I’ll watch it on the live stream.” She gave you a lazy thumbs up and resumed her work.

Outside was Peter in an all-black apparel. His dress shirt had only one button undone, and he had a loose blazer that accentuated the dip of his shoulders. He stood against the limo with his hands at his sides. God, he’s gonna be the death of me.

When he caught sight of you, he had a flirtatious smirk on his lips and held out for your hand. “Peter, where’d this limo come from?”

“Mr. Stark set it up for me,” he stated like it was no big deal. Must be nice being his favorite. He held the door for you to climb in and closed the door behind him. “We’re ready, Happy,” he told the driver. Happy rolled his eyes, closed the window and drove off.

The convention was off to a great start; Tony Stark came in with his suit as he always loved to do and started introductions before everyone else scattered around to look at the projects of the many departments in his company. Some groups of certain departments had large stages, some had small stands, like Peter’s.

There were still large crowds coming to see the smaller presentations, and everyone seemed to be fascinated with Peter's. You stood on the side as his team operated the machine and Peter spoke. He looked confident and it was mesmerizing to watch him.

After the night was over, all employee’s and some guests were brought back to headquarters for the after party. You walked around with Peter and had flutters in your heart every time he held the small of your back. The most exciting part of the night was meeting Tony Stark in person. He greeted Peter warmly, and then his eyes landed on you, “Peter, who’s this?”

“Oh, this is Y/N. She’s a friend of mine,” he gestured for you. You shook Tony’s hand and stood starstruck. “The one you don’t shut up about?” Pepper hit his shoulder and laughed nervously.

“Wait, I’ve heard about you. Buddy of mine works at Empire State and he showed me your paper, it was really good.” You were still shocked that he had even read it and here he was talking to you about it. You went back and forth talking about nano-technology.

On the way home, you and Peter talked and laughed about things you told him as you caught him up to what was happening on campus when he couldn't be there. It was a really fun night, and Peter was more noticeably relaxed now that the hard part was over. “Alright, home sweet home,” Happy announced through the window.

“Well, that’s me,” you smiled sadly, not wanting the night to end. You reached to open the door but Peter climbed out from his side. He walked around to open your door and just like he did earlier, held his hand out for you to grab and assist you out the limo. What was different this time was that he kept his hand in yours as he walked you to the door of the apartments. “I had a great time with you tonight,” Peter confessed.

“Me too,” your voice was soft and low for only him to hear. Peter’s eyes switched from looking into yours to your lips before he grabbed your face with both hands and kissed you. The kiss was needy, passionate, but had a certain gentleness to it. Once he felt you kiss him back with the same fervor, he deepened the kiss and brought one hand to pull your waist closer to him.

You pulled apart to regain your breath and looked to admire his swollen lips and he copied the same notion. He leaned in to give you a gentle kiss and pulled away, “Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Peter.” Your cheeks were flushed and your face was warm. You watched him as he left and ran inside. Upstairs in your apartment, you found MJ and Ned sitting on the couch with a bag of chips in each of their hands.

“Good night?” Ned asked. You just nodded and walked slowly to your room.

“We saw the whole thing, by the way,” MJ said nonchalantly. You looked back to glare at your best friends, Ned smiling innocently at you and MJ keeping her straight face.

You changed into your pajamas and laid on your bed on your back, looking up at the ceiling. You couldn't wait to go back to work on Monday.

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procrastinatingsapphictrash · 3 years

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Flirting with the intern (1)

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Word count: 1263

Genre: idk, probably a mix of angst of fluff

Pairing: Natasha x fem!reader

Warnings: None (let me know if I need to add any)

Summary: You’re Tony’s new intern and Natasha seems to take an interest in you when you’re bartending at a party.

A/n: Hi so this wasn't a request but a lot of you seemed to like this blurb I wrote and I was bored and had writer's block so I came up with this series, hopefully you like it! I will try to update fairly often but no promises (I also have no idea where I’m going with this so feel free to give me ideas). Also if you aren’t on my regular taglist but would like to be tagged in this series, or you are on my regular taglist but wouldn’t like to be tagged in this series let me know, I will not be offended. Anyways I hope you enjoy!

She gets bored of the conversation, eyes wandering around the huge room until she spots you serving drinks to some of the older gentlemen over by the bar. You’re pretty and she admires the dress you’re wearing, noticing with disdain that the men at the bar are doing the same, not at all subtle in the way they leer. You look uncomfortable but handle the situation gracefully, handing over their drinks before walking away, rolling your eyes.

She doesn’t recognize you which is odd. She makes a point to be able to match everybody’s face to their name, a habit formed by years of not trusting others, and there’s no way she missed anyone, much less a cute girl.

“Who’s that?” she asks Steve suddenly, only noticing after she speaks that she interrupted his conversation with Bruce. Oh well, she muses, it’s not like talking about the differences of desserts now and when Steve was born is a particularly important topic over conversation.

Steve doesn’t frown but his forehead wrinkles a little. “I don’t know. You should ask Tony, he probably knows.” Steve pauses, thinking a second. “Or he has absolutely no clue. Either way you should ask him.”

Natasha nods and looks around the room to find Tony. Luckily he seems sober and is pretty close by, talking to Pepper and Rhodney.

“Hey,” she greets as she walks up.

“Hi red,” Tony responds and Natasha gives him a slight glare at the unwanted nickname, being slightly more lenient than usual because she needs something from him.

“Who is the girl working at the bar?” she asks, getting straight to the point.

Tony waggles his eyebrows. “Why? Do you think she’s cute?”

“No,” Natasha half lies (she does but that’s not the only reason she’s asking), “I like to know the names of everybody so if something goes wrong I know exactly who did it. She is obviously an employee of yours but I’ve never seen her before so I would like to know who she is.”

“Spies,” Tony mutters under his breath before speaking louder. “Her name is Y/n and she’s my new intern.”

“What happened to Sarah?” Natasha asks. Sarah wasn’t extraordinary in any sense but she worked hard and Natasha could admire that.

“Couldn’t handle the pressure and started crying in the labs a few days ago saying it was too hard and she wanted to quit, so I told her she no longer had an internship.” Tony explains.

“Which is why you are going to be more understanding and less hard on Y/n.” Pepper interjects, giving Tony a look. “This is your fourth intern in three months. It doesn’t look good for the press if none of your interns like the program or pass it.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Tony waves his hand around. Natasha has no doubt that if he is unsatisfied with your work he’ll take away your internship as well, without considering Pepper’s words.

“Well thank you for your help Tony, I’m going to go talk to her and see what I can find out now,” she tells him, starting to walk away.

“Spies,” Tony mutters again, shaking his head fondly as he watches her go.

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“I’ll take a shot of vodka, neat,” a sultry voice says and you spin around to find yourself face to face with the feared assassin and possibly most beautiful woman to ever exist, Natasha Romanoff.

“I-um, er-” She lifts an eyebrow delicately and you fall silent.

“You do know how to do that right?” she asks sarcastically.

“Of course,” you tell her, more confident after taking a breath. You busy yourself with making the drink which doesn’t take long at all.

“Here you go, um-” you flounder, unsure of what to address her as.

“Agent Romanoff,” she says, sticking out her hand for you to shake.

You lean over the counter and shake it. “Y/n.”

She hums thoughtfully. The view as you leaned over the counter was not bad and she wonders if you were showing off on purpose before brushing that idea out of your head. You seemed nervous early and your body language didn’t suggest anything flirty. Still, she couldn’t help but try her luck.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful girl like you,” she says and you feel heat rise in your cheeks and turn your head away so she can’t see your reaction. It’s useless of course and barely hides you at all but she finds it adorable that you tried and also adorable how flustered you get at one generic pick up line.

“Um, thank you,” you tell her, trying not to stutter. She bites back a smile. Just when she thought you couldn't get any more adorable you do, all cute and shy.

She winks. “Just the truth sweetheart.”

You nearly choke on your own spit when you hear her words. If you didn’t know any better you’d think she was flirting with you. But that is impossible because she is so much better than you that the thought alone is completely ridiculous.

“So how are you finding Stark industries so far?” she asks, switching the subject. As much fun as it’s been flirting with you she can tell she needs to tone it down a little if she doesn’t want you to combust.

You blink a few times at the sudden change before speaking. “It’s been quite an experience so far even though I’ve only been here a few days. Tony is definitely as brilliant and eccentric as everyone says and I think I’ve learned a lot and I’m excited to learn more.”

She laughs, a sound that makes you want to hear more. “Tony definitely is eccentric, but as long as you go along with it he’ll love you. And if you get on Pepper’s good side Tony will be scared to fire you.”

“Thanks for the tips,” you say surprised, “Pepper is definitely scarier than Tony.”

“Oh for sure,” Natasha- Agent Romanoff agrees, “but don’t let him hear you say that.”

“Don’t let who let you say what?” Tony asks, standing beside Natasha and throwing his arm around her. She immediately steps away, brushing him off.

“I was just warning your intern about how utterly stupid you can be sometimes,” she tells him, “I want to prepare her properly so she doesn’t leave or get fired like the others.”

She walks off and you watch her go, not noticing how entranced you are until Tony clears his throat.

“So Natasha huh?” he asks and you look at him wide eyed.

“I’m sorry Mister Stark, I don’t know what you mean.” you play dumb.

He shakes his head. “You’re not the first and you definitely won’t be the last, I can’t say I don’t blame you.”

“Mister Stark?”

He sighs. “Just be careful around her kid, I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”

You nod as he leaves the bar as well. The rest of the night you think about the weird exchanges you had with both Tony and Natasha. Everything you had heard about the Black Widow was that she was cold and unfriendly but she seemed pretty nice to you, especially with the weird almost flirting thing she was doing. You know it wasn’t real, you watch as she makes the rounds of the room and has everyone practically falling over her feet, but it felt real and when she smiles in your direction from across the room and makes eye contact you know that you are way too close from catching feelings, which is always a bad idea.

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awkward-froogy · 3 years

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Forgotten [Otto Octavius x reader]

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Summary: The party really doesn’t go as planed.

A/N: Ok, I’m kind of scared for how this one turned out. If you like Norman as the sweet guy don’t read this, he gets a little persistent. But more soft Otto content sooooo...

TW: There is SA so please be careful when reading this part.

Walking the 'red carpet' was defiantly an experience, everyone yelling at you to look their way with large flashes of light, asking many questions, like who you are, what the internship is like, and more personal ones. "Y/N are you and Doctor Octavius a couple?", you never responded to those questions hoping Otto didn't hear them. The question made you rather flustered. You finally discuss with one reporter, "Doctor Octavius and I are not a pair, just good friends. Sorry to break it to you, but no drama here."

Otto overhears this conversation, hoping that you didn't just send him into the friend zone, where he normally is put. The two of you finally reach the entrance to what seems to be a huge ballroom. Who knew that Norman could actually throw a decent party. Most of the people there were talking in little huddles around tables, holding glasses of liqueur to calm their nerves. You look at Otto, "Want to get a drink?", Otto looks over the crowd of people, "Maybe later, I'm going to go talk to some colleges, meet up later?" Otto what are you doing, you're passing up this opportunity with Y/N to talk to colleges, really? You just look at him with a little sadness wiped over your face, "Oh, yes that's perfectly fine, see you later." You slowly part ways, walking towards the bar counter, him moving towards the crowd. "Gold mine please," you ask the bartender. Receiving the drink shortly after, you feel a tap on your shoulder. Turning around you see a tall figure come into frame, they reach their hand out, "Hello, I was just wondering what a starlight person like yourself is doing here all alone?", You look up their eyes fully engulfed in yours, giving you the full attention. "Well, it seems my date has gone out into the crowd." you respond, "Hmm, would you like to dance then?" You look over at the crowd, trying to find a glimpse of Otto, but he is nowhere to be found. "Sure, why not." They over you their hand while slightly bowing, leading you to the dance floor you realize not a lot of people are dancing quite yet. They spin you around enough for you to catch your balance upon their chest, and the two of you start slow dancing. You depict that this new person is relatively close to your age but you have never seen them before at Oscorp, maybe they were another intern? With your hands over their chest and arm, you could shape out their physique. Quite fascinating, the feeling of muscle but not enough to be a gym rat, and a little plump in the midsection, which you have always adored in a partner. You sway back in forth for the remainder of the next couple of songs.

Otto looks around by the bar in hopes of finding you. Asking the bartender for a simple scotch drink he turns around to lean on the counter, finally laying eyes on you. Otto lights up until he sees who you dancing with. His gut starts to turn, out of rage, jealousy maybe, he doesn't know. Seeing this person swaying with you, looking like a perfect match in each other's eyes. He can't help but feel forgotten, as always. "Bartender, on second thought, give me the bottle." Otto decides to leave the party early, bottle in hand. He doesn't go home, he'd have to wait too long to drink if he did that. He goes up to his lab. Once there, he throws his coat and vest on the ground, going to the couch in the corner of the room for a seat down to drink his remainder of the night away.

Your dance with this mysterious person finally comes to an end, they place their hand on your cheek and slowly lift your face to theirs. Before anything gets too far you state, "I have to go to the restroom, please excuse me?" You slowly walk away, until they grab your hand and pull you back in for a gentle kiss on the cheek, and let go. As you walk toward the bathroom your hand slowly raises to the mark of the kiss.

As you turn the corner you are quickly pinned against the wall. It is Norman. "Well, Hello darling," he says with a sinister smile. You can tell this isn't your Norman anymore, he's different, less gentle, more demanding. "Why do you think you can embarrass me like this, showing up to my own party with my friend, your mentor? Then, dancing with that... that hooligan!" You look into his eyes out of full horror, his hand is on your throat slightly squeezing it. "Don't be scared," He moves his hands into your hair, pulling your head slightly back, "Norman I..." he quickly silently shouts, "Normans on sabbatical honey." Confusion overflows you, what is he talking about, Norman is standing right there. He starts to run his hands over you, he starts to force himself on you pinning you on the wall. He sloppily kisses your lips, not in a passionate way, but in a demanding, possessing way. You quickly shove him off you, Norman stumbles back losing his balance. "Norman what the hell is wrong with you. Stop it. Your insane." "INSANE. Your just lucky I haven't taken you right here, right now." His eyes gleamed in a green glow. You quickly step back and slide out of the situation as fast as you could, running away past the people, past your dance partner, to the elevator. You unconsciously press Otto's floor, hoping you could hide in the lab until the party was over.

Slowly make your way into the laboratory, dragging your feet across the floor. Walking into the lab you lay eyes on Otto. He's sitting at the counter looking over his work, he slowly looks up seeing the state you're in, he abruptly stands up, rushing over to your aid. "Y/N what's wrong?" Your eyes start to glaze, "I...I told him to stop, he.. he." Otto slowly shushes you, telling you that you don't have to explain yourself to him. He slowly grabs you into his arms, making sure it is ok. You lay your arms upon his chest letting the tears run down your cheeks, dampening his shirt. Being in his warmth is care enough, he overs to take you home, you agree. You get out of the building through back entrances and such to keep out of the eyes of the crowd. Sitting in the cab, you cuddle up toward Otto, laying upon his chest. "Y/N, what's the address?" Otto looks down to see you calmly sleeping, he doesn't want to wake you up, you've been through enough tonight. He can't recall your address, and cant make his way down to his coats pocket to check. He decides to take you back to his place. Arriving, he slowly picks you up to take you inside. Once in the apartment, he makes his way to the bedroom and sets you down on the bed gently. Going back into the living room to grab a blanket to drape over you. He starts to leave the bedroom once more, you reach out from under the blanket to grab his arm, "Otto, stay please?", "Y/N I..", "Please Otto." Otto nods, he goes to the other side of the bed staying above the covers. Otto tries to stay on his side of the bed as best as he could, it's hard after all he is a large guy. As he tries to keep his distance, you have the complete opposite idea and start to slowly move closer and closer to him. Barely touching him at first until you were fully at his side, you can feel him twitch at each inch you got closer to him. Otto's heart starts to race, what do they think they're doing, he thinks. Feeling his warmth only hoping he was under the covers with you, you want his arms to wrap fully around you. Squeezing the air out of your chest, to never let go of each other. The warmth of his core connecting to your own, telling you everything will be ok because he's there to protect you, always. You want to feel his heartbeat against your back, showing how scared he is of the situation but excited as well. A sudden shock falls upon you, your falling in love with Otto Octavius, a small smirk covers your face. Suddenly a memory of Norman squeezing your arms to pull you closer to him flashes across your consciousness. You jolt forward, losing connection with Otto, "Are you, ok dear, I didn't mean to..." Otto is convinced this is all his fault, he starts to fluster. This always happens to him, he always seems to mess everything up, Otto tells himself. Otto starts to get up until you turn over, face to face with Otto, putting your hand on top of his chest, rubbing it back and forth to show comfort that he did nothing wrong, "Otto, hold me?" opening the covers for Otto to come under them, you get closer to Otto's core again, now fully indulged in it. You move your hands over his midriff, feeling over every curve of his body. It's soft but strong at the same time, Otto tenses to the new tension over his midsection, he quickly looks down at you. You continue to tightly squeeze your arms around him, lifting one leg up to his waist. It takes Otto a longer time to relax, you help guide his arms around you, over your back. Otto rests his head on yours, he picks up the scent of your shampoo, it's perfect. He starts to make small comfort circles on your lower back. In this position, the two of you slowly drift off into sleep.

#otto octavius x reader #otto octavius #fanfic #hurt #slowburn #spiderman #norman osborn

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angelguk · 3 years

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if youre still thinking angst for jock jk: much like real life jungkook, jock jk i feel like wants to be good — at everything. and he really is great at everything! so when he isnt great, he takes it very personally and i wouldnt be surprised if this spills into his relationship. wanting to do things “perfectly” in their relationship but forgetting that jock jk! oc should be involved in the decision making of what is “perfect”

alternatively: olivia rodrigo deja vu but jungkook is olivia thinking about oc and namjoon

this is very much a valid angst prompt ur brain is amazing anon im giving u a kiss rn......... ummm lemme write sumn small for dis :3

featuring: oc being oblivious, jeongguk just wanting to be the best boypwen, namjoon being observant and unspoken insecurities

Jeongguk doesn't usually shrink into himself like this. He abhors it, knows it's not him at all. And yet, he can't help his behaviour, knee bouncing harshly against the bricked pavements as he waits for you to leave your chemistry lab. There's a dainty silver bracelet sitting in his pocket, his head resting in hands as the autumn sun beats down on his back. You don't know it yet but he's got a pretty date planned: a late lunch at your favourite restaurant, an evening walk in the park at the centre of town, maybe some arcade games or a movie if you feel like it, and then a drive down to the hillside where you can watch the sun slip beyond the horizon and Jeongguk can gift you the bracelet and the cute bunny teddy he picked out last night.

It's not for any reason in particular, Jeongguk just wants you to know how much he cares (loves) you. Adoration is what drives his actions, his head springing up when the doors finally swing open and your fellow students spill forth into the afternoon breeze.

You're always one of the last people to leave because you liked buttering up your professors with casual conversations and sweet compliments, so Jeongguk isn't too bothered when everyone disperses and you're still not visible. It's not like you knew he was here away – he did tell you he was stuck in practise all afternoon.

When you do appear, the tiny welcoming smile that was sitting on his lips plummets to the floor.

You're gazing up at a familiar face, eyes sparkling as the sun hits them, your features bright and eager. His eyes eventually shift to the person ambling beside you, taking his towering stature and confident stride, a sickening feeling spreading through his system when he recognises who it is.

Kim Namjoon.

Of all sights to see, Jeongguk would rather have his eyes plucked out by birds that see you around Namjoon again. Especially after what he said to him.

You're giggling, completely unaware of the violent twisting of Jeongguk's heart in his ribs and the words he'd planned to say dissolving on his tongue. You don't even notice him at first, Namjoon's eyes are the ones that stray away, idling over the campus scenery until the settle on Jeongguk.

He wants to smash something, fingernails digging into his palm as his fist curls. Namjoon just grins, waving him down like they're old friends. "Jeongguk!"

You follow then, surprise bleeding over your pretty face. Jeongguk doesn't know why it hurts.

"Gukkie?" A question. He notes how you lean into Namjoon as you draw close, like he's your boyfriend.

"Hey." It's said so quietly that Jeongguk considers smacking himself in the face. A tight cough follows the meek word, clearing his throat from the heaviness that plagues it. "How was class?"

"Good," you return, still confused. "I thought you had practise?"

"Coach let us out early," he lies, smiling hard so you don't see through it.You make a non-committal noise, vaguely appeasing the turmoil in his head. "Namjoon," he adds, finally acknowledging the asshole. "Didn't expect to see you here."

"Ah," he sighs, a sheepish grin spreading across his lips. "I got an internship here; Professor Song was kind enough to give me an assistant position. I'm considering applying for master's here too."

"Oh," he doesn't even try to mask his irritation. "That's nice."

But you don't hear it, nodding like an enamoured puppy. "Right? It'll be nice having you around again!"

"It feels good to be here," Namjoon returns. "Don't know why I didn’t apply to this university, to be honest."

Jeongguk knows. It was because this was your dream university and Namjoon didn't want to do his undergraduate with you trailing around like a lingering stench, especially right after your break-up. But now, apparently, he's totally fine with it.

"Hmm, yeah. It's a great university," Jeongguk states, disinterested. He turns to you with a tired smile. "I actually came to pick you up for lunch, you haven't eaten yet have you?"

"I actually did before class," you say, lips forming an apologetic pout. "Can we reschedule for dinner? I wanna show Namjoon around first."

Oh. The weight of his heart sinks him into the ground, earth eagerly swallowing him up as his head splits. So Namjoon gets first priority. Kim Namjoon, over him. Over your boyfriend.

"Yeah, yeah," Jeongguk shrugs. "That's fine. We can reschedule. Text me when you're done, okay?"

He doesn't miss the way Namjoon's gaze lingers on him as he turns away, waving you a quick goodbye. You didn't even give him a hug, stationed beside Namjoon like you watched to attach his limbs to yours. It's unsettling, how swift you loyalty glides away from Jeongguk. He hates how annoyed it makes him because he knows you don't do it purposely. But still, shouldn't he come first?

It's that thought that sends him spiralling, sitting alone in the heat of his car as the bracelet in his pocket grows heavy. Where you like this with Namjoon? Did you put him first? He thinks you did – you cancelled on him so many times in the course of that relationship. Did Namjoon take you to similar places? Did the two of you have moments you never shared with him? That one hurts the most, because even to this day Jeongguk has never shared the titbit of information Namjoon granted him. What did Namjoon give you that you never see in Jeongguk? Even with the title of 'together' hanging over your heads he doesn't feel secure enough – good enough for you. It's what leaves him on edge, overthinking each moment and word and touch shared between the two of you. Because it took you both so long to get here, what did you see in those other guys that you never saw in Jeongguk at first? He longs to be only one you remember, wipe away any lasting memory of any of the others, until it was only him.

But that feels impossible, further sparked in moments like this when you pick them over him. He'll always be the second option, the sideline safety. But never the first choice.

#ask #anon #listened to deja vu while writing dis #nawt edited #jungkok angst #jungkook x reader #au: jock!jaykay

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erwinsvow · 3 years

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𝐚𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨

note: part two to the college headcanons! part one can be found here! i had a lot of fun writing these and i hope everyone enjoys them :) teacher/student dynamic warning for zeke and hange's, and i guess bullying for annie's :/

𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐝

the very definition of kind-hearted frat boy who doesn’t fit the stereotype he’s been assigned at all

starts off with accounting before realizing he hates math, moves into business management and marketing

the linkedin profile is absolutely popping, 500+ connections and details about every club and organization he’s ever been a part of

the friend that helps everyone find internships and fixes their resumes while offering helpful advice and not being condescending… anyways so that’s how you meet porco

he works at the career center 100% and does various coaching/prep help, and you, pieck’s friend, are in desperate need of an internship

so you’re complaining to your friend as usual, when she tells you to stop by the building and ask for a “pock”

so you do just that, walking in and asking for “pock” and porco is a little stunned by this pretty stranger calling him by a nickname reserved for his close friends, and even then he just barely tolerates it

but he doesn’t want to correct you, especially since you’re being so sweet and he can tell you need some help

so a meeting at the career center slowly turns into facetime calls to review applications and last-minute edits, stopping by your dorm to help you fill out paperwork and walking together to mail it out

i have a feeling porco doesn’t wanna be too forward, and he thinks he’s being very aloof and casual, when he really just seems oblivious

and you cannot tell for the life of you if he likes you or he’s just being friendly since you’re close with pieck

finally after you land the internship and won't have your normal excuse to spend time with him, you get the guts you've been searching for

you tell him about the position later in the day, stopping by the center for hopefully the last time

"by the way, my number's on my resume if you're ever gonna ask me out."

leaves pocky-boy flustered and red and scrambling to ask you out, and you have been happily dating since

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

oh boy

conny is a very typical college kid in the sense that he will sleep through every 8 am class he has, blow off class to go wait in line for the nacho bar, and has adopted the mantra ‘c’s get degrees’

but he is an extremely lovable education major with a focus in history

rarely seen without his shadow sasha, but now that she started dating niccolo, she thinks that conny could use a relationship too, and that it might do him some good to be with a funny, down-to-earth person

thus begins the most grueling two weeks for every girl on campus, as sasha hunts down girls that she thinks would be a good match for her best friend

this includes airdropping a photo of conny to the lecture hall with the caption “would you date this man? serious inquiries only”

creates a fake tinder complete with a google form to narrow down the options

however, none of this is necessary because sasha bumps into you in the smoothie line and causes your triple berry blend to go flying

she helps you clean up and idle conversation leads to you talking about dates and so forth

“well, i’d love to set you up with my best friend? how do you feel about a blind date?”

yes, conny met you, the love of his life, on a blind date set up by sasha with a stranger

it’s one of those funny stories that people don’t believe when you tell them, because how ridiculous is that, but you both think it’s perfect since you get along so well and it made all the waiting worth it

bonus: double dates with sasha and niccolo! fondue night at their apartment, going to the arcade and having to lug up sasha and her food baby while niccolo parks the car, just overall a grand time :)

𝐳𝐞𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫

zeke yeager, ph.d. started his new job at university with one rule in mind: absolutely no illicit affairs

he also coaches the club baseball team, because why not get involved on your campus

he really believes that he’s gonna stick with it too, despite the overwhelming number of students who come to his office hours with questions that his less handsome teaching assistants could answer

but no, he doesn’t want to earn a reputation as that professor, and so he heads into the new semester with absolutely no lingering thoughts of an exciting little dalliance to get him through the monotonous days

he knows his huge lecture classes would always come with a few pretty students, but it’s the smaller, upper-level psych class he’s teaching when he meets you for the first time

zeke has you all figured out, or so he thinks. sitting in the front row, raising your hand for questions he wasn’t expecting anyone to actually have an answer to, neatly handwritten notes in a color-coded notebook. he wouldn’t peg you for the type to jump and take the risk by starting a relationship with a professor.

but he soon realizes that he didn’t have you as figured out as he thought he did.

you avoid the gaggle of freshmen during office hours by scheduling meetings instead, sometimes right before class, coming to him with two cups of coffee and a wide smile that actually had him fooled into thinking you were here for academic reasons

this facade quickly fades though, because after a semester of interactions with you and getting more and more comfortable with each other, to the point where coffee orders are memorized and it’s zeke rather than professor yeager, you’ve had just about enough

he knows he’s fucked when you come visit him at practice for the baseball team, bringing him a drink and engaging in conversation while the players watch their coach flirt with you

he’s especially fucked when he realizes he’s looking forward to practice just because there’s a chance you’ll stop by on your way to your next class

you submit your final paper early, nearly a week before it’s due and of course the first in the class to do so, and waltz into his office the next day with another steaming cup of his favorite drink

“you submitted your paper pretty early, you know.”

“i know. i also know that it means i’m not your student anymore, so if you were going to make a move, now’s the time.”

no, he definitely had underestimated how much he knew about you.

𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐚 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧

mikasa is a forensic sciences major and is still debating on the minor- she’s torn between criminal justice or history like armin.

she loves her major classes, but she just wants something else interesting to look forward to as well, so armin suggests sitting in on a couple classes early in the semester and getting a taste for it.

so you don’t really think twice when she claims the empty seat next to you on the first day of classes, smiling politely and paying attention to the professor. you do notice, however, that she’s not writing anything down or looking at the syllabus, leading you to strike a conversation on why that is.

she explains herself and then before you even know it, the lecture ends and you spent the last forty minutes talking to mikasa about anything and everything.

she’s sitting in on another class tomorrow, and absent mindedly invites you to come along, to which you agree all too quickly, because why wouldn’t you

numbers are exchanged, times are fixed, and mikasa leaves wondering why she’s so excited at the idea of sitting with you in class again.

you two hate the history class she had chosen, with the professor droning on and on and you being focused entirely on the conversation you’re having with mikasa

until the professor kicks the two of you out for not shutting up, that is

you’re both laughing hysterically once you reach the hallway

“i’m gonna have to discourage you from doing that history minor if that’s what all the classes are like.”

“well, i have to do criminal justice so we can have that class together, anyways.”

𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭

true to form, annie goes into one of the most difficult majors: cheg. definitely flies through intro courses with straight As and minimal effort, but that’s also mostly because all she and bertholdt do is study

reiner tries his hardest to get her to go to a party every once in a while, but usually to no avail because she always has an exam to study for

you’re a tutor, and honestly, you’d say you were pretty good at your job. you can answer questions and explain reasonings fairly well to confused students. but when annie comes to your office hours with some complicated problems and she’s asking for explanations that you just don’t have, you literally feel your face burn with heat for the entirety of the time she’s there

long story short, your first encounter is embarrassing, to say the least. you’re stumbling over words as you try to look through your old notes and piece together an answer for annie, who you cannot even look in the eyes.

anyways, she leaves eventually and you want a hole to open in the ground and swallow you up, but at least she won’t be back next week, right?

wrong.

miss leonhart doesn’t know how to express her feelings any better than you, so her way of flirting is spending time with you in the tutor center as you fail to answer her questions time and time again

you want to scream at her to stop coming because she and you both know you’re not helping either of you with this

but also you really don’t want her to stop coming because you don’t have any other ways to see her outside of class

both of you reach your wit’s end on the same day, her coming to you with the absolute easiest problems she could find in the textbook, and you with every intention of asking her out to dinner

she opens her book, and you reach and close it quickly

“unless this is the only way you know how to flirt, something has to change now.”

𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐳𝐨𝐞

dr. zoë teaches, just, way too many classes

we’re talking multiple chemistry labs and upper-level research courses as well

you’re just a ph.d. student doing rotations as per usual, and you’ve heard the comments from students senior to you about dr. zoë, who makes every student in rotation say hange instead of the formal way you’re used to

you’ve heard everything from crazy to genius and everything in between

what you weren’t expecting was… so good looking, and young? and comforting? and talking about all the things that you didn’t have the guts to bring up with other people, like how you always feel a little left out in the field and that you think no one cares about your research interests that much—a lot of stuff that you find yourself pouring out to hange on your very first day in the lab

you’re wondering why it’s so easy to talk to them, and why none of the other rotations ever felt this comfortable

and then you realize you’re spilling your guts to someone who probably doesn’t even care, and has way more to deal with on their plate than a ph.d. student with imposter syndrome

so you’re apologizing right after you’ve finished, when you’re met with the warmest look and a reassuring hand on your shoulder

it’s so easy to fall after that, with weekly meetings and regular check-ins, and you know it’s wrong to have this strange crush on your superior, but hange really feels like the one person you can count on here

you hide the crush in favor of getting the mentorship you desperately think you need, but it’s not long until you’re onto the next rotation and the next lab’s work is even closer to the stuff you love

you hate the way you feel, that you’re not gonna have any reason to keep in touch and you never even got to explain how you feel about them—and that you didn’t even get to experience hange’s energy because she was always listening and helping you out

it’s not until you get a text the night before your first day in the new lab from hange, filled with reassuring words and asking for a coffee date later in the week to talk about how it goes, that you realize just how well hange understood you

𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

last but not least, miss pieck is double majoring in french and public health

absolutely obsessed with her majors and loves the subjects, but works herself to death to keep up with it all

you don’t even realize that the pretty, studious girl you’re seeing in the library all the time is the same girl you spot with some of your friends from class

pieck is as oblivious as they come. you invite her on study dates after you two are introduced by reiner, invite her to get coffee after a particularly late night of studying, pretty much start spending most of your days together

you can’t help but be disappointed that pieck doesn’t see you in that way, because you’ve slowly been falling head over heels, but you accept that maybe it just wasn’t meant to be, and you still love the friendship you two have

it takes a while for things to click for pieck, but they do right as the semester eases up

once exams are over, you two decide to go to these famous parties porco and reiner never stop talking about

it’s not the usual scene you’re comfortable with, but what’s wrong with letting loose a little, especially after midterms? no harm in having fun, right?

wrong again! you definitely get plastered way too quickly, and eventually pieck takes you to a room to settle down

drunk confessions of love aren’t usually the way to go, but you can’t help but reveal everything you’ve been feeling for the last few months when pieck is taking care of you in your current state

you definitely wake up hungover and ignorant to last night’s shenanigans, but you’re in your dorm, with a bottle of water and ibuprofen on the nightstand, phone plugged in and shoes off

pieck comes back with breakfast, coffee and your favorite pastries, and checks up on you

“so.. about last night..”

“i’m so sorry, did i throw up on you?”

“no, but you did say you were in love with me. was that just a drunk thing, or is it a sober thing too? because i think i’m in love with you too.”

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