#I was so worried I wouldn’t able to relax properly on this spa weekend but here we are

[dewey-ing-it]

The spa people:

My ADHD ass:

Also me once I got in the sauna:

Me again when I had my very first massage:

[amysteriousmessenger]

Would you be willing to share your headcanons for the RFA with a partner who has a cane and chronic pain? I’d like to think they’d be helpful and understanding

I hope this is what you wanted anon, and I hope it brings you a little bit of comfort <3 I know where you’re coming from, I’m sorry if this feels to generalised! 

Yoosung Kim with a Partner who has Chronic Pain Headcanons

Yoosung is a kind and understanding person by nature. He knows a couple of people from chatting online with his guild members who also use walking aids or have chronic pain, so he has a little bit of prior knowledge before you talk to him about it.

He’s more than happy to stay home with you if you’re feeling particularly tired, most of his favourite activities are at home anyway! You can play LOLOL together, watch films and he can cook for you! 

He’ll always pick up any extra chores around the house if you’re in too much pain or struggling to do it that day, he doesn’t mind one bit. He’ll tell you to take it easy and wait for him to get back.

He’s not brilliant at it, but he’ll offer to give you shoulder and back rubs if you want one. He understands that there’s only so much that he can do but Yoosung will always give it his all. 

Zen/Hyun Ryu with a Partner who has Chronic Pain Headcanons 

Zen feels bad that he has such irregular hours depending on whether he got the part or not, but he’ll try his hardest to be there when you need him. He’ll come with you to your appointments, make sure he’s actually cooking healthy meals for the two of you (not just his diet of beer and cigarettes) and he’s all for bridal carrying you around the apartment should you want him to. 

For his shows, he would make sure you had priority seating where it wouldn’t be too difficult for you to get to, and you could sit with him in his dressing room before the performance so you didn’t have to wait outside in the general queue.

Zen is very much for spa getaways on the weekend, so you can guarantee you will be accompanying him. He knows it won’t fix anything, but he hopes that at least the relaxing massages, sauna, face masks and rubs would at least calm you down, or make you feel special.

If you’re feeling particularly bad about yourself that day, Zen would overcompensate for it with the amount of love he’s going to give you. Hundreds of gentle kisses across every part of your body, a bouquet of roses, a warm cup of tea (or a beer out the fridge), and a thousand confessions of his love.

Jaehee Kang with a Partner who has Chronic Pain Headcanons

Jaehee would ask Jumin if you can be put on her work healthcare plan as a spouse, and Jumin would approve the request personally since he was also rather fond of you as a friend. Besides, C&R offer their workers really good healthcare plans. She’d also do a lot of research on your conditions herself, because she wants to be prepared and know how to help you best.

Like Zen, Jaehee also feels guilty that so much of her time is taken up by her job, but that means she’ll be more conscious of ways to help you when she’s not around. This can be such as leaving spare coffee for you, or prepping the machine so it’s ready to go, making sure that everything you might need for that day is within reach, or double checking your medication is correct for that week. She knows it’s not her job to check your medication, but Jaehee would rather just double check that everything is correct for her own peace of mind. She worries.

She might not be able to attend all of your appointments with you, but she’s definitely there for the most important once: she just might have to see you off in a taxi afterwards and then return to work herself. 

Jumin Han with a Partner who has Chronic Pain Headcanons 

He’d immediately transfer to his private doctor, and employ a specialist on your condition. Truly, he will use his money to get you the best possible care. He knows not everything can be cured, but that doesn’t mean he won’t get you the best medication to cope. If anything, he’d even look into funding better medication purely for your sake, and then making it publicly available. Jumin spares absolutely no expense in getting you the best treatments and physical therapies.

 He worries about you going out and somehow falling and hurting yourself, so he would prefer if he was the one to chaperone you places so he can ensure that you’re safe. If it’s impossible for him to do it himself, he would insist on you taking one of the private cars and have Driver Kim escort you, since Jumin trusts him to treat you properly. 

 I can actually see Jumin struggling a lot with letting you have freedom but still wanting to keep you safe. You’re so precious to him, and he wants to make your life as easy as it can be, but he knows he needs to rein it in and give you space to be independent too. He worries.

Attends all of your appointments with you (if you want him to), no questions asked. Since you’d be seeing his doctor, the doctor would visit you at the penthouse anyway. 

Saeyoung Choi with a Partner who has Chronic Pain Headcanons

Seven will try his hardest to make you smile and laugh on the days when the pain is the worst, he can’t stand seeing you in agony and he can’t stand not being able to help even more. He’ll be extra goofy, making an absolute clown out of himself to distract you. 

He’ll finish his work early (or ignore it) in order to hold you and give you cuddles on the sofa or in bed whilst you watch a movie together. He’ll say he has a really good film to watch, INSIST it’s a masterpiece, and then plays Sausage Party. 

He also has a lot of money, so whilst he isn’t registered at a doctors, he’ll make sure you have money to afford registering at a top pharmacy. He’ll also do a lot of his own research into pain medication and treatments to make sure that the doctor is giving you the best. He’ll also hack the CCTV in the Doctors office (with your permission) to make sure you’re being treated properly. 

He’ll try his best to eat healthier and cook meals for the both of you when you’re too sore to do it, just because he eats junk food doesn’t mean that you can. 

[joyful-soul-collector]

Blanket Forts and Midnight Stories

By @joyful-soul-collector for @marvels-blue-phoenix

Rating: Teen and Up (for swearing)

Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, DUM-E

Summary:  This is my gift for the Friendly Neighborhood Exchange! I combined two of the prompts given to me: "The two are stuck inside on a rainy day so they make a blanket fort and watch movies, falling asleep inside of it", and "Peter has a nightmare so Tony reads to him to get him back to sleep".

Thank you @friendly-neighborhood-exchange for planning this event! The story is under the cut, or you can read it on ao3

Tony was reading on the couch when Peter nearly fell flat on his face as he hopped on one foot into the living room that morning, trying his hardest to pull on a sock.

“Mr. Stark--ack--Mr. Stark I’m so sorry I woke up late, my alarm didn’t go off--”

“Woah hey, Pete, calm down,” Tony said with a laugh, putting down his book and turning in his seat to face him. Peter had on a wrinkled pair of jeans that Tony was fairly certain were the same ones he'd worn yesterday, had somehow put his shirt on backwards as well as inside out, and was sporting such ridiculous bedhead that it reminded Tony of a mad scientist. This of course wasn’t helped by the fact that he was still struggling to put on one of his socks.

“I think the park should be open but--jesus, c’mon stupid sock--I dunno if we’ll have time to go on all the rides and still play games now--”

“Pete have you not looked out the window yet?” Tony interrupted with a frown.

“Huh?” Peter said. Tony felt his heart squeeze a little when Peter glanced out to see an abysmally grey sky, the city of New York seemingly warped by the constant torrent of rain upon the windows of Stark Tower. His entire body seemed to droop sadly at the sight, even his spiky bedhead looking much more miserable than before.

“Oh,” he said quietly, and Tony gave a sympathetic chuckle.

“Sorry bud. No Tornado of Death Ride today,” Tony said.

“Hurricane of Death Ride, Mr. Stark,” Peter muttered, flopping down on the couch next to Tony.

“Hurricane, Tornado, they’re both winds that go in a circle,” Tony said. “Besides, any ride with the phrase ‘of Death’ in it, automatically sounds super cheesy. I could come up with a better name for it, and that’s not even my job.”

Peter replied with a noncommittal “hmm”, and Tony looked up at him. Peter was frowning at his knees, slumped against the couch so that his chin rested on his chest and his arms laid limply on his legs. He seemed to be more upset about this than Tony had thought he would be.

“You know we can always go another time, right kid?” Tony said.

“Yeah, I know,” Peter said with a sigh.

“So what’s bothering you?” Tony prompted.

“I--I dunno, I was just really looking forward to this. I mean with all my homework piling up since the school year is ending I haven’t been able to come over here for weeks, and I just--” Peter cut himself off, instead gesturing angrily at the window. Tony put his arm around Peter’s shoulders as he gathered his thoughts.

“I just wanted to spend the weekend with you. I miss you a lot,” he said quietly, snuggling a little closer to Tony’s side.

“Aw Pete,” Tony said, rubbing his arm comfortingly and pulling Peter so his head laid against Tony’s shoulder. “I’ve missed you too. I’m sorry we can’t go to the park today.”

“Yeah,” Peter said.

“You’ve been really stressed about school lately, haven’t you?” Tony said, remembering how dark the circles were under Peter’s eyes when he arrived at the tower yesterday. Karen had said he was still doing his patrols after completing his homework (as his aunt had forbidden him from putting Spider-Man before his education), but his energy levels were more depleted than normal, resulting in him being almost constantly delirious with exhaustion.

“Yeah. It’s just really hard,” Peter said. “Especially this week. I did extra work every day that way I wouldn’t have to do it while I was here.”

“You did? Oh kid, you didn’t need to do that,” Tony said.

“I didn’t want to stress about it while we were at the park. And I was worried you or Aunt May wouldn’t let me come over if I still had homework to do and I didn’t wanna have to cancel another weekend with you,” Peter said, ducking his head slightly but still pressing his face against Tony’s shoulder.

“Oh gosh, Pete no, of course I would’ve let you come over. And I know for a fact your Aunt wouldn’t have cared either, she can tell school’s been taking a toll on you,” Tony said. “In fact she was the one who suggested I take you to the park. She wanted you to get a break.”

“Oh,” Peter said. “Well I guess I didn’t need to pull those all-nighters.”

“Did you just say all-nighters? Plural?”

“Ummmmm… yeah?” Peter said innocently, and Tony guessed he hadn’t meant to say that.

“Oh Peter,” Tony said, now wrapping both arms around him and pressing a kiss to his hair. “When was this? How long did you stay up kid?”

“Um… I woke up Wednesday morning, and I went to sleep again, uh… last night.” Peter said the last two words in barely above a whisper, and Tony felt him tense up next to him.

He didn’t say anything for a moment, only releasing a heavy sigh and turning so he could properly hug Peter, his arms wrapped tight around him while Peter’s head rested on his chest. Peter relaxed, returning the hug eagerly.

“Well. Now I’m almost glad we can’t go to the park today,” Tony said.

“Huh? Why?” Peter asked, his voice muffled slightly by Tony’s shirt.

“Because roller coasters aren’t the kind of break you need. What you need is a calm, restful break. Get your energy back,” Tony said. “I’m thinking breakfast first, and then we do something like play a boardgame, or watch a movie.”

“Blanket fort?” Peter said hopefully.

“Blanket fort, huh? That might just be the perfect thing for you today,” Tony said with a grin. He released Peter and they both stood up. “How bout you get changed back into pajamas while I make you and I some breakfast? Ya hungry?”

Peter gave a shrug, pushing his hands into his pockets and glancing sadly out the window again before he spoke.

“Not really. I haven’t had much of an appetite lately, been too stressed out,” he said. Tony gave him a sympathetic smile and ruffled his hair as he made his way towards the kitchen.

“Ya gotta eat, kiddo, that’s probably part of the reason you’ve felt so tired recently. That and of course staying awake for three days straight. I’ll make you somethin’ with lots of protein: Eggs, bacon, sausages, all the good stuff.” Tony glanced back long enough to see Peter’s eyes light up and his tongue poke out to lick his lips.

“Just as long as you don’t make me drink one of those weird protein shakes Aunt May has sometimes,” Peter said, wrinkling his nose at the thought.

“I won’t make you as long as you don’t come back out looking like an eighty-year-old blind monkey dressed you,” Tony said, gesturing to Peter’s clothes. Peter frowned defensively, but upon seeing his backwards and inside out shirt he burst into laughter. Tony grinned at him, feeling a soft warmth grow in his chest at the sound.

“You go get changed, Spiderling,” he said. “When you get back we’ll get you fed and then we’ll start on that blanket fort. Sound good?”

Peter grinned and nodded, then walked back to his room while Tony started breakfast.

~~~

Peter scarfed down his food eagerly when Tony set it on the table, finishing his plate before Tony was even halfway through his own.

“Jeez kid, did you chew any of that? I swear you’re like some kinda vacuum,” Tony said, his eyebrows raised. Peter laughed and leaned back in his chair.

“I just didn’t realize how hungry I was until you started talking about food!” he said. Tony snorted.

“Well if you want more there’s some bacon still in the pan,” he offered.

“Nah I’m full now. Thanks for making me breakfast, it was amazing,” Peter said as he cleared his plate.

“Heh, no problem kid, that’s what I’m here for,” Tony said. Peter put his dishes in the sink, but rather than coming back to the table, he started walking out towards the bedrooms.

“Now where the heck are you goin’?” Tony called to him, a frown forming on his face. Peter whirled around then jerked a thumb over his shoulder towards the bedrooms.

“Supplies! Can’t build a blanket fort without the blankets!” he said.

“Ah, yes, of course, how silly of me to assume that we’d wait until everyone was done with breakfast,” Tony said with a lighthearted roll of the eyes. “And by everyone I mean me. I’m everyone.”

“Well hurry up then, everyone! We’ve still got movies to watch, we haven’t got all day!” Peter said before darting into one of the rooms. Tony laughed and quickly finished his breakfast before heading towards the hallway.

But before he could step a foot into it, an impossible mass of blankets and pillows blocked his way, almost knocking him over.

“What the--Jesus, Peter do we really need this much!?” Tony said, stumbling backwards and out of the way. Tony could barely see Peter under the pile, and even then it was just his legs. “I didn’t even know we had so many blankets.”

“Me either! Isn’t it awesome!?” Peter said, his voice muffled heavily by the mountain of fabric. “This is gonna be the best blanket fort ever!”

Tony laughed and followed Peter (or rather, the walking blanket mound), back to the living room. Together they spent the next half hour or so dragging chairs into the living room, draping sheets and blankets so they laid just right, and arranging pillows to weigh down the blankets so the fort didn’t cave in.

There were still plenty of “supplies”, as Peter called them, when they’d finished the structure of the fort, so they both dragged what was left of the blanket mountain inside their shelter and spread the soft fabric over the entire floor. By the time they finished, Tony could compare it to sitting inside a colorful cloud.

They both laid against a pile of pillows they’d fashioned into some sort of lumpy backrest and gazed around. It was a rather large space, big enough for both Peter and Tony to stretch their legs fully in front of them. But as Tony adjusted to sit up straight, his head touched the ceiling and fabric obscured his view.

“Yeah, that’s always a problem with blanket forts,” Peter said as Tony quickly bent down again to avoid disturbing the delicate structure of the fort. “The ceiling always bows in the middle. I’ve heard of some people propping up a stick in the center but then we run the risk of it getting knocked over and taking the whole fort down with it.”

“You sure are an expert on blanket forts,” Tony said, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, me ‘n Uncle Ben used to make them together all the time. We’d watch youtube videos and try and make the coolest blanket fort we could find. It was the best,” Peter said with a bit of a sad smile. Tony returned the grin and ruffled his hair affectionately before kissing his head.

“Well I sure as hell am not gonna be able to stand the saggy ceiling situation,” he said. “So you’re lucky you’re building a fort with a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, because I have an idea that’s gonna blow your mind.”

“Oh really?” Peter said as they crawled out of the fort.

“Yes, really, and you can keep your skepticism to yourself young man, I’ll have you know I have also made a blanket fort before,” Tony said.

“Uh-huh. Says the dude who tried to use the thickest blanket for the roof,” Peter said with a roll of his eyes. “Everyone knows you use the thin blankets and sheets for the top and all the thick blankets are used for the inside, Mr. Stark.”

“Yeah yeah whatever. You go grab some snacks and set up the movie while I grab the mindblowing, cosmically amazing invention that’s going to solve all our problems,” Tony said, walking to the elevator and punching in the code for the lab.

“Alright, but since I’m the one getting the snacks, that means I get to have all the junk food I want!” Peter called over his shoulder as Tony stepped into the elevator.

“What? What messed up dimension did you pull that logic from?!” Tony said as Peter disappeared around the corner.

“Friday close the elevator doors!” Peter shouted from the kitchen.

“Wh--PETER--” But the doors closed before Tony could continue. He laughed to himself as the elevator made its way to the lab.

~~~

Peter’s face when he saw Tony leading DUM-E out of the elevator was priceless. He’d just poked his head out of the fort at the sound of the elevator dinging, and Tony relished in the surprise and excitement on his face.

“Told you I had a great idea,” Tony said with a smirk. Peter laughed and crawled fully out of the fort.

“I’ll never doubt you again Mr. Stark,” he said.

“Better not--Oi! Quit messin’ with that DUM-E, I’ve got a job for you,” Tony said, clapping to get the robot’s attention away from Tony’s book still lying on the couch. DUM-E turned around and whirred curiously. “Right, yes you, dork, I need you to pinch the fabric of the blankets right here--” Tony reached over and pointed to an area in the center of the roof of the fort “--and pull up slowly. You got that? Slowly, don't yank at it. And then, when I tell you, stop.”

DUM-E whirred and made a nodding motion with his claw. He hovered over the area that Tony had indicated before pinching the fabric in his claw and slowly pulling up. He froze immediately when Tony told him to, and after a few adjustments, the fort was finally complete.

“Good boy. Nice job DUM-E,” Tony said. DUM-E beeped happily at the praise, still staying perfectly still.

“Will he get tired doing that the whole time?” Peter asked, looking a little concerned.

“He’s a robot Peter, unlike you, he can stay up for three days straight no problem,” Tony said. Peter snorted.

“Fair enough,” he said. Then he crawled under the fort, and Tony followed after giving DUM-E a pat on his long mechanical arm.

The ceiling problem was definitely fixed, Tony could now sit up straight and see the TV with no difficulty, however that victory was slightly overshadowed by what else he saw inside.

It seems Peter hadn’t taken some snacks, instead going for all of them. Several bags of chips, at least three containers of cookies, and somewhere around five boxes of pop tarts were scattered about the fort. Peter was munching on a bag of Cheetos, his fingers already orange with the cheese dust.

“Jesus kid, are you stocking up for winter or something?” Tony said, still staring wide-eyed at all the food.

“I’m a growing boy Mr. Stark! Besides, you were the one who said I had to eat more,” Peter said, pointedly popping a Cheeto in his mouth.

“Well I kinda meant something healthy,” Tony muttered crawling to sit next to him. “But I’ll make an exception for today. Just don’t make yourself sick.”

“Whaaaat, I’ve never done that in my life, you must be thinking of some other kid,” Peter said, handing him a box of cinnamon pop tarts. Tony rolled his eyes and took one of the shiny packets.

“Oh yes, how silly of me. What’re we watchin’?”

“Star Wars.”

“Again?”

“Is that alright? It’s just, I’m still kinda tired and I’m not sure I can pay attention to anything new right now, but if you want we can--”

“No no, it’s fine kiddo. I’m happy to watch Star Wars with you,” Tony said with a small laugh. Peter grinned then grabbed the remote and pressed play. Tony wrapped his arm around Peter’s shoulders and Peter snuggled into his side, still crunching on chips as the words A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away… appeared on the screen.

Soon, one movie turned into two, and then three, then four. To be honest, Tony wasn’t sure how many they’d watched when Peter fell asleep, all he knew was when the credits started rolling on the final movie, Peter didn’t immediately jump up to put in the next DVD like he’d done every other time.

Tony looked down to see Peter sleeping soundly against his side, empty snack wrappers and bags littered next to him. Tony checked his watch.

It was only eight o’clock.

“Well I guess you really were tired, huh little spider?” Tony whispered. Peter still had dark circles under his eyes, though they weren’t quite as bad as yesterday. Tony gave him a kiss on the head before carefully untangling himself and laying Peter’s head on a soft pillow. He spent a couple minutes throwing out all the snack wrappers and putting away all the food they didn’t end up eating, before crawling back into the fort and pulling one of the heavier blankets over Peter’s sleeping form. Then he laid down next to him, and laughed softly when Peter squirmed closer to him in his sleep.

“Sleep good kid,” Tony whispered.

~~~

Tony didn’t think he’d been sleeping for very long when he woke up. At first he wasn’t actually sure why he’d woken up, until he heard the sound of whimpering. Cries that sounded a lot like Peter’s.

“H-help…”  

“Peter?”

“Help… help I’m stuck…” Tony’s heart sank instantly.

“Peter! Peter wake up!” Tony said, his voice croaking from sleep.

“Help, help I can’t breathe--I can’t breathe!” Peter said, twisting in his sleep as his voice rose to a shout.

“Peter!” Tony grabbed his shoulder and his eyes snapped open, shining with fear and tears. He stared for a moment before suddenly pulling himself close to Tony’s chest and burying his face into Tony’s shirt.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright Pete, you’re safe, I promise,” Tony said, wrapping his arms around him and stroking his hair. Peter’s breathing eased after a few more minutes of reassurance, and Tony could feel his muscles relaxing under his arms.

“I--I’m sorry I woke you up,” Peter said, his voice trembling slightly.

“No, you don’t need to apologize kiddo, it’s not your fault,” Tony said. “You think you can go back to sleep now?”

Peter didn’t answer for a moment.

“I… I’m scared. I don’t want to, can we just get up now? We could watch another movie…”

Tony sighed and looked at his watch.

“Peter it’s two am. You’ve only been asleep four hours. You stayed awake for three days kiddo, I’m not letting you get any less than twelve hours tonight,” Tony said. Peter bit his lip and looked down, trying to hide the misery on his face. Tony started to wrack his brain for ideas on how to help him when a high whistling noise startled them both.

The ceiling of the fort suddenly dropped, bowing inwards again and Peter flinched hard, like he’d been punched.

“You alright?” Tony said, looking down at him in surprise.

“I--I thought the ceiling was gonna fall on me,” he mumbled, and even in the darkness Tony could see an embarrassed blush rising in his cheeks. Tony felt anger flare inside him and he released Peter, pushing himself up.

“Dammit DUM-E,” he muttered. He could hear the robot wheeling around noisily outside the fort. Tony crawled out and stood up, his fists clenched and his lips pulled in a snarl.

DUM-E was by the couch, struggling to pick up the book Tony had been reading this morning and whistling in frustration.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Tony said as loudly as he could while still keeping his voice at a whisper. DUM-E just kept grasping at the book, ignoring him. Tony stepped forward and snatched up the book. It was Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.

Peter had been trying to get him to read the series for months and since Tony hadn’t been able to see much of his intern lately, he decided to give it a try. He’d told Peter it was just to get him off his back about it but really, he’d just missed having his Spiderling around. He ended up loving it though, and he was almost done with the third book.

“What do you want with this!?” Tony said, holding out the book and shaking it at him. “It’s a book DUM-E, you can’t even read!”

The robot whirred impatiently and turned to face Tony. He reached forward and poked the book with his claw, then pointed directly at the fort.

“…I have no clue what the hell that means.”

DUM-E made a noise that could’ve been a sigh if he had lungs. He jabbed at the book again, then this time at Tony’s chest, then insistently at the fort again.

“Ugh, I don’t have time for this,” Tony muttered, but DUM-E whistled angrily and suddenly wheeled off in the direction of the bedrooms. “Now what’re you doing!?”

The robot only whistled again and went into one of the rooms. Tony waited for a second before growing impatient and starting back to the fort, deciding to berate him for scaring Peter in the morning. But just as he kneeled down, Tony heard DUM-E whirr indignantly before something soft smacked him in the face.

“What the--” Tony held up the cloth that’d hit him, and instantly recognized Peter’s mask. DUM-E prodded the book, then the mask.

Tony suddenly understood.

“Oh. I see. That’s… actually a really good idea. Thank you. Sorry I got mad buddy,” Tony said. He patted the robot’s claw apologetically, and DUM-E forgave him easily with a wave, then turned and pinched the fabric of the fort again, pulling it up back into its original position.

Tony went back into the fort, feeling guilt at both snapping at DUM-E, but also for leaving Peter alone. Peter had sat up and was hugging a pillow, his eyes still glistening with tears.

“Hey kiddo,” Tony said. “Not feeling any better?”

Peter opened his mouth, but words seemed to fail him so he shook his head instead.

“Well, DUM-E had the idea that I should read to you. To help you fall asleep. So, how do you feel about The Prisoner of Azkaban?”

Peter’s face actually lit up at that, and he wiped the tears out of his eyes quickly.

“That--That’s my favorite one actually,” he said with a small sniff.

“Is it now?”

“Yeah. I like Professor Lupin. He reminds me of you. Like how he helped Harry when he got attacked by the dementor, and taught him magic so he could protect himself. That’s like how you give me hugs when I’m sad or scared, and you tell me to sleep more and stuff.”

“Huh. I guess that’d make you The Boy Who Lived, huh?”

“Well, I am really good at barely avoiding death,” Peter said. Tony laughed softly.

“I suppose since it’s your favorite, we should start from the beginning then,” he said. They both laid back, and Tony put on his glasses, activating night vision so he could read without a light. Peter laid next to him, waiting for the story to begin.

“Harry Potter was a highly unusual boy in many ways…”  

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Getting Along

Request: Could you do a Jensen x Reader where the Reader puts an ad for a new roommate. Jensen calls and the Reader accepts, but later regrets it because all they do is bicker and fight over mundane things so she tries to annoy him so he can move out?

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 1,700ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Life tip, don’t be an ass to your roommate if you ever have one. Talk stuff out like adults...

“Hello?” you said, walking over to your computer the second you picked up the phone. Hopefully this one would be an okay fit.

“Hi. I’m Jensen and I saw your ad for a roommate? I was staying at my friend’s place but he’s back in town so I’m looking to get in somewhere fast,” he said.

“Um, I’m not sure how comfortable I am with a male roommate,” you said. 

“Oh, the ad didn’t specify,” he said. “Should I just hang up at this point or-”

“Did you send me your credit score? And a W-2?” you asked, looking through your emails.

“Well, if we’re roommates then I have to prove I’m going to split the rent somehow, right?” he asked.

“Your occupation says you’re an actor,” you said. He hummed and you cocked your head, reading through the rest of his application. “I want two months of your share of the rent upfront.”

“That seems fair. The guy thing doesn’t bother you now?” he asked.

“Meet me in the lobby in an hour. We’ll see if it does or not.”

“You’re all settled in?” you asked, Jensen pouring a glass of water for himself in the kitchen.

“Yeah. It’s mostly clothes. I don’t need a lot. I’m only here for about nine months a year and go home as often as I can so I won’t be in your hair too much,” he said.

“Well, I like this apartment but can’t afford it on my own. The view is to die for,” you said, Jensen nodding his head.

“You can see the harbor from here. I got work early so I think I’m going to call it a night. Goodnight Y/N,” he said with a friendly smile.

“Goodnight Jensen.”

“Oh my fucking...” you said as you sat up in bed, glaring at your door as you finally heard the apartment door open and shut. “You noisy mother...”

You knew his schedule was a little unique. He’d been upfront about that at the start. You just hoped with a few subtle hints he’d get with the program that not everyone in the house had to wake up at 5:30 for work.

“Um, Y/N?” asked Jensen on Sunday night, just as you were heading into your room for the night. He’d gotten home ten minutes ago, waking you up from where you’d fallen asleep on the couch. You’d already decided no way in hell were you going to figure out when he would and wouldn’t be home.

“Yeah?” you asked, rubbing your eye, trying to make him get on with it.

“I don’t want to sound crass or anything but you, uh, could you not use up all the hot water? Or turn up the TV so loud at night? My room’s right on the other side and I’m normally pretty beat by the time I get home,” he said.

“Excuse me?” you said, his arms crossing as he squinted. “How about you learn to be quieter in the morning and at night and to not eat my freaking Ben and Jerry’s. I have stressful days too ya know.”

“Alright. We’ll both be quiter and try to be more respectful of our shared spaces, agreed?” he said.

“Fine with me,” you said, heading to your room without saying goodnight.

The next morning when you woke up to him banging around in the kitchen you nearly lost it.

“Dude! I said quiet! I have the day off and I kind of wanted to sleep in,” you said, Jensen cocking his head.

“I think you’re being a little melodramatic, Y/N. I was being quiet, just like you asked,” he said.

“You don’t even need to cook breakfast. You get it for free at work,” you said. 

“Well I don’t have work until noon today so I have to make it myself,” he said. 

“Oh, you poor thing,” you said. Jensen put the pan down he was about to use and took a deep breath. “Be quieter.”

“Buy some damn ear plugs. It’s not my fault you’re a light sleeper,” he said.

You rolled your eyes and went back to bed, shoving your pillow over your head to try and fall back asleep. He was loud, ate whatever was in the fridge without question as to who it belonged to, took over the living room anytime he was home and had a tendency to blare his workout music at all hours of the day.As he fussed about again, you felt yourself getting more and more annoyed before it hit you. 

You just had to annoy him back until he decided he wanted out.

“Y/N,” said Jensen a few days later. “We don’t have any hot water. Again.”

“Do I look like a plumber?” you asked, glancing up from your book you were reading on the couch.

“Can you please try to save me some hot water from now on? I’m having a hard week and I’d like to be able to come home and relax a little,” he said. 

“Sure thing Jensen,” you said, flipping the page.

The next night when he got home, you figured he was going to flip out when there wasn’t any hot water. Maybe he’d yell a little, just enough where it’d be awkward from then on out and he’d want to move out and fast. But him plopping down on the couch, staring blankly out the dark window at the harbor was not at all what you were expecting.

“I asked you to save me some water,” he said quietly.

“Slipped my mind. Sorry,” you said, glancing up to look at him properly for the first time in days. He looked exhausted. His eyes were a little red and puffy but he gave no other indication that he’d gotten upset. “Are you alright?”

“It’s just a really hard episode we’re filming this week. The last scene tonight was rough,” he said quietly again, not bothering to look at you. “I know you don’t like me. I’ll move out if you want but give me a couple days.”

“Alright, Jensen. I can do that,” you said.

The next night when Jensen got home late, close to nine, you knew you’d broken your number one ground rule. He didn’t go in your room, you didn’t go in his. But you had to in order to leave him his gift.

You stayed in your room that night, hearing a light knock about an hour later before you told him it was alright to come in.

“Hey,” he said, running his hand through his damp hair. “Thanks for the hot water...and the girly spa stuff. It uh, helped.”

“You’re welcome,” you said. “You’ve got a nice jetted jub in there. You should use it.”

“Thanks for making me dinner too,” he said. “It tasted really good.”

“You’re tired, it’s fine,” you said, Jensen nodding his head, pulling out a few sheets of paper from behind his back. “I don’t know what your budget is but those all have nice harbor views. If you still want to move out that is.”

“Don’t you want me to move out?” he asked.

“Not really. I don’t want you to feel shitty because of me either. Yesterday you just looked so tired. I know you’re filming some hard stuff or something right now and you want to come home and forget about it but I just piled onto it and I’m sorry for that, Jensen,” you said.

“I...could have been quieter. I’m used to living alone. Or I could at least try to give you a heads up of when I’ll be in and out more,” he said.

“You aren’t a bad roommate. You have a steady job, you don’t smoke, you have one or two beers a night at most, you pay and are tidy. Maybe we both just need to figure out how to live with another person again,” you said.

“I’d like to try if you’re willing to,” he said. You gave him a friendly smile and he nodded his head. “Maybe we can even be friends.”

“I’d like that. You look better with a smile Jensen,” you said. He rolled his eyes but laughed. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Hey, Y/N, we got leftover pizza and wings in the fridge if you want some,” said Jensen when you walked home after work on Friday. You took off your shoes and peered over at the couch to spot another person sitting there. “This is Jared. I hope you don’t mind I invited a friend over.”

“No, that’s cool,” you said. “He’s the other guy in the show, right?”

“That’s me,” he said, standing up.

“Holy crap and I thought Jensen was tall,” you said, eyes wide. 

“We can’t all be so blessed,” said Jared. “You guys worked out your problems I see? Jensen thoguht he was going to have to crash on my couch for the next month.”

“We came to a compromise,” you said. “Treating each other more like friends really helps.”

“Sure does. I’m even allowed her ice cream with permision now,” said Jensen.

“Oh, don’t let him turn you into putty in his hands, Y/N. You got to make him work for it a little,” said Jared.

“Work for what?” you asked, Jensen shrugging, just as confused as you.

“You’ll figure it out eventually,” said Jared. “So, Jay, when you inviting Y/N to a con? I’m sure she wouldn’t mind the excuse for a free vacation.”

“Jared, we’re friends but we’re not quite ready to be taking vacations with each other,” you said. “Right Jensen?”

“We barely can handle three hours a day in the same apartment. A whole weekend might kill us both,” said Jensen.

“Uh huh,” said Jared, slapping Jensen on the back. “I got to run and catch my flight. It was nice meeting you Y/N. I hope I see more of you around.”

“You too Jared,” you said, Jensen making faces as Jared’s back as he left. “He’s funny.”

“He’s a little shit, that’s what he is. Sorry, he gets so easily excited. Think of the biggest puppy you’ve ever met in your life and that’s him,” said Jensen.

“No worries. I got free pizza after all,” you said. “Although would hanging out for a weekend really kill you? I thought we were trying to get to know each other.”

“I don’t have any plans for this one if you want to hang out,” he said. “Or not, that’s cool too.”

“We could go out tomorrow night, do something fun?” you asked.

“Sure. It sounds like a date.”

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