#i have to attempt eating something so i can take advil. dreading it

[snckt]

me and this heating pad against the world tbh

[psychedellic-phase]

Fifteen (part 10)

A/N: Part of this chapter is inspired by the song 2 Years by Thomston. Thank you to the lovely anon that told me this song reminded them of this fic! I highly recommend listening to it! 

word count: 3.9k 

tw: mentions of childbirth, slight season 9 spoilers, otherwise fluffy 

masterlist: “A few months later we were in Boston, on that strangulation case. It’s a pretty hard case to forget, I mean, you delivered a baby. A real human baby, that you brought earthside with your own two hands. You delivered him, and she named him after you. Baby Spencer. 

Morgan and I dragged the unsub out into the street, hearing that poor woman scream and cry as you brought her baby into the world, but you did great, and he was beautiful. Just like his namesake. When I walked back inside I saw you give her the baby, and my heart just about melted into a puddle on the floor. You and kids, it just does something to me. It feels like my heart comes out of my body and into your hands like putty. It's an odd feeling, like you’re physically poking around in my chest. In a weird way I’ll miss it. 

Then I saw JJ give you a side hug, and put her arm on your chest. She even leaned into your neck, with a soft, sweet little nuzzle. You probably didn’t notice it, but I did. I always noticed. A million little ways to say ‘I love you’ without actually saying ‘I love you’. Right?

Yet again, I said nothing. I had no logical reason to be worried. She was married. You told me daily how much you loved me, how special I was, how beautiful, how amazing, how lucky you were. It’s a shame you didn’t feel like that at the end. But I made it okay. I told myself I was just overthinking it all, like usual. I buried it all down. Again, and again, and again. 

That night we went to that bar Rossi loves and everyone was happy, talking about how you delivered a baby. 

Alex asked you, “How on earth did you know what to do?” 

You explained how you memorized all the delivery manuals when JJ was pregnant, just in case. I often wonder if you’d do half the things you do for her, if it were for someone else. Or are some things just for JJ?

I just smiled and laughed, still pushing the feelings away. It was a night to celebrate and I was determined to not be a party pooper. Instead, I went the other way. I was the life of that party. We all got on stage and sang ‘Piano man’ karaoke, and if anyone was making love to a tonic and gin that night, it was me. Many, many, tonic and gins. I stumbled into an Uber with you and ended up at home. You helped me into bed. You wiped off my makeup and undressed me, putting one of your large shirts on me, leaving a bottle of water, two advils, and a note that said “i love you, love” for me to see when I woke up. Stuff like that makes me wonder if you’d only ever do some things for me. It sounds selfish, but I hope wiping my makeup off and putting my moisturizer on for me is something reserved for us. I know there are many things I have reserved just for you, Spence. No one will ever be that kind to me again, and that’s a fact.”

Are some things just for JJ? Really? He was irritated for a passing moment, why were you mad about him caring about his best friend? Before he had even met you?

But then that anger was soon replaced with confusion. Why’d you never mention it? In all the fights you had, you never once mentioned JJ. You never once threw the feelings that were so clear to everyone in his face. Why? Why not? 

Every word made him feel like he didn’t really know you, but also made him wonder if you even knew him? Because if you did you would’ve known he did nothing for JJ, but everything for you. 

“I immediately fell asleep.

 I woke up at some point, maybe around four am, and you weren’t in the bed next to me. I remember patting the sheets, looking for you as I usually did at night. To sleep, I needed to feel you pressed up against me. I didn’t. I panicked. I looked at the note, and for half a second I thought you left. It did look a little like a goodbye note, Spence. I yelled your name a few times, and when I didn’t get a response I really started to worry. I got out of bed and stumbled around; my head was still fuzzy. I walked around the house calling your name. You still didn’t answer. I finally found you on the balcony. 

It was warm for April, and you were sitting on a chair in your pajamas, staring at the stars. 

“Talking to the moon again?” I said, and you turned to look at me. 

The moon was a waxing crescent (thank you for that) so I couldn’t see you well. If it had been full, maybe I would’ve seen your sad eyes. 

“Hey, what’re you doing up?” You whispered.

I sat in the other chair, “I woke up and you weren’t there, so I came to find you. You scared me half to death, Reid.”

 I was looking at you but you wouldn’t look at me. I needed you to look at me.

“Go back to sleep.”

“Only if you come with me.” 

I was trying to be funny, but the pit in my stomach was insane. I really felt like I was staring the end in the face. That was the first time I ever saw you like that, completely shut out from me. You were always forthcoming with me, no matter what was going on. Your voice was rough, like you were getting a cold. You cleared your throat. 

“I think I want to stay out here a while longer.”

“Okay, then I’ll stay with you.”

“Y/N...” You were warning me, I should’ve listened. 

I stood up to walk back inside and I patted your shoulder. I disappeared to get a tub of ice cream and two spoons. We both knew your stomach would hurt afterwards, but we didn’t care. The comfort that binging on ice cream when you’re sad brings is well worth a tummy ache. And even in my half drunk brain fog, I could tell you needed it.”

Spencer chuckled, remembering how you always kept two tubs in the freezer “just in case.” Whenever one of you was having one of those days, the other would grab a tub, and you’d sit in silence and eat. That was back when each other’s company was enough. He still kept one tub in his freezer, hoping in some weird way that you’d be back and the two of you could sit and eat in silence, and somehow that would make it all okay. 

“We sat in silence staring at the sky and taking turns grabbing spoonfuls of cookie dough ice cream. It was comfortable, domestic, calm. 

“So, are you going to tell me what’s bothering you?”

You shook your head, “Nothing’s bothering me.”

“You only talk to the moon when you’re upset, Spence.”

You sighed, knowing I was right. The ice cream was for bad days, but the moon was for when you needed to think. And think alone. You said staring up at the moon helped you feel grounded; it reminded you how important we are. It always reminded me of how small I am, how I am literally a speck of dust on a planet that’s a slightly bigger speck of dust that’s hurling through time and space. It reminds me of how small we all are in the grand scheme of the universe. Then you’d tell me: “Everything that makes up us is from those stars. We’re literally made of stardust.” Then I’d feel important too, because you made me important. I mattered because I was in this place at this time with you. You’d tell me about the big bang and the million miracles that led to us being here, alive in this moment. You’d say it reminded you how lucky you were that you got to exist in this world with me. I don’t know if I believe in God, Spence, but if there is one I thank him for letting me exist at the same time as you, even if it was only for a finite time.”

He had to remind himself to breathe. How could words suffocate? How could ink take his breath away? Spencer wished it was nighttime, so he could talk to the moon again, so he could feel important again, so he could feel lucky. 

“You didn’t answer.

“Was it the case?”

You just nodded slightly, as if to say ‘sort of’. 

“This is literally as good as it can go. We got the guy and you brought someone’s baby into the world. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a happier ending.”

“No.”

That’s all you said, and I let the silence fester. We both just kept eating the ice cream. After about fifteen minutes you said, “The world looks different from here.”

“From the balcony? Yeah I guess, the city looks small, tiny ant people.”

You chuckled, “No, like from where I am right now in my life. I just see the world different than I did yesterday.”

“And I’m sure we’ll look at it differently again tomorrow.” I was trying to help, but it was 4:30 in the morning and I was still slightly buzzed. No amount of ice cream or an existential crisis was going to get rid of that. 

“I held a human being in my hands as it took its first breaths today, Y/N. I was the first thing he ever saw. I literally held his life in my hands.” 

“I know. Maybe you should take up obstetrics.” Another failed attempt at a joke.

 “It just made me think.”

“About what?”

“I just, I always thought I wanted kids,” you said it doubtfully and with a shrug. You looked at me in my eyes finally, and wow did it hurt. 

“But now I’m not so sure.”

I’m pretty sure my jaw almost dropped. How did delivering a baby make you no longer want a village of kids on Christmas morning? I thought it’d have the opposite effect. I thought it’d ignite your baby fever, like it ignited mine. My heart sank, “Why?” 

“I-I don’t know.”

I tried, again, to lighten the mood, “Is it because of the actual birth part? Because I promise I can handle it. No epidurals for me.”

You half smiled, “No, no it’s not that.”“Well then what is it?” I had this dreadful feeling that you were going to tell me that it was me. That I was the reason. That you wanted kids, but you didn’t want them with me.

 “How am I supposed to pass on these genes?”

“Your super smart, tall, handsome, magnificent genius genes? C’mon Spence,” I scoffed. 

“I meant schizophrenia.”

The air went cold between us. 

“You don’t have it though.”

“Having a grandparent with the disease increases your chances of developing it by 5%.”

“Yeah, and I have bad eyesight and terrible allergies and had braces as a kid, which our kids will inherit.” 

“You don’t understand what I mean.”

I rolled my eyes, “No, Love, I don’t. But I do know that you can’t be scared of what ifs.”

You ran your hands through your hair, and just groaned. You sighed, but I kept rambling. I blame my loose lips on Rossi. He kept buying, and I kept drinking.

“And there’s so many what ifs. What if they do get schizophrenia? But what if they don’t and you didn’t have kids because you were scared?”

“It’s not just that it’s—”

“It’s what Spencer?”

“I-I didn’t have a dad! I don’t know how to be one.”

We sat in silence. I didn’t know what to say. 

“I just don’t think it’s for me anymore.”

I felt tears sting my eyes. If we weren’t on the same page, this conversation was going to end horribly. “

But if you don’t want them then—“ I stopped and shakily wiped my face. 

“Then what?” You sounded scared.

I stopped myself from saying something that I’d regret. I wanted to say ‘then I can’t do this.’ Thank god I didn’t. 

“I just, I always thought my kids would be your kids too. I don’t think I want to be a parent if you aren’t there with me.”

Your eyes were shining from the tears and the sliver of moon when they met mine, “Really?”“

Yeah, I’ve told you this a million times, love. You will be the best father because you know what it’s like to not have one. You become better than the people before you.”

You dropped the spoon into the almost empty tub, “I know, I know. I just got in my head about it all.”

“Stop thinking about years ahead, Spence. All you have to think about is right now. I know it feels like we’re running out of time, but don’t rush life.”

You smiled watery and I went to sit on your lap. You rubbed your hand against the small of my back and we watched the sun start to rise. We were done talking to the moon. I dragged you inside, the new day’s sun was coming in through the windows. 

“Do you really think you’re running out of time?” You asked me, holding me close.

 I nodded, “Yeah. I always feel like I am. I thought I’d have two kids and a golden retriever by thirty-one, but I have none of that and I’m getting close to thirty-two. Twenty-four hours just feels shorter and shorter everyday.”

“That’s because each day is a smaller and smaller fraction of our memories. Time feels quicker and quicker every day.”

There you were. There was my love. My you. 

I squeezed you, “I know. It’s just scary. I feel like I’m behind.”

“I feel like that a lot too. You know I thought I’d cure schizophrenia by twenty-five?”

I smiled, “Even you can’t do everything, love.”

“Do you want to catch up?”

“How so?”

“We could get a golden retriever.”

I laughed, “Sure, and next you’ll be saying ‘let’s have a baby.’”

You shrugged and swooped me in front of you, “Why not? Me, you, a baby, sounds pretty good.” 

You said it as a joke, but it didn’t feel like one. “

You mean that?” I looked up at you and could see that longing in your eyes. You could see it in mine too. Always so pensive, Spencer Reid. 

“I didn’t mean like right now, but we can soon. We have to get married first.”

I rolled my eyes, “Who says we need to get married first? JJ and Will didn’t get married until Henry was four. They’re perfect.”

“Henry wasn’t planned.”

“And?”

“And, I’d like to marry you before knocking you up,” you said it like a joke again, peppering me in kisses. 

“We don’t need a stupid piece of paper from the government, Love.”

“So you don’t want to marry me?” There was amusement in your voice. 

“Oh, I want to marry you. I want to marry you so hard, Spencer Reid.”

We laughed, “I want to marry you so hard too.”

You kissed my forehead, and then my lips before moving away from me. 

“So, we both know we want to marry each other and we just agreed to have a baby, like soon?” I clarified. 

“Yes. We did. So, what’s stopping us from doing it right now?” You started milling around in the book case, looking for something. “

Don’t you dare get down on one knee right now, Spencer Reid. I told you already, I am not getting engaged without my nails done.”

You smiled, “I wasn’t! I wasn’t! I was just going to put on some music.” You held up a CD, and I smiled. You came back and pulled me close, and we started to sway back and forth. I always wanted to dance in the kitchen with the love of my life. That morning I did.

After the song ended, we went up to bed finally. I remember laying down and kissing you, going to the place we usually went. Afterwards, you held me against your chest again, “Did you mean it?”

I nodded, “Every word.”

You sighed happily, “So did I.”

I looked up at you, grinning, “So does that mean puppy Reid and baby Reid are coming soon?”

You rolled your eyes, “Puppy Reid, I can handle. But baby Reid is after Mrs. Reid. Call me old fashioned, but that’s how I want to do this.”

I toyed with your hair, “I can handle that.”

While I was packing, I found the CD you were rummaging for. I put it on and danced around the kitchen again. It wasn’t the same. ‘Your Song’ by Elton John is a love song, and love songs just hurt when you’re alone. I swayed in the sunlight, imagining you were swaying with me, talking about having a baby and getting married. I miss that feeling. I miss talking to the moon. I miss ice cream. I miss dancing in the kitchen to Elton John. I miss baggy tee shirts. I miss little notes. I miss the way “How wonderful life is when you’re in the world” felt when I was in your arms. I miss late night kissing. I miss the way you feel with me. I miss us. I miss you, but I miss that you. 

You’re probably wondering what your souvenir from that night is. I thought about giving you the CD, I thought about giving you some ice cream and a spoon, I even thought about giving you the moon, but I decided on the note. “I love you, love.” 

The note was badly wrinkled and his pencil chicken scratch was faded with time. He smiled, remembering the hundreds of notes he probably left you. They always ended in “I love you” with a little doodled heart. He remembered dancing in the sunlight and looking at engagement rings and rescue dogs. He missed you, and not just the version of you from that memory. He missed the version of you from the end. He hated that you didn’t miss that him too.  

“I thought going through all of this would bring me some closure, and now that we’re halfway through I realize that was a mistake. Instead of stitching me up, this opened wounds I thought I had long since healed. This brought it all back. I hope this doesn’t do that for you. I hope it’s the period on the end of this run on sentence. I hope this is closure for you. We both need that.”

He took the letter and the note and walked to his bed, flopping on it and staring at the ceiling fan. It was soothing, in a weird way. He fell into a trance. 

His phone ringing tried to snap him out of it. He didn’t reach for it and waited until the vibrations died. They came again, and he forced himself to look at it. 

JJ. 

Great, first Derek, now JJ. He knew they were just being good friends, but it was getting tiring. He wanted to just be alone, and he especially didn’t want to hear from JJ. His relationship with her was a point of contention with you and he didn’t even know. Between what he had just read and the photo from her wedding, all the old feelings he had for her were brought back to the surface and made him feel gross. He now realized the way your face would turn sour whenever he would pick JJ up in a spin and your off remarks when he’d mention going out with her. In hindsight, you were being jealous but somewhat reasonable. Before he met you, he wondered if he was just waiting for an alternate universe where he could be with JJ. One where there was no Will and no bad Redskins date, where he could look at her without it hurting. Now he knew he’d only be waiting for an alternate universe where he could be with you. 

The phone buzzed again and he finally decided to grab it and answer. 

“Hello?”His voice was groggy and hoarse from not being used. 

“Spence? Hey, it’s me, I just wanted to see if you were okay?”

He didn’t answer, eyes still trained on the fan. 

She cleared her throat, “I just talked to Derek and...”

“What’d he say?”

“He told me about the letters, little dramatic huh?”

He could hear her roll her eyes. JJ was the sweetest person alive, but when it came to Spencer the claws could come out. 

“Yeah, I’m up to number ten,” he kept his voice steady and almost bored, not wanting to reveal anything to her. 

“Out of how many?”

“Fifteen.”

Spencer stood up and walked to the window by the chess table.

 “How are you doing?”

“Did you know every seven to ten years our cells regenerate completely?” Spencer spoke into the phone, staring out the window. It was mid afternoon by now and the snow had stopped. The cars on the road had ruined the innocent white snow, leaving dark gray slush in their wake.

“Every cell?” JJ said back, the phone making her voice crackly and hard to hear. 

“Yeah, skin cells live two to three weeks,” He swallowed thickly, “So the skin she has right now is skin I’ve never touched. Those cells don’t know who I am. My lips are already on the second cycle. They’ve never kissed her. Eventually I’ll have a body that doesn’t recognize hers and she’ll have a body that recognizes someone who isn’t me.”

JJ didn’t speak, just sighed, “You know that isn’t true.”

“It is, Jennifer,” He ran his hands through his hair, “I’m going to be stuck here and she’s going to move on and it’s killing me.” His voice cracked at the end.

 “Then don’t think of it as being stuck, think of it as a turning point. You get to choose a direction now. You’re at a crossroads, Spence, you can choose to move on.” 

She sounded earnest and he knew she was right, but he couldn’t help the feeling. It’s like he was in quicksand and no one could pull him out. 

“Thanks,” he mumbled. 

JJ sighed, “Do you want to talk about the letters?”

“No,” he said harsher than he intended, “I just want to finish this and then figure out what I’m supposed to do.”

“Well, if you need any help, you know where to find me.”

He nodded as if she could see him and whispered, “Bye.”

He hung up before she could respond. He threw the phone on the window sill and walked to the bathroom, splashing cold water over his face. He stared at his own reflection in the mirror. It looked foreign. The whites of his eyes were bloodshot, his skin looked pale, and his hair looked like he had just rolled out of bed, which he kind of had. He felt like his whole body was bruised. He toyed with his hair to get it to a tolerable place and sat back down on his bed, grabbing the tenth letter.

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[tchalla-rogers]

Bars in Autumn

author’s note: let’s just say...i am a sucker for a steve rogers middle-class worker au apparently? maybe...possibly...a part 2. cause i gotta bring my boo in.

warnings: slight mentions of assault

word count: 3.5k | soundtrack

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Y/N found out about this new bar by her apartment and knew it was the perfect night to slip in. Work was rather exhausting that Friday and she knew she couldn’t take working in that office any longer. She went through years of college and struggling to pay off her debt, only to hate almost everyone she worked with.

Thankfully, she found solace in one of her co-workers and she knew that it was becoming something more than she could take. The crush that was building for this man was definitely eating at her every single day and moment of the day. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could harbor these feelings without letting it slip.

She somehow convinced him to visit the bar with her, stating how he owed her after she went to an office party with him because he wanted to hit on the new employee. She didn’t dare partake in being his wing woman in the exchange, finding comfort by hiding in the corner of the room and watching him flirt so easily.

Y/N walked up to the bar, the brisk autumn cold causing her to shiver. She pulled her coat in more, hoping to warm herself up in the short walk. And throughout her walk, she was hoping she didn’t drink too much alcohol and embarrass herself. If anything, she was glad that she lived fairly close and hopefully, Steve was willing to walk her home.

She finally arrived, opening the door to the bar to hear the sound of a man singing some old favorites that people were humming along to. No eyes that met hers’ looked as blue as she knew, so she settled on finding a seat at the bar and hoped for her body to dethaw from the night cold.

The bartender sauntered over, one of his eyebrows raising at her eyes darting around the practically empty bar. “Can I get you something?”

Y/N finally looked at the man in front of her, shaking her head and sighing. “Can I get two Long Island’s?”

“Two?” he asks, drying his hands on his towel and throwing it back over his shoulder. “What kind of week have you had?”

A chuckle emitted from Y/N’s lips before she pulled her card out of her wallet. “Trust me, I’ve had a long one, but I’m ordering for a friend, too.

He smirked and nodded, searching for everything he’d need for the drinks. Y/N couldn’t wait to feel the strength of the alcohol dull the tension in her body. She was too deep into her thoughts and watching the bartender work quickly to notice someone sitting down next to her. The familiar scent of expensive cologne that she couldn’t get enough of filled her nostrils. “God, I can smell how stressed you are.”

Y/N chuckled and pulled Steve in for a hug while sitting, fully smelling the mixture of leather and cologne. “Sorry I can't mask it with leather and cologne,” she jokingly said before she chuckled.

The bartender placed the glasses in front of them and Y/N attempted to hand her card over before he shook his head. “On the house.” Y/N beamed, giving her thanks to the bartender who knew how much she wanted to drink away the pain of her 9-5 job.

She slid the other Long Island to her friend, noticing the eyes that followed her movements. “What?” she questioned, sipping from the thin black straw and finally letting the alcohol slip down her throat.

“Were you floating with him before I got here?” Steve finally grabbed his own glass, waiting for Y/N’s reply before taking a sip.

Y/N couldn’t help but roll her expressive eyes, placing her glass down. “No, I just let him know it was a stressful week...and it was.”

“I truly don’t understand why you hate it at work so much,” Steve said, shrugging and taking a few sips of the strong Long Island.

“Are you kidding me? Ross is the fucking worst. I already had my letter of resignation.” Before any of them knew it, Y/N heard the sound of her reaching the end of her drink. The bartender walked over at her slurping nothing but air, laughing at the drink already being finished. “You guys have Kamikaze’s?” Y/N asked, grimacing from the burn from the alcohol. The bartender nodded, fluidly working on the shot that Y/N was anticipating.

Time continued to pass, as Y/N miraculously downed four Kamikaze shots and was now struggling to effectively sit up. Eventually, she excused herself to the bathroom and Steve knew he had to assist her. There was no way that he was going to allow her to barely make it into the bathroom all the way across the bar.

When it had been almost ten minutes, Steve was truly questioning what the hell Y/N was doing. He was usually a patient person, especially when it came to Y/N. He remembered halting his movements when she said that she already had written a letter of resignation. And it occurred to him that he never once paid attention to how she felt at work.

She was completely and undeniably correct with how much Ross was an absolute prick. He heard stories of how hostile he was with the women in the office from most of the women co-workers who would talk to him. He couldn’t speak on her behalf of how she felt at work and he should’ve tried to understand that.

There was a feeling continuously bubbling up inside of him anytime she walked into the office or when he was in her presence. It took him months since she was hired to know that he very much began to like her and he didn’t think she felt the same. Anytime he was being hit on by other women, Y/N was too busy typing away at her computer in concentration.

He noticed the times when she would walk into Ross’ office and leave with a look of disappointment etched on her face. A quick wipe under the eyes and she was back to typing away at her computer.

Steve was thankful that they both began to get close, after making a small conversation with Y/N about football when he spotted her Philadelphia Eagles mug.

His thoughts were thrown away when he heard muffled sounds of someone crying inside the bathroom and Steve lightly knocked on the door. He didn’t see anyone go in or out since he stood outside, and the sobs suddenly grew louder. “Y/N?” Steve asked, opening the door a nudge. “Are you okay?” When she didn’t answer, Steve stepped in and checked to make sure none of the stalls were occupied.

Y/N sat by the toilet bowl, tears streaming down her face and the stench of fresh alcoholic vomit invaded Steve’s nose. Steve noticed beads of sweat above your eyebrows and a sigh emitted from your lips. He kneeled down, brushing a few strands of hair out of your face. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

“Can I flush first before saying anything?” she mumbled and Steve lightly chuckled, helping her stand up before flushing it. He wrapped her arm around his shoulders, aiding Y/N in walking out of the bar in order for her to get some fresh air.

She plopped on the concrete outside, loving the feeling of the night air cooling down her overheated body. Steve wasted no time in sitting down right next to her, his watchful eyes seeing her tears struggle to dry. “You know you can talk to me about what’s wrong.”

Y/N shook her head, biting her lip and groaning. “I don’t think you’d understand.” Steve nudged her playfully and she rolled her eyes.

“I’ll try my best to.”

“Well, for starters, Ross needs to be fired,” she started, biting her lip. “Which will never happen. I’ve spoken to HR and...nothing. I spoke with other women in the office who’ve done the same, and he manages to get away with everything.”

“What is he getting away with?”

Y/N halted in her movements of frustration, shaking her head. Steve attempted to utter something else, but she spoke before he could. “Enough for me to dread walking into his office. I made sure to drop off my letter when he wasn’t in there.”

“W-what?”

She nodded, somehow standing up without managing to fall over. Steve stood up, too, eyes caught in her drifting ones. “I quit. And I wanted to drink away my sorrows of needing to find a new job tonight.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you quit?”

She shrugged, leaning against the brick wall. “I don’t know. I already was nauseous when I walked in knowing that today was my last day. I can only let you know things when I’m apparently drunk.”

Steve sighed, pressing his lips into a tight line. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice how uncomfortable you were there.”

“It’s fine. I’m sure you were too busy getting numbers from Natasha and Val.”

“I don’t talk to Val.”

“Ah, so it’s Natasha?” Y/N giggled, moving to take off the heels that were making the heels of her feet burn. She finally tugged them off, sighing from the relief. “I knew it. Your type is so obvious.” She started walking down the sidewalk and Steve ran to catch up with her. He was honestly happy that he didn’t have to drag Y/N all the way to her apartment a few blocks down, but he would make sure that she could make it.

Steve raised an eyebrow at her comment, grabbing Y/N’s heels from her hands. “I really don’t think you know my type.”

“Ha, and why’s that?”

“Trust me, I’m not attracted to anyone in that office now.”

The conversation managed to shift to something else as they made small talk, Steve’s minuscule hint slipping through Y/N’s fingers. When they finally made it to Y/N’s apartment, she stumbled a bit up the stairs as Steve held tightly onto her. The keys continuously jingled as she struggled to put it in the door and Steve took it from her hands.

He opened the door quickly, flicking on the lights of Y/N’s living room. He couldn’t stop her from plopping down onto her couch, knowing she wouldn’t budge as soon as she did. There were countless nights where he helped her into her apartment after hanging out and the couch was the farthest she would go.

As he went to prepare the Advil and water for when Y/N would awake tomorrow, he heard barely audible mumbles. “What’s that?’ he questioned from the kitchen.

“Can you come here?” Steve set down what he had in his hands, quietly moving to where Y/N was sprawled out on the couch. “Can you come cuddle?”

“I was getting your Advil rea-,” he started, but she whined when her arms began to reach. “Fine,” he sighed and took a seat right next to her. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tightly into him. He loved the sweet strawberry and coconut scent that filled his nose and he breathed it in like he needed it to survive. It was a mixture of scents that he didn’t know he could like so much.

Steve was surprised that he heard no snores from where she lay next to him, allowing the hum of the house to fill his ears. If Y/N stayed silent a moment longer, he was sure that he would perfectly doze off right where he was.

“I gotta tell you something,” Y/N muttered, as Steve smelled the alcohol that still laced her breath. “It’s very important and I already had my gulps of liquid courage.” When Steve didn’t say anything and silently allowed her to continue, she finally sighed after holding in something that she knew would have to end. “I like you.” Y/N shifted on the couch, locking eyes with the man who still had his arms wrapped tightly around her.

Steve bit his lip, one of his eyebrows raising. “You like me?”

“That’s what I just said.” The comfortable silence that they were once sitting and indulging in began to dissipate. Now, numbness began to take over Y/N’s body once again, cheeks heating up in embarrassment and liquid courage draining from her pores. “If you don’t feel the same, we can just act like it never happened.”

A slight shake of Steve’s head caused her to pull away from where they both were together on the couch. “How do you know I don’t feel the same?”

“Do you?” she probed, slightly taken aback from how this interaction was possibly heading. “If you do, speak now or forever hold your peace. I don’t know if the alcohol is helping me anymore.”

Steve smirked, inching a few inches closer to her and once again taking in her familiar and captivating perfume. He rested his insanely large hand on her cheek, rubbing his thumb lightly on the heated skin. “Maybe I don’t have to say anything.” He pulled her into a sweet kiss, tasting the alcohol still lingering on her tongue.

Y/N knew she could stay like that for hours, feeling affection from someone who she deemed too quintessential for her own self. Even though they became pretty close in her year of working there, she never thought she would be in a position where she was in, right now. For almost a year, she believed with all of her heart that Steve was head over heels for Natasha.

When they finally pulled apart, Y/N’s eyes were still closed shut, seemingly fluttering like her own heart. Steve chuckled to himself, hand still attached to her cheek and adoring how she still hadn’t fully opened her eyes. “I still want you to say something,” she jokingly mumbled.

A boisterous laugh left Steve’s mouth from, shaking his body up and down and causing Y/N to giggle, as well. He pulled her back into his chest, loving the warmth she was providing even though the temperature continued to drop inside of the apartment. Steve knew how much she loved autumn, only because she got to bask in the brisk weather and not turn on her heat until mid-November. “I’m taking you out tomorrow night, no alcohol. Consider it a date.”

***

Monday arrived faster than Y/N wanted and she knew that she had to begin looking for another job. It had been a long weekend of Steve and her exploring a relationship that would hopefully bloom and for once, she was confident. The next day, Steve headed out, managed to get ready and come back with her favorite flowers in less than an hour. It barely gave her time to look as presentable as she hoped, but Steve made her feel as beautiful even when she thought she wasn’t. If anything, she was thankful that she didn’t wake up that morning with a splitting headache.

After exploring the city all day on Saturday, Sunday consisted of being together until it hit midnight. Steve had to be back at work early in the morning and yet, he never showed that he wanted to leave her apartment so that he could catch up on some sleep. Instead, he stayed the night and woke up earlier than he had wanted to.

By the time he’s out of the shower, the aroma of bacon and eggs filled his nose, making him rush to pull on his work clothes he packed the day before.

Steve shuffled downstairs, watching Y/N flip eggs and hum to a song that he didn’t know. “Did I wake you up?”

Y/N jumped, startled from Steve’s deep voice. “No, you just take extremely long showers.” Steve came over to the counter next to the stove, leaning over and smirking at Y/N in all of her morning glory. Nothing could be more beautiful than watching the sun peeking through her apartment’s kitchen window and illuminating every inch of Y/N’s skin. She reached for a food container and dropping a large portion of the eggs and bacon into it. “You do know you have to be at work in 15 minutes?”

Steve jumped up from the counter, looking at the clock on the stove that was shown in blue. “I live right next to work, it’ll only take me a 5-minute drive,” he simply stated, grabbing a piece of bacon and chewing on it knowingly. This only caused Y/N to stare at him, waiting for him to realize that he was at her apartment and the commute wasn’t quick and easy. “Shit!” he exclaimed, running to her living room and grabbing his dress shoes. “Sam’s gonna kill me.”

“Sam? Why?” Y/N asked, finishing packing away Steve’s breakfast for his rush of a commute. “Will he be mad that he’s missing out on a few minutes of teasing you and Nat?”

Steve chuckled lightly, checking himself in the mirror in the hallway and then coming back into the kitchen where Y/N still stood. When he reached over to grab his breakfast, he kissed Y/N once again, lingering in the feeling of the kiss. “Damn, I wish I could stay longer.”

“Yeah, well ya can’t. So, hurry it up, Mr. Rogers.”

Everything happened so quickly and before Y/N knew it, Steve was closing the door and heading off to the work she left behind.

***

Y/N was growing frustrated with the job search, before finally stumbling upon an open position a few hours away from New York. As soon as she realized she met all of the basic requirements and more, she immediately applied. She wasn’t sure as to how long it would take for them to respond, but she was surprised when it took less than an hour.

Before she knew it, a phone interview was scheduled for Wednesday and her confidence was at an all-time high. The only thing stopping her now was deciding if this location was a good fit; she would have to figure out a new place to live. And that scared her more than attempting to find a new job.

The day quickly passed by and a knock at the door finally had Y/N rising off the couch. She looked through the peephole, knowing it was Steve who stood at the door; what she saw absolutely shocked her. Y/N quickly opened her apartment door to Steve and his face that was now bloody and bruised.

“Steve, what the hell happened?” She pulled him into her apartment, sitting him down on the couch and running to her bathroom to get the first aid kit she had never touched. When she sat down next to him, she saw his busted bottom lip and a cut right above his eye where most of the blood was coming from.

Steve barely muttered anything, grimacing as she cleaned up his cut and grabbed a cold pack for him to apply to his lip. They sat in silence a moment longer before Y/N asked once again. “Steve...what the hell happened?”

“Ross,” he mumbled, wincing because he finally moved his lips after the pain subdued. “He’s worse than me, anyway.”

“What?” she whispered, brushing his hair that was sticking to his sweaty head. “Don’t tell me you did what I’m thinking.” Steve nodded, adjusting the cold pack and leaning further into the chair. “Fuck, Steve! I didn’t want you to do that.”

“You probably didn’t want me to quit either,” he said, shrugging. “But I did that, too.”

Y/N stood up from the couch, hands tight on her hips and looking down at the man who proudly smirked at her. “Don’t fucking smirk. Are you serious, Steve?” He nodded once again, slowly and didn’t break eye contact. “Steve, you shouldn’t have quit.”

“I’m not working for him, fuck that. Neither is anyone else in that fucking office.” Y/N raised one eyebrow, begging him to continue. “I mean, he’ll have to look for some new employees and we’ll all be looking for new places of employment.” Y/N sighed and plopped down on the couch again. When Steve noticed that she was staring off to the ceiling, he rested his head on her shoulder. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

“Don’t apologize. Ross is a dick and I just wish I threw the first punch.”

“You already did when you quit and he lost his best employee.” Steve smiled, albeit his bottom lip made it awkward to do so. Y/N rolled her eyes playfully and pecked him lightly on the cheek. “Hey, that’s it?”

“Mhm. Until we both find actual jobs,” she replied.

Steve shrugged, already chuckling knowingly. “I have a friend. He’s been begging and says he has positions open and he’ll take us.”

“Yeah? What friend?” Y/N pushed more hair stuck to Steve’s forehead back, observing how he began to smirk gingerly.

“You might know him,” he started. “Does Tony Stark ring a bell?”

[prplzorua]

Hey, can you write Thomas, the sides and friends taking care of trans Verge with cramps? Mine are really bad today :(

Oh man, really sorry your cramps are bad, I’m suffering with you tbh, uteruses suck sometimes. I’m also sorry for this but I don’t write Trans characters. Nothing against my Trans peeps, it’s simply that I myself am not Trans and I do not wish to “romanticize” it. I write everything I do based on either my experiences or a close Irl buddy. I have no such friend nor experience as a Trans person and I refuse to write something where I’m banking on clichés that may possibly be offensive. So until I have an Irl friendo who is Trans and they wish to share their experiences and check what I have written then I won’t be writting any Trans characters.

Buuut this happened to my best bro so you still get Virgil suffering with us ;)

Tw: nightmares, slight gore?

—-

He was running.

Running as fast as he could.

His breath burned in his throat as his breathing grew more and more ragged. His exhaustion grew as well but he couldn’t stop now, the creature was right behind him.

Virgil couldn’t tell you how he ended up here nor could he tell you where he was or what exactly was chasing him, all he knew was that he had to get out and make sure as hell that thing didn’t get him.

He didn’t take much backward glances for fear of it catching up to him, but from the few glances he did take he knew the thing was tall, freakishly so with shadowy skin, a huge face and rows upon rows of sharp teeth. It’s eyes were a terrifying yellow and it’s claws- oh god, they scraped the ground as it ran. Long, sharp and drippy with some time of ooze, one he could only assume was a type of poison.

He didn’t know why it was chasing him but he wasn’t going to stick around to find out. So he booked it. Only realizing that the landscape was completely different from what he was used to.

He was running in a sick, perverse version of a dead forest. The trees were old, leafless and decrepit. Almost all of them looked the same, with little holes in them that had little yellow eyes blinking at him.

Virgil kept running.

He wasn’t going to bother climbing a tree or hidding, the creature was tall enough to spot him and if not, one of those things in the trees would surely get to him. His only option was foward, so he ran in an off zig-zag hoping to throw the thing off.

It seemed to be working but he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep that up for long. The thing was still coming.

Gritting his teeth, Verge pressed on, forcing his shaky legs to move, he may not know where he was but he damn well was going to figure out how to get out. He was following the direction of the wind, this may have been a crappy forest but there was bound to be a sea or lagoon close by.

He figured that with the thing’s height it wouldn’t be able to swim and if it could it wouldn’t be fast enough to catch him. He could dive down, swim to shore and book it in the opposite direction and get out of what ever hell he was trapped in, well that’s what he hoped.

His assumptions payed off when just a little distance off he was meet with a black sea. The thing was still chasing him, it’s claws grinding in the dirt and rock, making god awful sounds as it approached. Virgil redoubled his efforts and used all his might to sprint down towards the water.

He made it to the shore… and that was as far as he had gotten.

Just as he was about to jump in the black sea, the creature teleported infront of him. Terrified Verge jumped back only for the thing to smile at him.

He felt himself being lifted and was now held at the monster’s eye level. It was only then he realized that the creature’s cold claws was through his abdomen.

The thing chuckled, all of it’s teeth rattling, and in one swift moved it pulled the dark trait’s intestines from out his body.

And dropped Virgil to the ground below.

But before he felt the impact he felt a tug, and the next thing he knows is ice.

—–

Virgil shot up on his bed with a gasp, cold sweat covering his body, as his heart raced and he subconsciously squeezed his midsection.

He felt extremely dizzy and the adrenaline had yet to wear off. He felt another cold tug and realized too late what it was.

—-

“Virgil!” Shouted Thomas.

“Do you want me to go get him kiddo? He was in a pretty deep sleep when I checked on him this morning”

The host scratched his head, “uh, sure Pat, but I guess I can try summoning him one more time? If it doesn’t work you can go get him”

“And of that doesn’t work?”, asked Roman.

Thimas shrugged, “Well if he’s that tired it doesn’t make sense to force him. I mean, we all know what happened last time-”

“Yes, he was unable to read his script with out squinting or say his lines without stuttering or yawning in every frame”, interjected Logan.

“True, but it was a good addition to the Bloopers vid-”

“Yeah Roman but not as good as Talyn’s Vetal Mike!” Piped Joan from somewhere in the kitchen. The three sides and Thomas turned to look at the datemates.

Talyn was red faced with a poptart in their mouth. They bit into it and held the rest menacingly at Joan, “You’re not getting the rest”

“What?! Tal come on, just a bite?”

“No”

“Taaaaaal!”

“No way, you shouldn’t have brought it up!”

By now Joan was chasing Talyn around the kitchen but the smaller friend was using their height and speed against the beanie lover, effectively evading them.

Thomas chuckled at his friends antics before turning back to his sides with a shrug, “we’ll I guess… I should call him again?”

The others just shrugged, so he attempted to summon his youngest trait once more.

“Virgil!”

“Gahh!” Said trait landed on the bottom of the stairs with a non to nice ‘Thud’.

Everyone stopped moving.

—-

Virgil gripped his head, the impact caused it to spin and his dizziness to increase, more so than in his room.He sat up only to groan in pain and hug his middle.

“Verge? You ok kiddo?”

The dark trait lifted his head in Patton’s direction. “I don’t-”, he cut himself off by slapping a hand to his mouth. Everyone could practically see what little color the emo had, drain from his face.

He gagged, “I don’t feel so-”

To this day Thomas will thank Joan for saving his stairs and floor with their quick thinking.

They had grabbed the empty garbage bin from the kitchen and quickly carried it over to the dark side. Virgil didn’t hesitate, he grabbed the bin and heaved.

Patton was the first to move over to help the younger, gently he kept Virgil’s bangs out of his face with one hand, while rubbing his back with the other.

It took a bit for Verge’s stomach to leave him be, but once it calmed, Talyn handed him a cold water bottle and he rinsed his mouth with the water before spitting into the bin.

—-

“What could have caused this?” Inquired Logan.

“I don’ know!” Groaned Virgil from his pitiful curled up state on the couch. Roman had carried him there and Verge didn’t even bother putting up a  fight.

“Did you eat some bad food?” Questioned the fatherly trait from somewhere beside the emo.

Virgil just shrugged, still holding his abdomen.

“Or maybe too much food before bed?” Supplied Prince.

“Probably”, mumbled the Dark trait.

“ You know, that gives you nightmares right?”

Well he knew now.

Virgil groaned again.

—-

“Well its obvious that you have stomach cramps Virgil, nothing a simple analgesic won’t be able to fix. Do we have any Advil Thomas?”

“Uh, let me check Logan”, the host then turned and shouted down the  hall, “Hey Joan, we got any Advil?”

Joan came out with a first aid kit and a frown, “we’ve got absolutely nothing in here”

“Oh shoot!”

Virgil groaned again, whether from pain or dread, no one knows.

Talyn pat the emo gently on his shoulder, “welcome to a preview of what everyone with a uterus goes through every month”

Verge scoffed, “what with the vomiting too?”

“Yep, well for some atleast, so yeah. Really all you're  missing is the other pains and the blo-”

Thomas cut his shorter friend off. “Nope! Let’s not go there Tal, we don’t have any painkillers for him-”

“I’ve got some Midol in my bag”

“Ha.hah, very funny Tal”, mumbled the prone Virgil on the couch.

Thomas shook his head at the multi color haired friend. He then drew a sympathetic gaze for Verge. “Joan and I are going to go get you some pain meds-”

“And  restock this first aid kit”

“Yeah, Joan, that too, good thinking”

“May I go with you Thomas, I do believe three heads will be able to tackle this task sufficiently-”

“I’m going too!”

“Why?”

“Well I can’t let you have all the fun nerd, besides I’ve been on adventures and quests, I know a thing or two about what to have in a first aid kit”

“So…”, started Takyn, “I guess I stay and babysit our emo in pain?-”

“Thomas, no Talyn’s gonna kill me!”

The host shrugged, “yeah, sure-”

“Dude-!”

“I’m staying too kiddo, gotta make sure my little shadowling gets back on his feet”

“Is it too late to ask for death?”

Chuckling at Virgil’s remark, Thomas, Joan and the other two left to get the supplies, leaving Talyn and Patton to take care of the pained trait.

—-

“You sure you don’t want it? I mean it  ‘Midol-en’ you’re pain”, chuckled Talyn from th kitchen.

“Noooo”

“Aww come on kiddo, Talyn was great!

“Staaahp”

“Nah, I don’t think so dude-”

“Damn it Tal, your the worst-”

“Am I? And to think I just took my time to get you a warm cloth to put on your stomach”

…

“I take that back”

“Sure you do Verge”

Patton meanwhile was chuckling at the antics of the two.

——

“Roman we don’t need that many bandages!”

“You never know Logan!”

The Logical trait sighed. “Fine, just get one one the big rolls and let’s move on!”

“Heh, knew you’d see it my way, did you get the hydrogen peroxide?”

“Yes and the rubbing alcohol and the bag of cotton”

“Hmm, did you get Vicks?”

“Why, would we-?”

“Trust me, Vicks fixes almost everything”

Logan rolled his eyes, “if you say so, now can we go see what Thomas and Joan picked up?”

“I think we got everything we need from this isle so why not?”

—-

By the time the four had checked their items to make sure they weren’t buying extra, it was already 3:00pm. They reached home around 3:20 only to find Talyn playing on their phone while a curled up and sleeping Virgil was on Patton’s lap, with the fatherly trait gently rubbing his back.

“He doing ok?”

Talyn spoke up.“He’ll be fine Thomas, you got the stuff?”

“Yep”, the host held up a white plastic bag.

“Did you get him to eat?” Asked Logan.

“Not really? Uh, you uad some left over Halloween candy so I gave him a Reese’s cup”

Roman’s brow quirked. “Why? You’d give him candy before food?”

“Chocolate’s great from cramps man, it’s a godsend during those times”

“Huh, go figure”

—-

Something was shaking his shoulder.

“Virgil~”“Virgil~”

“Ngh”

It was definitely Dad.

“Come on kiddo, we got you the Advil and we need you to eat something”He lifted his head just to look at Pat before laying back down. “Noo”

“Come on lazy bones, up!”

“Don’ wanna move”

“You’re not going to feel better unless you eat, son”

“Nooo”

“No whining Sport, come on, don’t make me carry you to the table”

To everyone’s surpris, Virgil slowly sat up and held out his arms. Shrugging Patton easily picked up the darker trait and carried him to an empty chair at the table. Where the emo proceed to lay his head on the cool wood.

“Dramatic much”, questioned Roman good naturedly to the younger.

“You’re one to talk, Princey”

“Roman stop teasing him”, scolded Thimas lightly, “here Verge”, he said as he handed the emo to Advil pills and a glass of water.

“Thanks”, mumbled the Dark trait as he took the pills in his mouth and downed the whole glass. He then promptly put his head back on to the table, but thus time he made sure to have Talyn in his sights.

“If you guys have to deal with this shit and worse every month…then I gotta admit you guys are more hardcore than I thought”

“Damn right we are!”, exclaimed Talyn proudly before suddenly smirking, “but chocolate helps”

Virgil sat up instantly.

“You’re not gonna let that go are you?”

“Nope!” Smiled the shorter friend.

“Dad!”

“I’m sorry kiddo”, chuckled Patton as he brought the younger a small plate of food, “but it was pretty funny”

“It was not!” Huffed the emo indignantly, he then turned to his host, “you see Thomas? You left me with them!”

Everyone started laughing.

—–

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[bbparker]

Headache (Peter Parker)

Summary: Peter heads to his second high school party and gets a little wasted. His ultimate crush (Y/N) discovers him half asleep in the bathtub, promising to get him home safe.

AN: Just a little imagine I took from this prompt list!

6. Are you drunk?

7. Do a flip!

10. I’ll take care of you

Peter Parker x Reader

// Master List //

The music was turned up so loud that (Y/N) could feel it throughout her body. She didn’t know why she had agreed to come, although Liz was her best friend, (Y/N) and she were almost opposites. She preferred to avoid people and read in quiet places. But of course she had promised and here she was listening to ‘DJ Flash’ repeat every now and then. Half of these people she despised due to their bullying ways and tendency to pick on people she actually liked.

Like Peter Parker. Speaking of- “Hey Ned!” (Y/N) called over the music to the frantic looking boy. “O-oh hey (y/n), uhm have you seen Peter anywhere? MJ encouraged Peter to skull some vodka and lemonades, and by that, I mean shoved down his throat basically. Now he’s gone and i’ve heard some people talking about Peter saying he can climb walls. He’s getting a little out of hand.” Ned rambled right in (y/n)’s face.

“I can help you look if you want?” Ned smiled at the girl and nodded. (Y/N) sighed finally having something to do other than watch people eat each other's faces.

Walking around, people occasionally bumping into to her, some spilling small amounts on her shoes.  ‘Gross’ She thought. As (y/n) wondered around, she couldn’t seem to catch sight of the Parker boy. Stopping at the stairs a wave of dread came over (y/n), not exactly wanting to believe the thoughts of what he could be doing up there.

Quickly making her way up, dodging the couples and sleeping drunk people, (y/n) stood in front of the first bedroom and put her ear to the door. Not wanting to walk in on any of that, to hell with Peter. The first door held moans and internally cringing she moved on to the next which was slightly ajar.

Pausing slightly to listen before moving into the dark room, (y/n) found the connected bathroom light on and open. Walking across the carpet (y/n) looked in to see someone sitting in the bath, legs dangling over the side and their head on their chest. She couldn’t quite see their face, but a messy mop of brown curls strewn everywhere and the stench of alcohol was strong.

Dropping to her knees in front of the bath, (y/n) lifted his head with both her hands. He is who she suspected; Peter Parker.

“Peter?” She said nicely. No response. “Peter?!” Her voice grew. Attempting to wake him up, (y/n) lightly started slapping his cheek. “For goodness sakes... PETER PARKER!” The reaction was instant as he sat up bumping heads with (y/n).

“Ow....” (y/n) mumbled rubbing her head, Peter doing the same. “H-hey... you- you’re aha... You’re (Y/N) (Y/L/N). We have Spanish together!” Peter said as if he just had some epiphany. (Y/N) sighs, “Peter we have all of our classes together. Not the point, let's get you out of there.”Grasping his arm with both of her hands, she pulled as Peter used his other to push him up.

Peter stumbles into her, giggling. (y/n) pauses, “Did you just... giggle? You know what, never mind.”

Heaving his arm over her shoulder, (y/n) attempts to walk him towards the stairs. “Hehe... you’re pretty... you’re always pretty.” He mumbles like an afterthought, eyebrows furrowed as he stares at you. You make eye contact for a second but look away to avoid him seeing you blush.

You get him to the stairs and slowly make your way down, praying he doesn’t fall because there isn’t a way in hell you can catch him. Reaching the bottom of the stairs peacefully, Ned manages to push through the crowd to you. “Oh, you found him awesome!”

Peter looks up at the sound of his friend's voice. “H-hey Ned” He hiccups before continuing, “L-look it's (y-y/n). She’s r-really cute...” Ned looked a bit nervous, “Hehe yeah, look I can take him from here (Y/N) its fine.” (Y/n) quickly shook her head, “No, it's fine I was thinking of heading home-”

“IS THAT PETER PARKER? WITH Y/N?!” They all hear Flash yell over the microphone. The party stopping for a minute some turning to the wide eyes of Ned and (Y/N). Peter was too drunk to realise all the eyes but he did notice Flash.  “Fight me!” He yelled, (y/n) instantly cringing.

Flash laughed at his slurring, “poor penis Parker can hold his liqueur. Bet you can't do a flip.” Flash smirking knowing Peter wouldn’t take the bait but drunk-ass Peter might. (y/n) ready to protest and tell Flash where he can shove it when Peter pulls away from her and begins running towards the wall.

A slight “oh no” was heard from Ned as everyone watched Peter begin to perform the flip. As he was about to land, it seemed like he forgot he was doing a flip all together and just sort of.... landed.... on his head.

“Peter!” (y/n) and Ned shouted running over to the injured boy as everyone around them laughed at him. (Y/N) turned around yelling, “stop it! all of you!” But nobody listened. She lay her hands on his cheeks checking his head for any blood. There was none so she sat the dizzy boy upright.

“Did- Did I do a flip?” he muttered, bleary eyes looking into (y/n)’s. Looking at the already sad eyes, (y/n) muttered out, “Yeah you did awesomely. But no more flips okay? Let's get you home.”

Ned and (y/n) both helped carry Peter to the curb to sit while she dialed for a cab. When she got off the phone, (y/n) looked down to see Peter holding his head. “Owow... my head hurts.” Ned laughed softly.

---------------

The cab ride home was silent and after Ned giving you Peters address and got out, it seemed Peter had sobered up a little. He turned suddenly to (y/n). “Where are we going?”

“Your house, you need to sleep.”

“Aunt May is going to kill me.”

(Y/n) turned to him and began fixing his appearance. Combing down his hair and straitening his collar. Peter watched her do it with a sort of admiration in his eyes.

Arriving at his building Peter stumbled into the building with (y/n) close behind. Riding the elevator up and walking down to his door. Nausea swept Peter as well as the sudden urge to collapse. Noticing this, (y/n) quickly knocked on the door and put Peters arm around her shoulders.

A frazzled woman came to the door. “Hello, how can- Peter?! Are you drunk?!” Peter only giggles a little and in turn May opens the door wider. (Y/N) dragged him inside and asked where his room was. May had gladly shown the way. (Y/n) dumped Peter on his bed and asked May for some water and advil for the poor boy. Lightly shaking her head she left to get the items.

When (y/n) turned towards Peter, looking down at him she found him already looking at her. Raising and eyebrow, she asks “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Can I actually?”

“Peter!” She laughed.

----------------

An hour later, May had gone to bed and you were sitting beside the boy laying on his back. She had allowed you to stay the night as it was already pretty late by the time you got there. “I have a headache...” (y/n) laughed causing Peter to look up at her. “Well in truth you did do a flip you just didn’t land it right.”

Peter and her sat in silence before he asked. “Why are you here? Really you could have left me.” She sighed and looked down to him kind brown eyes.

“In honesty you’ve always intrigued me, Its just you always kinda ran away when i’d try to approach you. I also see the way you’re always trying to take care of other people, but you forget about yourself.So i-it seems only fitting that you have someone take care of you a-and i don’t mean just this once. I want us to be friends.” He stared up at you before slowly sitting up, still staring at (y/n).

“Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to give you a speech but I’ve been waiting to talk to you for a whi-” She was cut off by lips against hers. (Y/n) had just used the term friends but after this there was no chance at friends, she wanted so much more.

His hand rested on her cheek while the other supported himself. Separating they looked at each other before they heard a inhuman rumble.

“I just want to say that this has absolutely no reflection upon what just happened.” and as soon as Peter finished, he leaned over his bed and vomited into the bucket (y/n) had luckily thought to grab.

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The Perfect Rome Wedding

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