Finnick Odair Wouldve Been So Happy To Get Gray Hairs. Rip Finnick Odair, You Wouldve Loved Aging.

finnick odair would’ve been so happy to get gray hairs. rip finnick odair, you would’ve loved aging.

just saw chappell roan live. i’m not sure if i’ll ever recover, and i’m okay with that.

quick kisses and a white lie

gwen stacy x reader

type: tooth-rotting fluff

word count: ~0.6k

warnings: like one dirty joke

summary: stupid peter and his stupid questions and gwen’s stupid time management skills.

a/n: as much as i love peter parker, i LOVE me some gwen stacy

i couldn't help but let a giggle erupt from my lips as i wrapped my arms around gwen.

her brilliant smile graces her face once more. i couldn't help myself. i kissed her face again, and we both let out girl-ish giggles.

"how did i get so lucky to get you as a girlfriend?" i whisper into her hair.

gwen shakes her head, her ponytail swaying with the motion. "moderately lucky, i guess," she says.

i gasp, pulling away from her slightly and smiling down at her. "i have no idea what you're talking about, stacy," i say. "i have the most beautiful-" kiss "-smart-" kiss "-funny-" kiss "-girlfriend in the world-" kiss "-who has the most-" kiss "-wonderful smile!" kiss

her beautiful smile graced her face again, and i kissed her again.

"well, when you put it like that..." gwen says.

i laugh with her again as her hands snake around my neck.

"i'm so glad you're mine," i whisper into her smile.

"i'm so glad you're mine," gwen whispers back.

she tightens her grip on the back of my neck, pulling me towards her lips. i smile, our lips about to touch for what seems like the 100th time today, when—

KNOCK KNOCK

i stand up, stumbling away from gwen and turning towards my door.

"shit shit shit shit shit," i say, smiling to myself and to gwen. she stands up and collects herself, attempting to take her hair that had become slightly wild from my hands running through it.

i do the same while also straightening my clothes. "coming!" i yell.

"so soon," gwen whispers, throwing me a wink.

i gasp, a mix between a laugh and a scoff leaving my lips.

i turn back to the door, shooing gwen to one of the corners out of view of the door before opening the door.

"hey!"

peter.

"hey, parker. what's... how- uh- why are you here?"

peter shrugs. "gwen and i had plans at 4, and it's 5 right now, and i haven't seen her yet."

i didn't know gwen had plans! she always forgets these fucking plans, and now parker is at my door looking for gwen, aka my secret girlfriend hiding in a corner in my fucking room!

"oh, that sucks, i'm sorry," i say, gritting my teeth as i hear the very faint giggles of gwen.

parker shrugs. "yeah. i stopped by her house, and she wasn't there. and i thought since you're always hanging around her..."

"you think i know where she is," i say.

parker nods. "so..."

i shrug. "i... don't..."

the boy nods. "alright."

i'm about to close the door before peter lodges his foot between the wooden door. "look, just tell me the truth. is she here and you're just covering for her?"

"i- uh... well..."

peter chuckles and gazes behind me. "i'll see you at school, gwen!"

he finally moves his foot away and walks away from my room.

i slam the door shut before gwen topples over, bursting out laughing.

"this isn't funny, gwen! i had to lie to peter, and he's a really nice boy!" i scold, walking over to her and slapping her shoulder.

she only laughs even more. "i'm sorry, baby," she finally says after her laughter fit is over. "i forgot. besides, it's so easy to get distracted when i'm with my wonderful girlfriend!"

she wraps her arms around my neck as mine snake around her waist, resting loosely on her hips.

she pulled my into a quick kiss, smiling as she pulls away.

"i'm sorry you had to lie to peter," gwen says, her nose nudging mine.

i sigh. "i forgive you, i guess," i say.

gwen chuckles and presses another kiss to my lips.

"i love you."

"i love you more, stacy."

flirty drunk

jesper fahey x reader

type: fluff

word count: ~1.5k

warnings: alcohol, implied bisexuality (idk if that’s a warning), gambling, a lil self doubt

summary: after a night of gambling, jesper gets a little drunk. who knew he was so flirty when he got tipsy?

the crow club was busy. like usual.

but among all the chaos, i could still spot jesper gambling his money away.

he was always either at a table drinking away with friends or at a gambling table. today, the latter was the case.

he threw his cards down, laughing dryly. i knew he had lost.

i walked over to him wrapping my arms loosely around his neck from behind. jesper was still babbling away, even with me near him.

"how much did you lose, jes?"

"nothing much. 10 kruge."

"35," the man officiating the game butted in.

i laughed as jesper sent him a glare. "i thought we were friends, man," he whispered.

i leaned towards jesper. "well, i think jesper's gambled enough for one night. i'm going to steal him away," i say, pulling him up.

everyone else at the table lets out a whistle as jesper whines.

"love, it's not that much. i bet i can win—"

"win it back? jesper, you have the luck of a one-legged dog."

everyone laughed as jesper only whined more. i plopped him down at a table with inej and nina seated at it.

"i'll be back with some shots. be a good boy, and don't move," i tell jesper, who had taken to pouting. he nodded resentfully but kept frowning.

i went to the bar and ordered some shots. i looked around while they were being made. jesper was still at the table, talking excitedly with nina and inej. i smiled at the sight.

i took the shots and placed them on the table. jesper immediately downed a shot and set it back down.

"someone's thirsty," nina commented, looking at the empty shot glass on the table.

"y/n said i couldn't gamble," jesper said, looping his arm around my shoulder.

"he had lost 35 kruge," i argued.

"you don't need to defend yourself. jesper gambling is never a good thing," inej says, taking a shot and drinking it.

jesper yelled a bit as nina, inej, and i all laughed at him.

a few hours later, i had not taken a sip of alcohol but jesper was extremely inebriated.

"y/n, darling, you're gorgeous. y'know that, right?" jesper told me, his words slurred.

inej and nina giggled at his behavior.

"so you're a flirty drunk?" i ask jesper, watching him stare at my face.

"i just speak the truth when i'm tipsy. and the truth is you have the face and body of a greek goddess," jesper says, blushing.

i laugh. "i think we need to get you to bed."

"yours or mine?"

nina, inej, and i laugh at the bit as i attempt to hide my blush.

"your bed, jes," i tell him, standing up.

jesper smiles. "feel free to join, love," he says as he winks.

nina and inej are thrown into another fit of laughter at jesper's attempts to flirt.

"okay, jesper. let's get you to bed."

jesper tells nina and inej goodbye before following me to the slat. (not without a few stumbles.)

once i got him to his room, i opened the door and i allowed him to walk inside. he walked into his room and plopped down on his bed as soon as he got close enough.

"this bed is so cold," jesper said, turning over so that he's belly-up. "if only you were in it with me."

i shake my head in amusement. "you're really dead set on getting me in bed with you, aren't you?"

"wouldn't any reasonable man be?" jesper said, propping himself up on his elbows so he can look at me. "or woman for that matter."

i laugh at him. "i'll sleep in your bed tonight if you get dressed right now," i tell him.

jesper immediately scrambled into action, stripping off his clothes immediately. i try to look away but it's pretty damn difficult considering his build. he's attractive. very attractive.

he slips on some sleeping pants and opens his arms. "dressed!" he says excitedly.

"where's your shirt?" i ask, noticing his bare torso.

"i don't wear a shirt to sleep, love," jesper says, winking.

i laugh and shake my head. "get in the bed. i'm going to go get ready," i say.

"you better come back! i trust you!" jesper yells, slipping under the covers.

"i promise i'll come back," i say, smiling at him.

"okay!" jesper says.

i go to my room and change into a sleeping shirt and shorts. i walk back to jesper's room.

he's still awake, but i can tell he's getting sleepy.

"hello, my love. you look gorgeous even in pajamas," jesper says, looking over at me. "i bet you'd look even better in nothing."

i blush at that. "jes, you big flirt."

i crawl under the sheets, already feeling the warmth of jesper's body.

"why'd you have to wear a shirt? i can't feel your skin," jesper whines.

"did you want to feel my skin?" i ask him, amused by the boy's drunk antics.

"yes," jesper says, tugging at my shirt.

i sit up. "you really want me to take off my shirt?"

"yes."

"why should i?"

"because i've done everything you wanted me to."

i thought about it for a second before taking off the shirt and throwing it to the side. i had an undershirt on, so i wasn't too concerned. i laid back down.

"better?" i ask as jesper traces shapes on my bare arms.

"much," he says, a huge grin on his face.

jesper loops his arms around my waist, resting his head on my chest.

"jes?"

"hmm?"

"what are you doing?"

"going to sleep."

"are you going to be using my chest as a pillow when you sleep?"

"yes."

"okay."

"i love you."

"i love you too, jes."

"not like that."

"what do you mean?"

"i love you."

"i love you too."

and then he fell asleep.

and i fell asleep, my mind on what just happened.

does he love me? or does he just love me as a friend? or is it just the alcohol talking? well they say drunk words are sober thoughts. i'll deal with this in the morning.

i woke up only to see jesper still asleep, his arms and legs wrapped around me with his head on my chest. my arms were around his neck loosely.

i just smiled down at him. he looked still and peaceful for once. i had never seen him like this before.

my hands went to his hair as i started to play with it.

jes' hair was extremely soft. it felt like clouds. and it was curly. i could take each little strand of hair and twist it around my finger if i wanted.

i started to just run my fingers through his hair and massage his scalp.

"if i knew you liked my hair this much, i would've let you do this before now."

i looked down to see jesper with a lopsided smile, looking at me.

"sorry," i said, removing my hand from his hair.

jesper grabbed my hand before my fingers fully left my hair. "don't stop. it feels nice," he tells me.

i allow my hands to start playing with his hair again.

"morning, by the way," jesper says, his words slightly slurred.

"morning. did you sleep well?" i ask.

"spectacularly. i had the best pillow in ketterdam," he says.

i laugh at him. "headache yet?"

"i've built up a resistance to hangovers, darling."

"really? i thought you'd at least have a headache. you drank quite a lot last night."

"speaking of last night, how'd you end up in my bed? not that i'm complaining."

"you wouldn't shut up about me sleeping with you, so i caved."

"and your shirt is on the ground because..."

"you said you wanted to feel my skin."

"what else did i say?"

"you told me you loved me."

jesper's eyes went wide, but my hands never stopped.

"i said what?"

"you said 'i love you.' so i said 'i love you too, jes.' and then you said 'not like that.' and i said 'what do you mean?' and you said 'i love you.' and i said 'i love you too.'"

jesper blinked at me. "did you know what i meant?"

"i know exactly what you meant."

"so why'd you say it back?"

"because i love you too."

then jesper looked up at me with the biggest smile.

so i took my hands out of his hair and put one on each of his cheeks, and i kissed him.

his lips were soft and warm, and they still tasted a bit like whiskey. but it was perfect. he was perfect. his lips moved perfectly against mine while me moved so that his body was hovering above mine.

we pulled apart for air as he smiled down at me.

"is this why you bought us shots?"

"no. but i'm happy with the result."

he smiled and leaned down to pull me into another kiss.

james potter is so jack kelly coded, and i’ll leave that there.

right where you left me.

peter parker x reader

type: angst with a fluff ending

word count: ~1.8k

warnings: break-up, sadness, depression

summary: when peter leaves y/n alone at their diner, y/n feels stuck in place.

inspo: “right where you left me” by taylor swift

a/n: specifically written for andrew garfield’s peter but can be tobey or tom’s

i jumped at the sound of my phone ringing. i turned around and picked up my phone, clicking 'accept' and holding it to my ear.

"hello?" i say.

"hey."

peter.

peter's voice sounded a little wobbly, like he was anxious or something.

"hey, babe," i say, smiling to myself. "what's up?"

"umm... you know our diner?" he asks.

"of course i know our diner, peter," i say. there was this diner - mel's - that peter and i always went to when we would study together. we went there on our first date and had our first kiss over one of their ice cream sundaes.

"do you think we could meet there soon? like half an hour maybe?" he asks.

"of course! i'll see you there in 30! love you," i say.

"bye," peter says, before hanging up.

----

i walked into the diner, smiling at the hostess as the door closed behind me. i walked to a booth in the corner of a diner and waited for peter.

after a few minutes, i hear the bell on top of the door ring. i look up and see peter, looking around the diner. i wave him over to my booth. he walks over.

"hey, peter," i say, pulling him into a hug. he quickly pulls away, sitting in the seat across from mine.

"hey, y/n," he says.

i sit down, smiling at him. i pick up a menu, reading over the options. "you know, i saw on one of the signs near the door that the special-"

"i don't think i can be with you anymore," peter says suddenly.

i drop my menu onto the table. "what?"

"i just... it's nothing you did. it's me. i can't..." peter stumbles over his words.

i feel my eyes go glossy. "did you..." i start. i hear my own voice trip over itself. "is there someone else?"

"no!" peter says. "n-no! well... kind of. but not in the way you think!" he says.

i can feel my mascara start to run.

"don't cry. please, y/n," peter pleads.

"what? you're just going to break up with me and then expect me not to cry? you found someone new and then told me that at my favorite diner. where we met! and you expect me not to cry?" i whisper to him.

peter sighs. "you make me sound horrible," he says.

"you're not horrible, peter," i say, placing my hand over his. "you're absolutely wonderful in every well ay. i just... i don't want this to end."

he composed himself. "i'm sorry. i hope i'll see you around," peter says. and with that he's up and gone.

i finally let his words sink in. he left me. he found someone new. he doesn't want me.

i sat there, in the little dingy corner of our diner, and cried.

i cried over all the hours we spend together. i cried over all the now-bittersweet memories we had in the diner. i cried over the big question: what had i done wrong? i cried over the future i had planned for us slipping through my fingers.

i sat there for a few minutes before a woman came up to me.

she had a waitress' uniform on. she looked familiar. probably the hostess from the front door.

she asked me if i was okay. i nodded and wiped away the mascara that had begun to stain my cheeks.

she asked me if i wanted anything. i shrugged. she told me she knew just what i needed and walked off.

i cried some more and then the waitress came back. she placed a sundae in front of me. she called it the heartbreak special.

i chuckled softly as she walked away.

i ate it and stared at the wall. my mind was reeling. i didn't know what to think, what to say. i didn't even have any tears left.

soon, i felt a tap on my shoulder. the waitress was standing beside me. she asked me when i was planning on going home.

i shrugged.

she asked me if it was soon, because the cook wanted to go home.

i told her i had only been there for a minutes. she told me i had been there for a few hours.

my breath stuttered in my lungs and i rose, placing a $10 bill in her hands. she told me i could come back any time. she told she'd whip something right up for me whenever i wanted.

i thanked her and left, my heart feeling like it had been ripped in two.

----

i sat in the corner of the diner again, like  had everyday for the past three weeks.

the little booth was a form of both comfort and pain. it was like a drug -- i just kept coming back to that stupid seat like it was a drug.

the waitress, who i had learned was named betty, continued to bring me little snacks. it wasn't sundaes everyday (sometimes she would bring something a smidge healthier).

everyday i waited. i waited for peter to come back. i waited for him to barge in with his new girlfriend. i waited for him to call me. i waited for him to burst through the door and get on his hands and knees and beg for my forgiveness.

but he never did.

i just stayed there. the wait staff, my parents, my friends all expected me to find some perspective, but i just sat and stared.

----

i finished my math homework, tucking the notebook into my backpack.

"hey hun," betty said, smiling down at me. "my shift is almost over. wanna go somewhere with me?"

i shake my head. "writing assignment," i say, pulling out the notebook.

"what's the assignment?" she asks.

"writing a poem. at least two stanzas," i say.

she nods. "got any ideas?" she asks.

i shrug. "i was thinking about writing one about this diner. i don't know," i say.

betty smiles at me, one of her warm smiles that makes me forget why i'm in this little corner again. "that's a good idea, y/n. you should go for it."

"thanks, betty," i say.

i spin my pencil around in my fingers. i start scribbling down words, trying to figure out what i want to say.

----

an hour later, i finally have a poem.

help, i'm still at the restaurant still sitting in the corner i haunt cross-legged in the dim light they say, "what a sad sight"

i stayed there dust collected on my pinned-up hair i'm sure that you got someone out there love and dancing, but i'm unaware 'cause i'm right where

i cause no harm, mind my business if our love died young, i can't bear witness and it's been so long but if you ever think you got it wrong

i'm right where you left me

i close my notebook and slip it in my backpack. i leave a tip on the table and walk out the diner.

i'm right where you left me, peter. come back to me.

----

it had been over a year since peter left me in the diner. i still sat in my corner everyday.

he never came back.

i'd stop perking up when the bell on the door rang.

i stopped asking betty if she'd seen a tall, lanky brunette with a skateboard come in.

but i never stopped sitting at the booth.

one day, i was reading a book, my legs folded underneath. it was like every other day.

the familiar bell above the door rang, and i continued to read.

soon, i heard the familiar shuffling of betty's shoes.

"uhh... hun?" she says.

without looking up, i say, "yes?"

"someone just walked in."

i looked up.

it was impossible. it was peter.

he looked 10 years older, his face aged with grief. despite the sadness permanently settled into his features, i could still feel the boy-ish presence of peter.

i called his name out.

"peter?"

he turned towards me, his face contorting into some strange emotion that was a mix between confusion, relief, and fear.

"y/n?"

i couldn't help myself.

i ran to him, flinging myself into his arms. he hugged me back.

"what are you doing here?" i ask him, my arms still around him.

"what are you doing here?" he asks.

i pull away, smiling at him. "you first."

he shrugs. "i don't know. this place is comforting. i needed comfort," he says.

i smile softly at him.

"what happened? if you don't mind me asking," i say, sitting back down in my spot.

he sits across from, his shoulders rising and falling in a shrug. "just a... jumble of things."

i nod.

"so, why are you here?" he asks.

"i never left," i say. "ever since we... you know... i just kept coming back. i don't know why."

"oh god. i really messed up, didn't i?" he mumbled to himself.

i chuckle to myself. "it's fine, really."

"no, it's not," he says. "i pulled away from you because i was scared but i messed up."

"what do you mean?" i ask.

in an instant, some string shoots out his wrist towards the salt shaker. it attaches to the shaker and springs into his hand.

"what the hell..."

it finally clicks.

"you're spiderman?!" i whisper-yell at him, my eyes wide.

he nods, placing the salt shaker down. "i didn't want you to get hurt," peter says. "i was stupid. i'm sorry."

"it's okay, peter. i get it, but... i wish you had just told me."

he puts on a bittersweet smile. "i wish i did, too."

i smile. "then let's start over," i say. "let's put all that bad shit behind us and start again."

he chuckles. "it's not that easy," he says.

"yes it is," i say. i hold out my hand for her to take. "hi. my name is y/n."

peter just chuckles and shakes my hand. "my name is peter parker."

"well, it's nice to know you, peter parker." i let go of peter's hand and turn to the bar where many of the waitresses are gathered and whispering to each other. (no doubt about how someone was finally sitting with me.)

"betty!" i call over to the waitress. she smiles over at me.

"yeah, hun?" she calls.

"can you bring us something?" i ask.

"one heartbreak- uh... i'll bring something right over!" she yells.

i feel my cheeks flush.

"heartbreak?" peter asks.

i shake my head, giggling to myself a bit. "it's a joke she likes to make."

peter laughs along with me.

after a few minutes, betty drops off a sundae in front of the two of us. "bon appetit, lovebirds," she says.

peter and i both flush red as we take our spoons and dig in.

peter flashes me one of his goofy smiles, and i can't help but share in it.

i was right where you left me.