Was Searching For This And I FOUND IT

was searching for this and I FOUND IT

𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆 𝗺𝗲 - 𝗽𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: peter wants to be babied.

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𝗮/𝗻: hey guys!! it has been nearly a year since i’ve last written and i just wanna say i’m sorry for leaving for so long </3 please do bear with me, this may not be that good judging by how long it’s been since i’ve last written. i hope you enjoy though! also for everyone who has requested something, i haven’t forgotten about you! i’m getting to those soon :)

“please hold me” 

it’s nearly 1am and you’re sprawled out on your bed watching some random movie that was playing on tv. you’ve been up waiting for hours for peter to come by after patrol, and now he’s finally here sneaking in through your window.

“are you okay baby? you finished up pretty late” you question softly as you take off his mask and brush his hair out of his face.

“i’m fine. i just want you to hold me” he says tiredly and practically puts all of his body weight on you, causing you both to fall back onto your bed.

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welcome back from the dead !

reach me ☆— p. sunghoon

synopsis ➔ sunghoons love language is touch, and yours is quality time. you need reassurance that that’s okay.

pairing ➔ bf!sunghoon x reader

genre ➔ fluff

word count ➔ idk but trust it’s short.

warnings ➔ tiny angst, fluff, reader needs some reassurance. um i think it can be read for any gender/pronouns but lemme know if not 😜

a/n ➔ why do i feel the need to reassurance fics with sunghoon. like that nightmare one i did. maybe that should tell me something…. oh well!! enjoy! OMG ALSO this is kinda all over the place bc i absolutely forgot whatever ideas i had for this. jesus long ass a/n okay bye.

you slump your shoulders and sigh, bringing a hand to your head, palm on your forehead.

a throbbing made a crescendo when you bend down to drop your bag. all you wanted was a rest, some water, and sunghoon.

he’s already looking at you from the couch, a slight furrow in his brows, when you look up. your dress shirt is wrinkled and half tucked when he sits up silently.

“headache.” you say in an almost whisper, filling the warm silence as you head for the bathroom. you longed for him to follow and envelop you in warmth, but instead you opted for the water. which washed you, which sunghoon probably couldn’t.

you emerge in one of your boyfriends shirts and long pants to cover you from the cool breeze.

“do you want something to eat?” he asks quietly, taking in consideration the banging in your head and chest. he knew how you looked on a good work day, and he definitely knew how you looked a bad one. and also how to take care of you.

he always took care of you, and you always tried to do the same but you didn’t have the same skills as him.

shaking your head, you slowly approach sunghoon and the couch.

he opened his arms for you to slump in his chest. the urge to stuff your face in his chest tempted you before you could, taking a mental step back. he’s probably tired too.

“somethings bothering you. and it’s not just work.”

how does he know that?

not wanting to bother him, you accept his invitation.

with his arms wrapped around you, and your body crammed in with your hands awkwardly laying where they assumed they should go. he felt comfortable but did you? how did he always know what to do? why didn’t you?

maybe it was a fatigue that made you question your qualifications to be his partner, but fatigue was winning. you lay your head on his chest, something you would never do.

“how do you know what to do?”

“im gonna need more context, y/n.”

you sigh and smile a tad. “i mean, like, being a boyfriend. i’m already gonna fall asleep in your arms even though i’m still stressed from work.” you take a second and look up to him, “how do you know how to make me feel like this?”

he chuckled, “it’s not knowing. it’s more like, instinct.”

“but whenever i have an ‘instinct’ i feel like it’s clingy or too much.”

he blinks, “god, that makes me wonder how clingy you think i am.”

it’s your turn to furrow your brows, wondering how sunghoon could every think he’s too clingy. it made you realise that his love language, something you read about in your early teens, was entirely physical touch. when you first met him, 10th grade, maths class, you could have never imaged it.

“you’re good at that, not being clingy. you know how much is too much, how little is too little.” you confess. it makes you think about how your energy levels control how you hold your tongue. sunghoon smiles at the odd compliment, running his hand softly up and down your upper arm.

“it doesn’t worry me one bit, you shouldn’t be worried either. you know why? because you show me love in other ways. apparently you don’t even realise it.” he responds softly, receiving a raised eyebrow from you. “you spend time with me. every second you get. i love it.”

“you come grocery shopping with me, come with me when i need gas. not only that, but you take me places you know i’ll like. it means more than you think, y/n.”

jutting your bottom lip out, you stuff your face back into his chest. you can feel his light laugh through his chest, also feeling the sleep returning. the reassurance from sunghoon, now knowing that he liked, even loved, everything you tried to bring to the relationship lifted the weight of a thousand thoughts off your strained shoulders. and your headache.

his hands continue to comfort you, his own pride in making his girlfriend feel better making his heart bloom.

“get some rest, y/n.”

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a/n pt. 2: let’s not talk about how i change my writing style every fic. let’s ignore that.

I’m trying not to giggle while sitting at the table after dinner with my family

“get him! go! g— ah! ahh! nooo, you died!” you slump against the bed in defeat, shaking your head disappointedly.

wonwoo turns, with a surprised smile. “how long have you been watching me?”

you return his smile with a shrug from where you lie — stomach down on the bed, facing the television, while he sits on the floor at the foot of the bed, holding a controller in his hands. your boyfriend’s muttered curses had distracted you from the novel in your hands, so you’d eventually set it aside to watch him defeat zombies with round eyes. “a while, i guess?” you answer his question sheepishly, and he smiles again, ruffling your hair.

he leans back against the bed, so his head and your head are level. “you want to play?” he offers.

you blink. “i don’t know how to play this game.”

wonwoo doesn’t hesitate. “i’ll teach you.”

“really?”

“come here.” he helps you slide off the bed to join him on the floor, and begins explaining the rules to you, pointing out this and that on the controller — and you’re trying to listen, you really are! but he just looks so cosy and pretty that you get distracted, by the way the afternoon light catches his eyes, the way his lips move as he speaks, that you’re not really hearing anything about zombies, simply looking up at him with adoring eyes.

eventually, he catches on to your lack of attention, and frowns. “baby,” he tries. “babe.”

you snap out of it, shaking your head. “yes! yes! sorry! i’m sorry, i was listening!”

he cocks his head to the side. “you were not.”

“okay, sorry,” you drag out, guiltily, with heat rising to your cheeks. “you just — ” you wave a hand vaguely, and he raises a brow.

“i just?” he prompts.

“nothing, i just — you just looked really nice, and the light was all like— wow, and then i got — ”

wonwoo’s smile grows as you keep speaking, stumbling over your words in your embarrassment at being caught. until eventually, he rescues you from your misery, cutting you off with a soft kiss pressed to your lips, lifting one hand to cup your cheek, before pulling back.

he raises his brows. “now are you ready?”

"Four Crows Investigation" - Kaz Brekker x Reader

[vulgar language]

SUMMARY: After Nina makes a passing comment about Brekker’s heartbeat, three crows join her in an investigation to uncover the true nature of your relationship with Kaz.

WORDCOUNT: ~ 1.4k

>>Grishaverse-inspired playlist<<

Sitting around the table, leaning forward in a secretive manner, the four Crows look nothing short of a conspiracy. Their appearance is in no way deceptive - that’s exactly the reason for their meeting. Nina looks between Jesper’s and Wylan’s shoulders, checking whether you and Kaz are in any way suspicious of their gathering. For now, you look a little too preoccupied with each other. Time for the final conference.

The Heartrender leans even further towards her friends, looking between them with a questioning gaze. She seems to be the most excited about this ‘secretive investigation’, as she called it a week ago, but that should not come as a surprise - all of this has been her idea from start to finish. The moment she noticed Kaz’s heartbeat significantly pick up when you showed up in a ball gown in an attempt to mix in with the immorally wealthy crowd at the banquet, Nina simply had to know more. Her friends, although reluctant at first, joined the scheme out of their own meddling.

“So, what did you manage to find out?” She’s trying to keep her voice quiet but the sheer excitement makes it difficult.

“I still don’t understand why we’re doing this,” Wylan stutters out while shaking his head gently. He may be part of a crime syndicate now but spying on his friends, and his boss, just seems too far.

“Because we care about them?” Jesper asks with fake worry in his voice. Then, a devious smile appears on his face. “And we’re morbidly curious.”

“Can’t we just ask them, then?”

“As if either of them is going to say something,” Inej grunts. Knowing both of you fairly well, she never expected a straightforward question to get anything outside of a snarky comment or a side-eye.

Nina impatiently taps her hand on the table. “Alright, who goes first?”

╚ Jesper’s Evidence  ╝

He knows Kaz is going to get angry the moment he walks through the door but, at the same time, Jesper’s kind of out of options. As much as he hates to admit it to himself and definitely will not do it aloud, he’s facing an impasse.

The moment he pushes the door open, your and Kaz’s eyes snap towards him. He makes a note of your shoulders - brushing against one another as you’re standing over scattered papers, a little too close for practicality or for the closeness to be accredited to accident. You’re definitely giving the impression that he walked in at an inconvenient moment.

But Jesper is good at bluffing, never giving away that he noticed the thought-provoking lack of space between you. “Carliogne won’t talk unless he sees the contract you signed with Bruglione,” he informs. “His reasoning is that we’re probably trying to fuck him over.”

Kaz stares at him for a moment with an unreadable expression. “We are,” he finally answers.

“Well, he doesn’t need to know that for now, does he?”

“It makes sense,” you speak up. Pondering, you nod to yourself. “If he sees the contract, he’ll become less cautious and playing him should be even easier. Just wait a second,” you wave your hand at Jesper, “I think I put it in the bottom drawer.”

The moment you crouch behind the desk, Jesper’s eyes catch movement - Kaz is covering the edge of the table over your head with his hand. Considering that he’s looking at papers in the opposite direction, he might not even be aware of this little habit. The gunslinger stifles a smile. Nina is going to love this.

Soon, you stand back up at the protective hand reaches to flip through a wad of documents as though nothing has happened. Extending your arm towards Jesper, you offer him the folded contract between your two fingers.

“Please, don’t get it stained.”

“Can’t make promises,” he says with a cheeky smile as he snatches the paper from you.

Jesper hears your groan right before he closes the door behind himself.

╚ Wylan’s Evidence  ╝

Wylan rarely got ‘field work’ aside from setting up explosives. The out-of-ordinary occasions were stake-outs, when he’d sit in one place for hours on end waiting for something to happen, having only Jesper’s company to pass the time - not that there’s anything wrong with that. In fact, that’s the only part that makes those ‘patrol duties’ bearable.

 Although he feels uneasy creepily watching, he’s supposed to wait for an agreed-on sign to carry out his part in the plan. And with Jesper gone to the bathroom, the responsibility of staying vigilant is his only. Sitting on the carriage bench, he has a good view of the street but most of his attention surrounds a certain table at a boulangerie near the junction. You and Kaz are doing a great job at looking common - just drinking coffee, chatting, completely run-of-the-mill people and definitely not hardened criminals ready to call their companions to action when their prey is in sight.

Wylan suddenly sits up, hardly believing the scene unfolding before his eyes: you offer Kaz your bagel and he just… bites it. No glares, no scowls, he just takes a bite and you continue the conversation. Maybe Nina was right and something is up.

The carriage shakes slightly as Jesper gets back on it. “What did I miss?” he asks in an upbeat voice.

╚ Inej’s Evidence ╝

It’s the middle of the night but Inej rarely works at other times. Only one thing stands between her and the comfort of her bed - Kaz. She’s well-aware that he’s still going to be working at this hour, making her wonder once more: when does he rest?

Kaz seems to be expecting her as he doesn’t even flinch when she barges into his office. He just looks up at her for a moment, only to return to writing something. Inej is about to tell him what Lorenzzo Carliogne had been up to during the day, when her eyes focus on a surprising singularity: the daybed standing in the corner of the office, used as an additional shelf or a desk most of the time, is occupied. First, she realizes that it’s you sleeping on it but then another, a much more interesting detail, catches her eye in the dim candlelight of the room - you’re covered with a coat that undoubtedly looks like it belongs to Kaz.

“I take it there’s a reason you’re here at this hour?” Brekker brings her attention back to himself.

“Yes,” she starts, sparing you one last glance before looking at Kaz, “Carliogne lives with his wife and three children. Staff comes in through a separate pair of doors, only the main chef and butler have keys to it. There’s a rotation in guards during lunch.”

“Good,” he answers. Kaz looks up at Inej but again, it’s just for a moment - his focus is soon directed at the papers in front of him.

A silence falls. The thought to inquire about you, the daybed and his coat passes her thoughts but an instinct dissuades her from doing so. Because realistically, what sort of answer would Kaz give her anyway? It’s better to spare herself the snark and just go to bed.

The four friends look between each other, curious whether all of them came to the same conclusion. Tense excitement hangs in the air. There is a certain aspect of juvenile nosyness that entices them, making this whole over-the-top operation fun and not just a gossip convention.

A pout twists Nina’s face. It would have looked sad if it wasn’t for her raised eyebrows, making her expression more compassionate than woeful. “They’re so in love it’s kind of embarrassing,” she announces.

Three pairs of eyes follow her pitiful gaze to the faraway table where you’re sitting with Kaz, oblivious to the interest the Crows have in you. It looks like you’re retelling him a story, gesturing wildly with one of your hands, while the other is kept on the table, underneath his gloved fingers. Kaz is just nodding along, answering something shortly from time to time. 

“Just look at them,” Jesper says with a sense of misguided pride as though he had some contribution in the makings of the couple. He’s shaking his head with amusement. “How could we ever had any doubts?”

“Do you think they know that we know?” Wylan asks quietly.

Inej shrugs. “I don’t think they care.”

hey have I mentioned he’s cute ?

ANDREW GARFIELD as Peter Parker in THE AMAZING SPIDER-MAN (2012) dir. Marc Webb