Help!!!! I Can't Stop Reading Fanfics About Sebastian Stan. I Need Urgent Therapy!!!!

Help!!!! I can't stop reading fanfics about Sebastian Stan. I need urgent therapy!!!!

So cute😍😍

peter parker swinging by your bedroom window, full suit and everything, just to hand you a single wildflower he chaotically just picked from the side of the road. (who knows why he’s doing it, maybe he’s just being adorable, maybe he fucked up and is trying to apologise?)

my first ever peter fic!! i hope you like this, ilysm ♡︎ | fem!reader, fluff, 0.8k

warning: reader having summertime sadness

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You've been feeling shitty, like really very shitty. A type of feeling that one gets when they're kicked out of the house with no money? Yeah, that kind of crappy and for no reason. That makes it even worse. 

You tried everything, from making some tea for yourself to doing your hair to cleaning your room and even clearing the god damn spam emails. Nothing worked. It sort of felt good to be doing something, at least you're not sitting idle, but the overwhelming feeling never left.

It's sticky and humid today and you're just waiting for the sun to go down. Summers suck.

You're loathing the weather when something hits your window. Like a bird, a very large bird or something.

Nevermind, It's your boyfriend. You see him before you can panic.

He and his weird ways, You smile a little and slide the window door open.

“Hi” he says breathlessly, as he sits down leaning against the wall, just as he enters. Mouth slightly open, gasping for air. He's in his spiderman suit with the ever present bag on his back. 

Which is quite a feeling because he usually doesn't show up like that. And you still don't know how to react knowing your own boyfriend is a vigilante. Quite too much to digest.

“Everything okay?” you ask, worried.

“Yeah. I'm cool.” he replies, getting up. A smile on his pretty face as he does so.

“Well?” you gesture towards his getup. 

“Oh yeah, that— I was on my way to meet you and then, let's say I happened to cross paths with an old, not so friendly friend.”

Understandable. 

“You're okay right?” you inquire, running your gaze from his head to toe, looking for any sort of bruise or cuts. Hands reaching to rub his shoulders up and down softly.  

“Ouch!” Peter feigns hurt, just to see that look on your face. skittish and way too scared for him. You're just so easy to tease, not that he's complaining. Truthfully his heart blooms with love whenever you worry over him. It's sort of lovely. Very very lovely.

 “Oh fu- I'm so sorry.” 

“Don't be, I was kidding.” he says, planting a quick kiss on your forehead and then immediately. “Oh, hey I got something.” 

He shrugs off the bag, puts it on your study desk. You watch his hand when he zips it open, you watch his arm when he lifts the bunch of green stems up, purple, pinks and whites adorning the top of it. 

“They reminded me of you.” Peter says, and You watch his lips curve upwards, brown eyes shining as he extends his hands to give you the flowers, so earnestly.

And you're not going to cry. Definitely not going to cry. Nobody cries in these kind of situations. You think. How do they react though? You don't know.

You have given plenty of gifts to your friends and family but never been on the receiving end ever. And the fact that he thought of you, like he really looked at the flower and thought of you? The thought makes you a bit dizzy but with love and something melancholic. You'd like to blame your mood earlier.

Which is why, though you didn't mean it, your lips slightly curve downwards and before you could stop it, tears manage to escape your eyes, down to your cheeks. You fucking hate yourself.

“Hey no- I- is it something i did?.” he asks, a hand reaching for your face instinctively, baffled by the response. 

Why would you cry, unless he hit a nerve? You're fairly new in your relationship and even though he knows alot about you, there are still plenty of things he doesn't know, yet. Though you literally know everything about him. 

“No.” you shake your head, “ it's just- nobody ever did something like this” you say, furtively. 

“I love them,” you tell him, bringing the flowers closer to your chest. 

He looks at you, fondly with so much adoration in his eyes as he wipes your tears with his thumb, his fingers behind your ear. 

“thank yo—” he cuts you off connecting his lips with yours. A hand snakes down to your waist, pulling you closer, the other holding your face.

For a second you freeze and then time. You lax in his hold, closing your eyes shut, letting the dizziness of love take over.

It takes a second to recover from the love haze when he pulls away. 

“What was that for?” you ask and Peter smiles looking at your love sick face.

“I don't need a reason to kiss my girlfriend.” he says, matter of factly before doting a few more kisses on your face. 

“You're crushing my flowers.” You giggle, the precious sound he longs to listen to whenever you're not around. 

That's okay. He thinks. He's going to bring you Chamomile and Tulips tomorrow, Chrysanthemum and Hyacinths the day after and more day after day until the novelty wears off or better he'd make you a garden. 

In the next 3 months, you will be richer, happier, wiser and healthier!

Reblog to affirm!

In love, specially with the last two💖💖🫠🫠

Louis Garrel

Finally found it!!!!💖💖😍😍

Falling For You (2021 Rewrite)  Series Masterlist

Summary: After being recruited to work for the Las Vegas Crime Lab as a ballistics/firearms expert, you develop feelings for a certain brown-eyed CSI level III. But what happens when you start receiving threats? 

Pairing: Nick Stokes x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit, NSFW, 18+

Warnings: fluff, canon-level action, smut

Total word count: ~42,000

A/N: This is set sometime in season 12. This was my very first piece of fanfiction, ever. Kind of fitting for it to be a CSI fic; the show played a big role in my life when I was younger. Completed April 2020. Rewrite completed March 2021.

Series Masterlist

Chapter 1: Wide Open Spaces

Chapter 2: Why Don’t We Just Dance

Chapter 3: That’s My Kind of Night 

Chapter 4: I Run to You

Chapter 5: Easy Silence

Chapter 6: She’s with Me

Chapter 7: The Difference

Epilogue: Bless the Broken Road

That's so true

sometimes the love of your life is a 40 year old french man…