Description: After Peter realizes
that he likes the reader, Ned
tells him that the only way for him to start acting normal around her again is
for him to tell her. This is proven to be difficult because Peter being, well
Peter, is unable to muster up the courage to do so. Instead, the reader’s
friendly neighborhood Spiderman pays her a visit.
Author’s Note: So I was lying earlier when I said that part 2 would be the last part. I’m notoriously bad at wrapping up stories though so this shouldn’t be surprising to me really. Anyways I’d like to give a special thanks to @lunastarwatcher for bouncing ideas with me and as always I hope you enjoy this fic.
Hello! Could I get Todoroki pining after his crush please?
pINING YEAAAAHHH thank you anon for my life
(I’m not sure if you wanted a scenario or hcs but it think hcs would help explain how he would act better. I hope that’s okay!)
He does that thing that cats do and he ends up being around his crush but not around them per say. Makes sure to keep a distance but also makes sure that he’s in their line of sight so that if his crush happens to glance up they see him. Works for all types of situations whether is it’s in classes, during training, or at lunch. His crush probably chalks it up as just a string of coincidences since it’s not obvious he’s doing it on purpose.
Tries to get his crush to see his better side and ends up showing off just a bit when they’re around. Especially likes to try and keep himself more calm and collected to try and impress just a bit. Anything he can do to catch his crush’s attention he probably tries at least once just to make sure they don’t catch on too quickly to what he’s doing. Wants to go for the slow build of realization for them to notice his affections towards them.
Comes up with the weirdest reasons to talk with his crush but when he does end up talking to them it’s hard for him to keep the conversation going. Attempts to keep encounters longer than they should so he can interact with them longer and hopefully be able to fit in a compliment or comment. Most of the time he just tries to admire from afar.
If he can he tries to do kind gestures to them such as helping them with mundane tasks that he sees them struggling with. Or even just goes out of his way to hold open a door or pick up something they’ve dropped. When he does help them with something he makes it a point to smile at them even if it’s just a small one.
If his crush is a friend of his he tends to fret over them just a little bit, asking if they’ve eaten recently and offer them food if they haven’t. If he hears them say something about getting something they’ve wanted for a long time he wastes no time getting it. Or even just regular things that they need he won’t hesitate to get for them. Makes a point to lend them things if they need it. Need a jacket? No problem, take his.
It’s easy to say that he becomes a little protective over his crush. If someone hurts them he’s the first to act on it, going immediately to distance them from whoever hurt them before ultimately taking off after the attacker. Would get flustered if his crush went to thank him with a hug or anything akin to that. Pinning for his crush’s attention is all well and good but when he actually get’s their attention he tends to get a little flustered and rejects it. Cue the repeating of the vicious cycle.
Bonus: If he ends up being found out and his crush approaches him about it he ends up acting a little brash. He denies it at first because he’s not sure how to handle being caught. When he admits his feelings to his crush he doesn’t wait for their reply and immediately goes to kiss them before realizing that his actions may have been a bit too bold.
4. Who leaves little notes in the other’s one lunch? (Bonus:
what does it say?)
Kitty! She’s usually the one making lunch in the first
place. It started when they were newlyweds and when they had she added to the
tradition and put little encouraging notes in their lunches too. As Laurie and
Eric got older they found the notes more embarrassing than loving and though it
broke her heart, Kitty stopped writing notes for her kids in their lunches.
Luckily she could still write little love notes to stick in with Red’s lunch.
Even when he retired if ever Kitty couldn’t join him for lunch that day she’s
leave him a prepare lunch in the fridge with a little love note folded on top.
When writing her notes for Red, Kitty tried to make each one
a little different. Here are few examples of the love notes Kitty left for Red
in his lunch over the years:
“Thank you for working hard and providing for our family. I
“Here’s a sweet treat for the sweetest man alive.”
“Enjoy your lunch, honey. You’ll have to wait till you get
home for your dessert. Meet you in the bedroom!”
Thank you very much for the question! *hug* I’m glad you
liked the questions, there are some really cute ones on the list aren’t there?
Flug sighed in frustration at the serious lack of Chinese takeout in the kitchen fridge. He only allotted himself 10 minutes for his lunch break, including the time it took to walk to the kitchen and back. Preparing food was not part of that time allotment.
“I told her not to eat my lunch.” He mumbled, heading over to the pantry and grabbing a cup-o-noodles, “Should’ve just put a sign up that said ‘Demencia: Flug’s Food, Please Eat All Of It!”
“And yet you’re the one who’s in love with her.” Flug added in his mind as he finally got to sit down with his food. It sort of caught the scientist by surprise, how readily he admitted his feelings to himself.
A loud noise from outside broke his train of thought, and he nearly dropped his noodles. Without thinking Flug ran outside, one hand on the new tranquilizer ray he’d been developing. If there was a hero causing problems, he would be ready.
Besides, he needed another test subject…
However what the young doctor was faced with out in the front of the mansion was Demencia, lost in a blind rage, relishing in destruction. There was a car turned upside down next to her, the screaming inside coming to a sickening stop once she passed by the driver’s side door. Flug watched in awe of her sheer destructive power for a moment. How did she even get the car upside down?
But he didn’t have time to work the math on that problem right now. Right now he had to work damage control.
“Demencia! Stop it!” He called out from the front yard. She paused for a moment and looked at Flug. It was a blank stare, as if his voice nearly pulled her from another place. Flug tried again, “Demencia! If Black Hat comes out here and sees all of this, I am going to be the one who get’s blamed so-”
“Black Hat!” She yelled. That’s right. He didn’t care about her. He refused to pay her any attention. Well, she would get it one way or another. The lizard-hooded girl felt the metal of the car buckle under her grip.
Flug grunted a bit, holding up his new ray gun. He would have to stop Demencia. He didn’t have a choice. If Black Hat saw this…
Demencia was too far into her rage to notice as Flug took aim. He didn’t want to shoot her, but he didn’t have a choice. At least he remembered to keep it on him today, rather than the flame thrower that customer ordered last week.
It took an impressive three shots to take demencia down, especially considering that one shot took down his last test subject and they were twice her size. Interesting.
However right now Flug had to worry about getting Demencia out of the street and safely back into the mansion. He didn’t worry too much about the car nor the presumably dead woman in the middle of the street, he would deal with that later, if the issue didn’t deal with itself when some other unaware civilian crashed into it. There was an unfinished robot in the lab that could do the job. Maybe he’d use that.
Flug held Demencia’s body in his arms bridal style. She cuddled into his warmth and he blushed. “You’re the one that’s in love with her.” The same thing he’d told himself earlier echoed again in his mind, reassuring him that his emotions for her were real.
Flug brought her to her room. It was unkempt, yet Flug could make out a surprisingly clever system of quasi-organization in the piles of the room.
“It suits her.” Flug thought with a smile hidden under that paper bag, setting her down on her bed. Silently, he removed a glove and brushed a hand over her cheek.
“I wish you would stop chasing him.” He sighed, “It’s not good for you, Demencia. And I worry about what it’s going to do to you….what it’s going to do to me.”
Demencia leaned into his touch, but Flug knew that she couldn’t be awake. Not after three hits with his tranquilizer gun, so he continued. It felt good to say everything out loud like this, and he couldn’t stop.
“I…I love you Demencia.” The words bust out of him, “And every time I ask you if you’re still chasing Black Hat, I’m really asking if I can stop chasing after you. I’m really asking if you’re finally going to let me catch you. My motivation for being a villain used to be just pure enjoyment, ambition combined with fascination and serious moral issues. But then…when I saw you and looked into your eyes for the first time…I had another motivation. I thought that if I became truly evil, maybe I could gain your attention, too.”
He turned a bit, embarrassed to have confessed everything like that. He nervously replaced his glove and grabbed his arm.
“Of course, you didn’t hear any of that, so I’ll just go back to the lab an-”
Demencia reached out and grabbed the back of Flug’s lab coat before he could leave the room. Flug’s eyes widened.
“How much of that did you hear?” He asked quietly. Demencia chuckled sleepily and pulled him into her grasp.
“Just keep chasing after that answer.” She smiled, holding him there and falling back asleep. Flug blushed, but soon released himself to fall asleep with her, finally done chasing.
Black Hat looked up from his work. Remarkably, he hand’t been bothered by Demencia for hours. With any luck, something terrible had happened. He chuckled darkly to himself.
But then he heard laughter coming from down the hall.
Black Hat looked up once again. Just Demencia’s laughter was a normal sound, but there…that was Flug. That was Flug laughing.
That was FLUG. LAUGHING.
With a sigh, the tall demon set down his work and made his way out of the office. To his surprise, he found his employees together laughing and talking with one another. There was no tv show on (Flug and Demencia did both enjoy shows together on occasion), and Black Hat raised an eyebrow.
They were all over one another. Demencia sat leaned up against Flug’s chest, playing with his gloved hand while they talked. Mystery solved.
Though surprised, Black Hat shrugged and turned to go back to his office. The laughter was a deplorable sound, but it sure beat having Demencia attached to him 24/7.
And when Flug became less productive (or at least when the tall man thought felt so) Black Hat couldn’t wait to use these emotions against him.
wow I can’t believe that new still of F/BI stiles is all the confirmation we need to know that derek is taking his boyfriend lunch everyday??? like look how happy he is!!! that dude behind him is defs a shipper
When my dad when to school he once found a dead cricket in his lunch, and when he brought it up they just said "Oh, another one" At my school the food wasn't bad (I attend private school) but we only had thirty minutes for lunch, and you aren't allowed to eat in the class rooms.
because, like, okay I can buy that maybe he can disguise himself well enough to hide the fact that he’s superman, but i doubt any amount of slouching and glasses wearing can truly disguise that he’s a very tall EXTREMELY muscular man with a jawline that can cut glass.
So basically this newspaper office has this guy who looks like a weightlifter/supermodel just hanging around but he wears glasses and acts like a huge nerd and everyone just goes with it???
Like “Oh yeah, that’s Clark. No no he works here. Oh no don’t bother being intimidated by him, talk to him for five minutes and he’ll devolve into a lecture on proper tractor maintenance. We like Clark.”
I wonder if the ladies in the office ever drag him with them to bars so they don’t have to worry about creeps trying to harass them like “back off creeps our friend here is 6′4″ and grew up chucking hay bales” And then it’s funny because (as far as they know) Clark is like, the meekest lil nerd around. (He don’t look it though!!!!)
It’s just incredible to me that Clark Kent can pull off being a quiet harmless dork while still looking like, well, superman.