The year is 2017. Cheritz has announced a V route. The fandom is in a state of madness. Several buildings are burning. Screaming can be heard from every direction. Hundreds have already been reported dead.
everyone’s makin fun of lena for all but handing over blueprints when kara smiled and batted her eyelashes AS IF kara didn’t change her entire career in a hot gay second when lena suggested she’d make a good reporter
was pretty much worth the price of admission, tbh:
When asked what he shipped, went off on a tangent about how when he first started conning few dared ask that question and he had no idea what it meant (while now he knows what an OTP is), and then said he wasn’t going to give his usual answers with the car or Bobby, before finally saying, ‘Well, I’ve written a lot of Wincest.’
Thinks Cas prefers to be an angel rather than a human (because he’s going to be a weird misfit dork as any species and at least as an angel he’s got superpowers).
When asked where is Sam’s handprint brand from when Cas pulled him out of hell, gave a pretty much unrepeatable answer about doing it where/how it wouldn’t leave a visible scar. It’s what you’re thinking, if you have a dirty mind. There were gestures. And the Cas voice (something like, “It might sting…”)
Confirmed the existence of X-rated cast&crew-party-only gag reels.
Is unbelievably adorable with his kids (which, obviously, but the way his voice changes around them, aww).
Would not win the Newlywed Game (because he and his spouse are not newlyweds!)
#justmarkthings ♡ happy birthday 2 this absolutely fully capable, multitalented, re(mark)able le(e)gend who basically ended everyone’s career just by existing! (rip them. they tried) thank you for everything, we love you!!! ♡
You jolted in your seat, looking around frantically as you were awoken from your half-asleep state. You noticed you were in class—asleep, nonetheless, something you’d never do—and when you turned to your right, you were greeted with two pair of eyes looking at you. One was amused and the other concerned.
“Oh,” you whispered groggily, clearing your throat and rubbing your eyes. You looked to the front of the classroom where the teacher was still teaching, and you sighed a breath of relief when you realized she didn’t seem to notice you dozing off. You looked back to your side where Peter and Ned sat. “Hey, guys.”
“Are you feeling okay?” Peter asked with furrowed eyebrows, pressing his hand to your forehead to check for a fever.
Your heart sped up in your chest, still not used to the touch of his skin against yours. Since the night two months ago when you had wiped the water from his chin and awkward air ensued, you had noticed Peter had been touching you more. Only in small, subtle ways, like leaning against you when you sat together, or swinging his arm around your shoulder when the two of you walked next to each other. And you couldn’t get used to it. You didn’t think you would ever get used to it.
And of course, the casual touches didn’t help with your still-growing feelings for your best friend. And you were still sure you could never tell him.
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you said quietly, not wanting to attract the teacher’s attention, and pushed his hand from your head. “Just tired.”
You scanned his body, looking for injuries. You were relieved to see Peter here and well, but you couldn’t help but be slightly angry at him for not messaging you last night that he wasn’t going to come over. You had stayed up all night, waiting anxiously for his knock on the window or at least for a call, but neither came. You watched the news, checking every channel you could think of, but there were no bad reports about Spiderman, nor good reports. There were no reports, which concerned you even more. You texted his phone and called and left voicemails, but with no response. For all you could’ve known, he was dead.
You had gotten no sleep over this boy, sick to your stomach thinking of every possibility as to why he wasn’t responding, and here he was now, in school, asking you if ‘you were okay.’
No, Peter, you weren’t okay.
“I’m okay, really! Don’t worry about me,” you smiled, lying through your teeth, but you didn’t think he noticed.
“I always worry about you,” he said in response, but he turned his face towards the front of the classroom before he could see your shock-stricken expression.
You looked towards the teacher as well, hiding your grin behind your hair. He worried about you. Always. Those weren’t words that Peter threw around lightly, but he seemed to say them a lot to you. But still, you wouldn’t let those words distract you from your hidden anger. You poked his arm to attract his attention, and he looked at you with raised eyebrows.
“Where were you last night?” You whispered under your breath to him, making sure no one else could hear you.
“Oh, yeah, sorry I didn’t text. May has the flu and I stayed in to take care of her,” he said, and you sighed heavily. You couldn’t blame him for being a good nephew.
“Oh, okay. Just, let me know next time, okay?” You responded, and he nodded immediately.
The two of you actually paid attention to the teacher for a few minutes before you felt a nudge to your arm. You looked over at Peter to see him staring at you. “What?”
“Were you worried about me?”
You looked at him with wide eyes. “I- uh, what?”
“Last night,” he elaborated. “Were you worried when I didn’t show up?”
“Um,” you tried to articulate an answer to his question in your head, and you tried to think of ways to lie or joke your way out of this and say no, of course I wasn’t worried, but nothing came to mind. So you went with the truth. “Yeah, I was worried,” you chuckled nervously. “I didn’t know if you were dead or if you were trapped somewhere or- I just didn’t know if you were okay. But you’re here now, so.”
You looked down at your desk, red dusted on your cheeks.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
“Don’t apologize,” you interrupted him and glanced back towards him. “It’s okay, really. Like I said, just let me know next time, okay?”
Peter hesitated. He stared at you for a few seconds, analyzing your face, almost as if he was trying to find something. “Yeah, I will.”
You nodded in return. So did he. The two of you began to listen to the teacher again.
But what you didn’t notice, was how Peter’s gaze lingered on your face when you looked away, and he smiled softly.
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