he makes many cute and dorky faces

Always Love You

Peter Parker x reader

Plot- gonna skip this today cause i feel like it would ruing the story if you knew what was going on so, it s a surprise

Warnings- language like usual, angst

A/n ok so im like super proud of this cause I’ve had this idea for a really long time and i like how it turned out. Let me know what you think!!!

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You sighed, leaning forward on the counter and tapping your fingers against the wood, leisurely scrolling through tumblr to pass the time at your job. You were bored out of your mind. Every Friday, you worked the night shift at the small little coffee shop you worked at. It was easy, hardly anyone came in at night, and you were allowed to drink a few coffee’s to keep your eyes open, so it wasn’t anything too bad. Plus, there was the extra cash, so.

But, above all, there was one major plus in working the night shift, and that was your friendly neighborhood Spiderman. He came by to buy a coffee once, you ended up talking for hours, and it just kinda became a thing between you two. Eventually he would bring some snacks, as you often got hungry in the night, and you would sit together and drink coffee and eat snacks with him. Well, you ate, he refused to lift his mask that high, and you respected him as to not lose his trust. Of course you wondered who he was, when you first became friends it killed you (not to mention something about his voice was so familiar), but you accepted his secret and let it be.

To be honest, you really enjoyed his company and looked forward to these Friday nights. You didn’t know how many times you had refused to skip a week of the night shift in order to go out on a Friday with your friends. They all eventually learned to plan their nights out on Saturday. You didn’t want to ditch Spiderman, or have him worry. He had freaked out once when you were sick, thinking something had happened to you, and you thought it was really sweet. You worried about him too, a lot considering what he did. He rushed off all the time in the middle of your conversations, and most of the time you wouldn’t see him until next week. Of course you would see on the news that he was fine and had taken down the threat, and that would put you at ease until the next time it happened.

It was dumb, and you knew it was, but you couldn’t help but have a little bit of a crush on him. He was sweet and kind to you, and you loved being around him. You knew you had no chance, you didn’t even know his name for god’s sake, but it was a nice thought. Not, that you thought about it often. You definitely didn’t daydream about him romantically taking off his mask and taking you into his arms before kissing you and-…no, you definitely didn’t think about that.


A few months ago, the light almost silent sound of someone landing outside your stand would have scared the shit out of you, especially at this time of night. But you were more than used to it now, and smiled as you turned around and saw the mask of your favorite superhero.

“Hey Spidey,” you leaned on the edge of the counter to greet him before turning to make his usual espresso, “Slow night?”

“Ya, but hey I’m not complaining. In this business, you don’t want a busy night.” he said with a dorky giggle at the end.

You had to stop yourself from swooning. God, he was just so cute!

“Can’t argue with that.” you handed him the coffee, and as usual, he tried to hand over the money but you pushed it back, “How many times do I have to tell you, Superheroes drink free.” You winked.

Although you couldn’t see his face, you had a feeling he was smiling, you could tell from his voice.

“Thanks (Y/n). So how’s your week been?” he asked.

You went into the usual retelling of your week, as he listened intently, lifting his mask just enough to get the straw under and to his mouth. He then followed with his own stories from the week, which you often argued was the more interesting part of your conversation but he insisted he liked yours better.

“But by far the worst part was when this dude tried to tase me.” he chuckled, and you too couldn’t contain your own giggles. Just imagining him swinging around trying to avoid getting tased.

“Hey, it’s not funny. See, this is the kind of thanks I get for trying to protect you citizens. I was promised the pretty girls would be swooning over me, but instead all I get is laughed at.”

You only laughed harder, until his words processed in your minds, “Wait, you think I’m pretty…?” you trailed off, your amused smile turning to a hopeful one, and you prayed he didn’t pick up on it.

His whole body seemed to go rigid for a split second as he himself realized what he had said, “Uh, I um- I mean uh-” he floundered for a moment, reaching up and running the back of his neck while looking anywhere but at you as he tried to gather his thoughts. Then he froze, looking off into the distance.

You knew that look. His spidey-senses were tingling.

And the moment was gone.

“It’s ok, go save the city.” You smiled, playfully nudging his shoulder.

He looked at you, and you wished you could see the emotions on his face, but all you got was a rushed, “Bye (Y/n). See you next week.”

And it was over. Just like that, the best part of your week had gone by, and you would have to wait a whole seven days before you got it again.

During rest of your shift, and the moments up to when you fell asleep that night, all you thought about was him. Or, more specifically, what would have happened between you and him if he hadn’t had to go at that moment. That night you dreamt of him, or at least someone like him.


Slamming your locker shut, you dropped your head onto the cool metal, “I definitely bombed that test.”

“Same.” your friend mumbled, her eyes fixated on her phone.

“Seriously am I crazy or was that nothing like the study guide?”

“Both.” she winked as you began to walk towards your car.

You laughed, climbing into the driver’s seat as she got into the passengers.

Looking through the rearview mirror, you froze as you saw an oh so familiar car pulling up.

It was Tony Starks. Or, rather, his drivers, coming by like he did every Monday to pick up Peter.

You felt the air drain out of you as you saw Peter run out of the school and into the car, the tinted windows preventing you from seeing anything else.

You gripped the steering wheel and tore your eyes away, looking down. It was ridiculous really. It’s been so long. Why did it still hurt so bad just seeing him?

“Hey,” you felt a comforting hand on your arm, “Does it still hurt that much?” she asked.

She was right to be surprised, it had been almost two months since you broke up with Peter, and as bad as you wanted to, you just couldn’t move on. It was like something was keeping you hung up on him.

He was the first significant other you had really loved, but you never even got the chance to say it. After just over a year of being together, he began to grow distant. He would disappear, miss dates, ignore texts and calls. And the weirdest part was when he would show up with random bruises and cuts. No matter how much you begged, he wouldn’t explain. According to Aunt May, he was sneaking out at night and not coming home till the morning. Not to mention his sudden friendship with Tony Stark, which he claimed was an internship, but he never went into too much detail about it.

It was all just too much. The lies and excuses drove you insane, and you eventually forced yourself to end it. He had just stared at you with huge eyes when you did it, and you knew if he had simply asked you to stay, you would have. But he didn’t ask. And you didn’t stay.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” you mumbled, putting the car into drive and pulling out of the parking lot.


Standing by the window of your coffee stand, you impatiently tapped a beat into the counter. Your coworker was 30 minutes late with no explanation as to why, which meant you were stuck here until her or your boss showed up, whichever happened first. It was almost 9, and you had a crap load of homework to do, but you were stuck in the goddamn stand.

You folded your arms before resting your head on them. A few minutes passed before you heard the sound of a car pulling up.

When you looked up, and saw a van about twenty feet from the stand.

The side door slid open.

“What the hell…?” you mumbled,  standing up straight.

As soon as the words left your mouth, a man jumped out and began firing at the stand with a machine gun.

You shrieked, and dropped to the ground, covering your head.

The firing didn’t stop, and you began to crawl towards the back door, but as you reached the door knob, it was pulled open. A man stood outside, and grabbed you, pulling you to your feet and dragging you along with him.

He pushed you forward to the center of the group that had exited the van. They didn’t seem like anyone special, just a group of very scary looking people.

You tripped and just barely kept your balance, looking around at the circle that had formed around you.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Call him!” a girl spat at you.

“W-what?” you stammered, “I don’t know what your talking about please-”

“Don’t play dumb with us. You dont think no one’s noticed the Spiderman coming here every week? He obviously knows you and unless you call him here the next time he sees ya is gonna be in a body bag!”

You flinched back, tears filling your eyes, “I don’t, I don’t know who he is he just stops by to talk i really don’t-” you screamed as one of the fired into the air.

“Just kill the crying bitch. Leave her as a warning- mmh!” His mouth was suddenly covered in webs before he was kicked in the face.

“Is that really how you talk to a lady?” a familiar voice asked, standing over the guy as he webbed him up.

There was yelling and a lot of  gunshots, then for some reason you were laying on the ground.

You could hardly keep up with the red and blue blur that was Spiderman. Watching him fight was mesmerising, nothing like listening to his retellings of it. He always down played his feats.

Then all at once there was a pain in your stomach, and you couldn’t contain your scream of pain. It was like nothing you had felt before.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n)! Open your eyes!”

When had you closed your eyes? Nevertheless, you opened them and saw the masked face you had grown to close too. He had pulled you into his lap and was gently moving your hair out of your face.

“What…what happened?” you breathed.

“You were shot oh god (Y/n) I’m so sorry this is all my fault I should’ve come faster or better yet just never let them get to you in the first place just just stay awake ok Mr Stark is bringing help he’ll fix you oh god-” you couldn’t quite hear the rest of his rambles, but instead focused on the increasing feeling of familiarity. His voice,  it made you feel comfortable, and safe, and reminded you of better times. You felt happy, closing your eyes, listening to the sound of his voice, and leaning into his touch. It was soft and loving. And for some reason, Peter was all you could think about. Peter. Why him, why now? Why was he the one?

You could hear him calling your name.

Peter.

Or, was it Spiderman.

You couldn’t bring yourself to open your eyes to check.

And as you slipped into unconsciousness, there was only one thing on your mind.

Peter.

~

He felt sick.

He felt tired.

He felt like he had died.

But he wasn’t the one who had gotten hurt.

He sat in the hospital room, everything a sterile, too bright white. The only thing keeping him together was the sound of the heart monitor. Your heart monitor.

He didn’t want to look at you, he had already seen your skin, which was strikingly pale. He had already seen your face, with dry lips and a tube to help you breath. He had already seen your bandged up stomach, where the bullet wou d had been.

He just wanted to see your eyes. For you to be awake.

But until then, he didn’t want to see you because then it became too real.

He did this too you, and it was killing him.

The door opened,  and peter didn’t have to look up to know who it was.

Mr Stark placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, “Here kid, you gotta eat something.” he place a box on the table next to them.

Peter stayed silent, so he spoke again, “All those times you went on and on about (Y/n) I figured the first time I would be meeting her would be at the engagement party.” he said, trying to lift the mood.

“She wasn’t even my girlfriend.” Peter simply said, keeping his gaze on the floor.

“What? I thought you said-”

“She broke up with me. Because I was keeping secrets. I didn’t tell her cause I thought she would be in danger if I did. And I took her for granted and she broke up with me.” he paused for a moment and Tony heard his sniffling, “But I love her and I couldn’t stay away so I was being selfish and talking to her as Spiderman. And I fell in love with her all over again. And I was an idiot and I almost killed her.”

The room was silent, the steady beating of your heart the only thing making noise.

“You’re right, you were an idiot. You can’t protect people by keeping them in the dark. But this isn’t your fault, kid. You did everything you could, and she isn’t dead, just injured. So my advice is to tell her the truth and pray she’ll take you back when she wakes up. This life isn’t worth losing someone you love over. Trust me.” Tony stood, sympathetically patting his shoulder again, before leaving the room.

For the second time since he had gotten to the hospital, he brought his tear filled eyes up to look at you.

He had missed you more than words could describe. When you broke up with him, he felt his heart breaking, and he hadn’t been able to make himself saying anything. He regretted that everyday. If he had just asked, would he have been able to make you stay?

He took your limp hand in his.

He wanted nothing more but to hold you again, kiss you again.

Finally tell you he loved you.

But for now, this was as close as he could get.

He would just have to wait and hope.


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What do you think?? Is it good? Let me know, i love you all!!

JeanMarco Headcanons Part.1

- Jean can cook like a 4 star restaurant chef. Marco have a great taste in food.

- Neither Jean and Marco enjoy shopping much, but they like to shop when both of them are together.

- Jean’s insecure of his abs every time he sees Marco’s. Tends to do intensive workout, but still can’t compare to Marco’s natural, slightly bigger physique.

- Jean’s scared of ghost. Marco hates darkness and silence.

- Jean likes to hum along a song on his phone/radio in the kitchen. Marco can sing but rather enjoy humming along with Jean.

- Marco tends to nuzzle his nose into Jeans hair whenever he remembers the slight different in height.

- Both Marco and Jean are ticklish. They would tickle and wrestle each other if one starts to do so. Most of the time the tickle war ended after 5 minutes because both would almost die from exhaustion.

- Jean initiates most of their cuddle moments.

- Jean is convince that Marco is a huge living, hugging teddy bear in human disguise.

- Marco initiates most of the sex. Especially when Jean, who always denies it, gives physical signal. 

- In school, they always doodles together while waiting for the next class to start. Hearts included.

- Marco never holds a knife in front of Jean again since he accidentally almost cut three of his fingers before and traumatize Jean.

-  Jean tends to hold both Marco’s hands and plays with his finger by tangling them with his from time to time. Intentionally to make sure no body parts were missing.

- Marco is actually Jean’s senior but was held back a year due to personal problem which he thought was stupid now but never regret it. Jean called it fate.

- Jean has seen Marco lose his temper twice, himself being one of the cause. He vows to never switch off the night lamp ever again.

- Marco sometimes say ‘I love you’ in many different languages or accent to Jean since he took Literature and Language in college also. 

- Jean secretly screams like a teenage girl internally whenever Marco says ‘i love you’ in other language or accent, especially his native language, French. But he denies it.

- Cheese makes Marco’s stomach ache but he likes to eat them. Jean tries to ban cheese from Marcos life.

- Marco can and likes to draw as a hobby. Most of his sketchbook are filled with Jeans faces and asses. Jean doesn’t know about the one sketchbook that is filled with drawings of his ass. 

- Jean confirmed that Marco is sweet and kind like an angel but not innocent or pure minded like everyone says he is. He says Marco’s a perverted angel like human. 

- Once after sex, Marco playfully pretending to take off some of his freckles and put them on Jeans with a ‘Boop’ sound. 

- Once after sex, Jean found a marker in Marco’s bedroom floor and connected Marco’s freckles into animal and flower shape. They lasted for a week, but Jean was lucky that it happened during summer holidays.

- Marco would make Jean lays on his stomach on him while he’s on his back. He finds it precious that Jean would fold his arms under his chin on Marco’s chest and stare at Marco like a child.

- Jean’s biological son, Aimee, has freckles. Neither of his real parents have them. 

- Marco’s biological son’s, Nico, life phases somehow represents Jeans exact transformation from toddler until maturity. 

- Marco truly enjoy kissing every part of Jean’s face the most because Jeans would close his eyes and smile warmly at the feeling of Marco’s gentle and loving kisses.

- Whenever they lay facing each other, Jean would gently touch and rub Marco’s skin, giving love to the freckles he loves so much.

- Marco’s heart melts when he sees Jean’s face. Despite the sharp manly feature, his long eyelashes, golden eyes and thin pink lips on his milky skin makes him look so beautiful. 

- Marco bit Jean’s nose once for no reason.

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I still have so many. These are all in the same Highschool, college, married and family!aus of mine. They will always be my embarrassingly cute dorky babies! <3

141112 2min at JAT2014 in Aichi day 1 ^^

♡ During MC, when they talked about their favorite food “ Hitsumabushi ”, Minho suddenly began to do push -up !! Minho said “ I’m full of energy because of Hitsumabushi !! ”. Then Taemin touched Mino’s arms in order to check his muscles … and Minho posed to show his muscles proudly … ( 2min_Twomin )

♡ During Run with me, Onho went back to the main stage with holding their hands. Taemin was laughing to look at it so hard that he couldn’t sing his part. Then Taemin hit Minho so many times … jealous Tae ?? ( taemin_snsd )

♡ During Run with me, OnHo was holding hands when they went back to the main stage. Then Taemin pushed Minho down … I’m not sure this happened because Tae didn’t want Minho to possess his Onew or he didn’t like Minho cheating him … in either way, I was convinced that either  OnTae or 2min was real … ( TMoppa718TM )

♡ During Run with me, after Onho holding hands, Minho was making a dorky face to Taemin and made tae laugh ( perhaps )!! Because of that Taemin couldn’t sing his part properly. Then Taemin hit Minho cutely 💛 ( 2min_Twomin )

♡ During the first MC, Key noticed that Taemin’s eyeliner was ruined and Key told Minho about it. Then Minho wiped Tae’s sweat and fixed his make up. After that during the second MC, this time Taemin noticed there was dust on Key’s face and Tae asked Mino to wipe it for Key ! ( sarafiis )

♡ During Perfect 10, when Minho came to TaeKey and pulled up his jacket to show his butt, Minho stuck his butt in front of Taemin … then Tae stroked around Min butt ^^ ( you_ching0505 )

♡ During Perfect 10, in “ sexy ” part, Taemin patted Min butt 6 times … then 2min was laughing at each other and thumbed up together 💛 ( 2min_Twomin )

♡ During Body guard, just before the tree was fallen, Taemin took off his pants on the stage in front of fans ><  Then Tae threw his pants to the corner of the stage … maybe because his mic tangled up with his pants. Then Tae whispered Minho something like “ I’ve taken off my pants ♡” ( 2min_Twomin ) 

♡ During encore, Taemin touched Minho ’s abs for a couple of times without any reasons … ( TAEMIHOC )

♡ ( not sure when ) After wiping his sweat with a towel, Minho wiped Tae’s sweat tenderly. Then Minho put his towel on his lap … when Taemin picked that towel up from Mino’s lap, it seemed like Tae was about to touch Mino’s bulge … I was in a panic when I saw that >< ( TAEMIHOC )

* Eng trans : fukumin99