bitterbiracialbibliophile  asked:

Peter doesn't realise it, but he has a routine and pre-planned patrol is an integral part of it. The couple hours a night he spends running around Queens, apprehending evildoers is the only time he's not staring at a screen or stressed to all heck about school & money & his day job on top of everything else. He can't sleep if he doesn't do it and this headcanon started out cute but got really sad oh gosh ;-;

but those are the best types of hcs!!!! 

  • and just think about it. peter doesn’t really fit in; he’s way too into science, he’s awkward and uncomfortable around most people, he just doesn’t have a real place in his own world. but spidey is different. when peter is patrolling he feel’s like he’s in his element. he knows what he needs to do, he knows what is expected from him. and he’s good at what he does. he makes a real difference
  • so when he can’t patrol for whatever reason, something akin to homesickness settles in his stomach. it’s like there’s something he’s missing or forgetting and it’s this nagging feeling that won’t leave him alone
  • if it’s late and he’s not patrolling, his anxiety acts up. he knows, rationally, that the world isn’t going to end if he spend one night at home, but that doesn’t stop the worry that something bad is happening somewhere and he’s not doing anything to stop it
  • usually this just results in him being cranky. he’ll talk less and he’ll be all pouty but he’s fine the next time he puts on the suit
  • (sometimes, though, it turns into full-on panic attacks. the first time he stayed late at the tower working with tony, he hadn’t missed a patrol in three months. so when 2am rolled around there was this overwhelming feeling of oh god no that he had been trying to squash all night and the dam finally burst and he hid in the bathroom for 30 minutes while he tried to pull himself together)
  • also, even though he tries not to have a predictable route, peter knows his patrol-area like the back of his hand
  • except when it’s daytime. he’ll think he knows where he’s going but then get lost bc everything looks so different at night
  • he’s usually patrolling from like 12-3am. every day, between those hours, the “peter” part of him takes a break from the stress of school and home and work and he just gets to help people as spidey. so there’s this huge personality change that happens between those times that happens even if he’s not in his suit where he’s more confident and carefree and it’s really confusing to everyone else
  • but his body has learned to crash at 4am. no matter what he’s doing. if it’s 4am EST, peter parker is asleep, and it makes no difference if he’s in his own bed or at an avengers meeting in europe
  • (it’s 3:30am EST. they’re gathered at a diplomatic meeting in germany. peter is literally bouncing in his seat. the avengers are speaking to the group about regulating international missions. forty minutes in, tony turns around to ask peter to give his opinion, and they find him slumped in his seat, his chin on his chest, softly snoring)

Okay, friends, it’s time to talk about Encino Man. Specifically, it’s time to talk about the moment when he is asked by a direct subordinate why he withheld relevant information, and his L I T E R A L reaction is


HOW IS HE REAL? I swear sometimes I feel like he wandered into Generation Kill from a sitcom or a cartoon somewhere.

No Man Is An Island (12,881 words) – Chapter 4/?

“Enjolras worries. You know that better than any of us. So, I think you understand full well that my agreeing to this had less to do with a concern for your state of health and more to do with a concern for his state of mind.” When Combeferre slowly nodded, Joly smiled again. “Good. Then we can move on past this and get to the crux of it. Jehan would never press you—that’s a line he won’t cross—and Enjolras wouldn’t know how.” He looked up. “But I do, and I will.”

The smile slipped from Joly’s face then and he leaned forward, locking Combeferre’s gaze with his own. In that look was a culmination of a thousand late nights on emergency shifts together. In that frown was scores of shared breakdowns over lives lost in spite of heroic efforts. In the bags under narrowed eyes were the hundreds of large coffees bought for each other in lieu of proper meals. Joly understood him in ways that no one else in their group ever would, and Combeferre couldn’t answer that understanding with anything less than full honesty.

September 29, 2016: Sometimes, it takes the prerequisite amount of angst to get my writing juices going. Sometimes it takes a desperate need to escape certain nonsense going on in my own life. Sometimes it takes a glorious turn in the weather that brings about the kind of storms that once inspired this story. Sometimes it takes all three. Either way, I’m writing again, and I couldn’t be happier. Here’s hoping I can keep it going! ^_^

Special thanks to @bifilthatonthatseson for the beta-read!  ^_^  Any remaining mistakes are purely my own.

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Fandom: Les Misérables - All Media Types
Not Rated
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Combeferre (Les Misérables), Courfeyrac (Les Misérables), Enjolras (Les Misérables), Feuilly (Les Misérables), Les Amis de l'ABC
Additional Tags:
Courferre Week, Enjolras & Combeferre - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Folklore, Fantasy, Beach House, Islands, Lost Love, Elemental Magic, Melancholy, Returning Home, Broken Families, Rating May Change

heyy guess what series i finally watched