So This Happened To Me Today

Peter climbs in through the window at 4am, being as quiet as possible so as to not wake Steve up. He quietly steps out of his suit and changes into his pyjamas and tiptoes across the bedroom to climb into bed, when his heart almost leaps out of his chest. He hadn’t realised Steve had been sitting on the edge of the bed in the darkness. Peter’s heart races as he turns on the lamp and speaks breathlessly, his voice high.

“Hey! What- uh, why are you just sitting there? It’s 4am!”

Steve glances up at Peter, and Peter can see how tired and worried the man looks. When Steve speaks, it’s in a low whisper.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he says. “I was worried.”

“About me?”

“Who else?”

Peter feels warmth in his chest at Steve’s words. He kneels in the floor between Steve’s legs and takes his hands gently.

“Hey, listen, I’m fine okay? I do this all the time.”

Steve lets out a nervous laugh, looking down into Peter’s eyes with love and worry. “I know you can take care of yourself. I know you’re out doing good, protecting people, being Spider-Man. I get that. But I still can’t help worrying about you.”

“What is it that you worry about?” Peter asks softly. The way Steve is looking at him is making his heart melt. He’s never been looked at this way in his life.

“You’re just a baby…” Steve whispers, holding Peter’s hands tightly as if to never let go ever again,

Peter lets out a soft laugh. “I’m 18.”

“You’re my baby,” Steve murmurs. “If anything happened to you-”

“Nothing’s going to happen to me, I promise. I swear I’m always careful. If I got into any real danger I’d run and get backup. Don’t you trust me?”

“Of course I trust you. I love and trust you more than anything and the fear of losing you is driving me crazy, Peter.“

“What would you have me do differently? I- I don’t want you to ever have to worry. Let me know what I can do.”

Steve pulls Peter up to a standing positing and then pulls him closer so Peter’s sitting on his lap. Peter smiles and wraps his arms around Steve’s neck, leaning his forehead against Steve’s.

“I want to keep you here with me in this bed forever and never let you leave,” Steve says quietly, closing his eyes. “Would you like that?”

Peter smiles. “I would. But-”

“-But you’re a superhero. The most adorable superhero I’ve ever met, by the way,” Steve lightly kisses Peter’s cheek. Peter giggles softly holds onto Steve tighter.

“But you have a duty. And who am I to stop you?” Steve continues.

“I also have a duty as your boyfriend to not keep you up all night worrying about me,” Peter says. “I don’t have to patrol at night. One of the best things about being Spider-Man is that I can pick and choose when I work.”

“I can’t ask you to-”

“I’m offering. In fact, it’s non-negotiable. No more night patrols unless I know something is going to happen. I won’t make you stress, okay? Don’t want your age to catch up to you,” Peter says, giving Steve a playful smile.

Steve laughs and nods. “Yeah, we wouldn’t want that.”

“So it’s settled,” Peter says.

“I love you,” Steve murmurs, leaning in closer.

“I love you too-”, Peter is cut off when Steve closes the gap between them, kissing Peter softly and tenderly. Peter lets out a content sigh and kisses back, feeling his heart race in his chest. Everything feels so perfect, and Peter knows in this moment that he never ever wants to cause Steve to worry about him again.

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Tony, angry for no reason: Nobody talk to me, I'm fucking angry!

Peter, pouting: Not even me?

Tony, frowning: No, of course not, why would you say that? You can always talk to me.

Tony, still angry: I'm still angry so no one is allowed to talk to me!

Tony, turning to Peter, using his soft tone: Except you, Tesoro. I love you. I love talking to you.

@GLAMOUR UK: We’re still blushing #SebastianStan#baftas #baftaawards #awardshow #fyp #fy

"nobody likes a complainer" you say, like an idiot, as if thriving ecosystems of friendships aren't blossoming every day based solely on people vocally disliking the same things in similar ways

Never forget:

Steve Rogers was a theatre kid, starred in movies, wore micro shorts and tights everyday on stage (Bucky: You're keeping the outfit right?), and lost his virginity to a groupie

Bucky Barnes is a nerd—eager to go to the Stark Expo science exhibit, read the Hobbit books as soon as they were released—and was also a great dancer. 1940s dating culture involved a lot of dancing, and good dancers got dates

Our roomba (Dracula) gets his eyes caught on things so husband has removed them while he vacuums. I’m really uncomfortable watching Dracula bumble into stuff with tape patches marking his eyeless sockets while he cleans our house for free. I hate that Husband returns his eyes when he’s finished, accidentally reinforcing a sort of “eyes are for good little workers” message.

I need to glue the styrofoam eyes on better so Dracula can have them all the time. And maybe I’ll feed him a handful of sand just for him as a thank you for all his hard work.

quick spideypoolverine.