oh,,, I do have a heart???this is so sweet what the heck
peter buys three sets of flowers on may 10th
first, he stops by the flower shop and gets a bouquet of lilies and roses. it’s early enough that there are still red roses left (thank god) and the shop owner takes his money with a smile.
“for your mom?” he asks, and peter nods.
he is happy, but a quiet happy. he smiles, thanks the man, and heads off.
he spends an hour at the cemetery hidden in the middle of queens.
the city is loud, but the cemetery has a sorta sanctuary feel to it, quiet and calm.
peter talks softly to a grave stone for a while. he addresses the two next to it for a little bit, but mostly talks to the one. he leaves the flowers in a vase, taking the dead ones that were there before.
he walks back into the flower shop only an hour and a half after the first time, and this time the shop owner is busy and doesn’t really acknowledge him, as he buys a bouquet of “alstroemerias and whatever would look good with them”.
the shop owner only realizes who it is and looks up to see peter get into a sleek black car, holding the flowers and grinning.
peter heads straight for peppers office when he gets to the tower, but with each step he looks more and more nervous.
her assistant, a nice lady named brenda who has her own little bouquet of flowers on her desk and looks a little too joyous for someone working on a sunday, alerts pepper that peter is there, and pepper ushers him into her office.
“what’s up, kid? can i help you with something?”
she sits behind her desk, and peter sits in one of the guest chairs. he is gripping the bouquet nervously, eyeing the bouquet already on her desk.
“i, uh...”
pepper waits with a smile as he finds his words.
“i got these for you.”
he holds them out, harshly, as if scared.
pepper hides her surprise, and thanks him quickly, taking them with a grin.
“they are beautiful.”
“just...”
peter looks at his lap.
“i know i’m not, like, your kid or anything. but tony, he, uh, he calls me his kid, and you’ve done so much for me, and i thought, i dunno i thought you would like them. just, as a thank you. for everything.”
pepper beams, and sniffs one
“they are gorgeous, peter. thank you so much.”
he stands to leave, and as he does pepper calls him back
“i consider you my kid, as well, peter.”
it’s peter’s turn to beam.
“tell your aunt i will be calling her soon about getting lunch in a couple days, yeah?”
peter nodded and fled the office, with a grin to brenda.
the same black car dropped him off in front of the store again once it was getting darker.
the shop owner could only hear “it’s fine, happy. no, don’t wait, my apartment is like two blocks. go home. see you tomorrow” before the car drove away and the kid came in.
“third time today, kid? how many mothers do you have?”
peter just smiled.
“do you have any orchids?”
the shop owner wraps the best ones he can find in the store, and shakes his head when peter tries to hand him the money.
when may would arrive home to their apartment an hour later, yawning from her work shift, she would walk in to see the sight of peter cooking while watching some crime television show, orchids on the counter in a vase.
she kisses his forehead once she sheds her coat, and peter quickly hugs her, tight.
“happy mother’s day, may.”
My mother says that fanfiction doesn’t count as reading because “it isn’t nearly as good as the stuff that’s published. You’re not going to find something online that will win a Booker Prize.” Please reblog if you count fan fiction as reading, or if the fanfiction you’ve read is equally as good as published novels. I want to see the figures.
next time some biggot wants to say trump 2020 i will sMASH this into their forehead because it needs to be said and it needs to be heard
A lot of people are genuinely terrified about what will happen if Donald Trump wins reelection and it's really weird how some of y'all are acting like everyone begging you to vote for Biden is some privileged, rich, out of touch, neo-liberal when a lot of them are just vulnerable people who don't want to like...die in a brutal civil war or watch all their remaining rights get stripped away by an increasingly authoritarian Republican Party.
I do not know how to express to you how much worse it can get.
sam and bucky <3
sambucky in episode six + tfatws ft. ao3 tags
i’ve decided to be honest 😌
my friends ask why i don’t talk to them. they say they’re there for me and want to listen to my problems like i do for them. i’m not used to doing that i try to avoid it cuz i normally regret it for no reason later. but i tried telling my friend. i told them that i was sad amd frustrated and needed help and that this certain thing was the problem. i wasn’t asking for them to do anything for me except listen and let me know that my feelings were valid and they cared like they said. all they responded with was “oof.” like thanks for letting me know this was a terrible idea
Keep the flame going for those we have lost to suicide.
leaving kudos on ao3 isn’t enough I need to be able to eat the fic
me, at 4am realizing how in love I am with this man
I am literally in love with him, this ain't a joke 😌💞✨🌺💫🦋
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