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Character: Dwayne Hoover

A/N: This is completely unedited, it is so late and I got shit to be doing in the morning. I am very sorry for the terrible grammar, I'll fix it later

Prompt: Relationship HCS with a GN!Reader + First Kiss!

When you two first start dating, he's very hesitant to touching physically. It wasn't like he didn't want to touch you, he was just testing your boundaries in his own way.

He always likes to study your face, reading you in a way you'd never understand.

You two hung out a lot, mostly tucked away in the safety of his room. Dwayne really didn't want his family to scare you off. So you'd come in through the window.

You would sit on his bed and read his book out loud, and he would listen.

As your relationship ventured in further, the two of you got more comfortable with the physical touch. It started with linking pinkies, which led to holding hands, which led to hugs.

You two practically share a wardrobe.

When the two of you did go on dates, they were normally at quieter places. He didn't really enjoy loud environments that much.

You two often have movie nights with eachother!

Sometimes you would sneak out and walk to his house if he was having a bad night, and you'd do the same for him.

He likes listening to music with you, sometimes that's all you'll both do for hours. listen to music and lay together.

First Kiss Scenario:

He was very, VERY nervous. It was shortly after he'd come back from the roadtrip, he'd found you in his room. Dwayne was ready to drop his bag in his room and crash for the rest of the day, dealing with the Hoover's for more than a eternity.

But you'd been sitting on his bed, reading a book that he had left on his drawer. Once he entered, you looked up, and a grin saw its way onto your face. You had a small legal pad and a black pen in hand, speeding over to him. He held out his arms, and you found yourself hugging him.

It felt good to be back into your arms after so long. You held him tight, breathing in the scent of the strong cologne he'd always wear. Eventually you two parted and you handed him the notepad and pen.

You were so considerate.

He opened his mouth, watching your face. Your face didn't twist, nor contort. "I.. don't need this anymore." He said aloud to the room. You looked at him puzzled, as if you didn't believe what you just heard.

And a part of you didn't. You rushed back to him, looking at him. "You just, you just talked! You got in! Can I kiss you?" You said, eyes looking into his.

He didn't think before he nodded yes, and he felt you wrap your arms around him again. The adrenaline pumped in his veins from the question.

You pressed your lips against his in a soft manner, your eyes fluttering shut.

That's when he started freaking out internally, but he then closes his eyes too. Isn't that what you're supposed to do? He reaches up, placing his hand in your hair. Dwayne felt his breath get knocked away in his chest. He felt his face get warmed, now flushed with a familiar tint. His other hand rests on your forearm.

Your hand reaches further and slowly cups the left side of his face, fingers settling in his hair. Your fingers barely curl to soothingly scratch his head, then they travel further down to his cheek. You hold his cheek, thumb now stroking the warm skin below.

Dwayne decided he would tell you the news later, he didn't want to ruin the moment.

tagging @copy-of-a-cheeto !! here you go, first one out !

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🕷| 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐘!!

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: tim klitz (girl next door, 2004) x spiderman!reader

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: headcanons Klitz with a gn! reader who is like spiderman (au)

a/n; based on tobey maguire's spiderman (my personal fav since i was 4), spoilers for the spiderman movie (2002), and i wrote this at 2 am, don't judge, not proofread

🕷ok so, this idea came to me while running 

🕷let’s first leave some points clear;

🕷 instead of living in a la, you guys live in nyc

🕷 you have peter parker’s backstory (even ben’s death)

🕷 you live with your aunt may!

🕷 eli, matt and klitz are the tripod but you are like the piece that keeps it together  

🕷 klitz met you at the start of highschool, on bio class

🕷 mf deadass was failing the class

🕷ofc you were partners and you didn’t want to fail your classes

🕷”Hey, your name is Tom, right?”

🕷”It’s Tim….” he deadpanned "please call me klitz."

🕷it was rough at first of course, after all, in all of the months of working together you didn’t remember his name-

🕷you both worked your problems out and became friends, then he presented you to the tripod, he ended up liking you surprise surprise

🕷matt and eli just told him 'ask them out! their family loves you, and they surely like you'

🕷all of the classes he would just stare at your form, you would catch him sometimes like °v°, while he's like ._.

🕷 during a visit to a lab to see some experiments with spiders, klitz had planned asking you out <3

🕷the trip was going pretty well, you were rambling data about spiders and would chirp in sometimes like ^^, he couldn't stop staring at how passionate you were with science

🕷the time came when everyone was quiet and he was mentally preparing to ask you out, when you let out a small 'ouch!'

🕷"what happened? y/n?" he grabbed your shoulder but your face was sweating

🕷he looked to your hand and it was swollen

🕷you ran into the bathroom while klitz stood like "huh???"

🕷he assumed it was an allergic reaction, but he spammed your phone the whole way back to his house with messages like 'are you ok?????'

🕷meanwhile you, on the other hand, was puking, feeling dizzy and when your hand went to rest on the cubicle door, it.... sticked?

🕷 last time you checked, that isn't how hands work, you pulled with all of your strength

🕷 which ended up on the door still sticked on your hand, only that it was ripped out of the cubicle-

🕷"HUH?"

🕷 after calming yourself down, you un-sticked the door and left running the lab, on your way home, you checked your messages; most of them were of klitz the other ones were of the tripod and one from aunt may;

🕷 the message said that your uncle ben was dead, after finding out, some days passed, and you stopped going to school to take 'mental health days'.

🕷 you isolated from the world, one of the people that you loved dearly had died, the man who raised you was dead

🕷 after the 'incident' with the spider, you came back to your ordinary life, ordinary if you could call ordinary having spider powers

🕷ben l/n died because of a robbery, so y/n l/n decided to start using their powers to fight against the evil you could.

🕷when they came back, they stopped talking to the tripod or any friend, most of them understood; "They have lost a family member, it must be hard...", the real reason was to keep them from any harm, any tie to you might get them killed.

🕷 like i mentioned, you wanted to fight against any evil you could, you started to train and control your spider-powers, and made an appearance;

🕷"MYSTERIOUS SPIDEY CATCHES BURGALERS!"

🕷 for weeks, the only thing you could hear in the hall was this weird 'spidey' that was caught helping the police with crimes.

🕷back to klitz;

🕷klitz was the first one to notice you acting in a weird way, was it the death of your uncle ben?

🕷 "y/n! please talk to me, i'm your friend" he pulled you into the empty hallway "friends don't cut each other like that."

🕷 y/n had changed, and he didn't like it. they had stopped wearing glasses, they seemed- no, they definitely were taller. eyebags were very noticeable in their face, and when he stared he noticed,, bruises?

🕷"it's nothing klitz, i'm ju-"

🕷 "no y/n, i'm serious, what is it w-with everything?" his hand grabbed you arm and lifted it "what is it with this bruises?"

🕷you pulled your arm with much more force he almost fell, he stared at you

🕷"klitz, something is happening, and i can't understand it completely, it might be dangerous-"

🕷you were cut off when his hands grabbed your wrist to inspect it more, you reacted not so quickly because you were getting used to spider-sense, but he pressed and the web was splashed onto his face

🕷he stared, you stared, until like the reaction when his hand went to touch his face, you ran, you could hear him screaming for you, but you ran to your home, and locked yourself in your room. klitz sent many messages, you saw your phone, and decided to not ignore him

🕷'y/n can we please talk?'

🕷'i'm sorry'

🕷' there's nothing to be sorry for but can we talk?'

🕷 you ended up saying yes, you both meet up, and talk. you open up about what happened, and he listens, looking flabbergasted and completely confused, the meeting became the date he wanted to invite you.

🕷"so you have spider powers?"

🕷"technically, yeah"

🕷 the date summary; klitz was obviously in l-o-v-e, and you noticed, so you told him to have another date! and klitz pressed a bit and he got you both to date, even though you were not fond of the idea (as much as you have big crush on him) because he could get hurt

🕷 horribly hurt.

🕷 dates went on, villans appeared, klitz was always there

🕷 he would grab you hand under the table during class, when you came from a rough fight, you would crash into his room, and he would deeply blush while cleaning and healing your wounds. the tripod teases the both of you, calling you lovebirds.

🕷 one time out of sheer curiosity, he asked if he could swing with you through the city in your webs

🕷 you reluctantly agreed, but all of your worries washed out of your mind when both of you cuddling on a roof, with a blanket below, while staring at the stars with klitz hugging you tightly, his face resting in your hair.

🕷"tim klitz, i'm sorry."

🕷"what are you talking about?" he looked over to you, you sniffled

🕷"you know, for putting you in grave danger."

🕷"y/n, i love you so, so much, that nothing, will ever lead me away from you." he kissed your forehead, and you relaxed.

🕷"i love you too."

[bin1es]

Paul Dano as Klitz - The Girl Next Door

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graphic design is my passion

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Guys i really need some Eli fics, there's so many about klitz (I love him I really do) but I need some Eli love😭

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fav paul pics?? I got more than enough

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this is a top tier selection. abolsutely in love

[klitzcore]

hiii i love yr writing so so much! could you do hcs for alex with a very protective/nurturing reader? <3

character: alex jones!

Prompt: Alex Jones with a reader who's protective!

A/N: Thank you so much for the compliment and request! I hope you enjoy! This one is dedicated to all the askers and my only irl friend who knows of this account!

You knew Alex before Dover kidnapped him. You'd known him for about.. around 2 nearing 3 years. The two of you met at the lakeside. He was upset for a reason you couldn't understand.

You were sitting on the dock that led into the lake on a cold winter night. It was later into the evening, the sun already fell to the horizon in the sky. You heard the sound on a car being put in park, and then a door open then close.

You glanced behind you to see Alex exiting his RV, looking shaken up over something. It wasn't your business, so you looked back over the water. You wanted to help him so bad, you just didn't know his situation nor stance.

Until you heard footsteps behind you, then a tap on your shoulder. You look back, craning your neck to meet his eyes.

Panic ran through them. His fingers were curled into his palm and it seems like he was swallowing the sobs that threatened to come out of his throat.

All he said was "Can I sit with you?" In a voice so quiet that it could've been mistaken for the wind. You give him a nod, patting the spot on the wooden dock next to you.

Alex sat down next to you, shuffling about a foot away for his own comfort. He didn't want to touch anything. He just needed to be in the presence of someone else, he needed a comfortable silence.

And that he got. You didn't question him at all. Eventually, you did start to talk, but not directly to him. You mentioned that you had a lot thoughts and ideas to say.

You two sat there for more than 5 hours. Sometimes it would be quiet bliss, and other times you would talk to ease up the silence. Through the hours, Alex moved closer and closer to, until the top of his hand ghosted over yours.

You didn't mind at all, you knew he probably needed someone in the moment. Even if he was a complete stranger, you could tell he meant no harm.

Your friendship panned out from there, you were the talker and he was the listener.

At first the two of you didn't have any contact other than meeting at the lakeside. You would both show up around 12 at night and sit there until the sun peaked above the treeline.

Through your meetings with him, he actually started to open up. Alex had started putting more trust into you, it just took time. I mean, you hadn't let him down yet. You'd always show up, and you always made him feel better through your words!

Alex started to talk about his problems now, and you listened. You'd give him advice the best you could. With each problem confessed, it was as if a weight was being pulled from his shoulders. His heart felt less heavy around you.

You grew protective of him very quickly.

When the two of you exchanged contact info, you told him to call you as soon as there was a problem.

And around 2 years later, instead of texting like he usually did, there was a call.

He never EVER called. Something was happening. You dove for your phone, grabbing it and flipping it open. There it read "Alex :)"

You answered it, putting it to your ear.

All that came out was this: "Help me, please. You don't have to but there's someone following me and I'm really scared."

You immediately grabbed your coat, barely getting your shoes on before you were in your car.

He relayed where he was, and you were flying to his location.

You knew of his struggle at the police station, you had held him afterwards, he didn't want to see anyone but you. So when he went home, you were the only one allowed in his room.

But you never thought anyone would EVER harm him. He was harmless, Alex Jones could never hurt a fly.

You kept him on the line, and when you were halfway there, the call cut off with him screaming "HELP"

It chilled you.

As soon as you arrived, you didn't even shut off the car. You just put it in park then you immediately flew from the vehicle.

You started calling his name, screaming for him to respond. You walked along the street, yelling until your throat became scratchy.

And at the end of the road, the only thing that was there was his dogs collar.

Of course you immediately took it to the police station, demanding to see Loki.

You were absolutely furious.

When he met with you, you didn't say anything. He looked at you, crossing his arms across his chest. And after awhile, he sighed.

"You're wasting my time, I could be questioning Alex again." Loki says.

That snapped something inside of you, as if a metal chord finally grew too thin.

"Oh yeah, is that so officer? Good luck fucking questioning him if he's fucking missing!" You say, throwing the dogs collar at his chest.

"Don't even try to apologize. It's your fucking job to keep the citizens safe, and now my best friend is fucking missing. If he's dead, I will blame it on you, you son of a bitch." You say.

They found him 2 weeks later, bruised, broken. You didn't care about anything else in the world. You got a call from the hospital late at night.

All they said was "Mr. Jones is asking for someone named.. Y/n. This was the contact in his phone that matched."

At that point, you couldn't care about how many traffic laws you broke. You raced through the empty Pennsylvania streets, needing to get to the hospital.

You saw him that night, laying in a bed in the emergency care section. He looked like hell.

From there, you made a vow to yourself to never let him out of your sight. This was never going to happen again. You could never see why anyone would do this to him. He was harmless. Alex would never hurt anyone.

Through time, as days blended together, Alex got better. It was a slow process, but you were there. You refused to leave the hospital room, you were gonna be there the entire time.

You practically moved into the room. Alex would hold your hand as he drifted in and out of consciousness. He was alive.

Eventually Alex left the hospital, with you of course.

Very timidly, he asked you to sort of move in with him. To which you obliged, you were originally going to ask him.

You did almost immediately after he got home.

The two of you shared a room, he didn't feel comfortable being alone by himself. So at night you would hold him within the confines of your warm arms, and he would find great comfort within the presence brought him.

Of course, Alex developed a nightmares about the incident. He would wake up in a sweat, shaking you awake. You would calm him down, it would take normally about 20 to 30 minutes. It was exhausting, but you were going to with him every bit of the way.

When Alex wanted to go into public, he asked you to come with him. He was afraid of everyone, the incident pushed out all the trauma he had experience during his childhood, and with meeting his blood family, he was ultimately very stressed.

Holding him was your greatest comfort. you knew Alex would be safe with you, he knew that too.

Alex would hold onto your hand in public, not that you minded it at all. Whenever anyone wanted to speak to him, you were there. You know his limits and boundaries like the back of your hand, and you weren't going to let anyone ever disrespect them again.