#outxwilled

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               family is important, michael gets that more than anyone. but it's hard to make an effort when you're 90% sure your partner's entire family hates you. he's sat in his car, fingers tapping against the steering wheel in time to his music ( some song from tiktok that he's had stuck in his head for the last few hours ) as he waits for addison to come out and meet him. when caroline appears instead, he's half tempted to drive away and pretend he just dropped addison off instead or something, but knowing his luck, she'll come out the second he pulls away. ❝ hey, ❞ he says, winding down his window as she walks past the car. ❝ can you ask addison to hurry up, please? i'd go knock on the door, but... get the feeling your mom would just tell me to leave instead... ❞

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@outxwilled​ asked: ❰❰ MEDIC ❱❱ (mm outxwilled for nathaniel) //  an extremely self indulgent meme

❰❰ MEDIC ❱❱ sender bandages receiver’s wounds

    PETER ISN’T USED TO OTHERS TREATING HIS WOUNDS. From when the symptoms of the spider bite began to show, he didn’t even go to the hospital back then, pushing through uncomfortable sickness to when his abilities began to manifest— since then, and ESPECIALLY when he started patrolling as Spider-Man, he knew he wouldn’t be able to risk it. Rapid healing and an abnormal molecular structure are too easily noticeable, and there was no way he could ask anyone to help him out!— even as others started finding out about his identity, Peter never wants to worry them more than he already knows he does. His responsibility to handle, his injuries to fix. Besides, he’s managed to learn A LOT over time spent teaching himself how to treat broken bones, deep gashes, and plenty of other wounds alike. 

           Except, sometimes he CAN’T manage it on his own. 

  It’s not the first time Nathaniel has helped him out— that one came right after a particularly bad stab wound and a nasty stain on the seats of Addy’s car. This time, it’s a bullet wound, one that managed to pierce RIGHT through his left shoulder. He’s dealt with these before, but the angle makes it difficult, and he sort of... accidentally lost a ton of blood, leaving himself lightheaded before he even got here. Now, though, he’s still woozy, but cleaned up at least, waiting as Nathaniel handles the bandages. 

   A wince, and he can’t help but hold back a slight groan after a particularly painful press against the injury. Immediately, he bites the inside of his cheek, breathing through his nose instead— guilt twists into a pit in his stomach, he DOESN’T really like inconveniencing people like this. “Uh— thanks...for helping, I mean, you didn’t have to do this! I prob’ly could’ve figured it out somehow— fight a bunch’a criminals for awhile and you REALLY learn how to patch yourself up and clean a lot of blood off the bathroom floor.” Okay, maybe that wasn’t as funny as he wanted it to be. “I mean, um, it’s...appreciated, y’know? I don’t...usually ask for help with this kinda stuff.”