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An Amazing First Kiss - Hobie Brown X GN Reader

Title: An Amazing First Kiss

Hobie Brown X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Reader's friend (Mentioned)

WC: 1,651

Warnings: Try at writing a Cockney accent, Reader's nervous, italics, Reader's nervous about first kiss, Hobie is the best boyfriend, hurt/comfort idk?, nicknames, teasing, banter, flirting, mini angst, very brief mentions of lying, and fluff

To cut right to the chase, you were dating the amazing, and super lovable, Hobie Brown. You met him when he was performing with his band at some pub with your friend, and you just couldn't look away from him. His charisma, how easily he seemed to draw people to him, his passion for music, and just the way he’d spot you in the crowd. It made you feel as if no one else existed in the world, except you and him.

His dark brown eyes - even though they were covered by his Spider-Punk mask - had found yours in the crowd. He, too, was unable to look away. The way you softly danced in spot, bouncing on the balls of your feet. Your friend's arm linked with yours, your friends jumping up and down with more enthusiasm, but you drew him in; entranced him. It wasn't long until the two of you started seeing each other, going out for dates and whatnot. And it wasn’t long until the both of you started dating, and he revealed his secret identity to you.

Everything was perfect, except that you were very nervous. You were worried that Hobie might want to kiss you soon. And it's not that you don't want to kiss him. You did… You really did. And you would, eventually. But, at the moment, you just weren't ready. But it seemed that Hobie was. Only last week, he tried ‘the lean in’. But you were quick to come up with some sort of excuse. But, it was coming to a point where you hated lying to him and not talking to him about it. You didn’t want him to think that he was doing something wrong or that you weren’t interested or attracted to him.

The first time he tried to lean in, you had been sitting on the couch together, in his loft, watching a movie. Well, you weren't really paying much attention to it, and neither was Hobie.

"'is movie's bit boring, innit?" He muttered, his arm resting over your shoulders, his fingers randomly drumming along your forearm to an irregular beat. 

"Not the best movie I've seen, no," You agreed, glancing at him, "But it's entertaining to a degree."

Looking down at you, he continued, "'is guy a bit of a git 'ough." Hobie randomly gestured towards the screen where the main character was fighting with his brother.

“I agree…” Looking up at him, your words began to trail off when you noticed how close your faces were to one another. Looking into his beautiful brown eyes, you felt your stomach flip flop. However, you began to inwardly panic as he began to lean in. Red, flashing lights blared inside your mind as you froze and jumped out of his arms and off the couch. Letting out an awkward chuckle, you gestured down at your watch. "I have to go... Uh... Feed my cat." You stumbled over your words, making your way to the front door. Opening the door, you turned to give him a nervous grin, "I'll see you tomorrow, love you!"

“Love you…” As the door shut, Hobie let out a deep sigh, falling back upon the couch. Raising his legs up, he propped his feet on the coffee table. Why did you leave like that? And when did you get a cat?

~~~

A couple of weeks later, you were back in Hobie's loft, baking cookies. You hummed along to the song that Hobie was playing on his guitar in the other room, your thoughts drifting elsewhere as you worked. You didn't know how much time passed, or when Hobie stopped practicing, but as his arms wrapped around your waist, you couldn't help but smile. 

"Wha’ are you makin' 'is time?" He asked, resting his chin on the top of your head as you pressed the heart-shaped cookie cutter into the dough.

"I think you know what I'm making, Hobie." You sputtered out a small laugh, "It's quite obvious." 

He let out a small chuckle, before asking, "Well, 'ow many are you makin’ 'en?" 

"About ten, I think? I won't know until I cut them all out." You patted his hand on your stomach briefly, “And you’re not eating them all like last time.”

Hobie hummed as he pulled away from you, his fingers brushing your waist as he did so, causing a shiver to run down your spine; heading to the stove, he grabbed the kettle, "You want some rosy?" He asked, setting the kettle on the burner, and turning it on. 

Glancing over at him, he was already looking at you, leaning against the counter beside the stove, arms crossed. His gaze was warm, and his grin was - as always - breathtaking. You returned his smile, "Sure, thanks. That would be nice. Do we still have Earl Grey?" You asked before going back to the cookies as Hobie went to fetch the milk and sugar, humming softly to himself.

“‘Ave no scooby-doo.” He answered, before searching around in the cupboards, pushing other boxes of tea around until he spotted the Earl Grey, grabbing the tea box.

Reaching over your shoulder, his chest pressed into your side, Hobie grabbed the sugar from the counter near you. Looking up at him, you were surprised to see him still looking at you. There was that look again, the one that made your insides just turn into mush. But, as if in slow motion, he began to lean in. Quickly, you turned to look back down at the cookies, his lips pressing a kiss into your warm cheek; the coolness of his lip ring sending goosebumps over your skin.

Hobie pulled back, titling his head at you, his eyebrows narrowing as you slid the cookies into the oven; pursing his lips. Hobie was beginning to really wonder now. You seemed reluctant to kiss him, which made Hobie wonder if he had done something wrong. Did he do something? Say something? Did you just not want to kiss him? Hobie snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of the screeching kettle.

Now, Hobie wasn't one to keep quiet about things bothering him. After pouring both him and you a cup of tea, he joined you on his couch. Setting both the cups on the coffee table, Hobie turned himself in his seat to face you, his arm resting on the back of the couch.

"Let's cut to 'e chase, yeah? 'Ave I done some'nin wrong?" He asked you, a slightly concerned expression crossing his features. 

Your shoulders slumped and a small, sad smile formed on your face as you looked down. "No. You haven't done anything wrong, H." You looked over at him, your sad smile turning into a frown upon meeting his eyes, "I... Uh, I don't think I'm ready to kiss yet." You knew Hobie wouldn’t break up with you because of this, but it was an irrational fear that your brain liked to tease you with.

Hobie, though, tilted his head, looking confused at this response. Noticing your frown, the unleashed tears in your eyes. Hobie moved closer to you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you into his chest. You melted into his embrace, relaxing in his grasp as you let out a sigh of relief. He gave you a reassuring squeeze. "I 'ough' you just didn't want to kiss me, or some'nin' like 'at." 

You shook your head at his words, nuzzling your face into his chest, "No, I... I just don't think I'm ready to kiss anyone right now... I think sometime in the future I will be ready, I don't want you to think that I just won't kiss you ever."

At this, Hobie chuckled, lightly squeezing your shoulder. "Ya silly, luv." He teased, "You should know 'at it's fine. We ain't rushin' into anythin'. You’re stuck with me. I’m not gonna jus’ up and leave ‘cause you ain’t ready to kiss me."

Nodding your head, you gently pulled yourself out of his embrace, looking up at him. "Thank you, Hobie."

"Anytime, luv." He said, moving to lie down on the couch, opening his arms to you. You gladly climbed on top of him, laying your head on his chest; cuddling with Hobie always felt like home. His heartbeat was a steady rhythm under your ear, a comforting sound that made the world outside seem distant and unimportant. 

Leaning up on your arms, you looked down at him, "You're amazing, you know that, right?" Grinning, he reached up and ruffled your hair, causing you to scrunch up your nose. "Oi, don't mess up my beautiful locks," You laughed, jokingly swatting his hand away.

"An' I'm always amazin’. ‘Ough’ you knew ‘at ‘bout me already." He said with a wink, causing you to giggle. 

Staring down at him, you silently admired him. His dark complexion, chocolate brown eyes, high cheekbones, the piercings on his eyebrow and lip. Suddenly, you had an idea. "Hobie, honey, I’ve got an idea." You stated, grinning.

The tall boy sat up with you, a slight tilt of his head and an intrigued look on his face, "What's 'at?" Shifting on his lap, you leaned forward and took his face into your hands, his cheeks soft under your gentle touch. Giving him a small smile, you leaned forward. You shut your eyes before the tip of your nose bumped into his. Softly, you shook your head, giggling, your nose rubbing against his in an nose kiss. As you opened your eyes again, you saw Hobie staring back at you, his eyes half-lidded. A smirk played across his features, "Wow, luv." He whispered.

"Pretty amazing first kiss, eh?" You joked, your hands dropping from his cheeks, and reaching for his hands; interlacing your fingers with his.

"Oh, very amazin’ indeed." He said, bringing your hands to his lips, and kissing each knuckle. “Maybe even more amazin’ ‘an me.”

~~~

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The Perfect Paradox - Tenth Doctor X Female Reader

Title: The Perfect Paradox

Tenth Doctor X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Reader's mother mentioned, neighbors, Susan Johnson (OC), town Elders, TARDIS, Rose (Mentioned),

WC: 8,003

Warnings: Reader wears a dress/skirt, nicknames, marriage, 50s women stereotypes/misogyny mentioned, 50s-themed clothing, italics, yelling, gaslighting, slight mental breakdown?, italics for a flashback, teasing, banter, brainwashing, be prepared to run, protective Doctor, Doctor's trauma mentioned briefly (Rose), slight angst, and fluff

Your melodic humming filled the kitchen as you stood by the stove, stirring scrambled eggs around on the frying pan. The bright morning sun shined through your windows and past your white lace curtains, enveloping the kitchen in a warm golden glow. Sizing the scrambled eggs up - assuming they were done - you reached over to turn off the stove. 

Brushing down the skirt of your blue, fit-and-flare dress, you walked over to the coffee maker, grabbing your two mugs from the cupboard - one Prussian Blue, and the other a simple brown - you poured the steaming coffee into both of them. Leaning over the counter slightly, one foot lifting in the process, you opened the small glass jar of sugar cubs. Dropping two in one of the mugs, you grabbed a small spoon and stirred the sugar into the hot liquid. 

You decided to not take a sip - fearing that you might burn your tongue - so you quickly turned back to the eggs on the stove. Grabbing one of the two plates from beside you on the counter, you began to plate the scrambled eggs, continuing to hum as you heard the toast pop up in the toaster. Grabbing the pair of freshly made toast from the toaster, you began to spread butter upon both of them, before setting them down on the plates beside the eggs. Picking up one of the plates, fork in hand, your husband came in through the kitchen doorway. Right on time.

Dressed in a neatly pressed, dark blue suit with red pinstripes, he straightened his herringboned burgundy tie with a mauve flora design. His white button-up underneath was wrinkle-free from when you ironed it the night before. Your husband looked handsome, as always. You dreamily sighed mentally. You had always considered him a handsome bloke in a tight suit with amazing hair. And speaking of his brown hair - the soft strands usually stuck out everywhere, especially in the early mornings - was gelled to the side. His sideburns were prominent, one of your favorite physically attractive things about your man. All ready for work.

As he spotted the brown coffee mug on the counter, he gave you a glance, his smile growing as he winked in thanks. You mentally sighed once more. You always found yourself staring at his dark chocolate eyes - even when he wasn’t looking. 

As he took a drink from his coffee, his eyes landed on the plate of eggs and toast you were holding for him, and he let out a hum; setting the coffee mug down. "Oh, I'm sorry, darling, but I am really running late." He spoke, grabbing the briefcase from off the dining table. His Estuary English accent sounded beautiful every morning, and night; just all the time really. 

You only smiled, shaking your head lightly, "No, it's alright." You sat the plate down just as he made his way over to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek in a farewell; his tall, lean statue towering over you. "Have a good day, honey."

"You too, dear." He replied, grabbing his long, light brown overcoat and tossing it over his arm, he turned halfway out the door, giving you one last grin before leaving for work. You wished your husband wasn't running late, giving him time to eat, but those times weren’t often, seeing how busy he is with being an internationally renowned neurosurgeon and all. Your mother had always wanted you to marry a Doctor.

Letting out a small content sigh, you began to wrap up your husband's breakfast in some saran wrap, before placing it in the fridge. You then ate and got ready for the day. Taking the rollers out of your hair, you made sure you looked presentable enough to go out and about. Looking out the window, you admired how nice it looked outside; you decided that it would be nice to go for a small walk.

Grabbing your purse, you slipped on your short, white gloves, and matching hat. Making sure you had everything you needed, you grabbed your house keys and left. 

There was hardly a cloud in the sky, and the sun shone brightly, warming your skin. Passing house after house in the wonderful suburbs you and your husband lived in, you continued to smile. The streets were clean - as were the sidewalks and people's yards; freshly mowed. Colorful flowers were planted at each home, composed of roses, tulips, and marigolds. Your home also had a lovely little garden in the front yard, where you raised your pretty pink roses. They were your joy. 

Shady Grove was a small town in practically the middle of nowhere. All the houses were very similar and matched in color, size, and shape. Every yard - as said before - had gardens, perfectly planted, near the large front windows of the homes. White picket fences lined each property line, separating each house from the other. The wives made breakfast in the mornings while their husbands got ready for work. And after saying goodbye to their wives, they would leave for work. 

Everything in Shady Grove operated with perfect precision. The same type and brand of cars left their driveways at the same time each day, their engines starting in perfect unison. The children, neatly dressed in their school uniforms, marched to the bus stop, their laughter bright. The air was filled with the scent of freshly cut grass and blooming roses, as if someone had bottled the essence of suburban bliss and sprayed it all over the town.

You loved Shady Grove with its tidy streets and friendly neighbors. The community events organized by the Women's Association were always a highlight, bringing everyone together for picnics and bake sales. The local library, with its rows of perfectly shelved books, was your sanctuary on Saturdays - a place where you felt at peace among the orderly rows of shelves. To you, Shady Grove was simply the epitome of suburban paradise, and you cherished every moment spent within its meticulously maintained borders. 

Spotting a few blue birds, you watched them fly with a smile, hearing their little chirps. Your eyes then landed on the high grassy hills outside the town. Your eyes immediately spotted something in the distance, but before you could even think further, you remembered that you were planning on making a strawberry milk pie. You loved pie, and it was one of your husband’s favorites. Your neighbor, Susan Johnson, was dropping off some of her fresh home-grown strawberries the very next day. The market was just around the corner, so you decided to get some milk and eggs to prepare for the baking.

~~~

That evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, you hummed softly to yourself in the kitchen. You chopped vegetables with practiced ease, the rhythmic sound of the knife against the cutting board filling the air. The aroma of roasting chicken wafted through the house, mingling with the comforting scent of herbs and spices. It was your husband's favorite dish, and you took pride in preparing it just the way he liked it.

When you heard the familiar sound of the front door opening, you smiled to yourself; continuing to cook. "Honey, I'm home!" He called, making you giggle.

"Welcome home." You called, before finishing dinner. You were almost done.

"Is dinner almost ready, dear?" You heard your husband's voice, knowing him to be in the dining room. 

Opening the Dutch oven, you smiled as the scent of the delicious food wafted out, the aroma making your mouth water. A large plate full of roasted vegetables sat on the counter before you. Turning the heat off, you began to make both you and your husband a plate. "Yes, honey," You called back to him, "Just one moment." Heading to the dining room, you placed your husband's plate down in front of him, making him look away from his newspaper; setting it down on the table beside his food.

"This looks delicious, darling," He complimented, slipping off his dark brown, acetate frames, before beginning to dig in.

Sitting down at the end of the table, you grabbed the pastel yellow cotton napkin from the table, opened it, and placed it on your lap. Shuffling slightly in your seat, you got ready to eat, cutting into the meat with your fork and knife, "Is it to your liking?" You asked, glancing up at him, and taking a bite of the food.

Nodding, he spoke, "It is perfect, my darling," 

You smiled, watching as he enjoyed his meal, a sense of contentment washed over you. You loved these simple moments of domesticity, where the outside world seemed to fade away. "Well, how was your day, honey?"

Your husband cleared his throat, "It was quite a day, dear. I spent most of my time in the operating room." He began, pausing to sip at his water before continuing, "We had a particularly challenging case involving a brain tumor, but I'm pleased to say it went well." You nodded along, fully engaged in his words, "After the surgeries, I attended a meeting discussing new techniques we're hoping to implement soon. It's exhausting, but fulfilling work." He finished, looking up from his food, "Oh, how was your day today, dear?" He asked, as if remembering, but you hadn't noticed.

Your hand froze holding your fork mid-air at his question before you placed it back on your plate, "Oh, it was great, honey. I got groceries from the market, and I also cleaned up around the house and did some laundry."

Your husband paused, looking up at you slowly, "Nothing... Odd happened today?" His gaze was intense; questioning.

You continued to smile, though confused, you shook your head, "No, I don't recall anything odd happening today." Your smile then dropped as a question popped up in your head, blinking your eyes owlishly, "I didn't miss anything important today, did I?"

"No," Your husband spoke, seemingly satisfied with your answer.

"Oh!" You exclaimed as you remembered something, your husband's head shooting up at your exclamation, "I saw that there was a deal on that type of pork that you like, so I bought it for a future dish."

At your response, his shoulders dropped and he breathed out of his nose. Finishing his dinner, and patting the side of his lips, he grabbed the newspaper once more, "That's nice, dear," He spoke, his voice sounding slightly muffled behind the newspaper. "Some dessert would be nice."

"Dessert, absolutely," You quickly dabbed the corners of your own lips before standing. Grabbing your empty plate and his, you headed to the kitchen to fetch your loving and doting husband some well-deserved ice cream; he had such a long and hard day.

~~~

The next morning, you and your husband woke up bright and early; as you both did every morning. Dressing in a sunflower yellow fit-and-flare dress, you carefully made sure the rollers in your hair were still in place before getting ready for the day. It was the weekend, so your husband was thankfully staying home with you and keeping you company. Though, you did have a few plans for the day. Susan was coming over to drop those strawberries off, and you were planning to go to the library before coming home to make dinner and two strawberry milk pies - along with any house duties that needed to be done. 

Making sure you looked presentable, you began cleaning. As your husband read in his La-Z-Boy recliner, a cup of steaming coffee beside him on the coffee table - made just how he liked it - you were mopping the kitchen floors. The scent of lemon-scented cleaner filled the air, mingling with the aroma of brewing coffee. The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, casting long shadows across the freshly polished countertops.

As you finished in the kitchen, you turned your attention to dusting the shelves in the living room. Everything had to be just right for Susan's visit later. You straightened the neatly arranged books on the shelves, occasionally pausing to glance at your husband, immersed in his book with an unreadable expression.

"Would you like another cup of coffee, honey?" You asked, breaking the quiet concentration that filled the room.

He looked up, his eyes meeting yours with a faint smile. "No, thank you, dear. I'm fine for now," He replied, returning his attention to his book.

You nodded and continued with your tasks, the rhythmic swish of the feather duster against the bookshelves becoming a comforting background noise. But at the sound of the doorbell, you turned towards the noise, your content smile widening. "That must be Susan with the strawberries." You spoke, before heading to the door. 

Stashing your feather duster away, you brushed your skirt down with both hands before letting out a sigh. Reaching out, you opened the door, though, at the sight of the man outside your door, your smile faltered slightly; though, it didn't vanish.

The man in front of you let out a sigh of what seemed like a sigh of relief, a bright smile appearing on his face, "Finally! I found you! I've probably checked every house on this block looking for you. Are you alright? We have to go." He reached out to grab your arm but you stepped back, now majorly confused.

Your eyebrows furrowed, "Found me? What- Uh," You asked, stuttering, confused, but you recomposed yourself, "May I help you, sir?" 

This man before you went to speak, but ultimately shut his mouth. And then he just stared at you, his own eyebrows furrowed, his dark brown eyes seemingly analyzing you. It was intense. His eyes then broke from yours and glanced around wildly to the side and behind you before looking back at you, "It's me, the Doctor," He gestured to himself, but upon receiving no reply - confusion still in your eyes - his tone dropped, "You have to remember me." His voice is low, and deep, but you remained silent; a shiver ran through you from his intense stare, your cheeks feeling warm. 

You also took this time to observe him. His hair was brown, strands sticking up in odd angles like he had just gotten out of bed. His eyes were brown, like dark chocolate. He was tall, and lanky, wearing the very same attire your husband would wear to work. A thought buzzed in the back of your mind as you eyed his sideburns... 

'He looks a lot like my husband.'

"I'm sorry, sir, but I don't recognize you." You began, seeing something flash in his eyes as he ran a frustrated - almost angry - hand through his hair, "Do you work with my husband?"

Before he could speak though, your husband's voice caught your attention, "Who's at the door, dear?"

Turning, your smile widened at his presence, watching him enter the entryway. Your smile faltered slightly upon seeing your husband's frown. "This gentleman said that he was a doctor." You spoke to him, "Is he one of your colleagues?"

Your husband doesn't answer, coming up beside you, his hand coming up to press against your lower back. "Why don't you vacuum the living room, dear? You did mention that you wanted to clean the floor earlier." Your husband spoke, and you gave him a bright smile, nodding.

"Yes, honey." You spoke as your husband went to stand by the stranger at your door, his hand on the doorknob to shut the door behind him, wanting a private conversation with the man outside. Heading to the living room, just as the front door began to shut, it stopped suddenly. 

"Y/N!" You heard the stranger call for you, making you turn, seeing him holding the door open as your husband visibly glared at him. Your husband was trying to close the door, but the stranger was preventing him. The look on the stranger's face was a look of total determined desperation. For some reason, you felt that whatever he was going to say was urgent. Pushing against the strength of your husband, he grunted lightly before speaking; his dark eyes bore into yours, "When did you get married!?"

At those words, he was overpowered and the door slammed shut. The sound reverberated in your mind, echoing as you found yourself frozen to where you stood. You stared at the door, before you moved your hand up, your eyes meeting the glimmering ring on your ring finger. 

'When did you get married!?'

'When did I get married?'

Your mind felt suddenly blank, fuzzy even. You tried to recall the details of your wedding day, but the memories remained elusive, obscured behind a fog. You shut your eyes tight and rubbed your temples, hoping to coax out fragments of recollection, but all you could grasp were fleeting glimpses: the scent of roses in the air, the warmth of sunlight filtering through stained-glass windows, and the faces of smiling guests.

Opening your eyes, you looked around the living room. If you had gotten married, wouldn't there be pictures? Searching the walls, you passed each one, trying to find something - anything - that would confirm your wedding day. Each frame held snapshots of idyllic moments: vacations, family gatherings, and smiling faces captured in time. 

"No wedding photos," You muttered, your voice barely audible as a knot tightened in your stomach. It was as if the most significant day of your life had been erased, replaced by an unsettling void that threatened to swallow you whole. But you kept searching - from the dining room, kitchen, hallways, bathroom, and bedroom - yet, you found nothing. You even searched the closets for your dress, but even that too was missing. Finding yourself back in the living room, you heard the front door open. You could feel your husband's presence behind you, and you let out a shaky breath, "How come we don't have any pictures of our wedding?" You asked, not bothering to turn around.

"You didn't want any," He spoke, and that made you turn, your eyes holding so much confusion. He looked down at you, continuing, "Don't you remember? You didn't want us to waste our money on all that film or to hire someone to take them. That's why we didn't get any." He explained.

"I did that?" You asked, doubting yourself but more questions began popping up in your head, and before you could even stop yourself, you were speaking; "How long have we been married?"

Your husband let out a laugh as if what you had said was stupid, "Seven years," He replied, causing you to blink, "What do you mean how long have we been married?" Your husband shook his head, his hand rising to stroke your back, "It's nothing, darling. Just forget it, alright?"

“What about my dress? My wedding dress, where is it?” You asked, your finger twisting your wedding band around your finger; fidgeting.

“You donated it,” He answered, “Please, dear, this is silly-”

"Why did he look so much like you?" You ignored him, his usually comforting and welcomed touch burning you, you quickly slipped out of his hold, staring up at him with wide eyes as if he had grown a second head. "Who was he?"

He blinked at you before letting out an almost awkward chuckle, shaking his head, "Just a friend from work, really, this is nothing you need to be so worked up about. Isn't Susan coming by soon?" He tried to again divert the conversation, but you weren't having it.

"No! Something's not right here!" You exclaimed, gesturing around you wildly, "How come I can't remember my wedding? Which is supposed to be the happiest day of my life! And why don't we have any evidence of a wedding, except rings? Not even my dress! How come I don't know when we married, when you proposed, or how I even met you?" You then gestured to the front door, "And why the hell does he show up at the door claiming to know me? And why the hell does he look so much like you!? He had the same hair and the same suit! Th-the same eyes!" You paused, your chest heaving with emotion as you awaited his response. Your husband’s expression shifted subtly, a flicker of unease crossing his features before he composed himself.

"Darling, I think you’re overreacting," He said gently, his voice soothing yet tinged with an edge of caution. "You’ve been under a lot of stress lately. It’s understandable that you might feel confused."

You shook your head vehemently, your mind racing with unanswered questions. "I'm not overreacting!" You insisted, your voice rising despite your efforts to remain calm. "There are too many things that don't add up, too many gaps in my memory. Important things missing. What is going on!?” You felt like you were having an anxiety attack, “I feel like I am going crazy.”

Your husband sighed, his shoulders sagging slightly as he regarded you with a mixture of concern and frustration. "Darling, please," He implored, reaching out as if to touch your arm. "Let's not do this now. Susan will be here soon, and-"

"No!" You interrupted, stepping back to avoid his touch. "I need answers.” He hesitated, his gaze flickering towards the doorway where Susan's impending arrival seemed to be his only lifeline. You began to pace the floor, biting on your thumb nail as you stared down at the floor, concentrating; "I don't remember- There are too many gaps... He looks just like you... The same eyes... Oh, god, his eyes..." You continued to pace until you stopped. "He knew my name. He said my name." You realized, slowly looking up at your supposed husband, "What's my name?"

He scoffed out a laugh - as if what you said again was ridiculous, "I know your name, darling, we're husband and wife."

"Yeah, you say that, but for however long I've been with you, you've only called me 'dear,' or 'darling.'" You took a step towards him, "What's my name?" His laughter grated against your fraying nerves, his dismissive tone fueling the fire under you. Yet, you stood your ground, refusing to back down despite the uncertainty gnawing at your core. "What's my name?" You repeated, your voice steady but laced with desperation. "Tell me my name."

Your husband’s face faltered, his eyes darting away from yours as if unable to meet the weight of your gaze. Silence stretched between you, thick with unspoken truths and the gravity of the situation unraveling before you both. "I..." He began, his voice wavering, but instead of answering, he looked away, his jaw clenched

"He knew my name," You murmured, a chill running down your spine as the pieces fell into place. "He called me by my name." The realization hit you like a tidal wave, washing away the illusions that had ensnared your mind for too long. You weren't the doting and compliant wife of your husband in Shady Grove. You were Y/N, a companion of the Doctor; a traveler of galaxies. 

~~~

Leaning against the console of the TARDIS, you tried to keep still - rocking on the balls of your feet - but you were excited to see where the Doctor was taking you next. You watched as he whizzed around the circular console, pulling levers and flipping switches. 

"Where are we going today, Doctor?" You asked, unable to stop a small smile from growing on your face as Doctor flipped the final switch, the TARDIS hummed loudly, and the lights flashed for a split second.

"We, my dear companion, are going to Xephus." He exclaimed, looking over at you, "I stumbled upon it a couple of decades ago. Lovely place, nice people."  

The Doctor started talking about the planet and its history. How it was a beautiful planet with lots of trees, animals, water, and so much food it would be impossible to eat it all. He continued talking about the beauty of the place and how it was similar to Earth. You admired him as he ranted, watching as the different expressions crossed his face; passion and excitement sparkled in his eyes at the mere thought of showing you another spectacular planet. 

It was hard not to admire him. The way he spoke, the boundless enthusiasm he had for every discovery, every hidden corner of the universe. You'd been traveling with the Doctor for what felt like a lifetime, each journey only deepening your affection for him. At first, you told yourself it was just admiration, pure and simple - respect for his intelligence, bravery, and endless curiosity - his overall zest for life. But, the admiration had developed into something deeper, something you were hesitant to acknowledge fully in the beginning.

But you accepted that you had feelings for him a long time ago. More specifically when he took you to a planet called 'Blimszarys.' It was a quiet, unspoken truth that had made its way into your heart, a warmth that spread through you whenever he smiled or took your hand as you ran from danger.

You came to terms with it, embracing the reality of your feelings without expecting anything in return. The Doctor was a being of infinite complexity, and you were just one of many companions who had shared in his extraordinary life. The thought of burdening him with your feelings felt selfish and unnecessary. He had enough weight on his shoulders.

Besides, being by his side was enough for you.

"Y/N," His voice broke you out of whatever trance you had been trapped within, seeing his eyebrows furrowed, and dark eyes staring down at you; confused. "Was I boring you?" He asked with a chuckle, and you quickly shook your head, feeling your cheeks flush from embarrassment.

"No! Of course not, Doctor. You could never bore me," You insisted, turning to fully look at him, "I'm sorry, there's just a lot on my mind right now." You gave him a reassuring smile, but the concern on his face still lingered. 

"Are you alright?" He then asked, "If you're not feeling well, we don't have to go. You humans and your human diseases, you never take care of yourselves properly." He huffed with faux indignantly, shaking his finger in your direction as he walked around the console.

"Hey, us humans certainly try," You protested, chuckling softly, following him around the console, meeting him by his side, "I am perfectly fine though. I'm not getting sick or anything. I just have a lot on my mind right now." 'You’re on my mind. You’re always on my mind.' You thought as the Doctor stared down at you, his gaze intense as they were whenever he was deep in thought. You just looked right back at him, a smile on your face, butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

With a huff, seemingly accepting your answer, that brilliant smile of his returned and he threw an arm over your shoulders; bringing you to his side. "Alright right then! To Xephus! Allons-y!"

~~~

You remembered appearing on Xephus, feeling pretty excited to see the planet that the Doctor had discovered decades ago, and spoke so fondly of. You remembered leaving with the Doctor - hand-in-hand - as you both traveled through a large field of flowers, towards the town in the distance. You then remembered going off to wander the town on your own. At some point in your wandering, you remembered seeing glimpses of people in dark cloaks. You remember the feeling of their hands on your arms, the fear coursing through you as you tried to call out for the Doctor.

You didn't know what they did to brainwash you, and you weren't going to stay for anyone to try and brainwash you again. Staring at the man before you, he stared right back, but before he could do or say anything, you bolted. Running out of the room and out the front door, you stumbled down the walkway, past the sidewalk, and onto the street. Your breathing was heavy, your chest rising and falling as your eyes frantically searched around you. 

"Stop her!" You heard the man, who paraded around as your husband, your head whipping around to see him rushing towards you. Eyes wide, you continued to run, passing house after house; seeing men leaving their homes to chase you as well. Your labored breathing and your quick-beating heart echoed and pulsed in your ears as you passed the market; housewives, dressed in their fifties-themed attire, looked at you through the large windows oddly before going back to their shopping. Turning down another street, you frantically searched for any sign of the Doctor, weaving past an oncoming car - narrowingly missing it - as you frantically looked around for the Doctor.

Passing through two buildings - a barber shop and a diner - you pressed your back against the wall, trying to control your breathing as you quickly chucked off your heels. "She's over here!" You heard another voice yell, and you booked it. Running in between the two buildings, it spat you back out onto another street. You didn't look back, hearing the pounding of feet behind you. The large group of men - dressed in their suits and ties - were chasing after you; in reality, all of them were manipulating husbands. 

You ran until you reached another street lined with shops; only to then feel someone grab your arm and pull you into an alley. You were whipped around, your back pressing up against the brick wall of the apothecary shop. Regaining your bearings, you quickly recognized the hands that were wrapped around your upper arms. You knew those long and long and slender hands anywhere. His grip was a mix of gentleness and intensity; the warmth of them seeping into your skin soothingly. Looking up, you sighed - tears of relief burning the backs of your eyes. 

"Doctor, I-"

"Are you alright?" He interrupted, his voice gentle but urgent - his words came out quickly, yet clearly - though breathless from running and hiding; searching for you. Your well-being was his top priority. He waited for your response, his wide, dark chocolate brown eyes flickering over your face, before searching your eyes; looking for any signs of injury or distress. His furrowed eyebrows softened as he confirmed to himself that you were unharmed. If anything were to happen you...

"I'm okay," You spoke softly, still trying to calm your racing heart, "I'm okay," You repeated, your hands coming up to grab the edges of his light brown overcoat. “Right when I remembered, I ran for the hills.”

The Doctor let out a breath of relief. His hands fell from your arms, cupping your cheeks. Already looming over you, he bent towards you, shutting his eyes, and pressing his forehead against yours. Your own eyes fluttered shut, your grip on his overcoat tightening. The Doctor, internally, felt a pang of guilt rush over him. If only he stayed by your side. If only he kept an eye on you... This wouldn't have happened. 

His protectiveness was fierce. Every instinct screamed to keep you safe, to ensure that no harm would ever come your way under his watch. The very thought of you being hurt stirred a deep-seated fear within him, a fear that fueled his relentless vigilance.

"Stay close to me," He whispered, his voice a blend of tenderness and steely determination. His hands, warm and reassuring, remained on your cheeks as if anchoring you to him; as if he was reassuring himself that you were truly safe. That you were there with him, next to him, alive and in one piece.

At that moment, with his forehead pressed against yours and his breath mingling with your own, you knew the Doctor would fight against the universe itself just to keep you safe, and as you stood there in his arms, you knew that you were more than just a companion - you were someone he cared for deeply, someone he would protect with every fiber of his being.

"I don't think we can talk or charm our way out of this one." You softly spoke, opening your eyes as he pulled away; his eyes meeting yours. Suddenly, a loud piercing siren began to blare, startling both you and the Doctor; it sounded like an earthquake siren. "They have sirens!?"

"Nifty, huh?" The Doctor spoke, his eyebrows furrowing in curiosity, "It's probably for those who try to escape."

"What are we going to do?" You asked, cupping your hands to your ears

Seemingly going back to his usual self, an idea formed in his mind. "Oh, you know, the usual." He spoke, flashing you a quick, mischievous grin. "Run like mad, avoid getting caught, and come up with a brilliant plan on the fly." You couldn't help but smile at his infectious enthusiasm. 

"Sounds good to me, just as long as we get out of here together," You spoke, and the Doctor grinned, taking one of your hands in his.

"Right then," He said, his eyes sparkling with renewed determination. "Allons-y!" He ducked his head out of the alleyway, peering left and right before leading you through an empty street, his pace quick and purposeful. As you ran, despite the chaos, the terrible siren went off. He thrived in these moments, where quick thinking and daring moves were essential. Finally, you reached the TARDIS, the blue box standing tall and resilient on the field outside of the town. The Doctor pulled out his key, the door swinging open just as your pursuers came bounding up the hill of the green field. "In we go!" He urged, practically pushing you inside before slamming the door shut behind him. He immediately began flipping switches and pulling levers, the TARDIS roaring to life. As the familiar wheezing and groaning filled the air, you leaned against the console, catching your breath. The Doctor, now back in his element, looked at you with a triumphant smile. "See? Piece of cake."

You laughed, the tension of the past moments finally melting away. "You're impossible," You said, shaking your head.

"And you love it," He replied with a wink, his hands still busy at the controls.

You felt an immense warmth fill you, engulfing you, and making your heart skip a beat as you smiled. You suddenly closed the distance between you and the Doctor, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug. He stiffened for a moment in surprise before relaxing, his arms encircling you in return.

"Thank you," You whispered against his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his embrace. "For getting me out of there."

The Doctor's hold tightened slightly, his head resting gently against yours. "Always," He murmured softly, the single word carrying so much weight behind it. And at the feeling of his soft kiss on the top of your head, you held him tighter, wanting to convey everything that was rushing through your mind at that moment.

Letting go reluctantly, you gave him a small - yet, almost shy - smile. "I'm going to change, and get these rollers out of my hair." You spoke, "I'll be right back." 

The Doctor watched you go, a small fond smile slipping onto his face. Watching as you headed towards your room that the TARDIS gave you. 

~~~

Sitting at the open doors of the TARDIS, the Doctor watched the death of a few stars. As he waited for you to return, he thought back to Xephus. The guilt of losing sight of you still gnawed at him. If only... No, he couldn't allow himself to dwell on what-ifs.

When you had both split up, he found himself wandering around town, near the shops. Xephus was completely different than it was when he first visited it decades ago. He remembered the planet to be like Earth, with Earth-like food, plants, animals, and people who lived there. But, instead of cottages, there was a town full of suburban homes, barber shops, and markets. Your words played out in his mind, 'It's like stepping into the nineteen-fifties.' For some reason, the Doctor had a bad feeling in his gut. 

Before he knew it, he couldn't find you, and the 'Elders' of the town of Shady Grove had taken him to their underground facility underneath the suburban houses. The Doctor stood in the dimly lit room, his eyes fixated on the screen displaying you, a shadow of your former self, dutifully fulfilling the role of a perfect housewife. His initial curiosity of why the planet had changed so much had given way to a burning anger, his normally lively features now etched with fury.

"Why would you do such a thing!?" He demanded, his voice echoing through the large room of metal walls and concrete floors. "What possible reason could you have for stripping away her identity, her memories, her life?"

The Elders, a group of stern-faced older men, exchanged glances before one of them stepped forward. His hair was graying, and his eyes were piercing. "We needed to create a harmonious society," The Elder explained, his tone measured and cold. "Individualism breeds chaos, and we have perfected a system where everyone has a role, a purpose. That was why Xephus has changed, Doctor. When you came here, we deemed your companion suitable for progressing our town. She was then chosen to be integrated into our community to maintain order and balance."

The Doctor's fists clenched at his sides, "Order and balance?" He echoed incredulously. "At the cost of her free will? Her autonomy? You have no right!"

The Elders remained unperturbed by the Doctor’s outburst. Another one stepped forward, his expression impassive. "Order and balance are paramount, Doctor," he stated calmly. "Without them, society would descend into chaos. Your companion’s integration was essential for the stability of Shady Grove."

The Doctor's fists tightened further, his knuckles turning white. He glanced back at the screen, his eyes narrowing as he observed the fake husband’s interactions with you. Jealousy tickled the edges of his mind, an unfamiliar and unwelcome emotion. Then, he noticed just how eerily similar the fake husband looked to him - his brown hair, sharp features, and charming demeanor. 

"Why does he look like me?" The Doctor demanded, his voice low and dangerous.

The first Elder, the one with the piercing eyes, replied with a faint, knowing smile. "During the brainwashing process, we extracted your companion’s subconscious desires and ideals. We created a husband based on her ideal partner to make her transition smoother and the illusion more believable. It turns out, Doctor, that her ideal partner is you."

If the Doctor was shocked, he didn't show it. He turned back to the screen, watching as the fake husband leaned in to kiss your cheek, a gesture that sent a sharp pang through his hearts. It was a bitter irony; you had been taken from him and given a life that mirrored what you might have desired, but it was a cruel mockery of reality.

The Doctor felt a mix of emotions, though his anger reigned supreme. The intensity of his anger rolled off of him in waves. "You think you've created the perfect society," He seethed, his eyes narrowed slightly. "But you've only created a prison. And I will free it! You won't hurt her, or anyone else, ever again." He stood tall, his jaw tightening, and his eyes darkening, "Enjoy your illusion of control while it lasts," He spat. "Because I’m going to dismantle it, piece by piece."

In short, it took three days for him to escape the cell they tossed him in while at the underground facility. Thankfully, he had his sonic screwdriver. It was also surprisingly easy to destroy their brainwashing machines. He then navigated through the facility’s labyrinthine corridors, his thoughts were solely focused on one goal: reaching you. Emerging from the underground facility - for some reason popping out of the barber's shop - he took a moment to breathe in the cool night air, the stars above a stark contrast to the artificial confines below.

And well, he found you, and he had hoped - deep down - that upon seeing him everything would come back to you, but it hadn't. Then your 'husband' got in the way. But, as he was getting led back to the facility, he escaped and hid in a nearby alleyway. But you were safe, you were in the TARDIS, not brainwashed, or injured. You were safe. 

However, what the Elders had said and showed him was bubbling in his mind. The Elders said that they created your ideal partner to help you believe in your new life. And your ideal partner was him. The Doctor let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. He had always known that you admired him, but this revelation was different. It forced him to confront feelings he had buried deep inside. Feelings he had for you.

The fear was still there, gnawing at him. He was scared because of what had happened with Rose. Losing her had been one of the most painful experiences of his long life. The thought of starting a relationship with you only to lose you in the end terrified him. He took another deep breath, trying to calm himself. 

The sound of your footsteps drew him from his troubling thoughts, his gaze shifting from the stars and over his shoulder. You walked out of the hallway, dressed in your sweats. You ran a hand through your hair, free from the rollers; you had taken a shower. Spotting him, you smiled, walking over. The Doctor turned back to the stars as you sat down beside him. Letting your socked feet hang off the edge, you gently kicked them; your hands pressed at your side, palms against the grated floor. 

Turning your head, you observed the Doctor's side profile before speaking, "So, I have some questions," You spoke up, breaking the silence, and the Doctor turned, giving you a grin.

"What would you like to know?" He asked, and you huffed lightly, looking back at the stars.

"How long was I under their control?" You asked, a rough one right out the gate, but you had to know.

"Ah," The Doctor nodded his head, "Three days."

You snapped your head over to him, your eyes wide, "Three days?" You gasped. "It felt like forever. How did they make it seem so real?"

"Ah, well," He breathed out, "They manipulated your memories and created an environment that catered to your subconscious desires. Time felt different because they controlled every aspect of your perception." He spoke nonchalantly, masking his inner turmoil with his usual wit and calm demeanor. "I'm afraid they were quite crafty, those Elders. Manipulating time and memory like a magician pulling rabbits out of a hat," He answered with a wry smile, though his eyes betrayed a hint of self-disappointment.

You nodded slowly, absorbing his explanation while sensing the underlying tension in his voice. "It's incredible and terrifying at the same time," You murmured, your own emotions still raw from the ordeal. “Did you stop them? Whatever they were doing or using to brainwash people?”

���Of course,” He whipped out his sonic screwdriver, tossing it in the air and catching it, “They won’t hurt anyone again.”

You nodded, pleased, before you asked the last question on your mind, "What about him..." You began, feeling your face become warm as you glanced over at the Doctor, "Why did he look so eerily like you?"

The Doctor's smile softened, "Ah, that," He sighed, his gaze turning thoughtful. "Your ideal image of a companion, someone you'd trust implicitly, resembled me. I suppose they delved into your subconscious desires and found me lurking in there somewhere," He explained, his voice tinged with a mix of amusement and melancholy. "It's unsettling, I know," He continued, "But they used that resemblance to make their charade more convincing. They wanted to create a seamless transition for you, to make you believe in this fabricated reality they'd constructed."

You let out a small chuckle, making the corners of the Doctor's lips twitch, "I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm laughing," You spoke, calming down to finish, "What a twisted version of reality."

"Yes, but you saw through it," He said, his eyes searching yours with admiration. "You broke free from their grip. That takes immense strength."

A faint flush warmed your cheeks as you met his gaze - his compliment practically turning you into mush. "Thank you." You shuffled, becoming slightly nervous under his gaze, your hand moving slightly, accidentally brushing against his, also pressed against the floor of the TARDIS.

The Doctor smiled warmly, "You're welcome," He glanced at your hands beside his, "And as for him," He added, his tone turning slightly playful, "Well, I suppose I should be flattered that your ideal partner bears such a striking resemblance to me."

"I do have impeccable taste," You teased, a playful glint in your eye as you met his gaze.

The Doctor chuckled softly, the sound like music in the quiet of the TARDIS. "Well, who wouldn't want an adventurer with two hearts?" 

"And that hair," You quipped, reaching up to tousle his hair playfully. "Definitely a plus."

Laughing in unison, you looked back out at the beautiful dying of stars, the bright colorful light reflecting off of your face and hair. The Doctor couldn't look away, captivated by the way the starlight danced across your features, illuminating your face with a soft, ethereal glow. He found himself mesmerized by the way your eyes sparkled with curiosity and intelligence, absorbing the vastness of the cosmos with wonder.

"You know," He murmured, breaking the comfortable silence between you, "I've seen countless stars and galaxies, but none of them compare to the way you shine in their light."

Eyes wide in surprise, you stared at him, mouth slightly agape. His words were sweet but unexpected. You were not expecting him to say that, in such a way. You were so used to his charm, wit, and sarcasm, and yes, he complimented you more often than not, but with the way that he was gazing at you... It was different. Again, the intensity. His words left your heart racing, the beat of your blood pounding loudly in your ears. Your fingers twitched, desperate to reach out and touch him but you stopped yourself. You didn't even know what to say. 

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing pulse, your mind reeling with the weight of his admission. "Doctor," You finally managed, your voice barely above a whisper, "I... I don't know what to say."

He nodded slowly, his gaze gentle yet filled with an intensity that spoke volumes. "You don't have to say anything," He assured you, his hand reaching out tentatively to brush against yours. "I just needed you to know."

The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine, your fingers intertwining with his as you met his gaze. At that moment, surrounded by the majesty of the cosmos and bathed in the light of a thousand dying stars, uncertainty melted away. The Doctor's admission had laid bare his hearts, and in his eyes, you saw a reflection of your own feelings mirrored back at you. It reminded you of a song, oddly enough.

Unable to stop a giddy smile from appearing on your face, you let out a small giggle. "That is quite possibly the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me," You spoke softly, squeezing his hand.

The Doctor's cheeks flushed at your statement, unable to fight the smile on his lips. He was thankful that you hadn't let go of his hand; your touch was comforting, and his smile only widened as you shuffled closer to him. A soothing, bubbly warm feeling spread through his body as you then laid your head on his shoulder. His hand left yours before moving behind you, his arm enveloping you in his embrace. 

The sight of the stars dying, bursting into a kaleidoscope of colors, was breathtaking, but both of you knew they were insignificant compared to each other.

~~~

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Hey could I request a fem reader x eggsy and maybe she’s like from a different spy agency? And she likes to infiltrate eggsys missions kinda like ada wong and Leon Kennedy? And instead of like stealing from him on one mission she helps him out and they confess their feelings?

Hi there!

Thank you so much for your request. I genuinely love writing for Eggsy, and the concept you’ve described has a lot of potential. However, I want to be upfront with you - I’ve already written a few fanfics for Eggsy with a very similar plot to your request. Because of that, I’m worried I wouldn’t be able to pour my heart into this story the way I’d want to. I always strive to create something amazing for each request, and I’d feel bad if I delivered something that felt subpar to either of us.

If you haven’t already, I’d love for you to check out these fanfics I’ve written with similar themes:

We Meet Again - Eggsy Unwin X Female Reader We Meet Again In Italy - Eggsy Unwin X Female Reader Super Spy - Eggsy Unwin X Female Reader

(Let me know if the links do not work.)

That said, if you have a different idea for a fanfic, or if you’d like, you can provide me with more details for your request - it might help inspire me to come up with something unique and tailored just for you! Please feel free to send it my way - I’d love to create something special for you.

Thank you again for reaching out, and I hope to hear from you soon!

Chloe <3

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Huhuhu!!

I’d like to request a lord of the rings/the hobbit matchup please!!

So for my physical appearance 5,1, I have hazel eyes, and straightish brunette hair, I wear glasses since I have very poor eyes. Usually I have a somewhat simple style, I wear loafers and some flare jeans, hoodies with nice patterns and scarfes. Common colors are brown black beige green white and red also wear gold jewelry.

For my hobbies, I love painting and drawing a lot on general, I always try to read but I can never get myself to do so properly though… and I really like taking walks. I really. I also like talking to all of my friends a lot.

When meeting new people I can get a little shy, and I often convince myself that the people don’t like me, especially if I see them as like better then me. But when I meet new people and I’m already around some that I know and like I am more outgoing!! Oh and also I get very overwhelmed with my emotions quite easily, and when I’m angry I get sad.

And usually I’m somewhat extroverted..

Now my favorite songs are among others, scott pilgrim by plumteee, miles by mother mother, and pink triangle by weezer.

I hope this isn’t too long, I understand the struggle with dyslexia!!

Hello!

I hope you like your romantic matchup for both The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings!

:)

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(This was fun to do)

Enjoy!

Romantic Matchups; The Lord Of The Rings and The Hobbit

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Romantic;

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The Lord Of The Rings;

Legolas Greenleaf -

You meet Legolas when you join the Fellowship of the Ring, tasked to assist in the journey as a skilled artist and observer.

Your talents lie in drawing maps and capturing landscapes to help the group navigate unfamiliar territories.

Initially, Legolas is intrigued by your quiet demeanor and notices your hesitation around him. (And some others.)

He offers small reassurances and makes an effort to include you in conversations.

During your travels, Legolas becomes your closest companion.

You bond over your shared appreciation for nature, often walking alongside each other in peaceful silence.

He admires your sketches, frequently complimenting how your art captures the beauty of Middle-Earth.

He even suggests places you could draw and finds rare flowers to inspire your paintings and drawings.

You sit together on nights when the Fellowship camps, and he shares elvish tales while you sketch or paint the stars above.

Long walks become a cherished routine for both of you.

Legolas matches your pace, pointing out hidden wonders like deer trails or rare blooms you might miss.

He teaches you elvish phrases and songs, enjoying your attempts to pronounce them.

In return, you teach him how to draw your favorite things.

You collaborate on making detailed maps, your artistic eyes blending beautifully when his keen sense of direction, memory, and, you know, his elf eyes can see pretty far.

Legolas finds himself drawn to your quiet strength and the way you light up when talking about things you love.

He begins to linger near you more often.

Offering his hand to help you over rough terrain or shielding you from rain.

You start noticing how his gaze lingers when you're focused on your art.

The corners of his mouth lifted in a soft smile.

His gentle nature and patience make your heart flutter.

The confession happens during a quiet moment in Lothlorien.

You're painting the shimmering trees, and Legolas watches in awe as you bring the golden and silver hues to life.

"You see the world with such beauty," He murmured, "It makes me wish I could see through your eyes... But perhaps being by your side is enough."

His words leave you speechless before you confess the very same.

"I could say the same to you, Legolas." You spoke softly, "You show me beauty in ways I never thought possible. It's not just the world… it's you."

Legolas’s eyes widened for a moment, the faintest hint of surprise gracing his otherwise serene expression.

Then, a gentle smile broke across his face, one so full of warmth it made your heart ache.

"Then let us share this journey together," He said, his voice as steady and soothing as a summer breeze.

"Through my eyes and yours, we will see more beauty than either of us could alone."

His hand brushed yours, fingers intertwining in a gesture so natural, it was as if they had always belonged there.

At that moment, surrounded by the tranquil beauty of Lothlórien, the two of you found something rare and unspoken - an unbreakable bond that only grew stronger with every passing day.

Legolas shows his affection through subtle gestures - tucking a stray hair behind your ear, carrying your supplies without being asked, and bringing you small treasures like unique leaves or stones.

He often hums elvish melodies while you paint, creating a serene atmosphere. You find it comforting, a constant reminder of his presence.

You tease him for being able to walk on snow.

You wish you could walk on snow...

Stargazing becomes a regular activity. He teaches you the elvish names of constellations, tracing them in the sky with his finger.

He braids small strands of your hair, incorporating elvish designs, and you return the favor by weaving wildflowers into his.

Legolas loves walking with you, the world bathed in soft golden hues. He often expresses how peaceful it feels to be by your side.

He makes it his mission to protect you, always keeping you in his line of sight during battles.

If you ever feel overwhelmed, he softly sings elvish songs to calm you.

Legolas would carve small wooden tokens for you to carry, tiny reminders of his love.

When he’s deep in thought, you bring him tea or sit beside him, offering quiet comfort until he’s ready to speak.

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The Hobbit;

Kili Durin -

You meet Kili when the company of Thorin Oakenshield arrives at Beorn’s home.

You live there, having been friends with Beorn since you were small.

He was your protector.

Kili’s curiosity is piqued the moment he sees you in the barn.

He’s fascinated by your flair for art and strikes up a conversation by jokingly asking if you could make him look more handsome in a drawing.

Kili quickly becomes your partner-in-crime, always roping you into playful pranks on the Company.

Your shared sense of humor makes you an inseparable duo.

You end up going with him and the Company for the rest of their trip.

He loves watching you sketch, often leaning over your shoulder and asking endless questions about your process.

His genuine interest never fails to make you smile.

The two of you exchange stories - him recounting dwarven adventures and you sharing the songs that inspire your art.

He practices archery with you, offering to teach you (though it often devolves into playful teasing and laughter).

You both enjoy stargazing, lying on the grass, and sharing dreams and aspirations under the vast sky.

Kili starts seeking out your company more than anyone else’s.

He becomes unusually protective, always stepping in front of you when there’s danger.

You notice how his teasing turns softer, his jokes aimed more at making you laugh than flustering you.

The realization hits you - his laugh, his warmth, his ability to make you feel safe - it all makes your heart race.

The confession happens after a particularly close call in battle. Kili pulls you aside, gripping your hands tightly.

“I don’t think I can go another day without telling you how much you mean to me. You’re the best part of this journey.” His words are heartfelt and earnest, leaving you both smiling through tears.

Kili showers you with attention, from playful winks across a crowded room to bear hugs that lift you off the ground.

He loves holding your hand, whether walking through the woods or sitting by the fire.

The relationship is filled with warmth, laughter, and an undeniable sense of belonging.

Kili loves stealing your scarf and wearing it around camp, claiming it’s “to remember your warmth.”

He writes you short, clumsy poems that always make you laugh, even when they don’t rhyme.

The two of you bake together, though it’s more about throwing flour at each other than actually making something edible.

He’d create small trinkets or jewelry out of materials he finds during travels, presenting them with a proud grin.

Kili would always stand up for you, no matter the odds, ensuring you feel safe and valued.

Cuddles? Cuddles. :)

Yeah, no one is dying.

You’d sketch a heartfelt portrait of Thorin’s Company, giving it to him as a token of his journey and heritage.

You'd also draw him, joking bout how you made him "more handsome", you just drew him how you see him.

You’d keep his spirits up with your humor and warmth, becoming his anchor in tough times.

You’d craft a small journal filled with your drawings and notes about your adventures together, something he’d treasure forever.

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Hello may I have a male romantic matchup for Spiderverse? (Feel free to delete this if I did not follow the rules or I've already sent this, thank you!)

I’m 23 years old, transmasc, genderfluid, biromantic, and pansexual. My pronouns are He/They. I’m around 5'3". I’m around 5'3", Filipino with some Spanish heritage, and I have medium brown hair with grayish tips, plus a small beauty mark on my forehead. My style blends feminine tomboy, soft punk/rocker chic, and rustic vibes.

I’m an ENTP-T with a 4w5 enneagram, and my moral alignment is neutral good. I may have ambiverted cutesy tendencies, but actually hella complex--joyful, gentle, warm, and supportive, that can be exasperated if they provoke me, tends to be overly excited even at the smallest things. Sarcastic, driven, and outspoken at times, and most of the time childish with a potty loud mouth with a lame humor. I’m also passionate, loyal, creative, and bright, with a tendency to be sensitive, moody, and dramatic. I really dislike stereotypes, toxic masculinity, and anything brought by insufferable pathetic people. I value respect, shared interests, and a good balance of unpredictability and care.

I love arts, literature, history, singing, anything about Catholics, 2000s-2010s music, Kpop. I also enjoy drawing, writing, and playing flute. I’m part of my college’s choral group and used to be a top student.

Hello!

Here is your romantic matchup for Spiderverse!

I hope you like it!

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Enjoy!

Romantic Matchup; Spiderverse

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Romantic;

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Spiderverse;

Hobie Brown -

You met Hobie at the Spider Society, somewhere between a mission briefing and Miguel yelling about anomalies.

You both showed up late - Hobie on purpose and you because you got distracted helping someone with a gadget malfunction.

Hobie noticed you immediately.

The medium brown hair with gray tips, the beauty mark on your forehead, the soft punk yet rustic vibe - it all screamed, "Interesting person I need to know".

When Miguel started scolding both of you for being late, Hobie leaned over and whispered, "Oi, late buddies stick together, yeah? Stick it to ‘im.” His signature smirk made you chuckle, and the spark was instant.

From here, Hobie hovered - not in a weird way, but he always seemed to be wherever you were.

Maybe he'd pretend to need help with his guitar's tuning (even though you both knew he didn't.)

Hobie admired your mix of traits - complex, creative, outspoken yet gentle - and he vibed with your strong opinions.

He's all about defying gravity expectations, so when he heard your disdain for stereotypes and toxic masculinity, he grinned like, "They get it."

Your conversations were magnetic.

Whether debating history, sharing sarcastic takes about other Spiders ("Is Miguel always this uptight?"), or humming 2000s throwback hits while fixing tech together, the two of you never ran out of things to say.

He caught you singing during a team mission once - while fighting off a small gang of Vulture variants.

Hobie plays his guitar while you sing or play your flute.

He loves how your voices and sounds blend, chaotic yet beautiful.

He’d never admit it, but it’s his favorite part of the day.

You both roll your eyes and whisper jokes during serious Spider Society meetings.

Miguel sighs dramatically, “If you two would like to share with the class...”

Hobie caught feelings slowly - realizing over time that he didn’t just like being around you; he needed you around.

He loved your energy, the way you light up over the smallest things, and how you care so deeply.

You started noticing too: the way he always stood a little closer, the small smile when you were excited about a book or history fact, the way he defended you when someone made a snide comment.

Hobie started showing up at your universe randomly with gifts - a guitar pick he painted, flowers he picked “just because,” or an old vinyl he thought you’d like.

The confession happened on a rooftop overlooking your dimension’s skyline. You were both recovering from a fight - sitting side by side with tired smiles.

Hobie handed you one of his guitar picks, but this one had your initials painted on it.

“You’re my favorite, y’know? You keep me grounded. No one’s quite like you.” He looked at you, waiting.

You laughed nervously, teasing him, “Are you confessing or just being Hobie?”

He grinned, leaning closer. “Both, yeah?”

You accepted his words - smiling softly - and Hobie responded by leaning his forehead against yours, murmuring, “Guess that makes us a team now.”

He treats you like an equal, always respecting your independence while being your fiercest supporter.

He sneaks into your universe to cook breakfast (burns the toast, insists it’s “extra crispy”).

He leaves little notes - “Revolution at 7. Don’t be late, starshine.” - with doodles of spiders or guitars.

You both write music together now.

Hobie brings the beats, and you bring the vocals or epic flute solos. He absolutely brags about it to the other Spiders.

You drag Hobie to libraries, but he always ends up sitting next to you, pretending to nap while you geek out about Shakespeare or history books.

He secretly loves listening to you ramble.

Hobie calls you “starshine” and “love” casually like it’s second nature.

He always makes sure you feel appreciated, often saying things like, “You’re brilliant.”

Random forehead kisses when you’re overthinking or stressed. “Oi, quit thinkin’ so hard. You’ll fry your brain.”

He’d stand up for you in any situation, no questions asked.

Someone insults you?

Hobie’s already shutting them down with a sarcastic, biting comment.

He builds you cool gadgets - a collapsible flute or a sketchpad that doesn’t smudge - because he knows your passions matter.

Hobie would learn songs you love and play them for you, unprompted.

You sing to calm him down after a particularly hard mission.

It’s something soft and comforting, and Hobie swears he’s never heard anything better.

You’re his rock, supporting his fight against authority and making sure he’s okay when he hides his struggles.

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Hey, could I get a supernatural match up? Don't really have a preference for platonic or romantic, both maybe?

I'm 19, bi, he/him

Appearance: I'm pretty pale, green eyes, freckles but just on my face, 5'6. Kinda lanky, but hourglass, which is weird for a guy but eh. My hair is a warm brown, short, side swept bangs, the tips of my hair stick out the bottom of my beanies when I wear them( think Sid Jenkins from Skins)

I tend to wear hoodies, sweaters, silly graphic tees. I have big square glasses that I'm pretty much blind without. I also almost always have my headphones on or around my neck. I wear a lot of jeans too, but my cargo pants r my fav, lots of pockets to hold my trinkets

Personality: I'm pretty awkward at first, stand off ish, but once someone gets to know me I'm pretty goofy. I'm kinda sensitive though, my feelings get hurt easily. I'm also kinda clueless, if it isn't something pertaining to my interests, I'm a complete idiot with zero braincells. Im a crazy cat guy too. I adore those lil guys. Very big music person too, I listen to lost of different types(call me polyJAMorous) but metal is my fav. I'm also kinda a coward. Im constantly worrying about how things could go wrong. Not sure if this is important or not but I'm also schizophrenic.

Other: my platonic love languages are quality time and acts of service. I enjoy just sitting in a room w someone, both of us doing our own thing but doing them together. But romantically it's physical touch and gift giving/receiving. Big pda fan, major cuddle bug. Also love both giving and receiving gifts.

Hello!

I hope you like your romantic and platonic matchups for SPN!

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Enjoy!

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Romantic And Platonic Matchup; Supernatural

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Romantic;

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Supernatural;

Sam Winchester -

You and Sam met during your shared creative writing class in college.

You sat in the back, hoodie up, headphones hanging around your neck, looking like you wanted to disappear into the walls.

Today was just one of those days...

You didn't get enough sleep the night before so...

Sam, being the kind and observant guy he is, noticed you immediately.

He thought you seemed quiet and maybe even a little bit lonely.

The first time he talked to you was when he sat next to you in class and asked, "Cool Metallica hoodie. Are you a fan?"

It took you a bit, but within a good couple of minutes before class, you were ranting about your favorite songs and albums.

He knew he liked you instantly.

Over time, you'd sit next to each other during lectures.

Sam became your "human notebook" partner, always letting you borrow notes when your brain checked out halfway through class.

Why were lectures so boring sometimes?

They just drone on and on and on-

Sam admired your quiet but goofy personality and found your awkwardness endearing.

You brought out his soft, patient side and he always made an effort to help you feel comfortable.

You two spent a lot of time in the library, you writing or sketching after doing some homework, while Sam poured over textbooks.

He loved how you'd absentmindedly hum mental songs under your breath while doodling on your notes.

Study sessions often turned into Sam helping you not worry about upcoming assignments, quizzes, and tests, promising, "We'll get through it together."

It made you feel safe knowing he was so reliable.

He got to know your quicks quickly - how you always fidget with your hoodie strings when nervous, how your headphones were almost like a security blanket, and how you were surprisingly witty with your jokes once you truly opened up.

Sam quickly learned about your love for cats.

You showed him photos of your furry friends, and though he wasn't a huge cat person at first, he thought your enthusiasm was adorable.

Sam realized he had romantic feelings when he caught himself looking forward to every moment he got to spend with you - whether it was doing homework together, sharing music recommendations, or just sitting quietly in each other's presence.

For you, it was during one of those "just sitting in a room together" moments.

You looked up from your sketchbook to see him smiling softly at you.

It made your heart flutter in a way you weren't prepared for.

Sam is nothing if not patient.

He didn't push or overwhelm you.

Instead, he made you feel valued with small gestures - walking you to classes, remembering your favorite coffee or tea order, or offering his jacket when you randomly forgot yours.

He was gentle about your worries and anxieties, reassuring you with his calm presence.

"Hey, you're not alone in this. I've got you back, okay?"

It happened late one night in your dorm.

You were curled up next to him on your small couch, dozing off after a long study session, your headphones sliding down from your ears and onto your neck.

Sam glanced at you with so much fondness it almost scared him.

When you stirred awake, he blurted out, "I think I like you. I mean... I do like you... Like more than a friend should."

You, still half-asleep, blinked at him before realizing what he said.

You grinned sleepily and replied, "Yeah? Well, I like you too. More than a friend should."

Sam chuckled, shaking his head at how effortlessly you made his heart race.

Sam loves how cuddly you are.

He'll often pull you into big bear hugs, which are amazing since he is so tall, lifting you off the ground for a second just to hear your laugh.

You spend hours curled up on the couch under a big blanket, him reading a book while you draw or play on your Switch, PlayStation, or Xbox.

He's incredibly thoughtful about gifts.

He'll notice when you're running out of drawing supplies or when your favorite band drops new albums or merch, surprising you with little packages that make your day.

Sam loves your music tastes.

He lets you introduce him to all the metal bands you love. And even the other genres you love too. Sometimes you'll catch him bobbing his head to a song while researching lore in the bunker.

At this point, you do find out all about Sam and Dean's job, of, you know, hunting.

Movie nights are a must.

You always pick fantasy films or horror classics, and Sam is more than happy to hour you - even if you tease him for jumping at a few scary parts.

At the end of the day, you guys watch almost every genre of movies and TV shows.

You'd do anything to help Sam out, even making playlists or writing down positive notes for when his worries get heavy.

Sam treasures those little reminders of how much you care about him.

You're a team when it comes down to chores.

Sam will vacuum and do the heavy lifting while you do laundry or organize the pantry.

(Dean does the dishes.)

Morning tea or coffee is a quiet ritual.

Sam will sit next to you, sipping his drink while you doodle or scroll through your phone.

Sometimes, he'll place a sleepy kiss on your temple because he just can't help himself.

When you're overwhelmed, Sam's the first to notice.

He'll take your hand, guide you to the couch or your shared room, and rub circles on your back.

He knows how much physical touch helps ground you.

He loves seeing your hair peek out from under your beanies.

It's such a "you" thing that it never fails to make him smile.

(Just a quick thing, you do worry whenever Sam and Dean leave for a hunt, but Sam always makes sure to reassure you and comfort you before he leaves, promising to come back.)

Sam would 100% surprise you with a cat-themed gift, like a silly hoodie that says, "Crazy Cat Guy" because he thinks it's funny.

He'll encourage you to pursue your hobbies and dreams - whether it drawing, writing, or getting lost in video games.

He loves when you try and teach him how to play your favorite video games.

You show Sam it's okay to take breaks.

You drag him into playing video games with you, while you talk about nothing and everything.

You constantly doodle little sketches of him.

Sam keeps them all, tucked away safely because they mean the world to him.

You make him look so pretty.

:)

(And don't worry, unlike most of Sam's relationships, you don't die a horrific death or anything.)

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Platonic;

Crowley -

Crowley first met you when you a long bi after you started dating Sam.

He pretended not to care about "The Winchesters' New Friend," but secretly found you intriguing because of your dry humor and sarcasm.

The first time you bantered with Crowley, he was shocked - most people are too scared to really banter with him, except for the Winchesters, of course.

Crowley takes an odd liking to you and, much to Sam’s (and Dean's) dismay begins appearing whenever he feels like it - usually when you’re alone and minding your business with your headphones on.

"You really should pay more attention to your surroundings. Lucky for you, I’m not here to collect a soul. Not today, at least."

He loves to mess with you but always in a way that’s more teasing than malicious.

When he finds out how much of a cat lover you are, he constantly compares you to his Hellhounds.“You know, you’d love my Hellhounds. If you could see them, of course. A big fluffy menace—just like your precious cats.”

Not really fluffy.

Surprisingly, Crowley respects your music taste.

In fact, Crowley occasionally brings you high-quality vinyl records, stating it’s a “loan” (but never asks for them or anything back).

For some reason, since he calls Sam "Moose" and Dean "Squirell", you called him "Fruby."

(Since they are evil and all.)

For revenge, Crowley called you "Mittins" since you love cats so much.

He adores teasing you for being a “crazy cat guy” but would 100% get you some rare, expensive cat-related trinkets as a gift. “You’re lucky I like you, mate.”

When you and Sam are cuddling on the couch, Crowley will pop in just to groan dramatically. “Disgusting. Get a room.” He secretly loves seeing how happy you make Sam.

He may be Crowley, King of Hell, but he cares.

You two bond over sarcasm and a shared dislike for unnecessary drama. You both roll your eyes at people being overly dramatic, exchanging knowing looks.

Slay.

The day Crowley gives you one of his Hellhounds is both terrifying and oddly heartwarming.

You and Sam are sitting around the bunker when Crowley makes a grand entrance, as always.

He announces that he’s brought you a “gift” and, after a dramatic flourish, presents... Absolutely nothing.

"There you go, darling. Meet your new pet. Don’t worry - you’ll feel it wagging its tail soon enough.”

At first, you think he’s joking until you start feeling something big and invisible brushing against your legs and hear the sound of heavy paws padding behind you wherever you go.

Despite your initial panic (and Sam’s frustration), Crowley assures you that this Hellhound has been trained just for you.

It’s gentler than the others and listens to your commands.

You jokingly name it “Fluffy,” which Crowley finds absolutely ridiculous but endearing.

“Fluffy? Really? Remind me again why I thought you were worthy of such a majestic beast?”

Over time, you get used to your invisible companion. You even find comfort in its presence, especially when you’re feeling anxious or paranoid.

It growls at strangers you don’t trust and stays curled at your feet when you’re listening to music or cuddling Sam.

Crowley loves dropping by to check on you and your Hellhound, smirking whenever you’re scratching at “thin air” like it’s a cat.

“You spoil that hound of Hell far too much. No wonder it likes you better than me.”

Even Crowley respects your love for quiet companionship.

He’ll lounge nearby, pretending to read an ancient scroll or whatever he does, while you listen to music or doodle.

If he’s feeling sentimental, he might remark on how “calm” your presence is.

“Most humans grate on my last nerve, but you? You’re tolerable.”

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Hiii I love your writing!! Could I request a romantic and platonic matchup for DC and Gotham??

I just turned 20, she/her and I'd like to be matched with a guy. My favorite TV show is better call saul and I love playing video games (usually first person shooters, adventure games like half life but also puzzle video games, like portal) as for my personality I'm really shy when I first meet people but once I open up I'm really loud, I've been described as kind and funny and I'm really outgoing, however I'm kinda argumentative. I'm low key kinda spoiled and I jokingly whine/complain to my friends about stuff like how I'm really picky with food and stuff like that.

Hope that's enough and I didn't write to much at the same time lol! Thank you in advance and again you're a really talented writer!!

Hi! And thank you for your kind words! <3333

(Don't worry, I read your reuploaded request with your additional information!)

Of course, you can have both a romantic and platonic matchup for DC and Gotham!

I'm pretty excited about this.

I hope you like your matchups!

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Enjoy!

Romantic And Platonic Matchups; DC and Gotham

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Romantic;

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DC;

Dick Grayson -

You first met Dick Grayson during your time as a secretary at Wayne Enterprises.

At first, you didn't know much about him except that he was Bruce Wayne's charming, athletic, ripped, and outgoing son.

He would often swing by the office with Bruce or attend meetings with the board, and you quickly realize he was different from most of the people who worked there.

At first, Dick comes off as charming but a little reserved.

You were the type to keep your head down and focus on the tasks at hand, but Dick’s infectious smile and friendly nature made it hard to ignore him.

In the beginning, you both didn't really talk much, well, you didn't talk much unless responding; though Dick carried most of the conversation, he wasn't upset about it.

He likes talking to you.

One day, he accidentally knocks over a cup of coffee in your office while trying to reach for a file, insisting he could deliver it for you.

The coffee fell to the ground, but nothing got spilled on, except the floor.

Super apologetic, Dick offers to buy you a replacement coffee.

Your friendship with Dick blossomed when you started spending more time together during work breaks.

He’d bring you coffee when he knew you were busy.

You both had a lot of laughs - especially when you argued over the best pizza topping.

Dick would always insist on pepperoni, while you’d argue for something fancier. It became a fun game of teasing each other.

He admired your fiery spirit, and while you found his charm and confidence attractive, you loved that he could see past your shyness and appreciate you for who you were.

When you’d vent about work, Dick would just listen patiently, offering the occasional advice with that knowing smile of his. He made you feel heard.

As time passed, you noticed your feelings for Dick becoming more than just friendly.

The way he’d laugh at your jokes, the way he’d compliment you out of nowhere, and the gentle touch on your shoulder whenever you seemed stressed made your heart race.

You found yourself thinking about him more than usual, especially after work when he’d text you to make sure you got home safely.

And at night, right before bed; you'd also think a lot about him then, too.

There was one evening when you were both working late on a project for the company.

You were focused on your work, but when Dick accidentally brushed your hand while handing you a file, you felt a spark, and everything seemed to slow down for a second.

He noticed the shift too, and although you tried to brush it off with a nervous laugh, you both started to be more aware of each other’s presence.

The tension was undeniable, but neither of you dared to address it.

Well, at that time.

The confession happened after a particularly long day.

You and Dick were walking down the hallway of Wayne Enterprises, and you joked about how you'd been working so much that you barely had time for yourself.

He paused, turning to face you with a soft smile as you both waited for the elevator. "You know, I’ve always admired how strong you are. You’re kind, funny, and you don’t take crap from anyone."

You flushed, mumbling, “I’m not that great.”

“But you are,” He said, taking a step closer. “I’ve been thinking a lot lately… Maybe we could try being more than friends. Maybe go on one date, if you want..?”

And with that, you said that a date sounded great.

And from that moment, everything changed.

One date turned into two, and then three, and then four, and then-

Dick was the kind of boyfriend who would show up at your door with flowers and chocolate for no reason at all.

He’d always be supportive of your goals and hobbies, and no matter how busy he was with his duties as Nightwing, he always made time for you.

Yeah, at this point in our relationship, you knew about his escapades in the night.

The relationship was comfortable yet exciting.

You two would have quiet evenings in, playing video games together, and arguing over which game was better - Half-Life or Resident Evil; Dick's favorite.

Dick loved that you were just as passionate about games as he was, and you enjoyed watching him get all serious when the two of you were trying to solve difficult puzzles in Portal.

He would leave little notes for you to find in the morning, like “You’re my favorite part of the day,” and they always made you feel special.

He’d also get involved in your art and writing projects, always eager to support you by giving advice or simply asking, “How’s the next chapter coming along?”

After a long day, Dick would always pull you into a warm hug and plant a soft kiss on the top of your head. He liked to rest his chin there while you both relaxed in each other’s company.

During rainy days, you two would go for walks with umbrellas, talking about everything and nothing.

When you were stressed, Dick would take your hand and pull you into a spontaneous dance in your living room, no music needed. He’d make you laugh, and for a moment, all the worries would melt away.

But, if a spontaneous dance party doesn't work, then he'll just sit with you, either talking to you, listening to you vent, or just sitting in silence.

He loves to take you stargazing, explaining the constellations to you.

You two would lie on the hood of his car, wrapped in a blanket, watching the stars, and he’d whisper how much he loves you.

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Gotham;

Jerome Valeska -

You first met Jerome years ago at Haly’s Circus when it came into town.

Your friends dragged you along, and you weren’t all that excited at first - clowns? No thanks.

It was after the show, when you were wandering around, finishing off your cotton candy, that you found yourself face-to-face with Jerome.

His fiery red hair caught your attention first.

Jerome was wandering around himself, trying to get away from his mother, when he noticed you.

Seeing you just walking around, cotton candy in hand, he couldn't help but smile.

He introduced himself with a grin, that captivated you.

You didn’t know what to make of him, but you couldn’t deny his magnetic pull.

You lost contact after that night, but fate had other plans.

Two years later, you were shopping at a local mall one afternoon, minding your own business, when you suddenly spotted him again - Jerome, standing by a fountain in the center of the mall, looking like he owned the place.

He looked different, his hair was different, he was taller... And there were scares around his face.

You had heard about what he was getting up to, from people talking and friends who talked about the new maniac who was terrorizing Gotham.

But, seeing him again... He didn't scare you...

Jerome recognized you and a grin spread across his already-grinnin face.

He approached you with a strangely familiar chaotic energy, pulling you into a conversation as if no time had passed.

“Well, well, well, look who fate dragged back into my life!” Jerome cackles, eyes gleaming.

This time, he wasn't just the boy you met at the circus; there was a certain edge to him, a dangerous unpredictability.

Jerome’s eyes twinkled mischievously as he playfully teased you, and before you could protest, he kidnapped - in a loving way - you and whisked you away to his hideout.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, cupcake, we’ve got catching up to do!”

Once in his hideout, Jerome was nothing like the person you had first met.

He was intense, you could see that back at the mall, and his energy was darker.

But, again, there was still that charm, that irresistible draw that drew you into him when you first met two years ago.

You both spent hours talking, acting up on life, and Jerome couldn't help but be fascinated by how much you had changed, and how you also weren't scared of him.

He had thought about you a lot since the night you met.

He thought that if he ever saw you again, you would probably be scared of him.

But you weren't.

You sat next to him, a smile on your face, listening to him, as he listened to you.

You didn't even fight or cry or scream for help when he kidnapped you.

Was it really kidnapping if you went willingly?

You, in turn, couldn’t help but be intrigued by the man he’d become.

Jerome would tease that you had probably forgotten about him after that night you both met, but you shook your head, telling him that you had thought about him ever since then, always wondering about what had happened to him before you heard about his recent activities from your friends.

And when his mother was brought up, you understood; she was abusive towards him, and he was defending himself.

You thought the way that the police handled the situation was terrible, that tey should've natured him instead of alienating him.

No one should ever go through what he went through as a kid.

After catching up for hours, Jerome dropped you back off at the mall.

And for a moment, it was as if you had never left.

But, that wasn't the last time you were going to see Jerome.

He told you, "I'll see you soon."

So...

Before you knew it, Jerome would surprise you with random visits to your apartment.

How he knew where you lived, you'd never know.

Over time, your feelings for Jerome began to shift.

His unpredictable nature became more appealing, and his passion for chaos became contagious in a strange way.

He began to care for you in his own twisted way, pulling you into his plans and sharing his wild dreams of Gotham’s future.

He’d show you his softer side in small moments, like when he’d bring you flowers (often ones he “stole”), and the smile he’d give you made your heart race.

You started to notice how his chaotic mind seemed to calm when he was around you, and you found yourself caring more for him than you ever expected.

And Jerome?

He wasn't exactly subtle when it came to his interest in you.

Every time you were around, his eyes followed you like a spotlight.

If you rolled your eyes at him or complained about something, Jerome’s grin would only widen. He loved how you weren’t afraid to sass him right back.

When you were annoyed with him, he'd cup his chin in his hands, elbows on his knees, and just stare at you with the biggest, most ridiculous smile. “Aw, come on, dollface. You don’t really hate me, do you?”

You could never hate him.

Or be mad at him for long.

There were nights when the chaos quieted, and Jerome would lean against a wall or sit near you, his manic energy dulled.

His sharp, bright eyes would lose some of their madness, replaced with something that looked almost… Longing.

You caught him staring one night while you were absentmindedly playing with a puzzle you’d found lying around his hideout.

“What?” you asked, glancing at him.

He didn’t look away, just tilted his head, a small, strange smile on his lips. “You’re something else, you know that?”

It was one of those rare moments where Jerome wasn’t putting on a show.

If anyone else dared to look at you the wrong way, Jerome’s entire demeanor would shift. His gaze turned icy, his smile dangerous, and his arm would snake around you possessively.

He didn’t even need to say anything - just one look from him was enough to send a clear message. Mine.

Afterward, he’d grin at you like nothing happened, his earlier anger melting away as he kissed the top of your head.

Jerome wasn’t exactly the type to confess feelings. Emotions like love? Vulnerability? That wasn’t part of the act. Or so he told himself.

But after weeks (or months) of his teasing, dragging you into chaos, and sticking by you like glue, it was obvious to anyone with eyes that Jerome felt something for you.

One night, you were both lounging in his hideout - well, you were lounging; Jerome was pacing back and forth, waving his arms dramatically as he rambled about some grand scheme or another.

He kept sneaking glances at you, though, pausing mid-sentence like he was hesitating, which was… Odd for Jerome. It was subtle, but you noticed.

Finally, he stopped pacing altogether and plopped down on a somewhat tattered chair in front of you, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. His wide, manic grin didn’t quite meet his eyes.

“You know,” He started, waving a hand lazily, “This whole thing we’ve got going on - you and me, hanging out, running around, causing trouble - pretty fun, right?”

You blinked, unsure where he was going with this. “Yeah, it’s… Fun.”

“Exactly!” Jerome clapped his hands together and pointed at you. “That’s what I’m saying. Fun! Nothing serious. Nothing dramatic.” His voice pitched up ever so slightly as he spoke like he was trying to convince himself more than you.

“J…” You said, raising an eyebrow.

“No, no, no, don’t interrupt me, doll. Let me finish!” He threw his hands in the air and let out a laugh that sounded a little too forced. “See, if- and this is hypothetical, of course- if I did feel, ya know, a certain way about you… It’s not a big deal! I’m just saying that you’re… Kinda great. And I’m kinda into you. Maybe."

He started rambling faster, clearly trying to downplay it as if his feelings weren’t already written all over his face. “It’s just you’re funny and smart, and you keep up with me. You aren't like the rest of those idiots in Gotham who don't see me for me, don't see me for what I am trying to show- to prove! And you’ve got this cute little thing you do when you-”

You could see past the act - the twitch in his smile, the way his eyes flicked away from you like he was nervous, the way his hands fidgeted as he talked.

You saw a glimpse of the boy you once knew... For a moment.

You didn’t let him finish.

Without a word, you leaned forward, grabbed his shirt, and kissed him.

Jerome froze. Completely.

It was as if his brain short-circuited mid-sentence.

For once, Jerome Valeska - the man who never shut up - was completely silent.

When you pulled back, his wide eyes stared at you, mouth still half-open like he was stuck buffering.

Jerome's grin returned, spreading across his face like wildfire, before he pulled you back into an intense kiss.

Pulling back, he let out a laugh, "What was that for, dollface?"

You smirked, "You were rambling."

“Well, well, well… You really are full of surprises.” His voice was low, his eyes bright with mischief, but the nervous edge was gone.

“You didn’t let me finish confessing,” He teased, but the way he looked at you - soft and intense all at once - said everything he couldn’t.

“You didn’t need to,” You shot back, smiling.

“You know this means you’re stuck with me now, right?” he muttered against your lips.

You just laughed. “I think I can handle it.”

Whether you’re sassing him back, holding your own in an argument, or doing something smart (like solving a puzzle he gave up on), Jerome’s grin would practically split his face.

It’s in those moments that his pride in you becomes obvious.

He doesn’t just see you as some doll - you’re his equal, and he admires you for it.

Jerome's version of romance was chaotic but endearing.

He'd spoil you with extravagant gifts that he totally didn't steal.

Despite his wild side, he’d make sure you were always safe when things got tough. Whether it was protecting you from his own enemies or just making sure you didn’t get too caught up in his schemes, Jerome would do whatever it took to keep you close.

Jerome would always do little things for you, like making sure your favorite snacks were stocked, or surprising you with little spontaneous dates, whether it was a rooftop dinner under the stars or a walk through the streets of Gotham in the dead of night.

Despite his eccentricities, Jerome’s love for you was undeniable, even if it came in the most unexpected ways.

~~~

Platonic;

~~~

DC;

Tim Drake -

You met Tim during one of his many late-night coffee runs, where he was typing furiously on his laptop.

College, am I right?

Seeing the seven cups of coffee on his table, you couldn't help but look.

In shock.

He noticed you glancing over and made a sarcastic remark about his caffeine intake.

Which somehow turned into a friendly debate about video games.

Tim was intrigued by your shared love of puzzle-based video games and your knack for solving things quickly, and he couldn't resist asking for your take on a case he was puzzling over.

Yeah, he instantly told you.

You were just so trusting, and Tim was good at telling who was trustworthy and real.

And you were trustworthy and real.

Tim values your opinion immensely, especially when it comes to strategy and problem-solving.

You've become his unofficial "consultant" when he's working through complex cases or tech glitches.

When Tim is deep in work mode and forgets to eat, you’re the one who shows up with his favorite snacks, complaining about how he’ll end up with “detective burnout” if he doesn’t take care of himself.

He admires how you’re outgoing once you’re comfortable.

Late-night gaming marathons where Tim absolutely crushes at strategy games but hilariously struggles with killing zombies if you ever play Minecraft.

Tinkering with gadgets together—Tim shows you how to improve your gaming setup while you suggest tweaks for his tech to make it more user-friendly.

Long conversations about your favorite shows and video games, where you try to convince each other to pick up a new series or game.

Going to tech expos or escape rooms together because it’s the perfect mix of fun and a mental challenge.

Tim has a quiet way of showing his care - whether it’s remembering small details about what you like or showing up unannounced with something you mentioned wanting weeks ago.

"Hey! I found that new video game you mentioned!"

Despite his busy schedule, he’ll always make time for a quick call or text if he senses you need to talk, even if it’s just about random game theories or books.

You make sure he’s taking care of himself, occasionally teaming up with Alfred to enforce proper meals and sleep.

Whenever Tim doubts himself (because let’s face it, he does sometimes), you’re the first to remind him of how brilliant and capable he is, making sure he knows he’s valued beyond just his intellect.

~~~

Gotham;

Jim Gordan -

Your parents were friends with Jim, so you’ve known him for most of your life.

He was always the friendly cop who’d let you sit in the patrol car when you were a kid, making siren noises to make you laugh.

Jim is a protective figure in your life, often acting like a second parent or an older brother.

He’s the first to step in if he thinks you’re in trouble or hanging out with the wrong crowd (cough Jerome).

Yeah, somehow he finds out about that.

(Jerome can't hold a secret, so he probably blabbed.)

He doesn’t judge your quirks - whether it’s your picky eating or your tendency to jokingly whine about things, Jim just rolls his eyes and chuckles, finding it endearing.

You’re one of the few people who can get Jim to relax.

He trusts you enough to talk about his struggles at work or vent about Gotham’s endless chaos.

Coffee runs are where you make fun of how Jim drinks his black coffee while he mocks your order.

You’ve got a standing tradition of watching old noir detective films together - Jim likes pointing out how inaccurate they are, and you enjoy teasing him about being a cliché.

He sometimes takes you to the shooting range, teaching you basic skills in case you ever need to protect yourself in Gotham’s unpredictability.

Grabbing burgers at a diner after he wraps up a late shift, where you share stories about your day and exchange snarky comments about the people in your lives.

He’ll check in on you randomly, even when he’s swamped with work, to ensure you’re safe and doing okay.

He doesn’t hesitate to give you advice when you need it - he’s always ready to drop some tough love if he thinks it’s necessary.

*Cough cough*

Jim goes out of his way to subtly keep an eye on you when Jerome is involved, torn between protecting you and respecting your decisions.

He is really torn here.

You listen when Jim needs to unload about work, offering jokes to lighten the mood or sincere support when he needs it.

Whenever he’s looking particularly stressed, you surprise him with a takeout meal from his favorite diner, telling him to “stop being such a workaholic for, like, five minutes.”

You remind him to focus on the good he’s doing in Gotham, even when it feels like an uphill battle.

Once you start dating Jerome, your friendship with Jim takes a hit.

He’s clearly unhappy with your choice, but he also doesn’t want to lose the bond you share.

Jim tries to convince you to leave Jerome - and tattle on him where his hideout is/what Jerome's plans are - but when it becomes clear you won’t, he reluctantly agrees to respect your decision, though he’s always on guard.

Despite his disapproval, Jim doesn’t stop caring about you, and deep down, you know he’s still looking out for you in his own way.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Hi! Can I ask a romantic matchup with Stranger Things,Doctor Who and The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes? I'm 18,a girl(she/they)I'm bisexual but I would like a male character (female or other is fine too!).

I have short wavy brown hair,hazel eyes,I wear glasses,I'm 164 cm(sorry I'm from Europe),I speak 3 languages (sorry for any mistakes in english its my third lol). I LOVE to read,listen to music,and sometimes write and draw/paint! (I'm currently learning how to play guitar). People always compliment my creativity and writing skills.

I'm an introvert(my MBTI is INTJ),I have very close friends,it usually takes a while for me to open up and for people to know me better. At first I may appear quiet and shy but with my friends I am definitely more open and crazier lol. I loveee history,all the old and vintage things, my fav century is the 19th and decade the 80s. Speaking about the 80s,I love rock music,its my main genre,I mostly listen to 80s rock and I watch series and movies from that time (I have a very close relationship with my dad,he was in his 20s in the 80s). My fav movie is The Blues Brothers and series Doctor Who. I mainly read classics,dystopian,crime novels,sci-fi and fantasy(same genres for movies and series). My fav authors are currently Dostoyevsky and Agatha Christie.

In my childhood I lived in a very small town,and because everyone was basically the same in middle school I was bullied because of my interests,and honestly I'm not that sad about it anymore because it made me mentally stronger,though I still have problems with my social anxiety. Both in middle and highschool I think I was/am the quiet/weird kid? Like I said I love history,books, and I love to study,tbh I think you can consider me a nerd lmao.

Despite the love for books,history and all these classic things I listen to rock,metal,I find very interesting strange and weird things. I think that are the two main parts of my personality,and style too! One day I can dress like a 90s grunge teenager and the other like a dark-academia student. I often combine the two styles,I mainly dress in dark colors. (My fav color is navy blue!)

Sorry,I think I talked too much but I don't get many occasions to share about myself. That's all and thank you if you read all of this! I hope you have a nice day/night!

Hello,

Hope you are doing good!

Don't worry, I loved reading your request :)

I hope you enjoy your romantic matchups!

For Stranger Things, Doctor Who, and The Ballad Of Songbirds And Snakes!

:)

(I had a LOT of fun with this!)

I also hope you have a nice day/night!

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Romantic Matchups; Stranger Things, Doctor Who, and The Ballad Of Songbirds And Snakes

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Romantic;

~~~

Stranger Things;

Eddie Munson -

You met Eddie during your first week at Hawkins High.

You had transferred from your old high school when you and your family moved.

Moving during senior year, oof.

You were the quiet, bookish kid who kept to yourself, always reading or writing in your notebook.

Eddie, being Eddie, made it his mission to figure out what you were always so absorbed in.

One day, he noticed you reading Dostoyevsky and launched into an exaggerated, theatrical rant about how Crime and Punishment was both brilliant and depressing.

Who knew that Eddie liked Dostoyevsky?

His antics made you laugh, and from that moment, Eddie made it his goal to get you to open up more.

Eddie quickly became fascinated by your creativity and love for books.

He’d ask you endless questions about the plots of your favorite novels, half because he was genuinely interested and half because he loved hearing your voice light up when you talked about them.

Let's just get this straight, I think Eddie was interested in you since the beginning.

You’d attend his Hellfire Club campaigns as a quiet observer at first, but eventually, he convinced you to try playing a character.

Your intricate storytelling made you a hit with the group, and Eddie couldn’t stop grinning when you got into it.

He might swoon when you roll a natural d20.

Late-night music-sharing sessions became a ritual.

Not like what the annoying teens at the high school thought, ya know, with the fire and the sacrificing...

You and Eddie would just sit on the picnic bench, listening to your music in your cassette player.

Eddie would introduce you to obscure metal bands - mostly just Metallica, though - while you’d counter with some rock classics your dad introduced you to.

Eddie would love to help you learn guitar.

He’d patiently show you chords, grinning ear-to-ear whenever you got frustrated because he found your determination adorable.

Yeah, you're pretty lucky, not many people get to touch his baby.

Exploring the woods around Hawkins, pretending to search for “something mysterious,” while secretly just enjoying your company.

You’d both thrift for vintage clothes together, Eddie fully embracing your love for combining dark academia with grunge.

Now, again, Eddie probably already liked you since he saw you, a love-at-first-sight kind of thing.

He, himself is a little bit oblivious to his own feelings for you.

It started with the way you laughed at his terrible jokes and evolved into how you’d quietly support him, like defending him when others called him a freak.

For you, it was the way Eddie always made you feel seen.

He respected your introverted nature but encouraged you to let your creativity shine.

You realized your feelings when you caught yourself doodling Eddie’s name in the margins of your notebook.

(Next to the little doodles Eddie did beside your notes from the one class you shared.)

Eddie confessed during one of your late-night guitar sessions.

You were practicing a riff when he blurted out, “You’re like… The coolest person I’ve ever met, you know that? You're super wicked."

His face turned red when you looked at him, confused. “I’m saying… I think I’m falling for you. Like, really falling.”

Your quiet smile and whispered, “I think I feel the same,” made him grin like a fool.

Good luck getting rid of him now.

Eddie would write songs about you, surprisingly soft compared to his love for metal.

He would also write you metal songs, though.

He’d be your biggest cheerleader, attending any event where you showcased your art or writing.

Movie marathons became your thing, especially rewatching The Blues Brothers.

Eddie loved how you could quote it word for word, and he’d occasionally jump up to reenact scenes with you.

Eddie would leave little notes in your notebooks, scribbled with messages like “Eddie Munson was here."

(He may have noticed his name on the margins of your notebook, finding it cute that you wrote down his name with hearts so many times.)

Lazy weekend mornings in bed, sharing coffee or tea, and debating which Doctor Who companion was the best.

He’d surprise you with vintage finds, like an old leather-bound book he stumbled upon, saying, “It reminded me of you.”

Eddie will defend you fiercely against anyone who tries to make you feel small, even if you insist you don’t need him to.

He knows that you can fight your own battles at times, but he is always there for you no matter what, and if someone is mean or rude, he won't stay quiet.

He learns about your favorite historical eras so he can impress you with random facts.

He would try his best and spoil you, whether that be in affection or gifts.

Eddie crafts personalized D&D campaigns based on your favorite novels, making you the star of the story.

You also help him organize his Hellfire campaigns, giving him advice on how to make the storylines even more gripping and fun.

You make him mixtapes of songs you think Eddie would like - despite them not being Metallica - with little notes explaining why you chose each track.

You write him short stories where he's the hero, complete with fantastical adventures and a heavy metal soundtrack that you played for him on the guitar.

~~~

Doctor Who;

The 9th Doctor -

You met the Doctor while exploring an old, seemingly abandoned building that had piqued your interest for its vintage charm. Turns out, it wasn’t abandoned - it was a temporary base for the Doctor.

Why is there a blue police box here?

He was impressed by your curiosity and how you weren’t immediately scared by the strange blue police box or the alien tech inside.

It's bigger on the inside.

The Doctor adored your love for history and would take you on adventures to see the events and figures you’d read about.

Watching you marvel at the past gave him joy.

Look at that, you are the Doctor's new companion. How does that make you feel?

Prepare for a lot of running!

He loved your wit and dry humor, often quipping back and forth with you during downtime in the TARDIS.

Travel to the 19th century to meet Dostoyevsky, with the Doctor teasing you about being “starstruck” by the writer.

Spend hours in the TARDIS library, the Doctor showing you books from across the galaxy while you introduce him to Earth classics.

Have endless debates about the best periods, with you arguing for the elegance of the 19th century and him countering with alien civilizations from the future.

He just has to prove his point by taking you to a few of them.

For the Doctor, it was seeing how you embraced the wonder of time travel while never losing your intellectual curiosity.

He loved how bright your eyes got when he took you to new and exciting worlds.

He loved how you'd laugh when he said something that he thought only he'd find funny.

He...

He was scared.

He was the Doctor.

A Time Lord.

Falling for you...

For you, it was the way the Doctor always made you feel like an equal, despite his centuries of knowledge.

He listened to you, valued your input, and never made you feel small.

On top of that, he never lost his love for adventure, learning, and life after all the years of him being alive, and all the years of visiting new places and meeting new people.

He never lost that love.

And he wasn't that hard on the eyes either ;)

The Doctor confessed indirectly, as was his way.

After a particularly rough adventure, where you were captured, the Doctor thought he was going to lose you...

There were no words, just your eyes meeting his worried and concerned ones.

There was this... This silent understanding.

You could see it in his eyes.

You could feel it when he held you to him protectively.

You could hear it in his voice...

It starts off slow at first but the Doctor shows his affection through actions: ensuring your safety during adventures, tailoring trips to your interests, and occasionally doing something sweet, like bringing you a bouquet of alien flowers.

I mean, nothing really changed, except that there is more... Romantic affection.

You’d balance him out, grounding him when his emotions got the better of him.

When he gets a bit too heated when talking to an alien, you're there to bring him back with a hand on his arm.

And if he is feeling a bit of that green called envy, when he sees Jack talk to you, you're there to let him know that you love him.

Quiet nights in the TARDIS, reading side by side while soft rock played in the background.

The Doctor would surprise you with gifts from different periods, like a navy blue coat from 19th-century France.

Sharing a cup of tea while he tinkered with the TARDIS and you doodled in your sketchbook.

Take you to see rare and beautiful sights, like the birth of a new star or the first concert of your favorite band.

The Doctor would learn how to play the guitar for you.

He would also always make you feel valued.

You help him process his emotions, giving him space but also reminding him that he is not alone.

You introduce him to Earth rock music, and he says it's way too much for him... But, you have a sneaking suspicion that he likes them.

Cuddling, hearing both of his hearts beat only for you.

He’ll randomly take you to obscure corners of history just because he knows you’d find them fascinating.

“Victorian libraries? Yeah, I figured you’d like this one.”

If you’re scared or anxious, he always offers his hand with a soft, “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Hugs for days.

You’ll catch him humming old rock songs while fixing the TARDIS.

You knew that he liked those songs you showed him!

He’s not big on traditional affection but will gently rest his forehead against yours in private moments.

He still likes hugs though!

HUGS!

If you’re cold, he’ll wordlessly drape his leather jacket over your shoulders, even if it leaves him freezing.

I mean, does he get cold?

If you accidentally get lost in the TARDIS (again), he’ll show up at the perfect moment to “rescue” you, but only after a bit of dramatic suspense.

He’ll try to impress you with his knowledge of Earth slang, but somehow always picks the most outdated or wrong phrases.

"I’m not pulling your leg, you’re the real deal, like totally tubular!"

He'd say them with absolute sincerity, thinking he’s using the best slang, and then be completely baffled when you give him a confused look.

Or when you just end up laughing...

~~~

The Ballad Of Songbirds And Snakes;

Sejanus Plinth -

(This one is my favorite ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ)

You met Sejanus at the academy.

You both bond over your shared love for a certain subject.

He was instantly drawn to your quiet intellect and kind presence.

Plus, you weren't like the others at the school, you didn't just see him as a guy from District 2.

You saw him, for him.

You saw him for who he really was: kind-hearted, empathetic, and loyal, often putting himself at risk to stand up for what he believed was right.

You often help him with assignments on historical literature; from there, a friendship blossomed.

Throughout the friendship, Sejanus sees the true you; you are strong, understanding, and caring to everyone; and he respects you for it.

Sejanus admires your creativity and loves reading your stories.

He would always encourage you to share them with others, and possibly even strive to become an author one day.

You sort of became a safe place for him, someone he could confide in without judgment, (when he didn't want to go to Coryo.)

(By the way, Coryo kind of doesn't like you, but that is a given, since he's Coryo.)

Study dates sessions that often turn into long discussions about history, politics, and life.

Sejanus would tell you about his life in District 2, about his friends, and what he used to do before his father got rich and they moved to the Capitol.

Honestly, when Sejanus trusted, he trusted with his whole soul.

You trusted him a lot too.

Like a lot.

You told him all of your secrets, and he told you his.

You would paint together, with Sejanus joking about how his skills didn't compare to yours but enjoying the process anyway.

He would do his best, trying to paint you something.

He wouldn't give up, taking his sweet time - hours if he must - trying to paint you the prettiest painting that has ever been painted.

You tried to tell him that you would love anything he'd paint. Even if it was a simple stick figure or a house with the sun in the corner, no, Sejanus wants to make you something special.

What he gifted you after twelve painting sessions later was a painting of you, standing in a field, during sunset.

Very ethereal~

You cried.

By the wayyyy, his parents love you.

You are often invited to stay for dinner.

Sejanus' mother would show you alllll of the family pictures.

And baby pictures.

Sejanus gets a bit embarrassed, but you just can't get over how cute he was as a baby.

Sejanus realized his feelings during one night when you stayed over for dinner.

You had been invited to the Plinths' house for dinner; which became a sort of weekly thing.

In the very beginning, when his mother first asked you to join them for dinner, you were nervous, but Sejanus just said, "Trust me, they'll love you. My ma already does."

Now, dinner with the Plinths' was weekly, as said, and they had basically become your second family.

You called Sejanus' ma, "Mama Plinth."

Mama Plinth adored you from the start.

After everything Sejanus said about you, she loved you.

She was incredibly happy that her son had another friend.

(She had this motherly intuition that something was going on between the two of you, but you know, she was hoping Sejanus would find someone to spend the rest of his life with.

Yeah, this boy ain't dying.

Anyway, Mama Plinth would always set aside your favorite dish during dinner claiming, "It's no trouble at all, sweetheart."

Though more reserved, Sejanus' father would subtly show his approval.

Whether it was asking for your opinion on current events at the table or nodding when you shared your thoughts, you felt his respect grow each visit.

You felt like an honorary member of the family.

When you weren't over, Mama Plinth would call you to cheek on you, asking if you needed anything or even infiting you to shop with her; which usually included her buying you a little something, even though you politely would decline.

"Nonsense, sweetheart, this navy blue sweater would look amazing on you."

She once even joked, “If you don’t marry Sejanus, I might adopt you myself.”

The Plinths’ household maid quickly grew fond of you too.

It was a quiet moment, amidst the usual bustle of a Plinth family dinner.

You laughed at something Mama Plinth said, leaning into Sejanus' side without even realizing it.

As you talked animatedly, gesturing with your fork or your hand, Sejanus just... Stopped.

Seeing you laugh with his Ma, seeing you sitting there on the couch beside him...

Slow motion...

He realized how much you’d become a part of his world, and how empty it would feel without you in it.

"She fits here so perfectly. She fits with me. How could I have not seen it before?"

Mama Plinth, during the conversation with you, glanced over at her son.

Seeing the way that he was looking at you... She knew.

Sejanus was quieter than usual, lost in his thoughts.

His father was the one who broke him out of his thoughts, asking him if he was feeling alright.

Sejanus just smiled, nodding, before glancing at you, saying, "Never better."

After his realization, Sejanus started looking out for you even more than usual.

He'd walk you to the car after dinners or hangouts, offer his jacket if it got a bit chilly - or even when it wasn't - and carry your things without a second thought.

Mama Plinth caught on, as she did at that dinner.

She always grinned when Sejanus would take more time getting ready for dinners when you were joining.

He fidgets with his clothes and fixes the collar of his shirts... Ruffle with his hair.

She'd give her son knowing looks when he lingered near you, even when you weren't there and he was just talking to her about you.

When he returned home from the academy, he told his Ma about how you both got top marks on your test and his Ma said, “You know, dear, you would make quite the pair.”

His ears turned red as he stammered, “Ma!”

One night after dinner, as you were both standing on the porch of the Plinths' grand home, the warm glow of the lights spilling out behind you, Sejanus hesitated.

He had been waiting for the car with you after every dinner for weeks now, and tonight was no different - or so you thought.

"Hey," He said softly, catching your attention.

His hands were stuffed into his pockets, his shoulders slightly hunched like he was trying to shield himself or something.

"Can I... Can I tell you something?"

You nodded, sensing the seriousness in his tone, and hearing a hint of nervousness. "Of course, Sej. You know you can tell me anything."

He took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto yours.

"I've been trying to figure out how to say this. It's been in my head for weeks now and every time I think I've got the words, I just... Freeze. But, tonight, I can't hold it in anymore."

He took a step closer, his voice quieter, "You mean so much to me. You're the one person I can always be myself around, no matter what. When- When I'm with you, it's like... Everything makes sense. You make everything feel lighter, brighter - better. And honestly, I can't imagine a life without you in it."

His voice cracked slightly, and he looked down at the ground, clearing his throat slightly. "I don't just care about you as a friend. It's so much more than that. I'm in love with you. And I know I'm not perfect, but if you'll have me, I promise I'll spend every day trying to make you as happy as you make me."

For a moment, you just stood there, blinking up at him in stunned silence.

Sejanus' confession hit you like a tidal wave - unexpected but warm, like the feeling of the sun breaking through the clouds.

Sejanus misinterpreted your silence, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. “I… I shouldn’t have sprung this on you. If you don’t feel the same, I completely understand, I just-”

Before he could finish rambling, you reached out and gently placed a hand on his arm.

“Sejanus, stop. I-” You hesitated, your heart pounding in your chest. A smile broke across your face as you said softly, “I love you too.”

Relief washed over Sejanus’ face, and he let out a soft, breathless laugh. “You do?” He asked as if he couldn’t quite believe it.

You nodded, stepping closer, "Yes, ever since you and I got caught in the rain that one day after a day at the academy, and you covered me the best you could with your coat."

And before either of you could overthink, you leaned up and kissed him.

The kiss was tentative at first, warm and sweet. Sejanus’ hands gently cupped your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek.

When you finally pulled back, you both were smiling brightly, your foreheads touching as you let out soft, nervous laughs.

“I didn’t think tonight could get any better, but I guess I was wrong,” He murmured, his voice filled with wonder.

As the car came around, you both wished for more time. You didn't want to let go just yet.

You both couldn't look away from each other, he held your hand the entire time, his thumb gently tracing circles over your knuckles.

Only when the driver honked the horn, did you reluctantly break away.

Sejanus couldn't stop grinning for days.

Plinth family dinners became even more special, with the two of you stealing shy, affectionate glances at each other across the table.

Mama Plinth knew. She gave you both a smile. She said nothing, but you both knew that she was happy for you.

I mean, it was kind of obvious, you both sat closer together, your chairs pushed closer, Sejanus' hand sometimes even landing on your knee throughout the night.

His father was very happy for both of you too.

Whenever Sejanus planned something romantic, Mama Plinth insisted on hearing every detail afterward.

“Did he finally take you to that restaurant I suggested? No? Well, I’ll remind him again.”

Sejanus would rest his head on your shoulder during family movie nights, with Mama Plinth calling you both “her darlings.”

You both love spending quiet afternoons reading together.

He'll sit beside you on the couch in the family library or yours, sometimes resting his head on your shoulder or your lap as you read aloud to him.

Sejanus has a habit of leaving little notes for you to find throughout the day. Whether it’s a small “I love you” tucked in a book you’re reading or a goofy doodle, he loves reminding you how much you mean to him.

Music often plays softly in the background when you’re together, and every now and then, Sejanus will take your hand and spin you around the room.

To slower songs, you both sway side to side, his arms wrapped securely around your waist while your hands rest gently on his shoulders.

Sejanus often rests his forehead against yours, eyes closed, just savoring the moment in complete silence.

Sometimes, he hums softly to the music, his voice low and comforting.

Sometimes, he'd even sing. Heavenly.

It’s one of those small, intimate things that never fails to make your heart flutter.

To faster - or more rock songs - Sejanus lets loose in the most endearing way.

He’ll grab your hand and spin you around, laughing breathlessly as you both stumble over your own feet.

He’ll dramatically lip-sync, grinning ear to ear when you play the air guitar.

There’s a playful energy as he twirls you, dips you exaggeratedly, or messily headbangs to the beat, all while making sure you’re smiling and having just as much fun as he is.

Lying side by side, you often talk late into the night.

Sejanus is the type to hold your hand as he listens to you, his thumb gently stroking your fingers.

Sometimes, he brushes stray hair from your face as you talk, his gaze soft and full of adoration and love.

Sejanus is big on forehead kisses. Whether he’s saying goodbye or goodnight, he’ll gently press his lips to your forehead.

On the occasions when you have sleepovers on the weekends, you often sleep in together. Sejanus loves lazy mornings where the two of you stay bundled under the covers, exchanging sleepy smiles and soft kisses.

Knowing how much you love history and vintage aesthetics, Sejanus plans simple picnics with blankets and wicker baskets, sometimes sneaking in your favorite book for you to read together under the shade of a tree.

Only occasionally he would plan dates at fancy restaurants, but 90% of the time, he takes you to museums, diners, picnics in fields, or fun walks through parks.

When either of you feels overwhelmed, the other is always there.

Sejanus loves to hold you close, his voice soft as he reassures you. When he’s the one feeling down, he finds comfort in your hugs and your gentle words of encouragement.

Sejanus loves surprising you with little gifts that remind him of you - like a new book he thinks you’d enjoy or a pressed flower he saved because it was your favorite.

You, in turn, sketch little portraits of him, capturing his kind eyes and soft smile. When he sees them, his face lights up, and he always insists on framing them.

In the evenings when you’re both too tired to do anything elaborate, you curl up together and watch old movies.

He loves hearing you talk about the historical details or trivia, and his arm stays around your shoulders the entire time.

He so plans on marrying you one day.

(His Ma gave him one of her rings for him to someday give to you.)

<3

Your relationship with Sejanus is a blend of heartfelt support, quiet understanding, and playful joy.

He’s your biggest cheerleader, always encouraging your creativity and passions, while you ground him with your wisdom and steady presence.

Together, you find comfort in the little things - swaying to the music, sharing quiet evenings over tea or coffee, and exchanging soft smiles that say more than words ever could.

With Sejanus, love feels warm, safe, and endlessly uplifting - a partnership built on trust, mutual care, and an unspoken promise to always be there for each other.

~~~

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Hi there! I saw that today you were closing your matchups. Is it still open technically, or was last night the deadline?

Hello! So, yes, they are closed. Last night was the deadline. But when I reopen my matchup requests, if you are wanting, I can notify you so you can then send yours in.

-Chloe <3

[justsomerandomfanfic]

So I completely forgot to specify type of matchup, my bad, so I'm redoing this. Id love a romantic matchup for Marvel in general and one for X-Men specifically, any gender but I have a small preference for the male characters (not really enough to count but

Age- 19

Height- 5'5

Gender/pronouns- nonbinary any pronouns (AFAB)

Hair- reddish brown above the shoulder

Eyes- dark brown

Other- glasses I don't wear enough, freckles everywhere

Likes/hobbies- I show dogs, I ride horses, draw and write, I like music, I enjoy a few video games and shows but I'm mostly an outside person

Personality- I try to be as kind as I can be, refuse to let the world make me bitter. Tend to be empathetic and giving to a fault. Affectionate sarcasm and teasing is common with me. I can be overly emotional and anxious sometimes, but I'm also very self aware and can get a handle on myself pretty quick when that happens. Im a bit insecure about my skin and dealing with acne, but I try to stay confident in my body anyways. I always take care of my loved ones, doing everything I can to keep them safe and happy, sometimes to the point of self-detriment

No worries about taking as long as you need to get to this, you're plenty busy and I really appreciate you <3

Hello!

Thank you for being so understanding about the wait! I really appreciate it! :)

I hope you are excited about both of your matchups!

As requested, general Marvel and specifically X-Men! After reading your information, I instantly thought about one of the characters listed. (*^▽^*)

I hope you like them! :)

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Enjoy!

Romantic Matchups; Marvel and X-Men

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Romantic;

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Marvel;

Daniel "Danny" Ketch (Ghost Rider) -

(No gifs of Danny's Ghost Rider, so this will have to do! XD)

Your first meeting with Danny was purely by chance.

You were out horseback riding, enjoying a calm ride across the field of your farm, when you heard the oncoming roar of an engine.

Looking up, you saw a motorcycle coming down the road beside the field that you were in.

Initially, you were surprised by his sudden appearance, but the moment you saw Danny’s face - the dude wasn't even wearing a helmet - you sensed something unusual about him.

And not to mention, he was cute.

It was like the world had slowed, slipping into slow motion...

You rode side by side, a fence between you, your eyes met...

There was just something about him...

From there, your friendship grew over a series of accidental run-ins.

Danny had been passing through your area while dealing with his responsibilities as Ghost Rider, and more often than not, you’d end up chatting whenever he needed a break from his duties.

Sitting on the fence, you'd both eat sandwiches and just talk.

At first, your friendship with Danny was based on shared moments of peace whenever you'd have the time to hang out.

He would occasionally join you while you were horseback riding, and you’d both talk about life and how he felt trapped between two worlds - the one of his human self and the other of his fiery alter ego.

You noticed how hard he tried to balance his responsibilities and how the weight of the world seemed to rest on his shoulders, but you admired his strength.

Your empathy for him drew the two of you closer as friends, and he started confiding in you more about his struggles, something he didn’t often do with others.

He appreciated the way you seemed to understand him without pressuring him for answers.

As time passed, Danny started to realize that his feelings for you had grown beyond friendship.

He loved how you were always there for him, how you didn’t push him away when he revealed his alter ego.

Your presence was a comfort to him, and he noticed how he wanted to spend more time with you.

Sometimes, during long rides together, he'd catch glimpses of your smile or the way you interacted with your horse, and his heart would race without him realizing it.

He began doing little things for you - repairing anything, fixing your horses’ saddles, or even just bringing you coffee from the diner in town because he knew you liked it.

One evening, after a particularly dangerous encounter, Danny took a step he hadn’t been sure he could make.

He looked at you, exhausted from the fight, but saw you still caring for him, making sure he was okay.

"Would it be crazy... If I told you that I was falling in love with you?"

He seemed almost surprised at his own admission, his usual guarded demeanor slipping away as he stood before you.

You looked at him in surprise, then smiled softly, "No... No, I don't think it would be crazy at all. I'm pretty awesome. I get it."

Long walks after sunset, riding horses through the quiet fields, or sitting together in silence while the world passed by.

Danny’s romantic gestures were subtle but meaningful. He would write you little notes or help you with any task, always putting your needs above his own.

His favorite thing to do was surprise you with spontaneous adventures - taking you on motorcycle rides through the night to see the stars.

You loved to take walks together, with Danny at your side as you talked about everything and nothing. You’d both spend time at the stables, grooming your horses, while Danny playfully teased you about your love for the animals.

He was actually really interested in how you showed dogs, though.

At home, you’d make dinner together.

Danny would sacrifice anything for you - whether it was putting his life on the line or just being there for you in your time of need.

He’d always keep his promises to you and would move heaven and earth to protect you.

If you were ever in danger, you would see a different side of Danny. His transformation into Ghost Rider was all-consuming, but with you by his side, he kept his humanity intact. His love for you grounded him.

You would always offer him the unconditional love and understanding he needed.

Danny has a habit of waking up a little earlier than you, but he always stays in bed, pretending to be asleep until you stir.

When you finally wake up, he pulls you into a tight cuddle, his arms around you, and he buries his face in your hair.

He’s not a morning person, but the warmth of you in his arms makes waking up a lot more bearable.

He’ll mumble a soft, “good morning,” and kiss your forehead before you both lay there in comfortable silence for a few extra minutes, just enjoying each other's company.

Every morning, Danny would also brew a pot of coffee for the two of you.

His sleepy smile when he hands you a cup would be enough to make your heart skip a beat.

You both sit together, sipping your coffee in companionable silence, watching the sunrise.

Danny’s sarcasm and teasing are playful, but underneath it all, he’s always gentle with you.

If you’re having a rough day or feeling insecure, he knows exactly how to cheer you up.

He’ll drop a goofy joke or send a teasing smile your way, but it always comes with a reassuring hand on your shoulder, making sure you know he’s there for you, no matter what.

Danny has this endearing habit of lightly tugging on your hair when you’re being cute, teasing you with a soft, “Stop being so cute, it’s making me weak.”

If you’re sitting close to him, he’ll tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear with the gentlest touch, and his fingers might linger just a little longer than necessary.

Sometimes, during those summer thunderstorms, when the rain is pouring outside, Danny will grab your hand and drag you out into the yard or the porch, letting the rain soak you both.

He’ll pull you close, kiss you deeply, and it’ll be like the rest of the world fades away.

The rain may be cold, but in that moment, you’re both wrapped up in each other’s warmth.

You both end up dancing in the rain.

Whenever you walk hand-in-hand with Danny, you can’t help but smile.

You love how his fingers naturally intertwine with yours, and if you’re feeling cheeky, you’ll gently squeeze his hand or nudge him playfully with your elbow.

Movie nights with him are your favorite. You love being snuggled under a blanket together, your legs tangled, as you both settle into the couch. He’ll rest his head on your lap, and you’ll play with his hair, just talking about random things or commenting on the movie.

During the movie, you’ll share jokes and make faces at each other, which always makes him laugh.

You’ll laugh together until you’re both out of breath and then fall into a comfortable silence, knowing that even in the quietest moments, the love between you two speaks volumes.

~~~

X-Men;

Remy LeBeau (Gambit) -

(I instantly thought of Gambit for you.)

You met Remy through the X-Men.

You were both part of the team, but you were fairly new to the group.

Your ability to connect with others' minds and control them like a puppet on missions, and your ability to connect with people quickly and make friends caught his attention.

Remy, being a charming and playful soul, quickly warmed up to you when he saw how caring and kind you were to the rest of the team, despite their rough edges.

You’d often catch him watching you from a distance, a smirk on his face as you helped with the team’s more delicate missions.

You'd even spot him staring at you, smirk on his face, leaning against the wall - with his arms crossed - when you were bonding with the other members of the team or any of the kids/students at the mansion.

There was one mission in particular where you saved him when he was cornered by enemies, and the way you handled the situation made him see you in a new light - not just as an ally, but as someone he admired deeply and trusted.

He liked that you didn't hesitate to jump on and take change when needed.

In the beginning, your friendship with Gambit had a teasing, flirty dynamic.

He'd always throw playful comments your way, calling you "mon cher" or some other affectionate nickname.

This always made you roll your eyes, you couldn't help but smile.

Despite his flirty demeanor, he was surprisingly protective of you, often watching your back during missions.

You both spent a lot of time sparring together to hone your fighting skills.

When you weren't fighting side by side, you would both retreat to the gym to practice and joke around.

Remy admired your ability to handle pressure with grace, something he respected deeply.

You also shared many conversations late into the night in the X-Mansion, where you'd sit on the porch, or balcony, sipping on something warm, and talk about your lives.

Your love of animals, your horses, dogs, and how your art helped you express yourself.

Gambit admired your vulnerability, and you could tell he was gradually letting his walls down around you.

Lots of admiring...

Over time, the friendship evolved into something deeper.

You noticed the way Remy's demeanor shifted around you - the teasing became more sincere, the touches lingered just a little longer, and there was a softness, a gentleness, in his gaze whenever you looked at him, or he looked at you.

You were the first person to notice when Remy was struggling with his past.

You could tell he carried some emotional weight, and instead of shying away from it, you gave him space to talk or simply offered a shoulder to cry or lean on.

This was when he started realizing that maybe you were the person he had been looking for all along.

Someone who understood the complexities of life and didn't judge him.

His feelings for you intensified, especially when he caught himself thinking about you.

He would find himself thinking about you in the most random of moments when you weren't around.

When he was on a solo mission, he would think about you, wondering how you were doing back at the mansion.

When he is in the kitchen of the mansion getting something to eat, he thinks about you, wondering if you are hungry, before grabbing your favorite snack to bring you.

And at night, before bed, he'd lay in bed and think about you.

He'd close his eyes, and see your smile, the shimmer in your eyes, and he was positive that he could hear your laugh...

When you smiled, it was like the whole world lit up.

You made him want to be a better person, and he admired how you handled everything, even your insecurities, with a quiet strength.

He adored you.

It happened on a mission - one where you were both caught in a high-stakes situation.

Remy's usual cocky attitude faltered for the first time when he thought he might lose you.

You had been hit, bleeding from your side, and he held you. He held you to his chest as he waited impatiently for the jet to come and pick you both up.

He felt like his heart was being punched, kicked, squeezed, as he begged you to keep your eyes open, to stay alive...

Back at the mansion, he continued to stay by your side. But he was sent away during your surgery.

He paced and paced until he was allowed in to see you.

He sat beside your bed, a deep sigh leaving him.

"I don’t know how to say this, but…" He started, hesitating for a moment.

He took a deep breath and looked at you, his hand reaching out to take yours, "I don’t just care about you, mon cher. I’ve been falling for you for a while now. I guess… I didn’t know how to handle it before, but I can’t keep pretending I don’t feel it."

He sighed, shutting his eyes, and bowing his head.

"Remy… You… You’ve been falling for me?"

"You’re awake," He whispered, his breath shaky with emotion. "Thank God… I don’t know what I would’ve done if I lost you."

"Remy," You whispered, "You didn’t have to hide it."

His gaze softened, his hand still holding yours with a gentle yet firm grip. "I thought you might not feel the same," He said, his voice low, hesitant. "I didn’t want to make things harder for you."

You smiled weakly, your thumb brushing over the back of his hand as you gave him a reassuring squeeze. "I was too scared to admit it," You confessed, your voice barely more than a whisper. "But... I’ve been falling for you, too. I just didn’t know how to say it."

He froze, his eyes wide with disbelief, and for a second, everything seemed to stop as he processed your words.

Then, his face lit up with the most genuine, joyful smile you had ever seen.

"Mon cher," He said, his voice filled with awe. He leaned in close, his forehead touching yours as he whispered, "You have no idea how happy you just made me."

And before you could say another word, Remy leaned in and pressed his lips softly against yours.

It was gentle, you melted into it. It was the kiss you both needed - the kind that spoke volumes, full of love, relief, and the promise of a future together.

In the beginning, your relationship with Remy was filled with gentle teasing, playful exchanges, and deep conversations that went long into the night.

He'd often surprise you by leaving little notes in your things or pulling you into spontaneous kisses that made your heart race.

Remy loved showing you affection in large, but also small, subtle ways.

He'd walk beside you and slip his hand into yours as you walked through the mansion halls, just enough to remind you he was there.

He'd also show up with surprise gifts - a sketchbook for your art, a rare flower, or a horse-themed charm necklace.

Remy, knowing how much your horses mean to you, would occasionally join and sit on a hay bale as you brushed your horses.

He'd even let you teach him how to ride a horse.

During the soft and quiet nights, he loved surprising you with spontaneous outings, taking you on drives to the city, or evening art shows, or to a local diner at three in the morning for a shake.

On rainy days, you'd snuggle up together in front of the fire - or TV playing a video of a fire - and he'd play the guitar softly, serenading you with his sweet melodies.

He may even make something up for you.

You and Remy would have your own little rituals, like cooking dinner together.

While he was undoubtedly good at cooking, he loved watching you experiment with recipes.

Sometimes you'd end up making a mess, but the tow of you would laugh and clean it up together.

When you had a partially bad day, Remy would set up a cozy little space for you to unwind. Either with him or alone. He doesn't mind.

He'd light candles, put on some soft music, and hand you a cup of your favorite drink.

He would often surprise you - lots of surprises here from this guy, he's a giver - he would surprise you by joining you in your love of art.

And once in a while, he'd sketch something for you, like a really good drawing of you riding a horse.

For some reason, he is really good at drawing.

Remy would always have you back, that is a given.

No matter what, he is there for you.

If you are feeling insecure in any way, he'd lift your spirits with his gentle words and warm gestures.

If you were ever in danger or stressed out, he'd do anything to make sure you were safe, even if it meant putting himself in harm's way.

His devotion to you was unwavering.

He’d also do his best to help with your artwork, offering to model for you or assist with anything you needed.

Whether it was finding a place for you to sketch or supporting your writing, he’d encourage you to follow your dreams, always by your side.

(He'd love to be your muse, paint him like one of your Cajun girls.)

You always make sure Remy knows that you appreciate him, from picking up little things that might have been forgotten to offering words of affirmation.

You'd take care of his emotional needs as he took care of yours, giving him a safe place to be vulnerable.

When it came to his pat, you wouldn't pressure him to open up, but you'd always be there when he needed someone to talk to.

You'd remind him, day after day, that he was worthy of love and happiness, and that his past doesn't define him.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Hi, my name is Brianna, pronouns she/her. If you can I'd like to request a match up for DC. I would like a romantic pairing at least for some male character. I read your rules and saw you have dyslexia so I'll try to break this up a little.

Appearance: 5'8, short brown hair, thin black glass. A small knot in my nose and a general more androgynous leaning feminine features if that makes sense at all. I'm just lanky and very insecure about myself and try to be feminine even though I feel like I can never be feminine because of how I look.

About me: I'm very introverted and shy and have trouble actually speaking up, really like some pop culture to the point I latch on to the media and try to be like a character because I have no sense of self. (I'm starting to read old classic books because a character I like reads a lot and I cut my hair like another.) I'm also asexual which kinda...makes me sad in a way( not in a asexual-phobic kinda way, more I'll never fit in way)

Likes: really video games like resident evil, music, crafts, quality time, affection and touch even though I never get any of either, sweet treats, my pets, making things for people, and besides that I don't know.

If you read this thank you, sorry if it's too long, not descriptive enough, or just bad or sad or something. Hope you have a good day or night.

Hello, Brianna!

(Thank you for following my rules, and breaking your request down, it helped a lot!)

Here is your match for DC!

I hope you like it!

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(This was super awesome and fun to make!)

Enjoy!

Romantic Matchup; DC

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Romantic;

~~~ DC;

Wally West -

You met Wally at the Justice League headquarters.

Your job was to basically organize and catalog documents and paperwork from missions.

You had been nervously shuffling papers at your desk, trying not to draw too much attention to yourself when Wally in true Flash fashion, sped by; the gust of wind he created almost knocked over your stack of neatly organized folders.

He immediately apologized in his signature lighthearted - albeit awkward - way, cracking a quick joke; "Whoa, sorry about that! Guess I really know how to make an entrance."

Despite your nervousness, you couldn't help but smile a little bit at his words.

Over the next few days, Wally made is his mission to stop by your desk and make you smile again whenever he could.

He'd bring snacks or coffee to lighten your workload and chat with you about anything you want.

At the beginning of these quick hangouts, Wally talked about himself for a bit, seeing how shy you initially were, but he'd asked you a few questions about yourself once you began to break out of your shell a bit.

Once you did break out of your shell a bit, he'd ask you a lot of questions about yourself, Wally really wanted to get to know you.

At some point, he realized that he likes listening to you talk; he loves the sound of your voice.

Wally was drawn to your introverted nature, finding it endearing how shy you were when he showered you with affection.

He is a very affectionate person in general.

So hair ruffling, teasing cheek poking, side hugs, hug hugs, high fives, fist bumps, hand holding... This guy does basically everything.

But he loves it when you get flustered when he takes your hand or does anything affectionate.

He loved how your face flushed, how you fidget with your glasses, or how you rub your warm cheeks when he complimented you.

Despite his high energy, Wally always made time to enjoy quieter activities with you.

He'd sit with you in the library at the HQ, pretending to read a classic book with you, just to spend time with you.

He does get antsy fairly quickly though, so he won't pretend to read for long.

He'll end up scooting the book to the side, letting out a deep dramatic sigh before repeating to sigh dramatically until you give him attention.

One of the times that you were in the library with him and he was pretending to read, you caught him "reading" Pride And Prejudice upside down.

He adored your crafts.

You once nervously handed him a small keychain you made him.

And Wally was so excited that he immediately attached it to his utility belt.

"Now I have a piece of you with me wherever I go!" He quipped, making your cheeks flush as he pulled you into a huge hug and kissed the top of your head with a loud overdramatic smooch.

Video game nights became your tradition.

At this point, Wally trusted you enough to reveal to you that he was Wally West.

(He was kind of upset that you didn't know who he was, but...)

Wally wasn't great at slower-paced games, but he loves watching you play.

He'd sit beside you, curled up on your side, a blanket over him, and a bowl of popcorn on his lap while you played Resident Evil.

He'd munch on his snacks, offering dramatic commentary, and occasionally getting scared.

Wally would zoom you to scenic spots far away, where you'd sit under the stars and talk about life.

He loved how you'd relax in those moments, your shyness melting away just a bit.

Back to crafting, Wally would love to craft with you.

He'd help you with your projects, albeit messily.

Glue would get everywhere, but his eagerness to create something with you always made you laugh.

Though, if he was making something for you, he'd try and take his time to make it perfect.

Knowing you love sweet treats - like him - Wally would "help" bake cookies or brownies with you.

While you focused on the recipe, he'd sneak bites of the dough and playfully blame it on his metabolism.

Wally loved hearing about your favorite music.

He’d tease you about your choices but secretly download your favorite songs to play during your hangouts.

Wally was smitten with you the moment he caught one of your shy smiles, his heart skipping a beat as he realized he wanted to see that smile more often.

(Okay, he may or may not have fallen for you the moment he saw you.)

He found himself grinning errands faster just so he would have more time to spend with you.

Most missions were hard for him, and for you, since he'd be gone for a while.

He tries to speedrun missions to get back to you too.

He loves it when he makes you laugh, he thinks it is the sweetest sound.

He loves how you look away shyly - with a little cute smile on your face - when he compliments you.

He loves how you slip and break out of your shell when you talk about your favorite song or your pets at home.

He loves how much you listen to him, and you don't underestimate him.

You started noticing little things about him, like how he'd always adjust his pace to match yours - literally and figuratively.

You loved the way he'd run a hand through his red hair.

You loved how his green eyes shimmered and glimmered when he was talking about his interests...

You loved how he would take time out of his hero day to talk to you.

He was the only one who made you feel like you could truly be yourself.

Wally's flirty comments became softer and more heartfelt.

Oh yeah, he flirts with you.

Originally, it was in a friendly way, but that grew into more of an "I'm interested in you" kind of flirty way.

Instead of his playful jabs, he'd quietly tell you, "You’re really amazing, you know that?” leaving you flustered but warm inside.

He began to treasure the small touches - like when your hand would accidentally brush his or when you'd nervously just his hoodie strings for him.

He’d hold his breath, his heart pounding in his chest, having you so close to him, utterly captivated by the way your presence seemed to light up the space around him.

Wally confessed his feelings during one of your late-night drives.

After zooming you to a quiet hill overlooking the city, he nervously fidgeted (a rare sight.)

"So… uh, you know how I'm, like, super fast?" he started out awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. "Well, my heart runs even faster whenever you're around."

You were stunned into silence, your shyness making it hard to respond.

Wally took your hand gently in his, his thumb brushing over your skin as he looked at you with a softened gaze.

"You don't have to say anything," He added, his voice warm, "Just know that I think you are incredible and beautiful, and more than anything, I'm so happy I get to be around you."

Wally is endlessly patient with you, respecting your boundaries and making sure you always feel safe and loved.

He thrives on showing his affection through little acts of kindness, like bringing you your favorite snacks or leaving sticky notes with silly doodles on your desk.

You grounded him in ways he never expected.

Whenever his life as a hero gets too overwhelming or chaotic, he finds peace just sitting with you, whether it's gaming, crafting, reading, or simply being in each other's presence.

Wally loves that you make things for him - whether it's a new keychain, a drawing, baked treats, a painting, little clay creations, or even a hand-made plushie.

He keeps everything you made him, treasuring them.

He even joked that when he dies, he wants everything buried with him.

He's a little cuddle bug.

Though you're not too used to physical affection, he always checks in and asks before initiating any cuddling, big hugs, kisses, or anything like that.

Wally's speed comes in handy when chores pile up.

(He'd do anything for you, so dishes aren't a problem.)

He'll zip around vacuuming, mopping - though that's a bit dangerous when he's speeding - and overall tidying up around the place; giving you more time to relax, craft, listen to music, or game.

He loves lazy Sunday mornings where you both stay in pajamas, eat pancakes or waffles, and watch your favorite movies or TV shows.

He often surprises you with your favorite flowers and loves seeing your face light up when you see them.

Wally loves holding your hand, always giving it a gentle squeeze to remind you he's there for you.

Wally doesn't normally get jealous, per se.

If someone is talking to you, making you laugh or smile, (and the guy talking to you is handsome or something), Wally speeds right over, arm around your waist, hiding his discomfort as he asks what's up.

Inside though, Wally is scared. He is scared that he's not good enough.

But you can see right through him, the way his eyes dart away and his smile fades just a bit after the person goes away.

You notice the subtle tension in his shoulders, and the slight crease in his forehead, all signs of his inner conflict.

"Hey," You say softly, your voice steady and warm, reaching out to gently touch his arm. "You don't have to worry, you know. I’m not going anywhere."

Wally looks at you, eyes still unsure, and you smile, a reassuring glint in your eyes.

"I see you, Wally. And everything I feel for you is real. You're enough, just as you are. Don't doubt that."

Back to it, he occasionally zips away to grab your favorite snacks or treats, even if it means running across the world to grab you a baguette from France. “What? You’re worth it,” He says with a wink.

If you are down for it, Wally loves to carry you. Bridal style, koala, piggy-back...

He'd hype you up contently, making it his personal mission to help you feel more confident about yourself.

Wally would dive into your interests, even if they’re not his forte.

He’d read the classics you love just to discuss them with you.

He’d use his League connections to get you rare video game merch or tickets to conventions.

You'd make him little gifts all the time, from custom drawings to handmade trinkets.

You'd remind him to take breaks and care for himself, especially when his hero work gets overwhelming.

You’d bake him treats tailored to his super metabolism, earning his eternal gratitude (and lots of kisses on the cheek).

Wally’s high energy and your calm, creative personality balance each other beautifully, creating a relationship full of laughter, care, and shared joy.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Hello! Regarding Matchups! - 12/14/24

Hello!

I just want to let y'all know that I am closing my matchups tomorrow until I get caught up!

But, matchup requests can be sent in today (12/14/24).

(Fanfic requests are still open.)

Matchups will reopen once I am all caught up, don't worry! :)

If you have any questions or anything, feel free to ask me via comments, DMs, or my inbox!

Chloe <3

[justsomerandomfanfic]

HI! I requested a romantic matchup with Stranger Things,Doctor Who and The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes,around 4 days ago. Just wanted to know if you'll do it or not because I dont remember if I didn't follow your rules and maybe thats why you dont post it. Have a lovely day!

Hi there! :)

Thank you so much for reaching out! I just wanted to let you know that your matchup request is absolutely on my list, and you followed all my rules perfectly - so there’s no need to worry at all.

I do want to apologize for the wait! My inbox is pretty full right now with matchups, and it may take me a couple more days to get to yours. I’ve been working steadily through them, writing as many matchups as I can throughout the day, all the while doing my best to ensure each one gets the care and attention it deserves.

Thank you so much for your patience and understanding. I can’t wait to work on your matchup and share it with you soon. Wishing you a lovely day/night!

Chloe <3

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Howdy! First off, I wanna start by saying you're awesome for doing matchups, and for free no less. It's so rare to find someone enthusiastically doing something like this. So, thank you; I hope you're having a great time doing these :)

With that said, I'd love an X-men matchup!

I'm 18, they/he, and aroace. (The aroace thing makes dating difficult, obviously, but I thought it'd be important to include it!) I'm 5'5, brown hair+eyes and glasses, with pale skin. It's a bit hard to tell my gender, lol; I'm androgynous and lean towards masculine. I'm also American.

My hobbies are writing, reading, art in general, and video games. For my interests, I adore writing, and am going to Uni for creative writing. I'm big into fantasy writing, and my interests reflect that; Final Fantasy XVI and Elden Ring are my favorite games. I also like Minecraft, the Sims 4, and Resident Evil. I draw as a hobby, and I like to draw things I find beautiful. For books, I like Frankenstein, Picture of Dorian Grey, H.P. Lovecraft, and Shakespeare.

I'm fairly into politics and prefer to keep up with the news. I'm a bit radical for my area lol. I have strong convictions, but I'm willing to change my mind on things, and I love to learn.

I've been told I'm a bit odd, to put it lightly. (I don't know how to write this next bit without sounding like I'm gassing myself up lmao-) I have dry humor and I can respond pretty quickly with a joke, so I consider myself witty. I'm big on sarcasm; ironically, with my audhd, it can be hard for me to pick up on others being sarcastic.

I get through social interactions with hopes and prayers, but I've been told I have charisma (???).

Other random things: My favorite flower is forget-me-not; my sense of style is anywhere from frat boy to academic to divorced dad; I'm pretty messy (adhd lol); axolotls are my favorite animal.

I hope I provided enough info! Have a wonderful day, and thank you in advance!! 💞💓💖💗

Hi! I genuinely enjoy doing these matchups! Deep diving into characters, writing headcanons, and coming up with new - and cute - ideas is super fun for me. I love hearing about everyone's preferences and interests as well. I find myself finding things in common with people, which I love, too. :)

It’s honestly so fulfilling to see the ideas I create resonate with others and bring a smile to their faces. Knowing that something I’ve written can brighten someone’s day or give them a little joy makes all the effort worth it. That’s what really motivates me. <3

(Oof sorry for the long thing there XD Thank you so much for your kind words, and I hope that you like your matchup!)

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Enjoy!

Matchup; X-Men

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X-Men;

Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler) (I felt that Kodi Smit-McPhee's Kurt was a pretty perfect fit, in my opinion.) -

You first meet Kurt during your early days at the X-Mansion, when you’re just starting out as a student.

At first, you’re a little unsure of what to expect; being surrounded by so many different mutants can be a bit overwhelming, but Kurt’s presence is calming and comforting.

He’s often found in the library, reading or sketching, which is how you first start talking.

One day, you find yourself seeking quiet in the same corner of the library, flipping through a book.

Kurt, ever the curious soul, notices you and shyly approaches. "Ah, I see you like to read too," He says with a small smile, his thick accent making his words sound almost musical.

You exchange a few words about the book you’re reading, and that’s how it begins.

Kurt is naturally observant and kind, and while it takes a little while for him to open up fully, he starts to recognize you around the mansion.

Over time, the two of you begin to chat more often - about books, about life, about the world outside the mansion.

His thoughtful nature and dry sense of humor draw you in, and soon enough, you're both fast friends.

Kurt is the type of friend who’s always there to cheer you on.

When you’re working on a difficult project or stuck in a creative slump, he’s right by your side with a comforting word or a silly joke to lighten the mood.

You spend a lot of time together in virtual worlds, whether it’s playing 'Minecraft' and building elaborate castles or torturing Sims in pools without ladders in 'Sims 4.'

Kurt enjoys low-pressure hangouts, like reading together (you with your book, him with whatever comic book or fantasy novel he’s into).

He’s content with quiet moments, often curling up with you in a cozy spot while he talks about the latest things that are on his mind.

You two share long discussions about philosophical ideas, personal beliefs, and deep thoughts about life in general - things that he’s genuinely curious about, and that you’re happy to explore with him.

Kurt can tell when you’re going through a tough time or struggling.

He’s incredibly empathetic and will find little ways to make your day easier, like preparing a meal for you after a long writing session or leaving little notes for you with motivational quotes.

Kurt is a very affectionate person. He might surprise you with a random, “I’m so glad I know you,” while giving you a hug (his hugs are legendary, like being enveloped in warmth).

You are a major help to him when he is still learning how to teleport correctly.

You are always there for him if he is feeling upset after a failed teleport, and always there for him when he pulls one off successfully.

Kurt loves to try drawing with you.

He’s not great at it, but he insists on sitting by you and practicing, with the occasional humorous comment about how his drawings "look like they were made by a six-year-old." But even when he’s "bad" at it, he enjoys it just because it’s something you do together.

Kurt shares your love for nature.

There are many hikes and walks you both take together, especially around the beautiful grounds of the X-Mansion or the forests around it.

He loves showing you the best spots for stargazing.

Kurt often does things that make you smile without any big gesture attached.

Maybe it’s a random forget-me-not bouquet he leaves by your desk (he remembers you mentioned them once) or getting you your favorite snack when he’s in the X-Mansion kitchen.

It’s these little thoughtful gestures that make you feel appreciated.

When you’re having a rough day or feeling overwhelmed, Kurt will sit with you and let you vent or talk about whatever is bothering you.

He doesn’t rush you, simply offering a quiet presence while you work through your thoughts. He’s always patient, always understanding.

He might even take you out on a spontaneous trip to a comic book shop or an art gallery because he knows you’ll enjoy it.

Kurt’s the type to leave little notes for you around the mansion, like on your desk, under your pillow, or even on your favorite coffee mug.

He loves hearing about the stories you’re working on. Even if they’re just drafts or ideas, he listens to you speak passionately about your worlds and characters, and will often offer you positive feedback.

He loves sitting with you as you read Frankenstein or The Picture Of Dorian Gray out loud to him.

Kurt would memorize Shakespeare passages and recite them to you to impress you.

If you're ever feeling a bit overwhelmed with your creative writing or schoolwork, Kurt would be there to help you out.

When you need to restock on drawing materials, Kurt would excitedly volunteer to go with you, eager to help pick out things for your art.

He might grab a few extra things, surprising you with new pens or a new sketchbook.

If you ever feel like the world is a bit too much or your ADHD makes things overwhelming, Kurt is there to offer comforting hugs and listen.

Overall, he is just a really compassionate and attentive person, is what I'm trying to say here.

He often reminds you that you are not alone.

Kurt, for a special occasion, bought you an axolotl.

Kurt loves to challenge you to quick, impromptu drawing sessions where you both try to draw the same creature or fantasy scene in just five minutes. It's fun, chaotic, and a little silly, but always ends in laughter.

On lazy nights, Kurt would suggest watching a fantasy movie or a classic film you both enjoy, and he’d bring popcorn.

Kurt would occasionally slip into German when he’s complimenting you.

He might say something like “Du bist wunderschön,” (you’re beautiful), and it always makes you smile, especially when you don't understand it at first, and he explains it with a shy grin.

If you get stuck on a writing prompt, Kurt would suggest going outside for some fresh air, offering to help brainstorm ideas while enjoying a walk.

His strange yet charming way of thinking always helps get your creative juices flowing.

Kurt would occasionally read to you from one of your favorite books, doing his best to get into character with different voices, even if it’s a bit exaggerated.

It would always end with you playfully rolling your eyes, but secretly loving it.

#Cuddles!

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Heeey! I just read the matchups you did for me and omg I loved iiiiiiiiiit. Thank you so muuuuuch. Yelena my beloved. And Clark is a sweetheart. Thank you so much, it was so lovely to read. Take care ♡ 🦊🍄

Hey! I am so glad that you loved your matchups! Yelena and Clark are both such fun and equally complex characters, and I am really happy you liked how they turned out.

Thank you so much for your kind words! It was a pleasure writing them for you. Take care as well, and I hope you have a fantastic day/night! :)

Chloe <3

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Hi there! How are you?

I saw your matchup requests are open so I'd like to request a romantic mashup for DC and Marvel, please ♡

I'm a 27 years old non-binary person, I'm pan : gender doesn't matter to me in a relationship. I am very curvy/fat, around 5'6, I have short dark brown hair and amber-ish/brown eyes. I wear golden wire glasses. I dress mostly in black, greens, browns, whites and some yellow here and there. Kinda dark/light academia I guess? I do love my fluffy pink purse tho. I like accessories and putting on very over the top makeup.

My favorite hobbies are tending to my plants, walking and playing with my lovely dog, cooking food from other cultures, reading (I do have several bookshelves), I do lots of arts and crafts like sewing or paper flowers. I also refurbished an old armchair a little while ago and repair stuff around my rented apartment. I like sewing and repairing clothes. Love hiking too.

I'm a very curious person I suppose, I like learning new stuff, I speak French and English and I am learning Portuguese and Arabic. I'm outspoken and talkative but I can recognize easy enough when I'm in the wrong. I'm passionate about social justice and finding alternatives and building communities. I think I'm resilient, I went through a lot already and I still try to go forward but I am also an anxious person. I have been reading a lot about disability justice those past years since I am myself disabled. I'm going back to study to become a librarian.

My favorite movies are Dead Poets Society and Vincent, my current favorite show are Ghosts (US) and Maid. I love everything Pre-raphaelites, Van Gogh, Frida Kahlo, Art Nouveau. I did travel quite a lot, especially solo with a backpack. I listen to a lot of things : hyperpop, metal, rap, soft pop, jazz. If I like something I tend to listen to it ad nauseam haha. I think I am in love with the song Your Blood by AURORA.

Thank you so much for your patience reading me.

Take care and all the best! - 🦊🍄

Hello! I am good! Thank you for asking! :)

I hope you like your matchups!

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(I also like the US Ghosts!)

I had a lot of fun with this one! #Inspired!

Enjoy!

Romantic Matchups; DC and Marvel

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Romantic;

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DC;

Clark Kent -

You met Clark at the local library when he noticed you struggling to balance an armful of books.

He quickly stepped in, his soft smile instantly putting you at ease.

He was intrigued by your selection - classic literature, art history, and books on social justice - and shyly mentioned how much he admires people who read deeply and critically.

Your shared love of books and learning led to a long conversation, and you ended up recommending some books to each other.

He loved how excited you got talking about your favorites.

At the beginning of the friendship, the both of you would meet at the library, bookstore, or local park to hang out and talk.

Your curiosity and love for learning fascinated him, and he’d bring you small gifts - like a first edition of a favorite book or flowers that reminded him of you.

You’d introduce him to your dog during one of your joined hikes.

Clark was immediately smitten, and your dog adored him just as quickly.

He’d quietly repair things in your apartment whenever you mentioned something broken - your heater works mysteriously well now.

You still don't know how that got fixed...

Clark realized he had feelings for you when you both went hiking and you stopped to admire the sunset.

Your joy was so genuine that he couldn’t stop looking at you. The way the sunlight reflected off your hair, or how the sun shone in your eyes...

Breathtaking.

You noticed your feelings for Clark after he brought you handmade cookies just to cheer you up after a stressful day. His thoughtfulness melted your heart.

Clark loves listening to you talk about your passions.

Whether it’s discussing disability justice, Pre-Raphaelite art, or a new recipe you’re trying, he’s always fully engaged.

You’d sew little patches on his clothes or knit him scarves, which he treasures. He often says, “I think this scarf saved me today."

Clark would take you flying with him to show you the world from above; yeah, you know that he is Superman.

He constantly reassures you during moments of anxiety, offering calming words and holding your hand gently.

You’d teach Clark how to refurbish furniture, and he’d be surprisingly good at it.

Clark loves helping you cook. Even if he’s a bit clumsy at chopping, he’s a great taste tester.

You’d introduce him to your favorite music. Seeing Clark listen to hyperpop while doing chores is an amusing yet heartwarming sight.

He’d write you little notes in his neat handwriting, hiding them in your books for you to find later.

Clark would use his reporter connections to help you organize community-building events, and he’d attend them to show his support.

You’d repair his beloved plaid shirts and tease him about how many he owns. “Clark, you have enough plaid shirts to fill the Fortress of Solitude!”

Ruffling his hair; lots of ruffling of his hair.

Clark loves it when you fall asleep with your head on his chest. He’ll lay as still as a statue, not wanting to wake you, even if it means his arm goes numb.

As long as you are comfortable, he'd do anything.

He has a habit of adjusting your glasses for you when they slip down your nose. He always does it with a soft smile that makes your heart flutter.

(You do it back to him - adjusting his glasses - as revenge).

He keeps a framed photo of the two of you (one you didn’t even realize he took) on his desk at work.

Clark gets weirdly competitive over board games. You once had to remind him to tone it down during a heated round of Scrabble.

He is oddly really into Just Dance.

Clark will always stop to admire flowers on your walks with you. He sometimes surprises you by tucking a bloom behind your ear, telling you it’s your “perfect color.”

If you’re out in the cold, Clark will drape his jacket over your shoulders, insisting he doesn’t feel the cold anyway.

Sometimes, Clark hums softly while holding you close - it’s usually an old Kansas tune his mom used to sing, and it makes you feel so safe and loved.

He loves holding your hand, always intertwining his fingers with yours, whether you’re walking, sitting, or just standing together.

Clark is obsessed with the little accessories you wear. He’ll often play with them absentmindedly when you’re together.

He'd be talking to you one moment and his hand would just subconsciously raise to play with the necklace you have on; he doesn't even realize that he is doing it until you tell him, or if there is a long break in the conversation.

Will be the bestest boyfriend.

Will let you try and experiment with makeup on him.

Clark is fascinated by your arts and crafts projects. He always asks a ton of questions and loves learning about the details, even if he has no clue how you do it.

Clark loves listening to your voice, especially when you’re speaking in French or practicing another language.

If you’re feeling down, Clark will throw a blanket over the two of you and start an impromptu movie marathon of your favorite films.

He’ll randomly whisper “I love you” when you least expect it - whether you’re brushing your teeth, washing dishes, or just staring out the window.

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Marvel;

Yelena Belova -

You met Yelena during a community event - you were volunteering, and she was undercover on a mission.

She stayed longer than necessary because she actually was able to complete her mission within the first hour.

She normally wasn't one for big events, but then she saw you.

Your outfit really caught her attention, especially your makeup. She was pretty impressed.

She introduced herself to you, and you had to compliment her style, and the pantsuit that she was wearing to the event.

The topic went from the event to each other, to plants, and then to books.

Yelena appreciates your talkative nature and finds your endless curiosity refreshing. She jokes that you’re her “walking encyclopedia.”

She introduces you to her dog, Fanny, and the two of you bond over your shared love for animals.

You then introduced her to your dog.

And then you both introduced your dogs to each other.

Yelena’s feelings for you grew when she saw how much effort you put into creating a handmade quilt for her.

The quilt is black, white, and blue; with embroidered flowers and butterflies.

It lays on her bed.

She uses it every night.

She treasures it more than anything.

You realized you had feelings for Yelena when she defended your activism work to someone who was being dismissive. Her fierce loyalty made your heart skip a beat.

Yelena loves surprising you with small but meaningful gifts, like a vintage book she found or a quirky accessory that reminded her of you.

She adores your over-the-top makeup and often asks you to try out bold looks on her. “Make me look dangerous and fabulous.”

You’d go on spontaneous road trips together, blasting music and stopping to take pictures of anything that caught your eye.

Lots of spontaneous adventures.

Road trips to the beach, or on a road through a forest, or even just driving to a store or something.

She’s surprisingly tender and vulnerable when it’s just the two of you.

She’ll hold your hand tightly during movies or pull you into her lap when you’re anxious.

But, if you're not into that, she'd just hold your hand or even just sit beside you, with her head on your shoulder.

She'll do anything to make sure you are comfortable, so she is okay with anything. Lots of physical contact, some, or none, she's down for anything.

You’d teach her how to sew, though she’s hilariously impatient about it. “Why does this tiny needle take so long? I could assassinate someone faster.”

Yelena would love hiking with you, pretending to complain about the uphill climbs but secretly enjoying the challenge, the peace, and your company.

She’d watch your favorite shows with you and mock the characters mercilessly, but she’d secretly get invested.

"I don't know why they don't just bonk Sam on the head again. Then maybe she wouldn't see the ghosts anymore if that's so much of a problem."

"I mean, seriously, why don't they build a place for the British soldiers to live? So they don't have to be forced to live in a shed."

A week or so later...

"Are we going to watch the next episode of that show you like?" She'd enter the room as you scroll on your phone.

"You like Ghosts?" You raised an eyebrow.

"No- I just know that you do... So..."

You only shook your head knowingly before putting on the next episode.

"So... Who's your favorite?" You randomly asked during the show.

"... Alberta."

She’d show up unannounced with pastries from your favorite bakery, claiming, “You looked sad last night. I fix that.”

Yelena would go out of her way to protect you, even if there wasn’t a direct threat. Her protectiveness is quiet but unwavering.

You’d cook Russian dishes for her, and even if they weren’t perfect, she’d love the effort.

Yelena loves teasing you, but it’s always affectionate. If she catches you talking to your dog in a baby voice, she’ll mimic you, but secretly she thinks it’s adorable.

I mean, she totally talks to her dog Fanny in a baby voice too.

She’s surprisingly great at remembering the little things you mention in passing, like your favorite snacks or the exact kind of tea you like, and she’ll casually surprise you with them.

Yelena doesn’t know how to deal with big emotions, so she’ll jokingly nudge your shoulder and say, “I tolerate you” when what she really means is, “You’re my entire world.”

She really does love you.

It's just hard for her to say after, you know, after everything she'd been through.

She constantly tries to steal your fluffy pink purse, claiming it’s "too powerful" for you and that she needs it more.

You end up buying her her own purse that's fluffy.

Yelena is obsessed with your arts and crafts.

She’ll sit beside you and make sarcastic comments but secretly try to join in. Her paper flowers look hilariously bad, and you keep them all because they’re precious.

You often walk into the main living room and find Yelena cuddling both her dog and yours.

She loves borrowing your clothes.

Yelena is all about casual, understated affection, like brushing your hair out of your face or tugging your scarf tighter around your neck when it’s cold.

Yelena will randomly plop down on your refurbished furniture and declare it as her new “throne."

"Wanna watch Dead Poets Society?"

She’ll lie beside you on the couch, absentmindedly playing with your fingers while you talk about your day.

Yelena secretly loves your book collection and will sometimes ask you to read it aloud to her, especially when she’s feeling tired or anxious.

When she's feeling more carefree, you and her would just dance around together either to metal or jazz, depending on how you are both feeling.

Yelena is a surprisingly good singer too, by the way. She'd actually take the time to learn the more acoustic version of 'Your Blood' by AURORA for you.

Museum dates!

Lots of them!

Traveling to different countries just to go to the museums.

Yelena likes to sometimes watch you take care of your plants but absolutely loves it when you explain the plants to her and the little facts about them.

She'd name your plants if you haven't named them already...

You guys are my OTP.