#Tom Holland x gn reader

[nino-rox]

Hi ik you mostly write male reader but i was wondering if you could write some gn headcanons for Spiderman (Tom), doesn’t have to be smut just what’s it like dating this fine man.

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Evolving Towards The Dark

Cancer fic 2

Hey olives! Welcome to my Second fic for my Cancer event. This took a while to get too, because a lot has happened in the past month lol.

Let me catch you up...First my apartment had mold in it, I moved out, then my new house burned down, I got an apartment, I went to Phoenix as a de-stress roadtrip, one of my family members passed away, I was severely depressed, and most recently, I broke my hand. I had a few WIPS and I wanted to finish one and post it so ya'll wouldn't be waiting so long for the rest while my hand healed.

Sorry I think i'm rambling, anyways, without any unecesarry delay here is 'Evolving Towards The Dark'

Summary: Change is a natural part of life, people agree to disagree, but sometimes an argument ends a life long friendship.

Warnings: Failed attempt at gaslighting, Swearing, arguing, yelling, friendship breakups, acting industry, character change.

Pairings: Tom Holland x GN!Best-friend!reader

Type: Angst

Listen to: I Can't Handle Change by Roar

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You were exhausted. Your voice was hoarse. The screaming had gone for longer than ever.

"I don't understand what you need from me!"

"I don't need anything, I want it! I want you to stop changing for the worse because I know what happens if you don't! I know how it'll end."

Tom stares at you. His face is pale and his hands are shaking. You on the other hand are stoic, barely showing any emotion. What you said before…it was true. You could tell that if he kept going down this path, there wouldn't be a path to go down on anymore.

Not for him, not for you, not for you as bestfriends. But why couldn't he understand that?

"Y/n! I. can't. Change."

"But you can change for them? You can become who they want you to be, you can change to appease the public but you can't even tell me that it's changing?"

"You know what? Fuck you. Fuck you, and your God damn mind thinking that those rumors are true, I'd never choose them over you. You're my best friend! These rumors are making you crazy, I'm the only one you should be believing and yet you aren't! You don't believe me, probably because you don't want our friendship anymore."

You scoff, genuinely surprised at his feeble attempt to gaslight you.

"I don't want this anymore? Seriously?"

You wave your arms rattling your frame, your hands start to shake, your eyes narrow glaring at Tom.

"Are you kidding me?" You say.

"You are an asshole Tom. How could you say that? I've always wanted this to last! I always will!"

"I highly doubt that." he retorts back.

"You know I'm not as stupid as you may think I am? I know you. You know me! So why is this so FUCKING HARD TO UNDERSTAND!? I swear sometimes I feel like you just go out and party to make me feel left out! Your eye bags are a clear sign of that."

"Tom! What the hell!? God damn it! You're the one that makes me look like this!"

"You stopped texting me goodnight and I stopped sleeping well, you stopped making sure I ate during the day and I couldn't get myself to keep food in my stomach. You are the problem. Why don't you see that?"

He takes a look at you once more before shaking his head…"fuck this" he says before pushing his way past you. He walks to the door grabbing the handle before he turn back at you.

"Change is a normal part of life. If you don't want me to change. Then maybe I don't want this"

With that he opens the door and slips out, slamming it once he's outside. You stare at the door in shock, what the hell just happened?

As the silence sets in you quickly walk over to the window. From there you see Tom sitting in his car, head down shaking. Instinctly your hand reaches over to the doorknob. You stop yourself. Scolding yourself for still caring. But why wouldn't you? He's your bestfriend.

Was.

The moment he walked out that door, he walked out of your life. And honestly, it was for the best. His addiction of being perfect for the industry was making him change for the worse. You'd tried to be there for him. But he just pushed you away. He built a wall so high that not even you could get through it. So when he left your life, you felt like you could breathe again.

Change is a normal part of life. But not all change is good. As our own person, we need to be careful how we change, and who we change for.

Something Tom didn't do.

Tags: @popfishjr @scarthefangirl @book-place @im-dreaming-of-youtonight

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your camera roll if you were dating peter parker

(tom holland version !!)

[underoospeterparker]

can’t remember if I already sent this in but tasm Peter Parker x reader who has sensory issues and gets overstimulated easily. n him just calming her down, giving her something to fidget with or chew on cause he knows that calms her, getting her into comfy clothes that aren’t scratchy or tight and just taking care of her. asking her loads of questions and giving her options to choose from so she feels more in control of the situation <3 ugh i love him

thank you for requesting!!

tasm!peter x reader / mcu!peter x reader, 0.8k words

tw: overstimulation

You're resting your head in Peter's lap while he tangles his fingers in your hair, scratching gently at your scalp. Peter's friends are sitting on the seats opposite to you, and the two of them are laughing about something rather loudly. Peter glances at you every so often, leans down to press a soft kiss to your temple. Every time he does that, you let out a quiet hum of contentment, press your head further into his lap.

You're exhausted from a long day of school and came home to Peter's friends. You'd given them both a hug when you arrived, but Peter already noticed you were out of it: Your eyes were unfocused, you had this dazed look about you, and you kept fidgeting with your hands, wringing them out.

Peter had given you a concerned look, clearly worried, as if asking 'Do you want them here?' You'd given him a gentle, reassuring smile, mouthed to him that it was fine. You were currently rethinking your decision as their voices grew louder. You began to hear the screeching of the kettle, the scratches your cat was making on the wooden table, the spin of the fan. You could feel your tight knit sweater sticking to your body, and you could hardly breathe.

You forced yourself to take deeper, longer breaths as you curled up in Peter's lap. His hand paused on your head but then resumed its ministrations, as he looked up in shock at something his friend had said. It all sounded like a blabber of words to you: You felt confused; disoriented. The air conditioner was on, but you felt hot. Boiling hot. You tried to pull at your sweater, wanting it off.

You resisted the urge to scream, and to calm yourself down you tried to focus on the ground, on the carpet, but you couldn't: Everything else was far too loud.

"(Y/N)?" Peter's voice cut through the noise. You press your hands to your ears, trying to block out the noise, to soften his words. You turn around to face Peter's stomach, try to hide in his hold. "Sweetheart, are you okay?" His hands reached for yours, helped cover your ears. You looked up through blurry vision, meeting his loving and concerned gaze. Peter tilted his head slightly, searched your eyes for a response to his question. You shook your head slowly in reply, let out a quiet whine as you burrowed yourself closer to him.

Something in his eyes clicks in realisation. He held out a hand to his friends to get them to stop talking; helping you stand up with a hand on your wrist, gently moving you to a quieter room. Peter shut the door behind the two of you, sat you down on the soft comforter. You mumbled something incoherent, struggled to get your sweater off, the tightness suffocating you, making it hard to breathe.

Peter's eyes soften as he reaches for the hem of your sweater, helping you pull it off your head. He squeezes your hand before moving towards the closet, grabbing your comfiest pyjamas as helping you slip in to them with two hands on your shoulders. He doesn't speak until then, knowing you needed to feel comfortable and snug before you would be able to fully converse.

He settled you on the bed, covers not on because he knew you were feeling hot. "Can I get you anything? Your fidget toy? Or your stuffed animal?"

His voice was soft, only a murmur, and you nodded gratefully. "Both, please?" You asked quietly.

Peter presses a lingering kiss to your forehead and untangles himself from you, nodding quickly. "Of course, bug." He returns in under a minute, giving you the two items and watching as you settle down with them. "Do you want me here, or should I go?" He touches your leg soothingly, rubbing a hand up and down.

"Here," I mumble, "please?" Peter melts a little, feels his heart squeeze. He climbs onto the bed behind you, careful not to touch or jostle you too much. When he remains quiet, you add, "Can I have a hug?"

He softens. "Absolutely, honey." Peter doesn't wait another second before wrapping you up in his arms, bringing you closer to his chest. He thumbs at your neck affectionately as you curl up in his hold, wanting to be as close to him as possible. "My poor, sweet girl," he murmurs softly. "You're doing so good. Are you feeling a bit better?"

"Mhm, yes," I say quietly, "thank you." You give him your best, most grateful smile. "Y' the best, baby."

Peter rolls his eyes affectionately against the crown of your head. "Says you, lovely girl."

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hey I’m sick and I was wondering if you could make one of either Steve Rogers or spiderman (Tom holland) taking care of a sick little

Sickie

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A/N - I know this is kind of a short one, I had to have dental work done today and I've also just been super busy today and in alot of pain but I hope that this helps you feel even a little bit better. I know you said one or the other, but I had an idea and could include both! Hope you like it!

Warnings⚠️: Sick little, PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN STEVE, PETER AND YOU, mainly fluff!!

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Peter got worried when he heard your little coughs throughout the night. He had the room right next to your room, and had been doing some work on his suit when he first heard it. This meant that he had stayed up the whole night incase you woke up and needed a caregiver.

When you came out as a little, you had first been getting taken care of by Steve, seeing as he was the person who helped you to tell the rest of the team and was the first to find out. Soon after Steve started going on missions again, Peter helped to take care of you. It started more as he was a babysitter, but after a fe years, he’s taken on being a second caregiver.

When Steve got back from his 5am run, he was met by a worried peter sitting on the couch in the living room, waiting for the elder. 

“Steve they’ve been coughing all night. I think I heard them sneeze like 10 times too. I’m worried.” Peter stands up abruptly, almost starling Steve.

Steve looks at Peter concerned before quickly but quietly going over to your room and softly opening the door. He walks over to the edge of your bed before softly feeling your forehead. His eyes widen and he turns around to look at Peter who's standing there awkwardly with his hands in his pockets and anxiety written all over his face.

“They're like a furnace. Can you go get them a damp cloth and some meds? I'm gonna wake them up and see if I can get them into some cooler clothes.” Steve calmly whispers to Peter, who then speeds off to go collect the items requested.

Steve wakes you up gently,kissing your forehead and trying to softly help you out of dreamland. You softly whine, rubbing your eyes until Steve gently takes your hand from your face. 

“Hey sweetheart how're you feeling?” He asks gently.

All he can get out of you is a whine, you curl into him, feeling absolutely awful.

He softly coos before he gently picks you up and helps you to get more comfortable.

Peter comes back in the room a few minutes later with the items that steve sent him on a quest to find, and sees you laying with a thinner blanket stolen from his room, and one of steve's shirt on you. 

The rest of the day is spent with Steve and Peter each taking their time with you, getting you water, meds when you need them, and just ultimately making sure your comfortable and safe. That's the most important thing to them. 

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(boy)friend

Pairing: holland!Peter Parker / reader

(no pronouns used for reader as far as I know)

Warnings: brief mention of bullying (and a shitty ending cause I suck at writing those)

General Plot: You are on a quest to befriend your awkward schoolmate and find that you might become something a little more

Genre:                fluff

Words:               1.2k

A/N: Honestly, I just wanted to try posting on here for the first time so I put together a little fanfic, so it might not be the most well written and thought out story, so please excuse all the plot holes and poor writing.

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A new schoolyear had begun and like every year you had devoted yourself to making a new friend. Having been the quiet kid with no friends you had decided to overcome your fear of talking to new people and after finding a great group of friends you started to look for new additions to said group every year.

At the end of last school year, you had noticed a small duo, a cute brunette and his best friend, you’d never see one without the other. But recently you had picked up on the near constant flow of bullying directed at the two by a kid named flash.

Truth be told you always were the kind of person to search for the good in someone even if they were being an asshole and it’s not like you thought Flash was the scum of the earth or something like that he just had the sort of personality most people perceived as arrogant, annoying and overall disgusting, their words not yours, although you had to agree. He was by no means an evil person per se he just seemed to lack basic human decency in its entirety.

So when you became aware of the two victims of Flash’s idiocy and their almost unbothered attitude towards him, you decided to get to know them a bit better in hopes of befriending them.

It was Monday where you had an irregular lunch break at a time no one else did, when you saw your opportunity.

“Hey… is this seat taken?”, you smiled down at the completely surprised brunette.

“Uh…yeah… I mean no… I mean you can sit…if you want obviously”, he stuttered out, stumbling over his words and trying his best to keep his voice from completely giving out.

You giggled and sat down:

“Thanks, I was worried I wouldn’t find a good seat anymore, I’m Y/N btw”

“I’m Peter”, a soft blush adorned his cheeks.

Peter looked around in the mostly empty cafeteria and his brows furrowed slightly:

“Uhm, you know there are like a lot of free tables. Not that I want you to leave but… you know?”, he hesitantly brought up.

You looked up at him a smile tugging at the corners of your lips and answered:

“Yeah, but it’s not a good lunch seat when you sit alone isn’t it?”

“…I guess…yeah”

There was a bit of comfortable silence between you before you spoke up again.

“You’re not usually alone here right? I think every time I’ve seen you he was right next to you”, you chuckled

He seemed a bit caught off guard by you breaking the silence but recovered fast.

“Yeah, Ned wasn’t feeling all too well today, so he stayed home and left me alone here.”, Peter said jokingly.

“Oh, tell him I hope he feels better soon then, he seems like a nice dude when he’s not abandoning you.”

Talking about his friend came easier to Peter than small talk and the conversation flowed seamlessly from how Ned had ‘abandoned’ him to what things they got up to recently.

In turn you shared some stories from you and your friends taking the opportunity to invite him and Ned to come along with you to the arcade at the end of the week.

Although hesitant at first, with a bit of convincing he agreed to meet the following Friday.

Your talk with Peter in the cafeteria had not been the last time the two of you had interacted and every conversation with him made you more excited for the next.

Peter really was such a sweet soul and hanging out with him always felt comfortable.

Friday rolled around and you were waiting on your friends and Peter in front of the arcade. It was a common occurrence for them to be late so when a out of breath Peter ran up to you and started to apologize profusely you just smiled and reassured him that he was fine.

You noticed Ned wasn’t with him and when asked about it, Peter explained that he still wasn’t feeling better.

Slowly but surely the rest of the group came by as well and soon enough everyone was present.

The entire afternoon went by in a haze filled with laughter, everyone enjoying themselves and even though Peter was a bit shy at first, he fit right in, and everyone welcomed him with open arms.

Even without really noticing or intending on it, you and Peter stayed close and stole innocent touches here and there along with soft looks.

Unbeknownst to you your friends had noticed the fact that you and Peter seemed joined at the hip and shared smiles about the clear interest both of you displayed for the other.

You felt a tap on your shoulder and were met with one of your closest friends MJ, who led you away from the group.

“Can you two go on a date without us? It’s getting a bit pathetic with the way he’s looking at you.”, she deadpanned, catching you off guard. Your mouth dropped open and blood rushed to your face.

“What?”, a confused chuckle escaped your throat.

“Come on Y/N, you two are clearly interested in each other. Everyone has noticed at this point. So just tell him and get on with it!”

MJ never was the kind of best friend who talked to you about relationships unprompted, you loved to tell her about crushes and troubles simply because of her objective and brutally honest advice and comments, but she never started these types of conversations so this was new.

“MJ, he’s sweet sure but I’ve only known him for a week and yeah of course I like him but calling it a crush would be a bit rushed don’t you think?”, you smiled at her.

“Obviously, but I’m just saying, you two have been smiling at each other so much even I felt giddy” MJ shuddered overdramatically

You laughed and hugged her. “Oh MJ, I love you so so much”

MJ scrunched up her face and awkwardly hugged you back, never having been much of a physical touch kind of person but tolerating it for you.

The two of you returned to the group and the afternoon continued without another hitch although you were more and more aware of the shy smiles shared between you and Peter.

At first the two of you were shy and awkward on dates but once you got more comfortable with eachother you shared inside jokes and and started teasing eaxhother playfully.  

A few months after the arcade meet up which were filled with almost daily texts and constant talking, Peter awkwardly asked:

“ So… are we…are you…I mean, am I your…”

His stressed expression and the more and more panicked waving of his hands had you chuckling slightly once you realized what exactly he was trying to ask of you.

“I think we are and I am and you are. If you want to that is”, you answered with a soft smile, your hand ever so slightly reaching for his.

Relief washed over Peter and you thought to yourself, how bad he was at hiding his true feelings, it felt like you could read him like an open book, like he couldn’t possibly have secrets that you didn’t know about with how open he seemed.

“Thank god!”, Peter exclaimed and engulfed your hand in his, tugging you along to his home for the movie night you had planned.

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could i request a netflix and chill for peter with the prompt delay? maybe he’s going on patrol? 😏

-cutetomholland <3

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— peter x gn!reader | blurb, smut 18+ MDNI | @cutetomholland behold, god tier prompt, SLIGHTLY pervy!reader and mediocre writing

Peter stepping out of the shower is a mesmerizing scene; something straight out of a soft-core erotica.

A crisp, white towel, feather soft, sits snugly around his waist— a corner tucked right into his Adonis belt to hold it together. He's wet, very much so, only half dried and radiant. Freshly beefed from his morning workout, and as he runs his nimble fingers through his shampoed hair, you feel your eyes glaze over, jaw go slack.

Peter is mostly busy with Avenger duties these days and the little free time he gets, he spends with you, in your arms. Of course, this time is hardly enough— an eternity would fall short— and his dazzling, sun-kissed skin only makes everything harder.

A sheen of water encases the freckles dotting his skin, the tiny droplets pebbling like little shingles of glitter reflecting the sunlight. As he turns towards his wardrobe, shoulder muscles rippling, droplets from his drenched hair slide down his back triggering a twitch of your tongue and somewhere down south.

He pulls on a pair of boxers under his towel, but gets it on without much struggle. Some, wicked part of you wishes he'd have turned around to give you a little show. Oh, well. You watch, captivated, as he pulls his Spiderman suit from the depths of one of the shelves. He begins to pull on the suit; stepping into the spandex and pulls it right upto his waist.

Maybe it's the straining biceps that get you as he slides one arm into one sleeve, or maybe it's the perfect curvature of his butt stretching the red and blue spandex, but before you know it, you're leaping towards him, hands turning him around to face you on their own accord.

"Babe - wha-," comes his surprised squeak as you press a heated kiss onto his lips, pushing him up against the wardrobe with your weight.

He tastes like mint and warmth— fucking heavenly— and the smell of fresh soap lingering around him only riles you further.

Peter sags against you, melting into the kiss. He's not one to shy away from surprises, but then soon, too soon, he's wrenching himself away from you, as every fibre of your being screams for more.

"Babe... I have to get to work," he says, a pout gracing his plush lips but his voice comes out throaty.

"It's been a week since I last saw you," you grumble, pushing closer still. There's an intentional whine in your voice, a calculated pucker that might be Peter's fatal weakness.

Peter's eyes widen, the pit of black in his baby browns darkening.

"Don't," he reprimands, but you grin cheekily, biting your lip and trailing your finger across the skin above where the suit hangs around his waist.

"You're insatiable," he mutters, shaking his head. But there's a slight blush blooming across his cheeks and you know you can win this. You deploy your second attack. You let your hands wander, thumbs trailing over his abs and up his front.

"I miss you. There's a difference," you shoot back.

"Po-tay-to, po-tah-to," he mumbles and moves to push you away again.

You don't budge.

"Y/N, seriously," he says, somewhat sternly, "I will have to use force."

There's a slight tremor to his voice, like he's fighting himself. Good.

You tilt your head to the side and pout exaggeratedly. "Oh baby, please. Please use force," you murmur, tugging his arm out from the sleeve of the suit and putting it around your waist. You push up against his chest.

The red across Peter's cheeks darkens.

"You're making this so hard," he mumbles, as you move up to kiss his chin, gently at first and then suck slowly. A third attack.

"Believe me, I'm trying to make a lot of things hard," you whisper, kissing up the length of his jaw and towards his ear. You dart your tongue out to lick the shell, a ghost touch at best, as your other hand dips into his suit and brushes against the base of his cock.

The final offense.

Peter lets out a strangled moan at that, his fingers digging into your back. His grip on your other arm loosens, and he angles all of his body towards you. His breathing deepens.

You know you've got him.

"I just wanted to show up at the HQ, before patrol, on time for once," he grumbles as you drag him towards the bed and push him gently onto it.

He plops onto it with a little oomph, the drying curls of his hair bouncing. You smile at his genuinity, before climbing into his lap.

Ah, home.

Victory.

"Don't worry," you muse, lip curling, as Peter settles back onto the bed.

"I'll make your sacrifice worth it."

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One Step at a Time

Peter Parker x gn!reader

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And thank you for (over) 250 followers! Wow <3

Summary: You're not having a good day, but you do have Peter.

Word Count: ~1.8k

Warnings: Mentions of reader being upset, tired, crying. Comfort. Peter being a dork. Bad jokes. Angst. Fluff.

A/n: Inspired by my own life and @reidslovely's post here (thank you <3). Thank you for reading. Would love to hear what you think!

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Like a breeze drifting through a cracked window, Peter slipped into your shared apartment after patrolling. The golden hour laid against his back as he found you curled up in bed. As soon as he saw your body buried under the blankets and heard your ragged exhales, he took off his mask and came to your side. 

Though his muscles ached, he kneeled beside the bed. The red of the suit he still wore shined in the early evening light, encasing the hand he gingerly reached under the blankets. His fingers wrapped around yours, offering a lifeline – a chance to pull your head above the water.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he whispered, rubbing a thumb along the back of your hand.

The memories of today that you’d unsuccessfully tried to ignore came trickling back – until they grew into a suffocating flood threatening to break the dam. Your mind wavered, feeling exhausted and unable to do what you wanted. The same thing that seemed to happen every day.

Mornings started out okay, hopeful even that you could make it through. But then something would throw you off, make doubt and anxiety creep up your throat and paralyze you. The pillow sank further as you pressed your head into it, hoping it would quiet your brain just a little. Eventually, as Peter squeezed your hand, you found your voice.

“Work called me to ask if I could work overtime all week… and I just feel like they’re pulling me in a million different ways without letting me get a chance to breathe. But my coworker seems like she’s doing fine with it, so maybe I’m just not good at the job,” you sniffled from under the blanket, mumbling your words. 

“And then I tried to make lunch, but I burned it and made a huge mess that I still haven’t cleaned up – I’m sorry – and I went out to get myself a drink from our usual cafe to cheer me up, but someone bumped into me, so it all spilled on my new shirt.”

You took in a sharp breath, squeezing your eyes shut. “I wanted today to be productive, to feel good about how much I accomplished. But all I’ve managed to do was make a mess of the apartment and waste the day away.”

Peter had let you talk, even though his jaw ticked as he kept himself from telling you to stop being hard on yourself. He let you get it all out before whispering, “Hey. Look at me, it’s okay. Come on, it’s just you and me.” His other hand slowly pulled the blanket from you, revealing your red eyes and tear-stained skin.

You found it hard to listen to his words, let alone do what he said, when your thoughts refused to slow down – instead, they multiplied, overlapping and jumbling into a mess that only make your hiccuping breaths worse. You stared downward, blinking away hot tears, when Peter’s hands found your jaw. His calloused fingers cupped around your face, thumb brushing along your cheekbone as he brought your head up to look at him.

Through your watery vision, you let yourself fall into the deep color of his eyes, embracing the warmth and love they held. Your lip wavered as you tried stopping the next wave of tears from cresting past your lashes, your teeth digging into the inside of your cheek.

“Come here.” Peter pulled you into a hug, letting you wrap around his body while he rubbed up and down your back. Your fingers dug into the material of his suit, tried to squeeze it so hard that it would take you from your thoughts – pull you from this body that never seemed to be on your side.

Pulling back, Peter wiped the tears from your cheeks before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry today hasn’t been good to you, and I would kick its ass for treating you like this if I could,” he said, earning a sad sort of laugh out of you.

“But you’re not some weak person incapable of handling things. I’m serious,” he said when you looked away, knowing that you were internally resisting his words. Pressing his forehead against yours, he continued. “First, your job is ridiculous for expecting you to give up your life for them. And second, you don’t need to accomplish a million things, or even one thing, to feel good about yourself. I know I’ve said it before, but your productivity does not define your self-worth, okay? I’m proud of you for making it through the day – I know it’s not always easy. But let’s start over and try again.”

Peter held you, making sure you heard his words loud and clear – forcing you to care about yourself as much as he did. Making his voice louder than the critical one inside your head. “I love you. Now, have you had anything to eat since lunch?” he asked, his voice so kind, like each word could somehow hold you together until you felt better.

You shook your head, sniffling once again. “I love you too.”

“Okay, I can quick grab some dinner and bring it back. What are you feeling?” He started to sit back on his heels, moving away just slightly.

Your hands held onto him harder, wordlessly pleading with him to stay. “Could you just order it for delivery?” you whispered, eyes fixated on the threads of the blanket.

“Yeah, of course. I’ll pull up a list of restaurants on my phone.” He came up on the bed, sitting against the headboard and pulling you into his chest. A few minutes passed as you scrolled through, willing yourself to find anything to eat.

Passing a burger place, Peter said, “I stopped a robber from stealing from that place last week. He didn’t appreciate my ‘Hamburglar’ jokes very much.”

You couldn’t stop from letting out a small laugh, pressing your face into his chest. “Do you really make conversation with the criminals you stop?”

He shrugged, a toothy smile spreading across his face. “Gotta make friends in this business somehow.”

Shaking your head, you just turned back to the list and picked out a place. “I’ll be right back,” Peter told you as he got up to grab his wallet, leaving you in the bed. 

The urge to crawl under the blanket again called to you in the cold absence of Peter, the wave of it nearly pushing you back into that mindset. But you held on, squeezing one of your hands with the other as you breathed through it.

You had this. You were capable, even when everything in the world tried to make you forget that. With a final wipe of your eyes, you slowly climbed from the bed and into the living room, one step at a time. Though your body tried telling you to go back and disappear, you kept going.

The sun still shined, the spring weather wafting into the apartment as you opened the window. It danced past you, placing warm kisses along your skin. 

You felt Peter walk up behind you, now dressed in sweats, wrapping his arms around your middle. Together, you watched the city breathe below. The skyline laid against a background of orange and yellow hues that you’d missed. A sunset you would’ve gone without had you stayed closed off under the blankets.

“Well I can’t fight the day if it’s going to look this beautiful,” Peter muttered as you laid your head back against his solid body. 

“What’s the point of having a superhero boyfriend if he can’t fight the universe for you?” You rested your arms on top of his, holding tight as you let out a dramatic sigh.

His hair brushed along you as he shook his head, a small smile on his face. Beside your ear, he whispered, “To do this.” His hand held onto you, picking you up like you weighed nothing as you let out a shriek.

He sat down on the couch, keeping you between his legs and your back to his chest. “I guess that is a perk,” you said, laughter shaking through your body. “Though… the remote is all the way over there.” You pointed over to the other side of the couch, just out of arm's reach.

“Also a good reason for a superhero boyfriend.” Peter shot his hand out toward it, webs snagging the remote.

He turned the TV on as you leaned back to look into his eyes, loving the bright glint they held. “Okay, you’ve proven yourself worthy. I’ll keep dating you.”

Even his dramatic sigh couldn’t hide his amusement, his complete adoration for you. “How generous of you. So glad I could be of service.”

The rumble of his laughter shook through you, leading a trail of warmth through your body. With your comfort movie playing on the TV, the two of you sat there. His chest rose and fell along with yours, breaths like watery swells crashing against one another. 

You only moved when the food arrived, Peter running down to grab it (but not before fixing you with a hard stare when you offered to grab it yourself.) 

Walking in with arms full a minute later, he called your name in a sing-songy voice. From behind his back, he pulled out more than just dinner. A bouquet full of colorful flowers sat in one hand while a drink from the cafe near your apartment sat in the other – the one you’d spilled earlier. 

In an instant, soft tears began to sting at the corners of your eyes as you looked at him and his nervous smile. “Thought this could help,” he said, handing you the drink and food. “You deserve it.”

“Peter…” you whispered as he started toward the kitchen. But you grabbed onto his arm, pulling him back onto the couch.

He flopped next to you, hair wild as he looked between you and the flowers. “But…” Though the look you gave him made him quickly give up. Peter couldn’t help being weak against any request you made.

The flowers were lovely, of course, but in the wave of emotion that filled your heart, you just wanted Peter right by your side. Setting everything else aside, he wrapped his arms around you, holding you against him. Only the two of you existed in the moment, everything else disappearing. The movie continued on in the background, but you stayed there, with him.

In his embrace, you could feel the weight of his earlier words – his urge to be kind to yourself. You would certainly try, as you took small steps through life. And no, not every day was going to be easy. But they were easier with Peter.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

I wonder may I have 🥨

Yaya! Here are some of my recent favs!!

Clark Kent by @alienguts

Clark Kent by @alienguts

Klarion Bleak by @dccomicsimagines

Jason Todd by @dccomicsimagines

Clark Kent by @dccomicsimagines

Clark Kent by @dccomicsimagines

Tom Holland by @waitimcomingtoo

Tom Holland by @waitimcomingtoo

Tom Holland by @waitimcomingtoo

Tom Holland by @waitimcomingtoo

Eddie Brock/Venom by @quin-ns

Alex Law by @happytales

Pedro Pascal by @talaok

And some by me:

Din Djarin by me

Faramir by me

Steve Rogers by me

Bucky Barnes by me

Erik Destler by me

Shaggy Rogers by me

I hope these bring you joy :)

[bomber-grl]

Peter Parker Dating hc 🕸️

Pairing(s):Peter Parker (Tom hollands)x Gn!Reader (both civilian and superhero included)

As a civilian you were probably unaware of his secret identity for a good awhile

Until you inevitably found out and began dating

How you found out well, well let’s just say it wasn’t ideal

You had been friends for awhile and the only way Peter would ever let you near him or his room (while having a crush on you) would be if he forgot something at your house or something

So you knocked and May let you know he wasn’t there but still let you in

I mean she wasn’t just gonna let you stand outside waiting for him, if anything he was to blame for not being responsible about the time you two established for meeting up

Queue you walking into his room and he’s half suited up and the both of you are just staring at eachother

That interaction led to some discourse, obviously

But after the initial shock you (surprisingly) moved on

Now if you’re a superhero working for stark for some reason then you met that way and there’s no secret identity reveal

Tbh the two of you have to have something in common

Whether its interests in comics or “nerd” stuff

something had to have led to the two of you getting together

Or maybe you’re just into easily flustered, needy men, who knows 🤷‍♀️

Like if you’re a hero then you met that way and share that in common (including tech if you’re into that)

So just imagine Peter, whose very nervous/ excited, just absolutely rambling about some interest that was briefly mentioned and that you both shared

The thing is, you’re on a date right now and he’s absolutely embarrassing himself (in his opinion)

He’d try to plan everything to perfection and gift you what he can even if he feels it might pale to what you’re used to (if you’re wealthy)

Your first date was especially memorable since not only did he display his nervousness so obviously but it was as if the universe couldn’t let his plan run smoothly

He had tripped, stuttered, made too many mistakes to count, just a piece of work all in all

To you though? It was endearing

He had wanted your first date to be the upmost perfection, even if it wasn’t an average persons “ideal” by the end-

It didn’t matter because you could tell the genuine affection he had for you so much so that he had planned this all, and unfortunately (for him) embarrassed himself beyond return in front of you

“Kill me now”

- Peter probably

He doesn’t really seem like it, if anything he seems pretty self actualized but there’s obviously moments where he feels a bit sorry (?) for the lack of a better word

He’s just always clumsy, and getting flustered easily

Especially around you

So although he might think that you probably think less than ideally of him, he couldn’t be more wrong

If anything it adds to his charm and anything he does is pretty endearing

So when you decide to share such words with Peter while you’re chilling in his room

Well, he’s floored

He thanks you but then that spirals into him stuttering and tripping over himself

Despite the fact that you complimented him to not only ease his worries but also to just let him know-

He’s groveling (exaggeration) and apologizing for, again, being himself…

Blud needs to chill out…

Usually after missions or whatever they’re called- Peter usually has minor injuries or cuts

How do you know this? You’re his main source of comfort so he’s sneak in through your window into your room as often as he can

A particular moment was when you both decided to have a sleep over at your house

It was definitely a huge progress in your relationship but you should’ve known better

While you were asleep, he snuck off and att the end of his little escapade, he snuck back in

Only thing is that he returned back through the window he snuck out from just to be met with the lights on

He visibly sunk at your disappointed gaze once he noticed you up

He isn’t in the best state so you take it easy on him and just go rummaging through your cabinets- you hoped to have something for his wounds around there somewhere

As you’re searching, Peter has taken it upon himself to convince you his injuries are nothing, just go back to bed, and is just overall downplaying his condition

You pause and just stare at him

Obviously he’s taken by surprise but he realizes he can’t do anything to stop you and just lets you continue

Even while your cleaning his wounds or bandaging him up he’s making jokes about the situation

Well maybe not jokes but we all know how rambly he gets when he’s nervous

Somehow digging himself a grave right there

On that same page

We’re all aware of how difficult it is for Peter to balance his civilian and superhero life

I’m not up for debate- it might as well be canon

He’s always having to leave school for superhero work in which it has consequences or he leaves superhero work and still has consequences in the franchise so respectfully: 🤫🤐)

Peter tries super hard to be there and include you in what’s going on but sometimes he needs to cancel or leave hang outs abruptly

You understand this obviously but it’s still upsetting, not as much if you’re a superhero id imagine

But yknow

Still annoying asf

You don’t give him hell for it even if you want to because either 1. You do the same thing (superhero) 2. He can’t help it and he already gets enough shit

He’s also super protective

Especially if you’re a civilian

It’s sort of endearing/ annoying- somehow both simultaneously

Now if you’re a hero/ avenger then you both understand things about your secret identities

Particularly about hiding them

Yknow how Ned would always help Peter out? Well you and Peter do that for eachother

If u have family or others who aren’t aware like friends- Peter has your back and vice versa

It’s just the price you need to pay

Especially since it’s not easy balancing lives

[cinnamostar]

four dates to fall in love

part one. part two. part three. part four (here). part five. part six coming soon.

pairing : hyunjin x gn!reader

summary : after a two year long unspoken hatred, hyunjin and you are forced to be costars in a romantic series, but when it comes to filming any of the romance scenes, you both utterly fail and are unable to get through your lines. the director threatens to take your roles away if you two aren't able to get past this within the next week, which spawns the genius idea from both your managers: can you learn to (fake) fall in love in seven dates and save your careers?

wc : 2.7k

cw : actor!au, enemies to lovers ?!, slowburn , not proofread, blood/knife ments (no injury, theyre just cooking lol), emotional vulnerability

a/n : welcome to part four. the slow burn is absolutely slowburning. things are happening. i dont have much to say other than it being hard for me to write, but pls let me know what you think!!!!!! likes and reblogs appreciated!

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“It went well?” Chan exclaimed in shock over your speakerphone.

You hum in agreement, confusion in the forefront of your mind, “Surprisingly, it went better than I could have ever imagined,” a sigh escapes you, “I don’t know, it’s weird.”

“Well, the fact he even apologized caught me off guard in the first place.”

You laugh lightly, “Oh, trust me, I still am having a hard time believing it. It’s been so long of him being an asshole to me, so seeing him like this was… very different. A little scary, if I’m being honest.”

“Yet it still went well even though it was kinda weird?”

“I mean, it was really awkward at the start which was annoying, but I can’t blame him. He genuinely did look like he felt bad, so it probably was hard to be in his position,” you think aloud, “But it was getting too much and he was putting a damper on the mood, so I tried to make him more comfortable, which worked. Then we started talking, and I don’t really know how to say it, but it felt… really nice? It made me realize that maybe I did miss our friendship.”

“Well, you guys did get along really well before everything happened. To be honest, I thought there was something more going on before then,” Chan recalls, “Though, his sudden change made me realize I was way off.”

Your eyebrows furrow at Chan’s comment, “Something more? Like romantic?”

He chuckles from the other end of the line, “Yeah, I thought something was going on between you two. You guys just seemed to click really well, better than any other costar you’ve had in the past, even to this day. Lowkey thought it was going to be a Tom Holland and Zendaya moment.”

“Jesus,” you mutter, “Definitely not that, I never thought of him that way.”

“You say that, but I remember the heart eyes you used to look at him with,” he teases.

“Oh, shut up. I did not. Besides, that’s not what’s important in the present time!”

He rolls his eyes, even though you couldn’t see it, you could feel it in his tone, “Yeah, yeah, whatever you say. You’re right though, it is a difficult situation for both of you to be in. Other than it being uncomfortable, how are you feeling about it?”

You let out a heavy sigh, “I mean, part of me is happy to be able to have a normal relationship with him, but… I’m still really mad at him for how he treated me. I don’t think it’s something I can let go of yet.”

“That’s okay. You have time to process all of that, no one is rushing you.”

“I know, but for a moment yesterday, I kinda forgot about all that. I had fun with him, and I want to keep having fun, but then I remember everything and feel so… upset that I am even letting him back into my life, even if it's for a bit.”

“Huh…” Chan muddles over your words for a moment, “That is quite the dilemma. I think you have every right to be upset at him, but I also think it’s okay if you miss your friend. I just think you have to figure out what kind of boundaries you want to set for yourself then. I think you can still have a nice time with him without him earning your forgiveness just yet. He can be a surface level friend or acquaintance until he proves himself trustworthy again.”

“You’re right, but I just didn’t like how easily it slipped my mind. Part of me feels like I should still be more on guard and not as friendly, but he makes that hard too.”

“Y/N, it’ll be okay,” he reassures, “You’ll figure it out, but it’s perfectly fine for you to have fun, while still having boundaries, okay?”

You sigh, still a bit unconvinced by his words, “I guess…”

“I know it’s hard, I can’t imagine what it's like to be in your position, but I promise it will be okay.”

“I’ll believe you just this once!”

“You say that every time, but sure, just this once. Call you tomorrow, alright?”

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It was the next evening, and you were anxiously waiting in your apartment for Hyunjin to arrive. You weren’t sure how today was going to go, and the idea Changbin had for you both today made you nervous, as it felt as a far more intimate setting than the previous dates. Although, you couldn’t entirely argue with his logic. Today, he suggested that you both cooked a simple dinner with each other, the idea being that it would help you both learn how to work together towards a common goal, which was dinner in this case.

Despite you being able to understand the logic behind his idea, it was incredibly intimidating to think about having Hyunjin in your own home, especially considering the sudden change in dynamic in your relationship. Even then, you didn’t just let anyone into your home, as you only ever had your closest friends come over for small hang outs, so this was far outside of your comfort zone, but perhaps that was a good thing. Maybe going out of your comfort zone with Hyunjin would only help you both succeed the next time you found yourselves on set, and perhaps something as intimate as cooking together would help you both ease into your roles.

A knock on the door wakes you from your thoughts, prompting you to shuffle hurriedly towards the door to open it for none other than Hyunjin. He greets you with a gentle smile, bowing his head slightly as you let him in wordlessly. There is an awkwardness that hangs in the atmosphere, indicating that you both were uncomfortable with today’s plans and he, too, was likely struggling to find the right words to say.

You take a deep breath in, almost as if you were catching your breath, “Welcome to my place!” You cringe internally at yourself, unable to handle the intensity of the awkwardness between you two and how poor your attempt was to disperse it.

“It’s really nice!” he compliments, standing in place by the entrance after removing his shoes.

“Thank you,” you respond, “Uhm, just follow me, the kitchen is this way. And all the ingredients are ready for us to use, Changbin had them delivered.”

Hyunjin follows you into the kitchen, his eyes taking in every detail around him, filling him with delight to see how characteristic of you the apartment was, it being a perfect representation of your personality. “What are we making again? I don’t think Changbin filled me in.”

“Oh, we’re just making curry udon! It’s something I’ve made before and it’s not too hard. My bad, I didn’t tell Changbin what we were making which is probably why he didn’t tell you. All I did was send him an ingredient list.”

“I forgot you like cooking,” he replies as he stops in your kitchen, quickly turning to the sink to wash his hands.

You hum in response, washing your hands after him, “I think it can be relaxing, but uh, if you want you can start with chopping the carrots and potatoes? I’ll handle the onion and garlic.” Hyunjin nods and follows your orders without much trouble, or so you think, until you turn around and see him holding the knife in a very precarious and questionable manner. Your eyes widen as you rush towards, “Oh my god, that is not how you should be trying to cut a potato. Have you not chopped a veggie in your entire life?”

He smiles sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders, “Listen, I don’t do this cooking thing often,” a gentle chuckle leaving him as he takes amusement in your concern, his heart thumping over the sudden proximity you both now shared.

“I-,” you sigh with a baffled expression, “Okay, let me just show you because I am not having you accidentally bleeding out all over my counter.” 

“You’re more worried about your counters than me?”

“Shut up,” you suppress a laugh before softly whispering, “Here, just do it like this,” you reach over and lay your hands atop of his without second thought, guiding him on how to position his hands without the risk of injury. Once you’ve become aware of how your bodies are pressed up against each other from the side, you jump away in an instant, “That’s it! That’s all you gotta do.” You’re quick to avoid eye contact with him, turning towards your own cutting board as you chastise yourself for being so careless with him at that moment.

Hyunjin’s face and ears were soon dusted with a soft pink, heat rushing across his body over the interaction that seemed so natural, but manages to mutter out a quiet ‘thank you’ before trying his knife skills out once more. Despite your momentary embarrassment, you are sure to take sneaky peaks at Hyunjin to make sure he was handling himself well. You move on from chopping and turn your attention to seasoning the chicken while Hyunjin was still focused on the vegetables, going at a leisurely place which you much preferred in this case. 

The rest of cooking goes on in silence aside from the occasional instruction or question, small witty jokes, and touches that seemed to linger more than necessary, but perhaps that was your imagination. Once everything was done, you both sat across from each other, admiring the fruits of your shared labor that was now plated in front of you both. 

“It looks really good!” Hyunjin comments enthusiastically, a wide, toothy grin spreading across his face. 

“It does, right? Let’s eat!”

Neither you miss a beat, taking a huge bite of the udon noodles, letting out a delighted groan over just how flavorful the food was. “Woah,” Hyunjin groans out, surprise at how well tonight had gone thus far with the added victory of food, “Holy shit, this is so yummy.”

“Mhmm,” you mumble out between slurping noodles, “This is better than when I make it on my own.”

“It’s the Hyunjin special that you’ve been missing this whole time,” he says matter-of-factly with a smug smile.

“You’re being pretty bold for a guy who just learned how to hold a knife today,” you tease, playfully sticking your tongue out. Your eyes catch each other for a moment between your fits of giggles, time stopping for the briefest second possible before you both avert your eyes out of nerves. What was that? You thought frantically to yourself, suddenly hyper aware of the strange warmth in your stomach that was also accompanied with the feeling of your stomach dropping. It was an uncomfortable feeling, one you didn’t know how to explain or ever experienced before, but you did know you didn’t want that combination of symptoms again for whatever emotion this was. You clear your throat, taking a sip of water as if it would wash away the discomfort, “I guess we are pretty good, huh? Maybe our acting project has hope if we are able to work this well together,” you joke, a very poor, if not disastrous, attempt to alleviate the awkwardness that seemed to follow you everywhere these days.

Your words stab Hyunjin in the heart, the guilt he had once forgotten was knocking at the door of his heart, forcing itself in without his permission. His entire demeanor deflated the moment those words left your lips, his heart writhing at the reminder that the only reason this situation existed was because of him and his blinding stupidity. Yet, here you are, warmly inviting into your home and treating him as if he was an old friend of the past, as if he had never wounded you and he couldn’t help but wonder if he was deserving of any of this. He stood still, gulping down his food before faintly whispering a hushed apology.

“I’m sorry.”

Your head snaps back up, your eyebrows furrowing with worry once you sense the sadness lacing his trembling voice, his head now turned downwards as if he was trying to mask his state. Perhaps the joke was a little too soon, you thought, now it being your turn to feel bad. “Ah, Hyunjin, I’m sorry-” you apologize hurriedly, “It was just a joke, please don’t take it too seriously. I’m sorry.”

He forces a smile, waving his hand as if to tell you to not worry about it, the words at the forefront of his tongue, but caught in his throat due to the heaviness sinking in his chest. Once again, shame paralyzed his body, the warm sensation behind his eyes reminding him to blink, reminding him he shouldn’t be so selfish in his pain when he was the cause of so much discomfort. Was any of this okay? Was any of this right? He wonders to himself, still unable to find forgiveness within himself. 

“Hyunjin,” you speak tenderly, your hand reaching across the table to touch his arm, grounding him back in the present, “I promise, it’s okay.” You knew that last bit was a lie, but it was for his own sake and comfort at this point. His treatment, his behavior, his attitude – none of it was ever okay, but you decided to ignore your own feelings and prioritize his. For the first time in two years, you cared about how he felt, you finally cared how your words harmed him, when before all you ever aimed for was a strike to his heart, but today, you chose to comfort his heart that your words unintentionally wounded. Although, your own heart and conscience briefly argued for a moment, one wanting to tend to his hurt, while the other demanded you let him rot in his misery, insisting he deserved it for what he had put you through. It was a tug-of-war you weren’t enjoying, you had almost wished you two remained in your heated hatred for one another and that nothing ever changed. Despite what your mind screamed at you, you chose to listen to your heart, you chose him over yourself.

He takes a deep breath in, trying to collect himself before speaking, “I just–,” a heavy exhale escapes him, “I’m just sorry. I just feel really, really, really bad for everything, but I also feel like I’m not allowed to feel bad when I was the one to hurt you.”

His eyes met yours, the glassiness of his eyes conveying the depth of his guilt, “Oh, Hyunjin,” you whisper apologetically, “Listen, I won’t lie to you, what you did was shitty. You did hurt me, but that is in the past. You feeling bad about it means you’re a good person, right? It means you’re human and that you care, but I don’t want you to let your guilt overwhelm you either.”

It was a genuine response in a moment of sudden vulnerability, your response taking him aback, but the words temporarily placating his never ending thoughts, “I guess, but… I don’t know if I can forgive myself,” he mumbles.

“You don’t have to yet, but you can learn to eventually,” you reply, “I understand it’s hard, and even I still need more time to do that myself, but I do think you deserve to be kind to yourself.” None of that was a lie, you did truly believe he was deserving of his own compassion, but his culpability helped you see the humanity in him. The spitefulness you once knew him for nowhere to be found, but instead there was only a guilt-ridden man who carried a world of humiliation. “I think I can learn to do so soon, too. Spending time with you helps. Besides, I did miss being friends with you if I’m being honest.”

The last sentence causes him to perk up, a small, satisfied smile playing onto your lips, “Really?” he asks, his ears barely believing your words, but his heart was swelling with hope. His eyes search yours, he can’t help but notice how they glimmer under the soft lowlights of your home, and for some reason, he finds warmth and comfort in them. He knows he can trust you, he knows you are being as candor as possible.

“Really, I mean it.”

“I missed it too.”

“Well, I’ll do my best to learn to trust you again. I’ll learn to forgive you eventually, just for now, it still hurts.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll learn too.”

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[rems-writing]

IT's the holidays with You

》 Pairing: WooSanSang x gn!reader 》 Genre/Trope: fluff/strangers to lovers 》 Wordcount: 2,056 words 》 Rating: pg-13

Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society @othersideoutlawsnetwork @illusionnet

Hey there @jisungchan ! It's me! Your secret Santa :D

I hope you enjoy this fic. Happy Holidays to you and may the new year bring you so much love and happiness

Spending Christmas with someone you knew was your soulmate was strange to you. Now add two more soulmates into your life and boom. You were in for a whirlwind of mischief, tears, and most of all

Love. 

Your story started out pretty normal. Sort of. You were hired as a makeup artist for Ateez. You have done makeup for thousands of celebrities prior to joining KQ’s staff. From r&b singer Kehlani to A-list actors & actresses like Florence Pugh, Tom Holland & Zendaya (Hollywood’s it couple), and Tom Hiddleston. You didn’t know why an idol company sought out someone like you, but you weren’t one to complain. You actually liked Ateez and the music they put out. 

You couldn’t stop bumping Deep Dive on your stereo. 

When you arrived in Korea, you were immediately escorted by security guards out of the airport and into a van that soon drove off to KQ Entertainment. You didn’t realize how strict security was until you arrived at the building itself. However, you remained calm. You figured it was protocol so you didn’t put up a fight. You got into the building with ease and you were introduced to the entirety of Ateez. 

Were you fangirling and dying inside?

Yes. 

Did you have to keep your cool in order to maintain professionalism?

Yes. 

After all, you were not about to mess up your first day. If you got hired of course. 

According to their manager, you would undergo a series of beta tests and trials in order to train you and pick apart your brain on how you are able to handle things when there is pressure involved. Ateez made a big name for themselves and you were a witness to it all. You would make sure they looked their best. Although, if you had to be honest with yourself

These fine ass men looked better without makeup. But alas. A check is a check. 

And you were not about to shy away from it. 

Long story short, you passed all the tests and trials, landing yourself a permanent spot in KQ’s staff. Everyone congratulated you, including Ateez. Out of the eight members that celebrated your success, there were three in particular that went above and beyond to make sure that all your hard work paid off. 

That was Yeosang, San, and Wooyoung. 

When they first saw you, they were blown away by the fact that someone like you, who has made American celebrities look their best on stage or on the red carpet, was hired to be a part of their humble team. They were afraid that they wouldn’t be up to your standards. However, after sitting down and getting to know you a bit more, they realized that they were worried for nothing. And so, a friendship blossomed between the four of you. Of course, that was short lived when one of the three boys fell for you. 

Unsurprisingly, it was Wooyoung. 

Fortunately for him, you felt the same way. You two started dating for a few months before the next boy walked up and confessed to you. That boy was Yeosang. Of course, Wooyoung was ok with it. The two were best friends and due to their strong bond, they didn’t let their feelings for you get in the way of that. You were a bit skeptical at first. It’s already difficult to juggle a relationship with one idol, especially in your line of work. However, you guys were still together. In addition, Wooyoung was comfortable and confident enough to let you go ahead and date Yeosang. So now you are dating two idols.

You definitely weren’t complaining. 

There was one more boy that was the last to fall for you. And it was San. This one was proven to be more difficult than Yeosang. Every time you were around San, you just wanted to keep things professional with him. At first, San figured you’d need time to warm up to him. Then again, you warmed up immediately to the other members. 

What was so different about him? 

When San first heard about your relationship with Yeosang and Wooyoung, he was ok with it. He thought that you just needed more time to settle in before he jumped the gun and confessed. However, that flew out the window when he accidentally overheard you talking to some of your family back home over the phone. 

“San? Nah. That man lowkey scares me.”

San felt his heart break when he heard you say that. He was so heartbroken that he left the room and went back to his shared dorm with Seonghwa and Mingi without even hearing the rest of what you said, which was something positive. Long story short, miscommunication results in a discord amongst the idol group and the staff. Being a person that doesn’t take bullshit, you pulled San aside and asked him what was going on. 

“You don’t crack small jokes with me, you avoid me like the plague, and you requested to change makeup artists! Seriously. What is going on?”

San couldn’t lie. Seeing you upset almost made him fold. The last thing he wanted was to upset you. Then he remembered what you said about him and his softened features reverted back into a scowl. He tried to push past you, but you were blocking his path. 

“Y/N, move.”

Oh? He wanted to act cold and petty? Fine. Two could play in that game. You huffed and crossed your arms. You laid it down for him. If he didn’t want to be friends with you anymore, you were fine with that. You were not the type of bitch to beg him to stay. All you asked was that he remained respectful and that he should not put up a fight if you were selected to do his makeup for him since they couldn’t find anyone else. San resisted the urge to roll his eyes because he also knew you were the type of bitch to mess him up if he was rude. With a firm nod, he exited the room with a heavy heart and a heavier urge to cry. 

Why must life be so hard?

Long story short, he had enough and apologized profusely for acting so indifferent around you before telling you the truth on what happened. You sighed in frustration and San was afraid he messed up. He sighed with temporary relief that you didn’t mean to say it like that. Of course you wanted him as well. Sadly, they couldn’t date since some random staff member threatened you to stay away from San or else she’ll expose you for… whatever. You didn’t take her seriously and you honestly had enough of people scandalizing you over nothing so you put your foot down, instilled the fear of God in her, and left it at that. 

To say that San was shocked was an understatement. What was this?

 Some weird fanfic he accidentally stumbled upon after he made the mistake of discovering Tumblr? 

At least you weren’t scared of this staff member’s seemingly empty threat. However, it broke his heart even more to know that this person was the reason why he couldn’t have you. He decided to take matters into his own hands by reporting this incident to the CEO. Fate was on his side when he heard that she was fired the next day and that you were able to breathe easily. It also encouraged him to say how he truly felt. 

Needless to say, you were now dating an entire sub-unit. And you couldn’t be happier. 

“WOOYOUNG, GIVE ME BACK THAT SPATULA OR SO HELP ME!”

Wooyoung giggled and kept running around the apartment while you were on his ass. San sighed as he saw the two of you horsing around while Yeosang was confused. San then gave Yeosang a silent look before the two men separated to grab the two of you. Yeosang threw Wooyoung over his shoulder and grabbed the spatula from him before handing it to San, who had you hoisted over his shoulder. He set you back down in the kitchen before eying the various ingredients and huge bowl of cookie batter near the oven. A tiny smirk was on his face, but before he knew it, the back of his hand stung. 

“OW! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!”

San pouted and you sighed. This human personification of a cat was not about to use his puppy dog eyes on you. 

“Don’t stick your grimy hands in the batter. I need these cookies to be perfect.”

“But darling -”

“No buts. Get your flat ass to where Yeosang is and continue helping with the decorations.”

“If my ass is so flat, then how do you explain what you saw when I arched my back during that dance challenge?”

“WE DO NOT SPEAK ABOUT THAT! YOU AND YEOSANG ARE FLAT AS FUCK AND THAT’S ON PERIOD!”

San had to hold back a snicker when you loudly stated that you didn’t want to hear about how San threw it back with Yunho during one of the Work dance challenges. You were not about to admit that he had a little something back there. It would ruin your ‘Yeosang and San have ass bones’ agenda with your lovely boyfriends. Speaking of lovely…

“DID YOU JUST SMACK MY ASS, WOOYOUNG?!”

“NO!”

Wooyoung poorly gave himself away after denying it and followed it up with a mischievous giggle. You sighed and went back to making the cookies. As you placed a dollop of cookie batter onto the parchment covered sheet tray, you felt a gentle presence behind you and soft lips kissed your cheek quickly. You whipped your head around to see Yeosang with a tiny grin on his face. 

He swears he’s a doberman, but right now, he looks like a maltese. 

“Yes, Sangie?”

“WooSan told me to come help you with the cookies. They sort of need help with a few of the decorations. As in where to put the string lights and all that.”

“Ok. I’ll be there. Just watch them for me and when the timer goes off, come to me immediately.”

“Ok!”

Yeosang kissed your other cheek before he proceeded to intently watch the cookies bake in the oven. You swore that it was the cutest sight ever so you snuck a quick picture of him before making your way over to San and Wooyoung. You saw them untangle the rest of the lights and they looked at you cluelessly.

“Y’all need help?”

“Yeah. Where exactly should we hang these?”

“Well, I’d start over here.”

You guided the boys on how to properly hang the lights so it looked clean and pretty and easy to unplug. They listened to your words intently and hung them where they needed to be hung. After they finished, you were about to walk back to the kitchen when both of them stopped you. At first, you were confused. Then, you looked up. 

A mistletoe. 

The three of you were under a mistletoe. 

Before you said anything, San turned you around so your back was against his broad chest, causing you to feel flustered. It didn’t help that Wooyoung was leaning in so close to your face, hands holding your hips tightly as his lips ghosted over yours. Finally, he kissed you softly yet passionately. You closed your eyes to savor the feeling and tangled your hands into Wooyoung’s long black hair. He then pulled away so he can turn you around and have your back against his chest this time. San gently cradled your face and placed slow and deliberate kisses everywhere before landing on your lips. After getting his fill, he pulled away and smiled softly. The three of you walked back to the kitchen, where Yeosang had just taken the cookies out of the oven and placed them on a cooling rack. When he saw you, he took off the oven mitts and strided over to you. He found your waist and hoisted you up onto the kitchen counter before Wooyoung trapped you in place with his arms. You felt hot under the collar upon feeling all three men stare you down with such tender love and affection in their eyes. And yet…

You wouldn’t trade them for the world. 

“Merry Christmas, my loves.”

“Merry, Christmas, Y/N.”

[effloradox]

me!; peter parker.

track sixteen of LOVER

pairing: tom holland!peter parker x gn!reader

synopsis: the world is black and white until you meet your soulmate

word count: 2.4k

From what you’ve heard, New York City isn’t that different in colour than it is in black and white. When you’re deep in the city and the skyscrapers are towering over you, the seas of blacks, whites, and greys that you can see doesn’t really affect anything. You’ve met people in the past that lived by the sea or in the country when the lack of colour is more prominent, but you consider yourself lucky that in a city it’s not that big of a deal. Sure it would be nice to be able to see the colour of your mother’s favourite flowers or appreciate the blue of a summer sky when there’s not a cloud to be seen, but it’s not necessarily impractical for you to not be able to see colours.

That doesn’t mean that a part of you doesn’t ache when yet another one of your friends sends an excited message to your group chat that she’s met her soulmate. You smile at the message and send the appropriate messages of congratulations but it’s a wistful smile more than anything, and it fizzles out the good morning you’d been having. The number in your group that haven’t met your soulmate yet is dwindling, and sometimes it’s hard to feel like you’re not being left behind. You know that you’ll meet your soulmate when the universe decides it’s time but you’re starting to feel the edges of frustration growing in your subconscious. You went through both middle and high school without meeting your soulmate, and now you’re in your second year of college, it’s starting to feel like the universe is just toying with you.

You finish the remains of your lukewarm coffee before saving the assignment you’d forgotten you were working on and shut your laptop down. The warm atmosphere of the coffee shop you’d been residing in seems to have dulled slightly at the news, and you’re more in the mood now to go and throw a mini pity party for yourself than worry about your communications assignment. You’re quick to gather all your belongings and load them into your backpack, swinging it over your shoulder as you make your way to the exit. You throw a quick smile at the baristas as you walk through the door onto the crowded street outside. It's almost spring and the warmth in the air seems to have brought everyone outside as you try to make your way through the crowd to the nearest subway station to get home.

It's the sound of a scream that makes everyone stop around you. Attacks in New York are sadly all too common so people quickly start to move on, hoping to avoid whatever maniac in a suit is causing chaos today. You manage half the walk home before the sound of something crashing into a building just down the street really sends people into a panic. You find yourself struggling to move forward as people become more erratic at getting away before they get hurt, and it feels like for every step forward you manage, people shoving past you pushes you five steps back. It finally seems to clear in front of you and it doesn’t occur to you to worry why that is, just that you should try and keep moving and get away from whatever is going on around you. It’s only when you hear a woman scream that you turn just in time to see a huge block of cement flying through the air and heading in your direction.

In what you're going to later categorise as a very uncharacteristic moment, you find yourself freezing in place at the danger in front of you. It's only a blur of grey and an arm wrapping around your waist that jolts you from your mind as you're pulled into the air and away from the slab of concrete that definitely would've killed you if it had been given the chance to make contact with your body. It takes your brain a good few seconds to process what's happening to you as you feel solid ground back underneath your feet and the arm is removed from your side. You’re vaguely aware of someone speaking to you but your brain isn’t quite caught up and it’s all you can do to not collapse as your legs start to shake as what just happens begins to settle in your mind. The words being spoken to you start to become clearer as the fog slowly lifts from your brain.

“Hey miss, are you okay? Can you hear me?” You finally feel like you’re able to open your eyes without throwing up and it’s all you can do to let out a groan of discomfort. When you finally look up to see the person who pulled you from certain doom, your first thought is that you didn’t think you’d ever get this close to the masked vigilante that’s been swinging around New York for the last few years. That thought is immediately shut down though, when colours start to bloom into your vision, starting with the deep red of his mask and bleeding out into everything else in your vision. He seems equally startled by the revelation, stumbling back from you slightly as if he’d been burned. “Oh my god.”

“You can say that again.” The two of you continue staring at each other, or at least you’re staring at him. The mask makes it difficult to tell if he’s staring at you but you have a feeling that he is. You can also tell that he’s panicking slightly about the situation that’s just unfolded in front of you both.

“You just almost died!” He takes one of your hands from your side and it’s only then that you notice how much you’re shaking. You can’t tell if it’s from finally meeting your soulmate or if it’s from the near death experience and you decide to chalk it up to both. “What’s your name?” The voice is softer now, quieter now he seems to have reassured himself that you’re physically okay.

“(Y/N). I’m assuming I can’t ask you yours?” Spiderman shakes his head slightly, and the shifting of the vibrant red hurts your eyes slightly as you still find yourself adjusting to being able to see colours.

“I have to go and stop Scorpion, but I promise I’ll find you. Is there anywhere I can meet you when this is over?”

“I’m meant to have a class later. I study journalism and communications at NYU.” Your soulmate lets out a noise of consideration at your words.

“What class do you have later?”

“Journalism 301.” He seems to contemplate something for a moment before speaking again.”

“I have that class too. I’ll meet you on the benches outside the building.” You step back at his words, and when you speak confusion is heavy in your tone.

“You’re a student?”

“If these guys with masks keep attacking during my classes I might struggle to graduate but for now my GPA is holding enough for me to stay a student, yeah. I have to go before I lose Scorpion but meet me after class later?”

“Will I know who you are?”

“I’m not sure. I guess we’ll find out later huh?” He gives your hand a gentle squeeze before letting go and turning around, jumping up and sending a web towards a building to pull himself into the sky. Some passers-by run over to you as he swings away, checking that you’re physically unharmed, and then you’re being walked to the nearest subway station by a friendly older woman who wouldn’t hear of you making the five minute walk by yourself. She only leaves your side as you step onto your train, thanking her for what must be the tenth time in five minutes.

The journey back to your dorm is silent, and you’re relieved that your roommate isn’t there so you can take some time to process what’s happened. It’s nice to see your dorm as most other people see it, a multitude of colours all over the walls and the pictures of you and your friends in colour. You cringe slightly at some of the pictures from a few years ago, back when none of you could see colour and you’d all refused to let your parents tell you what colours you were wearing. You make a mental note to call your mom and berate her for letting you walk around in an outfit with such clashing colours before falling back onto your bed.

When you make it to your journalism class, you can barely focus. You take a seat at the back of the class, and you barely make any notes, too busy watching every guy in the class to see if any of them look over to you more than just for fleeing glances. When your professor announces that the class is over, you’re slow to pack up your things and you’re one of the last to walk out. When you walk out of the building, there’s only one person sitting on the benches, and he’s not facing you but you know who it is. The familiar mop of curly hair gives away your soulmate’s identity and you freeze in place. Peter Parker is Spiderman? You walk towards him, only slowing when he turns to face you.

“Hey (Y/N). I’m-“

“Peter Parker.” You see a flash of surprise on his face when you say his name before him.

“You know who I am?”

“You’re like the smartest guy in our class Peter, everyone knows who you are.” The small flush of pink on his cheeks as you compliment him is sweet, even if you were being sincere.

“I figured we could talk? About everything that happened today?” You give him a slow nod, watching as he jumps to his feet, pulling his backpack in front of him and opening it. He’s quick to pull out a small bouquet of flowers, a mix of yellow and pink flowers, and hold them out towards you. “I didn’t know what kind of flowers you liked so the florist suggested these.” His nervousness is endearing and you can’t not smile at the gesture.

“They’re lovely, thank you Peter.”

"I guess we have a lot to talk about huh? Do you, uh, wanna grab a coffee? My treat?"

"Coffee sounds great. I'll buy though, I owe you for saving my life after all." It surprises you that the walk to the coffee shop is filled with conversation, like you’ve known Peter for years. It’s almost uncanny the way you seem to finish each other's sentences and are on a similar wavelength. It’s even stranger that you realise that you’ve shared a number of classes in the past few years, and how the two of you have never run into each other before feels like a mean twist of fate, to have him so close and yet so far away.

The two of you spend six hours sitting in the coffee shop talking about anything and everything. The time passes without either of you properly realising and it’s with an almost embarrassing lack of awareness that one of the baristas has to ask you to leave because they’ve reached closing time and you’re both still there. You spend the walk back to campus laughing about it, poking fun at each other for it. It’s even stranger when you work out that your dorm buildings are practically next to each other. You both decide to head up to his dorm since Peter doesn’t have a roommate so you can talk about everything that can’t be discussed in a public setting, or at least somewhere with prying ears. You’re vaguely glad you’re not going back to your dorm, you’d left it in something of a state before leaving this morning and hadn’t felt mentally up to tidying after almost dying and meeting your soulmate in the same event.

Peter’s dorm is small but cosy, decorated with pictures of him with his friends and an older woman whom you’re assuming is a relative. You can’t help but smile at how happy he looks, and a part of you is so excited to meet all these people that he holds most dear to him. You try not to make it too obvious how you’re trying to absorb everything about Peter but when you look at him and see the fond smile on his face you know you’ve been caught. He invites you to sit on his bed whilst he pulls the chair out from under his desk and turns it so he can face you. It’s the first time you’ve had a moment of pure silence between you since you met after class and it seems like neither of you are sure who should go first. You decide it should be you to speak first.

“So, are we going to speak about this afternoon?”

“Yeah, I guess we should. Are you sure you’re okay?” You break the eye contact you were holding, eyes shifting down to the floor as you think about how today could have ended. You could’ve died today. You’re lucky that Peter had been there to save you, the whole thing still doesn’t feel real.

“I think so? I mean I don’t think it’s hit me yet? Not properly anyway.” Peter nods at your admission, a look of understanding on his face.

“That’s understandable.”

“Thank you for saving me. I completely froze when I saw that concrete coming at me and I just…I dunno, thank you.” You’ve noticed that Peter gets bashful whenever you compliment him and you make a mental note to keep doing so, he’s clearly not used to receiving praise for what he does, probably because of his need to stay anonymous.

“I was just doing my job.” His humility is clearly a knee-jerk reaction to any and all attempts to credit him for just how much he’s doing to keep the people of this city alive and safe, and you make it a personal mission to spend every day of the rest of your lives together making sure he knows he’s amazing.

“Your job is incredible. To do all of that on your own whilst being a full time student? I don’t know how you do it.” You gesture for him to join you on his bed and, when he does, you take one of his hands into your own. He seems to melt into your touch and it’s in that moment you know that this is exactly where you’re meant to be and exactly who you’re meant to be with.

[itsss4t4n]

Who I write for /Rules

Masterlist

I'm new-ish to writing (i used to write fanfiction when i was like 13. i'm 19 now and write very rarely) but I really wanna do it again.

So this is a list of characters/fandoms I write for as well as some rules for asks. Some things may be missing from this list so if you dont see something on this list, feel free to ask. :))

Do add as much detail as you want to a request and please ALWAYS have at least some sort of prompt, as i'm really not good with coming up with storys on my own yet.

I WILL NOT DO SMUT SO DONT REQUEST IT! I might however do spicy stuff (Nothing more than making out or somewhat implied stuff tho).

My writing will be mostly pg 13 but please still be careful if the fic-warnings include sensitive topics, and i might repost some 18+ things so be careful when navigating my blog.

Please be nice and have manners when requesting.

Also please include what gender/pronouns you want the reader to have (i write for all genders). If its not included I will default it as gender neutral. :)))

I also write poly relationships and AUs.

Some things I will not write include: Pregnancy, toxic/yandere, student x teacher, love triangles.

(Also english isnt my first language, and even though, in my opinion, i speak it really well, if they are any mistakes, thats why.)

Heartbreak high

Harper Mclean

Quinni Ghallager-Jones

Darren Rivers

Spencer "Spider" White

Anthony "Ant" Vaughn

Malakai Mitchel

Sally face

Sal Fisher

Travis Phelps (male or gn readers)

Larry Johnson

Ashley Campbell

Harry Potter

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Charly Weasley

Bill Weasley

Cedric Diggory

Olliver Wood

Draco Malfoy (+6th year only)

Theodore Nott (+6th year only)

Marauders

James Potter

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Regulus Black

Evan Rosier

Barty Crouch jr

Pandora Rosier

Lilly Evans

Marlene Mckinnon

Hogwarts Legacy

Sebastian Sallow

Ominus Gaunt

Gareth Weasley

Poppy Sweetings

Imelda Reyes

Die drei fragezeichen / the three investigators

Bob Andrews

Peter Shaw

Justus Jonas

Skinny Norris

Twilight

Jasper Hale

Emmet Cullen

Carlisle Cullen

Esme Cullen

Rosalie Hale

Alice Cullen

Sam Uley

Paul Lahote

Charlie Swan

Leah Clearwater

Jacob Black

Pjo

Let me know if you want book or show

Percy Jackson

Annabeth Chase

Luke Castellan

Clarrisse La Rue

Selena Beauregard

Charles Beckendorf

Ethan Nakamura

Nico di Angelo (no romantic fem readers)

Rachel Elizabeth Dare

Will Solace

Travis Stoll

Connor Stoll

Hazel Levesque (no romantic)

Jason Grace

Leo Valdez

Piper Mclean

Magnus chase

Magnus Chase

Samirah al Abbas ( no romantic)

Alex Fierro

Blitzen

Hearthstone

Mallory Keen

TJ (Thomas Jefferson jr)

MCU (Avengers)

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Sam Wilson

Natasha Romanoff

Yelena Belova

Peter Parker (tom holland and andrew garfield)

MJ

Wanda Maximof

Piedro Maximof

Clint Barton

Scott Lang

Stephen Strange

Kate Bishop

MCU ( Guardians of the galaxy)

Peter Quill

Daredevil (Season 1)

Matt Murdock

Karen Page

James Wesley

X-men universe

Deadpool

Wolverine

Francis

Xavier

Mystic

Angel

Kurt

Venom

Eddie Brock

DC

Harley Quinn

Jason Todd

Dick Grayson (any version, young justice, robin, nightwing,etc.)

Wally West (youngJustice)

Artemis (young justice)

Roy Harper (young justice)

Disney Descendants

Mal

Evie

Carlos devil

Jay

Benjamin Beast

Chad Charming

Audrey Rose

Jane

Lonnie Fa

Uma

Harry Hook

Gil

Rise of red

James Hook

Hades

Bridget

Ella

Cloe

Red

Morgie

Kingsmen

Eggsy

Tiny Pretty things (Netflix)

Bette Whitlaw

Oren Lennox

Shane Madej (no romantic fem readers)

June Park

Jennifers Body

Jennifer Check

Colin Gray

Ever after high

all characters

Redacted Audios

(no x reader, just ships)

literally all characters

[kavtsuki]

everything i post will have adequate warnings and tags applied, but for the safety of everyone here i ask that you please make sure to read this post carefully before sending in a request. requests are currently : 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 !!

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 : 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

i write fluff, angst, smut, headcanons ❪ max five characters ❫, drabbles, alternate universes, and short stories ❪ 5k+ words ❫.

i post some taboo content that anyone under the age of eighteen is not allowed to like, reblog, or interact with. those types of posts will have a "minors do not interact" on it.

i also write stuff that may include age gaps, poly/threesome+, dubcon, incest, toy play, light bdsm, breath play, praise and light degradation, supernatural ❪ i.e. omegaverse, werewolf, vampire, etc. may include knotting in certain cases ❫, choking, stepcest, mommy/daddy kink ❪ to an extent ❫, and dacryphilia.

i will not write about cheating ❪ on the reader's behalf ❫, manipulation, abuse, etc. however, i will write about the reader being cheated on ❪ although not explicitly; mostly just mentioned in passing ❫.

i write strictly male!character x fem! or gn!reader !! i do not write character x character pairings.

i highly suggest reading the warnings on every story that i create in case anything included is possibly triggering for you as a reader. do not proceed to read any story of mine before you have safely comprehended what you are about to read.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄

HARRY POTTER UNIVERSE . . . harry james potter, ronald weasley, neville longbottom, draco malfoy, blaise zabini, theodore nott, dean thomas, fred weasley, george weasley, bill weasley, cedric diggory, oliver wood, james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, sebastian sallow and ominis gaunt.

THE BAD BATCH . . . all of the bad batch members ❪ excluding omega ❫.

DC UNIVERSE . . . bruce wayne ❪ gotham version, battinson version, and comics version ❫, jason todd ❪ red hood, titans, and arkham knight version ❫, dick grayson ❪ nightwing, young justice, and titans version ❫, tim drake ❪ young justice and comics version ❫, damian wayne ❪ comics version ❫, wally west ❪ young justice version ❫, garfield logan ❪ titans version ❫, conner kent ❪ titans and young justice version ❫, and jaime reyes ❪ young justice version ❫.

GOD OF WAR . . . kratos, heimdall, brok, sindri, thor, freyr, mimir ❪ before  beheading ❫ and baldur.

ASSASSIN'S CREED: VALHALLA . . . male!eivor varinsdottir, sigurd styrbjornson, vili hemmingson, hrolfr/rollo, ubba ragnarsson, hytham, basim ibn ishaq, otta sluggason, aelfred the great, and leofrith.

MARVEL UNIVERSE . . . bucky barnes ❪ the winter soldier ❫, stephen strange ❪ doctor strange ❫, peter parker ❪ andrew garfield and tom holland’s versions ❫, and pietro maximoff ❪ quicksilver ❫.

HAIKYUU . . . all of karasuno, all of nekoma, all of aoba johsai, all of date tech, all of shiratorizawa, and all of inarizaki. other characters include takeru nakashima from wakutani south, yuudai hyakuzawa from kakugawa high, suguru daishou, kouji hiroo and isumi sakishima from nohebi academy, and sakusa kiyoomi and motoya komori from itachiyama institute.

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA . . . all of class 1-A and all of the league of villains. other characters include mirio togata and tamaki amajiki from the big three, tetsutetsu tetsutetsu, sen kaibara, and neito monoma from class 1-B, hitoshi shinsou from the department of general education, yo shindo from ketsubutsu academy, inasa yoarashi from shiketsu high, and pro heroes shouta aizawa ❪ eraserhead ❫, keigo takami ❪ hawks ❫, taishiro toyomitsu ❪ fatgum ❫, toshinori yagi ❪ all might ❫, enji todoroki ❪ endeavor ❫, tensei iida ❪ original ingenium ❫, and mirai sasaki ❪ sir nighteye ❫.

JUJUTSU KAISEN . . . inumaki toge, gojou satoru, chousou, ryoumen sukuna, kento nanami, junpei yoshino, aoi todo, itadori yuuji, and megumi fushiguro.

BUNGOU STRAY DOGS . . . all of the armed detective agency and all of the port mafia. other characters include edgar allan poe and mark twain from the guild, and fyodor dostoevsky from the decay of angels.

DEMON SLAYER . . . tanjiro kamado, zenitsu agatsuma, inosuke hashibira, and giyuu tomioka. other characters include kyoujurou rengoku from the hashira group, genya shinazugawa also from the demon slayer corp, and yushiro the demon.

KUROKO NO BASKET. . . all of seirin high school. all of the generation of miracles, yukio kasamatsu from kaijou high school, takao kazunari from shuutoku high school, tatsuya himuro from yousen high school, and reo mibuchi and kotarou hayama from rakuzan high school.

ATTACK ON TITAN . . . all of the scout regiment. other characters include marco bodt, moblit berner, and reiner braun and bertholdt hoover from the marleyan warriors.

TOKYO REVENGERS . . . manjiro sano ( mikey ), takashi mitsuya, shinichiro sano, naoto tachibana, ken ryuguji ❪ draken ❫, atsushi sendo, chifuyu matsuno, baji kaisuke, kazutora hanemiya, ran haitani, rindou haitani, nahoya kawata ❪ smiley ❫, hajime kokonoi, wakasa imaushi, and souya kawata ❪ angry ❫.

OBEY ME . . . lucifer, mammon, leviathan, beelzebub, belphegor, simeon and diavolo.

VOLTRON: LEGENDARY DEFENDERS . . . keith kogane, lance mcclain, and lotor.

MYSTIC MESSENGER . . . hyun ryu ❪ zen ❫, yoosung kim, jumin han, saeyoung choi ❪ seven/707 ❫, jihyun kim ❪ v ❫, and saeran choi ❪ ray/unknown ❫.

OTHERS . . . leon kennedy + chris redfield + carlos oliveira + ethan winters ❪ resident evil ❫,  joel miller + tommy miller ❪ the last of us - video game version only ❫, steve harrington + eddie munson ❪ stranger things ❫, rick grimes + daryl dixon ❪ the walking dead ❫.

[deathofacupid]

SHAY'S 100 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION!

you're invited! to celebrate 100 followers (small milestone, but it's still something), i'll write fics and blurbs that have hot men in them for you! scroll down to find this party's agenda...

this will take place from febuary 21st, 2024 to march 31, 2024!

THESE ARE ALL X READERS!

the guestlist! pick a character down below!

-tom holland + co (nathan drake, peter parker, arvin russel)

-zendaya + co (michelle jones)

-miscellaneous characters: bucky barnes, loki, steve rogers, stucky, tony stark, miles morales, doctor strange, peter quill, eddie brock

the menu! pick a something to go along with your character! make sure to pick a genre when you send in an ask (fluff, angst, flangst, could be a lil spicy but no nsfw!)

-character from a guestlist and a dialougue prompt from this list or this list... make sure to specify who's doing it!

-character from guestlist and an action prompt from this list or this list... make sure to specify who's doing it!

-character from the guestlist paired with an au... action/dialougue prompt is optional (venom!reader, blackcat!reader, cop!peter, actress/singer!reader, etc).

rules and regulations! just a few things to mention...

-no nsfw/smut!

-specify a genre (fluff, angst, flangst) please!

-when you send in a request, even more so for the au, please give a little summary!

-i mostly write for marvel characters, (aside from arvin russell and nathan drake) so if you send in one of those, you'll be more likely to get a better, longer fic. this includes michelle jones, peter parker, zendaya, tom holland, arvin russell, and bucky barnes, but you don't have to.

note from the author!

little late on the 100 follower... we're closer to 150 now! thank you to all the people that have liked, followed, and reblogged! also, i only write for fem!reader and gn!reader. when requesting, please pick one. keep in mind, my default is fem!reader. i try to stay inclusive for everyone, but if you want short!reader, tall!reader, or anything of the sort, please tell me!

ask to be added to the taglist, and check out my full masterlist here...

works from this event!

taglist @whatsupstark @ell0ra-br3kk3r @idli-dosa @susvale @kdbsr-h @littlemsbumblebee