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smittenroses · 4 years ago

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EYO🔊CAN🔊I🔊GET🔊HCS HOW🔊LEO🔊ANDREW BANE🔊WOULD🔊COURT🔊SOMEBODY🔊 this blog so hot 10/10 -arson anon

More Courting Headcanons - Leo, Bane, and Andrew

Leo Beck || Hell Ember

Leo is a traditional man above all else and isn't very shy when it comes to the concept of courting or dating due to the fact he has already done this before though we all know how that ended

so courting would be very old style when he starts, and is very flirtatious in a gentlemanly way. Flowers, leading you wherever you need to go, making you little things

due to his heartbreak before, he tends to be very heightened when he thinks that you might be bored, upset or angry at him, since the last thing he wants is for you to leave him.

ultimate simp, he will do everything and anything for you, even spoon-feeding you desserts [with your permission], back massages, hanging Freddy from the ceiling because he kept annoying you. He will do anything for you if it meant keeping you happy.

please, please have a good relationship with Emma, since Leo knows that Emma is Lisa (since she looks a lot like her mother), if anyone makes her cry or hurts her, it's on sight.

on that note, if you want to sit down and help him make things, he will adore it.

help, I'm running out of ideas for Leo

Bane || Gamekeeper

Bane is a shy boi (tm) so he isn't very good with being upfront about his feelings, especially since he had spent a good chunk of his life mostly in the forest area without other human contact outside of the poachers.

however with you, he's rather sweet; gentle touches, longing hand holding, even makes you things to help out in the garden when he notices that you might be having trouble with certain tasks.

now asking you out is something that would be troubling for him since 1. he's mute [by choice, see here for more details], 2. he has never tried dating before, even in his youth when he was still around other people.

this means at first he gets everything wrong about the traditional ways of courting, like he can't lead you with his arm interlinked with yours since he has huge biceps , and he's not the best at making romantic poetry or music since he never tried either. But you adored all of that, it was his own little way of trying to win you over.

eventually, he figured out that just being with you is what made you happy, and thus he began to spend as much time with you as possible; gardening, reading, hell, even practising for games when the two of you had the chance.

please hold him, please.

Andrew Kreiss || Gravekeeper

Andrew isn't soft like how most fan material has perceived him - sure, he can be skitty, he can be aversive to people, but the last thing that should be expected of him is to be soft. If anything he's more stern and cold than most survivors, even after warming up to them.

This projects into his daily activities, and the way he interacts with you. Sure, while he might not like people due to his trauma, it didn't mean that he couldn't get along with other people. You just happened to be someone he favoured above else since you never treated him weirdly due to his albinoism, you never tried to baby him. You were just a friend.. at first.

eventually, he started to give you things he began to salvage from matches when they appeared that you liked; jewellery, pens and pencils, even clothing he notices and has enough time to sneak into his satchel before having to go for a rescue, decode, or have to kite a hunter.

And while he wasn't a good cook, he began to grow a habit of sneaking extra food out of the kitchen for the two of you to share in some other room, usually, with the curtains drawn so then Andrew didn't have to strain his eyes against the light.

he also began to read books to you when the two of you were alone in the library to the best of his abilities. He didn't get to have an education like the others, given that he was thought to have been the devil outside of the manor. Sure, everyone tried to help each other learn and strengthen abilities both academically and physically, but sometimes people did tend to struggle.

He also loves to give pressed flowers, and call you his angel he's a religious man, even if the church did fuck him over, he doesn't think it's God's fault

however... you begin to wonder if you're more a replacement to his mother than a lover when he did eventually fully ask you out. It was obvious her death did hit him hard, but eventually, this began to fade away especially after you talked to him about it; he just really misses her.

he really just craves affection that he missed out on.

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falcqns · 3 years ago

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i’ve almost hit 2000 followers on here and i can’t believe it! so as a thank you, i’ve decided to hold a celebration/sleepover!

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castielli · 2 years ago

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How to request:

Send your request featuring the character you want, the plot (+ANGST, FLUFF…) and anything I need to know about the reader. I write MALE READER only

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FANTASTIC BEASTS AND WHERE TO FIND THEM

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Peter Parker (Tom/Andrew/Tobey)

Peter Quill

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Number Five

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claraswritings · 3 years ago

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I Was Meant To Know You -

NOTE: This fic contains SPOILERS. If you have not seen No Way Home and don’t want SPOILERS, this is your FINAL SPOILER WARNING.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader (Andrew Garfield Peter/Peter 3/TASM Peter)

Warnings: SPOILERS, language, some angst, ambiguous ending. Also this was written in like half an hour and hasn’t been properly proof read.

Tags: @snixx2088 @awesomemikaus @sheridans-dynamos

****

When you’d heard a frantic knocking on your door late into the evening, you had expected it to be Mr Michaels from the floor above, complaining about some imaginary noise. You had not expected what met you when you opened it.

“Can we come in? Please. We have nowhere else to go, Jamesons got people outside my school, you’re the only person I can trust,”

On your doorstep stood Peter Parker and his two friends. He looked absolutely exhausted.

“Plus we need all the help we can get, can we use your lab?” He asked hopeful despite the bruises and cuts. “We need cures for these…guys”

Your eyes flicked to his friends and back and you felt a wave of sympathy. He’d been through hell these past few weeks, with the false accusations and having his identity exposed and god knows what else. The whole thing was beyond ridiculous.

When you’d had some officer show up and ask you questions, grilling you as if you were an accomplice in “Spider-Man’s murder of the hero Mysterio” you’d had to do all you could not to slam the door in his face at the absurdity of the statement. Peter Parker was not a murderer and Mysterio was no hero.

And now here he stood, bruised, bloody and asking you for help and you, of course, wouldn’t say no.

“Fine, you can work here and I’ll help as much as I can but…clean up… please” you raised your eyebrows. “Not like last time you tried cooking something up here, I was cleaning whatever that was off my ceiling for weeks,” you rolled your eyes, only semi serious.

“Thank you so much, Ms. [Name], I owe you one, we won’t be long” Peter gave you a half smile “… if you could fix one cure or something it would really help… “

“There’s the Sandman, the electric guy, the…” MJ paused waving a hand vaguely “lizard person, tentacles and…the green elf?”

“Technically Dr Octopus is already cured,” Ned chimed in from behind Peter.

“I’m sorry, Doctor What… you know what,” you stopped yourself. “I’m… I’m used to it, I’m used to it,” you told yourself, moving out of the door and letting the trio in.”Sure, I’ll try help with a cure”

“Oh,” Peter turned. “There’s one more thing…”

***

You’d began busying yourself with the sand debris that they’d been able to collect, left behind by Marko.

One of the other Peters had told you he’d fought him before and given you a run down on exactly how he’d become the Sandman, you’d caught on pretty quick and began trialling ways of reversing the process on small drops, a few grains at a time under a microscope.

As you worked you couldn’t quite shake the absolute absurdity of the situation you were in. Carefully placing down your pipette, you turned.

“Parker.”

The three men looked up.

“That one,” you pointed at your universes Peter.

You took a long drink from your mug which was still emitting steam. The warm liquid burned a little bit if you were honest, you didn’t really care.

“I’m used to super…people, on all sides of the moral scale, space I can deal with, hell I’m in regular touch with a guy who lives in space but different universes? Like the multiverse? Like for real this time?” Your voice was hushed. “This isn’t some weird practical joke?”

You were aware of how silly your question sounded. With three Peter Parker’s in the same room but Peter, of this universe knew exactly what you were saying without saying it. It was understandable you’d want some reassurance.

You’d been with Fury and Hill in Mexico when Beck had shown up, he’d played you as well as he had anyone. He’d played the mentor and friend card to Peter but to you… Beck knew he needed compassion and trust from inside SHIELD and nothing clouded judgement like the possibility of a new romance. He knew he wouldn’t be able to charm Hill. She was never out of Fury’s sights as his right hand woman but you… he’d lain it on thick.

When you’d first met he’d held back as you worked on your project, and coyly told you how you reminded him of his dead wife from his universe, how he’d never thought he’d see anyone like her again… and could he possibly take you for a coffee and of course, you’d been swept up in the moment of a handsome hero flirting with you, only to have the rug pulled from under you when he’d brought half of Tower Bridge down and his illusions had come with it.

“Yeah. It’s real this time.” Your universes Peter met your eyes “I swear,”

You looked to the other Peters, slightly apprehensively.

“I’ve already asked them to prove it,” MJ said casually “They’re real”. You liked her. If she wanted it, once she was done with college, you’d be putting in a word with Fury.

“Fuck” you exhaled and leant back against your desk.

“Hang on… did you say you know a guy who lives in space?” A voice from one of the other benches cut through your thoughts.

Your gaze flicked over to one of the other Peters. He was tall, lean with thick, dark hair. Older than your universes Peter but younger than the other man, who was now jotting down formulas carefully. He was, as you noticed now you were making eye contact with him, pretty cute.

Was that weird? Your universes Peter was like a much younger brother. Was it weird to find one of the other Peters cute? He was closer to your age and it’s not wrong to objectively acknowledge he was good looking.

“Yeah…I know a few. Thor. then Carol, they’re kind of like you guys… but with… “ your hand brushed through your hair “look it doesn’t matter she’s in space and…then there’s Quill and the rest of the Guardians…sometimes they’ll drop off any scrap tech they find to see if we have a use for it” you trailed off when you realised he was still staring at you. “Sorry I must sound really lame or really weird”

“You can actually contact… you can contact people in space, that is…crazy” He moved around, momentarily distracted from working on the reverse serum for Dr Connors “And you use space tech?” He stopped stood at the opposite side of the desk from you, grinning.

He turned to the oldest of the Peters “Do you…do you have that? Cause I don’t have that. That’s amazing, that’s so cool”

The Peter he was speaking to shrugged “I fought an alien symbiote once…” he paused, deciding not to get into it . “But actual contact with space. No…nope don’t have that,” he smiled before turning back.

***

You listened intently, the reverse formula for the Sandman brewing in a test tube and were now listening to the other Peter talk about the cure for the Lizard. It was simmering, a violent blue colour emitting from it.

Having finished first and with the others deep in formulas and plans you’d settled over the desk with a warm drink each, you’d asked him about it.

“Are we skirting over the fact that you helped invent a serum that can regrow limbs” you paused “That’s… amazing! And you were in high school when you did that?”

He nodded, a little surprised at your enthusiasm “Yeah…I mean… the side effect of turning into a giant lizard and trying to convert New York” Peter broke your eye contact and picked at a thread on his lab coat, muttering the last sentence with a half smile. “Kinda takes the shine off it”

“Eh I guess it’s a bit too major to stick in the small print” you joked and he laughed, for what he felt was the first time in a while.

“Still…that shit could change the world…I mean I know you guys save the world weekly but to me” you mimed having your mind blown. “That’s incredible”

Suddenly realising your perhaps over the top enthusiasm, you took a breath as your hands drummed against the side of your mug. “It’s insane… sorry, I find this kinda stuff so cool,”

“No don’t apologise, I do too” Peter shot you a smile and you felt yourself blush a little.

“I work with science and tech so…” you hand waved away the long explanation.

“That’s putting it lightly, man. She’s brilliant at this stuff. She worked with Dr Banner…on this drug that slows your heart rate to 1 beat a minute… Didn’t she also help with that cloaking thing on the jet… the one the Vulture tried to…”

“Ned” MJ interrupted him with a sharp elbow.

“You wanna get some air?” You offered “These guys are still sorting their cures and I could do with some”

***

You sat together on the rooftop, staring out at the expanse of New York before you. You sitting on the actual roof whilst Peter, leant on the edge of the building, a clear sign of any that he was used to the heights and unconcerned with the safety hazard in the way a non-super powered person would be.

“Yknow it’s crazy” he spoke “it looks the same… more or less… except that’s different,” Peter pointed over at what once was Stark Tower. “That’s the Oscorp building where I am”

“Oscorp?” You looked over your shoulder at it then back at him as he looked from the building to you.

“You don’t… have that?”

“Nope,”

“At least you still have the Empire State, that’s my go to place, You ever been?” Peter asked.

“Yeah, but not in the way you have, I bet the views even better from your perspective” you let out a laugh and paused. This felt like a normal conversation.

“It’s something else…I’d offer to show you…but I think we’ll be needed soon” Peter was leaning over the edge, even further to the city streets below, hands drumming casually on the rail.

You laughed “Yeah, skipping out when there’s a bunch of supervillains loose wouldn’t go down too well”

“Another time,” he smiled. You didn’t know if you’d get another time but the idea alone was nice. It was like conversing with an old friend.

The two of you fell into a back and forth for some time. It felt easy with him, it wasn’t as weird as it should have been considering the different universes. To you, to this Peter, it felt natural.

“Is there a me in your universe?” You asked after some time.

Peter shook his head “If there is, we’ve never met, unfortunately” He scratched his neck.

“Unfortunately?” You questioned with a slight smile. You’d wondered what an alternative you was doing, who she knew, what she was like but now you were wondering what he meant with that last word.

“Yeah, uhh, I think we’d get on, yknow, you’re pretty cool and…”

Before you could reply, the slamming open of the door to the roof rattled open causing you to almost drop your mug.

“Guys, it’s done.” Ned leant against the heavy metal door, propping it open. “Peter..my…our…this Peter…” he paused “Is leading them to the Statue of Liberty, you should go”

Peter beside you cast a look over at you then to Ned “Where will you guys be? Will you be somewhere safe”

Ned nodded “I can…it’s how I got you to my Grandmas house…” he waved a hand in the air “I’ll open that when we’re needed. Until then…we wait for them to be done…”

“You sure you can do that again,” you asked him.

“Yeah I mean, how hard can it be?”

“Okay” you exhaled “Good luck,” you turned to Peter “Stay safe and look out for each other”

“You know…” you said to Ned as you watched the alternative Peter swing off “I thought the Blip was going to be the weirdest thing that happened this year, then Mysterio showed up and now this? I think it’s time I stopped keeping track”

***

The battle was won, the villains had been neutralised and all that needed to be done was resetting the timeline.

“Hey Ms [[Name]],” your universes Peter landed next to you “Dr Stra- Stephen…he’s fixing everything but it means…no one’s going to remember me…” he exhaled. The reality of what was about to hit him was sinking in.

“What?!” You choked out “Peter, no, that’s insane there has to be something-“ Magic wasn’t your field, far from it, you were a woman of technology, of science but surely there was another way. It seemed so unfair, he’d just gotten together with the girl he liked, he was supposed to be going to college, he was too young for this.

Peter1 shook his head “This is it, it has to be or…” he paused as you both looked skyward at the violent purple cracks “Thank you… for everything,”

You pulled him into a tight hug “I’ll miss you, Peter, it’s been good knowing you,”

Over his shoulder you could see Ned and MJ and knew he’d want time with them.

“Go see them,” you flicked your head at them. “And promise me you’ll look after yourself,”

He gave you a nod before zipping over to where his friends stood. You ran down to where Peter3 stood, helping prop up Peter2 who’d taken the worst injuries, having being stabbed from behind.

“Are you okay,” Peter3 used his free hand to tilt your face upward, checking you for any cuts or bruises.

“Never mind me… are you both okay,” you looked at him then to the other Peter “I mean probably a stupid question… do you need like a doctor or something? Strange can help.”

Peter2 grimaced “I’ll be okay, I’ve had worse”

“You’ve had worse than that?” You rose your eyebrows.

“Well…it’s not the first time I’ve been stabbed. Kinda a work hazard,”

“Fair point.” You smiled slightly at him and were relieved when he was able to smile back in spite of the pain he must have been in. “Get it checked when you’re home though…please”

Peter2 nodded “Of course”

“You sure you’re okay” Peter3’s eyes scanned over you.

“Yeah” you smiled and he returned it. “I’m just glad everyone is…fixed”

“Yknow this is a weird thing to say but… considering the sitiuation, it’s been nice. I’ve not felt this… normal in… well since… for a long time”

“Me too,” you lingered on the words “I suppose this is goodbye?” You looked down at your clothes, covered in dust, debris and back at him. “You’ll be going back soon,”

You didn’t really want the answer, you already knew it. It felt somewhat cruel.

A few months ago, Mysterio shows up claiming to be from another world and you were charmed by him only for him to turn out to be a fraud, no other universe, no powers, just a man with a vendetta and excellent tech.

Now you’d met someone actually from another universe. The proof already there and you knew he was a good guy. He was another Peter Parker, of course he was a good guy.

“Yeah…” he looked down and then back to you and once again he felt a jolt in his heart.

The words back at the lab ran through his mind. Peter2 had asked him if he’d had someone, and he’d brushed it off, saying he had no time. Even when Peter3 had offered the suggestion that maybe it just wasn’t meant for guys like them, his counterpart had reassured him, not to give up.

Truth being told, he’d not felt any connection with anyone since Gwen’s death, he’d never even considered it, not until you… and there’d likely never be a chance to find out what that connection was.

“I mean… maybe I can convince Strange to let you visit sometime”

You knew it wasn’t possible. You both knew soon you’d and Strange would forget your universes Peter… which meant you’d forget any of this ever happened… which meant you’d forget he was ever here.

“I don’t want to forget this happened, I don’t want to forget…” you felt tears brim. The panic was setting in now and you could feel your heart beat in your ears.

“I don’t want that either,” Peter3 muttered. The thought of him returning to his life with you having no recollection of anything that happened was something that caused a knot in the deepest pit of his stomach. He brushed your hair off your shoulder.

He gave Peter2 a quick glance, a wordless acknowledgment passed between them, a method of communicating you sensed was only between them, before he lead you a few steps away.

“Look… I lost someone… A while ago” It had been 2014 when he’d lost her, nearly ten years ago…but to Peter3, it could have been yesterday for as much as he could still remember it.

“Someone really really important to me. Ever since then I’ve never thought I’d meet someone I had a connection with again…” he spoke quickly, both for fear he’d be pulled back before he could finish and also not wanting to linger too long on painful memories “until you…am I crazy or…”

You shook your head “I feel like I was meant to know you” The lump in your throat was almost stopping your words from coming out.

“Come with me,” he offered so quickly, he’d barely had a chance to realise he’d said it. “There’s no you in my universe…it wouldn’t be the same anyway, I know we’ve barely met but I feel like I was meant to find you,”

“How can I?” You bit your lip. It sounded crazy, maybe it WAS crazy. Hell when you’d been thinking about a fresh start the other week, you’d been thinking about maybe dyeing your hair or something… not crossing worlds but now you were faced with it… why not.

***

Stephen stared at you, the reality of what you were asking sinking in.

“You want to cross universes? Are you sure about this. There’s no guarantee it’ll even work,” his gaze flickered back to the purple cracks opening over the skyline as he attempted to close the voids.

“I need a fresh start. It seems like this is a sign if any to take it. Please,” you asked. “When you send back everyone, send me with him,”

He sighed “I’ll try [Name], but I can’t promise anything, go wait with him,”

“Thank you, Stephen. For everything,” you nodded and made your way back over to Peter3.

“Does anyone else have any changes to the spell before I start?” He paused, hands in the air, ready to begin. “It needs to be now,”

“No I promise, I promise this is everything,”. A quick call was shot over your shoulder as you reached Peter3, he looked optimistically hopeful.

“What happened? Are you coming? Can he do it?”

“Yeah, he thinks so,” you reached for his hand, “I’m coming with you,”

“I’ll see you on the other side,” he smiled at you before you saw the bright light engulf him and then you, taking you beyond.

****

#spoilers for nwh #nwh spoilers #peter parker x reader #peter 3 #peter 3 x reader #andrew garfield peter parker #ag!peterparker x reader #tasm peter parker #peter parker imagine #webb peter Parker #andrew garfield #mcu spoilers #spiderman spoilers #spider man x reader

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damnedparker · 3 years ago

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snow days (part one)

pairing: tasm (andrew garfield) peter parker x reader (gender neutral; no y/n) warnings: mutual pining, best friends to lovers, kind of a slow burn i suppose? lolol summary: a snowstorm has hit New York hard, and with nowhere to go and nothing to do, Peter and you hole up in the dorm together, which seems to push some feelings over the edge.

hellooo this is going to be my attempt at writing a multi-chapter fic!! it won't be too long, right now i'm thinking just three parts. i hope this is interesting or good enough, i've been working on it for weeks and i just feel a bit nervous about it!!! but anyways i hope you like this first part!!

Cold air seeped through the window and into your back, slightly exposed from your shirt riding up in your sleep and your comforter becoming tangled with your legs. You shivered as you climbed out of the drowsy hold of sleep, wincing when you recognized the loud knocks at your door, the sing-songy voice calling your name from behind it. You groaned. If it were anyone else, any other knock or voice beyond the door, you would've simply gone back to sleep. Nobody that woke you up on a day off of classes this early deserved your attention.

Except Peter Parker.

Peter, your best friend, and the one person you liked enough to be at his beck and call no matter what. Yes, because he was your best friend, the person you trusted most, but also, that tiny little nagging part of you that was addicted to seeing his smile, his warm gooey-chocolate eyes that seemed to soften when he set them on you. It made your ears, cheeks, soul burn just at the very image in your mind.

You practically threw yourself out of bed, taking half the comforter with you, just as he started to sing your name obnoxiously to that tune of that old Name Game song. He was getting to the fee-fi-fos when you pulled open your door, albeit more dramatically than you needed to. You'd do anything for Peter, sure, but it didn't eliminate complaining while doing so.

“Classes got cancelled!” He cheered as soon as your face appeared in front of him. You squinted in annoyance at the bright fluorescent overhead lights in the hallway, your eyes not adequately prepared to adjust from the stark black of your room, purposefully so due to your blackout curtains. They had been a gift from the very boy standing in front of you, a sleepy grin that stretched across his face and scrunched his eyes together in an expression that almost matched yours.

The curtains had appeared in your room one day after you’d been complaining about not being able to sleep in on the weekends due to the sun blazing through the seemingly useless blinds. They’d been messily wrapped, covered with that day’s newspaper, which just so happened to be plastered with a front-page story about Spider-Man. There was no note, no tag saying who it was from, but just from that detail, you knew. Little shit. You'd perfectly heard Peter’s amused little snicker in your head.

“You could have just, I don’t know, called me. Sent a text.” You raised your eyebrows pointedly. Peter tilted his head sheepishly with a shrug. He admired your current form far more than he probably should have, so much so that you definitely noticed his eyes raking over you. Your hair was a mess, pajama shorts rumpled, and the collar of an oversized t-shirt, one he had bought you at a concert you'd been to a few years ago, exposing your collarbone. You crossed your arms and made your way back to your bed, inviting him in.

“Point taken,” he shoved his hands in the pockets of his joggers as he shut the door behind him. You turned on your lamp so the two of you weren't talking in darkness, but your vision could still stay intact. Peter plopped on the bed next to you as he offered you his next proposal. “But I thought we could hang out today, watch some movies or something since we have the day off. And we can’t exactly go anywhere.”

“Spider-Man afraid of a little snow?” You cocked an eyebrow teasingly, and Peter gave you an annoyed look.

“The sidewalks and roads have already iced over, whatever criminal is out there today will probably slip and take themselves out,” he shrugged. “And spandex isn’t very warm.” He paused a moment, as if debating if he should say his next words. “Besides, I feel like we haven’t spent much time together lately… I-I miss you.” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. Even in the dim light, you swore his cheeks tinted pink. Peter could sense your heart-rate increase. A smile tugged at his lips. You didn't know how to reciprocate that, yes, you had missed him too. It'd been only a week or so of your free-time not aligning as usual, so you'd only seen him in passing; in the silly selfies and messages he'd send you. Normal things for friends to go through, but it felt like a punch to the gut for you. Peter felt much the same, although you weren't clued into just how much. The two of you were practically glued at the hip, and there was no solvent that could separate you without the world falling apart as you knew it. But, lately, it'd felt like you had been pulled forcibly apart. Given the two of you were meant to graduate soon, and wouldn’t have the excuse of living in the same building, it settled a rock of dread in your stomach. One that seemed to sink deeper and deeper into you every graduation e-mail you got, every time you looked at the calendar.

“I just think you’re lazy,” you changed the subject, pinching his side. He made an indignant noise, then retaliated by tackling you on the bed. You were thankful you could cover up the presence of the heat in your cheeks by your uncontrollable laughter as Peter tickled you to death. He only stopped when you nearly rolled off the mattress. Your head hung slightly off the edge as you peeked up at him over you, cheeks flushed and hair even more of a mess. You fought the butterflies swarming through your stomach desperately as you tried not to think about the implications of your best friend on top of you. “You’re so... insufferable.”

“I wouldn’t call it insufferable, I’d call it revenge,” he jerked towards you again with his hands, making you squeeze your eyes shut reflexively. Peter chuckled at your reaction, finally relenting to let you sit up again. He didn't go far though; as you sat up properly next to him, his thigh pressed against yours. A fire spread through your leg, all the way up your spine, into your head and heart. One you tried to ignore. But it was hard with the way his doe eyes looked at you, the way he leaned over so casually to kiss the top of your head while mumbling something about going to grab breakfast.

Peter waited patiently for you to brush your hair and get somewhat ready for the day. You were so focused on picking out something to wear that he could stare openly, admiring the little quirks, habits you exhibited in doing a daily task. The way you hummed a song under your breath, leaning side to side like a sunflower in the wind along to whatever was playing in your head that day. Every little thing you did had his heart bursting, practically jumping out of his chest cavity and into your hands. He barely registered himself giving an opinion when you asked which shirt went better with your sweatpants. He fought the smile pulling at his lips once again when you ignored his advice and picked out a whole new shirt from the options you’d been fretting over. You could wear the most atrocious color combo in the world, and, to him, you’d still look cute as ever.

He tried his best not to float off the ground like an old cartoon in love when he followed you out the door.

When you reached the exit closest to the dining hall, you weren’t expecting it to be pure white outside. You knew the snow was supposed to get heavy, but it had snowed at least a couple of inches overnight already. It was that beautiful snow too; smooth white blankets that had yet to be ruined by footprints or melted into grey slush by the sun. Flurries drifted overhead as the two of you walked, and you made the mistake of looking over at your best friend. There wasn’t anything in the world prettier than Peter Parker with a pink nose and snow in his messy brown hair, dressed in joggers and an old high school hoodie with his trusty army green jacket on top. Even adorned with a Spider-Man button you’d given him as a gift when he first told you about his identity, what felt like centuries ago. It took all the restraint in the world not to pull him into you and kiss him stupid.

In fact, you were so distracted by your best friend that when your shoe made contact with a patch of ice and didn’t gain any traction, it slipped right from under you and nearly made you fall on your ass. If it weren’t for Peter catching you.

“You okay?” He giggled, giggled, and you swore the heat in your cheeks alone could have melted the patch of ice that had just been your downfall. The way he beamed down at you, snow falling around him, was something out of a movie and it took a moment longer than it should have to reply to him.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you mumbled, slowly standing back up; but not without almost falling again on the same patch of ice. You nearly pulled him down with you, but he regained his balance quick enough with you holding on for dear life. Another laugh escaped him, one that warmed your bones from the inside out.

“You sure you got it, bub?” Peter kept an arm around you, his other hand taken by yours for further stability as you steadied yourself. You wordlessly nodded, and began walking again. His hand stayed in yours, lacing your fingers together as you made your way to the dining hall. He swung your hands between the two of you with a laugh, and for a moment you wondered what it’d be like if this were real. And he weren’t doing it as a joke.

It was a joke, right?

You asked yourself that question again when he didn’t let go once you made it inside. And a similar one when you chose a booth and he slid in next to you instead of on the other side.

We’re just friends, right?

Peter was asking himself similar questions as he sat next to you in the booth and shoveled an ungodly amount of waffles in his mouth. The two of you were quiet as you ate, but a comfortable silence, and he was trying not to freak out over the fact that he had held your hand, and you had let him, albeit with him doing his best to frame it as a haha we’re holding hands, isn’t this silly kind of joke. If it was even considered a joke when he was using it as an excuse to be affectionate with you. Sure, he was pretty touchy normally, but this felt like a step into something new.

The flurries had picked up into full-on snow by the time you had finished breakfast, and the two of you stood in the foyer of the dining hall staring out into the cold white skeptically.

“We can make a run for it?” You suggested, watching as a lone person sprinted across the field from the quad towards your direction. Peter scoffed. His elbow bumped into you teasingly.

“You sure? It might be faster if I just carry you, one foot out the door you’ll be on the ground again.”

“You are so mean, Parker,” your cheeks burned indignantly at his comment, hands reaching to smack him on the shoulder. He caught you before you made contact, stupid spidey sense, instead bringing a hand to his mouth for a kiss. Everything seemed to stop in place for a few seconds, ones that felt like a stretch of years, and a lick of heat settled in your chest. You could’ve sworn splotches of pink were beginning to appear in Peter’s cheeks, but your gaze was torn away when he actually threw you over his shoulder and bolted out into the cold. You had no idea how spider DNA gave him the ability to run over slippery ground without casualty, but you weren’t going to question it. Not with your head hanging over ice-covered concrete.

Your feet only met the ground again when you were back at your door, and had to unlock it. Well, Peter offered to just pick the lock, and you had flailed in his arms to let you down.

The two of you fell into your regular hang-out routine pretty easily for the first few hours, finally taking the time to catch each other up on every little complaint about a professor and the weird places you’d found the notorious campus raccoons lately. Peter sprawled out on your bed, clutching a stuffed animal to his chest as he ranted about how his physics professor didn’t know how to use the online assignment modules. You were half listening, nodding and adding input where it felt right, but most of your attention was caught up in his long form on top of your blankets, the way he rolled his head to the side to smile at you. It was cozy, domestic almost. If you could call four walls of concrete plastered with movie posters and post-it notes a home.

In every dorm room you’d been in, Peter always looked like he belonged. Not in the room itself, persay, but among the rest of your belongings. Flipping through whatever book you were reading to comment on your notes in the margins, sitting at your desk with his homework spread out as you did yours on your bed, and, your favorite picture, the handful of times you’d come home late from a study session and found him asleep in your bed. Laid out across the top of your sheets, bruises littering his face, while he slept soundly in his boxers and a shirt borrowed from your dresser. He’d always tell you "your room was closer, was too tired to walk up the stairs," but you knew that wasn’t the case. Peter could get up time and time again; after getting thrown around violently by actual monsters, after getting stabbed, he’d never not gotten back to his feet. He could just swing up to his window, no stairs at all. You didn't fully understand, but were glad he felt safe enough with you, even alone in your room.

What you didn't realize was that he wanted to be in your room instead of his, hoping to find you to patch him up. Even for the smallest of injuries. Your hands gently working a band-aid over a scratch on his face, wrapping a bandage around his midsection. Your touch was just as good as any medicine in his eyes. That being said, the times where he’d crawl through your first-floor window to an empty room, that was still enough sometimes. Being surrounded by reminders of you, the scent of the latest candle you’d smuggled in, the scraps of paper with doodles that littered your desk, that was more than enough to heal him. Especially the gentle expression on your face when you gently woke him to make room for you in your own bed, crossed with worry and the way your eyebrows knitted together at the injuries he was always sporting. The softness of your voice as you asked him what happened. And once, a late, late night, the way your fingers had brushed over an angry purple bruise flowering into yellows just above his jaw. Any of that was enough to make him feel safe, to relax enough to get some sleep. To wake up and see you again, a teasing lilt in your voice as you made some joke about him waking up in your bed in his underwear yet again.

“Hey,” you nearly jumped when Peter’s voice came back into focus again. “What movies do you wanna marathon?”

“Uh… Star Wars?” You offered the first thing that came to your mind. Peter hummed, agreeing to your spontaneous choice with the reasoning that you’d likely be snowed in for the rest of the weekend, so it’d be plenty of time to watch every movie. Maybe even some of Clone Wars if you really felt like it.

Before you knew it, Peter and you were shuffling around the contents of your bed to make a pillow fort. Partially a practical idea as the freezing temperatures outside were steadily making your room colder and colder.

Since your bed wasn't lofted, the two of you draped blankets over the tops of the bed rail and tall ends of the frame, creating a makeshift roof. You gathered every pillow you had, beginning to create a nest, and Peter even went to grab his own collection of bed things to add to the fort. You both knew he would end up sleeping over as much as possible, anyways.

When you were done, the two of you admired your work from across the room. Peter slung his arm over your shoulders affectionately with a grin.

"Nice job, bubs," he squeezed you into a side hug, one you gratefully accepted. "What a beautiful home we’ve made.”

"How will we afford the mortgage?" Peter snorted a laugh and jumped into the blankets and pillows unceremoniously. He peeked up at you fondly from the small fabric hills obscuring part of his face. All you could do was shake your head and turn to move your TV, sat atop your desk, so it was now facing where you’d be sitting on your bed. Once that was done, and you’d gathered Peter his requested snacks, you came to settle next to him. Wordlessly, he tugged a blanket over both of your laps, despite the fact there was more than plenty for you each to have one. It took all your stead to ignore the blush settling over your cheeks when you felt him move impossibly close to you, his side fully against yours.

As the day passed quickly among lightsabers and stormtroopers, you and Peter hardly moved from your spots in your bed. Eventually, it had become night, and you were beginning to drowse off against your best friend’s arm. It wasn’t very late, but it had been long enough that your body was tired from having been woken up so early. Peter wasn’t faring much better, since juggling all of his responsibilities made him feel constantly tired. He could feel the sleepiness just beginning to fall over him in a wave, a strange combination with the nerves that were still wiring him awake.

It’s not like he’d never been this close to you before; you two had been best friends for years now. Something about the way he’d held your hand earlier today, taking that first step into chasing his true feelings for you, that had changed everything. He normally felt like any touch you gave him was a pleasant shock to his system, but now everything felt tingly and multiplied by twenty. Your head had come to rest against him now, and by some grace of whatever god existed, he had the nerve to lift his arm, drawing you closer to his chest. You were so sleepy you barely realized what you were doing, just trying your best to inch closer to the warmth of body heat that was a welcome change from the cold; snuggling into the soft material of his t-shirt, the scent of his body wash flooding your senses. Sleep gripped you fast when Peter tucked you into his side, your brain sending your body signals of it’s okay to relax now, you’re safe.

Peter tried his best to focus on the end of Return of the Jedi, but no amount of Ewoks or Force ghosts could draw his racing mind away from you. Your entire body weight was now leaning against him, one he didn’t mind a single bit. It was comforting; to know you were safe, that you felt secure enough to drift off with him being the only thing holding you up. He could hear your breathing, now evened out and deep, confirming you were fully asleep. He took this chance to gently lay the both of you down in bed. Ever so softly, for fear of waking you, he brushed your hair back away from your face. His fingers trailed back down from your hairline to cross your cheekbone, trace over your jawline to your chin. He smiled when your nose twitched in your sleep as he leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead. His voice was barely audible, even to himself, as he watched your features relax again.

“Fuck, I'm in love with you.”

#peter parker x reader #tasm peter parker x reader #ag peter parker x reader #andrew garfield peter parker x reader #andrew garfield!peter parker x reader #spider-man x reader #spiderman x reader #spiderman fluff #marvel fluff #peter parker fluff #my fics #tasm!peter parker x reader

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heartshapedbubble · 2 years ago

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masterlist pt.1

[summer 2022 - autumn 2023]

rules/intro

cut for length! 🫧

survivors:

helena adams👁

general/random hcs

with a s/o that likes to bake

luca balsa⚡

general/random hcs

with a s/o that can crush a watermelon with their thighs

dealing with insomnia hcs

demi bourbon🍾

matchup

norton campbell🧲

soul catcher with a shy s/o

soul catcher with a jealous s/o

soul catcher with a child reader

with a s/o that decided to cut their hair

numbers 2&3 // music and fashion

birthday hcs

my very own prince charming - a soul catcher x reader fic

aesop carl⚰️

with a s/o that loves physical touch

trickster fluffy hcs with a female s/o

with a s/o that decided to cut their hair

numbers 4&9 // love language & physical affection

number 2 // music

with a s/o that listens to rnb/lofi

eli clark🦉

general/random hcs

spending time with their sibling hcs

luchino diruse🦎

s/o that looks intimidating but is actually a softie

with a very shy s/o

with a s/o that likes to baby him

spring heated wine hcs

spring heated wine with a jealous s/o

spring heated wine with a child reader

the person i once knew - luchino angst oneshot

numbers 3&8 // fashion and body quirks

number 2 // music

the person i once knew, part 2

patricia dorval🌌

number 6 // relationships in the manor

william ellis🏈

s/o that looks intimidating but is actually a softie

spending time with their sibling hcs

with a s/o that can crush a watermelon with their thighs

kurt frank📚

with a s/o that likes books and adventures

number 7 // pets

victor grantz💌

birthday hcs

ganji gupta🏏

with a reader who plays the electric guitar

with a s/o that listens to rnb/lofi

frederick kreiburg🎼

general/random hcs

with a s/o who gives out words of affection/acts of service

andrew kreiss🕸

with a writer/aroace s/o

general/random hcs

with a s/o that loves physical touch

with a s/o that's having a breakdown

with a s/o that can crush a watermelon with their thighs

relationship hcs

with a s/o who can't speak english well

crushing on reader at the same time as edgar

with a s/o who gives out words of affection/acts of service

servais le roy🪄

with a reader who sees them as a father figure

lucky guy🎲

with a reader who plays the electric guitar

mike morton🃏

with an emotional s/o

murro morton🐗

with a reader who sees them as a father figure

orpheus📕

with an assassin s/o

dating/married life hcs

"family", an idv oneshot

unspoken words (orpheus x maid reader)

naib subedar🗡

general/random hcs

with an assassin s/o

edgar valden🎨

crushing on reader at the same time as andrew

weeping clown🎭

number 9 // physical affection

margaretha zelle🩰

numbers 8&9 // body quirks and physical affection

memory🧸

"family", an idv oneshot

burke being a grandpa to memory

hunters:

alva lorenz/hermit🌩

with an s/o who's engaged in equestrian sports

antonio paganini/violinist🎻

with a s/o that can crush a watermelon with their thighs

matchup

with an s/o who's engaged in equestrian sports

bane perez/gamekeeper🦌

with a reader who sees them as a father figure

burke lapadura/mad eyes🔨

being a grandpa to memory/little girl

ithaqua/night watch🌫

going friendly hcs

jack/the ripper🎩

with hyper!child reader

joseph desaulnier/photographer📷/🐍

childhood friends with d.m. - part 1

childhood friends with d.m. - part 2

childhood friends with d.m. - part 3

with an s/o who knows french

matchup

leo beck/hell ember☄️

with a reader who sees them as a father figure

with hyper!child reader

luchino diruse/evil reptilian🦎

spending time outside during the summer with their s/o

number 4 // love language

numbers 3&8 // fashion and body quirks

number 2 // music

the person i once knew, part 2

with an s/o who's engaged in equestrian sports

walking on s/o getting punched in the mouth

dream walker with sleeping reader/general hcs

michiko/geisha🌸

comfort/fluff hcs with a female s/o

with hyper!child reader

percy/undead🧟‍♂️

with a reader who sees them as a father figure

with hyper!child reader

robbie white/axe boy🌲

gn!survivor!reader platonic/family hcs

xie bian & fan wujiu/wu chang☂️/☂️⚪️/☂️⚫️

with a s/o that can crush a watermelon with their thighs

w/ a fem!hunter! reader who has 2 borzois

wujiu with a s/o who writes about sensitive themes

walking on s/o getting punched in the mouth

#identity v #idv #idv headcanons #identity v headcanons #idv fanfic #idv imagines #idv x reader #identity v x reader #idv scenarios #identity v x you

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lunagojo · 3 years ago

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characters I write for / rules! (UPDATED)

Marvel Cinematic Universe:

Loki Laufeyson (MCU)

Stephen Strange / Doctor Strange (MCU)

Wade Wilson / Deadpool (MCU)

Thor Odinson (MCU)

Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier (MCU)

Yondu Udonta (MCU)

Quentin Beck / Mysterio (MCU)

Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver (MCU)

Logan Howlett / Wolverine (X-Men)

Peter Parker / Amazing Spiderman (Andrew Garfield ver.) (Sony)

Eddie Brock / Venom (Sony)

Thena (MCU)

Sylvie Laufeydottir (MCU)

Wanda Maximoff / Scarlet Witch (MCU)

Valkyrie (MCU)

Gamora (MCU)

Anime:

Gundham Tanaka (Danganronpa)

Mondo Oowada (Danganronpa)

Nagito Komaeda (Danganronpa)

Rantaro Amami (Danganronpa)

Kiyotaka Ishimaru (Danganronpa)

Koga (Inuyasha)

Sesshomaru (Inuyasha)

Inuyasha

Tanjirou Kamado (Demon Slayer)

Inosuke Hashibira (Demon Slayer)

Sanemi Shinazugawa (Demon Slayer)

Kyojuro Rengoku (Demon Slayer)

Giyu Tomioka (Demon Slayer)

Tengen Uzui (Demon Slayer)

Mitsuri Kanroji (Demon Slayer)

Gojo Satoru (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Itadori Yuuji (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Fushiguro Megumi (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Ryomen Sukuna (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Kento Nanami (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Inumaki Toge (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Bakugou Katsuki (BNHA)

Shoto Todoroki (BNHA)

Tenya Iida (BNHA)

Eijiro Kirishima (BNHA)

Dabi (BNHA)

Tomura Shigaraki (BNHA)

Atsuhiro Sako / Mr. Compress (BNHA)

Toga Himiko (BNHA)

Jin Bubaigawara / Twice (BNHA)

Keigo Takami / Hawks (BNHA)

Kai Chisaki / Overhaul (BNHA)

Shoto Aizawa (BNHA)

Video Games:

Gabriel Reyes / Reaper (Overwatch)

Jamison Fawkes / Junkrat (Overwatch)

Mick Mundy / Sniper (Team Fortress 2)

Dell Conagher / Engineer (Team Fortress 2)

Jeremy Charleston / Scout (Team Fortress 2)

Dr. Ludwig / Medic (Team Fortress 2)

Karl Heisenberg (Resident Evil 8)

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu (Resident Evil 8)

Prince Sidon (LOZ: Breath of the Wild)

Princess Zelda (Mainly Twilight Princess ver.)

Noob Saibot (Mortal Kombat)

Steve Fox (Tekken)

Vega Fabio la Cerda (Street Fighter)

Lor'themar Theron (World of Warcraft)

Grand Magister Rommath (World of Warcraft)

Dragonqueen Alexstrasza (World of Warcraft)

Dragonprincess Lunastrasza Moonstrider (World of Warcraft, my oc! :) )

Prince Kael’thas Sunstrider (World of Warcraft)

Illidan Stormrage (World of Warcraft)

Other:

Jun-ho (Squid Game)

King Orm (Aquaman, Patrick Wilson ver.)

Adrian Veidt / Ozymandias (Watchmen)

Dan Dreiberg / Nite Owl II (Watchmen)

Thorin Oakenshield (The Hobbit)

Din Djarin / The Mandalorian (Star Wars)

Obi Wan Kenobi (Star Wars)

Bruce Wayne / Batman (Battinson, Nolanverse or Arkhamverse)

Selina Kyle / Catwoman (Zoe Kravitz, Nolanverse or Arkhamverse)

Harleen Quinzel / Harley Quinn (Margot Robbie or Arkhamverse)

Roman Sionis / Black Mask (Ewan McGregor or Arkhamverse)

Slade Wilson / Deathstroke (Arkhamverse)

Arthur Curry / Aquaman (Jason Momoa ver.)

What I will write:

Mainly headcanons and preferences, _____x reader

Only doing SFW for now (this might change depending on my comfort level) -- I will do suggestive content, however (just not blatant smut)

Please be as clear as possible when sending in a request! This helps me be as accurate as possible!

Please be patient with the time it takes for me to answer! I have a part time job and a life outside of tumblr, plus I get burnout a lot

I will not do: yandere, noncon, p*dophilia, abuse, etc.

I am 25 years old (soooo not a minor, lol)

I will do maximum 3 characters / ask

If the ask does not follow the rules then I will delete / not answer!

#mcu x reader #marvel x reader #dc x reader #danganronpa x reader #inuyasha x reader #tf2 x reader #team fortress 2 x reader #mcu #dc #batman x reader #star wars x reader #watchmen x reader #overwatch x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader

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dearviper · 3 years ago

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Request Guidelines

requests are OPEN!

Guidelines below:

Please note that I will not write a fic for every single request I get. I will do my best to get to as many as possible, but not every req is going to be my cup of tea. I’m an adult with a job and writing takes up a lot of my time, so I’m going to focus on the fics I want to write.

Using the ask box, feel free to submit one-shot fic/headcanon requests for the following characters (* next to characters I’d especially like to write for):

The Batman:

Bruce Wayne*

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Loki*

Moon Knight (Steven Grant/Marc Spector/Jake Lockley)*

Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow

Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker/Spider-Man

Quentin Beck/Mysterio

Stranger Things:

Eddie Munson*

Nancy Wheeler

Robin Buckley

Steve Harrington

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker*

Din Djarin/The Mandalorian

Han Solo

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Poe Dameron

You’re welcome to request other characters from these fandoms/from other fandoms, and I’ll evaluate on a case-by-case basis if I want to write for them or not.

If it’s a Character x Reader fic, please specify any pronouns/specific traits you’d like the reader to have!

Smut/NSFW is okay, as long as you clearly state that you want it. If you do not clearly ask for this, I will not include it. Be explicit if you want me to be explicit! haha aren’t I so funny?

I will not write:

Pedophilia

RPF

Incest

Daddy/mommy kink, ageplay, ddlg, etc.

A/B/O

Pregnancy

Alternate Universe (I’m fine with meta fics, but I won’t completely change the setting/circumstances of the story or add in things that are anachronistic to canon)

Male Character x Male!Reader smut (I will write romantic/platonic male!reader fics though! This is just because I don’t have the real-world experience of that so it would probably come off as inaccurate)

Anything involving bodily waste

Anything that makes me uncomfortable

Have something in mind? Request it here

#dearviper #dearviper request guidelines #request guidelines #fic writer #fanfic #the batman #marvel #mcu #stranger things #star wars

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speechlessxx · 4 years ago

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Crossing Lines. 2 (Andy Barber x Reader, Ransom Drysdale x Reader)

Summary: The line between best friend and lover is so thin... Can you choose which one to cross?

Warnings: expected ending let’s be honest, angst, fluff, language! (this is the last part... btw)

for fic purposes, Ransom and Andy aren’t twins and their physical similarities will not be mentioned LOL

Word Count: 2.4 k

Read Part 1 Here

The rest of the night was a drunken blur. You vaguely remembered the way Andy held you in the park as you drunkenly cried into his chest. He listened attentively as you ranted and cursed Hugh Ransom Drysdale – whom he assumed was the other man on the porch. Andy put together the pieces and with your slurred confessions, he understood that the best friend of yours held a special place in your heart, but it didn’t deter Andy’s attraction or his growing feelings for you either.

You woke up in your apartment with a dull headache and fifteen missed calls – along with fifty-five messages – from Ransom. And one “have a good day :)” from Andy, but you decided to ignore and ghost both men. You were too confused to even entertain the idea – the possibility of you and Andy, especially when you were still questioning your feelings and the fate of your friendship with Ransom.

Over a week of radio silence from you left Ransom antsy. You had never iced him out like this. The longest you two had gone without speaking was three days – when he stood you up at a university gala so that he could fly out to the Victoria Secret Fashion Show and hook up with a model. You were so angry with him but forgave him all the same when he showed up to your dorm with two pints of ice cream and a smile.

It always so easy to get you to accept his apologies. He thought it was because you two were meant to be in each other’s lives. That your smiles and laughs – and even your playful jabs – were meant to brighten his day, every day for the rest of your lives. And it hurt him when his pleads and apologizes were left on read.

He blamed your absent responses to his dozens of messages and voicemails on that hotshot Assistant District Attorney. He blamed Andy Barber for turning you against him. And his anger towards – what seemed to be his rival – only heightened when both he and Andy Barber pulled up to the front of your apartment complex.

“What are you doing here?” Ransom said, accusingly, as he balanced the cookies and cream pint on top of the mint chocolate chip.

Andy didn’t even respond. Like the night the two were acquainted, he simply ignored Ransom and began to stride towards the complex’s doors. Fumbling with his keys, Ransom quickly locked the Beamer and chased after the suited lawyer.

“Did she invite you?” Ransom prodded. He felt a dull ache in his heart at the thought. Is this what you’ve been doing for the past week? Ignoring him to be around Andy?

Andy huffed, still ignoring the other man, as he pressed your apartment number’s button on the intercom systems. Ransom looked over at the takeout bag in Andy’s hands. Though he couldn’t see the contents, he recognized the logo. It was from your favorite Japanese place – the one you said had the best shrimp tempura rolls. He remembered you tried to get him to go with you, but he blew you off to go to a bar with his rich friends. Did Andy know your order? Did Andy take you there?

Ransom repeated his question and Andy just gave him a side glare as he pressed the button next to your apartment number again.

“No.” Andy finally answered. “I went by her office to see if she wanted lunch, but her co-workers said she’s been sick.”

Relief rushed through Ransom. So, you were ignoring both of them – that’s fine. Ransom smirked to himself. His years of friendship with you gave him the insight to know that whenever you were sick, you preferred hot soup as opposed to sushi – that you’d puke the raw fish right up.

“Hi, sorry, hello?” Your voice statically came over the speakers.

“Hey.” “Hi, (Y/N).” Andy and Ransom said at the same time. Andy shot a glare at Ransom.

“(Y/N),” Ransom said, pushing Andy’s hand away so that he could press the button. “It’s Ransom. I have ice cream and uh…”

“Ransom, I…” you sighed. “I’m sick.”

“I know, but I know all the best remedies.”

“Sorry.” You deadpanned. “I don’t… I don’t think you should be up here.”

Andy lightly shoved Ransom’s hand away from the button, pressing onto it firmly. “Hey, it’s Andy… Lauren and Sabine said you were under the weather, so I brought you lunch from that Japanese place you liked so much.”

“Andy, I…” You frowned as you spoke though neither could see it. Were they there together? “I’m sorry… I’m just so sick… and I tend to throw up sushi when I’m – “

“I actually bought you ramen.” Andy said, hope still in his voice. “I remember you told me you throw up sushi when you get sick, so I thought I’d better order some soup instead.” Ransom’s brows knitted together – when did you have time to tell Andy this? How long have you two known each other?

“Oh…” You facepalmed. The slap was audible and made Ransom crack a smile. “Okay fine… C’mon up, Andy.” That smile quickly dropped.

Andy smirked at Ransom as the doors buzzed and unlocked, but Ransom was not going down without a fight.

-=+=-

Several days later, it was Ransom’s turn to show up at your office, but this time you were there. Your work friends, Sabine and Lauren, were divided about the strange predicament you found yourself in. They were the ones who arranged for you and Andy to meet, but they were also the ones living vicariously through the love triangle you stumbled in.

“What are you doing here?” You groaned as Ransom showed up with two coffees in his hands. He put one cup on your desk and brought his to his lips with a smirk. “Hugh – “

“You’re ignoring my calls and texts, but you sure do love giving Andy Barber attention… Did you know he has a kid?” Ransom poked. “I know you wouldn’t date people with kids. The ex’s still in the picture y’know.”

“Considering how I haven’t dated anyone since college, I’m in no room to judge.” You frowned. “Now, unless you’re in some legal trouble, I suggest you leave.”

Ransom shook his head and pushed you back into your seat when you moved to stand. “He’s also really old…”

“Not much older than you and I.”

Ransom frowned. What did Andy Barber have that he didn’t? Why were you so intent on breaking your own dating rules for him?

“What’s it about him?” Ransom wondered aloud. “Is it his job? Dating an ADA would surely get you out of this joint… Hell, maybe you could even be a trophy wife. Stop working, drive around his Audi. You can probably even be friends with the ex-wife… Laurie, I think that’s her name. Aw, you and Barber would be so cute… Imagine him going to the country club with his pretty, young wife.” He snorted.

“Ransom!” You scolded as you glanced around at those who were listening in the conversation. You were already given flack for being friends with Harlan Thrombey’s grandson. You didn’t need your other co-workers to whisper about your attempts at social climbing by dating Andy Barber. “What is wrong with you! Andy’s a good guy. I’d date him even if he wasn’t a lawyer. Now shut up and leave.”

“No… No!” Ransom argued, lightly slapping your hands away when you tried to push him towards the doors.

“You’re making a scene at my work-place, Ransom,” you aggressively whispered.

“No!” Ransom repeated, his voice rising. Those who weren’t paying attention before were certainly now. “I just wanna know… what’s it about Andrew Stephen Barber that’s got you ignoring me? Huh?” When you didn’t respond, he grew angrier. Why weren’t you answering?! Did your ghosting also apply to real life? “(Y/N), I told you I loved you and you just got in a car with him and left me.”

You bit your lip, furrowing your brows as you glanced around. Those who were trying to discreetly listen abandoned their attempts. They watched on as if they were watching a soap.

“You sleep around.” You muttered. “You parade girl after girl around me as if it didn’t hurt, Ransom. I cancelled my date with Andy, so I could go to your mom’s party. You invited me and ditched me, so that you could go fuck some wannabe model in your grandad’s house. You only came looking for me when you needed a damn condom!” You heard some snickering in the background, but you were too focused on trying not to cry to care.

“I – “

“I’ve been at your beck and call for years. And now, I think…” you stared up at Ransom’s eyes, your own shiny with tears. “I think you only keep me in your life because I’m the only one who gives a damn about you.”

“(Y/N) – “Ransom sighed. “No… I love you, that’s why,” he tried to grab your arm, but you pulled away, shaking your head. “No guy has ever been good enough for you. That’s why I never let them date you!”

“What?” You asked in disbelief. Your tongue darted out to lick your lips as you thought about every date – every guy who came into your life who miraculously disappeared after meeting Ransom. “Son of a – “

“And Andrew Fucking Barber is definitely not good enough for you.”

“And what you are?” You prompted. Your eyes wide and with your shaky tone, Ransom knew you were on the brink of crying. “Ransom,” you shook your head, “I loved you for years. I loved you despite you constantly sleeping with other girls, despite you always ditching me, or despite your family. I loved you even though you can be heartless and insensitive. I loved you so much I put my life on pause to always help you – to always be there for you… But Ransom, I can’t do this anymore… I’m sorry. I can’t…”

“Hey pal,” the security guard finally stepped up just as the tears started to roll down your cheeks. “I think you gotta go.” When Ransom reached out to grab you, the guard quickly stood between you. “Now, Mr. Drysdale.”

Ransom stared at you as you slumped back into your seat. Lauren and Sabine immediately rushed to your side, but you waved them off as you put your head in your hands. You were embarrassed that you caused a scene. You were embarrassed that you confessed your love for Ransom. But it gave you clarity.

The love you had for Ransom was toxic.

And you needed to let it go.

Ransom allowed himself to be dragged out of the office and onto the pavement. The guard told him not to come back. “You leave Miss (Y/L) alone, alright, man?” The guard said. “I know Andy Barber… and when he finds out about this, he ain’t gonna be happy.”

“I’m not scared of Andy fucking Barber.” Ransom rolled his eyes.

“Nah, but he’s got some pull in the DA’s office. He can get a restraining order approved in minutes, pal…” The guard chuckled. “You leave Miss (Y/L) alone.”

Ransom watched as the guard hobbled back into the office, closing the doors behind him. He tried to look through the glass, to get one last glimpse of you. He always wished you’d be the first to confess your love … But he never expected it to be like that.

Now, he couldn’t help but wonder… was this your last conversation? He made you cry and he couldn’t even apologize for that … After this, are you cutting him off completely?

-=+=-

Andy Barber was attentive, observant. He was kind. Growing up with a murderer as a father, he found that his compassion was a way to compensate for his father’s sins. He strived to make a name for himself aside from being Bloody Billy’s son. He was a good man.

A man that put aside his late evening plans to drive from Newton to Boston just to pick you up. A man who put his night on pause just to spend some time with you on a whim of a phone call.

If it had been Ransom, he’d be scolding you as he drove. Blaming you for wasting his time. He’d guilt you and make you feel worse.

But Andy wasn’t Ransom.

Andy made you feel wanted.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered when you slumped into Andy’s couch. “I didn’t know where else to go… Ransom knows where I live and if I see him at my apartment, I think I’m gonna lose my shit and I’ll need a lawyer.”

Andy chuckled as he settled down next to you, handing you a cup of coffee. You smiled and thanked him as you put your head on his shoulder. “I’ll represent you, no worries. I’ll even do it pro bono.”

“I don’t think you’re allowed to,” you laughed. “Circumstantially, they say that lawyers shouldn’t represent their significant – “you bit your lip, cutting yourself off. You’re thinking too far, (Y/N), you scolded yourself.

Andy smirked. “Significant other?” He asked, bringing his cup to his lips, taking a long sip. “Taking strides now, are we?”

“Sorry…” you felt heat rise to your face.

“No, you’re fine,” Andy smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “We’ll take strides.” He muttered and nodded. “If that’s what you want?”

“Yeah, Andy… I do.” You smiled to yourself as you brought took a sip.

Your nose scrunched up. You had forgotten to tell Andy your meticulous coffee order. Whenever you were at Ransom’s, you didn’t need to tell him – he just knew. Your heart ached at the thought of losing your best friend, the one of the only people who knew you. After years of friendship, you couldn’t just burn that bridge… right?

You pulled your head from Andy’s shoulder and looked over at him. He smiled at you and you couldn’t help but smile back. This growing relationship was fresh. It was new and it felt healthy. Sure, Andy didn’t know your coffee order, but like Ransom, he could learn it. Maybe he could even memorize it by heart.

You smiled at the thought and leaned into Andy, pressing your lips onto his.

You weren’t sure what fate had in store for you and Ransom – whether that friendship ended forever or will revive itself in due time…

But you were certain about Andy…

You were certain you wanted this new beginning.

#andy barber x reader #andy barber #andy barber imagine #ransom drysdale imagine #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale #chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans imagine #crossing lines #angst #fluff

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oletus-love · 4 years ago

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Introduction + Rules

Hello everyone! You can call me Crimson/Crim or Maddie/Mads, whatever suits your fancy. I use she/her & they/them pronouns & I’m 21 years old. I’m also ace pan. I have ADHD & several other disorders. Currently, I play on the NA/EU server. I will link a Google Docs listing my mains here soon. Feel free to PM me for my ID if you wanna add me to play IDV! Please always read my tagline to see if requests are open.

What I will write:

• Fluff (it’s my favorite. if you request it, I will literally love you forever.)

• Angst (just nothing too excessive, please)

• Platonic (not my strong suit, but I can always try)

• Anything else besides NSFW

• Headcanons

• One shots

• Character x Reader

What I will not write:

• NSFW/suggestive content in any form (though I am a legal adult, I am also asexual, and that kind of stuff makes me uncomfortable. however, I know there are other blogs out there that will write this kind of content for you if you so desire.)

• The basics (p/dophilia, k/nk, inc/st, etc.)

• Anything more than platonic for Robbie or Murro

• Character x Character (this is an imagines blog for x readers only)

• Mental illnesses I don't know enough about

• Poly scenarios (at least until I get better at writing them)

Who I WILL write for:

Survivors:

• Emily Dyer/Doctor

• Emma Woods/Gardener

• Servais Le Roy/Magician (underrated boyo)

• Kurt Frank/Explorer (another underrated boyo)

• Naib Subedar/Mercenary

• Martha Behamfil/Coordinator

• Fiona Gilman/Priestess

• Tracy Reznik/Mechanic

• William Ellis/Forward

• Helena Adams/The Mind’s Eye

• Vera Nair/Perfumer

• Kevin Alonso/Cowboy

• Margaretha Zell/Female Dancer

• Eli Clark/Seer

• Aesop Carl/Embalmer

• Norton Campbell/Prospector

• Patricia Dorval/Enchantress

• Murro/Wildling

• Mike Morton/Acrobat

• Jose Baden/First Officer

• Demi Bourbon/Barmaid

• Victor Grantz/Postman

• Andrew Kreiss/Grave Keeper

• Luca Balsa/Prisoner

• Edgar Valden/Painter

• Lucky Guy

• Orpheus/Detective (I think he counts as a Survivor, maybe?)

Hunters:

• Leo Beck/Hell Ember

• Joseph Desaulniers/Photographer

• Robbie White/Axe Boy

• Antonio Paganini/Violinist

• Galatea Claude/Sculptor

Who I will NOT write for (please keep in mind that I don’t have anything against some of these characters, and I worry that I won’t be able to do them justice. as I get further into the stage play and gain more character information through that and other means, I may give some of them a try later.):

Survivors:

• Freddy Riley/Lawyer

• Kreacher Pierson/Thief

• Melly Plinius/Entomologist

• Ganji Gupta/Batter

Hunters:

• Joker/Smiley Face

• Bane Perez/Gamekeeper

• Jack/The Ripper

• Violetta/Soul Weaver

• Michiko/Geisha

• Wu Chang/Black & White Guards/Xie Bi'an & Fan Wujiu (I love these guys so much. once I get their personalities down and learn how to write poly scenarios, there’s a high chance I will be adding them in the near future.)

• Burke Lapadura/Architect/Mad Eyes

• Hastur/The Feaster

• Yidhra/Dream Witch & Yidhra’s Followers

• Luchino Diruse/Evil Reptilian

• Mary/Bloody Queen

• Bonbon/Guard 26

• Ann/Disciple

• Percy/Undead

• Will Brothers/The Breaking Wheel

#identity v #idv #idv x reader #identity v x reader #writing blog #idv writing blog #fictional other #rules #introduction #about me #important

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delusionalteenagewhispers · 4 years ago

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Requests!

Send me requests for x Readers!!

I write for any kind of reader!

I don’t write full on smut but I do write spicy things just not full on smut!

Dm me!

(GIFS ARE NOT MINE! Credit to their owners!)

I write for-

/ That 70′s Show /

- Steven Hyde

/ Marvel /

- Loki

- Peter Parker

- Dr. Strange

- Natasha Romanoff

- Tony Stark

- Clinton

- Thor

- Steve Rogers

- Scott Lang

- Bucky Barnes

/ Harry Potter /

- Harry Potter

- Platonic!Ron Weasley

- Neville Longbottom

- Draco Malfoy

- Young Remus

- Young Sirius Black

- Young Snape

/ The Walking Dead /

- Daryl Dixion

- Carl Grimes

- Michonne

- Glenn Rhee

- Prison!Negan

/ The Breakfast Club /

- John Bender

- Andrew Clark

/ Boy Meets World /

- Eric Matthews

- Shawn Hunter

/ Victorious /

- Beck Oliver

/ Maleficent /

- Diaval

- Borra

/ Fallout 4 /

- John Hancock

- Nick Valentine

- Deacon

/ Youtubers /

- Markiplier(Egos)

- Jacksepticeye(Egos)

- Crankgameplays

- Pewdiepie

/ Actors /

- Tom Holland

- Harrison Osterfield

- Chris Evans

/ Detroit: Become Human /

- Markus

- Connor

/ Knives out /

- Ransom Drysdale

/ The Devil All The Time /

- Arvin Russel

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porlockstompf · 5 years ago

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Reading de Nacht Reading 2019

my favourite books of the year

my overall favourite book of the year:

martin hägglund "this life why mortality makes us free" (2019)

postcyberpunkstompf:

01 ken liu (ed) "broken stars: contemporary chinese sf in translation" (2019)

02 cory doctorow "radicalized" (2019) 03 dave hutchinson "the return of the incredible exploding man" (2019) + dave hutchinson "nomads" (2019) + dave hutchinson "thumbprints" (1978) + dave hutchinson "torn air" (1980) + dave hutchinson "the push" (2009) + dave hutchinson "the villages" (2002) ... damn that elusive "paradise equation" (1981) ... 04 tade thompson "rosewater" (2016) + tade thompson "rosewater insurrection" (2019) + tade thompson "rosewater redemption" (2019) 05 desirina boskovich (ed) "lost transmissions: the secret history of sf & f" (2019)

06 hannu rajaniemi & jacob weisman (eds) "the new voices of science fiction" (2019) 07 gardner dozois (ed) "the very best of the best: 35 years of the year's best science fiction" (2019) 08 jonathan strahan (ed) "the best science fiction & fantasy of the year, volume thirteen" (2019) 09 robert markeley "kim stanley robinson modern masters of sf" (2019) 10 allan kaster (ed) "the year's top hard sf stories 3" (2019)

11 olivier girard (ed) "bifrost 96 la revue des mondes imaginaires: william gibson" (2019) 12 mario guglielminetti "web is over. parabola ed esplosione di ubuweb, l'antiprofilo" (2019) 13 bryan thomas schmidt (ed) "infinite stars: dark frontiers" (2019) 14 baoshu "the redemption of time" [2011] (2019) 15 cixin liu "the supernova era" [2003] (2019)

16 l. x. beckett "gamechanger" (2019) 17 gareth l powell "fleet of knives" (2019) 18 chen qiufan "waste tide" [2013] (2019) 19 derek künsken "the quantum garden" (2019) 20 gregory benford "rewrite: loops in the timescape" (2019)

21 james s.a. corey "tiamat's wrath" (2019) + james s.a. corey "auberon" (2019) 22 jim al-khalili "sunfall" (2019) 23 peter f hamilton "salvation lost" (2019) 24 neal asher "the warship" (2019) 25 jonathan strahan (ed) "mission critical" (2019)

26 jack mcdevitt "octavia gone" (2019) 27 elizabeth bear "ancestral night" (2019) 28 ian mcdonald "moon rising" (2019) 29 carmen maria machado (ed) "the best american sf & f 2019" (2019) 30 valerie valdes "chilling effect" (2019) 31 simon morden "bright morning star" (2019) + s. j. morden "no way" (2019) 32 neil stephenson "fall or, dodge in hell" (2019) 33 graham edwards "string city" (2019)

klassikstompf:

01 arno schmidt "bottom's dream" [1970] (2016) ... & still reading ...

02 jorge luis borgès "borgès restored (the author's preferred translations)" (2016) 03 julie orringer "the flight portfolio" (2019) + julie orringer "the invisible bridge" (2010) 04 pola oloixarac "savage theories" (2017) + pola oloixarac "dark constellations" (2019) 05 simon critchley "memory theatre" (2014)

06 gabriel josipovici "hotel andromeda" (2014) 07 david keenan "for the good times" (2019) 08 wg sebald "vertigo" [1990] (1999) + wg sebald "the emmigrants" [1992] (1996) + wg sebald "the rings of saturn" [1995] (1998) + wg sebald "austerlitz" (2001) 09 luis chitarroni "the no variations "diary of an unfinished novel" [2007] (2013) 10 julián ríos "larva: a midsummer night's babel" [1983] (1991)

11 césar aira "birthday" [2001] (2019) + césar aira "three novels" [1990-2000-1997] (2018) 12 tom mole "the secret life of books" (2019) 13 lucy ives "loudermilk or the real poet or the origin of the world" (2019) 14 lászló krasznahorkai "baron wenckheim's homecoming" [2016] (2019) 15 lucy ellmann "ducks, newburyport" (2019)

16 lars iyer "nietzsche & the burbs" (2019) 17 d harlan wilson "the psychotic dr. schreber" (2019) 18 andrew gallix (ed) "we'll never have paris" (2019) 19 chris kelso (ed) "i transgress" (2019) 20 john crowley "the solitudes" [1987] (2007) + john crowley "love & sleep" (1994) + john crowley "daemonomania" (2000) + john crowley "endless things" (2007) ... (the aegypt cycle)

polarstompf:

01 carlos ruiz zafón "the labyrinth of the spirits" [2017] (2018)

02 volker kutscher "the fatherland files" [2012] (2019) 03 andrea camilleri "the overnight kidnapper" [2015] (2019) + andrea camilleri "the other end of the line" [2016] (2019) 04 mick herron "joe country" (2019) + mick herron "this is what happened" (2018) + mick herron "nobody walks" (2015) 05 john le carré "agent running the field" (2019)

06 guillaume musso "la vie secrète des écrivains" (2019) 07 luke mccallin "the man from berlin" (2013) + luke mccallin "the pale house" (2014) + luke mccallin "the divided city" (2016) 09 henry porter "brandenburg" [2005] (2019) + henry porter "firefly" (2018) + henry porter "white hot silence" (2019) 10 mitch silver "the bookworm" (2018) + mitch silver "in secret service" (2007)

11 alan judd "the accidental agent" (2019) 12 philip kerr "metropolis" (2019) 13 ian rankin "westwind" (2019) 14 jo nesbø "the knife" (2019) 15 david hewson "devil's fjord" (2019)

16 barry forshaw "crime fiction: a reader's guide" (2019) 17 a.a. dhand "one way out" (2019) 18 martin holmén "clinch: the stockholm trilogy 01" (2016) + martin holmén "down for te count: the stockholm trilogy 02" (2017) + martin holmén "slugger: the stockholm trilogy 03" (2019) 19 michael kestemont "de zwarte koning" (2019) 20 soren sveistrup "the chestnut man" [2018] (2019)

21 tim mason "the darwin affair" (2019) 22 patrick conrad "good night, charlie" (2019) 23 chris pavone "the paris diversion" (2019) 24 dov aflon "a long night in paris" (2019) 25 arne dahl "hunted" [2017] (2019)

RIP ANDREA CAMILLERI !

gedächtnisstompf:

01 martin hägglund "this life: why mortality makes us free" (2019) / "this life: secular faith & spiritual freedom" (2019)

02 derrida "la vie la mort: séminaire (1975-1976)" (2019) 03 jean-luc nancy "derrida, suppléments” (2019) 04 jean-françois bouthors et jean-luc nancy "démocratie! hic et nunc" (2019) 05 hannah arendt "de vrijheid om vrij te zijn" (2019) + hannah arendt "nous autres réfugiés" (2019)

06 mckenzie wark "capital is dead": is this something worse?" (2019) 07 johan schokker & tim schokker "extimiteit: jacques lacan's terugkeer naar freud" (2000) 08 gerhard richter & ann schmock (eds) "give the word: responses to werner hamacher's 95 theses on philology" (2019) 09 ranja n gosh "philosophy & poetry: continental perspectives" (2019) 10 shoshana zuboff "the age of surveillance capitalism" (2019)

11 kate zambrano "screen tests: stories & other writing" (2019) 12 daniele carluccio "roland barthes lecteur" (2019) 13 jean-clet martin "la philosophie de gilles deleuze" (2019) 14 mitchell dean & daniel zamora "le dernier homme et la fin de la révolution: foucault après mai 68" (2019) 15 arnon grunberg "vriend & vijand: decadentie, ondergang & verlossing" (2019)

16 kwami anthony appiah "de leugens die ons verbinden: een nieuwe kijk op identiteit" [2018] (2019) 17 quentin meillassoux "science fiction & extro-science fiction" (2015) 18 roberto calasso "het onbenoembare verleden" [2017] (2019) 19 lydia davis "essays" (2019) 20 denise riley "time lived, without its flow" (2019)

poesisstompf:

zoë skoulding "footnotes to water" (2019)

platterstompf:

01 rick moody "on celestial music, and other adventures in listening" (2012)

02 yann courtiau "frictions: ce que la littérature a fait à la musique et ce que la musique a en a fait" (2019) 03 vivien goldman "revenge of the she-punks: a feminist music history from poly styrene to pussy riot" (2019) 04 garrígos, triana & guerra "god save the queens: pioneras del punk" (2019) 05 jon savage "this searing light, the sun & everything else: joy division the oral history" (2019)

06 richard beck "trains, jesus, and murder: the gospel according to johnny cash" 07 mark lanegan "sleevenotes" (2019) 08 jason williamson "jason williamson's house party: sleaford mods 2014-2019" (2019) 09 gallix, hill, & rose (eds) "love bites: fiction inspired by pete shelley" (2019) 10 greg laurie "johnny cash the redemption of an american icon" (2019)

11 marc vos & toon loenders "siglo xx: opdat de dood ons levend vindt & het leven ons niet doodt" (2019) 12 david sandilands & david keenan "go ahead & drop the bomb (memorial device pamflet)" (2019) 13 guillaume belhomme "pop fin de siècle" (2019) 14 chris bohn (ed) "the wire" (magazine) (2019) 15 sylvain sylvain "there's no bones in ice cream: sylvain sylvain's story of the new york dolls" (2018)

16 debbie harry "face it" (2019) 17 jaime gonzalo "poder freak: una crónica de la contracultura vol III" (2014) 18 matthew bower & samantha davies "talisman angelical" (2017) 19 darryl w bullock "the world's worst records: an arcade of audio atrocity vol I" (2013) + darryl w bullock "the world's worst records: another arcade of audio atrocity vol II" (2015) 20 steve zisson (ed) "a punk rock future" (2019) / ivar muñoz-rojas "underground babilonia" (2019)

bilderstompf:

01 didier ottinger "bacon en toutes lettres" (2019)

02 antoni tàpies "cap braços cames cos" (2012) + antoni tàpies "mahlerei und graphik" (2011) 03 laura oldfield ford "savage messiah" (2019) 04 fred vermorel "dead fashion girl: a situationist detective story" (2019) 05 françois schuiten & jaco van dormael "le dernier pharaon" (2019)

06 ken krimstein "the three escapes of hannah arendt: the tyranny of truth" (2018) 07 erik bindervoet & saskia pfaeltzer "aldus sprach nietzsche's zuster" (2019) 08 anthony n fragola & roch c smith "the erotic dream machine: interviews with alain robbe-grillet on his films" (2006)

cyclostompf:

01 bernard chambaz "petite philosophie du vélo" (2019)

02 filip osselaer "de man die doodging (vervolgens mosselen bestelde, de rekening vroeg en verdween): el tarangu, josé manuel fuente" (2019) 03 peter schmink "de cultus van het lijden: een vrije oefening" (2006) 04 laurent willame "les lieux sacrés du cyclisme: 15 pélérinages à faire avant de crever" (2019) 05 jonas heyerick (ed) "bahamontes: uit liefde voor de stiel" [magazine] (2019)

06 johnny vansevenant "1969, het jaar van eddy merckx" (2019) 07 edwin winkels "la vuelta: heroïsche verhalen uit de ronde van spanje" (2019) 08 frederik baeckelandt "fausto coppi (les héros 04)" (2019) 09 harry pearson "the beast, the emperor & the milkman: a bone-shaking tour through cycling’s flemish heartlands" (2019) 10 peter cossins "the yellow jersey / le maillot jaune" (2019)

11 thijs zonneveld "het panini album" (2019) 12 thijs zonneveld "de fiets, de fiets & nog veel meer sportverhalen" (2019) 13 willy vangenechten "hoe word je een wielerfan (en blijf je er een)?" (2019)

some wissenschaftstompf & autres divertissements ...:

01 robert macfarlane "underland: a deep time journey" (2019)

02 george van hal & ans hekkenberg "het kosmisch rariteitenkabinet" (2019) 03 josey waley-cohen "only connect: the difficult second quiz book" (2019)

… tsundoku !

may your home be safe from tigers, leroy, x HNY!

... the annual out of control TBR pile ...

postcyberpunkstompf

ada hoffmann "the outside" (2019) adrian tchaikovsky "children of ruin" (2019) alastair reynolds "shadow captain" (2019) + alastair reynolds "permafrost" (2019) annalee newitz "the future of another timeline" (2019) charlie jane anders "the city in the middle of the night" (2019) farah mendlesohn "the pleasant profession of robert a heinlein" (2019)gareth l powell "ragged alice" (2019) greg egan "perihelion summer" (2019) ian creasey "the shapes of strangers" (2019) jo walton "lent" (2019)

kameron hurley "the light brigade" (2019) karl schroeder "stealing words" (2019) megan o'keefe "velocity weapon" (2019) neil clarke (ed) "the eagle has landed: 50 years of lunar sf" (2019) nina allan "the silverwind" (2019) paul di filippo "aeota" (2019) peter swirski "stanislaw lem: philosopher of the future" (2019) + peter swirski & waclaw m osadnik (eds) "lemography: stanislaw lem in the eyes of the world" (2019) richard kadrey "the grand dark" (2019) rudy rucker "million mile road trip" (2019) simon ings "the smoke" (2019)

klassikstompf

alex landragin "crossings" (2019) enrique vila-matas "mac's problem" [2017] (2019) joseph scapellato "the made-up man" (2019) kevin breatnach "tunnelvision" (2019) michel houellebecq "serotonin" (2019) nell zink "doxology" (2019) roberto bolaño "the spirit of science fiction: a novel" (2019) samanta schweblin "mouthful of birds" (2019) sergio pitol "mephisto's waltz: selected short stories" (2019) will eaves "murmur" (2019)

polarstompf

johan op de beek "het complot van laken" (2019) jon steinhagen "the hanging artist" (2019) juli zeh "empty hearts" (2019) max hertzberg "operation oskar" (2019) + max hertzberg "berlin centre" (2019) peter robinson "many rivers to cross" (2019) tony belloto "bellini & the sphinx" [1995] (2019)

#2019 #rewind #reading #lecture #librarything

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ijustreallylovezebras · 5 years ago

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Courtney’s Crisis Writing Challenge

So yeah as I’m sure all of you are aware of by now I’m having a crisis

and I figured what better way to deal with an emotional crisis than to do a writing challenge and read all the wonderful thing’s y’all can write to distract myself from my ever-growing list of responsibilities

maybe i should change it to Courtney’s Procrastination and Existential Worry Writing Challenge instead

ANYWAY

This is a whole-ass mega writing challenge, going across ALL the people I’ve ever written for and all the people I lowkey want to write for/kinda have a current obsession/love for atm

I’ll give a full comprehensive list below the rules

But yeah this is going to have an English Literature theme bc I’m a nerd like that and have been reading too many books lately, again, to distract myself

So the prompts are split into three categories - “The Heartbreakingly Beautiful”, “The Hilariously Relateable” and “Fuck I’m Drowning In Fluff”

yeah the categories are just what went through my mind when I read the things these authors wrote

The Rules

1) You don’t have to be following me but it would be nice because I’m lonely and want friends plz

2) If your piece of writing is over 500 words, please use the ‘read more’ feature

3) Reblog this post to get the word out (and tag anyone who may be interested!)

4) It’s going to be one person per prompt but if needed I can add more prompts

5) Smut is fine but please leave warnings as appropriate (THOUGH NO UNDERAGE CHARACTER SMUT THANKS)

6) On the back of that one, no inappropriate pairings pleaseeeeee

7) Also please make sure you leave appropriate warnings at the beginnings of fics if any sensitive subjects are brought up (e.g. mental health etc)

8) Ships and OC’s are welcome

9) Tag me in your writing! - on any of my blogs or all three if you’re keen whoooo

10) Use the hashtag #CourtsCrisisWC

11) If you want to enter send me an ask with the prompt you want and the pairing you’ll be writing it with - again the ask can be sent to either of my writing blogs

12) The deadline for this is 15th December (this can be extended if y’all need it)

Characters/People/Pairings

Okay so imma split this section into parts real quick

Main Blog

1) Pretty much anyone from the MCU is welcome - with the exception of Tony Stark and Clint Barton

2) Tom Holland & Harrison Osterfield and HOCO cast and the Holland boys (NOT PADDY)

3) Any of Les Amis

4) The characters from Peaky Blinders as well

5) Poly ships (e.g. Steve x Reader x Bucky or Tom x Reader x Harrison)

Side Blog

1) Ben Hardy (+ Warren Worthington)

2) Joe Mazzello (+ Eugene Sledge, Gardner Langway, Pat Murray, Dr Tim Murphy)

3) Gwilym Lee (+ Charlie Nelson)

4) (BoRhap!)Queen members (Freddie only platonically)

5) Roger x Reader x Ben

6) Joe x Reader x Ben

7) The Hargreeves Children (older!Five only)

8) Richard Madden (+ David Budd, Robb Stark, Prince Kit)

9) Taron Egerton (+ Eggsy)

10) Rocketman!Bernie Taupin and Ray Williams

11) Smosh Members

12) Jake Gyllenhaal (+ all his various characters)

13) Chris Evans (+ Ari Levinson, Frank Adler)

Just For Funsies (i.e. current obsessions I don’t officially write for but lowkey want to)

1) Ashton Irwin

2) Calum Hood

3) Sebastian Stan (+ Chris Beck)

tbh y’all can just send me a person and I’ll let you know if I’m cool with you writing for them but judging by this list I think you can rest fairly assured that I’m going to be okay with whoever you want to write for

Prompts

The Heartbreakingly Beautiful

“I have measured out my life in coffee spoons” - The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S Eliot // the most beautiful and wonderful poem ever written don’t fight me on this // ( @writingsoftheloser w/ BLANK)

“I am so busy keeping my head above water that I scarcely know who I am, much less who anyone else is” - The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

“Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do you start missing everybody” - The Catcher In The Rye by J.D Salinger ( @takenbyheartstrings w/ Peter Parker)

“I should have made it as hard for you to leave me as it is now for me to leave you” - Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë ( @bensakindofmagic w/ Ben Hardy)

"The universe is bigger than anything that can fit into your mind." - Love Letters To The Dead by Ava Dellaira ( @petersfreckles w/ Peter Parker)

“You never forget the face of the person that is your last hope” - The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins ( @tom-holland-stuff w/ BLANK)

“Hope may be the thing that pulls you forward (may be the thing that keeps you going) but that it’s painful and dangerous and risky it’s making a dare to the world and when has the world ever let us win a dare?” - The Knife of Never Letting Go by Patrick Ness

“We can't fight another person's battle, no matter how much we want to.” - Holding Up The Universe by Jenifer Niven

“I'm sure I never used to be so sensitive. I think it is due to this nervous condition.” - The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

“Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there's no room for the present at all.” - Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh

The Hilariously and Painfully Relatable

“As far as I'm concerned, I came out of the womb spouting cynicism and wishing for rain.” - Solitaire by Alice Oseman

“Real courage is when you know you’re licked before you begin, but you begin anyway and see it through no matter what.” - To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

"And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good." - East of Eden by John Steinbeck ( @queen-paladin w/ Joe/Eugene/Charlie/Les Amis boy)

"We cross our bridges as we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and the presumption that once our eyes watered." - Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead by Tom Stoppard ( @lilulo-12 w/ Bucky)

"It's just that…I just think that some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic. It's the universe's way of providing contrast, you know? There have to be a few holes in the road. It's how life is." - The Truth About Forever by Sarah Dessen ( @sataninsatin w/ Detective Loki)

“It was books that made me feel that I was not completely alone” - The Night Circus by Erin Mogenstern

“Was there some kind of rule against drop kicking arseholes in the face? Probably. They always had rules against things that needed to be done” - Made You Up by Francesca Zappia

“I would challenge you to a battle of wits but I see you are unarmed” - Much Ado About Nothing by William Shakespeare ( @icantspellanything w/ Poe Dameron)

“Some people are born with an ear for music, some people are born with a talent for drawing, some people...have a built-in radar that tells them where a comma needs to go in a sentence.” - Our Chemical Hearts by Krystal Sutherland

“Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.” I Am The Messenger by Marcus Zusak

Fuck I’m Drowning In Fluff

“You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you” - Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austin ( @mavalenovaninagavi w/ Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker)

“I love her, and that’s the beginning and end of everything” - The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Flitzgerald ( @angiefangirlworld-2 w/ Ben Hardy)

“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” - Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë ( @fichoe21 w/ Bucky)

"The curves of your lips rewrite history." - Picture Of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde ( @sarahp879 w/ Bucky)

"[BLANK] was right. [They] never looked nice. [They] looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something." - Eleanor and Park by Rainbow Rowell ( @writing-of-a-british-bitch w/ Eggsy/Warren)

“Here’s my secret. It’s quite simple: One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eye.” - The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery

“Love is worth everything. Everything.” - Everything Everything by Nicola Yoon

“I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.” - Great Expectations by Charles Dickens ( @natdoesthings w/ Jake Gyllenhaal)

“I just want you to know that you’re very special and the only reason I’m telling you is that I don’t know if anyone else ever has” - The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chebowsky ( @d-is-for-delightfull w/ Enjolras)

“Don’t you understand? You mean more to me than anything in this whole world!” - Peter Pan by J.M Barrie

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its-negans-lucille · 5 years ago

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Analytical Eyes (Repost)

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Ships: Mysterio x Reader, Reader x Quentin Beck Words: 1,363 Warnings: Mild Spider-Man: Far From Home spoilers Category: Angst (???) Synopsis: It’s your first day on the job working for the Mysterio Team and one Quinton Beck seeks you out.

The room was huge with a towering ceiling and multiple open levels. Men and women alike were scurrying around carrying expensive technical equipment which contrasted hugely with the somewhat shabby warehouse that the Mysterio Team (so they had dubbed themselves) had set up base. The room was buzzing with activity whether it be from the drones moving overhead or the constant low humming of excited voices.

You understood technology like a second language, always finding it easier to communicate through code rather than English. This was perhaps why you felt alienated by your previous colleagues and why you had finally been driven to quit after a rather unfortunate tech mishap (a man had been driven to a psychiatric facility after the realistic hallucinations).

It had been written about in the press: Troubled College Student Sends Employer to the Mad House. It had been the worst week of your life. This was, however, until you got a mysterious phone call from an unmarked number originating in London. They had offered you a job on the condition you had to join them at their base of operations immediately.

Which, as a broke college student, you were obliged to accept their gracious invitation.

“Hey-” A brief snap of fingers brought you from your reverie. “Anyone in there?” A dark haired woman by the name of Susan asked, her tone shorter than her stature.

“Yeah, yeah,” You replied swiftly. “This is just different to what I’d imagined.”

“That’s okay. Here-” Susan draped a badge around your neck branded with your name and a picture of you (you had no idea where they had got it as you hadn’t had a picture taken in the warehouse). “Your identification while you’re with us.”

“Oh, thank you.” You murmured as you looked at it. “Hey, what will I-”

“Shh,” Susan whispered, pressing a finger to her lips and giving a brief wink as suddenly the hubbub died down, like children in a classroom when the teacher walks in.

A tall man with a groomed beard entered the hall clad in a black and grey suit usually worn by those on a film set. His hair was pushed back and had an air of just been surreptitiously corrected to its meticulous place. His piercing sapphire eyes moved around the room, a smile growing on his face, giving the occasional person a nod as he moved easily down from a wooden platform. He seemed almost normal, you thought, as he continued his course. He seemed like someone who you could easily pass on the street and not give a second glance.

That was until his probing gaze fell on you.

It was only for a fraction of a second but in that time you saw how imperceptibly his eyebrows rose, creating a tiny crease on his forehead. Something shifted in those sea deep eyes as he swiftly dampened his lips, like a snake having found its prey. You could barely suppress a shiver from the attention and broke his gaze before his eyes moved onto their next target.

There was something behind those eyes you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“Who’s that?” You asked, finding your voice slightly breathy.

“Quentin Beck. He’s the leader of this whole operation,” Susan replied, a sense of awe in her voice. Obviously it had not escaped the other female (and some male) members of the team of how ruggedly handsome his crooked smile was as Susan’s eyes were still trained on her employer.

“Alright then!” She clapped her hands, finally satisfied as Beck moved to a conversation with the head technical engineer. “You’re going to be working under Andrew here-” She slapped a middle aged, rather portly, man on the back. “-To make the drones movements smoother so the illusion runs like clockwork, capiche?”

“Capiche.” You replied, smiling.

***

5pm had come and gone and you were one of the only technicians left working. There was someone sat upstairs on the balcony overlooking the operations from the computer, continually replaying the animation from the elemental attack. The manner in which they played it almost seemed like a coach replaying a game for the team, showing them where they did well and where they need to do better.

Initially when the illusion was played it had frightened you, the sudden booming of wind causing you to shock yourself with the drone you had been working on at the time. By now, on what seemed like the hundredth time the video had been repeated, it was no more than white noise in your peripheral.

You noticed nothing other than the drone before you, it’s top open like one would open a frog for dissection. That was all electrical engineering really was: a complicated form of biology.

Your lightning focus on the task at hand was most likely why you didn’t take into account the sudden silence from the video that had been playing almost like clockwork for hours. Why you didn’t hear the slow, deliberate steps down from the balcony above you. You didn’t notice anything until the presence was almost pressed against your back, a violent heat radiating off them.

You swiftly spun around, startled by a cough just by the shell of your ear. You pressed your back up against your work table when you saw none other than Quentin Beck standing before you, his hands clasped tightly behind his back.

“I haven’t seen you before,” His voice was light, airy. It totally contrasted the predatory nature in his pale azure eyes.

“I- I started here today.” You replied, annoyed to find that your voice wavered ever so slightly. “I’m the new drone technician.”

“Ah,” Beck let out a sigh that boarded on something unnervingly sensual. He was merely a foot away from you, so close that you had to tilt your face up so you could see him properly. “Why’re you here so late?” He asked, unlacing one hand from behind his back to slowly caress his beard. He watched you like he were trying to solve a puzzle.

“Well, I- uh,” you rubbed the back of your nervously neck, breaking your gaze from his. You almost felt that if you met his eyes you would lose a bit of yourself, drown in those analytical eyes. “I got annoyed at myself for not being able to fix this-” You gestured widely at the drone. “So I just kinda… stayed. I guess I really wanted to do something right on my first day, if that makes sense.” You felt yourself blabbering and all the while you felt his eyes continually trained on yours.

“No, that makes perfect sense.” His voice was quiet, barely above a whisper as he inched infinitesimally closer to you. “Hey…” His eyes moved down to your identification badge. His long fingers plucked it from your chest, the brief contact made you shiver. “[Y/N]... that’s a pretty name.” He murmured.

“Thank you Mr Beck,” You replied, finding your voice just as low as his.

“Please,” He replied, pushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Call me Quentin.”

“Are you sure that’s appropriate sir?” You asked, glancing around nervously.

“Why aren’t you looking me in the eye?” His tone made the question come out as more of a demand. An accusation. You slowly lifted your gaze though apparently that wasn’t quick enough as his large, soft hands (which you guessed had never seen manual labour in his life) took you by the chin, guiding your face upwards. He as strong beneath the suit, that much was for sure. “That’s better,” He smiled though it did not reach his gaze.

Beck finally released your chin from his iron grip when he seemed satisfied to have x-rayed your face, having it stored in his memory. He swiftly stepped back, allowing you breathing space for what felt like hours even though it must have been mere minutes.

“I’ll be looking forward to working closer with you, [Y/N].”

“Thank you, Be- Quentin .” you swiftly rectified your speech at the slight arch in his brow.

As he moved away you finally realised what was hiding behind those so sweet sky blue eyes: it was madness.

***

This is a repost!!!

Thank you for reading have a great day!

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