#peter parker songfic

[brokebonewritings]

It's Always Been Us

Matt Murdock x Reader

Tags: 18+, Fluff, Getting Together, Mentions of Alcohol

Summary: Matt retells a story of a night you haven't thought about for a long time. Song: Paul Rudd by Claud

Word Count: 1.4K

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Laughter filled the small space of your apartment. Not only of your and Matt’s but of your cousin visiting for dinner. Peter had called the day prior insisting on joining you both for dinner. Of course, you had no qualms and Matt enjoyed the younger man’s company just as much.

The current conversation was fixed on how you had pinned for Matt throughout college. Now that you were together, all the waiting and pining seemed worth it. You looked over at Matt and felt your heart swell with love.

"No way you were that in love." Peter chided.

You blushed and rolled the fork against the plate. "I mean, I wouldn't say I was in love or anything."

"I remember the night you almost confessed." Matt's voice flowed calmly through the air.

You and Peter both look towards your boyfriend. Your eyebrows were already raised with surprise, "What?"

"Oh yes! I have to hear this story!" Peter said, earning a chuckle from Matt.

"Well for starters, I have to preface that we were in college and being under the influence was a highlight of our weeks."

"Matt! Don't tell him that!" 

Peter shushes you, leaning on the table fully invested in the storytime. You roll your eyes, but can't help the small smile that tugs at the corners of your mouth. You remember that night vividly, the one Matt is referring to.

Walking down the steamed sidewalk, Foggy was leading the way to ‘the most incredible party of the year’. You had worried that both you and Matt would be overwhelmed by the amount of people, however he insisted it would be a small get together. Oftentimes it was not in fact a small get together. 

“How did you even find out about this get together?” You questioned. 

“I have my sources. Just like a magician, I will never share my secrets.” He said, swinging his arms happily in front of you.

“Is he doing that cartoon character walk again?” Matt asked beside you. 

You giggled quietly. “How did you know?”

“Lucky guess.” He responds, and you catch a glimpse of the small smile that danced across his face.

Foggy shoved his hands in his pockets as he listened to you and Matt conversing. “Okay fine! I heard an upperclassmen talk about it, and said it was an open door to everyone.”

“Aha! I knew something seemed weird about this. We’re crashing a party!” 

As the three of you made your way into the party, you were met with a sea of people, music blaring at full volume, and the smell of alcohol filling the air. You had never been a big party person, but feeling Matt’s grip on your arm tightened reminded you of why you decided to come. 

You stuck close to Matt as you navigated through the crowd, your heart pounding with excitement and nerves. The pulsating music seemed to vibrate through your entire body, and you couldn't help but feel a thrill at the chaos surrounding you.

Foggy was quick to disappear into the crowd, eager to make new acquaintances and revel in the party spirit. After what felt like an eternity, you reached a less crowded area near a makeshift bar.

You can see the way his jaw tightens and the noise in the house gets louder. It wasn't often that you saw him in such crowded and chaotic environments, but tonight was different. Tonight was about letting loose and having fun.

"Is everything okay?" you ask, leaning closer to him to be heard over the music.

Matt tilts his head towards you, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features. "Yeah, it's just... a lot. But I'm glad I'm here with you."

"Awe Murdock, Am I growing on you?"

"You can certainly say that" His chuckle soft in your ear.

His words warm your heart, and you squeeze his hand reassuringly. "Well you just stick with me, okay? Just focus on me and let the rest of the world fade away."

He nods gratefully, taking a sip of his drink before turning his attention back to you. The noise and commotion around you both fade into the background as you engage in deep conversation, sharing stories, laughter and drinks.

After a few more drinks, you decide to guide Matt to a worn-out couch tucked away in a corner, granting some respite from the overwhelming atmosphere. As you settled onto the couch, Matt's hand found its way to the small of your back, his touch grounding you amidst the chaotic energy.

The two of you sat close together, your bodies pressed against each other as you leaned into his warmth. The music continued to pulse through the air, but in this moment, it was nothing more than a distant hum.

"I'm really glad we came tonight," you confessed as you fidget with your cup. 

You couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for him. There were so many layers to Matt, so much strength and vulnerability intertwined within him. And in moments like these, when he allowed himself to let go and simply be, you felt privileged to witness that side of him.

Leaning in closer, you captured his lips in a tender kiss. It started slow and gentle, a sweet exploration of each oth-

"WAIT! Wait, Hold On!" Peter screeches, he folds his arms across his chest before chiding "That is so fake! You said this was almost a confession."

The laughter that escapes your lips is infectious. Before you know it, all three of you are in stitches. It continued for about 5 minutes before everyone began to calm down.

"Apologies, it was the perfect opportunity for a joke." Matt is still stifling his laughter.

"Oh, Pete! The look on your face was priceless!" 

Peter is unamused at this point. Both you and Matt were definitely two peas in a pod.

"Right," Matt clears his throat "Anyways, so we're on this couch..."

"I'm really glad we came tonight," you confessed as you fidget with your cup.

"Why is that?"

"Because I like being around you, and talking to you."

Matt smiled softly, his fingers tracing patterns along your arm. "Me too. It's nice to just be here with you, you make me feel seen, understood."

"I feel the same way, Matt. You've brought so much light into my life." The both of you sit in silence for a bit. As the loud EDM fades away, you say quietly. "I think I need to tell you something."

"Oh yeah?" His eyebrows raise as he turns his head in your direction. "What is it?"

Before you're able to say anything you feel your flip phone vibrate in your pocket. You pull it out to see it's the number of a close family friend. "Shit, Matt, I'm sorry I have to take this."

He nods before standing with you and you lead the both of you outside.

"What happened after that?" Peter is understandably confused.

You shift uncomfortably in your seat. "Well, actually, It was the night I found out my dad had passed."

"Oh man, Y/N, I'm so sorry." Peter starts.

“It’s okay! Really.” You say, “I’m glad I didn’t tell him that night.”

“Sweetheart.” Matt feigns offense. “I’m hurt.”

 “Shut it, Murdock!” You giggle before responding. “I’m glad it didn’t happen because I don’t think I would be where I am today.”

You all finish up dinner, the conversation continues with talk of school, cases, and projects. It was lighthearted, and having them both there made the apartment feel more like a home.

Peter helps you with the dishes while Matt takes a call for work. 

"You think he's the one?" Peter asks innocently.

Turning your head to look back at Matt, you can see the back of his head turn slightly while sitting on the couch. You know he can hear you.

"I really think so. He's my endgame."

"That's major then." 

You hum in response before changing the subject. Thinking back at the story Matt had told earlier. You did have regrets about that night, like leaving Foggy behind when the cops showed up and not talking to Matt later on about what you were going to say.

However, you feel as though your bond with Matt now was more solidified after being friends for so many years. Nothing could have warned you for the amount of love you felt for him now. 

"You think I can come over for Dinner every week?" Peter says, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"I would really love that, Pete!" You respond. "What days were you thinking?"

"Well I have this internship most days, but maybe Tuesdays?"

"Tuesdays are perfect. Of course you'll have to tell me all about that internship."

You hear the awkwardness of his chuckle before he responds, "Maybe one day."

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masterlist!! - a quick look at all of my work :)

spiderman!

super cafe! - tasm!peter

in sickness, and in health - tasm!peter , till death do us part

ghost of you - tasm!peter

to love someone else - tasm!peter

dc universe

lacy - dick grayson

when wally falls in love - wally west

masters of the air

sunday, monday or always - bucky egan

criminal minds

tolerate it - spencer reid , closure pt. 2

exile - spencer reid

andrew garfield!

love grows

crush culture , part 2.

sleepy baby!

steve harrington

bullshit.

i didnt mean it

joe keery

love songs about you

matt murdock

cruel summer

walter mckey

cant stand it

evan peters

labyrinth

delicate

miscellaneous !

dustin henderson - replacement

eddie munson - revealed insecurities

[novelizt]

✨ IT'S BEEN WAITING FOR YOU ✨

📸 1989 TV SONGFIC COLLECTION INCLUDING :

tim drake, draco malfoy, peter parker, gojo satoru, percy jackson, anthony lockwood

❗Unfinished prompts are subject to change. Fics with no hyperlinks are coming soon!

📷 TRACK 1 : Welcome To New York

“ IT'S BEEN WAITING FOR YOU ” — TIM DRAKE

you start life at the big apple and unexpectedly meet a fortune teller who informs you of the name of your future husband. you try not to think too hard about it, but it's difficult. considering your boss has the same name as your future husband.

📷 TRACK 2 : Blank Space

“ DON'T SAY I DIDN'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU ” — DRACO MALFOY

you act like a devil to get your husband to divorce you. only to discover that pushing him away only makes him hold on tighter.

📷 TRACK 3 : Style

“ WE NEVER GO OUT OF STYLE ” — TIM DRAKE

wayne enterprise heir x stark industries heiress

rivals in public, lovers in secret ; two heirs have an explicit arrangement because they can't risk their public image with anyone else.

📷 TRACK 4 : Out Of The Woods

“ WE WERE IN SCREAMING COLORS ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

you think you're hard to love, but he loves you like it's breathing.

📷 TRACK 5 : All You Had To Do Was Stay

“ ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS STAY ” — DRACO MALFOY

you and draco meet again after he had ignored you years before. he wants to tell you why he'd left but he doesn't know how you'd react to him being a criminal.

📷 TRACK 6 : Shake It Off

“ PLAYERS GONNA PLAY ” — GOJO SATORU

it's embarrassing to know that the rumors about you reach other schools. one faithful day, gojo satoru gives you unsolicited advice about doing the shit you want because you'd get hate whether or not you'd do it anyway. a bottle of wine later, and you begin to think he's right.

📷 TRACK 7 : I Wish You Would

“ I WISH YOU WOULD ” — PETER PARKER

your long-time friendship with peter had gone sour. after years of trying to put you behind bars, peter tries to save you from kraven, but you're not sure if you can trust him anymore.

“ I WISH WE COULD GO BACK AND REMEMBER WHAT WE WERE FIGHTING FOR ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

PEERING EYES OVER WROUGHT-IRON FENCES

📷 TRACK 8 : Bad Blood

“ STILL GOT THE SCARS ON MY BACK FROM YOUR KNIFE ” — DRACO MALFOY

turning from childhood friends to enemies, and then learning to tolerate each other after the war is a storm waiting to happen. especially when he had tried to kill you and failed.

📷 TRACK 9 : Wildest Dreams

“ SAY YOU'LL REMEMBER ME ” — PERCY JACKSON

you and percy agree to only see each other for the summer but as august draws to a close, it gets harder and harder to untangle your fingers from his.

📷 TRACK 10 : How You Get The Girl

“ FOR WORSE OR FOR BETTER ” — PERCY JACKSON

hitman! percy

percy is hired to kill an important man in singapore, not expecting to meet and fall for his target's daughter.

📷 TRACK 11 : This Love

“ THIS LOVE CAME BACK TO ME ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

you're back in town. as promised, lockwood welcomes you with open arms. the only difficulty was the fact that you kissed the last time you saw each other.

📷 TRACK 12 : I Know Places

“ I KNOW PLACES ” — PETER PARKER

marvel x pjo crossover ; daughter of athena! reader

peter's only trying to protect you but you're more scared of him than you are of the monsters coming after you.

📷 TRACK 13 : Clean

“ I THINK I AM FINALLY CLEAN ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

lockwood was cursed to be alone. you prove that your love can break curses.

📷 TRACK 14 : Wonderland

“ YOU AND I GOT LOST IN IT ” — TIM DRAKE

you and tim are thrown into wonderland by mad mod. the line between fantasy and reality blur; now, tim stares at you like he wishes you weren't enemies.

“ IT'S ALL FUN AND GAMES 'TIL SOMEBODY LOSES THEIR MIND ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

fantasy au!

you were a princess and you liked to dress in gold. one day, you're snatched by a dragon. come to find out that the dragon is a shape-shifting boy who thought you were a statue.

📷 TRACK 15 : You Are In Love

“ TRYING TO PUT IT INTO WORDS ” — TIM DRAKE

it's hard to find the right words to explain why you love tim.

📷 TRACK 16 : New Romantics

“ I CAN BUILD A CASTLE OUT OF ALL THE BRICKS THEY THROW AT ME ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

you recruit the daring anthony lockwood to stage a relationship that will rile up the press.

— FROM THE VAULT !!

📷 TRACK 17 : "SLUT!"

“ LOVELORN AND NOBODY KNOWS ” — PETER PARKER

a publication comes out, announcing that your hero selves are dating. now, you and peter have to distance yourselves because one, mary jane watson—renowned journalist, has been suspecting you of having an alter ego.

“ IN A WORLD OF BOYS, HE'S A GENTLEMAN ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

lockwood is tasked with the important task of protecting a foreign princess, you. you discovered that you liked his boyish charms more than expected.

📷 TRACK 18 : Now That We Don't Talk

“ THE MORE I GAVE, YOU'D WANT ME LESS ” — CHILDE

how bad can it be, to sleep with the enemy?

📷 TRACK 19 : Say Don't Go

“ I'M YOURS, BUT YOU'RE NOT MINE ” — ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

fantasy au!

you are the heir to the throne, soon to be coronated. he is your loyal guard. when repressed feelings come bubbling to the surface, it's hard to keep away. except, he has to, because a prince should be standing next to you, not him.

📷 TRACK 20 : Suburban Legends

“ BORN TO BE SUBURBAN LEGENDS ” — PETER PARKER

you became strangers when you thought you'd spend your whole lives together. one faithful day, peter gets sucked into an old polaroid picture, returning to the day it was taken; your 18th birthday.

📷 TRACK 21 : Is It Over Now?

“ FAST FORWARD TO 300 TAKEOUT COFFEES LATER ” — PETER PARKER

you and peter agreed to stop whatever was happening between you two for his sake. it wasn't good to date your employer's daughter, after all. the task wasn't easy when you work at the same place.

📷 HIDDEN TRACK : Sweeter Than Fiction

“ PROVED ME RIGHT WHEN YOU PROVED THEM WRONG ” — PETER PARKER

a lot of people had a lot to say about peter when his identity was revealed. he revered how you stuck by his side through all of that, even if all you did was run a fan account.

Feel free to message me if you want to be tagged in a certain fic 😊 I'm open to just squealing about our boys and/or Taylor Swift !!

🦋 — @novelizt 2023

[adsdragonlover]

Work Song

A Spideypool Songfic Drabble,

Thank god for Hozier

Peter trembles as he finally finishes speaking. It still hurts to talk about all those he’s lost. Ben, Harry, Gwen. So many of his loved ones laid in the cold, dark earth.

He can’t look at Wade, too ashamed.

“It’s not your fault,” Wade says, and Peter flinches.

“Yes it is,” Peter whispers. “It’s- all my fault. I’m the reason they’re in the ground.” He clenches his fists in the spandex of his suit, not caring how it’ll warp the fabric.

“I could’ve stopped the man who killed Ben. But I didn’t. And then he died. And I- I should’ve been able to help Harry. I should’ve- I could’ve tried harder.” He hastily wipes at the tears that are beginning to fall. “And Gwen,” his voice cracks. “I didn’t catch her.”

“She’s dead. They’re all dead. And I- I’ll never forgive myself.”

Wade reaches out and takes Peter’s hand. “I don’t really know what to say,” he admits. “But I don’t blame you.”

Peter sighs and squeezes Wade’s hand. “If it makes you feel better, you can’t kill me. No grave can hold my body down. I’ll always come back to you.”

Peter smiles, pulling Wade into a hug. “Thanks.”

[preciousbarnes]

You Were My Versailles At Night (Peter Parker/Reader)

Pairing: MCU!Peter Parker/Reader

Prompt: After a rough evening, feelings are discussed. Inspired by lyrics in the song Fourth of July by Fall Out Boy.

warnings: depictions of assault (its a mugging), then fluffy fluff fluff, hurt/comfort.

word count: 1.08k

Your best friend and part-time neighborhood vigilante had been out on patrol as you were walking back to your shared apartment from the night class you were enrolled in. Walking back home, you had your headphones in listening to your favorite podcast. It was about ten p.m. at this point, but you didn’t mind. You had always been more of an evening and night person, hence why you elected to take evening courses. You also found them less crowded than other classes, which was a bonus. Walking down the street, you were pulled out of your thoughts by a strong arm grabbing your waist and pulling you down a dark alley, before being thrown to the ground.

Across town, Peter was dressed in his Spiderman suit, lowering a sewer grate back into place after saving a mother cat and her two babies who had been washed down by a recent storm. Suddenly, Karen speaks.

“Sir, I have eyes on a mugging taking place in an alley off of 7th street,” the AI informs Peter as she shows him the grainy and dark video showing two shadowy figures in the alley. All Peter could make out was someone lying on the ground, as a much taller and sturdier person beating them.

Peter quickly made his way to the alley, swinging and jumping from building to building before creeping to the alley and taking stance behind the attacker. He deployed his webbing, wrapping the attacker from head-to-toe in the strong substance, subduing and eliminating the threat quickly, and then turning to the victim. Who he saw made his heart stop.

“No, no, no, no, no,” He muttered to himself in quick succession as he kneeled next to the victim. It was you, laying there unconscious in a pool of blood, a bruise already forming under your left eye.

“K-Karen, run a diagnostic scan on them, please, and tell me how to get to the nearest hospital” He asks, this voice full of emotion, scooping you up gently, ready to get you to the nearest hospital. A map with a route to the fastest trauma center appeared in his mask, giving him an optimum way to get you there within just a few minutes.

“It appears that they have multiple contusions and cuts, two cracked ribs, and a concussion, sir” Karen informs Peter, as she continually updates him on the route to the hospital.

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It was now past midnight, and Peter found himself sitting in a small hospital chair next to your bed where your unconscious form laid. Luckily, he had been able to call Ned to bring him some normal clothes to him to he could come in to see you. Listed as your emergency contact, which surprised him, the doctors had been able to tell him your condition, which was exactly what Karen had reported to him. Peter looked over to you, taking in your appearance. He hated himself for not getting there sooner.

“You are my favorite ‘what if’, and my best ‘I’ll never know’” He whispers to himself as he holds one of your hands in both of his, bringing it to his lips to kiss gently.

At the noise you stirred, turning your head to face him and squinting at the stale white light in the hospital room.

“Wha?” you ask softly.

“Honey, are you up? How are you feeling? Can I get you anything? I’m so sorry,” Peter quickly rambles, his hold on your hand tightening.

“What did you say?” you ask again.

Peter swallows. He had come close to losing you tonight, and he refused to go another day without you knowing how he felt, even though he was sure you wouldn’t feel the same.

“I said, ‘you are my favorite what if, and my best I’ll never know’, I love you. I know you don’t feel the same, but I need you to know that,” He says, tears in his eyes.

You smile softly and remove your hand from his hold, resulting in a hurt expression on his face briefly before your hand reaches up to caress his cheek and wiping a tear away that falls.

“I love you too, so I’m not a something you’ll ‘never know’” you tell him softly, smiling as he moves his head to kiss your palm before leaning his face back into your hand.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t get there sooner, sweetheart,” He tells you, sounding absolutely heartbroken as more tears fall.

“No, Peter, please. Don’t you dare be sorry. You most likely saved my life. I remember that guy had a knife, he could have killed me. You got there, you got me here, and I’m going to survive. I don’t think I’ll be taking night classes again for a while, but I’ll be alright.” You tell him sternly. You don’t want this precious human and your personal hero now ever doubting himself. While it is true you feel anxious even imagining being out at night now, you know that’s the new trauma talking, which you will work to address with your therapist to continue to heal emotionally and mentally as well as physically from the attack.

“I’m making you something, a ring,” He tells you with conviction.

“Well, I know we proclaimed our love for one another just now, but it might be a little soon for a ring, honeybun,” you joke, making him smile and shake his head as he laughs with you.

“Then a bracelet or something. I’m making you a personal panic button. I never want this to happen again. I’m going to make it so it looks completely normal but if you press it I’ll know where you are immediately and that you need me,” He tells you, softly brushing a hair out of your face.

Normally you’d object to gifts, but this one sounded perfect. You would know he’s always going to be there for you if you’d need him. You nod in agreement.

“Okay, sounds good to me, I’d like that a lot actually,” you tell him before yawning, the pain medication starting to kick in more, making you feel drowsy again.

Peter leans in and kissed you on the cheek before caressing your face with the hand not holding yours at the moment.

“Go to sleep, sweetheart; I’ll be here,” He whispers to you. His soft smiling face is the last thing you see as you slowly drift into a peaceful sleep, knowing your hero was there to keep you safe.

[winterspiderpurrs]

Okay so I'm not one for song fics but I heard this months ago and I thought it would fit well! Then today the artist popped back up on my Spotify and was like.... this is a sign!

Anywho.... hope you like it!

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When the Avengers invited him to the gala fundraiser, he was excited! Course no one knew his identity, so he would have to wear his suit still, but he could wear a tux over it! Peter would make sure to swing by a 2nd hand shop to find something that would fit him. There was no way his high school prom suit would still fit him.

But once it was the day of the event, and he got there 30mins after it started. Other then a couple of greetings he was ignore. Some guest giving him dirty looks. Sure he knows not everyone likes Spiderman. He didn't fit into the "super hero" role. And with what gets printed at The Bulge well he knows some people may be wary of him.

Spending most of the night standing in the corner, only really leaving that spot to hit the appetizer table. He doesn't mind being left out. Used to it by this point. But it still hurt a little bit with being invited, but then once there, not included in any of the photos with the team. Being included more in anything going on at the event.

Sighing, he slinks off to wonder around. Eventually, he finds a room that looks like an unused living room with a piano in it. He can still hear the event going on, and he was further away, so it's not likely anyone would stumble into the room.

Sitting down on the bench infront of the piano. He played a couple random keys. Listening again to make sure no one was heading to this room before he stared playing a tune. Humming a little bit before he started to sing.

"The golden age is over, falling to its knees

Still waking up from the American dream

Now that I'm sober, I lost my relief

The older I get, the better I see

We're all chasing relics of history

Stars burned out in time

I'm a pariah in a big city

With fake ass messiahs asking for pity

We're left for dead 'cause we're stuck in our heads

It's hard to witness this modern-day sickness"

While Peter was singing and playing the piano, he wasn't paying close attention to the foot steps heading his way. Then the door opened and then closed quietly.

"Take all the colors, paint them black and white

Close all the blinds so you can't see the light

We're overstimulated, medicated

What the hell have we created?

Praising our Gods when they can't fucking save us

I'm a pariah in a big city

With fake ass messiahs asking for pity

We're left for dead 'cause we're stuck in our heads

It's hard to witness this modern-day sickness (oh)

Modern-day sickness (oh)

We're all chasing dreams that are make believe

'Til the day we die

I'm a pariah in a big city

With fake ass messiahs asking for pity

We're left for dead 'cause we're stuck in our heads

It's hard to witness this modern-day sickness

I'm a pariah in a big city

With fake ass messiahs asking for pity (asking for pity)

We're left for dead 'cause we're stuck in our heads

It's hard to witness this modern-day sickness (ooh, ooh)

It's hard to witness this modern-day sickness........"

Someone started clapping and in his surpise/panic Peter jumped and evened up falling off the piano bench.

Who was it that walked in??? I feel like this is a good song..... LET ME KNOW!

[fandomizer]

Avengers x teen! reader

Captain America x adopted! Daughter! Reader

Tony Stark x teen! Reader

Peter Parker x Reader <Friendship>

TW: Death, Neglection, Swear words, Drug use, Not Proofread

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                 𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌: Mary On A Cross

                             [Cross-Drug]      

                 01:32 ——◦———— 04:04

                            ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

                ↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

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"What are you doing with these, [Y/N]?"

"Give 'em back!"

But through all the sorrow

[Y/N] let out a bull laugh "I can't believe you went in to my bags!"

All avengers were looking at her. Some with anger and some with disappointment. "Kid, this is serious. You ca–"

"Ironic, coming from you Tony. And stop acting like you care! 'Cuz none of you do!" she went for the elevator before Vision approach her.

"We care, Dusk, if we didn't we wouldn't be having this conversation right now." Natasha said, making [Y/N] halt.

"Don't... Don't. You. Ever. Call. Me that!" her tone was emotionless and venomous at the same time.

We were riding high

"Hey, it's alright. Okay? No one's angry we– I just want to understand why. I'm sure you have a good reason."

And the truth of the matter is

"You want to understand? You ask me WHY? You want the truth? THE REAL TRUTH, CLINT? When they said some one was gonna adopt me I was curious and happy. But then I learn that the one who got adopted was Dusk and not me." tears started to gather in her eyes. Voice shaking. Hands wondering around her pockets. Looking for something little to bring her some release.

I had to let you go, let you go

"[Y/N], that's not an excuse of your actions." everyone eyed Steve with the evidence of shock in their eyes.

"Steve, don't start now." Tony was getting irritated, he had seen this exact look a long time ago. In the face of his loved one.

"Shut the fuck up, old man! You've never wanted me! You don't want anyone in your life expect for that SHIELD's Founder! But news flash, she is dead! Had a great life without you too! Why can't you just let it go?!" [Y/N] shouted, meaning every word she said. Tears of sadness and anger leaking down her cheeks.

"Know your place, kid." Steve had straighten up his shoulders. In an attempt of appearing bigger in her eyes.

"What if I don't?!" she was trying his limits, as well as hers and her friends.

"Y—"

"Shut up, Steve! Just shut up!" Iron man cut off his 'friend's' words.

"How I talk to my daughter is not your business, Tony. She did something wrong which deserves a punishment."

"You, your murder machine friend and SHIELD are enough of a punishment to her!" the stern look in his eyes was telling a tragic story.

"I know it's hard for you to understand but keep your egoistical self out of this, Stark. Because not everything's about you."

"Says the man who's the king of melancholia." muttered [Y/N], getting Captain's attention back on her.

You go down just like Holy Mary

"What is that suppose to mean, young lady?!"

"You know what I mean. I'm going to my room."

Mary on a Mary on a cross

In her room [Y/N] sat on the floor, her back against the door. She had her arms wrapped around her legs keeping them close to her chest. On the floor, right next to [Y/N], there was an empty needle. She could hear them fighting but she couldn't careless as the drugs had hit her brain.

Not just another Bloody Mary

It had been hours since the girl last seen by the team. [Y/N]'s breaths had become shallow as the drug's done it's work. She, for once felt at peace as the non-talked sleepiness took over her body.

Knock Knock , Knock   ,   

Knock Knock , Knock Knock Knock   ,  

Knock Knock , Knock

She looked up, confused, at the door knob. She thought what was wrong with this stranger and the way they knocked on the door. The knocking repeated itself. [Y/N] let out a frustrated sigh as she tried to get up. Key word, tried. She hold onto the knob, pulling herself on her shaking legs. Before she could turn the knob she fell down with a thud. Alerted, the stranger at the door –Peter–asked if she was okay.

Mary on a, Mary on a cross

After getting no response, he invited himself in.

Not just another Bloody Mary

What Peter saw when he got in the room was one of the most scariest things he had ever seen, even though he is a crime fighter spider. [Y/N] was laying on her side not moving and lips turned blue. He knew she was breathing or at least trying to, her heart rate was slowing down too drawing her near death more. Peter wondered why FRIDAY didn't send them any notification then remembered what his friend was best at. Hackinc.

"Mr. Stark!" he bend down next to [Y/N].

"What's wrong kid?" Tony asked as he came by the door.

"She needs medical attention."

Tony stood there like he didn't hear Peter. He continued to stare ahead. They needed to move fast if they wanted her to stay alive.

Mary on a, Mary on a—

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I hope you like it

Part 2?

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Why aren’t we talking about the fact that Ricky Martin’s ‘Livin La Vida Loca’ is the PERFECT Spideycat song? 

The first lines are literally

She's into superstitions Black cats and voodoo dolls I feel a premonition That girl's gonna make me fall

HELLO?? The song even calls out specific traits, like how Felicia is only ever shown drinking champagne-

She never drinks the water and Makes you order French champagne Once you've had a taste of her You'll never be the same Yeah, she'll make you go insane Come on!

I love the idea of the song being from Pete’s perspective, him reflecting on how Felicia drives him more into the life of Spider-man at the expense of his sanity - but how he loves her despite of it.

Upside, inside out She's livin' la vida loca She'll push and pull you down Livin' la vida loca Her lips are devil red And her skin's the color mocha She will wear you out Livin' la vida loca Come on!

Someone write a fic of this PLEASE

[swtki]

Hey all! I’m opening up requests to help me out of a writing slump!

Please send me requests, these are the guidelines I have:

My readers are ALWAYS inclusive 100% in fluff, this means GN, race neutral, and size neutral.

My smuts are inclusive to all Fems, meaning I only use she/her pronouns and afab anatomy, however race, and size are neutral.

I will be creating a rec post for Trans! readers, black! readers, cis male readers, any type of specific reader soon <3

Characters I will write for:

-Loki Laufeyson

-Bucky Barnes

- Steve Rogers

- TASM! Peter Parker

- Spencer Reid

Please do not ask for any other characters or any ships other than x reader.

Things I will write:

-smut (fem dom or vanilla)

-fluff (any and all)

-angst (past trauma, current trauma, breakups and heartbreak)

-dark fics (stalking, perv)

start sending them babes !

[thealtoduck]

Masterlist: MCU / X Men

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No pairing:

Being Valkyrie’s son and joining the Revengers… and saving Asgard… Sort off

Becoming Black Widow’s sidekick and just being generally cool…

You’re Tony Stark’s actual intern but you’re also a badass…

You’re Tony’s son with super hearing…

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Peter Parker:

Being a psychic and going to school with Peter Parker…

Your basically a male version of Mercy from Overwatch and dating Peter Parker…

Again you are a male version of Mercy from Overwatch and your dating Peter Parker but that’s not really the focus of this story…

Okay so you are a male version of Kim Possible and you save Peter Parker…

Meeting Peter and being the oldest child in the Addams Family…

I love you (Smut)

So your basically Danny Phantom but your also part of the Avengers… + Peter Parker becomes your boyfriend…

Just some small relationship and powers headcanons for basically being Danny Phantom and part of the Avengers… (A little smut)

You’re an alien but you also have a magic car and you hook up with Spider-Man… (Smut)

Having Sandman’s superpowers and being saved by Peter Parker…

Peter’s boyfriend with the powers of Invisible Woman… (A little smut)

Drivers License (Songfic + Angst)

Being Peter Parker’s boyfriend and living with the iconic legends the Golden Girls… (aka: I made an iconic crossover)

Being the Nova and being frienemies with Peter Parker…

You’re basically D.va from Overwatch and you meet Peter Parker…

Being the son of Emma Frost and being in the same class as Peter Parker…

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Flash Thompson:

One Time Thing (Smut)

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Series:

Peter Parker x Male Black Cat!Reader - Masterlist

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No Pairing:

Being a mutant and joining Xavier’s school…

Being a student at Xavier’s school and unlocking your second mutation…

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[munsster]

MARVEL MASTERLIST

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(*) NSFW

(♪) songfic

BUCKY BARNES

Road Trip (Trope Bingo) — You think Bucky is shallow for rejecting a pretty stranger in North Dakota. Little do you know.

Hell-bent* — All you want is attention from your boyfriend. Though, during a life/death mission may not be the best time to crave it.

Sharing a Bed (Trope Bingo) — You're cold, Bucky's a living heater. Need I say more?

STEVE ROGERS

Through and Through — The most stubborn man in the world has no one to blame for that gunshot but himself. And all over again, you'll clean him up.

PETER PARKER

N/A

NATASHA ROMANOFF

N/A

LOKI

N/A

STUCKY X READER

N/A

WINTERWIDOW X READER

N/A

RANSOM DRYSDALE

Take Me to Church���* — The Drysdale heir gets on his knees for his darling goddess.

[panandinpain0]

Oh yeah one more (again, a problem is showing 💀) remember when I asked abt songfics? While not rlly a songfic, could I get one where it’s (tom holland’s) Peter Parker x Male Reader inspired by Jet Lag by Simple Plan and Natasha Bedingfielf (stan Nat Bedingfield) where Peter is abroad on a long mission and y/n is just stuck at home rebuilding the death star with Ned, but they really miss each other a buttload

Time Difference

Shuuuttt upppp- I'd never heard of this song before but I listened to it and have so many ideas for this fic- I'm in love.

I haven't done many songfics so I hope I didn't format this weird or anything-

I'm considering this as like a part 2 of Roses- established relationship and all that.

I skip a view verses just because they don't work with the story- but the bulk of the song is included!

BOLD is (Y/N)'s texts and normal are Peter's.

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Requested by: @mailmango

Peter Parker x Male!Reader

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Hugging each other tightly, Peter kissed (Y/N) as they said goodbye. Peter was about to go on a mission abroad, but as far as (Y/N) knew it was just a trip for his internship to meet some amazing scientists and engineers in Europe.

He'd be gone for three weeks- which was far too long for teenagers in a relationship. But off he flew, and (Y/N) went back home, waiting for the text that he had landed.

What time is it where you are? I miss you more than anything

Peter hung upside-down from the hotel ceiling, something he often did when feeling anxious. Other than a dim lamp in the corner, his phone was the only light in the room, shining a blue light over his face.

He smiled a bit at one of (Y/N)'s texts, before sending one back. They would usually be on FaceTime but this was their way of acting like they were going to bed even though they weren't.

"What time is it for you?"

"early"

Peter rolled his eyes with a smile.

"You need to get ready for school."

"and you need to be getting some sleep!"

He could imagine the exact look (Y/N) was making with his face, sad that he couldn't be there to see it in person.

Instead of hitting the FaceTime button like he wanted so badly to do, he just said what he was feeling.

"I miss you"

"i miss you more 🫶"

I'm back at home, you feel so far Waiting for the phone to ring

(Y/N) was over at Ned's house, supposedly studying. In reality all he was doing was nervously glancing at his phone every few seconds.

"Why can't you call him, again?" Ned asked for the hundredth time, sick of his friend not paying attention.

"Because he might be at some important meeting! Or he might be asleep, I don't know- this time difference is screwing me up." (Y/N) bit his nail as he tried to focus on his work again.

He felt bad for treating Ned like this, but he didn't always do this. He just hadn't gotten the call that he usually got around lunch time so now he was anxious.

Picking up his phone he sent Peter a quick text message.

"i'll call you before i go to bed- stay safe and keep having fun!"

Biting his lip he shook his head after it sent, putting his phone down and looking at his notebook. It felt like Peter was a whole planet away, not just an ocean.

When Peter finally saw the text message he wanted to kick himself.

"Kid, come on, we've got to get you some first aid," Tony insisted, trying to get Peter to follow him. They'd just finished fighting and they were both roughed up.

Tony knew the second he got his hands on his phone, Peter wouldn't be available anymore (and would likely ignore his injuries to make sure his boyfriend was okay first).

"I'm so sorry (Y/N), we can definitely call tonight- emergency meeting happened before I was able to call :("

The reply was instant.

"dw babe, i can wait <3 it may come as a surprise to you but i can be very patient"

It's getting lonely living upside down I don't even wanna be in this town Tryna figure out the timezone's making me crazy

When Peter wasn't nervously hanging upside down like a bat on his ceiling, he was adventuring the cities he went to with his fellow Avengers (well- eventually fellow Avengers he hoped).

But everywhere he went he was reminded of (Y/N), things to buy him or pictures to send him- all he wanted to do was be with (Y/N).

Cuddling, watching a movie- and he missed his friends too. As he fell asleep one night he thought about a movie night with (Y/N), Ned, and MJ- or sitting at lunch with them.

Not to mention the time difference was throwing both boyfriend's out of wack-

You say goodmorning when it's midnight Going out of my head, alone in this bed

Peter lay in his bed, wide awake despite the late hour. He didn't often sleep with (Y/N), no matter how many times he wanted to web over to his house after patrol. (Y/N) didn't know about Spider-Man yet, and Peter didn't know when he'd tell him.

But they'd often fall asleep together during hang outs. They'd stay up all night texting/calling and then snuggle together in person- and it'd been two weeks without that.

Peter was feeling alone in the big empty hotel bed.

Suddenly his phone went off and he picked it up.

"morning babe! got coffee and thought of you <3" (Y/N) sent with an attached picture of him at the coffee shop they would frequent together.

Peter sent back a picture of him (it was obvious he had to use the flash of his phone because of the dark of the room) holding a thumbs up with a tired smile.

"Can't wait to go there together when I get back!"

I wake up to your sunset It's driving me mad, I miss you so bad

The couple always sent pictures of the sky to each other, even when Peter was in Queens with (Y/N).

(Y/N) had become lonely, even with his near constant contact with Peter. He missed holding him, his hand. Kissing him.

So he went up to the roof of his apartment building, where he and Peter would relax together often.

He didn't want to cry- it's not like Peter was off at war. He was safe with Mr. Stark and his security team, having fun. He should feel happy for Peter, but he felt like Peter hadn't told him the whole truth about the trip.

Regardless, he took a picture of the sunset he'd been watching and sent it to Peter with a text;

"wanted to share my sunset with you. i can't wait for you to come home"

He wanted to add an "I love you" but decided against it. They hadn't said it yet and that'd be a pretty shitty way to start saying it.

Maybe when he gets back (Y/N) will tell him.

The first thing Peter did when he opened his eyes was reach for his phone- as he had the entire trip. That was the text he woke up to- sent only ten minutes ago.

Standing up from his bed he opened the windows, looking out at the city they were in. The sun was still rising, so he took a picture of it and sent it back.

"My sunrise to your sunset. Poetic, if you ask me"

And my heart-heart-heart is so jet lagged Heart-heart-heart is so jet lagged Heart-heart-heart is so jet lagged Is so jet lagged

What time is it where you are? Five more days and I'll be home

"Only five more days!" (Y/N) announced as he opened the door to his room, going straight to his calendar to mark it off.

Ned and MJ, who had followed behind him, dropped their backpacks and found a place to study.

"Then you'll finally be tolerable again," MJ muttered, clicking her pen as she waited for (Y/N) to sit down with them.

"Oh no, they'll be worse together. I say at least a week of constant PDA and love-sick phrases," Ned corrected, nodding assuredly.

(Y/N) basically jumped out of his skin as his phone went off, quickly pulling it out of his pocket.

"Five more days <3"

Smiling brightly, (Y/N) texted back.

"five more days!"

MJ groaned as she thought about Ned's response and kicked (Y/N) in the shin.

"Ow!"

"Get your ass out of the clouds and help me with my calc homework," MJ ordered with a glare.

Rolling his eyes (Y/N) joined them on the floor, pulling out his stuff.

"You can't tell me you're not excited for Peter to be back," (Y/N) said towards Ned, glancing up at him.

"I am- or I will be, once he's back for at least a week. I'm counting it as four weeks because he'll only get out of the clouds, as MJ said, after a week of you."

"It won't be like that guys, I promise. We can be in a relationship and still be present with our friends!" (Y/N) protested, opening MJ's calculus book.

Ned and MJ shared a look, doubtful. (Y/N) saw and became even more determined to not hoard Peter all to himself when he got back.

I been keeping busy all the time Just to try to keep you off my mind

The next few days were unbearable for (Y/N)- well, for Peter too, but those last days were packed with fighting so he was distracted.

Desperately trying to find things to keep his mind off Peter, he decided to rebuild the Lego death star with Ned (who just wanted to make sure his friend was okay).

It worked for a while, and when they finished it was late- but he still had two days to wait for Peter to come home.

Ned went back to his house with a joyful goodbye- over the last couple of weeks the one-on-one time he had with (Y/N) was usually filled with talking about Peter, but he got a few gems like tonight out of it.

Reading books, painting with MJ, doing puzzles with Aunt May- none of it helped (Y/N) much.

So agony was what was left for the next few days.

I miss you so bad (I miss you so bad) I miss you so bad (I miss you so bad) I miss you so bad (I wanna share your horizon) I miss you so bad (And see the same sun rising) I miss you so bad (And turn the hour back to when you were holding me)

(Y/N) stood with Aunt May and his friends in May's apartment, rocking on the balls of his feet anxiously. Peter had taken Mr. Stark's private jet and he said that Happy would be driving him to the apartment.

A little welcoming party was set up; cake, his favorite dinner, his favorite movie ready to be booted up. Now all that was left was Peter.

The door swung open and once (Y/N) saw his face, he held himself back from launching into his arms.

Aunt May greeted him first, inspecting his face (which was covered in cuts and bruises). (Y/N) was taken aback- what happened in Europe?

When the shock wore off and May was finished greeting him, Peter pulled (Y/N) into a hug as he got close enough.

They rocked back and forth, Peter smiling from ear to ear and (Y/N) frowning with concern.

"Are you okay? What happened?" (Y/N) whispered into his ear, running a hand through the back of his hair.

"I'll explain everything later, I promise."

(Y/N) was okay with that- as long as he got an explanation later. He let the worry go for a second to pull back and give Peter a peck on the lips. He was gonna tell him-

"I missed you."

He chickened out.

"I missed you too," Peter whispered back.

"Promise we'll talk later?"

"Promise."

Hardly separating the whole night, the boys ate dinner with their small family- and enjoyed themselves the whole time.

The heavier topics could be saved for later, because now was the time to be happy that they were together again.

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Whatdya think? I think this one was pretty good.

Hope this was good mango!

-Author Max <3

[zirconika]

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[adsdragonlover]

Spideypool Daily Songfic Drabbles

Day 1; This Side of Paradise by Coyote Theory

“Are you lonely?” Wade asks as they sit beside each other on the rooftop.

“What?”

“You just- you seem lonely, Webs.”

Spidey scoffs and looks away, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Look, all I’m tryna say is… I’m lonely too. If you want- I mean, we could be lonely together?” He offers, looking at the way the moonlight reflects off Spidey’s lenses, he’s practically glowing.

Spidey sighs and leans against Wade’s shoulder. “I’m not lonely,” he whispers, turning to look at Wade. “I’ve got you.”

Wade smiles softly. “So we don’t need to be lonely together?”

“Nah. Just together.”

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

Try to Remember

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54139963 by Avengerly Peter closed his eyes and tried to remember... He remembered lying back, with his head resting on his dad’s lap at the piano, just like he always did. Except this time when Peter looked up at him, opening his eyes, they were amongst the clouds. Tony was wearing white, his hair full and thick, not a spot of grey in sight. He looked at peace with angelic white wings and that same familiar, heartwarming smile. Tony was here and he was okay… The sight was enough to make Peter’s eyes water. Just as he did, his father figure gently hushed him comfortingly and began to sing and play the piano softly, the same words as always: Words: 3166, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Iron Man (Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Categories: Gen Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark Additional Tags: Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Protective Tony Stark, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Canonical Character Death, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Precious Peter Parker, Peter Parker Gets a Hug, Hurt Peter Parker, Suicidal Thoughts, Peter Parker Lives, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, don’t worry there’s still plenty of fluff, Peter Parker Calls Tony Stark "Dad", Tony Stark Calls Peter Parker "Baby", Italian Tony Stark, Sleepy Cuddles, Platonic Relationships, Platonic Cuddling, Father-Son Relationship, Hopeful Ending, Songfic read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54139963

[yonniebonnie]

Okay I might actually start writing now, but I think I’ll start off with head cannons for right now because I’m not 100% confident in my writing skills. I know I’m not absolute shit when it comes to writing, but I have noticed that I tend to repeat certain words so I’ll have to work on that 😭

Characters that I might write for:

Peter Maximoff (obviously)

Maybe other characters from the X-men series

Tate Langdon

Luke Cooper (there’s not a lot of fics for him and I’d like to change that 😏)

Jennifer Check

Stu Macher

Charlie Walker

Mickey Altieri

Ethan Landry

Amber Freeman

Jill Roberts

Literally any Ghostface other than Richie, Nancy Loomis, and detective Bailey💀

Also open to writing for other scream characters like Tatum, Dewey, or Sam

Peter Parker (whichever one)

Conner DBH

The Maze Runner characters

Every Wednesday character except for Xavier (sorry, don’t feel comfortable writing for Percy Hynes White 🤷🏾‍♀️)

Stanley Barber (y’all still remember IANOWT?)

And that’s basically it for right now. Also Peter, Tate, and Luke are the only Evan Peters characters I’ll be writing for just for right now because I haven’t finished the other seasons of American Horror Story yet, but maybe in the future I’d probably be interested in writing for characters like Kit Walker or Kyle Spencer. There’s other characters that I wouldn’t mind trying to write for that I haven’t mentioned, but just ask and I’ll give you an answer.

I can write:

Any gendered readers: female readers, gender neutral readers, and male reader

Nsfw: don’t be afraid to request suggestive stuff. I don’t mind writing kinky stuff, but not too kinky like the piss kink or daddy kink bc it personally makes me uncomfortable (however, I’ll allow mommy kinks).

Kinks: Needed a section to put what kinks I allow. I will write for breeding kinks, breath play, bondage, pain kink, knife play, blood kink, dom/sub, degradation, BDSM; whatever, just ask.

Sfw: I’ll write fluff, hurt comfort, angst, any tropes, just whatever. I’m fine with platonic fics.

Semi Dark fics: I like Scream and American Horror Story, so you know there’s going to be some dark fics. I don’t mind prompts where the characters are possessive or obsessive (but not abusive). I also don’t mind writing for Yandere characters.

Poc reader inserts: I’m black, so I’d love writing stuff for black readers as well.

Fandoms: X-men, Wednesday, Scream, Spiderman verse, The Maze Runner series, Detroit Become Human, The Umbrella Academy (that’s it for rn)

I won’t write:

Celebrities/Real People: As much as I find their character’s attractive, I don’t feel comfortable writing for the actor/actress themself. I don’t know them personally, so I don’t feel any interest in writing anything for them.

Guy x male reader smut: it’s not bc of homophobia, it’s simply just because I don’t feel comfortable writing gay smut. As a woman, I just don’t want to make people think I’m sexualizing gay men. The most I’ll do is write suggestive stuff, but I won’t write full on smut.

OC inserts: I strictly write for reader inserts. I won’t be writing anything specifically for one reader.

Shipping: I don’t write for character x character. Nothing against them, I just only have an interest for reader inserts.

Smut for teenage characters: I’m 18, so I will not be writing smut for characters under 18, especially if they are portrayed by literal teenagers. However, for characters like on Wednesday where the characters are portrayed by adults in their 20s and even 30s, if you want smut for them it should be fine as long as they’re aged up to be 18.

These: non-con, step-cest/incest, r4pe themes, drugging, somnophilia, age regression, ddlg, piss kink (squirting’s fine), huge age gaps, race play, pedophilia, etc. Once again, if you’re not sure what kinks I’ll write for, feel free to ask

Traumatic stuff: I will not write things like abuse victim, rape victim, or self harm victim prompts. I will write angst, but I won’t write anything too depressing. I came here for a good time, let me be happy and delusional in peace 😪

Songfics: So random, but I hate when fics have lyrics within them. They confuse me too much and I also find them kind of cringey. I absolutely despise songfics, I’m so sorry babes 😭