#stacy angst anon

[alisblackgf]

hello! could you make spider gwen dating headcanons? thanks!

hey hey! of course <3

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: gwen stacy x gn!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff (with an itsy bit of angst) :)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: just some dating headcanons for gwen!

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: she’s such a traumatized lil cutie i love her. btw some slight atsv spoilers! (also, if you wanna be tagged for future works, just let me know!)

𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

in the beginning of your relationship, she’d be fairly awkward.

don’t get her wrong, she’s comfortable around you!

she just can’t help it when she sees your adorable face!

for example, if you two were to hold hands, her hands would be sort of sweaty.

“gwen, why are your hands sweaty?”

“what- no! they’re not sweating, my hands are just- crying!”

“…huh?”

she would definitely die inside after saying that.

but you find it adorable nonetheless.

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞

her love language would be gift giving or quality time.

she loves spending time with you.

especially those times where not a single word needs to be spoken.

you two can just enjoy each others’ presence and be at peace with the silence.

now with gift giving, she asks you about things you like and tries to connect with you through them.

if you really enjoy music, she’d get you a vinyl from your favorite band or make you a playlist.

if you’re artistic, she’d get you decent-quality colored pencils or make you a little clay figure (it probably won’t be good).

“uh, gwen, what’s that supposed to be?”

“it’s you!”

“well, i look like i got hit by 2 buses and 10 trucks.”

“okay, you know what-”

all that matters is that she tried!

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭

you’re her biggest source of comfort.

after what happened with her dad finding out she was spider-woman, she wanted to be anywhere but home.

so she always came to you.

she feels as if she belongs more at your home rather than her own.

sometimes, she doesn’t want to utter a word.

“do you wanna talk about it?”

and when she shakes her head no, you understand.

you open up your arms for her and she climbs into them, no questions asked.

all she needs is to be here with you, and she thanks you for allowing her to be.

𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬

she loves your kisses; however she isn’t often initiating them.

still, she will if she wants to! but she enjoys having you cup her cheeks and pepper her face in kisses.

her cheeks begin to get warm and butterflies swarm in her stomach.

you make her feel so loved and she adores it!

when she does initiate it, though, it’s gentle.

she treats you as if you’re fragile, as if one little tap could shatter you.

you guys upside-down kiss if you know she’s spider-woman (she probably wouldn’t tell you until she absolutely knows she can, after what happened with her dad).

however, if you were to figure it out on your own, she’d feel a little guilty for not telling you sooner, but it greatly speeds up the process for the upside-down spidey kiss!

“can we try something?”

“what do you have in mind?”

“okay so, it requires you to be upside down-”

she knows what you want to do. and she complies, because she loves you.

and you love her.

i hope this was what you wanted, anon :)

tags: @pr0wlerpunk

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Raging Storm

Pairing: Dean Winchester x 18!Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~1.8k

Warnings: angst, being bullied, harsh insults, being called freak and worthless, someone wanting you to kill yourself, heartbreak

Request by anon: Hey can i request a one shot where the Winchester brothers and Castiel find out that before Michael and Lucifer go to hell they pregnant a woman that died giving birth to the reader (yn) that is the most powerful being in the existence and she is the first hybrid of all species, she is also the embodiment karma and the void, the princess of heaven and hell, the antichrist, Dean Winchester soulmate, the niece of angels and demons, descendant of the pagan gods and four horsemen of apocalypse, and more things and they need to find her because she is so powerful and she can destroy everything but in the end she is super innocent and shy girl???. with fluffy ending.

Summary: You've always been different than everyone else around you but you have no idea why. Things happen around you that you can't control or have no understanding of, but then Dean Winchester comes into your life promising to help make sense of it all.

Square Filled: window for @spnonewordbingo (deleted bingo)

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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This is the third week this month that the sky has been cloudy and gray. It’s fitting since it matches your mood. All you want to do is get through today and go home where you feel the safest. You hate it here. You’re about to graduate but it needs to come faster. You want to get out of this hellhole and away from these hellish people.

You look up and see your school in the distance with people shuffling into the building. God, I hate everyone here. You’re not even sure how it started but you walked into school one day and everyone hated you. The internet talks about bullying and how much it can ruin a person’s life, but you never knew it could get this bad.

You’re not sure why you’re getting bullied. Sure, you’re very timid and shy but you’re one of the nicest people there is. You’re sweet and friendly to everyone, but that doesn’t seem to matter to some people.

You keep your head down even when you get to school, ignoring the stares you get from some people. The first class of the day is science, which you love, but there are three people in that class that make those fifty minutes feel like hell. You take your seat in the very back by the windows when one of the most popular girls in school comes in. She is followed by her two friends who are basically puppies looking for attention.

“Look girls, the neighborhood freak is here.”

Your heart hurts at her words. You’ve always been bullied by her ever since you could remember. You two attended the same elementary school, the same middle school and junior high, and now the same high school. She’s been tormenting you ever since she knew she gained power by her words.

Maybe she senses you’re a bit different than everyone else. You certainly feel that way. Why do you feel different than everyone here? What makes you not the same as everyone else? That’s the reason why you get bullied because you don’t fit in. You don’t dress weird, have a pimply face, or are into weird things. Stacy took one look at you one day and decided you were going to be her target for as long as you let her be in power.

You haven’t found it in yourself to take that from her.

“What, have nothing to say?” she smirks and looks at her friends. “I hear her Daddy hits her while at home. Her whole family is a bunch of freaks.”

That’s not true. Your father loves you dearly. She’s just looking to stir up some drama, and the only way it’ll get worse is if you antagonize her.

“I heard takes poor defenseless animals and cuts them up,” one of Stacy’s friends says.

“You hear that, Freak? Better not get caught or else I might sic Darren and his friends on you. You wouldn’t want to end up like those animals, now would you?”

You put your head down and drown out her words with the beat of your own heart. The cloudy sky hasn’t gone away, in fact, it has gotten much darker since you’ve arrived at school. Stacy and her friends sit down next to you and gossip loud enough for you to hear every word they say.

Freak. Useless. Ugly. Burden. Waste of space. Freak. Freak. Freak. Freak. Freak. It got so much that you let your emotions get the better of you. Tears would stream down your face if you weren't in front of a bunch of people. Your heart jumps out of your chest just as all the windows in the classroom shatter around you, causing everyone to scream and back away from it. You stay seated, unsure if you did this or if something outside had caused this.

The storm clouds roll in quicker than anyone expects, and a light rain starts falling from the sky. Some of that rain comes inside but you barely feel the water on your skin. You look around at every person who seems scared of you. Maybe she’s right. Maybe you are a useless waste of space freak.

School is shut down for the day while authorities figure out what the hell happened. The rain comes down a tad harder than before but if you can get home, you can curl up in bed and pretend the world doesn’t exist.

As you’re walking, someone bumps hard enough into you that you almost go crashing to the ground.

“What did I tell you girls? She’s a super freak. Did you see what she did to those windows? How did you do that?” Stacy asks.

“Please, I just want to go home.”

“Are you a witch? A freak and a witch. God, why don’t you just go kill yourself? The world will be better off without you in it.”

“Please, just let me go home,” you beg.

“I like it when you beg,” she smirks. “Come on, bitch, beg to me like a dog.”

You’re not sure how this happened but you thought of her getting hit by lightning and then she suddenly was. She falls back in a fit of screams while everyone else but you jump out of the way to avoid getting hit. One of her friends ends up calling 911 but you’re already running away from the scene.

The rain pours down harder and lightning strikes near you to reflect how heartbroken you are. It seems like the weather follows exactly how you feel, and right now, you just want the world to swallow you whole. You don’t bother going home in fear you’ll hurt your parents. Instead, you run to the one place you feel safe outside of your own home.

“Alright, I have storms hitting New York and New Jersey, but I don’t think it’s what we’re looking for,” Sam says as he browses his laptop.

“I got a small tornado in Louisana.”

“Anything else?” Sam asks Cas.

“No.”

“Check this out,” Dean says before the group gives up hope. He turns the laptop so that the other two men can see the page he’s on. “There is a small town in Nebraska that is having rolling blackout storms like the city has never seen before, and the windows of the local high school had been shattered without anyone or anything touching it.”

“Do you think that’s her?” Sam asks.

“Gotta be. She’d be in high school by now.”

“There’s only one way to find out.”

The trio gathers everything they can before setting out to Nebraska. They’ve been tracking you ever since you were born because you’re one of the most, if not the most, powerful beings in the universe. You’re the offspring of Lucifer AND Michael when they decided to both have sex with a human woman at the same time. They manipulated their power to create one big super sperm (as Dean likes to put it) in order to create you.

You’re the Princess of Heaven and Hell, the antichrist, and the embodiment of Karma and the Void. If Dean had to guess, you don’t know just how powerful you are, and you don’t. They have to find you before you do something bad like level an entire town because you got upset over something. Your mother died by giving birth to you and your fathers went to Hell after being imprisoned in the Cage yet again.

Your foster family took you in, adopted you, and loved you with everything they got. There’s a reason why you felt so different than everyone else. You’re not human. You’re not like anyone else. You just don’t know why because you were never told what you are or taught how to be what you are.

Sam, Dean, and Castiel try to traverse the storm when they get into town. It’s gotten a lot worse and has residents fleeing from the city to seek shelter elsewhere. No one knows where this storm came from but they are preparing for the worst. The heart of the storm is where you’re at and gets lighter the further out it goes.

They track you to an abandoned farm you often go to when you want to be alone. You found this place while taking a shortcut home and made it comfortable enough for you to spend hours there. Now, you can’t find a big of comfort anywhere here.

The trio gets out of Baby and sees you outside the barn huddled on the ground. The rain is coming down in buckets but that won’t stop the Winchesters and Castiel from talking to you.

“Maybe I should go. You know, angel to half-angel,” Castiel offers.

“No, let me,” Dean says before he can stop himself. “You two stay here.”

“What? Are you crazy?!” Sam gasps.

“Sammy, I got this.” He leaves their side and approaches you slowly and carefully. You look up and see the three strange men which causes you to scoot away from them in fear. “Y/N, you’re okay!”

“Go away! I don’t know you!”

Lightning strikes the ground where Dean is, and he jumps back before he is struck. Sam wants to join his brother’s side but he knows Dean can handle this one alone. Plus, he’ll jump in if it looks like Dean is in trouble.

“Y/N, my name is Dean Winchester. I want to explain what is happening to you.”

“I don’t even know who I am!” you sob. “Go away before I hurt you!” Dean walks closer to you but you feel a sense of warmth coming from him. You can feel that he is a safe person to talk to which is why you allow him to come closer to you. “I don’t know what’s happening to me. I feel so lost. I don’t belong here. I don’t fit in!”

“Believe me, I get it. I understand how you feel.” He kneels next to you so you can see him without the rush of rain between you two. “I know what it’s like to feel alone in a room full of people. I didn't think I belonged for a long time. Sometimes, I still feel that way.”

“What’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing is wrong with you.” You fall into Dean’s arms and just cry, and he smooths down your drenched hair as a means to comfort you. “There is nothing wrong with you.”

“All I want is to be normal. I didn’t ask to be this way.”

“I know. You’re not alone, Y/N. My brother and I can help you. Castiel over there can help you. We can help you control this.” You sob into his neck uncontrollably. “You’re going to be okay.”

For some reason, you believe him, and the storm calms down just a bit both in your head and outside.

x

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I See You - Eddie Munson X GN (Deaf) Reader

Title: I See You

Eddie Munson X GN (Deaf) Reader

Additional Characters: Mostly random teens, along with random "friends" Terri and Stancy-Ann

Requested by: Anon!

WC: 2,794

Warnings: Teens talking behind Reader's back briefly, Reader is mentioned to be an outcast, teens being jerks, Eddie the Protector, nicknames, mentions of drugs briefly, teasing, flirting, slight angst, and fluff

You were so tired. Tired of people... And of the world really. It was like the whole world was against you sometimes, making it impossible to be anything more than an outsider, an outcast. You were deaf, unable to hear, but you did have hearing aids that did allow you to hear when you wore them. But sometimes you just didn't want to hear. Your so-called "friends" would always grow so irritated when you didn't want to wear your hearing aids, or when you simply wanted someone to repeat what they had said; people alway made it seem like it was so much work and trouble just to repeat themselves.

“But, I was thinking we should start the presentation with the history of Einstein before we go into his theory-” Terri spoke, only for Stacy-Ann to interrupt her.

“You mean his life, not his history,” She said, “I mean, really, Terri.”

You blinked as they continued to fight on whether or not to have Einstein’s important life events listed out in red ink or blue, but as their conversation veered onto Einstein’s theory of relativity, you found yourself confused… What did they just say?

“Uh, Stacy-Ann, could you repeat that, please?” You asked, your own purple pen, that you had borrowed from Terri pausing on your index cards. 

Both Terri and Stacy-Ann had turned to look at you before glancing at one another, and scoffing.

“Well, you should have been paying attention, Y/N.” Terri spoke, “We’ve said it, like, twice.”

You blinked rapidly, clearing your throat, “Well, I just missed what you had said. Could you please repeat what you said?”

Terri stared at you, as if what you had asked was dumb before she shook her head, turning down at her own notes. “No, I don’t want to repeat myself. It’s your fault for not hearing me the first time.”

Sometimes you wondered if they were even your friends at all. They would end up ignoring you, not wanting to be around you sometimes. Well, you didn’t need them. You had your boyfriend, Eddie.

Eddie Munson was also an outcast like you. He was different from anyone you had ever met. He was eccentric, loyal, and kind. A nonconformist with a heart of gold. Whenever you were with him, it was like the world was on pause, frozen. Everything seemed to fade out and disappear, leaving just the two of you. When you were sad, he would make you smile again; effortlessly with his charm, jokes, smile. He understood you and made you feel seen and heard. He loved you. He had told you so many times before, he had written it down so many times - pieces of notebook paper scrawled with his penmensip - that you knew he meant every word. He had even brought up the idea of matching tattoos once when the both of you were in his room in the trailer, staring up at his ceiling, hands clasped together as you lay side by side.

Spring break was coming fast, like tomorrow fast, and Eddie was going to some bonfire party, that some other high schoolers were having, to sell his merchandise. You had always felt so out of place in large groups of people, feeling ignored, leaving you bored and rather lonely. Eddie also knew that you disliked parties, so he told you that he’d understand if you would want to stay home, but you didn't want to be alone at home waiting for him, so you decided to come along; as long as you were with Eddie, you’d feel at ease. You did have to admit though, as you walked hand in hand with Eddie towards the bonfire, that you were happy to get out of the house, get some fresh air, and spend more time with Eddie that wasn’t at school, your place, or his. 

And everything was going pretty well, the music was pulsing loudly through the boombox, the deep beats reverberating through the ground at your feet and where you sat on a fallen log. Eddie sat beside you, arm over your shoulder as you both stared at the large fire, his small tin sitting between his feet as he waited for the business to come rolling in. 

"Nice night," Eddie began, his hand coming up to rub up and down your arm gently - instantly warming you up as a slight breeze flew by and chilled the both of you. "Cold night, but nice." He finished, dropping his arm to take off his jacket to wrap it around your shoulders before returning his arm around you, showing off the Metallica band t-shirt that he was wearing; which was a gift from you. 

Breathing in the scent of musky amber, combined with vanilla - and a hint of weed and leather - which wafted off of his leather jacket in waves; comforting, "Yeah this is nice." You spoke softly, watching as about a dozen or so teens danced, drank, or just sat by the fire talking to friends. 

"I'm glad you came with me," Eddie then spoke up, nudging his nose against your temple, making you look up at him, seeing the smile on his face, "I know how much you hate parties but this party would’ve been such a dud without you."

"Yeah, but it’s… Enjoyable with you." You answered, smiling sweetly at him as you turned your head to kiss his cheek lightly. Your eyes glanced at the fire for a few moments before looking back up at Eddie again, taking note of the way he stared at you. It wasn't the first time he'd looked at you that way, the way that made you feel special, desired, and wanted... It still made you flush. But this time something about his expression made you feel slightly nervous - in a good way. "What is it?" You asked softly, having a feeling that Eddie had something on his mind.

His brown eyes shifted from your eyes, down to your lips before back up, "Nothing. Nothing important, just... Just thinking. It’s just… You’re so bewitching." He replied, leaning closer to you as if he couldn't help himself, his warm breath fanning across your face as his gaze continued to travel down to your lips, which were parted slightly, waiting for him to kiss you... 

“Bewitching?” You muttered, your heart warming as your face flushed, “I’m bewitching?”

“Absolutely, babe. You’ve spellbound me.” He pulled you closer to him, finally leaning in, his eyelids drooping; his lips just a breath away from yours... Until...

"Hey! Munson!" Someone yelled out, interrupting both you and the young man in question as he pulled back and let out an irritated, dramatic sigh, snapping his head towards the teen who called out to him.

"Duty calls." You muttered sadly as Eddie nodded, running a hand through his hair before he grabbed his tin.

"Yeah, but don't think this is over. I plan to kiss the crap out of you when I return," He teased, pointing a finger at you before gently booping your nose as he stood from the log, "Later~" He added, winking, before heading into the throngs of teenagers with his usual avant-garde stride. You watched him go, letting out a dreamy sigh before staring back into the fire - which flickered dangerously - knowing that Eddie would keep his promise and come right back.

Even though you did still feel a bit uneasy, you were actually enjoying yourself, staring at the large bonfire, warmed by it and Eddie's jacket around you. Though, there was this tingling in your mind, that something was going to go wrong, that someone was going to say something or do something, like always, and ruin your happiness. You were getting used to the feeling, the paranoia, which frustrated you deeply. You hated this town, you hated the people in this crappy town, you hated everything except Eddie. Sometimes you wished that after graduation, you and Eddie could just ride off in his van into the sunset.

"Why are they here?" You then heard, snapping you out of your thoughts as a small group of people began to talk near you, "I thought they couldn't hear the music?"

Yeah, they were talking about you.

"They have hearing aids, idiot." Another one spoke, clearly not caring if you could hear them. "Just ask them."

"Ask them what?" Came a third voice, one sounding already irritated, crossing their arms and pivoting their weight to the side. "I don’t want to talk to them."

“Yeah,” The first teen spoke, “They hang out with that freak Munson. They’re probably a demon worshiper too.”

That last comment caught your attention, causing your head to snap up as you focused your eyes on the three teenagers. Your blood was boiling, no one talked like that about Eddie, he wasn’t a freak. What jerks.

You rose quickly, speeding past the trio and right towards Eddie. You wanted to leave, but you didn't want to ruin any business for him, or ruin any of the possible fun that he might have been having. So you kept walking, and only when your arms were able to loop around his, did you finally let go of the large breath you didn't know that you were holding in your lungs.

The moment your arm looped around his, Eddie turned his head, looking down at you. At your frown, he frowned as well. "What's wrong, babe?" His tone sounded concerned, his attention moving away from the potential customer in front of him.

Your body stiffened instantly, but slightly, as your eyes moved downcast momentarily before you looked into his chocolate brown eyes; the color practically drowning you in warmth and comfort, "I missed you." You said simply, and though your words were sweet, Eddie saw past them, he heard, and saw the emotion behind them.

Eddie hummed, turning to the teenager, "If you'll excuse me."

"Hey, freak!" The teen exclaimed as you and Eddie moved to turn and leave, "I thought we had a deal here?"

Eddie turned sharply, "Deal's off." Before he turned once more and began leading you to the van.

"Deal's off? Why? You need to go babysit them!?" The teen yelled out, gaining some other's attention as Eddie froze in place. 

You held onto Eddie's arm, your fingers clutching onto his skin, probably painfully, but Eddie didn't seem to notice or care as he stared daggers into the teen's head. Your free hand by your side clenched into a tight fist, your nails creating crescent moon-shaped creases into your palm before you quickly reached up and took out your hearing aids. 

For a moment, as you closed your eyes, you could feel at peace, unable to hear anything as the crowd around you faded away, leaving you to pretend that you were anywhere else. It wasn't until you opened your eyes again, blinking slowly as the bright crescent moon's beams filtered in between the leaves above you that you realized you were still in the same spot where Eddie had frozen.

You could see that he was speaking, animatedly, a dark grin on his lips as he spoke to the teen. Before you knew it, Eddie had slipped away from you, almost prancing around his new prey, a hop in his step as the teen stood, wary and unknowing of Eddie's next move. 

Though Eddie was clearly intimidating the teen, you couldn't help but admire how Eddie held himself: tall, broad shoulders, strong and powerful arms, a confident smirk on his lips as he continued to speak, his dark hair falling forward, his bangs brushing against his dark eyebrows as he tilted his head side to side, almost badgering. You had always admired how protective Eddie could be, always going out of his way to make sure you were alright, not afraid to tell others off for their behavior towards you. 

You weren't exactly sure how long you stayed there, standing, observing, just drinking in the sight of Eddie before you; trying to process all that you were seeing. It wasn't until you felt a soft tug on your hand, pulling you from your trance, that you realized that Eddie was done and the teen was out of sight.

You watched his lips move, forming your name before he continued with what you were sure was, "Let's go home." And with that said, he guided you back to the van, keeping close, watching over you.

The ride back to his trailer was silent, for you, your hearing aids carefully placed away in a small, green carrying case that you always carried with you. Again, sitting in the van, feeling the soft rumbling as Eddie drove over pebbles and a small hole in the road, you slipped your eyes shut. And again, you felt at peace, unable to hear the world, and finally, you allowed your body to relax into the plush passenger seat of the van; totally exhausted. 

With the soft touch of Eddie's calloused hand wrapping around one of yours, you opened your eyes, turning your head to see that gentle smile of his. Slowly, your eyes softened, and you smiled back, lacing your fingers with his, and giving his hand a comforting squeeze; one that silently told him that you were okay. With your free hand, you reached over and gently ran your hand along the side of his face, brushing his long, curly hair behind his ear, smiling even wider as he leaned into your touch; closing his eyes, nuzzling against your hand as he seemed to melt instantly into your touch. Bewitched.

It was like you were a part of a zoetrope, capturing each and every scene in front of you. There was an innocence in that moment, a quiet joy. It reminded you of those moments spent together when you were both younger, just Freshmans. Those little times where you would sit and watch TV or the times when you and Eddie would go out adventuring through the woods. Where just being around each other was enough to calm the chaos inside your mind. Those moments where you felt like you were seen. Eddie understood you. No one else ever did. He saw you. He saw you.

"I'm sorry, babe," You heard Eddie say as you placed your empty case on his cluttered bedside table.

Turning, you huffed, laying upon Eddie's bed, tugging the old quilt that your grandmother made over your shoulder; staring over at him. "Sorry for what, Eddie Spaghetti?" You asked him, taking his hand into yours, palm to palm, fingers lanced.

He shrugged lightly, shifting closer, his brows furrowed slightly as he searched your eyes, his own filled with an unknown look. "It was a stupid idea to go to that party. I didn’t have to go." He spoke quietly, as he stroked your knuckles softly. "I shouldn't have forced you to come."

You shook your head, "No, Eds, you didn't force me. You asked, and I agreed to come with you."

A small sigh left his lips, "I know. But, I still feel bad. I mean, the way that he was talking about you..." Eddie exhaled through his nose, "I really wanted to punch him."

"Really?" You questioned him, raising your brows, surprised, a hint of amusement present in your voice as you gave him a teasing grin. "Well, I'll have you know, that while you were telling him off, I thought you looked metal."

The look of surprise on Eddie's face quickly morphed into a sly smirk as he grinned at you, "Oh really?"

"Mhm." You nodded, smiling as you pulled your hands back to slide them around his neck, the tips of your fingers brushing through his hair lightly. "I love that you protect me, you know?" You added, tilting your head slightly, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

"You think I'd ever let anyone hurt you?" Eddie replied, pulling you even closer to him, letting his arms circle your waist.

Your cheeks flushed, and a small laugh escaped your lips as your hands slid down his shoulders to rest on his chest. You lifted your gaze to meet his, softly nudging your forehead against his, "No." You whispered, "With you, I feel safe... I feel seen."

That's all it took for Eddie to pull you tightly to him, his nose gently brushing against yours, his hands soothingly rubbing up and down your back as his bangs tickled your face. "I see you..." Eddie whispered against your lips, his words causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach, sending shivers down your spine, and causing heat to fill your stomach.

You could feel yourself leaning in, your lips hovering right over Eddie's, only a few centimeters apart, before you spoke, "I see you too."

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[lovelyinconsistentices]

°˖➴ 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙵𝙾𝚁𝚃 𝙲𝚁𝙾𝚆𝙳 ⋆· ༘ *

‧₊˚ ꩜彡┆𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚈 .ᐟ

Todd shows up at readers house in the middle of the night, still grieving over the situation with Wallace and needing comfort.

✎ᝰ.┆𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚁𝙴 .ᐟ

Oneshot and Third-Person, hurt comfort. Fluff and Mild Angst.

‧₊˚ ꩜彡┆𝙿𝙰𝙸𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 .ᐟ

Todd Ingram X Gender-neutral Reader

✎ᝰ.┆𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙶 𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾 .ᐟ

Comfort Crowd by Conan Gray.

‧₊˚ ꩜彡┆𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃 .ᐟ

Requested by anon, thank you for the request! <3

The first thing that was least expected when they opened the door to see who was knocking at the middle of night was Todd, he was a disheveled mess when their gaze had settled on him. His eyes brimming with tears, a bag of chips in hand as he stressed eat. They had heard a lot about what happened on set, with Wallace leading him on. It was expected when they learned him and the male were "running lines" in his trailer, as if Wallace would waste his time on something like that. They absolutely doubted it, he had a repetition as well for sleeping around.

The amount of times they've heard Stacy complain about how Wallace stole her boyfriend again as they waited for their drink was ironic at this point, Scott's roommate was bad news. They truly felt bad for Todd, the only reason they hadn't said anything was because they didn't want to hurt the male's feelings but he ended up getting hurt anyway. In the they expected the male to get over it quite quick, I mean he still had Envy after all. Which they had listened to her complain for hours once she had learned about it, seems she tried fighting Wallace as well. Amusing really, but it seems they were wrong about the male getting over Wallace fast.

Todd was a wreck as he blabbered about something that was incoherent to their ears, they let out a soft sigh as their eyes softened. Immediately parting their lips in response as they stood there, "Shh, slow down and breath. Come in, you know you're always welcome Todd." They stated as they moved to allow the man to walk in. Which he nodded in return, relieved that they weren't upset with him possibly waking them up so late at night. Making his way into the house slowly, immediately being greeted by the warmth of their home.

Now they were both on the couch together as Todd had his face buried into the crook of their neck, sure the male was known for being quite touchy but they weren't that familiar with this as they ran their fingers through his hair. They truly wondered what Wallace did to make him like this and where was Envy, after all they least expected him to come to them instead of his own girlfriend or well ex. He didn't even know if they were still together, though it seemed like she was more mad at Wallace than Todd. Thinking those thoughts over in their head truly did hurt more than they expected, after all they did have one-sided feelings for the male.

They were just glad to have him as a friend even if meant their feelings would never be returned, they'd just have to push them too the side for now or at least until they moved on. A heavy breath left their lips as they sat there, their arm still around the male as his cry's slowed down. His breathing still unstable but it seemed like he was starting to calm down, they truly didn't mind the silence. Deciding to not say anything as they didn't want to cause him to cry again, avoiding the topic of Wallace and him for now would be best.

"Feeling better now? If so we can talk about something to distract you or if you want I have some movies you can pick from to watch, you can stay the night or as how long as you need. I'll be right here if you need me, speaking of that I'm sure you're hungry. Junk food isn't fulfilling, you'll need a real meal. How about pasta?" They asked as they pondered on what to make, perhaps pasta salad and bread. Todd just nodded in response, perhaps not being able to manage words as he was tired or too embarrassed to say anything. He just stayed there, leaning his head against their shoulder before muttering a simple thank you that was soft and low.

It warmed their heart that they were able to help the male in the end, though they knew it was going to take a while before they got over their feelings for him. Continuing to run their fingers through his hair as they were lost in thought, it wasn't like it was anything new and at least Todd knew they were here if he needed them. His arms still wrapped around their waist as he let out slow exhales, soon the night would be shared with the two spending their time together in peace.

Todd picking out some old Disney movie from their stack as they made dinner, his mood slowly lightening up as he and them made small talk. The night ending with the two cuddled up on the couch as they watched the movie he picked out together, they were glad that Todd was feeling better now as they were able to finally go back to sleep in peace and this time they'd have the male by their side making it all even better.

[stinkysam]

Peter Parker - I wasn't here.

Warning : canon death

Genre : Angst

Synopsis : “Tasm!peter Parker x male reader who’s basically like Superman, basically them being childhood friends and eventually becoming heroes and telling one another but maybe during a patrol they get into a fight and have a falling off. fluff to angst” - anon

Reader : gender neutral (you/yours)

You grew up with Peter, he wasn't your only friend but over the years he had been your only constant. The one who stayed despite all odds.

You were here at his parents’ death, giving him your support even though you were barely 6.

Even when you weren't in the same school he would still visit your house after class to do homework with you, even if you didn't have the same ones.

As you developed your powers, you told him about it. Both experiencing what you could do and couldn't. It constantly evolved, gaining new powers over time. He was the only one who knew about it, except your parents who had told you what would happen during your teenage years.

He never repeated it to anyone and you felt thankful. Not even when you began your vigilante activities after a few years.

Fighting villains and helping people whenever you could. Peter envied you, he wanted to do the same. He even was your guy in a chair for a time before gaining his own super powers, but he didn't tell you about them.

You were here again at the death of his uncle, but it's only later he told you about everything. His powers, his tracking of his uncle's murderer, and why he really died.

He explained how he got bitten by a spider in the Oscorp building he sneaked in. And how troublesome it was to get back home, making you laugh loudly as he was retelling the events of how he ripped that poor lady's shirt off.

“It's not funny !”

“It is ! You would've laughed if it had happened to me !”

“I wouldn't !”

“Liar !”

“It was embarrassing ! I looked like a total pervert !” He complained, planting his face in his hands, making you laugh again.

Like he had helped you with yours, you helped him with his powers. Helping him fabricate his suit and go after the guy who killed his uncle, without much success, finding the courage to climb high buildings as well.

Slowly his masked activities broadened, he wasn't looking anymore just for his uncle's murderer, but for anyone the police couldn't help.

And it's naturally you two went on patrol together. He even carried out his first big mission alone ; stopping Curt Connors from turning the whole of New York into giant lizards. Everything turned out fine, if not for the loss of George Stacy's life, Gwen's father.

“You're gonna make enemies. People will get hurt. Sometimes the people closest to you. So I want you to promise me something, okay ? Leave Gwen out of it. Promise me that. You promise me.” Were his last words to Peter, unable to utter a word, nodding only.

So he did as promised, he had broken up with her, or more accurately avoided her completely. He told you about it and you patted his back, telling him he was doing the right thing.

But time passed and they got back together, before breaking up again, and so on.

Everything was going fine until you began to talk about Gwen. His love that he couldn't drop.

You had stated your disagreement with his relationship, believing it was dangerous for Gwen to be around you or Peter as she didn't have powers to protect herself.

“I know you love her man, but you should leave her alone.”

“That's what I'm doing, [Name]. We broke up.”

“Really ? For real this time ? Or for a couple days ?” You didn't mean to sound this harsh, but you got tired of it. Tired to see your friend's guilty feelings eat him alive and make him act irrationally.

He frowned, not liking your insinuation.

“Yeah. For real.”

“Peter, you really should leave her alone, even if she comes to you. You know her father is right.”

“I know ! I don't need you to repeat what I know already ! Don't act like you're my conscience or something.”

“I'm not trying to act like I'm your conscience, but you clearly need me to be it since you keep seeing her. Do you think you're slick ? Stalking her ?”

“What ?” He laughed nervously. " I'm not stalking her !”

“Liar. If I could see it, what if a villain saw it too ? And connected the dots ? Thinking ‘oh Spider-Man likes her so I must kill her to hurt him’.”

“I'm being careful.”

“We're heroes. We're literally in the face of danger, we're not careful. Careful is to run away when in front of it.”

“I'm not alone, there's you, we can protect her with the two of us.” He smiled. Sometimes, he trusted your abilities too much.

“Do you think I have the time to constantly watch one person when there's all of New York to take care of ?”

“When you can't I will !”

“Peter, do you hear yourself ? This is not healthy !”

He took a step back, biting his own tongue.

“I have it under control.”

“You don't. You break up with her because you feel guilty. And when you can ignore her father you date her again. Then you feel guilty once more and you break up, again. This isn't healthy for any of you. How long are you going to keep hurting her ?”

“That's why this is the last time. I broke up with her for good.”

“Yeah ? Once again for how long ? A month ? Two ?”

“Stop it.”

“No ! You're gonna get her killed. Or drop the suit if you want her that much. Spiderman or Gwen ? Pick one, you can't have both !”

He said nothing for a moment, taking in your words.

“You're wrong, I can protect her.” He says quietly, hurt by your words.

You huffed, tired.

“I don't think you can. Why do you think you're the only friend I have now ? Because I know you can protect yourself, the others can't. It's too dangerous. You should know that.”

He remained silent for a moment.

“You should trust your powers more. You're literally a copy of Superman, when I'm just a crawly spider.”

“If you're just a crawly spider, then drop Gwen because you can't protect her forever.”

“But together we can !”

“No. Peter.”

He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“But I really broke up with her.”

“And did you stop stalking her ? Are you really trying to move on ? Are you sure you won't go to her once you feel like it's fine ?”

He huffed, growing more annoyed by the second.

“Peter, I know it's hard but if you want her alive, leave her alone. Or drop the suit.”

He looked at you with tears in his eyes.

“I can't…”

You sighed.

“Leave New York to me ! If I'm so strong, I can handle it by myself just fine, like before ! And go with her. It's not that hard. Drop the suit.”

He smiled apologetically.

“I can't…”

“Well, you don't have a choice. Pick one or life will make you pick one real quick.” You said, taking a few steps before putting on your mask and flying away.

The next day you went to your usual spot and Peter wasn't here. You called him and immediately your call was rejected. You sighed and abandoned, thinking he was still mad at your words and that it'll get better tomorrow.

But tomorrow was the same, and the days after too. Only hearing about Spider-Man on the news. If he wanted to be petty, you could be petty too, refusing to pay him or aunt May a visit to know how they were doing.

It went like this for months, and you missed him. You wondered if he missed you too.

Your pride was wounded too.

He couldn't drop a girl he's met a couple years ago but dropped you easily, even after all the years together. As if your friendship didn't mean anything against Gwen. You had nothing against her, she's a sweet girl but you were annoyed by the power she had over him.

Then you heard of something you hoped wouldn't happen, something that proved you and her father right, Gwen's death.

Your heart broke for Peter at the news. You tried to call him, to give him your support, but once again, he didn't answer.

You felt bad.

It was obvious he didn't want to hear from you, especially after what you said. He didn't want to hear “I told you so” from you, as if you'd ever tell him that.

Fuck. You regretted what you said. You should've agreed to keep watch on her, as unhealthy and morbid as it was. Maybe you could've helped avoid her death.

Maybe things would've been different with your help. If Spider-Man couldn't keep her alive, maybe you could've helped change that. Or was it too presumptuous to think so ?

God. Fuck. Was this your fault ?

[froggywritesstuff]

dating gwen stacy (hc's)

ship/pairing: Gwen Stacy x g/n!reader

request: anon: hey! can i request some romantic headcanons for Gwen with a gender neutral? thank you sm :)

warnings: fluff, angst if you squint, not proofread

A/N: spoiler free

Gwen isn't always the best at showing her feelings

but when it comes to you she'll be damned if she doesn't try

love languages are acts of service and physical touch

you're not sure if it's her spider-sense or girlfriend-sense, but somehow she can always tell whenever you need help with something, and somehow appears just in time to help 

love love loves cuddling you

in the early stages of your cuddling, she's always the big spoon, but after a few months of cuddling and dating, she'll eventually ask to be the little spoon

will always be holding your hand

if you ask to play with her hair, she'll laugh and attempt to act cool, but in reality she's trying not to squeal in front of you

late night texting almost every night

if you text her in the middle of the night, she'll tell you off for being up so late, as if she doesn't go to sleep at three am

you listen to music together, and she always makes you playlists of songs that remind her of you

she definitely swings over to your house whenever she misses you

but she didn't tell you she was Spider-Woman for a while

she didn't want any chance of you getting hurt by someone who was trying to hurt her

but she didn't realise she was hurting you by not telling you

it didn't take long for you to start getting suspicious when she would mysteriously cancel dates last minute with no explanation multiple times

when you confronted her about it and asked if she was cheating on you, she wasted no time telling you she was Spider-Woman

the thought of you thinking she was unfaithful was unbearable 

your relationship is definitely better with no secrets

if you're not afraid of heights, she'd definitely swing through the city with you, holding you so tightly. she'd be a little hesitant at first, scared that something would happen to you, but after a few times - and lots of reassurance from you - she'd be way more comfortable

after fighting someone, she swings over to your house and reluctantly lets you fix up her injuries

she tries bringing you up in any conversation, she loves talking about you, she'll literally have the biggest smile on her face as she gushes over you

her band is so tired hearing about a date you two went on

but her band does love you, despite how tired they are of hearing Gwen ramble on and on about you

and you best believe she invites you to every performance her band does

she has the biggest smile when she sees you in the audience

her band teases her all the time, but she denies whatever they’re saying everytime without fail 

MJ: you're such a simp for them

Gwen: i dunno know what you're talking about *proceeds to go on another hour long rant about you*

[rogerswifesblog]

Steve Rogers:

Smut:🫦fluff: 💖 Angst:👻

Getting to know you 🫦💖

During one of Starks famous party’s you and Steve…get to know each other better.

Pretty boy 💖�� sub!Steve X dom!reader

Best friends always tease each other. You always liked teasing Steve…but what if some words affect Steve more, than he lets you see it? After a failed mission, Steve needs more than just your teasing...

What you deserve 👻💖🫦🫦bestfriendsdad!Steve Rogers x reader [ request from @haruvalentine4321 &lt;3 ]

After you caught your-now ex-boyfriend cheating, your best friend let you stay over for the night…there was only one problem. Her unbelievably hot dad.

Take the risk 💖 bestfriend!Steve Rogers x Reader

[ request by @nana1000night &lt;3 ]

Steve is your best friend, always has been. Until he takes you on a vacation and everything changes.

Help you relax 🫦[ request by anon ]

Steve had a very, very stressful week. You decided to help him relax. With your mouth.

Finding you 💖 [ request by anon ]

Steve's saves your life. Unfortunately you hadn't had the opportunity to talk or exchange numbers. But Steve just couldn’t forget about you.

Safe 💖

You ran away from your abusive ex....after a few months he came looking for you. Good for you, you had such a great neighbour.

Online 💖 [ requested by @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory ]

It's your first day at Stark Industries...and Natasha seems to notice Steve's little crush on you.

Keep you quiet 🫦

Steve and you never liked each other. You always bickered, even on missions-which brought you in this situation; on you knees.

-> Another lesson 🫦🫦🫦 [ Steve x reader x Bucky ]

Steve's gives you another lesson on being quiet...this time, Bucky helps.

Never stopped looking 👻💖🫦[ request by anon &lt;3 ]

After being captured by HYDRA the avengers tried to find you for months, but didn't succeed. Weeks later a shield-team finds you and brings you back.

Improvising 💖 [ request by anon ]

After falling for the cute and shy assistant Steve tries to ask her out..but it doesn't go according to plan.

beauty is in the eye of the beholder 💖 [ requested by @rottingimp ]

Steve Rogers x plus-size!reader

Nobody knows you and Steve are dating...which means many of the agents try to flirt with him. It kind of makes you doubt yourself.

Lyrics 💖 [ @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory ]

Steve loves seeing you enjoy modern music. So he decides to go on a concert with you.

Behind the picture 💖 [ @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory ]

The avengers couldn't figure out who Steve was seeing, the first time they meet you is when Steve’s badly injured.

Truth will out🫦

To skip the training it was necessary to lie to Steve....was that a good idea?

Meant to be 💖

Meeting your soulmate; Steve.

Written in the stars 👻

Steve always loved you. And he’d always love you, in health…and in sickness. Till your forever would end. You two only hoped it wouldn’t happen so soon,

Noise🫦 Pt 2

Steve and you are getting a bit intimate while Bucky sleeps in the same room…he’s asleep, right?

Bad girls are the sweetest 🫦

Steve teaches you some manners.

Valentine’s Day with Steve and Bucky 💖🫦

Valentine’s Day with your boyfriends &lt;;3

Cowboy hat rule🫦💖

Steve puts readers cowboy hat on not knowing the rule behind it.

Help you out 🫦

Lactation kink with Steve Rogers

Good boys 🫦 [ Stucky x reader ]

Steve and Bucky wake you up…quite needy.

Stacys mom🫦💖 pt two

Steve knew he was fucked as soon as he saw his best friends mom.

Drabbles

Steve wearing a wedding ring

Steves Obsession with red lipstick 🫦

Secret relationship with Steve

When people find out about your relationship and are mean to you

Secret relationship with pregnant fiancé

Gangbang with Andy, Steve, Ari and Curtis

Steve being a sweet menace to his girlfriend

Steve cheering you up

Steve loves Hercules (Disney)

Sleep over with Steve

Mafia!steve with his girlfriend

Steve being high on laughing gas

pt 2 of high Steve

Sneaking out of Steve’s room

Prompt: “who did this to you?”

1 k followers bingo

Baking with Steve 💖

Warm you up 🫦[anal sex & one bed]

Love on the first splash 💖[strangers to lovers (101 Dalmatians themed)]

[sunshinesickies]

Hi there, you can call me Sunny! Welcome to my sickfic blog. I’m new here and still figuring out how all this works so please bear with me 🫶

My Masterlist

What do I write?

Mostly sickfics with themes of hurt/comfort and fluff

Some occasional light angst

Female/gender neutral reader x characters

Mostly romantic relationships

Occasionally platonic but its not my fav to write

What I WILL NOT write

Smut

Death

Hardcore angst (sry mostly fluff here!)

Most likely I will not be writing any male characters x reader

I will not tolerate any kinds of hate or discrimination on this blog so plz be respectful

Who do I currently write for?

Marvel/DC

Kate Bishop x Reader

Daisy Johnson x Reader

Gwen Stacy/Spider-Gwen (Spider-Verse) x Reader

Kara Danvers/Supergirl x Reader

Kara x MonEl (supergirl)

Others

Kat Stratford x Reader (10 things I hate about you)

Pip x Reader (AGGGTM)

Cara x Reader (AGGGTM)

Ava Silva x Reader (warrior nun)

Ava x Bea (warrior nun

Lindsay Weir x Reader (freaks and geeks)

Other characters by request only if I know them and feel comfortable writing

Requests are currently open so feel free to send them in! It might take me a bit to write them as I have never written anything for anyone besides myself but I can’t wait to 🫶

Taken Anon Emojis: 🌸

[cherryberry-sugarandspice]

I have decided to cook, I made onions and I am way too miserable so you will be sad with me 🧑‍🍳

Enjoy my shitty writing (I had nothing better to do <3)

Also this happens after Minnie's death but no identify reveal for the sake of it (I'm a horrible person)

Tw: blood and death, future grieving ig ?, sad ppl, angst, MIGUEL FUCKING DIES OKAY (I'm sorry)

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In every other universe, Gwen Stacy falls in love with Spiderman...

..

.

Maybe it was bad luck. Or maybe you were just too slow.

He's saying something, you can't tell what. He's looking at you. He's bleeding, he's bleeding too much- why did it have to happen today ? He was just meant to work and come back home. Like he did yesterday. Like he did for the last 1 278 days.

You can feel him clenching your wrist, he's trying to get your attention, but you're not here. You feel yourself drift in grief and sorrow and guilt. He brings his hand to the side of your mask, trying to lift it. But he fails. He fails as his last moments are spent in your arms, his last breath is spent looking at you.

Does he even know it's you ? You may never know.

What about the kid you were supposed to give him ? What about the kid who was already there ? How are you gonna explain to her that both of her parents left her now ? You can already feel the tears rolling down on your shoulder, the one of a kid who was broken twice by those who were meant to protect her.

You will never have the happiness of them knowing the truth, you can't make the same mistake again and again. You will always have to lie to keep them alive, in the end. Better to be a liar then a murderer, right...?

You wonder if somewhere, maybe in another universe, you're eating together with Minnie. All laughing, and talking about your lives, and being alive.

.

..

...And in every other universe. It doesn't end well.

-sincerely, the same anon that brought up the idea ;p

"How are you gonna to explain to her that both of her parents left her now?"

LIAR YOU AINT SORRY

Lock your doors.

Lock your FUCKING DOORS

I HOPE BOTH SIDES OF YOUR PILLOWS ARE WARM SODBOZBDOSHSISHSOJS

BUTTERSCOTCH! SICK EM BUTTERSCOTCH! ATTACK! ATTAAAAACK

Omg the agnst is great but MIGUEL NOOOO

I WONT LET THIS HAPPEN TO YOU MIGUEL GET BEHIND ME!! GET BEHIND ME !!

Anon you're evil😭😭 but....low key been thinking of what would happen if Miguel got hurt in spiderwoman!reader's universe lol BUT HE WONT DIE!!

WHY DO YOU KEEP ATTACKING ME ANON!! WHY!!

Thanks for shoving onions into my eyes )^:<

[ridiculously-over-obsessed]

CHAINS AND WHIPS EXCITE ME

Rating: E

Chapter 2/?

Pairings: Bechloe

Prompt(s):  Red Erin1996: “Chloe encourages Beca to be more exhibitionist. Takes her to club in character. Stacie is there. Because Stacie would be. Chloe encourages Beca to dance for Stacie. Getting Stacie all confused and hot and bothered. Then Beca leaves her hanging... sweet revenge.” Anon: “Beca and Chloe are on a date and another woman starts to flirt with Beca. Beca plays along with it and Chloe becomes all possessive and ruins Beca when they get back to the apartment. Handcuffs, strap on, spanking and bring back the ball gag.”

Taking a break from the angst of Dirty Tissues to work on some of the EXCELLENT prompts you guys have sent me for this, I fully did not intend it to be this long dfklghfd but these prompts just worked too well together so here we are 😂 I'm always taking more prompts for this, so feel free to leave them here!!

Want to commission me? (I do nsfw commissions too)

[cosmiiwrites]

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ guidelines

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ - ⋆·˚ ༘ * will write: fluff • smut (i don’t write smut for underage char.) • fem!reader • gn!reader • sub!reader • dom!reader • angst ⋆·˚ ༘ * will not write:

male!reader • noncon • sa/rape • pedophilia • underage reader (platonic is okay) • character x character (will do character x reader x character) self harm/ed • suicide • anything with scat, piss, or vomit • incest/stepcest

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ request info

if you send in a request, i will probably take a few days to answer!

im a bit of a procrastinator, so i usually take a while to respond to requests

when requesting a sfw fic, i will always default to gn!reader, but for smut fics its always afab!reader.

be specific with your requests! i get confused sometimes, and it helps me write better if you are more specific.

anons are always welcome! i enjoy reading your comments/headcanons, and if i have the time, will add onto it!

and of course, follow the fic rules above!

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ characters i write for: adam • lute • emily • alastor • vox • velvette • alastor • lucifer morningstar • charlie morningstar • vaggie • sir pentious • striker • mammon • beelzebub • asmodeus • fizzarolli • blitzø • verosika mayday • vi • jinx • caitlyn • tasm!peter parker • miles morales • peter b. parker • gwen stacy • ellie williams • joel miller

[basalt-deltas]

RULES WHEN REQUESTING

Requests are OPEN!

Fandoms I write for — Spiderverse, Valorant, Life Series, Hermitcraft, Critical Role, Hazbin Hotel

Spiderverse — Miguel O’Hara, Hobie Brown, Pavitr Prabhakar, Gwen Stacy, any of the live action Spidermen, Peter B. Parker, Spiderman Noir, MJ (Zendaya version only SORRY), Miles Morales (both of em) Valorant — Phoenix, Yoru, Cypher, Jett, Gekko, Omen, Skye, Nanobomb, KAY/O Vox Machina — Percy De Rolo, Vax'ildan, Vex'ahlia, Keyleth, Pike Trickfoot, Scanlan Shorthalt, Grog Mighty Nein — Caleb Widogast, Mollymauk Tealeaf, Jester Lavorre, Yasha Nydoorin, Beauregard Lionett, Fjord, Nott the Brave, Caduceus Clay, etc Hermitcraft — Just ask, I'm too tired to put all the sillies in here Life series — Again, just ask :thumbs up: Hazbin Hotel — Angel Dust, Alastor, Lucifer, Charlie, Vaggie, Adam, basically the whole cast

Reader — I’m best at male!reader, but I’ll also do fem!reader, gnc!reader, and trans!reader! Fear not, I am trans also!

Usual Genres — Angst, fluff, idk what does genres even mean. Punk Rock???

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What I will write!!

⇨ character x reader (2nd person, you/yours, no y/n) ⇨ character x character (I won’t do certain ships, ask me first!!) ⇨ canon or canon-divergent ⇨ headcanon scenarios ⇨ character headcanons ⇨ oneshots ⇨ platonic, romantic, or familial ⇨ multiple requests from the same person ⇨ poly relationships ⇨ make canon cis/het characters queer ! ⇨ reader/characters with mental illness as long as it’s not romanticising or Weird about it (??) ⇨ Suggestive / 16+

What I will NOT write!!

⇨ NSFW / 18+ ⇨ other people’s ocs (SORRY) ⇨ yandere or other kinds of abusive/toxic relationships ⇨ anything with substance abuse as the main theme ⇨ child!reader in fics, mentioning it in familial fics/hcs is okay though ⇨ suicide, self/harm. severe depression, or similar topics as the main focus ⇨ anything proship or illegal ⇨ anything disregarding canon LGBTQ identities (making a gay character straight, a trans character cis, etc)

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When requesting…

PLEASE BE AS SPECIFIC AS POSSIBLE!! Tell me everything you want, specify if you want me to take some creative liberties, please I am so bad with unspecific directions!!! I will not dm to clarify if you’re not on anon

You can specify if you want me to post your request anonymously or with your ask attached !! If you don’t specify, I’ll just assume yes and I’ll attach your ask

I will answer whatever question you have!! About pretty much anything :D

PLEASE just. Don’t be a dick. I am not being paid to write for you!!! And I do this on my own time!!!

To check if your request is being written/worked on, check my works in progress!!

Everything above applies to requests!! If I write something by myself that breaks the rules, it’s because I want to and I can

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LINKS!!

masterlist (none yet) | pinned post | works in progress (none yet)

[wawanakwawritings]

pinned ✨rules & general info

short introduction first: I'm mod kirsty & this is my td writing blog! I specifically write for character x S/O in a bullet point format. I made this blog because I'm way too invested in cute scenarios for oc/canon ships.

rules

first and foremost, I will not write pedophilia, large age gaps, incest (including pseudo), transphobia, etc. just use common sense! I'm also not comfortable writing for age regression.

will write: angst, comfort, romance, platonic, polyamorous... honestly, as long as it's not in my will not write list, I'd be willing to give it a shot.

no nsfw, suggestive is fine but only with the canon adult characters. I will not be aging up the teen contestants for the sake for nsfw.

if not specified in the request, S/O will be written as gender neutral.

4 characters per request.

I reserve the right to delete any request that makes me uncomfortable or I feel I cannot do justice. the requester (if not anon) will be privately informed in these cases!

adult characters x S/O prompts will, of course, be written with an adult S/O in mind. same goes for teen characters being paired with a teen S/O.

you can request past requests/prompts with a different set of characters. just don't spam!

if you're rude in the askbox, you're getting blocked.

characters i write for

not writing: child/preteen characters, dramarama cast, pakhitew island cast, the fashion bloggers, characters that appear for less than 5 episodes. looking at you, staci & tennis rivals.

besides the above, I'll write for anyone. yes, that includes chris, chef, dwayne sr, and kelly.

if the character is in a canon relationship (and it's not a poly ask), they will be written as single or exclusively with S/O. no homewrecking here!

[lovelyinconsistentices]

➴ 𝚂𝙲𝙾𝚃𝚃 𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙶𝚁𝙸𝙼

I really want to do some Scott Pilgrim takes off writing requests, but I'm anxious to write so let's try to get rid of such anxiety! Please request as much as you want, I'll make a list of characters I'll write for now as there are some I feel like I wouldn't write well enough or need to read more about to get more of a feel for their character. I write for all genders and I'll write for poc readers as well, any ideas you want for the reader to be like are welcome!

➴ 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝚆𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴.

⸙ Fluff and Angst, any genres really. I've rarely written angst but want to write it, so I'll try my best!

⸙ Poc readers, do note that I am not poc but I will make sure to do my research before writing. I have a few tumblers I know of that I will use for helping me write poc readers, I'm sure my friend would also be glad to help educate me as well! Criticism and feedback are welcome. ^^

⸙ Readers of all gender, but it depends on the character I'm writing for. If a character is canonically gay please do not request for something romance based with that character if you're the opposite gender as I'm not comfortable with that, an example would be Wallace Wells.

⸙ You can suggest all kinds of things for how you want the reader to be, occupation, hobbies, aesthetics/styles, food taste, personality type, whatever you want and I'll do my best to write it.

⸙ I will write headcannons, prompts and fics!

⸙ I'm more used to writing in third person but I know most reader fics are in second-person, so I'll write a second-person version and third-person version! This is the same for genders, if I really like a fic. I'll write multiple versions for the gender, following the same plot or prompt but with noticable differences.

⸙ This is for anons, if you'd like to claim an emoji or an assortment of such you can just let me know and I'll keep it reserved. Might make an anon page as well!

⸙ I've been thinking about making a Scott Pilgrim OC and writing about them, would you like to read about them? If you do end up liking them I'd love to write x readers with them and stuff, just let me know. (Just something I wanted to mention!)

➴ 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚆𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴.

⸙ I will not write nsfw, it's just I don't think I'd be very good at writing it and I'm uncomfortable. Maybe in the future but for now please do not request nsfw from me, there could be mentions of certain things or hints at it. I'm perfectly fine with it, as long as it's subtle.

⸙ No incest, huge ages gaps, or anything of the sort. I don't expect any requests like that but just to be careful!

➴ 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂

ˏˋ ╎𝙼𝙰𝙸𝙽

𝚂𝙲𝙾𝚃𝚃 𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙶𝚁𝙸𝙼

Not a big fan of Scott, but I'll still write for him. Who knows maybe I'll make a reader who's a Scott hater for shits and giggles, I have Idea's for an oc and If I do write about him you'll see a lot of him taking jabs at Scott and questioning why Ramona even likes him.

𝚁𝙰𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙰 𝙵𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚁𝚂

I have a lot of ideas, like perhaps a reader being an evil ex and stuff. I guess that could be spoilers for my oc, since I'm making him an ex! I also want to write a fic with the reader helping Ramona dye her hair and enjoying tea while doing so.

𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴 𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙻𝚂

I'll definitely write for Wallace and do my best to portray him, as stated I'll only do romance for male and ftm readers. I could make fics with a female reader that are extremely platonic, friends and stuff. Or a sister reader, maybe Wallace having a sister who loves gossiping with Stacy and Wallace!

ˏˋ ╎𝚂𝙴𝚇 𝙱𝙾𝙱-𝙾𝙼𝙱

𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙿𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙻𝚂

I read something and saw how Stephen ends up getting a boyfriend in the novels, so I don't know if he's gay or bisexual since he dated Julie last time I checked. I've seen comments about him being gay, so male and ftm readers only!

𝙺𝙸𝙼 𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙴

Her and Roxy kissing was woah, agh I love them both. I really want to write a drummer reader that could perhaps have some time of rivalry with her, an enemies to lovers fic.

𝚈𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙶 𝙽𝙴𝙸𝙻

I have some cute idea's, I can't wait to write him along with everyone else. I feel like he'd be the type to see someone and fall in love with them instantly, like perhaps reader is in a rival band and they're really good. He's instantly amazed by their skills and finds himself developing a crush on them!

𝙺𝙽𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚂 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚄

I'd love to write for her, lots of cute fluff and things of the sort. Especially like helping her paint her nails, sleepovers and gossiping, arcade dates and things of the sort!

ˏˋ ╎𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙻 𝙴𝚇𝙴𝚂

𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚆 𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙻

Agh, Matthew! I'd love to write for him, I have some idea's. Like reader being an assistant and trying to do their best to help Matthew balance all this work that has now fallen into his hands because he did not think about all the responsibilities to come before he defeated Gideon, ooh also reader who was a band kid and matches Matthews energy!

𝙻𝚄𝙲𝙰𝚂 𝙻𝙴𝙴

I'm scared I might not write him good enough, mainly for dialogue. But I do want to write for Lucas, I might only write for him when requested for a bit until I get more of a feel for his dialogue as well character, and once I get confident enough to write him!

𝚃𝙾𝙳𝙳 𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙼

Our favorite Vegan boy, I'd love to write for him. Maybe, something like Reader helping him after the realization of what happened with Wallace. Having to comfort him and stuff, also could have Reader as a band mate or something!

𝙴𝙽𝚅𝚈 𝙰𝙳𝙰𝙼𝚂

Could we possibly consider her an evil ex? I decided to put her in this category because of that but anyways, but yes I'll write for her! Envy is so muah, had anyone seen that one image with the two girls doing each other's makeup. Envy sitting on top of Reader's and doing their makeup, or the other way around. Agh, I find that just so cute!

𝚁𝙾𝚇𝚈 𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚁

Female readers for romance only, but I'd love to write for her and omg can't wait. I'm so excited, I don't have a lot of ideas but I'm sure some will come to me for her.

𝙺𝚈𝙻𝙴 & 𝙺𝙴𝙽 𝙺𝙰𝚃𝙰𝚈𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙶𝙸

I want to write for Kyle and Ken so much, sadly we don't get enough screentime for the two but still I'm gonna write as much as I can for the twins. I read something about how the twins don't like doing things separately or being separated after what happened with Ramona so that gave me some Idea's, maybe having a reader they can finally trust.

Definitely will write separate fics for Kyle and Ken where they meet the reader, and after a while come to trust them as well develop feelings. I'll also happily do fics for both of the twins and reader pairing, strictly platonic fluff. Ooh, maybe an older or younger sibling that they're very protective of!

𝙶𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙾𝙽 𝙶𝚁𝙰𝚅𝙴𝚂

Before he lost everything version. My favorite and I'm sure a lot of others favorite evil mastermind, I have some ideas and would love to write about him. He grew to be my favorite in the show, as for the movie it was Matthew who was my first favorite ex along with Roxy. I've been loving all of the exes even more lately, especially the twins. So I can't wait to write for all of them!

ˏˋ ╎𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂

𝙶𝙾𝚁𝙳𝙾𝙽 𝙶𝙾𝙾𝚂𝙴

After loosing everything and meeting Julie again. So I have him twice on this list but that's because Gideon ends up using his old name again, leaving the fake alias behind. So I decided to have the version of him before that and after!

𝙹𝚄𝙻𝙸𝙴 𝙿𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚁𝚂

The anime giving us more of Julie was everything, she's so agh and I'd happily write for her if there's people out there who would want oneshots for her!

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙲𝙴𝚈 𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙶𝚁𝙸𝙼

We don't get a lot of Stacey last time I checked, but she's quite lovely. I love the idea of her and reader gossiping, maybe reader being her coworker. Or Reader being a Pilgrim sibling and the two love poking fun at Scott as well gossiping, platonic fluff!

𝙰𝙻𝙻

Oneshots, headcannons and things of the sort for all the characters. I'll also be posting oneshots and things of the sort with the separate groups in the future, like reader hanging out with Sex Bob-omb or The league of evil exes. Things like that.

Please let me know if I'm missing anyone or there's any characters I might not have and you want to request them, I have not read the graphic novels as of now as I don't have the money to buy them but in the future I definitely will when I get the chance! (Also, if there's any spelling errors. My apologies!)

[leobashi]

Jack and evelien do stick around and when they do go to different places they come back and normally bring the kids with them- and thats not the only angst your getting- alex almost dies twice of a high fever not too long after freeing jack and evelien, which resulted in memory loss so the only things the kids have of their parent are blurry memorys and a photo of them together- chanting anon

Hnnnnnnn HOW DARE YOU!! When Stacy and Chase find them finally and the children don't run to them for comfort because they barely know what that is!! And they don't even know who in the crew that comes to save them are their parents!! It's been FIVE YEARS they must've changed so much!! AHHHHHH

[lostcybertronian]

"How’s life treating you?” BingAverage with Stacy coming over with the kids and being less than pleasant.

Sequel to this one here

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Prompt: “How’s life treating you?”

     “I can’t believe we found twenty bucks at th’park!”

    They returned to Chase’s apartment triumphant and with arms full of junk food: a large pizza, a two liter bottle of soda, and two family-size bags of chips.

    “I know right?” Bing grinned and cleared away a space on the countertop amongst the mess of used paper plates and crumpled up napkins do they could have somewhere to put their bounty. Then he flipped open the pizza box, inhaled the aroma of freshly baked pizza. “Best day ever, dude.”

    Chase leaned down to kiss his cheek. “Y’won’t be sayin’ that when I kick your ass at Mario Kart.”

    Bing had just opened his mouth to reply when there came a knock at the door.

    “You expecting anyone?” His words were lost in the excited clamor of the two kids who came scrambling madly into the kitchen.

    “Daddy! Daddy!” The girl attached herself to Chase’s leg while the boy practically tackled him in a bear hug.

    “Hey guys! Is it- is it Friday already?” Chase was all grins and smiles as he gave kisses and hugs and “how’s school going?”s. But it disappeared when Stacy clicked down the hallway on her platform heels, pausing in the doorway to shoot him a withering look.

    “Did you forget again?” She arched one perfect eyebrow, her voice ice underneath the thin layer of polite-for-the-kids.

    Chase looked sheepish. His eyes darted to Bing, to his kids, anywhere but his ex-wife. “I must’ve.”

    She turned her glare to Bing, who in the time it had taken for all this to occur had shoved most of a slice of pizza in his mouth. “Can’t you do something? You’re a robot.”

    “Android, ma’am,” Bing mumbled around the pizza.

    “Whatever.” Stacy waved a hand dismissively. Then she gestured to the piles of paper plates, the empty cans of Red Bull and various types of takeout boxes, the silverware that looked like it hadn’t been washed in weeks. “You should-”

    “Avery? Carter?” Chase said suddenly, throwing a meaningful glance at Bing. “Why don’t you two go with Uncle Bing into the living room and play some Mario Kart while I have a chat with your mom?”

    “Come on, guys!” Bing tossed his half-eaten slice of pizza back into the box and started toward the living room. A moment later both kids detached themselves from Chase and followed, and soon they could be heard firing questions like “why is the grass green?” and “how do dreams work?”  at him. All of which he answered dutifully.

“So. How’s life treating you?” Stacy glanced around, taking in the pizza box, the snacks, the mess. There wasn’t a little disapproval in her tone. “I see you got yourself a-”

“His name is Bing.” Chase said quietly, crossing his arms and looking down at his shoes.

“He seems quite the character.”

“I like ‘im.”

“Well. I should be going.” Stacy set two kid-size backpacks down onto the floor. “I do have a job to get back to. Don’t forget to bring them back for Sunday evening.”

Then, without another word, she spun on her heel and left, clicking back down the hallway. The door creaked open, then closed again, signalling she was gone.

Bing heard Stacy leave, and he paused the game, moving to get up. “I’ll go grab us some-”

“Pizza!” Chase popped into the room, balancing the pizza box and both bags of chips in his arms. He wore a bright grin on his face, but Bing could see it was pasted on. Fake.

So, while the kids were happily devouring the pizza, he drew Chase aside.

“You okay, dude?” He asked quietly. He could see that look that Chase sometimes had, that look that inevitably meant drinking and staring at nothing for hours on end. He hated that look. It made him feel helpless. Like there was nothing he could do to cheer Chase up, no matter how hard he tried.

“No.” Chase confessed, glancing down. But then he took Bing’s hand, stroking the android’s palm with his thumb. “But I think kickin’ your ass in Mario Kart will make me feel better.”

Bing grinned. “We’ll see about that.”