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Sun & Moon

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff (the holy trinity?); Omegaverse!

Word Count: 15K

Warnings: Possessiveness, impregnation kink, biting, hair pulling, cumplay, switching

Notes: If you need an intro to the omegaverse, feel free to read this trashy guide I wrote!

Originally posted by sugasuite

“Someone’s moving in next door!” Your friend announces glumly, as you raise an eyebrow at her, “Ugh, it’s just more people to keep around, okay? I’m honestly just done with all these loud kids.”

“Aren’t you enthusiastic!” You tease, though it falls on deaf ears, “Alright, I’ll bite: what’s the problem?”

“I just told you.” She flops over, “I heard from the tenant that a couple of guys are moving into 105.”

“Oh, that’s nice.” You say, still confused, “So, what’s the big deal? You normally don’t have issues with noisy people, don’t even try.”

“Okay, fine.” She snaps, “Both of them are Alphas, okay? Both of them. Are. Alphas.”

“There are tons of Alphas in the building, girl, you need to chill.” You roll your eyes, “Besides, we’re just Betas, not… I dunno, Omegas or something. We don’t need to worry so much about it.”

“That’s true, but.” She shivers, “I just saw one of them outside, dude. He’s like, the Alphaest Alpha to ever Alpha. Like, his gaze could turn you into a pile of ashes on the spot.”

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Analysis: Astro as Boyfriends...

To the anon that requested this: I sincerely apologize about how ridiculously long this is;;; it’s like rly long i’m so sry but once you get me started on Astro as BFs, I could go on for hours, okay? like they’d be the best boyfriends EVER don’t fight me on this <3 T~T


  • literally the softest boyfriend in the world
  • always wants to make sure you’re happy and comfortable
  • if you’re not though
  • he becomes like this unstoppable pillar of emotional and physical reassurance and support <3
  • he’ll always snuggle you until you feel better
  • or until you’re ready to talk about whatever’s bothering you
  • loves to bear-hug you from behind
  • and just totally wrap you up in his arms
  • SUCH a good listener
  • incredibly patient!!
  • loves showing off for you but gets embarrassed about it easily
  • buys you little presents all the time
  • just lil things
  • like “i saw this and thought of you” type of gifts
  • bc you’re always lowkey on his mind
  • lowkey what am i saying?? ur highkey on his mind


  • let’s talk about skinship =u=

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Pen Pals

Pairing: Newt Scamander X Reader

Requested: Yes

@thatthinghasclaws:  Newt Scamander soulmate AU? Where you can see what the other one writes on their skin. :)

A/N: Arg, this is probably so bad. Sorry for making you guys wait for so long! I’ve been super busy but I finally finished! Thank you so much for waiting patiently!


~(Y/N)’s P.O.V.~

A lot of strange things started happening ever since you turned eleven and found out about a magical world that was living parallel to the only world you thought existed; the Muggle world. That is, if you could even call it a world at all, what’s a world without magic? But, if possible, things were getting even weirder now.

You were sitting at a desk in a boring Transfiguration class, fighting hard to keep your eyelids from falling. Professor Dumbledore was happily explaining about some fancy Transfiguration spells, preparing you and all of the other Fifth Years for the upcoming O.W.L.s. Oh, the dreadful O.W.L.s. You shivered at the thought, reminding yourself that you still had a little over a week to prepare.

Still bored, you discreetly glance over at Newt Scamander, who was sitting a few seats away to your left. He looked as enthusiastic about all this as the rest of the class. You watched him scribble down a few notes and admired his neat-messy handwriting from afar before he snaps his head up and his green eyes meet yours. You quickly avert your eyes and pretend that nothing happened.
You and he had a…“strictly platonic”…okay fine, “not even really friends yet” type of relationship. There was no denying you had a massive crush on the freckled Hufflepuff, but you were sure that he didn’t share the same feelings. Ah well, maybe something would happen eventually, but that was currently the last thing you wanted to worry about.

“(Y/N), are you following along? You seem distracted.” Professor Dumbledore says curtly, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You nod your head furiously, hair flying everywhere, desperately hoping you looked alert or better yet; awake. He smiles.

“Well if that’s so, will you please tell the class what I was going to turn this goblet into?” he asks with a sweet smile, his eyes twinkling from behind his glasses.

“Umm, a potato?” you say idiotically, mentally facepalming yourself and giving up on life in general, as the whole class started giggling uncontrollably. Some boys even fell out of their chairs, for dramatic effect of course. You rolled your eyes and giggled too, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em!

You hopefully glanced at Newt and your heart jumped slightly as you saw him chuckling too. Yes, you made him laugh! Well, he was probably laughing at you but you still made him laugh and that was good enough for you.


~Newt’s P.O.V.~

He laughed softly and looked at you through his long lashes. There was no denying it, he had strong feelings for you but he was always too shy to gather the courage to talk to you.
Sighing quietly, he admired your handwriting from his seat, thinking that the tiny letters looked as adorable as you did.


~(Y/N)’s P.O.V.~

“Please pay attention now (Y/N), I want you to do well,” Dumbledore says gently yet firmly and you nod, relieved that you weren’t getting detention.

Minutes passed and the class returned to its boring state. You sighed and picked up your feathered quill and dipped the tip in ink.
You lazily proceeded to draw on the back of your hand, writing random little phrases and words.


~Newt’s P.O.V.~

He jumped slightly in his seat as he felt a tingling sensation tickling the back of his left hand.
He cautiously looked around to make sure no one else saw his little jump and he peered at his hand. The words I’m so bored appeared on his hand in what appeared to be black ink, as if the letters were being written on with an invisible pen in the air.

He blinked a couple times, utterly confused. What was going on? Were these words reflecting his feelings? He definitely felt bored but this hasn’t happened before?…

He felt tingling again and he quickly looked down.

Lalalalalalalalala was scribbled across the palm of his hand now.
Yeah, these definitely weren’t his thoughts and this was all getting more than a little strange.

He picked up his own quill and dipped it in a vial of ink. He was going to try something…
The tip of his quill moved swiftly across the soft flesh of his hand.


~(Y/N)’s P.O.V.~

You yelp as you feel tingling on the back of your hand next to your own little scrawls.
You watch in surprise and wonder as delicate little letters appear, spelling out Hello?

Professor Dumbledore turns to you again after hearing your surprised little sound and quirks up an eyebrow.

“What is it this time (Y/N)? Would you like to share with the class why you felt the need to take such a sharp intake of breath?” he smiles kindly as you shake your head furiously, and he resumes his lesson.

Shaking nervously you grip your quill and write on your hand again. All the ink of your precious conversations, if you even call them conversations, was still etched onto your soft flesh.

Hi. What’s going on and who are you? you write.

The tingling comes back.

Beats me, though I must admit this is rather fascinating. Who are you?

No fair, I asked first.

Well, I asked last.

Okay fine, just tell me this; you aren’t some murderer, right?

Oh no, definitely not. If it makes you fell any better I attend Hogwarts and I’m sitting in a rather boring class right now. This is quite the highlight of my day.

Oh thank goodness, I’m at Hogwarts too! Maybe we could try finding each other?

You were slowly starting to inch your way up your arm for you were running out of room on your hand.


~Newt’s P.O.V.~

Well, this is very interesting, he thought as he dipped his quill in ink again.

Or maybe we should keep this anonymous? That way we could talk without feeling awkward around each other. What do you say?

He waits patiently, drumming his fingers on his desk, eagerly waiting for a reply.

Sure! We could be pen pals! Cheesy, I know but it will definitely keep us entertained during boring classes, like the one I’m in right now.

Pen pals it is! Who’s class are you in right now?

Dumbledore. You?

Same, actually! So we have now established that we are also in the same year, how exciting!

Yay, this will definitely be fun. But do you have any idea why all this is even happening?

No idea. But I’m glad I’ve found a new friend, even if I don’t exactly know who you are. I’m terribly sorry if this is getting weird, but I already like you.

Brilliant, I like you already too! And don’t worry, it will definitely get weirder once you’ve seen my doodles. Now, on to more pressing matters; we seem to have run out of space on our left arms, how do we erase all this?!


~(Y/N)’s P.O.V.~

Turns out that a little bit of soap and water did the trick, no magic was needed. You and your pen pal had become rather close in the next few weeks and you learned that the two of you were of the opposite gender. That made it even more exciting for you in a way.

You always felt like you had a secret, a good secret, making sure to cover up your arms with your robes after a long class.

You were making your way to the nearest washroom to rid your skin of ink when you bumped into Newt on the way.

You blush as you realize who you just crashed into and your hand instinctively pulls down the sleeves of your robes, hiding the smudges of ink and your conversations with your secret friend.

“Ah, sorry about that…” Newt apologizes with a gentle smile.

“It’s fine,” you say quickly and you mentally slap yourself. Great job, the one time you ever talked to your crush and you had to say “I’m fine”? Arg, you always blew it.

Without saying another word, you scurry off to your next class, plop yourself down in your chair and pull out a vial of ink. You try to find a bare spot on your arms and you manage to squeeze in a tiny sentence.


~Newt’s P.O.V.~

He was still blushing after your little encounter and he felt a tingle on his arm as he sat down in the library to study for he was done all his classes for the day.

Hey, we’re like, super tight now right?

He smiles and pulls out his own quill, swiftly replying.

Yeah, I mean, we have been chatting for over a month now. I’d say we’re pretty close and we know quite a bit about each other.

Okay, good because I wanted to ask you for some advice. I have a crush and he’s a dude and since you’re a dude too you know stuff that I don’t, am I right?

Umm, sure? I guess that makes sense.

Well, here I go anyways. So I’ve liked him for quite some time now and I just bumped into him in the hallways but I really couldn’t bring myself to say anything, what should I do?

Blimey, I just met my crush in the hallways a few minutes ago! he wrote, shaking his head in wonder. You two were more alike than he thought.

Ah! Okay, answer my questions later. Tell me all about her!

Well, I’m in the same situation as you. I’ve liked her since I’ve laid eyes on her but I’m too shy to make a move.

I suggest talking to her! How bad can it be? You’ve got to work up some courage and I’m sure you’ll do great! I believe in you!

I could say the same to you! Why don’t we both attempt to talk to our crushes and meet up to see how it went.

Wait, did you just say meet up!?

Yeah, I’d say it’s about time to see each other, wouldn’t you?

Yes!!! I’ve been waiting for this moment! I’m sure you’re lovely!


~(Y/N)’s P.O.V.~

You agreed to meet up with PP (your nickname for your pen pal) by the main entrance. But before that happened, you had to try to work up the guts to talk to Newt. Yeah, that was the tricky part.

He found you before you saw him.

“Umm hi (Y/N),” he said with a shy grin, his beautiful hair falling like a halo on his head. You stood there like an idiot, no words coming out.

Abort mission! Abort mission! you scream in your head.

“I’m sorry Newt, I can’t talk right now. I need to meet someone.” you blurt before rushing off towards the main entrance.

Well, that failed.
You hold back tears as you run.


~Newt’s P.O.V.~

Well, that failed.
He miserably watched you go and felt something odd in his chest. His breathing got heavier. Did you just reject him or were you just really busy? He couldn’t say.

He finally decided that he should probably go meet his pen pal. At least that would cheer him up.

“Oh, Mr. Scamander! Will you help me move these textbooks to another room?” Professor Dumbledore asks Newt, beckoning him over.

Newt opens his mouth to tell him that he was busy but the professor would hear none of it. Newt sighed and made a mental note to apologize to his pen pal later.


~(Y/N)’s P.O.V.~

Hello? you write, standing alone by the entrance, finally beginning to calm down after the very one-sided conversation with Newt. You hadn’t meant to seem rude, you just…panicked.
You’ve been waiting for 20 minutes now and no one showed up.

I’m on my way!

A frantic scribble appears next to your sentence and you huff, slightly annoyed yet still tingling with excitement. Even though you had failed to talk to Newt, you were finally going to meet your new friend!

Soon, you hear footsteps running towards you and you turn, only to see Newt panting a couple feet away from you. What was he doing here?

“Hi, Newt. Umm, what are you doing here?” you ask, your voice coming out as a little squeak as he straightens up.

“Uh, I am here to meet someone.”

Your heart fell as he looked away, clearly avoiding eye contact. When would your pen pal show up?


~Newt’s P.O.V.~

Oh no, why was she here? He was even more nervous now than before!
He hastily looked away before blushing furiously, refusing to face her.

The two of you stood opposite to each other, both leaning against the wall, waiting and not daring to speak to each other for you were both nervously shaking.


~(Y/N)’s P.O.V.~

You frantically pull out your quill and shakily start to write.

Where are you?

A tingle.

I’m here waiting for you!

You blink as the writing appears and your breath hitches in the back of your throat. It couldn’t be…

You and Newt both turn and spontaneously walk towards each other.

You shakily lift up your arm and he does too, like a mirror mimicking your precise movements.

Your arms are now side by side and the words you just exchanged were both printed on your forearms.

You tilt your head up just enough to look at him and your eyes brighten with realization.

“It’s you.” you both murmur at the same time.

FFXV x KH Headcanons That I Have But Probably Won’t Doodle Part 5

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

  • Sora at the Assassin’s Festival
    • Sora has obviously never heard of the Assassin’s Creed series, but Noctis and Prompto are so excited that he!! gets!! excited!! too!!
    • Sora’s DELIGHTED by what a fanboy Noct is. He loves seeing Noct so unabashedly happy and wants to keep the hype going for as long as possible.
      • Noct: “Sora! OH MY GOD!!! That’s a replica of the apple of Eden!!! It looks just like from the games!!!
      • Sora: *Having no goddamned clue what an apple of Eden is* “FUCKIN SICK BRO!!! THEN WE BETTER GO TAKE A PICTURE OF YOU HOLDING IT!!”
    • Sora is completely comfortable in the Medjay robes, but he feels really bad that Ignis isn’t!
      • Trying to be as inconspicuous about it as possible, Sora finds a shawl at one of the costume kiosks and drapes it around Ignis’s shoulders.
        • He plays it off like he wants Ignis’s costume to be more elaborate than anyone else’s to justify why only Ignis gets a cape. So if any of the other boys ask, that’s why!! >:(
          • Sora: “If Specs is going to be a dork for a night, he’s going to DORK BIG or DORK HOME”
            • Ignis looks badass and isn’t self-conscious all night. Win-win!
    • Sora is a BEAST at Whack-a-Cactuar
      • Uses his medallions to buy stickers for the car since he doesn’t really have much use for anything else
        • Ignis does NOT APPROVE
        • Gladio: “C’mon, Iggy, let the kid have some fun. Won’t hurt the car any.”
          • Ignis relents but let the record show that he does NOT APPROVE nor will he EVER APPROVE
    • Gladio offering Sora pointers about flirting
      • You guys
        • YOU GUYS
          • Sora has the flirting prowess of a crushed soda can okay this kid is an awkward noodle okay please be patient with him
            • You’re really cute and he can’t stop blushing and words are HARD
              • Sora: “Y-You… come here often? You like… Assassin-ing, huh?”
              • Gladio: “Sora no”
    • Ignis and Sora attempt the tightrope walk together
      • Ignis kills it, naturally
      • Sora…
        • Surprisingly? Unsurprisingly?
          • Almost GETS killed
            • You’d think this kid would be all balance and grace. Not so.
              • Once he realizes that he’s not going to be able to make it across by walking the tightrope, he may or may not abuse one of his special abilities to glide the rest of the way across………. >_>
                • Sora: “That’s not cheating, is it”
                • Ignis: “I’m fairly certain that’s cheating”
    • Prompto’s not alone when he voices sympathy for the MTs.
      • Sora bleeds empathy. Of course he’s going to feel sorry for these mindless machines created to essentially be cannon fodder. (He feels bad for Dr. Finkelstein’s creation in KH2, after all!)
        • Sora has no idea how much it means to Prompto to hear someone else voicing sympathy for the MTs
          • Prompto: *Sniffles* There’s hope for your generation after all, isn’t there"
          • Noctis: “You’re that old already? They sure do grow up fast”
          • Sora: “I’m LEAVING”
          • Prompto: “Isn’t it too late for children to be out walking around by themselves?”
          • Noctis: “Yup. Pretty sure there’s a curfew, too, now that you mention it”
    • Sora kind of breaks the DLC though
      • Cindy: “We gotta get them keycards”
      • Noctis: “No we don’t”
      • Cindy: “We don’t?”
      • Prompto: *Pointing to Sora* “Meet the Incredible Human Lockpick”
      • Sora: "Hello”
      • Cindy: “Hi”

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  • Chapter 9
    • Sora starts crying when he sees Luna’s wedding dress
      • He’s really excited to see Noct get married okay
        • Please don’t think about Sora wandering around while they all wait for Noctis to wake up, walking through the wreckage Altissia becomes and finding the tattered wedding dress amongst the rubble
          • Noctis was so excited to reuniting with Luna
            • They were so close
    • As much as he wants to help Noctis tame Leviathan, he knows that isn’t his battle to fight. So he helps the other bros with evacuation efforts
      • This is one of Sora’s first real tastes of how awful the Empire is. He’d heard about what they did to Insomnia and other parts of the world, but seeing first-hand as soldiers terrorize innocent civilians is almost more than he can take
      • The Keyblade becomes an invaluable tool when Sora dedicates himself to digging people out of collapsed buildings
    • The most devastated parts of the city are the ones closest to where Noct undergoes the trial of Leviathan
      • So Sora is pretty close by when Noct finishes her off… and then tumbles out of the sky, completely drained from the fight
        • Actual Junior Lifeguard Sora dives into the water the second Noct’s unconscious body smashes into it
          • Ahhh the waves are still too turbulent
            • No worries. Sora can literally make himself half-fish
              • Prompto sees Noctis fall, too, and runs over to the pier as quickly as he can. He makes it just in time to see Sora dragging Noctis out of the water.
                • Prompto: “Is that a tail”
                • Sora: “Um”
                • Prompto: “So you’re not just an alien, you’re an alien mermaid. K.”
    • I’ll probably have more Ignis-related headcanons after Episode Ignis comes out. Who finds him in the aftermath? What happens immediately after? Ughhhh it hurts
  • Chapter 10
    • AKA “The Chapter Where Everyone Is Upset and Sora Doesn’t Know What To Do”
    • Sora and Prompto stay with Ignis while Gladio and Noctis go their separate ways to brood
      • They borrow Ignis’s daggers to carve simple shapes into the caps of the curatives so Ignis can quickly identify which to use in case of an emergency
  • Chapter 13
    • Okay but if Ardyn doesn’t do something to get Sora out of the way for a while, Noctis’s trip through Zegnatus Keep will be decidedly easier and less emotionally weighted hahaha
      • Ardyn: *Closes door and locks it in Noct’s face* “Too bad mwahahahaha”
      • Sora: *Taps the door with the Keyblade to unlock the door* “Go suck an egg, you tacky trash can man”
      • Ardyn: “…”
        • Sora isn’t around when Ardyn pretends to be Prompto and tricks Noctis on the train, so maybe Ardyn could disguise himself and trick Sora that way
          • Now there are two precious boys missing OH GOD PLEASE FIND THEM
      • EDIT: @thesohirydestiny made a good point about how Ardyn would probably just lock all of the doors and post MTs everywhere to counteract Sora’s Keyblade
        • Cue MOUNTING FRUSTRATION as Sora and Noctis are trapped in a maze of locked rooms filled with killer robots and daemons that the Keyblade only makes marginally easier to navigate
          • Ardyn: *Laughing hysterically when Sora punches a wall because he and Noctis spent the last hour moving through corridors just to end up at a broom closet because– you guessed it– Ardyn locked that too*
        • Sora and Noctis getting blasted in the face by MT ambushes enough times that when they unlock doors, the boys stand on either side of them and Sora cautiously sticks his arm out to do his Keyblade thing
        • I want to doodle this
    • Sora wears himself out trying to break into the Crystal to try and free Noctis
  • Before Chapter 14
    • When Ardyn approaches Sora to temporarily treat his Starscourge, Sora LOSES IT
      • Sora just lets out all of his fears and frustrations on this monster of a man
        • Would have killed a normal person dozens of times over
        • How much of his rage is his own, and how much of it comes from the darkness spreading inside of him?
          • He feels like it might be equal amounts of both
Soulmates | Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by iweedugirl

❁Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

❁Summary: Soulmate AU where when your soulmate draws something on their skin, it appears on your skin too. How will you two meet each other? And why does he keep drawing roses? 

❁Words: 1250+

❁Category: Fluff

❁A/N: Trying something new with aus, hope you’ll like this one-shot! /////btw this gif is so cute oml/////

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Best Friend?

Yuta fucking likes you.

Anon said: Could you write a imagine about a “bad boy” yuta realising he is in love with his sweet and shy best friend as they enter their final years of high school or just in college in general? I hope that’s not too cliche. I’m sorry if it is!!

Anon said: Can I get Yuta fluff? I noticed no one is requested for him >< poor my bb! Yuta and the girl always fight and annoyed each other a lot but they began to love each other and felt empty without one of them. So in the end he confessed to her. Thx you ❤

hOPEFULLY this satisfies both these requests. this is 3k i can’t believe this it’s ridiculous. also. these are legit some of the oldest requests in my inbox like bless they’re finally out of here. i hope you enjoy ^^

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When the Cock Crows

Originally posted by whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname

A/N: This is pure silly fun. Basically it’s the kind of trash conversations my ass blesses subjects my friends to. Seriously though, it’s a result of a post from @impala-dreamer, I yelled at her for it and then she was a terrible influence and encouraged these shenanigans by talking to me about it (oh yeah she beta’d it too because she’s an angel). I hope you guys like it!

Warnings: So many swears…l mean cock is in the title ffs…also we’ll call it smut adjacent (nothing graphic it’s just on the road to bang town) Gratuitous use of a Sam gif for no other reason than chest hair.

Words: 2,060 (I’m not even sorry)


“Did anyone catch what she said before the…the uh poof?”

“I got nothin’ Sammy. Y/N?”


“It’s…I’m fine. Just knocked the wind outta me. Babe, I’m ok really.”

“Ok well maybe she didn’t do anything? Maybe she just said stuff for the poof.”

“Sure Dean. Because stuff like that always happens to us. She was looking at us, Y/N was behind her so most likely if any of us are cursed it’ll be either me or you.”

Sam wasn’t looking at Dean while he spoke. He was checking you over to see if you were hurt. It was sweet. Sweet, and so annoying.

“Hey I’m fine. Let’s just get back motel and figure out our next move.”

“She’s right, Dean you want to pull the car up and I’ll help Y/N out?”

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Tonight. - (Taehyung x Reader)

Word Count: 6k

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary: After you and Jimin break up, Taehyung takes you on a nightly adventure trying to make you forget about him.

A/N: I’m very proud of this story. I’ve been working on it on and off for several months now, but I’m really glad about how it turned out. Enjoy!

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Mischief Night

Author: @redstringlovers

Characters: Stiles x reader (plus the pack)

Request: The prompts were “The legend said it only goes after virgins…so sucks for you I guess.” and “I’m the tall dark stranger your parents warned you about.”

Warnings: some spooky stuff (jk i don’t know) I don’t think there’s any?

Word count: 2,895 words

A/N: HAPPY HALLOWEEN! So this was from a Halloween prompt list which you can find here. I decided that since I’m doing @obrosey-af WC and there was a prompt on there that was the same, I’m just going to put the two together. Also, this was not an easy thing to write because ya gurl is a huge procrastinator so I’m sorry if it’s really bad haha. Thanks to the anon that requested this & @susybird for being the absolute best! Hope you guys like it! Let me know what you think :)

Originally posted by hoppelessssssss

It was the night before Halloween, and instead of being at home cuddled in a blanket watching The Shining, I was at the school helping Stiles with an English assignment that was dropping his grade dramatically. Being his best friend, and a straight A student, he had begged for my help and I said yes.

“So Gatsby loves Daisy, but she’s with Tom?”


“And Tom shoots Gatsby?”

“No, George does.”

“Who the hell is George?”

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The Journal

Request:  Could you write something where y/n doodles in her notebook constantly, frequently about Peter who she has a crush on, and one day he accidentally picks up her notebook and shoves it in his bag when he’s in a rush. She has to figure out how to get it back without him seeing the drawings of him and “y/n Parker” written?

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word Count: 1,801

Genre: fluff

Notes: This fic is a lot longer than i thought it was going to be?? I hope you like it none the less:)

Mrs. Parker, Mrs. Y/n Parker, wife of Peter Parker, you lazily scribble in cute cursive writing.  Your fourth period calculus class was by far the most boring thing you had ever had the misfortune to suffer through. While Mrs. Smith’s hungover ramblings could be entertaining at times, you found that the class was a bit too simple for you to actively participate in so you spent the hour doodling in your notebook. Normally it was just whatever was passing through your head at the time but it seems that as of late you have had a one track mind.  Peter Parker has sat in front of your desk in almost every class since you started high school. He was perfect to you, the way he nervously stuttered when he had to speak to the class, the way his eyes light up when he really gets to nerd out, you were in deep. You don’t exactly know when this crush started but it didn’t matter too much anyways because he was interested in Michelle.

Even the thought of it made you sad, you mean of course he would like someone like Michelle. She was smart, pretty, and outgoing, she had everything going for her while you, the quiet girl in the back of the classroom had relatively nothing. She was exactly the kind of girl Peter should be with, so for now you would have to be content with your little day dreams. 

“For the upcoming final presentation, you will be partnered up with someone at random and you will be doing biographies on famous mathematicians, I don’t have the want or means to grade 700 finals.” Mrs. Smith groans from her desk. 

You perk up as she puts a list of names under the overhead projector. Your read down the list until you found yours an looked to the name adjacent and your heart skipped a beat.

“So,” Peter says, turning in his seat to face you. “What’s your schedule like after school?”

You two made plans to meet on Saturday at the library around 3 to hopefully finish your project in one fell swoop, the entire conversation from start to end had your heart racing and your palms sweaty. Today was Saturday and you sat in front of your mirror combing it into a new style for a third time. You let out a huff and just let your hair fall down.

“What’s the big deal, it’s just a study date. It’s nothing to get dressed up for.” You scolded yourself.

You grabbed your book bag and threw on a sweater to hopefully combat the chilly November air before walking out of your apartment and to the library.You arrived pretty early by accident, your nerves making you extra cautious. you take a seat in one of the many tables in the back of the library and pulled out a book, you planned on reading util Peter showed up.The scent of old books lulled you into some sort of trance, you read almost half your book before you realized that it was an hour past when he was supposed to show up. Your face scrunched up with worry as you pull out your phone, he had given you his number just in case you needed to contact him and now seemed like a good time to use it.

Hey Peter it’s Y/n! I don’t know if you forgot but we had a study date set up for an hour ago and I’m still here, if you can’t make it we can reschedule

You text. You pulled open your computer and started to do research, writing down anything and everything you could on the mathematician you were assigned, hoping that your crush was on his way.

Peter was in the middle of a new suit test with Mr. Stark when he felt his phone vibrated. He picked it up off of the workbench and let out a string of almost curses.

“Hey, better not let Cap hear you talking like that!” Tony exclaimed, laughing slightly at all of the alternatives for fuck Peter had just used.

“Oh no, Mr. Stark I gotta go! I had a study date thing today and I was supposed to be there an hour ago.” Peter whined, rushing around the lab trying to gather his things.

“Wait is it a date with that one girl you’re always  talking about? Oh Petey, how cute!” Tony said mockingly.

“Yeah we got paired together for something for school, is there anyway you could drop me off at Queens Library at Ridgewood in the next ten minutes?” Peter asked hopefully.

Tony scoffed, “Who do you think I am? You’ll be there in five.”

True to his word, Peter had made it to the library in 4 minutes and 56 seconds. He ran into the library, his bag flapping open and its contents were trying to spill out onto the floor only to be caught by a clumsy Peter. He raced as fast as he could to the back where you sat without being yelled at by the librarian and threw his stuff down on the table, making you jump in the process. You were staring at your computer and scribbling down some notes, your hair was now up in a quick messy bun and Peter swears he would never see such a beautiful sight again. Peter has had a crush on you since the end of freshman year, you were so soft spoken but everything you did say was impactful and important. You were so beautiful and smart but it sucks you would never notice someone like Peter.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry! I thought today was-”

“Shhh!” The old librarian hissed from her desk. Peter gives her an apologetic wave and sat down in front of you.

“It’s okay, I didn’t think you would stand me up on purpose.” You say with a smile, it made Peter smile as well.

“Yeah, sorry. So what all do we have so far?” Peter asked, pulling out his journal and delving into the project while trying to forget how cute you looked when you were trying to focus.

“Alright,” You said while yawning. “I think we’ve got it! 7 slides and 15 minutes worth of talking points, it should be enough” you say sleepily.

“Yeah, sound good,” Peter says, trying not to nod off. It was now 2 in the morning, the library was open 24 hours and the late night librarian was fast asleep at the front desk, you two were the only people inside.

You both stand up and gather your things and put them in your respective bags, not noticing that you had mistakenly grabbed Peter’s notebook and he had grabbed yours. The one with your doodles, the one with your writings, the one that you would die if Peter ever read. Neither of you had noticed a thing before you walked out of the building and onto the streets.

“Do you want me to walk you home?” Peter asked, it was late and he didn’t want you to get hurt.

“Oh no Peter, you don’t have to do that! I only live a few blocks away, I’ll be fine.” you say, you say your goodbyes and then turn away from him and walk towards home.

Peter followed you home from the rooftops, he knew you said you would be fine but he just wanted to make sure. He watched you pull out some headphones and dance along to your music, chuckling when you slightly trip over your own feet. He watched you walk up your steps and pull out your keys before slipping inside your home. He let out a happy little sigh. He didn’t know the next time you two would hang out or even if you would hang out again but he was glad you got to spend some time together. He stood on the roof of the building across from your awhile more before turning around and racing back to his apartment before Aunt May could freak out anymore than she probably was.

The next day Peter found himself in the lab with Tony again, but this time he was just another pair of eyes for Tony to use.

“Hey Underoos, can you write this down for me?” Tony asked, his head down in the middle of his new project.

Peter quickly pulled out his journal and a pencil and flipped it open, what he found inside made his heart stop. Inside were tiny little pictures of you and a guy, some just little stick figures and some extremely detailed portraits but the thing that really stood out to him most was the cutsey writing all around the paper. Mrs. Y/n Parker, wife of Peter Parker, Peter’s heart practically leaped out of his chest.

“Hey kid, didn’t you hear me- Oh my god.” Tony said coming up behind Peter and checking out the notebook.

“Peter! Your crush has a crush on you!” Tony said giddily. He no longer was mocking Peter, he genuinely thought that this young love was adorable.

Peter’s face was red as a tomato and his mouth kept opening and closing like he was trying to form words but didn’t know how. Finally he lets out a small laugh, like he didn’t believe what he was reading.

Peter fist pumps the air and yells excitedly, “She likes me!”

Monday came around quicker than you wanted and soon you found yourself in the back row in your first period class. You were patiently waiting for class to start when Peter walked in. He walked up to you right away.

“Hey Y/n” He greeted. He seemed nervous and he kept looking around like someone was listening.

“Hey Peter, what’s up?” You asked, his nervousness was making you nervous.

“Uh, so listen,” he started, “we got our notebooks mixed up that night in the library-”

You could hear him after that, your own mortification was too loud to get past. Your face was burning and you silently wished for god to just smite you there.

“Y/n. Y/n, hey? Did you hear me?” Peter asks waving his hand in front of your face, he was blushing too now and you stood up.

“Did you read it?’ you ask quietly.

“Well I mean, yeah. That’s what I just-”

“Peter I’m so sorry, I understand if you don’t want me to talk to you again, it’s just a silly crush-” You cut him off Trying to apologize but he cut you off too, with his lips.

He kissed you sweetly, he didn’t push you to go further it was just a soft kiss to shut your mouth. He pulls away and you smile brightly at him..

“S-so? Uh, Do you want to maybe go on a date with me? Tonight?”

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Anonymous (Peter Parker x Reader)

Word Count: 3,869

Warnings: some mild cursing, it’s also pretty long

The first night you ever met him was unforgettable; mostly because you could’ve died that night. Your boss had begged you to help close that night even though you had told him you had made plans for homework and studying that night. The diner had been hit with a sudden rush of people and none of the closing chores had been completed so he needed an extra closer. It was exhausting but you thought you could use some extra money; college wasn’t going to pay for itself. It was never too early to start thinking about it; even if you were only a sophomore. 

After he’d locked the doors and thanked you for your hard work, and you turned to start walking home by yourself. “Y/N!” One of your coworkers chased you down and you looked over your shoulder to the middle-aged woman who had acted like your mother within your group of coworkers. “Lemme walk with you! It’s not safe for you to be walking around this late by yourself.” She walked by your side for most of the walk back.

When you parted ways, you were anxious to get back home. Being outside at this hour in New York wasn’t a good idea in the first place. You were turning a corner and when you looked up from your feet you noticed a menacing silhouette that seemed to be coming in and out of existence because of the flickering street light. You turned back the way you came but was met by a man with a hood over his head.

“Hello, sweetheart. Whatcha got on ya?” He grabbed your arm and you struggled to break free.

“Don’t hurt her, she’s a pretty thing.” The silhouette from before now showed his face in the pale light of the streetlamp above.

“P-Please, I don’t have anything, I swear.” You reached for your wallet and tossed it to the ground.  The man behind you picked it up and rummaged through to try and find anything of use.

“She’s got nothin’.” The man’s grip around your arm tightened and you let out a yelp of pain. “We’ll just have to take something else…” He snickered and you felt your heart beat even faster than it already was before. This is it, this is how I die… Your mind was racing and you could barely comprehend what was happening.

You missed what happened next, because suddenly you were free from the hooded man’s grip and they were plastered to the wall by some white net. When you had calmed down, you realized they were… Webs. That could only mean… Sure enough, a lanky blue and red figure stumbled a landing in the light in front of you.

“Um, are you okay?” He messed around with trying to pose himself by leaning against the lamp post and crossing his arms and just standing up straight. You would’ve laughed at the thought of Spider-Man being this awkward, but you were too thankful for his help that you didn’t care.

You practically tackled him as you embraced him. “Thank you so much. I thought I was going to die, oh my God!” You started sobbing and you could feel him tense up.

“That’s what I’m here for!” His voice sounded so young, like he was your age. You couldn’t believe your ears. He didn’t know what to do so he just stood there rigidly. “Oh gosh, please don’t cry. It’s okay now.” He gave you an awkward but reassuring pat on your back and you pulled away to wipe away the tears.

“I believe this is yours?” He held up your wallet. You accepted it and ran your hands through your hair, thinking about how you’d just missed a disaster by a second. “Would you like me to, um, take you home?”

“You mean like…” You looked up towards the tops of the buildings around you. Flying through the air like that terrified you at first, but you just wanted to get home to your bedroom. “Sure.”

“Okay, um,” Spider-Man knelt down with his back towards you and you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Hold on.” He shot a web up to the top of a building and you felt the wind against your face as you were launched up into the air. “Where to?” You gave him the street name and building number and he made course to your apartment.

You held on for dear life and kept your eyes closed most of the way home. After a couple web swings you got used to the idea of being in the air like this and opened your eyes. You almost regretted it because of how high off the ground you were, but the way the city looked from this perspective was beautiful. The lights, the street lamps that dotted the sidewalks… it seemed more peaceful from up there.

“Is this it?” You opened your eyes and saw Spider-Man sticking to the wall of your apartment building.

“Yeah,” You guided him to the fire escape that led to your bedroom window and slid from his back once you were back on solid ground. He turned to jump from his perch on the fire escape, but you grabbed his wrist. “Spider-Man? Thank you again.”

His flustered reaction was incredibly noticeable, even with that mask on, and he gave a little chuckle. “No problem, you have a nice night, ma’am.” And then he was gone; just like that. You climbed through your window and jumped into bed without changing your clothes. Falling asleep was hard because you kept thinking about how you just met Spider-Man.

You met Spider-Man?!”

That next morning you retold the story to your friends, and tried to convince them you did in fact meet the web-slinger. “You’re shitting me right now, Y/N.”

“I’m serious! These guys were trying to rob me and…” You stopped and shivered at the thought of what they would’ve done to you. “Anyways, he swooped in, stuck these guys to the wall, and saved me!”

Everyone asked you questions as if you knew him personally. It was just one night that he saved you, and they expected you to be best buds by now. Of course your friend, Ned, asked you a million questions in between periods at your locker–he was a big Spider-Man fan. Even his friend Peter, who you’d never really talked to, asked you: “What was he like?”

“Um,” you tilted your head while trying to think of how to describe him, “he was a lot more awkward than I thought he would be.”


“But it was adorable in its own way.” You shrugged, and noticed Peter smirked slightly. “Well, boys, I have to go to the band room and help Mrs. Mayfield for my teacher’s aid period. It was nice meeting you, Peter.” You added and hurried down the hall.

Even while you were helping your band director you were distracted by your thoughts about meeting Spider-Man. You kept spacing off and she had to try and keep you grounded in reality. The memory of flying through the air, with the wind blowing your hair, was just so amazing. Little did you know that wasn’t the last time you’d see the Webbed Warrior of Queens. It was only the beginning.

A couple days later when you’d gotten home from school you were met with a surprise on your window. You tossed your stuff onto your bed and hurried over to see a handwritten note plastered to the glass with familiar webbing.

Meet me on the roof at 11?

There was a little spider doodled next to his signature and you didn’t know whether to be scared or excited. Why was Spider-Man asking you to meet him? It was a strange request indeed, but… what could go wrong?

The hours counting down to 11 seemed to take years; you told your parents you were going to bed and had to stare at the ceiling while waiting for the sounds of them settling down in their own room. When you thought they were asleep, you waited a little longer, and climbed out your window to the fire escape. You tried your best to keep from making so much noise, but the metal on the stairs were so rickety not even Spider-Man himself could sneak up them.

When you got to the top, you peeked your head over the edge of the roof and saw the web slinger pacing around and mumbling to himself. It looked like he was rehearsing something. When you revealed yourself he nearly jumped off the roof in shock, but composed himself. “Um, hi. I’m P-Spider-Man.” He rocked back and forth on his feet. “I mean, you knew that. What’s your name?”

You smiled and put your hands in the pockets of your sweater. “I’m Y/N. Why did you want to meet me up here?”

“Oh, right,” he scratched his head, “I was wondering if you’d like to go see some sights with me…” When you didn’t answer right away, he held up his hands defensively. “I mean, you don’t have to unless you want to.” Was Spider-Man asking to hang out with you? Why would someone like him want to be around you? You couldn’t stop a bus with your bare hands, you couldn’t fly or turn invisible; you were as normal as they came. But hanging out with Spider-Man would make for great stories in the future, plus: you were curious about him.

“I’d love to!” You beamed and he tilted his head confused.

“You do?” You tried not to laugh at how adorably awkward he was. “You do! Right…” He let you climb on his back and you wrapped your arms around his neck and legs around his torso to ensure you wouldn’t fall. “Hold on–I mean, I won’t let you fall, but,”

“Let’s go, Spider-Boy.” You interrupted and he nodded. Once again you were swinging through Queens but this time there were still some cars down below and people on the streets. It was much busier and felt a little safer than the first time you were at this height. “Where are we going first, Spider-Boy?” You rested your chin on his shoulder.

“It’s Spider-Man, And we’re going to make our way to Central Park, hopefully.” He muttered the last part and continued to shoot webs.

“Well you sound like a boy, Spider-Man, and I don’t believe you’re a day older than 16.” There was no response. “So I’m right?” Another long silence on his part.

“Maybe…” You laughed.

“I guess it’s too much to ask what school you go to.”


The ride to Central Park was a long one, but you eventually made it. It was practically empty, and the paths were lit up by the cute little street lamps. Even though you’d lived in New York for so long, you’d never really been to Central Park that often. It was more of a treat for you than it was a normal park. It looked so different at night, and you felt a whimsical presence of being out at night like this.

Spider-Man set you down on the grass and then told you to wait for a second. “I’ll be right back, promise.” He leapt off into the darkness and you could hear a bunch of webs being shot. After a couple minutes he returned and guided you to where he’d created a giant spider web spanning between multiple trees.

“Am I supposed to be impressed by this or…?”

“That’s not it, I’ll help you up.” Before you could say anything, he grabbed you and tossed you into the air like you were a rag doll. You screamed, of course, but when you landed you bounced a little, like on a trampoline. When you opened your eyes you saw that you were sitting on the giant web he’d strung up. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He landed next to you and sat with his legs crisscross style.

“That wasn’t cool. You scared the shit out of me.” You pursed your lips and folded your arms around your chest.

“Well, just look up.” He pointed and laid down with his hands behind his head. Still bitter about being thrown in the air, you sighed with a roll of your eyes and tilted your head upwards. The stars twinkled in the clear night sky and your frustration immediately melted away.

The two of you laid next to each other while staring at the sky for quite a bit of time. You had a ton of questions that you wanted to ask him; mostly little things about him. “So, you created the fluid you use for your webs?”


“You must be a smart kid, Spider-Boy.” You teased.

He looked away from you embarrassed. “I guess I am.”

“Okay, but who’s going to clean up all this web?”

“It dissolves after two hours. Speaking of which, what time is it?”

You pulled out your phone. “Nearly… 2 am?! I have a math test tomorrow!” You tried to get up but forgot you weren’t on solid ground and fell over. “You gotta take me home, Spider-Boy.”

On the way back he apologized countless times and you could tell his was booking it as much as he could for your place. He dropped you off at your window and said a hasty goodbye before disappearing into the skyline. You changed into your pajamas and curled up into your bed, hoping you’d be able to catch enough z’s.

The next time you found a note on your window, he took you to Chinatown, but it was still pretty busy so you got to see all the different signs and people on the streets. He took you lots of place over the next couple trips, each visit getting closer and closer to one another so that you saw him almost every other night.

Up to this point you’d decided not to tell anyone about your adventures with Spider-Man, but you couldn’t keep his most recent visit a secret. You were excited to share it with Ned and Peter because he’d taken you to Stark Tower; where the Avengers used to work from.

That was the first night he’d really taken you high up like that. It was terrifying, to say the least. He’d actually webbed your torso to his as he climbed up the building. “I’ve never been up this high before.” His voice shook ever so slightly as he looked down towards the concrete jungle below.

“I’d never thought that Spider-Boy would be afraid of heights.” You teased with a toothy grin.

“I’m not afraid of heights! I’ve never climbed a building this tall before, that’s all…”

The height was very apparent because the wind at this level was more torrential compared to the ground level. With your hands around his neck, you dug your face into his shoulder to keep your hair from getting all in your face. You were also very scared being this high, but you didn’t want him knowing that.

It seemed like a millennia before you reached the top where there was a flat platform that looked like a landing pad. Once you were on solid ground again, Spider-Man cut you free from the webbing and tossed it in the wind. The city below looked so small now.

“It’s beautiful…” you held up your hands over your mouth trying not to freak out over the sight. You heard him mutter something incoherent and turned to him. “You say something?”

“Nothing!” The lenses on his mask widened and you turned your attention back to the scene in front of you.

“You know, it seems like there’s no security here right now. I was sure we’d be caught by now.”

“Well, I asked Mr. Stark about taking you here, so he probably let someone know…” He shrugged and joined you.

“So,” you sat down and dangled your feet over the edge, “you still haven’t told me how old you are.”

“Would you believe me if I told you I was 18?” He turned to you with hope in his masked eyes.

“Absolutely not,” you laughed and nudged him, “so, what is it? How old are you, Spider-Boy?” At this point he’d accepted your nickname for him, and didn’t argue with you about it anymore.

“I’m 15.” Now you weren’t expecting him to be your age, which made him probably one of the youngest superheroes ever. Another question had been eating away at your mind for awhile, but you were too afraid to ask. It’s now or never, I guess…

“Well, does 15 year-old Spider-Boy have a girlfriend?”

“Do you have a boyfriend?” You felt your stomach do a flip when he turned his gaze to yours.

“You can’t answer a question with a question, mister!” You scrunched up your face and wagged a finger. He didn’t say anything at first, but sighed.

“No, I don’t have a girlfriend.” Good. “Th–There is a girl I’ve had a crush on for awhile now, though.” He kicked his feet and looked away from you.

“What’s she like?”

“Well, she’s beautiful, and hilarious, and kind, and strong. Very brave for climbing up this building with me.” With every word his hand had slid closer to your own, and soon they were almost touching.

“Well I have a crush on a boy, but I don’t know his name, or what he looks like, or what school he goes to. But I do know that he’s sweet, and horribly awkward.” Your hand drifted over his and you leaned a little closer to him. He mirrored and when your noses touched you laughed. “It’s kinda hard to kiss you when your mask is covering your face.”

“Oh, right.” he pulled the mask up to reveal his chin and mouth. You leaned in again and pressed your lips on his…

You kissed Spider-Man?” Ned nearly announced it to the whole cafeteria, but luckily you were sitting in their empty side of the room. “Okay, now I know you’re lying.”

“I wouldn’t make something up like that, Ned! He’s been taking me around at night for the past month or so and last night we went up to Stark Tower. I just didn’t want to tell anybody because they’d react like you just did.” You rolled your eyes and stared off at the wall to avoid looking at them.

“Okay, say you have been hanging out with Spider-Man, what’s he like?”

“He’s super smart; would you believe that he came up with the fluid for his web shooters? He told me that one night, even let me play with them. He’s a total nerd, and he’s kind of awkward, but it’s okay because he’s one of the sweetest people I’ve met.” You gushed and felt your face go red once you realized what you were saying.

“I believe you, Y/N.” Peter chipped in sheepishly. “I mean, I’m sure Spider-Man’s just a normal guy like us. I mean, if you look past his super strength and stuff.” He scratched the back of his head and you stared at him for a moment. Something about the way he always did that when he got nervous along with his voice sounded so familiar.

“Yeah… Also,” you turned back to Ned in a low whisper, “he’s not even a man. He’s only 15, like you and me.”

“Whatever, Y/N. I’m still skeptical, but I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.”

You finished your food before the two boys and gave curt goodbyes before taking huge strides to throw your food away on the opposite end of the dining hall. “I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt; I’ll show you, Ned…” You mocked under your breath and stormed out of the cafeteria.

Little did you know, Ned and Peter were having a frantic conversation once you left. “Dude, you kissed Y/N?! You have to tell her!”

“I-I can’t; she’ll stop liking me. She doesn’t like Peter Parker, she likes Spider-Man.”

“If you don’t tell her, I will.”

“No!” He sighed. “Fine, I’ll tell her…”

When you got home that evening you rushed to your room hoping to find a note on your window. You weren’t disappointed, because sure enough there was a piece of paper stuck to the glass with webs.

Roof at 11?

You waited impatiently throughout the night; almost spilling your juice all over the dining room table at dinner, completely blanking out on your homework, it was a mess. You were so anxious to see him because you wanted to prove to Ned you actually knew Spider-Man.

When 11 pm came, you nearly bolted out your window and up the fire escape. Sure enough, Spider-Man was pacing around the roof like he usually was. He was also talking to himself again. “I can’t do that, Karen!” He said a little too loudly and noticed you were standing on the other side of the roof. “Oh, hi, Y/N!”

“Who’s Karen?” You tilted your head.

“She’s an AI in my suit. I talk to her a lot…” He scratched the back of his head.

“That… explains a lot.” You smiled and strolled closer to him. “Where are we going tonight?”

“Um, actually, I had something to tell you first.” You stopped dead in your tracks. “Well, I’m not who you think I am–No that sounds stupid, um…” He sighed and slid the mask off. You didn’t believe what you saw.

“Peter…?” The confusion was then taken over by anger. “Is this some joke? Did Ned put you up to this?” You clenched your fists and turned around to start looking for Ned’s hiding spot. “Ned! This isn’t funny you better come out here or I’ll–”

“It’s not a joke, Y/N, trust me.” He shot a web to your wrist to stop you and you finally calmed down. “I know: Peter Parker as Spider-Man, right? Don’t blame you for thinking it’s a joke.” He avoided your gaze.

“It’s not like that, Peter. I just thought Ned was playing a joke on me after what I told you guys earlier…” The hurt in his eyes was killing you. “You’re not a joke, Peter. I just wasn’t expecting Spider-Boy to be someone that I knew, that’s all.”

He looked up and was met with your reassuring smile. “Um, I’d understand if you don’t want to go out tonight… Now that you know Spider-Man’s Peter Parker and all…”

“Peter,” you took some steps closer to him, “Spider-Man and Peter Parker are the same smart, adorable, and sweet person I’ve grown to like.” Now you were just as close as you were the night before when you kissed him. It was different tonight, though. Something about finally knowing who you’d been crushing on for awhile made it seem more exciting and thrilling. You leaned in and kissed his forehead. “Where to, Spider-Boy?” Peter was too flustered to reply and you chuckled.

“Right,” he threw his mask back on, “I was thinking star gazing again.”

“Lead the way, Peter.” You climbed onto his back and couldn’t stop smiling the whole way to the park.

Mr. Sleepy Head

At first you’re annoyed with the guy that falls asleep next to you in class, but he’s like a fucking puppy. How could you be annoyed with that for long?

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Hi! I have a headcanon request- how would Sincerely Three interact with their soulmates in the AU where whatever one person writes on themselves would show up on the other's skin? Thanks so much! <3

omg this is cute and u said soulmate au and im automatically in love

gonna put this under a readmore

also im assuming u mean x reader but if u want like, actual ship Sincerely Three (because i love them a lot tbh), just ask again and be like ‘tris ur dumb’

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best friend! Seungkwan

anon asked: can i request for some best friend!Seungkwan? (and probs some side best friend!Vernon like idk man i can definitely see them as the type where you can’t be best friends with one and not be best friends with the other lol)

  • the hardest part of childhood was figuring out school 
  • while it wasn’t learning the alphabet or how to read or basic addition and subtraction that you found difficult 
  • elementary school was tough lol 
  • mostly because you wanted to make friends 
  • but who knew getting friends was tough if you didn’t talk to anyone 
  • your teacher tried getting you to talk to the other kids 
  • but they low key scared you 
  • some were always yelling or crying for their mothers or throwing crayons 
  • so you just shook your head and colored your doodles on paper 
  • that was until someone’s birthday 
  • “Class, today is Boo Seungkwan’s birthday! He brought cake for everyone, line up to get a slice!" 
  • as usual you remained sitting in your seat in the back table coloring your rainbow in the sky 
  • until a paper plate with a slice of cake was plopped in front of you 
  • "It’s my birthday, you have to have cake." 
  • Seungkwan stood in front of you, probably the cutest seven year old to ever grace all of Jeju 
  • you always thought he was cool (from what you gathered was cool as a seven year old)
  • because he had lots of friends to play with at recess 
  • but you still didn’t know how to talk to the other kids 
  • and yet somehow he got you to say a few words 
  • "No thanks, I don’t like cake." 
  • "What?!?!? Who doesn’t like cake?" 
  • Seungkwan said crinkling his nose 
  • "I don’t." 
  • and from then on Seungkwan was hooked 
  • he followed you around during recess despite having friends who wanted to play soccer or kickball 
  • trying to figure out why you didn’t like cake 
  • yes he was that determined 
  • you liked sitting on the swings 
  • and Seungkwan sat next to you asking you every cake flavor he knew 
  • "Chocolate? Vanilla? Funfetti? How do you not like cake?" 
  • you laughed, he was so stubborn 
  • "I like pie better." 
  • and that’s all it took for a bootiful beautiful friendship to start 
  • he’d draw a smiley face sun on your drawing of a rainbow 
  • "How could you not have a sun?" 
  • he’d ask you to push him on the swings 
  • "y/n, you have to push me really high up." 
  • "I’m tinier than you Boo Seungkwan!" 
  • and who knew that ball of hyper energy lived down the street from you?
  • you went for a bike ride with your parents 
  • and there he was following his mom bringing in the groceries 
  • "Y/n?!?!?" 
  • "Boo Seungkwan?" 
  • many afternoons were spent reading picture books together or riding bikes 
  • even your parents ended up as close friends when one time Seungkwan scraped his knee and your parents helped you put on a bandaid for him and called his parents to tell them what happened 
  • when middle school came around you both had your own friend groups 
  • but you always walked home together 
  • complaining about how heavy your backpacks were and how mean your teachers were 
  • you both end up trading backpacks and racing each other up the hill to your houses to show the other how light their backpack was compared to yours 
  • "I won!" 
  • "No way, my back pack was way heavier, you’re cheating!" 
  • you’d always do homework at Seungkwan’s house on Mondays and Tuesdays 
  • and he’d go to your house for homework Wednesdays and Thursdays 
  • Fridays you’d both go down to the arcade and get ice cream and play arcade games 
  • you lived for Seungkwan’s mom’s pie 
  • and he loved your mom’s home made cake 
  • and so every lunch whenever he got pie he’d trade you for your cake 
  • your mom knew you didn’t like cake and yet she continued packing it for you 
  • "Just give it to Seungkwan since you do that anyway." 
  • Seungkwan liked playfully poking you every time you passed him in the hallways
  • people thought you two were siblings
  • "Wait he’s not your brother? But you two are always together everywhere? Walking home, walking to school…?" 
  • and when high school came around 
  • and his video of him singing got him a shot at PLEDIS 
  • he ran up to your house ringing the doorbell frantically with happy tears in his eyes 
  • "Go get ‘em Boo Seungkwan. I can see you walking around telling everyone you meet 'I’m from Jeju’ already. Make us proud Seungkwan." 
  • you laughed giving him a supportive hug 
  • you spent the rest of the afternoon hanging out with him while you can 
  • giving him all the support you can 
  • "What if I’m not good enough?" 
  • BOI
  • he just laughed at your outburst 
  • "You sure?" 
  • "Seungkwan, I’d eat cake everyday for the rest of my life if it shows you how much I believe in you." 
  • "You must be serious, you really don’t like cake." 
  • "I do believe in you, Seungkwan, what the hell of course you’ll make it and then I expect signed stuff from you so I can sell it on the internet." 
  • "Yah!!! You should covet my stuff and run my fan sites, y/n!" 
  • "Cash is better, sorry not sorry." 
  • and you both laughed together 
  • "You’ve grown from the person drawing rainbows in the back of the class long ago.” He said smiling at you 
  • “Guess you taught me how to be my loud self. I only learned from the best." 
  • and he did it 
  • he debuted 
  • you were so proud 
  • he called you often during his trainee period telling you his worries 
  • you knew when he was close to crying
  • but you were there to support him 
  • and be his number one fan
  • and you watched his predebut programs 
  • and thought about the boy from Jeju who insisted you have cake that day so long ago 
  • and you told him of your high school life 
  • mostly exams and whatnot 
  • and you both studied hard together 
  • after he debuted, it was harder to see him 
  • your parents shipped you off to some of your family in Seoul 
  • where you could work part time and go to a university there 
  • but when you did hang out 
  • it felt no different than your after school ice cream and arcade days 
  • you’d wake up in the morning and see 172 messages from him 
  • pictures of his rehearsals at 2:37am 
  • and just random thoughts he had and sent to you 
  • "Hansol made a joke and it was awful." 
  • you met Hansol too because of Seungkwan 
  • "Why does Seungkwan always text you during our short breaks?”
  • “Seungkwan why are you texting me in third person?”
  • “Oh lmao this is Hansol, I stole Seungkwan’s phone and am currently hiding in the bathroom since he won’t tell me who he always texts." 
  • you snorted a little too loudly and ended up getting weird looks from your aunt 
  • "I’m y/n, Seungkwan’s friend from high school. I’m from Jeju." 
  • you met Hansol the next time you hung out with Seungkwan 
  • local park by his company with some nice hoops for basketball 
  • "Ah so you must be y/n.” the boy next to Seungkwan said 
  • “I swear I tried to get rid of him, but he just loves me too much, what can I do?" 
  • you burst out laughing their friendship is too cute 
  • y'all end up playing a game two v. one 
  • Hansol insisting you play on his team to show Seungkwan what’s up 
  • and you all go for ice cream afterwards 
  • "Hey!” A ping from your phone 
  • a picture of a smiling Hansol and Seungkwan pop up 
  • you smile and send them back a picture of you sticking out your tongue
  • “working hard I see” you say 
  • “Seungkwan misses you, but I missed you more" 
  • "What the heck Hansol stop it, who’s the best friend here?" 
  • "Tell Seungkwan you like me better, y/n." 
  • "YAH! She’s my best friend back off!" 
  • "get a room you two” you send while dying from laughter 
  • “y/n!!!“ they both send you 
  • your group chat consists of random selfies of Seungkwan 
  • and funny cat videos from Hansol 
  • and a lot of you being in the middle of their arguments 
  • "green tea chocolate is the best" 
  • "you can’t beat classical milk chocolate" 
  • "why not both you two?" 
  • "I’m offended." 
  • "Who are you?" 
  • "What do you mean both?!?!?" 
  • lit groups chats 
  • but you three are such troublemakers
  • so they be pming you like shady mofos 
  • "let’s prank Hansol, y/n.” “Let’s prank Seungkwan" 
  • separate messages you received within five minutes of each other 
  • so naturally you play them both 
  • and they both end up getting soaked by water balloons 
  • while you stayed a safe distance away keeled over dying of laughter
  • “Why didn’t you warn me, I’ve know you for years!" 
  • you run away as the two of them chase you with water balloons 
  • in the end all three of you get soaked 
  • "so anyone up for some cake?" 
  • "You know I hate cake let’s get pie" 
  • "I vote ice cream" 
  • ice cream it is then

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nct dream ☆ arcade date hcs! ☆

sO i recently went to an arcade for the first time with my friends and !!! i had so much fun i decided to write this hNG enjoy (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧


  • u guys don’t really go to the arcade often 
  • most of ur dates consist of study dates, cute coffee dates, or just lazy cuddle dates where u two stay at the nct dorms
  • bUt sometimes u wanna feel yOuNg and arcades are always stupidly fun 
  • u two probably go to an arcade that’s meant for younger kids and cheat at all the games bc ur bigger than the average 5 year old (hopefully)

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Tattoo Girl (G.D) Part 1

Summary: Grayson, his twin brother and their 3 best friends work for the police force. They’re working on busting the biggest drug case of the century, ran by the most dangerous gang in America. While busting down doors, and trying to track down the bad guys, Grayson’s attention turns to a mysterious girl with a mysterious tattoo. Who is she? Where is she from, and what’s her story? What happens when you fall in love with one of America’s top 10 wanted criminals?

Warnings: Mentions of drugs, violence, guns, and blood. Cursing. 

A/N: It’s here! The new series is here! I’m really excited about this one! It’s a little different from all the fluffy lovely dovey stuff I write, but I really like it, and I hope you guys enjoy it! Feel free to let me know what you guys think about it! Love you guys <3

( All the characters are in their mid 20s in this series. )

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Grayson’s POV

My name is Grayson Dolan, and I work for LAPD. I’m a head narcotics cop, and alongside me were my best friends Ethan Dolan, and Nate Garner. Ethan also happens to be my twin brother, and Nate has been our best friend since high school.

Our other best friends Aaron, and Jack works for the police force also. They were double agents, who would soon be ranked with us, once we bust this big drug case.

It was Ethan’s, Nate’s and I’s weekend off, but we were called into LAPD headquarters for a meeting. Chief never holds meetings on a Saturday, so whatever this was about, its clearly important.

I should be listening to the chief, but I was doodling away in my notepad. For the past 2 weeks, every page in my notes is filled with drawings of a compass, with leaves floating around it. It was actually a girl’s tattoo that I was drawing. I have no idea why, but I just couldn’t get it or the girl out of my head.  

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In Terms of Fire & Ice {2}

A/N: Part 2 is up! There are little hints in here regarding the other boys’ stories. If you catch them (I made them pretty obvious) which one are you most excited for? Tbh i really want to know! I’ll tag @smols-n-tols bc they’re just a great group of supportive people who yell at me whenever I lose sleep just to write lmao ily y’all

Pairing: Wanna One’s Seongwoo x Reader

Genre: Angst, fuckboi!seongwoo, rich!seongwoo, enemies to lovers!au

Word Count: Roughly 1k

Parts: 1 / 2 / 3

Bound in leather, yellow with age, the journal that sat on the third shelf of the southernmost bookshelf in the second library had been with the school since its opening in 1917. Inscribed on the first page, in cursive handwriting, were the words, “Welcome to the Cherry Pickers’ Club.”

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Jared Kleinman being comfortable about his figure (HCs)

Request: “Do you think you could do a Jared fic/HCs about him being very comfortable/confident about his figure? I feel like Jared find always have him being an insecure boy and I just wanna see him be happy and thrive. Thank you!”

Note: i got so tired writing ‘five years’ (long ass mike faist x reader fic) that i decided that im just gonna finish one of those headcanons request and here it is ! also, prepare yourself bc guess who’s posting ‘drop your pants’ (ben platt x artmajor!reader) part 2 in a few days ;—)


  • okay let’s do this
  • jared being confident about his figure is one of the cutest shit you’d ever witness
  • that boy would be SO proud of his muffin top
  • like one day, you’d be baking in your place and as you put the batter in the lil muffin wrappers, he’d casually just lift up his shirt
  • “babe you know it’s a good muffin when its shape looks like this”
  • he says as he points at his cute lil chub
  • and when he finds a muffin that represents his chub a lot, he’d be so excited

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Roommates - Logicality Fanfiction

This one has been in my mind for a while, i really hope it turned out okay and doesn’t suck.  

Summary: Logan didn’t know why he chose to live on the university campus but his crush on a certain art student that keeps stealing his notes certainly had something to do with it.

Pairing: Logicality 

Words: 1219

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Logan knew this would be a bad idea. A very, very bad idea.

So why did he do it? 

He had no idea. 

He lived close enough to the university to commute, a five-minute train ride dropped him off just around the corner. So why had he chosen to live on campus grounds with an infuriatingly cute roommate that was slowly burrowing under his skin and driving him crazy?

That would be a question he’d never have an answer to. He and Patton hadn’t really bonded, as most roommates had during the few weeks they’d been at university. It wasn’t for Patton’s lack of trying, more for Logan purposely avoiding his dorm so he didn’t have to feel those butterflies that were there every time he heard his roommate speak.

Logan sighed, hesitating as he made his way down the hall. He took a deep breath, steeled himself and entered the dorm.

“Hi Logan!” His roommate exclaimed, looking up from his drawing.

“Good afternoon, Patton,” Logan replied, not even glancing at the overly-cheerful art student. It was better to not look at his roommate at all than risk making his crush worse.

He walked through the shared area to his half of the room, dumping his bag on the bed and making his way over to his desk to complete his half-finished assignment. Logan immediately started sorting through the stacks of papers, confusion slowly rising with every paper he flicked through. The paper had been there yesterday, how could it just disappear?

“Have you seen my research for the romantic poet’s assignment?” Logan asked, finally having no choice but to turn to his roommate.

Patton slowly spun round in his desk chair, a guilty look etched onto his face. “I had a really good idea and wanted to draw it before I forgot it. I didn’t mean to! It was the closest piece of paper, I’m sorry Logan!” He held up Logan’s research, which now had an intricate drawing of a dragon on the back, the black marker bleeding through the page and marring the words on the other side into an unintelligible mess.

Logan couldn’t stay mad, not with Patton’s eyes filling up with tears. He sighed, pinched the bridge of his nose and told the other to keep it. He’d used most of the information on the page anyway. 

Patton jumped up, ecstatic at being forgiven, and placed a chaste kiss on Logan’s cheek. “You forgive me?”

“Y-yes I forgive you,” Logan stuttered. Patton smiled and nodded, turning away to pin the sheet to the ideas board that sat on the wall above his desk, oblivious to the feelings he’d set ablaze in his roommate’s heart.

It soon became commonplace for Logan to give Patton any pages he didn’t need any more for the other to doodle on. The action quickly bought the two closer, Logan becoming curious as to what Patton needed so much paper for. The first time he had asked to look in Patton’s art folder his breath had been taken away. His roommate bought his ideas to life with paper and graphite pencil, drawings ranging from people walking along The Seine to portraits. The lifelike drawings didn’t spare a single detail; everything from the shadows cast from the streetlights to the expressions captured in the faces of his models had been painstakingly included, making the art pieces more like a photograph than drawing.

“You like them?” Patton asked, apprehension tainting his voice. 

“Patton, I…” Logan was speechless. “You have a gift.”

“Really? You think so?” His eyes lit up. 

“I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true. As far as my artistic experience goes, you have talent.”

A dazzling smile broke onto Patton’s face. “Thank you so much, Logan!” He threw himself at his roommate, wrapping him up in a tight hug. Logan felt the familiar feeling bubbling up in his chest, wrapping his arms just that bit tighter around Patton and smiling slightly.

It had been the last week before Christmas break when Patton had crossed the line. Logan had stumbled into the room, tiredness and pent-up frustration bubbling in his stomach from the long day he’d already had and the never-ending amount of work his lecturers had given him to do during the holiday. 

Patton had greeted him cheerily, like always, from his desk chair. Logan had just silently nodded in reply, blushing lightly under Patton’s gaze. As snow started to lightly fall outside, Logan threw himself unceremoniously onto the bed, assignment gripped in his hand. As he started to proof-read his handwritten assignment, and noticed the introductory page was missing, jumping into a sentence that had been started on the previous page. His eyebrows drew together as he made his way back to his desk, sorting through the papers 3 more times as his tired mind tried to comprehend where it could have gone to. There was no way he could replicate something he’d written weeks ago that was due tomorrow. 

Then he realized, there was only one way his papers went missing.

“Patton,” he started, voice carefully controlled. “You don’t know where the first page of my Shakespearean assignment is do you?”

Patton smiled as he turned to face Logan. “You mean this? I thought it was just some of your notes.” He held up a sheet of paper – the first page of Logan’s project – with a rough drawing in pen on the back. 

The snow outside whipped up into a frenzy as Logan’s repressed frustration and stress exploded, attacking the person who probably deserved it the least. “You can’t keep doing this! That page was really important to this assignment. I can’t believe you’d go over and just take my stuff like that, I thought we were past that. I thought I could trust you.” 

Patton’s eyes filled with tears. “I-I’m sorry, Logan. I didn’t think-“

“No, you didn’t did you,” Logan snapped, head starting to pound. It was his crush’s first sob that bought Logan out of his rage, heart breaking at the sound, the sound he’d caused. He hung his head in shame, sheepishly making his way over to and kneeling next to the crying Patton. “I-I apologize for my words. They were uncalled for. I overreacted and didn’t think logically about how my words could hurt you. I’m sorry.” 

Patton peeked through the fingers covering his face. Seeing Logan’s sincerity, he dropped his hands to his lap, playing with his fingers. “I-it’s okay, I should’ve asked first anyway,” he whispered.

“What did you draw?” Logan asked, trying to clear the tension. 

Patton turned and grabbed the paper, offering it to Logan. “I drew you.” 

Logan took the paper, shock falling onto his face. A monochrome portrait of himself had been drawn, capturing him in one of the moments that was rare with anyone but Patton. He was smiling, a happy smile that could light up the room – one of pure joy and contentedness. 

“Patton, I…” he trailed off as his eyes locked with Patton’s, they were close, so, so close. 

His roommate smirked. “I know. Me too.” Patton surged forward and pressed his lips to Logan’s, softly melting against the other. Logan froze in shock for a second before realizing this was what he’d wanted all along. Smiling, Logan returned the kiss as the snow continued to fall…