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warmth — ch. 4

peter parker x fem!reader

word count: 2.1k !!! kinda a lil one
warnings: um let’s see it’s just the usual oUT OF CHARACTER bullshit and cursing lmaooo. exposition!! bad descriptons lmao. also lots of GIRL LUV
summary: you got a suit !!! a supersuit !!!!!!!! h e l l z y e a 
a/n: im worried this isnt a good chapter bc yall always hit me with so much LOVE that i get so worried i’m gonna let u down!!!!!! i love u al!!!!! i rlly hope u enjoy!!!!!

chapter one // chapter two // chapter three 

“So, training is going well?” Tony asked as you followed him into the familiar sewing room. A variety of fabrics hung around the walls, high tech machines ready to work.

“Oh, you know, kicking ass is fucking exhausting,” you playfully groaned.

“You can magically heal, Y/N. Can you even get sore? Or bruised, even?” he asked, looking at you over his sunglasses. 

“…Emotionally,” you mumbled, much to his amusement.

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anonymous asked:

so i've been reading escapade and it's honestly the best thing i've ever read so i was wondering what your favourite fics were (besides escapade ofc)

it’s SO GOOD isn’t it? i obviously love relief next to me too! my other all time faves are probably black with autumn rain, the wonderlandsthe impossible now and bloodline

PSA

I love every fanfiction author on earth !!! Thank you so much for using your own time to provide us with a free(!) story to read that is 10x better than every book I have read put in one!

For long fic writers: Your detailed fics are so amazing and you amaze me every single time with the amount of research and time you have put into your beautiful works! Whether I am looking to kill time or just want something to distract me you have provided me with that, and I am so glad we have writers like you!

For short fic writers: Your fluffy/angsty/smutty/all of the above fics are so nice to read after a long day! When I just need something small because I don’t have the energy for something long, you wrote something for yourself and shared it with us, and I am so glad that we have writers like you!

If you write fluff; Thank you so much! I love reading your self-indulgent fics. They are so sweet and adorable and those characters definitely would do that.

If you write angst; Thank you so much! I love reading your painful fics. I’m always excited to see how it will end and if things will ever get better.

If you write smut; Thank you so much! I love reading your own fantasies(or realities, or just what you chose to write). They make me smile and blush.

If you write romance; Thank you so much! I love reading about my otp falling in love over and over. Even if it is cliché, it’s also unique and I’m still  surprised each time.

If you write about platonic relationships; Thank you so much! I love reading about my favorite best friends and siblings. You bring something not often seen and your courage is amazing.

If you write crack; Thank you so much! I love reading your random fics. They make me laugh time and time again and even if they are weird and ooc, they are amazing too.

If you write anything else; THANK YOU SO MUCH! Whatever it is you write, it is amazing and I love it. 

I know my singular opinion doesn’t mean much when there are millions of people on this earth, but I want it to be heard!

I LOVE FANFICION WRITERS. YA’LL ARE THE REAL MVPS.

Giving up on a show once they kill off your fav and realizing it wasn’t that great of a show and you only liked it for one reason

hey uh I know s6 just happened and I enjoyed it a whole lot but I’m still stuck in that s1 headspace, ya feel?

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C-C-C-C’MON, C-C-C-C’MON, LET’S GO!

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shower me with your affection (or let me wilt)

YOI bigbang || written by @exile-wrath​/@plotmaster, art by me!

“Victor and Yuuri meet in a summer of earthquakes, shower duets, musical filming, and figuring out whether they should suspect each other to be a murderer or not.”

Read the fic on AO3! <3

so I’m kind of a sucker for Redemption Equals Death because it’s sad and I’m a sucker for sad. but I also…idk, sometimes I wish it weren’t such an overwhelming trend, not only because All My Faves Wind Up Dead but also because…I want to see more villains actually going through the hard, messy work of redemption, that it can’t just be done and over with, that it’s not as simple as One Good Heroic Act and everything is better. 

I want the awkward and painful and difficult aftermath.

like, what I really want is the villain seeking redemption who is genre savvy enough to go for a redemptive death, figuring that’s their best way out - and who survives, and has to live up to what they meant to be their last act. 

rather than death as the end of a redemptive arc, near-death as the beginning of one.

“Perhaps I am being too forward, I don’t know what your expectations are, the books I have read about Japan did not discuss such things, but, ah… you surely must know that I would very much like to kiss you.”

He hadn’t expected Victor to say something like that so soon, but it was the simplicity of the request that startled and charmed Yuuri all at once. Not a desire for them to go to bed together, or to become regular lovers; only a kiss. And he seemed so concerned that even that could offend Yuuri. It might have, if this were his first time among Westerners. But it was only a kiss. Yuuri had kissed plenty of men.

He didn’t respond, only reached up to take his glasses off, and then slid his fingers up from where they still rested against Victor’s shoulder to the back of his neck before he leaned across the distance between them and pressed their lips together.



I’m currently rereading @thetwoguineabook‘s Blackbird and AHHHHH I love this fic SO MUCH I wish I could draw every single scene in it *sobs*

This scene in Ch 2 is probably one of my favourite scenes in the entire fic. The way Victor tells Yuuri that he wants to kiss him - it gets me every time

arrest me (m.)

a/n ➙ i kept coming back to this idea, so here it is… it took me forever to finish, though, literal months. this is the longest fic i’ve ever written in my entire life, oh my god. cover credit goes to the lovely @wagicshop you own my heart thank uwu

genre ➙ detective!au + fluff + smut
words ➙ 7.5k
member ➙ jeon jungkook

  • detective jeon just can’t seem to leave you alone.

— warnings ➙ dom!jungkook, dirty talk, thigh riding, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, praise, unprotected sex (stay safe kids), rough, bondage, creampie, spanking.

You groaned the second you saw him, just barely holding yourself back from throwing your head back in frustration. You’d just wanted to get coffee before class in peace—was that too much to ask?

He stopped right in front of you, a smirk already on his face. You squinted up at him and forced a strained smile onto your face.

“Detective,” you greeted, continuing on your way, hoping he wouldn’t stop you. You internally sighed when he simply walked alongside you.

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“Prom was invented just to make girls starve so they can fit in a dress and compete over a stupid title.”

“Uh –” Derek blinks, eyes his sister dubiously, “I’m not a girl?”

Cora huffs. “Whatever.”

In the kitchen Laura bursts out laughing. “Don’t worry.” She yells. “Cora is just jealous she will have to wait five years to go to her own prom.”

“I’m not going!” Cora yells back. “Prom is stupid, I don’t even know why you’re going,” she tells Derek, “it’s not like you know how to have fun.”

Derek raises an eyebrow while Laura just laughs harder. “Oh my god.” Their older sister says. “I stay away for six months and Cora turns into a sassy queen.” She walks into the living room, pretends to wipe at her eyes. “I’m so proud.”

“You two are ridiculous.” Derek says, turning around. “And I’m just going because Erica promised to pay me. With ice cream.” Then he gives Cora a wicked smile. “That I’m not going to share with either of you.”

“You are the worst brother!” Cora yells as he begins to climb the stairs. “And I hope you fall on your ass while trying to dance!”

“Can’t hear you!” Derek’s cell begins to ring. “Too busy getting ready to prom!”

Laura lets out a high-pitched laughter. “I love you two so much.”

Derek shakes his head fondly, closes his bedroom door behind himself just as Cora tells Laura to shut up. “Hey.” He answers the phone, collapsing on his bed. “What’s up?”

“Yo,” Stiles answers, “whatcha doing?”

“Listening to my sisters fight.” He says, snorting when he hears his dad start complaining about all the yelling and ‘no, Cora, I’m not letting you go to prom, you’re thirteen!’. “I’m gonna have to check the trunk of my car tomorrow night.”

Stiles laughs. “She’s not that good.”

“If you keep teaching her, she will be.” Derek blurts out, curses himself mentally when he realizes it came out harsher than he intended.

It’s just – sometimes he can’t help it. He’s known Stiles since they were four, Cora wasn’t even born then, but one day she turned eleven and Stiles became her new favorite person. Stiles couldn’t find it funnier and took Cora as his little apprentice. He even taught her how to cheat on Mario Kart.

He’s never taught Derek that.

Derek rolls his eyes, thinks about his little sister still downstairs pouting and trying to convince their dad that she’s old enough to go out. He shouldn’t be jealous of her, but the thing is – he grew up with two sisters, he knows how to share toys and food, but he doesn’t know how to share Stiles.

Because Stiles is his.

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in case you’re considering writing cute winter fluff this year might i suggest...

- sharing! a! long! scarf! 

- a being an ass and putting their cold hands on b’s warm neck 

- cafeteria tray/cardboard sheet sledding aka how to kiss your datefriend in a snowdrift bc you’re idiots and went flying into one 

- christmas! market! dates!!!

- hey the fire alarm in our dorm went off at 3am and you ran outside without a coat wanna share my blanket? 

- a learning how to make traditional holiday foods from b’s culture bc they’re homesick 

- decorating wars complete with Too Much Glitter ™

- ice skating dates and which one’s kinda unstable and clinging cutely to the other 

- is die hard a christmas movie? the debate (it absolutely is) 

- “i said UGLY christmas sweaters not nsfw christmas sweaters, we can NOT wear these, my boss will kill me”

- who peeks at their presents early and tries to hide the evidence and who actually loves the anticipation and wondering? 

- “would you like some hot cocoa with your mountain of marshmallows oh my god are you TRYING to put yourself into a sugar coma?" 

- fireplaces. ‘nuff said.

- "what made you think that putting a holiday sweater on our CAT was a good idea? i’ll get the band-aids." 

- you took me on a cut-your-own-christmas-tree-farm date & holy frick you make a cute lumberjack I WAS UNPREPARED 

- the power’s out & we’re snowed in, how on earth will we stay warm???

- you booked a snowy carriage ride through the park & i’m afraid of horses but you’re excited OH GOD HORSES ARE BIGGER CLOSE UP & GOING TO EAT ME 

- candy cane sword fights & how quickly they can escalate 

- your family sucks so you’re kinda meh on holidays, lets make some fun, new traditions together!

- we were going to go walking around the neighborhood to see all the pretty lights but you woke up feeling a bit under the weather and not up to being outside in the snow so i snuck out early this morning and made a video of them all for you so you didn’t have to miss out

“I wouldn’t be makin’ fun of anyone’s ears if I were you, pointy,” Gimli said peaceably.

“Pointy!?”

“That’ll teach you to mock a Dwarf’s height,” Gimli said, and he grinned again.

“Pointy,” Legolas said under his breath, scowling, and one of his hands surreptitiously crept up to finger the sharp tip of his ear.

a scene from @determamfidd‘s Sansûkh

writing fanfic like

Fic tags/warnings : angst, pining, friends to lovers, roommates, but they don’t live in the same actual room, flatmates, modern flat, domesticity, cooking, cooking breakfast, not cooking lunch or dinner, eggs, omelettes, non-veganism, dish ware, tea, drinking the tea, bickering, snark, watching tv, rupaul’s drag race, shangela, more pining, referring to boys as gorgeous, holding hands, interlaced fingers, legs touching, knees touching, fabrics, use of shoulder as a pillow, cuddling, breathing, hearts pounding, continued television watching, whispering, failing to act, time skips, sleeping, sleeping in separate rooms, nightmares, waking up, moving to the same bed, bed sharing, cotton sheets, awkwardness, hugging, comfort, a restful night’s sleep, morning breath, pretend disgust, staring into each other’s eyes, kissing, giggles, face touching, noses, butterfly kisses, fluff, lots of fluff, pressing together, frotting, frotting through pajamas, silk pajamas, flannel pajamas, friction, hardness, pleasure, sweat, ecstasy, sexual release, bodily fluids, mentions of laundry, implied bathroom usage, more breakfast, hugging from behind, feelings of surprise, feelings of contentment, happiness, hopeful resolution

Commenter: y wouldn’t u have a warning for doing the dishes? I hate being reminded of my chores, had to stop reading

If You Love Me, Come Clean

by @dreamsmp3withthethieves on AO3

Pairings: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik/Liam Payne

Chapters: 15/15; 120k words

Rating: Explicit

Summary: “Can I help you?” Louis inquires, with a hand on his hip and the tone of someone who feels like doing the exact opposite. He’s already had enough of this character, and he hasn’t even said a word yet.

The tall and unkempt boy turns to face him. In a substantial contradiction to his overall rough appearance, his pale green eyes flash with child-like amusement. This only serves to agitate Louis even more.

“I don’t know, can you?” the yet-to-be-named boy utters with a teasing tone, striding towards him. Louis focuses on his voice, which is low, and husky, and not sexy at all. He sounds like a chainsmoker, Louis notes to himself, and this observation is in no way an attempt to distract himself from how incredibly disarming the boy looks up close.

Louis pulls his thoughts together in time to respond, “Well, that depends on how much of my time
you’re planning on wasting.”

Or, AU in which Louis works at a recording studio where Harry’s ‘up and coming’ and ‘exciting’ soon-to-be famous indie band has just signed a deal to record their debut album at, and Louis’ never even heard of them for Christ’s sakes, but that doesn’t stop him from repeatedly catching the eye of the raven-haired, eyeliner-wearing, and slightly dangerous-looking frontman (but he’s not interested, he isn’t.)

thank you to @louiswantstomarryharry for making me this edit and also thank you to @melmanpur for letting me use your manip!

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My favorite pictures of Tom (Peter).

1D as fic writers:

Liam: write beautifully but is underrated, not enough kudos, not enough comments, is happy to write still because he just needs the words out of him at all cost. Hasn’t heard about doing fic posts with nice edits, doesn’t link in the notes because what even is an html code what? you’re speaking a foreign langage right now. 

Niall: only writes fluff, a fandom favorite but couldn’t care less about his popularity, would kill you if you ever send him an ask about adding some angst because “why do you hate love anon? Who hurt you?” 

Harry: Is the biggest angst hoe in all the land, the tags left by his followers under his fic posts make you wonder if they really love his shit or not  (from “noooooo” “this is going to hurt so good” “I hate you” to “Don’t do this to me”). Posts during the night when everyone is asleep then smirks and sleeps like a baby imagining the fandom exploding in the morning when he posts his 150k long angstfest. Is rather absent from his blog after that.

Louis: specialises in slow burn with a happy ending, is a fandom favorite but still doesn’t know why, and can’t believe it when his stats are good. Loves symbolism and writing banter. Loves co-writing and headcanoning. Does his fare share of shitposting when he’s not writing fics.

Zayn: Writes great fics then orphan them all, leaves the fandom and you never hear from him again.