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Im obsessed with date everything right now so I need more ideas.

Currently planning on insecure reader x Hector and any x autistic reader

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Parker X Reader X Chance Headcanons

Summary: What it's like to date a die and a board game at the same time.

A/N: WE NEED MORE PARKER X CHANCE X READER PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE IM SO GAY FOR THEM!!! Gender Neutral reader btw.

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- When you three got together, Parker didn't want to do anything until Chance finally let him roll for their relationship (it landed on love).

- Parker is very much touch-starved. He loves to bite whenever he can, he also jumpscares by wrapping his arms around you when you least expect it.

- Chance loves quality time with you. He didn't really care what you two were doing, he'd be glad to know more about you and stay by your side.

- The three of you hold a game night, playing G&G except for Fridays, that's the only time you let Parker host game night.

- Parker once dm-ed for a change, things escalated into chaos and every npc was either horny, bloodthirsty or a capitalist.

- Both will shower you with praises, but in different ways. Chance's compliments are genuine, they're short and sweet, meanwhile Parker is straightforward, chaotic and has no sense of shame when it comes to you.

- Since the two have their own hyperfixations, they will not hesitate to talk your ear off. Expect them to tell you some random fact that they remembered, maybe even at the same time.

- They don't really care about each other as muxh as they care about you. But if you leave them alone for five minutes, they start getting very intimate with each other.

- Both get flustered very easily, it only takes two genuine compliments and a kiss on the cheek to make them both melt like butter.

- When you're having a bad day, Chance will care for you while trying to pull Parker away since he'll only make unnecessary comments and challenge you to a game.

- When they have a bad day, they'll only want your attention on them. Cuddles, an ear to listen, and a few compliments can get them back on track.

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Where are all the Parker x Chance x Reader fics??? Guess I'll have to make them myself

Also free to take requests for date everything characters now

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*Ignoring all the ideas I had written down last night*: sigh. I don't know what to write...

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Not sure what fandoms youre in but a character trope that fits the "whyd it have to be you" thing could be characters like gojo who're sorta arrogant and obnoxious i mean theyre annoying as fuck so id totally go "why the fuck do i have to like you of all people"

Why'd It Have To Be You

Gojo Satoru x Male Reader

Summary: Although you found Gojo to be obnoxious and silly, you found it more annoying to find yourself falling for him.

A/N: I honestly got whiplash after finding out how goofy he was instead of being a serious, morally gray character I thought he was. Sorry if I mischaracterize him! I can rewrite it if you want ,:3c

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You found Gojo’s ego, that was the size of the moon, impossible to deal with. How he talks when he goes on about his day, how laidback he usually was, and there was rarely a time you wouldn't see him being playful and childish towards others. He didn't back down with you, instead he'd never leave your side, making sure to hold your hand or wrap an arm around you whenever he can.

The flirtatious comments, the confident stride to every goofy thing he does. You had gotten used to being his friend, and at first you didn't think of anything about how he acts. You always thought you were straight and he was annoying.

But why'd you blush every time he acted like this?

There was no explanation for the butterflies, the way your face turned a bright red as your eyes linger on him for a moment too long. You were falling in love, but why with him?

It was another Monday, which meant having a home invader all over your place. Gojo made himself comfortable on your couch, arm outstretched over the couch while scrolling through his phone. The tv was on, but he didn't focus on whatever was on right now.

You stepped out of the kitchen with a bucket of popcorn, wearing a buttoned polo shirt and sweatpants. You sat beside Gojo and shared your snack with him

“You look pretty today.” He says as he looks at your outfit with a smile that reminds you of a pleased cat. You blinked at him once, then twice.

“Thanks?” You mumble, unsure on how to respond. You weren't really expecting him to compliment you, but you turned back towards the tv, shrugging him off.

The silence stretched out for a long time until he suddenly leaned in closer, ignoring all personal space as he watched the tv and reached for the snacks.

A blush creeps up to your face while trying to focus on the tv and not on him. He lets out a hum then continues to scroll through his phone.

The two of you stay in that position for a long time, relaxing and watching tv while you have an inner battle with your thoughts, contemplating your entire life as you blush over your friend. Your laidback, annoying friend.

Gojo seemed to notice that you were zoning out and lightly pokes your forehead. Trying to bring you back to the real world.

“Hey. You good?” He raises a brow and continues to poke your head. You swat his hand away from your head and give a pissed look. “You clearly got something on your head.”

“No I don't."

“Yes you do.”

“I was watching tv.”

“While looking like you were trying to solve world hunger?”

You open your mouth to give a sassy comment back at him, but nothing comes to mind, so you keep silent and turn back to the tv. Another long silence stretches over both of you. This time, a tense one.

“Maybe… I've been thinking about something.” You quietly explain, getting Gojo's attention once more. He leans back and watches you, expectantly.

“I think I realized I'm gay.” The confession is out, you turn to the other who curiously blinked at you.

“You know I'd accept it. I've seen, like, worst things.” He shrugs and takes another handful of snacks, shoving them to his mouth. You take a deep breath and chuckle sheepishly.

“That's not all.” You hum, rubbing your neck. “I fell for the worst guy I could ever think of.” You give a slight nervous grin.

Before Gojo could ask, you beat him to it. “I think I love you.”

There, it was out now. You gauge out a reaction from him, expecting confusion, shock, maybe even anger. Instead he gives a beaming smile and pulls you into a hug, making you spill the popcorn.

“I feel the same way! But of course, who wouldn't fall for a guy like me?” You roll your eyes but awkwardly reciprocate the hug. He pulls back and stares at you.

“Can I kiss you?” Gojo's voice turns low and serious, you feel your face burn a brighter red.

“I-uh… sure.” You stutter out, cursing internally when you hear your own voice wavering.

Gojo slowly pulls you into a kiss, it was nothing too intimate, but it was soft and slow, showing all his love poured into the kiss.

You pull away and stare at him, who gave a goofy grin that made you chuckle with how unserious.

“Can't believe I fell in love with you.”

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Was researching Gojo for a story since i know nothing about jjk.

Why is he so goofy??? The media I see portrays him as a cold, heartless morally gray character while he's here doing some stupid stuff like huh???

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wanted to write an x reader where it's like "I realized I like men but why'd it have to be because of you"

but i dont know which character to write it forrr

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could you please do a dorian fic? Maybe angsty, since he seems to only want friendship, even tho trap dorian mentions being interested in fwb? (Like maybe the mc is interested in love but woukd take anything they can get with him) Or smth else, maybe end in comfort, its up to you, i just havent seen any fics of him!!

Ty 🫶

Can't go through with it

Summary: During a heated encounter with Trap Dorian, you try your best to be respectful of all the other Dorian's boundaries

Featuring: Dorian (specifically Trap Dorian, but others are mentioned)

Fic type: slight angst(?), slight lime (making out, some grinding) in the beginning, and comfort in the end

No specific pronouns used, no use of y/n

Thank you for being my first request <3

He kept you pushed against the wall, hand gently caressing your torso as yours rest on his bare shoulders. The heated kisses he's offering you are nothing but pleasurable, if your quiet moans were anything to go by. Both of your bodies were running hot as his crotch grinded on yours, one of his hands holding your leg up against him to get better access. It was hot, he was hot.

But there was a nagging issue in the back of your head, one not even this impromptu make out session could stop you from thinking about. And Trap Dorian could somehow tell, somehow feel how slightly unfocused you were. "Hey," he mutters, raising his hand from your torso to your face "you alright?" His tone was nothing but sweet as he asked.

With a shake of your head you pull your hands off of him and shake your leg free from his grip, now back to standing with both. He still had you trapped on the wall, but seeing how you were letting yourself go from him he takes a small step back to give you more space to breathe. "What's wrong sweetheart?" Your eyes made contact with his, and for a second you wanted to ignore it all and go back to making out with him; it would be easier that way wouldn't it?

"it's just..." You begin, looking off to the side, leaning into his palm "I don't think it's right." Trap Dorian raises a brow in confusion "What's not right? Did I do something wrong? Cross a boundary by accident?" His question hit too close to home, yet somehow missed the door. "It's not you crossing boundaries. Dorian, it's me who did" the shameful look on your face makes Trap Dorian's heart burn, his hand coming up so he can cup your face with both and make you look at him.

"what do you mean?" His black eyes searching for the answer he somehow doesn't know.

"The other Dorian's..." You begin, hearing his breath hitch for just a moment, "they don't want this. I can't... I can't do this knowing you're all sort of like- I don't know, a hive mind or something." There's a pause, the air so thick you felt like you were going to choke on it before Trap Dorian starts laughing.

His laughing reverberates onto you, his hands shaking and bringing your face along for the ride. "A hivemind? Is that what people think of us as?" He asks between huffs and some chuckles. It's obvious he's trying to calm down from the surprise gigglefest. "I don't know! You guys all know the same stuff somehow, what am I supposed to assume??" You press, trying to keep the conversation serious while also hiding your embarrassment.

"Oh, sweetheart" Trap Dorian pressing his hands closer to your face, almost squishing your cheeks together in the process ",I'm touched you care so much about the others feelings." And you think that's where he'll stop, that he'll try and continue the make out without any other comment, but he continues. "We do sort of.. Share our thoughts- well, not really. We all just sort of... Know? But we are, sort of, different people." His explanation is confusing and he knows it, shrugging a few times as it's really hard for him to explain it. "I want this, want you, but if you really don't want to- in fear of making the others uncomfortable somehow, I won't force you." He leans his forehead on yours, eyes closing to revel in your warmth, feeling your breath stutter across his face. "Shame too, you're a real good kisser." He whispers that last part, getting a quiet laugh out of you followed by a 'thanks' just barely audible.

The two of you sort of stay like that, leaning foreheads together and simply enjoying the others presence and hold.

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Bounty

Din Djarin x GN!Reader

Summary: After being on the run from an organization, you finally have a chance for freedom. Until a certain bounty hunter tries to catch you.

A/N: This is just my oc's backstory but I turned it into an x reader fic for others to enjoy. Title is still a wip. Feel free to correct me on anything!!!

Word Count: 1084

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Living a life on the run wasn't the life you expected, but it was better than being trapped in that ship. With the screams of the damned and the gnawing feeling that your soul was slowly turning to dust. Every command a shard of ice in your chest.

It was a blessing to run away, to have your own sense of freedom–even if it meant running from bounty hunters trying to take your head. You'd rather have a tiny piece of hope rather than be back at that ship.

They trapped powers and used them, dangling it over and blaming it on you when something goes wrong.

Keeping the powers deep inside was hard, they called out. Every emotion can activate it in mere seconds. You had to keep moving, no time to settle down if you wanted to hide, never bothering to remember names, faces. It didn't matter in the end.

The streets of the recent place you visited were crowded, voices overlapping one another and the bitter smell of various foods. You sneakily take a few as you pass the markets, squeezing past people and keeping your head down.

You hear someone mutter your name, you think nothing of it and think you misheard someone saying something else, when a hand suddenly reaches out to grab your shoulder, keeping a firm grasp as this person flips you around to face them. They wore gray armor with a darker cape, their visor was tinted so you couldn't see anything about this man, staying silent as they examined you.

"Excuse me...?" Your voice is low and quiet against the crowd that moves around the two of you. You try to shrug away his grip, but to no avail. He squeezes it tighter then lets go and looks for something.

In their hand was now a puck, revealing your face and a price that hung over, it showed just how much you were worth to the eyes of your bosses. You tensed up, but didn't give in to this man. You couldn't go back now. Not when you have your freedom.

"Y/N. There's a bounty for you. You're coming with me." Their voice was low, no room for anything other than business. He extends a hand reaching out towards you, but you take a quick step back, bumping into someone.

"Who are you exactly?" You keep your voice leveled, this man did seem experienced with bounties, but you wouldn't be intimidated by his voice and stature.

"Mandalorian." He answers gruffly, slowly reaching for his blaster. You remembered how you'd be treated if you head back, a punishment would hang over your head. But there was no chance on running if-

The stall right next to you both falls, multiple things falling, it makes the two of you turn to see a small green creature with pointed ears, trying to eat something while the owner of the stall yells at it.

You take that as an opportunity to run for it before the other could turn back to you. Dashing past the crowd, apologizing as you bump into a few stalls before turning around to see the mandalorian with the tiny creature in his hands chasing after you.

You look for a way out, eyes darting around for a chance to escape. Making a run for the alleys, you don't look back to see how close the bounty hunter was approaching.

Your heart thudded in your chest as you wove through the maze of alleys, barely dodging crates, running on pure instinct. The Mandalorian's footsteps echoed behind you—closer now, way too close. Every turn felt like it could be your last. Sweat blurred your vision, and the stone beneath your feet seemed to shift. But all of it was for nothing when you turned at a corner for a collapsing building, meeting a dead end.

There was a strange hum in the air as you stood there with fear, something just out of reach of your senses. It was as if the world around you was pulling tighter, squeezing you like a vice.

You turn back while your breathing picks up, fear coursing through your veins to see the mandalorian and his little creature heading closer. Your stomach dropped and tears pricked in your eyes.

“Sad that our chase had to come to an end.” They sigh, no teasing in their tone, only a cold, annoyed one as he puts the tiny creature down, not wanting them to be harmed.

“Please… I can't head back! I don't want them- do you know what they do to me?” You try to reason with him, but he continues to approach you.

Unable to control the fear in you, everything feels too much and yet you couldn't do anything. Then you sense something, and before you could process it, you hear a piece of the building break and fall towards where the creature was running off to.

The bounty hunter notices it too late and turns towards it, before they can run, your adrenaline acts before you can think.

Time felt like it ticked down, the adrenaline and fear helped as you felt a familiar pull at your chest, a burning flame, as you extended your hand. Wanting to reach out and save the creature.

Before the debris could hit, a glowing, green barrier appeared out of nowhere. Blocking the stone from hitting Grogu, letting him quickly run away before it flickers and suddenly disappears.

Din runs up and scoops up Grogu, he saw what happened but couldn't understand it. He turns to you, seemingly zoned out as your eyes glow a bright green before going back to their normal hues, and your hand extended.

“You…” He muttered, realizing you had somehow saved Grogu. You had made something strange happen to save a life.

You tensed up and turned to the bounty hunter, cussing under your breath. You stood there for a moment and quickly ran off.

Din watches, struggling to process everything. The credits were right there, he could easily catch you now and ask to raise the price after finding out you had powers. He had a job to do. He was a Mandalorian, after all. But something told him to let you free for now.

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Too Much Knowledge

Tony x Writer! GNReader

Summary: Tony falls for a writer, who knows too many things that seem concerning for others.

Word Count: 734

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Tony wasn't the best at relationships, they were either flings or one-night stands. Going out when the air was cold and the skies were dark, then woke up on his bed with a splitting headache and a person he barely remembered. It didn't bring him satisfaction, but it was the life he was used to.

That all changed when he met you, standing in his favorite bar, looking like a figure straight out of a painting. He walked up with his usual confidence and struck up a conversation. Expecting to drink and get influenced by the party, but didn't expect you to go on about your stories.

You spoke of your ideas, how a simple thought can expand. How you talked about writing, reminded him of his love for his own machines, and the two of you clicked instantly.

After that one encounter, he started meeting with you again on dates. Making plans, fussing over every tiny detail like you would notice, he wanted everything between you two to be perfect.

A year passed and you had made yourself comfortable with the Avengers after Tony introduced them to you. No one in the tower expected him to settle down with someone rather than running to another person and causing drama.

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Tony let you hang around inside his lab, claiming he needed you as his motivation. You sat in a corner reading a book while he looked at blueprints, overlooking every detail and flaw, mumbling to remove the silence in the room.

"You think it'd be a good idea to put some poison in the suit for a self defense mechanism?" He turns to you, wondering if you had any insights or ideas you may want to add that could help.

"Depends on how lethal you want it." You reply, giving a simple glance before going back to your book. "You could use cyanide if you want them to lose consciousness and give cardiac arrest. Maybe mercury, since it causes neurological impairment, kidney damage, respiratory issues, and gastrointestinal problems."

He stares at you, not at all concerned that you knew all that information, instead he gave a smirk. "You know how to make them?"

"Yeah. I researched it for my book." He nods and grabs his pen, writing the ideas on his blueprints. "Thanks babe."

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You walked into the room, wanting to grab a drink. Tony and Steve were arguing at the kitchen island so you moved past them, both barely realizing you were there.

Thor walked in a few minutes later and struck up a conversation with no means to let you leave the room.

"You should learn self defense, human." He suggested, swinging his hammer around with a wide grin. "It will come in handy!"

"I'd love to, but I'm busy with stuff." You politely decline as you set your glass down on the sink. "Besides, I already know enough about fights."

The god took that as a challenge, he steps back while you wash the cup, and lunged in for an attack. Being caught by surprise, you kicked him just below his lungs, knocking the air out of him.

Having hit him in the diaphragm, you had successfully given him a difficult breathing. And with how hard the kick was, it would stay with him for about a week.

Steve and Tony had already stopped arguing and watched how everything happened. Tony started laughing hysterically while the soldier looked concerned.

"I'm so sorry!" You quickly apologize, going to Thor's side and making sure he was alright while he caught his breath.

"Remind me not to mess with you." Tony says through fits of giggles, wiping away his tears.

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The gang arrived back to the tower after a tiring mission, you watched as they made their way to the living room to relax.

They all went on about what had happened during the fight, you could hear all the stories and some mistakes they had made. Some laugh, others grumble from embarrassment. You walked in with two cups of coffee and made your way beside Tony.

"Ah, how do you get blood off your clothes?" Banner whispers from beside you, more to himself than to anyone. He looked down at his labcoat that had bloodstains on it.

"Shampoo." You answer without any hesitation, taking a sip of your coffee as you scroll through your phone. Everyone stops and turns to look at you.

"How do you know that?" Steve raises a brow.

"I looked it up for my book." You explained, voice a bit low as you realized how concerning that may sound.

Tony wraps his arm around you and pulls you closer with a smirk on his face, brows furrowed as he looks at you. "Babe, isn't your book a fairytale based one?"

"Yeah, and?" You grin and take another sip. "Books need some drama and flavor to it."

"See this is why I love you." He plants a kiss on your cheek, the others groan at your displays of affection.

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FANDOMS

Will add a lot more, so request any characters you can! Also in alphabetical order.

Alice in Borderland

B99

Date Everything

DC

Dead Poets Society

Good Place

Greek Mythology

Minecraft

Marvel

Moon Knight

Musicals

Percy Jackson

Sherlock

Slashers

Starkid

Stranger Things

Thunderbolts

Wicked

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WELCOME

This is my second time making a writing blog.

I am Emrys. He/they, trans.

I write for male, gn and ftm readers. Sorry females, but there's already way too much of yall.

What I Won't Write: Yandere, Nsfw

I am in a lot of fandoms, and have the capability to write for any characters. So feel free to ask for even the most niche characters!

Fandoms

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Not even a week later, thinking bout rewriting all the fics I made.

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Fun fact about me is I actually don't like writing using you/yours as the pronoun, but it's just easier for me to use those when writing xReader. I don't really know why it's easier, but it just is to me.

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stop asking “is this good?” and start asking “did it cause emotional damage?” that’s how you know.