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I was like 80% done with a Damian story then I got a better plot idea

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I want to get better at writing action scenes so the next fic might be action heavy :D

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Not Sorry (Stark!Reader)

Fandom: Marvel (MCU)

Type: Oneshot

Prompt/Summary: Inspired by "Not Sorry for Loving You" from Epic: The Musical because I am OBSESSED -- Alt version to what could have happened in the Burn Series

Pairing(s): Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Requested? Nopeeee

It had been six months since Peter agreed to help you. Well maybe “agree” was too strong of a word, it was more of a gentle shove on your end and an unsure yes from him. Even still, it had started innocently enough.

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Y/N Stark Once Again Alone

Heirss Goes Solo; Ex Parties WIth Frat Brothers

Keener: 3 | Stark: 0

The headlines had been nonstop since you and Harley broke up, and it seemed like the media was determined to put you both at odds. Yet, it also somehow seemed like he always came out on top. 

You ignored yet another call from your Dad’s publisher and slammed your laptop shut. Once the ringing stopped, you took hold of your phone and dialed Peter’s number, effectively throwing him into the whirlwind that your life was becoming. 

Suddenly, he was your date for every event, party, and outing. Where you went, Peter went and it wasn’t long before you found yourself falling head over heels for the superhero.

And you thought he felt the same way about you — until one night. 

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“I know MJ but it won’t be much longer, I promise,” A pause as Peter waited for a response from the other end. “Yeah, I love you too, see you soon.”

You heard him sigh and a soft click as he placed his phone on the marble countertop of the tower’s kitchen. He must have been exhausted because he hadn’t noticed your presence just beyond the doorway in the slightest.

You collected your racing mind and took a step through the threshold.

“Peter,” you spoke softly and he jumped, turning to face you with a startled look in his eyes.

“Y/N, w-whats—how long— why are you up?” He finally settled on an easy question, tensing as you stepped closer, stopping across from him at the island.

“Insomnia,” you shrugged, “an inherited trait,” you tried to use humor to lighten the obvious tension in the air.

Peter only nodded and neither of you spoke for several moments too long.

You cleared your throat, “Was that MJ?” You asked, curiosity finally winning.

His eyes widened a fraction, “Yeah, um, she was just asking about my plans for next weekend,” you nodded and he took it as a cue to continue his rambling, “Star Wars marathon is coming to the theatre near her house and she wanted to know if I wanted to go because we’ve been so busy lately that I—“

“Peter,” you offered, stopping him in his tracks and giving him a soft, adoring smile, “You’re rambling.”

He chuckled and ran a hand through his hair, “Sorry, I just,” There was obvious hesitation in every part of him from how he leaned gripping the counter and avoiding your eyes. You could see the gears turning as he fought to find the right words.

When he finally spoke, he had nothing but your full attention under the the kitchen’s dim light.

“I can’t do this anymore, Y/N,” he finally admitted, shooting ice straight through your veins. 

“Do what?” You asked, knowing. You needed to hear it even if it would break your heart into pieces.

“This, us” Peter gestured between the two of you and you wrapped your arms around your middle to keep from falling apart.

“I know this isn’t how a relationship should start but what we have is good, right? Special,” you almost sounded like you were begging.

“This isn’t a real relationship. I—“ He paused again, speaking quieter than before, “I’m in a real relationship,” he admitted.

That was all it took before you were falling apart again, you felt yourself heating up as your pyrokinesis threatened to unleash itself. 

“What? With who? MJ?” You asked, holding yourself tighter and laying your heated palms flat against your sides.

“Yes,” Peter confirmed. 

But you didn’t really need the confirmation, you had been fooling yourself for months. Those uncomfortable hugs and occasional light kisses for the camera. You chalked his tension to being nervous. Behind closed doors that lack of affection still existed but you tricked yourself again, saying that he was busy, or tired, or had too much on his mind.

Well, you supposed that last one was true.

“And I’m assuming she’s fed up with seeing her boyfriend on the cover with someone else,” you spoke and felt the pressure behind your eyes as you fought to keep your powers under control.

“Yes,” he repeated.

“So she’s taking you away,” the tears welled up in your eyes now.

“Yes, Y/N but listen I don’t regret this. I’m happy I could help you, especially after everything with Harley but,” he gave a deep sigh and pushed himself off of the island before carding his fingers through his hair, “I can’t keep doing this to her.”

You took a deep breath, squeezing your eyes shut for a moment before you spoke.

“I understand and if I had known, I probably wouldn’t have pushed so hard so for that I’m sorry but—” your voice broke.

“Y/N—“ Peter began, moving around the island and attempting to put a comforting hand on his shoulder before you backed away.

“Let me speak,” you interrupted knowing that you had to say what you needed to before you fell apart in front of him.

“I’ve spent my whole life in the spotlight. My dad and Pepper did their best to shield me but when Harley came along I thought I could do it all myself. He was my first friend, my only friend really before you all. Then when he broke my heart and you were there it was like a dream.

“I know I pushed you, and came on too strong,” you gave a dry chuckle, “hell it might’ve even felt like an ambush so if you hate me then I’m sorry, I’m so sorry my love’s too much for you—“

“Y/N” he tried again, it didn’t stop you.

“But I’m not sorry for loving you,” you finally admitted letting your hands fall and the first of the tears streak down your face. 

Peter froze with a start. You had never told him you loved him, even as a friend but it was true. You had loved him for so long you weren’t sure you could ever stop. He opened his mouth to speak again but you interrupted him, through tears.

“I’m not sorry, I’m angry, and tired, restless, sad. I’m replaying every single moment I thought we had. I wish you would, I don’t know. Chase me? Fight for me? For once, even lie and say—”

“I love you,” Peter finally found his voice and your gaze caught his for the first time all night.

“You do?”

“But not in the way that you want me to,” His own eyes seemed to fill with tears as he reached to wipe a tear from your cheek and you let him. Your head fell heavily into his palm, knowing you’d probably never feel his touch again.

You spoke quietly, “I hate that I fell in love with you.”

His other hand found your face instead of answering. 

“What do I do with this love for you?” You asked, not expecting an answer but he spoke softly anyway.

“Cherish it. I’m still going to be in your life, just not the way you might have needed,” He told you, his perfect brown eyes engulfing your own.

You chuckled with no humor, even breaking your heart he was still kind, “How am I supposed to get over you?”

He didn’t answer, but a single tear slipped from his eyes so you asked him one last question in the dim light.

“Why in the world don’t you love me too?”

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"fuck it we ball" is for stress about the future "it is what it is" is for stress about the past and "this too shall pass" is for stress about the present thank you for coming to my TED talk

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my heart is broken so I'm gonna finish some wips to get out of reality

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Yo

These bitches Castiel and Dean are sooooo gay its crazy

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Where can I read the Ivy's daughter story?

Working on it, promise <3 Send one shot reqs in the meantime :)

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Ivy’s Daughter pls as i beg on knees

That's one of the bigger projects and I'm working on it but looking to get a couple one shots done first

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Hiya! I was wondering what the rules are for requesting? If you also take platonic requests?

I'm gonna make a formal rules list but I do take platonic requests!

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It's my 7 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

AND IM BACK BABY!!!!

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Hi everyone!

Me again! I know it’s been a reaaaaalllllyyy long time but I’ve had the very worst writing slump of my life. After over a year, I’ve decided to properly pick up my pen again. So if anyone still cares, my requests are OPEN and I’ll be working through the ones in my inbox.

Currently I’m writing for:

Marvel

DC (mostly bat family but I accept all others)

Supernatural (bc I’m rewatching)

LOVE YOU GUYS

-Duckie

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It's my 6 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

This year, I'm going to be better at posting!

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Once

Fandom: DC

Type: one-shot

Prompt/Summary: I found this in my notes.

Pairing(s): Bruce Wayne x Reader

Requested? Not even a little bit

It happened one time.

Years before Dick was adopted and Selina was no longer in the picture. In fact, they were together at the time but they were on a “break.” Though they were still living under the same roof.

That’s how you got Bruce Wayne in your little apartment for one night and screamed his name until the sun came up. In the morning you agreed that this was a one-time mistake and it wouldn’t ever happen again.

You wiped a tear from your cheek when he left and never spoke about it again. You kept running your bookstore and he spearheaded all things Wayne Enterprises.

You didn’t see him again for a year when it was time for another charity gala. You came from a family of low-level socialites and as the oldest, you attended as your parents vacationed on the west coast.

He was alone this time.

Selina and he had officially broken up quite recently.

He gave you a warm smile and asked you to dance and you stupidly took his hand.

Then it happened again. At Wayne Manor this time. He was asleep when you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and you couldn’t help but admire his features as the morning sun snuck through an opening in the curtains.

You kissed his forehead, wrote a note, and left before he woke up.

You shed more tears on the cab ride home because a man you only saw when the sun set could never be yours. 

You took the day off from work then another before finally going back.

When you got in the manager told you Bruce Wayne stopped by both days and left his card.

You stared at that card for hours in your back office, flipping it over and over admiring his personal number in his elegant writing.

You called but hung up before he could answer. 

You did this 3 times. 

A whole week later you called and let it ring.

A short conversation led to an agreement on dinner. 

Dinner led to dating. 

Dating led to marriage. 

Marriage led to the amazing children that stumbled into your lives one by one.

And you had never been so happy.

You had gotten the life you never could have dreamed.

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Surprise!

I have the first FIVE chapters of Ivy's Daughter outlined. Hope you guys are ready! 😊

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I've just finished reading "Ivys daughter"

AND ITS SUPER FREAKING GOOD!!!! But I saw it was from 2019 💀 is there any chance you're going to update it? Thank ya!

It's coming 😁

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You're making a damian x vigilante fic?? Is there a tag list? Can i be in the taglist for the story?? Omg i would love to read it when it comes out

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Yes! It's on my up-next list. No tag list yet but hopefully soon!

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I absolutely love Burn! I’ve reread it a few times. Great work! 🙌🏾

Thank you, love! I'll be back to regularly scheduled programming soon! ❤️