#pepperony blurb

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Hiiii darling i was wondering if prompt 5 with Lance would be possible🥺🫣🩷

pairing: lance stroll x fem y/n reader (she/her)

genre: blurb, best friend's brother

warnings: none just fluff, use of "y/bff/n"

prompt: five [driver] trying to get you to go on a date with him

a/n: omg is this my first ever lance request

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“aw, come on, y/n,” lance teased you mercilessly, “just one date. you know you want to.”

“lance, no.” you rolled your eyes, turning away from him. “it will always be no.”

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lance was your best friend's older brother by two years. he was totally off limits to you in a romantic or sexual way, that much was always clear to you. but that did not stop him from continuously flirting with you and asking, no, more like begging, you to go on a date with him just once. he was becoming extremely difficult to deny, especially as over the years as he really grew into himself; he was undeniably hot.

“god, he's so annoying.” your best friend threw herself next to you onto your bed in a huff, obviously talking about her brother.

“what now?” you giggled, poking her side. you tried to keep conversation about him lighthearted, keeping her from being too mad at him at any time. what can you say, you're covering your back for that day you might really cave and go out with him.

“he always eats my food, he always steals my shampoo, he always scares any boy away that might just be interested in me for once. it's so annoying. and he doesn't even live in the same house as me!” she ranted, using her hands animatedly, making you laugh.

“maybe you should change your locks.” you suggested with another giggle.

“maybe i should kill him.” she stated, twisting her body round to face you, a serious expression on her face, making you burst into laughter.

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you unlocked the door to y/bff/n's apartment, dragging your body heavy with tiredness into the hallway. you were staying with her temporarily; you were in between places and being fussy looking for somewhere new to rent.

“y/n!” a male voice called out to you suddenly, making you jump and drop your keys to the floor with a loud clatter.

“shit–” you muttered, immediately searching for them on the hardwood floor.

“oh, sorry y/n, didn't mean to scare you.” it was lance, of course. lance who spent 75% of his time in his hometown at his sister's place instead of at his own. it would've almost been cute, if it wasn't lance.

“what are you doing here?” you raised your eyebrows at him, still standing in the hallway with your coat and bags. you were expecting a relaxing night alone, as y/bff/n was away on a business conference overnight. he just shrugged in response. you didn't bother standing around for much longer, dropping your bags and peeling the layers off your body along with your shoes. you weren't going to let a man ruin the cosy night in you had planned.

“what's for dinner?” he asked, following you into the kitchen like a lost puppy.

“i was going to order a pizza.” you reply, picking up a stack of menus from the corner of the room.

“cool, i'll have pepperoni.” he grinned mischievously at you as you rolled your eyes. you ordered the pizza for him anyway, what else could you do?

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it was just before 1am on the coach when the first yawn escaped your lips, stretching your body out lazily, like a cat.

“tired?” lance asked, a slight smirk playing at his lips. you shrugged, not wanting to be the one to end the evening. the two of you had been chatting easily all evening, watching a couple of movies and eating takeout pizza. you were surprisingly having a lot of fun with him, and felt very at ease. “or another movie?”

“you can put on another, if you like.” you shrugged again, leaving him to ultimately make the decision on where the rest of the night went.

“no, you look tired, you should get some rest.” you felt slight disappointment at his words, but who were you to challenge them. you nodded, stretching again in an attempt to start moving your body again. “you wanna know something?”

“huh?” you stopped moving then, looking over at him.

“we just had a date.”

“what?” you sat upright, suddenly more awake than you'd ever been. “what are you talking about? a date, no way.” you scoffed, shaking your head at him.

“it kind of was a date. think about it.” he shrugged, standing up. “well, that's me beat. goodnight y/n, sweet dreams.”

he left you there, wide eyed, confused, butterflies soaring.

[urrockstar-xe]

spiders on valentine's day - spiderman x gn!reader

posted feb 27th, 2024 6:02 pm

im late on v day posts like bad but who cares it's still love month so heres this :)

summary: a way too short blurb of reader spending the love holiday all alone, until Spider-man has his way. soso short, not proofread, late for v-day.

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It was just past ten on the 14th as you made your way to the roof of your building, a bottle of fruity pink wine and a wine glass in your hand as you pushed the door open and moved towards the little metal table, rusted by rainy days and snowy nights. 

A few hours earlier your date had stood you up, so much for Tinder being a reliable Valentine. Now you have learned your lesson, never trust a guy named Brad. So now, your Valentine was the noisy nightlife of Queens, New York. and the cheapy wine that you had just picked up on the way home. 

You silently thanked your 5-minute-ago past self as you opened the pre-opened bottle, pouring it into the ice-filled glass. “Should’ve brought my book,” You mumbled before taking an embarrassingly big gulp of the wine. It’s not that you were self-pitying, absolutely not. It was more like the opposite actually. It had been a hot minute since you allowed yourself the freedom to sit down and not think a single important thought, just mindlessly sit on your roof. 

Plus it was fun to watch people below you, especially if they were freaking out over Spider-man swinging around the city. 

That’s until he swings toward your rooftop.  

Great

Just the company you needed. 

“You know, it’s sad to drink alone on Valentine’s Day.” Spidey started the second he landed, voice muffled by his mask ever so slightly as he stood up straight. 

“Spiders on Valentine’s day, something about that just screams bad luck.” You tease back, leaning back against the cool metal. Spidey looked at the floor, tsking as he shook his head. 

”Spiders have to be good luck, I mean, without me, you would have to spend this lovely holiday all on your lonesome.” He shrugged, sitting in the chair across from you.  You cracked, smiling at his mask. 

“There's that smile!” Spidey all but cheered, clapping his hands together triumphantly. You laughed, shaking your head the same way he had a minute earlier. “Did it ever cross your mind that I wanted to be alone?” You asked with a half smile, taking a sip from your glass. 

“I’m kinda hungry, just got back from this epic drug bust, you should’ve seen me I was all, ‘wam!’ ‘pow!’ ‘boom!’” Spidey ignored your question and instead made it a point to stand in the chair and show off his moves. “Anyway, I’m gonna go grab some pizza, you like pepperoni? who are you kiddin’ Spidey, course they do, everyone likes pepperoni, c’mon, man.” He muttered to himself while standing up and moving to the ledge, another tactic to get you to laugh and it worked. 

“Should I grab another glass?” You asked, watching as he set himself up in the direction of the nearest pizza place. 

“Nah, what kinda role model would I be if I drink and swing?” Spidey shot his first web, swinging towards another building as he yelled out.

”Think of the children!” 

[justlemmeadoreyou]

Could you maybe write fluffy period blurb??

Your writing is so good!

Here for you

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: nothing, just loads of fluff, kissing

“Y’know I’m on my way, right. Don’t worry. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Harry!”

“What?”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because-it’s the first day of your period. You deserve love and care. And affection. And hugs. And kisses. From me. Lots”

“Okay-It’s just a period. Don’t worry. I’m okay”

“But I wanna worry. That’s why I’m at the supermarket buying you chocolates. And pads? Do you want pads? Or you use tampons? Or, oh! There’s this thing too-”menstrual cups” do you want them?”

You could imagine his scrunched-up confused face, while he was looking at all those in the female hygiene section. And honestly, you loved how he went there without hesitation, and was probably standing with one hand on his hip, the phone between his shoulders and tilted face, and the other hand holding the menstrual cups.

“No” you laughed, and you could hear him pout at the other end.

“Hey! Don’t laugh. I don’t come here often. Even looking at these packets makes me scared of how they work”

“You don’t have to! I just asked for a heating pad.”

“I know. Just wanted to do something extra. So you would love on me.”

“Harold. Please get out of there. I don’t need pads or anything else. Just bring the heating pad or I’ll have to come and get you before you fell into the void there looking at those. Or you get to know how tampons work.”

“What? Why-how do they work?”

“Bye”

>>>

After about half an hour later, you heard the bell ring. You lept off the bed, and walked across your apartment, to open the door for your boyfriend. You opened the door, and there he was, standing with 3 grocery bags, and a huge cheeky smile on his face.

“What’s all this?” you gasped, and he made a resting bitch face.

“Hi Harry, the love of my life. Nice to see you on a cold October afternoon. How are you? You brought me all this? How could I ever thank you?”

You rolled your eyes, and let him in. He flopped the bags on the sofa, and turned around to enclose you in a warm Harry hug.

“How’s my love?”

“I’m ‘kay. How are you?”

“I’m good. How are your cramps?”

“Terrible. But hugging you helps”

You stayed like that for a while, till his stomach grumbled with hunger and you pulled back to stare at him.

“What did you eat today?”

“Nothing?” he said, and you wanted to punch him for that.

“You want to take care of me, bring me so much stuff, most of which I don’t need. You could’ve atleast had lunch, Harry”you frowned, and he looked down like a child getting scolded.

“Hey. Look at me”

“Yes, ma’am”

“Why did you not eat?”

“I-I was excited about meeting you after so many days, so I kinda forgot. “

“You want me to make something for you?”

“No. That’s too much work. Let’s just order something."

You both flop down on the sofa, and scroll through the whole menu, while deciding on a Pepperoni pizza.

"Okay. Pizza done. Now, cuddle me."

Harry stretched his arms, and you snuggled close to his chest, and he wrapped his hands around you.

Your head was on his chest, and you could hear his heartbeat.

"You know it beats for you, right?"

"Huh?"

"M'heart. Beats for you."

He softly kissed your forehead, and the moment was so beautiful and special, you wanted to live in it forever.

You both almost fell asleep, and were woken up when the bell rang, the pizza was here.

"Y'sit here. I'll get it."

"No, baby. You sit. I'll get it."

He was about to get up, but you pushed him back on the sofa, and straddled his lap.

"You know you're Harry Styles, right?" you asked, looking down straight into his eyes and he gulped.

His heart started to beat faster, and you could feel his thighs shifting beneath you.

"Uh…yeah"

"So, sit here. I don't want people to know you have a girlfriend that lives here. Understand?"

You leaned in and nibbled at his jaw, and his pulse quickened, as you felt him nod against your lips.

"Great."

You pushed off him, before rushing to get the door. You took the pizza and paid the delivery, closing the door and going back to Harry.

He was still in the same posture you had left him in, and you could say that he was turned on by what you did.

"Pizza's here!"

You put the box on the table, opening it and taking a slice.

"Wanna watch something?"

"Sure. What?"

You turned on the Tv, and after scrolling through hundreds of titles, settled on Little Women.

Munching on the pizza, you watched through for only a few minutes, before you both began to talk, and the movie was forgotten.

"And I bought you pringles too, lots actually. I browsed through the whole snack line, and picked up one of everything I knew you'd like."

"I'll get fat."

"Don’t be silly. You won’t. And even if you do, you would look so damn cute."

He poked your cheeks, and some of the pizza sauce got on your face.

"Hey!" you squealed, before wiping your hands on his, and soon enough you both were throwing pillows at each other.

"You know you have to clean up, right?"you said, before launching another one, which hit him on his forehead.

"Yes!" you squealed, and climbed up on the sofa, celebrating.

"And just like that, poor Styles' was defeated. His majestic girlfriend won easily, as the poor guy got knocked out by a couch pillow. And if-"

You couldn’t finish, as Harry hoisted you up in his arms and threw you on the sofa. You pulled him down too, and your foreheads knocked together.

"Hey, get off! You're so damn heavy!"

"I'm not. I'm fitter than you."

"You're heavier than me. Get off or I'll get crushed!" You tried to push him, but he didn’t budge.

"Hey! You love the way my body looks."

"Not right now when it's crushing me! Ugh-"

"Nope, I won't. Say you love the way I look."

"Nope" you mocked him, "I wont!"

"Fine."

He started to tickle you, rubbing your sides profusely, making you fall into a fit of laughter.

"Harry-no, stop! I'll bleed through-I-"

"Oh fuck, sorry!"

He immediately got off, and you both sat up, catching your breath.

"Whew" you exhaled, before picked up one pillow, and threw it on him, and climbing back up on him.

"And Miss Yn wins again. Styles has gotten old, and Yn emerges as the new champion!"

He stood up, throwing you on the sofa. You sat up, and you both giggled at your childishness.

"Y'so lame, Miss Yn."

"I've gotten lame with you, Styles"

You shifted back into his arms, and he cuddled you in, and you wrapped your legs around him.

"I love you, Harry. I treasure you, and you are the love of my life."

You repeated his words from when he was at the door, and he blushed.

"I love you too, Ms Yn. The love of my life"

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For your blurbs

How about Basil Stitt crushing on a Dasher/ delivery girl

As sweet or spicy as you are feeling. 🙈

Yes Chef! 🫡

Theme: Basil breaks down and orders pizza. A.N: Just a lil awkwardness and a few too many interruptions lol

Empty, completely fucking empty… Basil thought as he stared at the barren interior of his fridge. He went to grab a lone beer when his stomach growled, begging for anything more substantial.

Anxiety rippled through him at the thought of leaving his darkened apartment. I’m hideous, can’t let anyone see me like this… It’d only been a few days since “the incident” and he hadn’t left his place since. He paced for a moment before a pizza menu haphazardly tossed on the ground caught his eye. He shrugged and dialed the number as he slouched back on the couch.

“Gianni’s Pizza what’ll ya have?” Your curt voice had him shoot forward. His heart hammered in his chest at your voice. All at once memories of conversations came to his mind. It’d started as chit-chat, and through months of ordering you two had developed a rapport, even a bit of flirting.

Despite the clipped tone it still hit something inside him. “Hello?” You sighed on the other end, “Look if this is those stupid kids you’re not funny. Im hanging up-“

“No wait!” Basil blurted. “I - I need to place an order, for delivery.”

“Basil?” Your tone softened, “I’m so sorry, these fucking kids -“ you sighed. “You want your usual?”

He nodded. “Hello?” Your voice rang softly in the receiver.

“Sorry! Sorry yeah I guess Pepp-”

“Pepperoni half olives and cheesy bread.” Your voice seemed to lift a bit at the familiarity of the order.

He stopped for a moment, somewhat comforted that you actually remembered. “Ah actually, no olives. Cinnamon bread instead of cheesy.” His hand rubbed across the back of his neck as he paced across the hardwood.

“No? Catherine out of town again?” You asked so nonchalantly it nearly hurt.

“Catherine is, out. Yeah - no she chea-“ Basil stopped himself, you didn’t wanna hear about his personal life. Your gasp nearly made his heart stop.

“You’re joking! What a b-“ you stopped yourself. “It’ll be by in 10 alright? Just hang tight.” You hung up.

Basil crinkled his brow as he stared at the phone, you’d sounded like… like you cared.

The minutes passed faster than he thought possible as he fumbled for cash around his apartment. He figured he could just slip it under the door when you came. No one should see him like this.

A light but antsy knock sounded on the door. “Pizza. It’s me!” Your light voice muffled slightly by the thin door set his nerves alight.

“T-thanks.” Basil called from his side, pressing close and peeking through the peep-hole at your beautiful face.

Confusion etched into your features as you waited for the door to open. “Basil?”

“Oh right, here.” Shuffling sounded as two 20s awkwardly slipped under the front door. “Keep the change.”

“Basil I, I wanted to talk. Are you alright?” He could see you worry your bottom lip as you glanced along the empty hall.

“Fine! Ah, sick I don’t want you to catch it.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets as he watched you. Please please just leave. You couldn’t see him like this…

“Oh ah, feel better.” Sadness knitted your brow a moment before you set the pizza and bag of cinnamon bread on the ground. You went to say something but caught yourself. Instead putting your hand up to the door and signing softly.

Basil watched with his heart hammering away in his chest. Watched until he heard the elevator ding and was sure you’d left. When he opened the door the first this to surprise him is the money still sitting just on the other side, the second was some writing left on the box.

Your cell number along with a note,

Her loss, call me ;)

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Apologies for the clunkiness I’m still getting back in the swing of writing between a new job and BG3 stealing me away (gettin all the kisses from my virtual husband Halsin 😘)

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this tik tok gives me eddie munson vibes so i had to give you guys a blurb of it!!!

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you’ve seen the trend go around for awhile. women are pretending to be on the phone or on live calling their boyfriends ‘husbands’ to see the reactions they have.

you thought it was so fucking cute. you and your boyfriend, eddie have been dating for two years now. you’ve known one another longer. you were sort of friends back in high school but decided to explore a relationship.

it’s been amazing thus far! you saw yourself marrying him someday. this made you want to do the trend to see his reaction.

you hoped it was a good one. otherwise you’d probably delete it, pretend like it didn’t happen, and hope he won’t end things.

you set your camera up to where he wouldn’t notice, opened tiktok, and called your boyfriend.

“what’s up, baby?”

you held your phone to your ear. “im ordering pizza, what toppings do you want?” you asked.

eddie wraps his arms around your waist. “meat lovers sounds amazing, baby!”

“yes! i want one large pepperoni and my husband wants a large meat lovers.”

eddie pauses. he smiles hugely.

“husband, huh?”

you look at him as he grabs your phone and sets it down. he kisses you passionately.

“what’s that for?”

eddie just shrugs his shoulders. “nothing,” he states. “can’t a husband just kiss his wife?”

you smiled before your eyes widened. there he was on one knee holding a black box.

“will you marry me?”

“oh my god, eddie?! are you serious?”

“as a heart attack, babe. be my wife forreal?”

you couldn’t help but cry and nod your head. eddie puts the ring on your finger before getting up and kissing you passionately.

when you uploaded the video to tiktok, it became viral. so many people commented and posted, congratulating you and eddie. it was the perfect proposal.

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Apologies and Considerations [Mack X David]

Word count: 2.8k

Before you enter, catch up on these blurbs: 1, 2, 3, 4

This happens the same night Mack apologizes to David at his game with a sign, while wearing his jersey and a bracelet with his name and number on it.

By the end of the game, glitter is all over Mack’s black jeans from David’s sign. It hangs in her left hand as she waits with Stella, Sophie and Lucie after the game. While running away has its appeal, Mack knows it isn’t right. She should talk to him. She wants to. Mack reaches out to Stella’s head resting on Lucie’s shoulder. She brushes back her wild, brown curls, appreciating how sweet Stella looks asleep. She was a wild animal during the game, but you wouldn’t know it now.

“Mackncheese, 14 looks as good on you as I thought it would.” David chirps from her left as he walks closer, glugging on some water. He is wearing a blue plaid suit with a white shirt and black, dress sneakers. His black hair is still slightly wet and strands fall onto his forehead from where he had pushed them back with his hand. Mack watches his approach, silent and nervous. He knows she is anxious, Mack can see it in the way he softens, becoming extremely approachable and gentle. Mack opens up the sign to him, biting her lip. “I saw that.” He smiles at her, then licks his lips. “But I, a bumfuck Iowa boy, only accept apologies over New York Style pizza.” 

“Oh.” Mack laughs, feeling herself blush. “Um… no pineapple right?”

“God, no.” He shakes his head at her. “Pepperoni?” He wonders.

“That I can do.”

“You free right now?” He asks, taking the sign from her. “I am gonna have to take this home and inspect your work though. You understand, right?” Mack is so relieved at how this is going. She relaxes completely, chuckling genuinely in agreement.

“I messed up the M. Don’t judge too hard.” 

“Maybe Stella did the M?”

“Stella did not help, so I don’t have her to blame that on. But Sophie did.” Mack shrugs, gesturing to her younger sister who is texting off to the side of the group.

“Sophie? Never heard of her.” David can’t even hold back his grin. 

“Stop.” Mack blushes.

“Come on. Let’s go.” He reaches for her wrist, tugging her closer to him. 

“Wait where?” Mack sputters.

“To Pizza. I’m starving and you look like you need a drink, at minimum. So let’s go.” Mack pauses, still not moving with him. “Unless you have other plans at 10:30pm?” He’s got her there. Her only plans were a detox face mask and a Netflix documentary about the ocean. “It’s either today or I pick you up at your place tomorrow at 7. We can’t keep going on estranged like this, Mackncheese. It’s too hard on poor Stella over there.” He points to the sleeping little girl. Mack looks over her shoulder at her sisters and her sleeping niece. Lucie gives her a pointed look like “finish fixing this”. 

“Now is.. Fine.” She shakes her head awkwardly. David laces their fingers together, then waves at the remaining Hischier girls. 

“Have a good night, ladies.”

“Bye Davey.” Lucie smirks. 

Mack follows behind David. Several staff members say goodbye to him as they head out, offering up encouragement from his game tonight. David takes it all in stride, not bothering to slow down for anybody except for the valet who holds his car keys in his hand. David hands over a few bills and pats the man on the back. 

“Shined er up for me eh?” David jokes as he opens up the passenger side door of a Black Land Rover. 

“The Davey special!” The valet responds. David laughs in response, then focuses his eyes back on Mack as she slides in.

“You good?” He double checks with her. She tucks her hair behind her ear apprehensively.

“Yeah.” The door shuts and Mack is engulfed in a moment of silence. She inhales the crisp, piney scent of his air freshener. His car is immaculately clean, not what she was expecting from him at all. She imagined muddy floors and empty water bottles and maybe crumbs everywhere or something equally obnoxious. None of that exists.

David slides into the driver’s side door, then immediately goes to adjust the heat. 

“Are you cold at all?”

“I’m comfortable.” She responds, carefully crossing her legs. David puts the car in drive and begins to pull forward. He stops so the door can be raised for him to leave.

“When we go out, there are going to be fans on your side.” David tells her. “The tint will cover most of your face, but you may want to put your hand up if it makes you uncomfortable.” 

“Oh.” Mack says, looking over at the dark tint of the passenger side window. “Okay.” He waits until she puts her hand up to block a majority of her face, then slides out of the rolled up door. He pushes the car fast through the group of fans lining the fencing, then peels out onto the street. 

“You should be good now.” He murmurs, adjusting the vents of air off him. That hand then rests on his thick thigh closest to Mack. Trying to be inconspicuous, she studies him whenever the car is moving. He is so relaxed as he winds his way through the traffic. He is constantly moving between the lanes, but not in a rushed way, in a confident driving way. It's... sexy, watching him be in such control while chaos flows around them.

“Do you have a place in mind?” Mack asks.

“Yeah.” He smiles. “I go here a lot after games.” He flicks his blinker on to turn right. “They, uh,” He pauses, looking over his shoulder to change lanes again. “Are a small shop open late. But their pizza is amazing, best sauce I’ve had in New York. And their beer is cold.” 

“What more could you want?” Mack laughs at his simple description.

But when she walks inside with him a few minutes later, she gets it. White and red checkered tablecloths are on the square tables. Each one has parmesan and red pepper along with rolled up silverware sets in cups. It is simple in the midst of a fancy, expensive town, like the man who Brough her here tonight. Mack looks over at David and smiles in appreciation. David grabs them a corner booth, opening his arm up for Mack to slide in first. He unbuttons his suit jacket, then sits on the other side.

“I don’t usually do this, but can I order for us?” He asks after they give their drink orders to the waitress. A Coors Light for him and a Watermelon High Noon for her. Mack, who hates when men order for her, considers. David awaits her answer in the same relaxed fashion he always does. Mack trusts him and nods. “Thank you. Are you allergic to anything?”

“No.” She says.

“I feel like if you had an allergy you would just squint at it and it would scurry it’s way out of your body. I’m sure illnesses do that too.” Mack rolls her eyes. 

“I’m mortal, same as you.” A low chuckle shakes David’s shoulders.

“Honey, not much about me and you is the same. I think that’s the problem here.”

Mack’s response is cut off by the waitress returning. David puts their order in- a pepperoni pizza with fresh basil. Mack was expecting something very extravagant with the way he wanted her to trust him. Her furrowed eyebrows indicate as much to David. He hold his glass up to her can in a cheers, after they drink, he explains.

“Life is about the simple things, Mack. They have great sauce, great crust, and a hell of a pepperoni. You don’t need anything else but those ingredients. It’s a flavor bomb in your mouth.” 

“That what you learned in bumfuck Iowa?” Mack asks. David chuckles. 

“Some of it. But a lot of that I learned moving here. A city of excess.”

“Yeah, I can see that. I don’t remember a ton of growing up in Jersey, but I certainly remember the pace was different in Switzerland.”

“Are you like Lucie? Do you identify yourself as American?” 

“No. I’m Swiss first. Lucie grew up a lot more here than I did. We had a three year age difference, but those three years were big differences development wise, especially when you move internationally.” David nods. 

“I can see that.” 

“Have you been?” Mack wonders, taking another sip of her drink.

“To Switzerland? No. Connor says I need to go though.”

“Yeah.” Mack murmurs. 

“So why are you here then?”

“A job. My dream one. I work for Travel + Leisure. But I don't consider this home. New York is just a place to live in between stories for me. I needed a home base and it made sense for it to be here with my dual citizenship. I went to college in Switzerland, but it’s hard to grow into who you want to be when you’re in the same hometown you grew up in.” David looks away but nods.

“Yeah, the same story following you around everywhere you go. All the same characters too."

“Mhm.” Mack nods. David brings his gaze back to her, trailing his green eyes up where her fingers rest on her drink, over her throat and lips before ending at her brown eyes. 

“I’m just a small town farm boy, Mack. I’m not some big city perv who wants to coerce your sister into some sinister place. There are bad people in this city, but I’m not one of them.”

“I know. I overreacted and said things I shouldn’t have. I’m very embarrassed by my behavior. I am sorry for what happened. I was out of line.” David continues to study her while his thumb brushes against the condensation on his glass.

“You’ve been doing this a lot.” He points out. “Jumping down my throat the second you can like my sole job on this planet is to annoy you.”

“Isn’t it?” She asks, raising her eyebrows. 

“No, only part of it.”

“Mmm, I see.” She smiles. He licks his lips, dropping his gaze to the table. A slow, tempest of a smile stretches across his lips.

“I think you and I could be really good together.” Mack's stomach bottoms out to the floor. Her heart starts to pound when his green eyes, full of lust, meet hers again. Mack’s lips part. A tingling awareness begins to consume her skin. “But if you’re not interested in that, let me know and we can stop this whole game.” 

“This has been a game?”

“Of course it has, Mack.” She notes the lack of a nickname for her. He is serious. “Don’t act like you haven’t been playing too.” 

“Not everything is a game, 14.”

“No, but with me and you it has been.” Mack doesn’t have a response for that. Is he wrong? She isn’t sure. She knows what it feels like from her perspective only and yeah, I guess some of it resembles a game- a dance, a twisting and turning race track that has a finish line she can’t see or understand. 

“I don’t need an answer from you right now. I know that isn’t your style. You want to go home and evaluate all the different angles and reasons for why we shouldn't, and that's fine. I accept that. But you should know that when I go all in, I never look back.” A shiver of pleasure bolts down Mack’s spine. “I’d take good care of you. Not because you need it, because lord knows you have everything handled for yourself, but because you deserve somewhere safe to fall to when you don’t wanna be tough anymore. I’ll be that place for you.” 

The waitress, with no understanding of the conversation, comes to set the pizza down between them. Mack is speechless, unable to even answer if she needs anything else to eat. David answers for them both. Mack’s eyes take in the deliciousness in front of her, then raises her eyes to David’s, something that is looking equally delicious. 

“So tell me about growing up in Switzerland. Did you go hiking all the time and eat fondue?” David changes the subject completely. Mack stares back at him, then takes the turn with him.

“Yes, every day and night. That is all we did. Hike and fondue.”

- - - 

In the car ride on the way back to her building, Mack is quiet, contemplating the earlier conversation with David. She hasn’t been able to think of much else since then. Mack isn’t sure what she wants and is extremely confused why she is even considering his proposal. She can’t stand him. At least she thought she couldn't? But then they talked tonight, really talked and connected. Where once there were completely different planets, now common ground exists. 

“Nice place.” He comments as the Land Rover pulls up outside her building. He puts the car in park.

“Yeah this is what daddy’s money gets you.” She shrugs as she takes off her seatbelt.

“I’m sure you do well for yourself. Your articles are always front and center.” Mack pauses with her hand on the door handle. 

“What?”

“Your articles. Isn’t being in the center good for a contributor?”

“Yeah, but how do you…”

“I read your stuff, Mack. Have read everything since before and after we met. I like your style. Your writing makes me believe I’ve been to where you have. That type of voice is special.” 

“Thank you.” Mack says genuinely. “I work really hard.”

“It shows.” He nods. “Can I walk you to the door?”

“I’d like that.” She says.

“Let me grab your door. My dad would be upset if I let you do it yourself.”

Mack sits inside, waiting for him to come around and grab her door. He offers her his hand. She gently places hers in his awaiting palm. His fingers grip hers firmly. He keeps them together even as he shuts the door after she exits. Their fingers lace through their spaces. Mack is astonished again at how comfortable this feels.

She looks down, noting the way their fingers fold together like familiar lovers. Her gaze works its way up his arm to his face where he is looking at her, watching, trying to read her like always. Mack looks forward again, feeling too vulnerable to give anything away. So much turmoil swirls beneath her skin. What has happened tonight? Nothing she expected. 

They climb the steps together, then Mack separates their hands. 

“I enjoyed our first date.” He tells her, hands stuffed in his pockets outside the door to her apartment building.

“This was not a date.”

‘It was a date. I drove. I ordered the food. I paid. I drove you home.”

“No.” Mack shakes her head. “We didn’t…” She trails off, eyes wide when she realizes where she was going with that.

“Oh? You are a kiss on the first date kind of girl?.” His big hands weave around her body over her jacket. He presses her into his body until every part of them touch. “We can fix that.” He whispers, then leans down to kiss her.

Mack feels the wind knock out of her chest when their lips touch. Her senses go into overdrive, then her body melts completely into him. Her hands grip his suit jacket, forearms separating her chest from his. His tongue glides along her bottom lip, then gently asks for entrance into her mouth. Mack opens for him and he begins to gorge on her, taking anything and everything she is willing to provide him.  Mack has never been kissed like this. It’s never been all consuming, losing the New York City street, or the feeling of snowflakes collecting in her hair, but with David Carlson it is. Nothing else exists but these two people, kissing on a city street. 

“Now it was a date.” David finishes when they pull apart for air. Mack is disoriented when their gazes meet. Her lips are puffy and swollen, upper lip irritated from his mustache. She has trouble focusing on anything but his mouth. David takes his opportunity and kisses her again. This time, his hands thread through her hair, tilting her face to get the angle he wants to plunge his tongue into her mouth. Their lips slurp and slide against each other. Someone moans and Mack can’t quite believe it, but she’s pretty sure it was her.

"I want my answer soon.” He murmurs as they pull away. His thumb drags her bottom lip down, exposing her teeth before letting it slide back into place. Mack’s heavy breathing swirls between their faces.

“What answer?” She asks him. 

“On if you wanna go in on this.”

“I don’t.”

“Bullshit. Think about it. I'll check in next week.” His thumb and pointer finger work her chin up. Then he kisses her softly, before stepping away completely. Mack shivers, then brings her fingers up to touch her lips. This man has turned everything about her upside down. Since when does she just fall into a man and slurp up every bit of their kiss? “Sweet dreams, Mack.” 

Mack stands there, outside of the door to her apartment building, for several long moments, blinking and attempting to ground herself back in the present. David’s Land Rover stays parked in its spot, blinker on, but not moving from the curb. Eventually, David rolls down the window and calls out to her.

“Mack, honey, can you go inside? So I can leave?” Mack nods compliently, then shuffles inside, thanking her door man on her way in. 

“Whew. He is something, Ms. Hischier. The way he kissed you was a scene right out of a movie. Your daddy would like him.” 

“This stays between you and me, Ron.” Mack practically begs her old, familiar door man.

“Yes ma’am. Your secret is safe with me.”

Great, now he’s a secret. Mack looks over her shoulder, watching David’s SUV merge into traffic. 

He said he wants to be her safe place, but everything about this feels unsafe to her.

[slafkovskys]

hi lovely jess :) for blurb weekend, could u maybe do luke hughes and reader babysitting one of the umich babies? like maybe baby power or baby beech🥹 i’m sure that would be so fun/chaotic lol

because the main baby beech series is also reader insert and the character is mentioned a few times in this blurb, i just refer to them as leni’s nickname for them ‘honey’ or use she/her pronouns :)

“they left us money for pizza,” luke calls from the kitchen. only a minute later does he poke out his head holding two twenties, “this is a sweet gig. i can see why she did it for so long.”

“luke!” leni pops her head over the couch and your boyfriend jumps. “i scared you?”

“a little bit, yeah,” he answers honestly, sending you a confused glance before coming to lean over the couch beside the little girl whom you’d been charged with caring for for the remainder of the night, “aren’t you supposed to be in bed?”

“sev-seven thirty?” she turns and looks at you for confirmation. “not now, though. we can have pizza before?”

luke looks at a loss for words, obviously having not been intent on sharing with your charge, so you swoop in, poking at the little girl’s side where you had learned she was ticklish, “what’s your favorite kind of pizza, leni?”

“i like cheese,” she turns around so that she’s no longer facing luke, but is now giving you her full attention. “sometimes pepperoni, but not all of the time.”

“i like cheese too. so does luke. do you want to split one with us?” you offer and her face lights up.

she reaches out and puts her hands on your knee, “i can eat a whole one all by myself. sometimes honey has to help me.”

“honey?” luke questions and you send him a look, “oh, honey. i know her.”

leni whips her head around, “how?”

“uh,” luke looks at you for help and you just stare right back. he didn’t really know her, only you did, which was how you had gotten the two of you this gig. there was no way that johnny would have trusted luke to watch his daughter alone, he didn’t trust anyone but her, but she trusted you and for johnny that was enough. he swallows, “we’re like best friends.”

“honey is my best friend.”

“oh, i-”

“do you want to call for the pizza, luke? so we can make sure that it gets delivered before bedtime,” you raise your eyebrows and luke quite literally runs back into the kitchen for his phone. you lean towards leni like you’re about to tell a secret and she plays into it, “even if does take a little bit. we’ll let you stay up later, you just can’t tell your dad.”

“pinky,” she nods her head and holds out her hand, tiny pinky outstretched and you wrap your own around it.

“should be here in thirty minutes or it’s free,” luke looks smug as he drops down on the couch on the opposite side of the room, but his face falls when he sees you still intertwined fingers, “what are you two doing?”

“y/n said that i could play with your hair!” leni uses you to slide down the couch and stomp over to the corner where a stockpile of toys was. she gets out a little box and carries it over to the couch where luke (who now looked mildly terrified) sat. after some assistance from her future client in opening her chest, she pulls out some hair clips and shows the boy excitedly, “green?”

“do you have blue?” he wages, “you’re a umich baby. not a state baby.”

“she doesn’t know what that means, luke.”

“state is gross,” leni mumbles and luke sends you a look. she roots around in her box before pulling out a blue butterfly clip and showing it to your boyfriend for his approval. with an uneasy expression, he agrees and helps the girl onto the couch. she gets all up in his space as she tries to tame his hair and clip it in, “too much.”

“too much?” luke scoffs.

“you do have more than johnny,” you laugh, “maybe you should get a haicut.”

“you’re on her team now?” he huffs and you nod just as leni starts to pull out more butterfly clips, “this is going to be a long night.”

[porchlightfairy]

Peeping Tom with argyle?? (Blurb?) (ps ik im weird🥱)

of course!

You've caught peeping tom: Argyle

You were working your shift at Surfer Boy Pizza. You were typically the one answering phones and accepting orders from the drive-through. Currently, you were on the phone placing an order for a birthday party. 12 pizzas, half cheese, half pepperoni, whole cheese, one vegetarian, no olives, pineapple pizza, easy on the jalapenos. Every time you repeated the order something was different about it.

As you listen to the woman tell the order for the umpteenth time, you feel a pair of hands grab your waist. You jump at the touch and look behind you. It's Argyle. You thought he was going to reach over you for something but his hands remain planted on your hips. You're brought back to reality when the woman decides to add another pizza and change the order.

You look over your shoulder for a split second at Argyle before bending over to rewrite the receipt. As you bend over the counter, you feel Argyle press into you. You feel his hard-on in his bright patterned shorts push into the divet of your jeans. You squeak and pray that the woman on the other line didn’t hear you. Your face begins to heat up as you feel him continue to rut into you. 

Thank god the phone was in the corner. You lean back up now flush against Argyle’s chest. He moves against you harder, moaning into your other either. You can barely hear the woman. You didn’t care to hear her. You just kept saying ‘mhm’ and ‘uh huh’ but you could give less of a shit right now. You pinch the phone between the side of your face and your shoulder and grab Argyle’s hands. You slide one down into your pants and the other up into your shirt. He slides his hand further into your underwear, rubbing over your clit. Now you’re moving with him. He kisses your ear and then slides his tongue down your neck. You bite your lip to suppress a moan. He pinches and twists your nipple.

You let out a gasp that catches the woman off guard. With an easy recovery you continue to listen to her blab about her order as you feel Argyle's fingers glide across your wet slit. Your mouth is agape and you hunch over the counter. Argyle is still humping you. You feel his shaft move up and down the seam between your back pockets. “Argyle~ Hurry up.” You whisper. He smiles before pushing his fingers into your pussy.

“Oh my god.” You groan, “No ma’am keep going. Keep going~” His fingers slowly stroke your insides. Your torso was now flat on the counter; your bottom half was now moving against Argyle’s. You turn your head and see him pressed closed and grinding against your ass. You see a little stain where the tip of his cock is. “Yes. Yes~”

You can’t keep focus like this, you hook your thumb into your waistband and shimmy your jeans lower just below the curve of your ass. Argyle’s eyes widened at the proposition you were offering. Here, right now, at work, while you were on the phone. You wanted to fuck. He couldn’t say no, it was a dream he always had. Starting now.

He lowers his shorts and slips his cock out of his underwear sliding it between your folds and into your hole. You moan out and cover your mouth. God, he was in heaven no, he grips one of your hips and continues to fuck into you. “Holy shit.” He groans.

“Yes ma’am, we do a DEEP cut~ Mhm.” You look over your shoulder. Argyle looks like he’s in pure bliss, sliding his dick deep until his hips are flush to your butt. He bends over and moans into your other ear. Your head spins as you can’t comprehend the woman anymore. Your pussy clings the shaft of his cock, causing him to push further. Your eyes twitch and all you want to do is moan right now.

After a minute, Argyle pulls out, you let out a breath, you think you're safe to answer the woman, and then he pushes back in. “Okay ma’am so your total will be one HUNDRED OH MY GOD~?!” You clear your throat, he picks up his pace, “I’m sorry about that, such a deep, ahem, steep price. It’s one hundred and fifty dollars.”  You move the phone away and let out an exhaustive moan. He’s hitting your g-spot repeatedly, you can barely think, hear, or see. “Argyle~ Please. Take the phone, I can’t” He grabs it from you as your head falls onto the counter. One of his hands rests on your shoulder and you feel him pull you into his thrust as he finishes on the phone. “That’s right ma’am and we’ll give you a call when it’s all ready. You have a surf-tastic day.” And with one final thrust you both cum and he hangs up the phone.

[hunterofartemis151]

Hi! Welcome to my page!

I use this page for my fanfic writing. You can find me by this name on ao3 and Wattpad, and by CrofterKing on ff.net.

These are the fandoms I will write for:

Harry Potter (any gen)

Percy Jackson, Magnus Chase

Marvel (Primarily MCU)

Hunger Games

Heartstopper

Wednesday

Sanders Sides

Ted Lasso

Our Flag Means Death

Hazbin Hotel

Dead Poets Society

What will I write? Great question! Here's a list:

Anything LGBTQ

Reader insert

Depending on the prompt, smut

ALL THE FLUFF AND ANGST YOU CAN HANDLE

Disabled characters

Age appropriate relationships (same age to five or six years between depending on younger person's age)

Time travel! This means based on the above I may write a fic between to characters if the younger person time travels back to meet with the older person back in time.

Most common AUs. Just ask!

Imagines

Blurbs

What WON'T I write? Here's my list:

Child (under age of consent) with an adult in any romantic or sexual relationship. If they're old enough to be the younger person's parent I don't write it. See above for my comfortable age range, and the one exception (time travel) to the rule.

Certain kinks. I've read a lot of shit and I... will not write stuff. If your prompt is ignored and you've put in kink specifics don't re-submit it. I may add a list here later.

Hateful content towards any specific person or community.

IF THEY'RE RELATED IT AIN'T HAPPENING

Nothing sexual with age regression

What ships I'll definitely write for:

Wolfstar

Moonstarchaser

Jily

Jegulily

Jegulus

Solangelo

Percabeth

Pernico

FierroChase

Hearthblitz

Stony

Stucky

Stonucky

Brutasha

Spideypool (NOT TOM HOLLAND RYAN REYNOLDS)

Pepperony

Steggy

Cartinelli

Katniss and Peeta

Haymitch and Effie

Charlie and Nick

Tao and Elle

Darcy and Tara

Wenclair

Any sanders sides ships except Creativitwins

Tedependent (TedTrent)

Roy, Jamie and Keeley

Keeley and Rebecca

GentleBeard / BlackBonnet

Radioapple (With immense respect to Alastor's sexuality and romantic orientation)

Dusthusker/Angelhusk

Anderperry

Reader with a character/character(s)

Maybe more, just ask!

This list may change, and I'll alter it as I get requests!

I'll post it on here with links to the other sites I write on.

Unless I get a prompt that sticks in my brain, it'll be oneshots.

I in no way endorse the actions or thoughts of JK Rowling.

Also I'm in school so that will take precedence over writing.

Cheers!

[rextomblr]

Monday Blurb: sometimes i order pizza at night so i can have it cold for breakfast the next day.

my mom has this weird hatred towards tomatoes. not just the vegetable itself, but anything tomato based (ketchup, pasta sauce, etc). so, when i was a kid we'd never get #pizza. it was considered a dinner treat if we did. and it was always the same pizza -- pepperoni and sausage (my brother's wish).

it wasn't until college that i realized all the other awesome toppings that are out there (pineapple ftw!). but one things for sure -- cold pizza for breakfast is the best. i always think about that during mornings like today.

[peeterparkr]

i don't know if you're taking requests and I don't even know if you write for pepperony but maybe Pepper remembering when he assigned the 'Pepper' nickname to her?

I usually don’t take requests because I usually am not able to write them, but this made me so soft. And you caught me in a writing mood,

 I’m sorry it’s really sad :( Pepperony :( 

word count: 1.5k 

Sprinkled. 

Virginia Potts had always been proud of him. It had been from day one that she knew that Tony was going to be both her most overwhelming nightmare and her loveliest of dreams. Anthony Edward Stark. Tony. Tones. It hadn’t come to her plans to fall in love with him. If she had only known she would’ve warned the clumsy and young and redheaded Virginia who had first walked into that office. Not to stop herself, no, she wouldn’t regret it, but a little heads up would’ve been good. 

She remembered it like it had been just yesterday, he was behind his desk looking at some sketches he had on it, he was biting on a pencil and mumbling something to himself. He was wearing an ac-dc t-shirt. He looked so professional, and just as Miss Potts had imagined him to be, not that this was the first time meeting him, but this was the first time really seeing him if that made any sense at all, it did to Virginia. She was feeling unusually nervous, her hands were sweating as she was standing outside his office and watched him from the opened door. She had a matching black skirt with a blazer which she had so neatly chosen in the morning and some black heels, her makeup was subtle, except for the fact she was wearing a bright red lipstick to give her a little bit of confidence. 

Suddenly seeing him so casual made Miss Potts feel self-conscious, maybe she had dressed up too much for the occasion. The red lipstick she was wearing was probably a little bit too obnoxious, she still liked it, however. She took out a handkerchief and cleaned it off, it was too much for the occasion. She had walked up with dignity and waited for Mr Stark to look up. He hadn’t, he was still talking to himself, making Potts uncomfortable, just slightly. 

Miss Potts had been working for a little while in the Stark industries and Tony-Mr. Stark had personally asked for her to be his new assistant. Of course, it was a big deal to her, Howard Stark’s son had personally asked for her. She must have done something right. An almost new secretary being called by the one and only? That was something Virginia wanted and was definitely going to swank. But she was also terrified of this, knowing damn-well that sometimes men in charge liked to take advantage of their said positions. Aldrich Killian had been the perfect example, and she was not willing to deal with any of that crap again. 

Harold Hogan, Stark’s bodyguard and chauffeur, a man she had met minutes before, walked into the office and Virginia moved to the side holding on to her briefcase. 

He grinned at Miss Potts before turning to Mr Stark. He frowned with a chuckle, knowingly. “Tony,” he said. 

Tony, not Anthony, not Stark not even Mr Stark. Tony. The man didn’t look up as Virginia still fidgeted with her briefcase. 

“Just a second, Happy,” he said. “I’m trying to figure out the correct way to say hello to the lady with the pink-kinda red smudged lips here who’s been standing there for 5 minutes without saying a word.” 

Virginia had blushed instantly and regretted cleaning off her lipstick, she cleaned the remaining lipstick with her hand. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to interrupt you.” 

Tony chuckled as he finally looked up and smirked. “But you should have, Miss Potts.” 

“Well, you already know my name,” she smiled, getting back on her confidence. “So, I’m your new-” 

“New assistant, yes,” Tony finished her sentence. “I asked for you, you seem to have potential to help me run the company, you know it better than I do,” he said. 

Harold-Happy raised an eyebrow chuckling. “Oh, she’s running the company?”

 “She’s in charge of me so she basically is,” Tony chortled. “You’re the boss of me, Miss Potts.” 

“May I ask why it was me, Mister. Stark?” Virginia had been dying to ask since she had first heard the news. 

“I asked around, to see who was the most competent in here, and your name always popped up,” Tony grinned. “It’s you, it’s always you.” 

She chuckled. “Well, I’m glad I’m doing okay,” she said. 

He looked up at her. “Virginia sounds too formal, though,” he acknowledged as he looked up at her. “Virg, Gina,” he wrinkled his nose. “Hm, I’ll come up with something. By the way, the red lips look good.” 

Miss Potts grinned. Unbeknownst to her, she wasn’t going to have it easy. But with that, it had started. And suddenly Virginia Potts found herself worrying for a man who didn’t have his head on his head. She was mental, taking care fo Tony was like taking care of a child. Arranging his schedules and having to figure out ways to apologize for him being late. Picking up his dry cleans, and arranging his dates. Making reservations and then cancelling them because, of course, Tones didn’t have the time for them. 

“I like your freckles, Miss Potts,” he said once. “I like your red hair, it’s like they’ve sprinkled pepper all over on you.” 

“They’re waiting out for you, the conference started ten minutes ago,” she reminded him as she looked down at her notes. 

“Give me a break, Pepper Potts,” he grinned. “I like that one, Pepper, Pepper, has a ring to it, doesn’t it?” 

She smiled. “Miss Pepper Potts for you, sir.” 

It stuck.

The job apparently had been an ‘instructions-not-included’ package that Virginia hadn’t had the time to assimilate. It had been a nightmare, honestly, but getting to spend time with Tony-Mr. Stark made it worth it. Even if he was a bit of an idiot sometimes Miss Potts---Pepper knew that she was the one to get a nice side from him. Pepper-- realized that Tony was himself whenever he was around her. 

There was something she learned about him, however. Tony never rested. The man lived on coffee. 

Suddenly she found herself flirting with him, even when it hurt taking out the trash in the morning. It had become a non-pleasant routine that left Pepper heartbroken. Seeing how the thousands of women were flinging by and then she’d be the one to face them, smirk on her face. 

Pepper was the one to stay, she was aware of that. Whatever happened, she’d be the one to stay by his side, even if he didn’t like it. Pepper did whatever an insane woman could do, fall in love with him. But it didn’t matter, because he was in love with her, too. Even if they both tried to hide it, it was obvious. 

And he’d remind her how much he loved those freckles, and she’d be reminded every day that she was just his assistant. Until… she wasn’t anymore. Maybe the distance between their lips had just been unnecessary. 

And it had stayed that way, from when he got kidnapped, to when she stopped having her red-hair. 

He mentioned it. 

“So you’re not sprinkled with pepper anymore, except for your freckles of course,” he commented. “I like it, blonde looks good, Miss Potts, brings up the red lipstick. It’s like light, I like it.” 

And it did look good, so it stayed like that for a while. It has been blonde since. And she had been there for him, too. Every situation. Even if it was just 12% of the situation, or even if she needed a break from him. It was just like that, with Tony she needed to rest because he never did. Tony Stark was an adventure. 

In dark times, that’s when he needed his light. 

“I was never the romantic type, never the hero type, if I told myself a few years ago I’d be here,” he chuckled. “I would probably laugh at myself. But I look back, at everything, and I know it, the motivation to be a better person, the reason why I’ve been kept alive all these years, my coffee in the morning, the pepper sprinkled on my food,” he laughed. “You’re it, Pepper, you’re what’s kept me alive all those years, you’re the reason I’m awake, it’s you, it’s always been you.” 

That’s how he had proposed. They lived, quite a life. With Morgan, and with Tony not being able to sleep at night. But she’d be there, comforting him. Reading books with him, and she was finally resting. But he never did, he never truly did. 

“You can rest now.” And she had kissed his cheek. 

But now, Pepper looked at her blonde hair and she didn’t like it anymore. It had been difficult. Tony was resting, now. Had she failed to keep him awake? It had been the right thing to do. Maybe he had fulfilled his purpose. 

And she’d wear his t-shirts at night whenever she missed him, and she’d hug Morgan tighter. A blonde, sad but proud Pepper Potts. But something seemed off, Pepper Potts wasn’t Pepper Potts without reason. So she dyed it back red as if someone had sprinkled Pepper on her.

[yeeharley]

Harley Keener’s never liked Thanksgiving.

Nah. Not him. And not for any specific reason, either- no, he just doesn’t like it.

It has absolutely no connection to his father leaving only two months before his eighth Thanksgiving under the guise of buying scratchers so their struggling family can afford a turkey and Christmas presents.

Nothing to do with the way Harley had been forced to step up to the plate to provide for his family around the holidays from age twelve because his mother could barely stop crying long enough to afford food.

Nothing to do with the fact that Macy had finally given in and let him move to New York the week before Thanksgiving because she’d known she couldn’t take care of him and his sister any longer.

So he’s had a rough bout with holidays. Always has.

That’s okay. No worries. He’s fine.

Harley Keener’s never liked Thanksgiving, but sitting at the Starks’ dinner table with Peter at his left and Tony at his right, gripping his boyfriend’s hand under the table as Pepper says grace and Morgan makes a grab for the rolls, he starts to think that maybe, just maybe, he could tolerate it.

(Peter’s burgundy tie looks great with that white shirt, anyways.)

[parkneroses]

i’m taking requests! (marvel only <3)

- i think i’m best at writing parkner (parley? potatowebs? i’ll never know) and stucky since that’s what i read most, but any ship is welcome!

these are things i won’t do: 

- smut - reader inserts (only in-verse characters pls)  - excessive whump - thorki or starker - ageing up or down characters, or genderbending. i am barely talented enough to write these personalities as they’ve been shoved in my face for over twenty movies, i’m not gonna push it :/ - anything else is fair game! (within reason of course)

here’s a list of prompts if you need a nudge :)

01. why do you keep bringing that up? 02. is that my sweatshirt? 03. i think i just lost the bet. 04. i’d punch you, but that’d ruin your perfect face. x 05. poke it with a stick? 06. if you could just be patient for two seconds, 07. none of this makes any sense. 08. you heard me. don’t make me repeat my stupidity again. 09. i need you to help me bury a body. 10. either do what i say or pay me for my time you’re wasting. 11. you’re not as good of an actor as you think. 12. just keep breathing. 13. the only room with a view is a room with you in it, 14. all i do is drink coffee and say bad words. 15. (s)he doesn’t sleep when you’re gone. 16. i don't know why you’re mad, 17. guess who broke their nose? i broke my nose! x 18. this is the best entertainment a man can get in these parts. 19. i’m never touching you again. 20. but that’s murder, 21. illegal just means the government doesn’t want you to do it. 22. i know you didn’t mean that but i’ll take it. 23. my thing is, i don’t give a shit. 24. why are you looking at me like that? 25. stop laughing at me! 26. are you trying to bribe me? 27. is that blood? 28. please, not now 29. there’s only one bed. 30. let me keep that promise. 31. i can’t help that i’m curious. 32. if i die, i’m haunting you first. 33. you just have... such a hateable personality 34. being an idiot comes naturally to me. 35. i can’t help it. it’s a curse. 36. what did they do to you? 37. that’s what she said. 38. i hate this almost as much as i hate you. 39. well this isn’t ideal. 40. give me attention. 41. don’t cry, don’t… 42. so, who’s turn is it to fuck up next? 43. what the hell is that and why are you wearing it? 44. i don’t know if i want to know the answer, but what are you doing? x 45. you told me to be honest, stop hitting me! 46. am i supposed to not be weirded out by this? 47. can this stay between us? 48. i only feel calm when i’m bleeding. 49. honestly, i’m afraid of you. 50. you did this on purpose, didn’t you? feel free to elaborate on them as much as you want <3

and here’s a list of songs if that’s more your style 

- slow dancing in the dark - joji - in love - khai dreams - can’t help falling in love - basically everyone - sunflower - rex orange county - peach - kevin abstract - afraid - the neighbourhood - bishop’s knife trick - fall out boy - i can’t handle change - roar - cornerstone - arctic monkeys - nervous - the neighbourhood - happiness - rex orange county - imagination - shawn mendes - fluorescent adolescent - arctic monkeys - stupid - brendan mclean - xo - eden - bulletproof love - pierce the veil - understand - christian leave - one - lewis capaldi or any other song you want of course!

and oh wow, this is new! marvel fanfic tropes that i wanna try out (list is short for now, feel free to tell me what tropes you see all the time it’d be super helpful) 

- everyone assumes peter/harley are tony’s biological children - ceiling vent clint - peter goes on a field trip to stark industries! x - peter and shuri bond over meme culture

so just drop me an ask, and i’ll get to writing. i hope this goes well! :)

[mendespideys]

loved ones ⎮avengers drabble

summary: tony spends his birthday with his loved ones 

a/n: not entirely sure how this came to be, but here’s a blurb of anthony edward stark celebrating his birthday! some endgame things happened, some did not

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Tony was filled with an immense feeling of content as he glanced around the living room of his lake house. His wife, Pepper, was doing a perfect job as a hostess, despite his protests and pleads to have fun. He could tell she was still enjoying herself, though, by the genuine smile on her lips as she mingled with his guests. Moving his gaze across the crowd, he found his best friend Rhodey chatting with Thor and Bruce. He could tell the retired colonel was trying to coax a laugh out of his fellow teammates to no avail and Tony couldn’t help but chuckle at his frustrated eye roll. Not many people understood the humor of James Rhodes. Sometimes not even him.

Taking a sip of his champagne, he moved on. His gaze rested upon the new additions to the team, Carol and Nebula, as they shared - what he could only assume was - stories from their lives in space. He was grateful for them, for their help. He didn’t dare to wonder where he would be if it wasn’t for them. Mere feet away, Sam and Bucky were eagerly chatting amongst each other. For a moment, he imagined Steve standing next to them, adding his own opinions and details. Tony ignored the faint ache in his heart, knowing Steve was better off. He was happy now. He deserved to be happy.

Eventually, Tony found himself looking at this daughter. She was huddled together on the floor with Peter, the two of them in the midst of a lively debate on who had the cooler superhero outfit; Black Panther or Wanda Maximoff. Tony vowed not to get involved. His heart was bursting with admiration at the sight of them - at all of them. All his friends and family, gathered together in one room to celebrate him. The past years had proven difficult, having to cope with the loss of Peter and countless friends, but they had also given him his daughter. His daughter was the definitely one of the only things that had pushed him forward. For now though, everything was okay. He was okay.

Pepper walked up next to him, the smile he had fallen in love with playing on her lips. He pulled her closer to him, ignoring the slight protest of his new artificial arm. Tony didn’t know how to explain the feeling within his heart at that point other than pure joy and an immense feeling of content. He had his wife and daughter. Peter was finally back and the guilt of losing him had finally been lifted off his shoulders. Surrounded by his loved ones, Tony decided that this was the best birthday he had had thus far. Surrounded by his loved ones, Tony decided that he was the luckiest man in the world. Surrounded by his loved ones, Tony decided that the pain he had endured throughout the years was insignificant compared to the love he felt now.

“Happy birthday, Tony,” Pepper whispered, resting her head on his shoulder.

And that was it. That was all he needed: being with his friends and family, old and new alike.

[purple-babygirl]

All I'm gonna say is Bucky's little being obsessed with feeding Bucky from their plate

Pairing: Daddy!Bucky Barnes x little!f!reader

Word Count: 1,385

Warnings: ddlg dynamics, other than that it's just fluff.

A/N: that was so cute it totally stole my heart🥺💜 thank you so much for sharing such a soft thought with me I hope I did it justice?:"💜💜you know I be meaning for these to be short, like blurbs, but I just-

please enjoy xx.

dada, open up

Bucky took care of his girl. He’d play with her, read to her, bathe her, do her hair, love on her and even feed her. He enjoyed spoiling her. Bucky loved that she trusted him enough to completely let go so he could look after her and that was exactly what he did.

“Dada,” she called to him before he could react.

She was quiet as they sat at the dinner table, but Bucky didn’t think much of it. Her mouth was busy after all.

Bucky was scooping rice on her spoon when he saw her hand slide a piece of broccoli out of her plate. He was about to scold her about table manners and what cutlery were for and that she needed to wait for him to feed her—

Bucky looked to her, expecting her to say she was full or that she didn’t want to eat this specific piece of broccoli. She almost always did this when they came to the last bit of food on her plate. But Bucky was surprised to see his girl offering him the piece of broccoli she held, her hand raised up so the sautéed vegetable was almost touching his lips.

“That’s your food, honey. Daddy has his too, see?” He told her, tilting his plate so she could see he still had food to be consumed, trying to lift the spoon to her lips to feed her.

“Dada,” she repeated, pouting when Bucky left her hand in the air too long.

“Alright, but just this one. You’re gonna eat the rest of your dinner yourself like a good girl, okay?”

She nodded with a smile, stretching her arm more so it reached Bucky’s lips. He opened his mouth and took the food in, chewing.

“Thank you, sweets,” Bucky said before kissing her fingers.

She blushed adorably, retracting her hand and going back to munching her food with a satisfied smile.

“Now open wide for the rice plane.”

~

She did it again the next day; this time when they were having lunch.

“Dada, nuggie,” she said, pushing her hand forward to him.

“Yes, sweets, what’s wrong with your nuggie?” Bucky looked at the golden piece of chicken she held out. It seemed normal to him.

“Nothin’, wanna share it with Daddy,” she told him, shrugging cutely.

He couldn’t help but want to kiss all over her sweet, little face. But she had to finish her meals and eat properly.

“Honey—”

“Dada.” She gave him her puppy eyes; she knew he couldn’t say no to those eyes.

Bucky silently opened his mouth, biting back a smile as he chewed the fried chicken. He needed to be firm, but he still kissed her greasy fingers just to see her blush and take them back.

“You like it?” She checked, wanting to make sure he was enjoying the food as much as she was.

“Mhhm,” Bucky hummed, his eyebrow raised as he tried to figure her out, waiting for the minute she’s going to ask him to finish the plate for her because she was done.

“Dada, baby carrot for you.” She proposed food from her plate again.

“Sweets, you gotta eat your dinner.”

“Baby carrot,” she repeated after nodding at his statement.

Bucky accepted the orange veggie, kissing her hand again before he watched her continue to sit obediently and eat all that was left on her plate with no fuss.

~

At first, Bucky thought she was passing him the food she didn’t like or couldn’t finish under the cover of ‘sharing’, but she always ended up finishing her food, so that was confusing.

Then she started feeding him food that she actually liked too.

“Dada,” came her call again, her hand pressing a red grape from her snack plate to Bucky’s lips.

“Sweets, daddy cut those up for you.” Bucky’s heart swelled at the gesture, but he couldn’t just keep eating her food.

Bucky sighed, shaking his head.

She thought he didn’t want a grape so she dropped it back and held out a piece of apple instead.

“Do you not like the food daddy makes anymore? Is there something else you’d rather eat?”

“No.” She shook her head, putting the apple back among the other fruits.

“Then what is it, honey? Why don’t you wanna eat your food?” Bucky tilted his head, putting her hair behind her ear.

“I wanna eat my food, jus’ wan’ daddy to eat with me too,” she mumbled shyly, her voice small and her finger pushing the fruits around the small bowl in her hands.

“Oh, honey,” Bucky whispered in realization, his heart fluttering at his girl’s care and thoughtfulness before he took her on his lap.

“Wanna share with you because I love you, daddy,” she continued, still staring at her hands, having no idea she was making the man’s heart melt inside his chest.

She loved him. She thought he was special and she wanted to feed him out of her own plate with her own hand like he would her. She wanted to look after him too. It was so wholesome and it made Bucky feel warm and worthy.

Bucky’s thumb touched her cheek, making her look at him.

“Daddy loves you too, sweets. Daddy loves you very much.” He kissed her forehead and temple, big hand caressing her back before he pressed her to his chest in a warm hug, her head tucked under his chin. “You’re the best baby ever, you know that?”

Bucky couldn’t believe how lucky he was even with his whole world between his arms; right on his lap.

“Red grape?” She suggested when they pulled away and she could try again, her happy smile back on her face.

“Red grape.” Bucky nodded with a chuckle, his tongue taking the fruit between his lips.

“Ew,” she giggled, wiping the saliva from Bucky’s tongue on his shirt.

“Did I just hear you say ew, sweets?” Bucky laughed, taking the fruit bowl and putting it away.

He quickly flipped her down on the couch and started running his long fingers up and down her sides, making her laugh and squirm.

“Did you? Hmm?” He kept asking, knowing too well she couldn’t answer him between her loud giggles.

“Dada!” She squealed, trying to wiggle away from his evil fingers tickling her sides.

“You don’t like if daddy’s saliva gets on you?” Bucky teased, licking up her cheek and she laughed louder, her knees bending in a failed attempt to shield her sides.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” She screamed out, still giggling and panting.

“Thank you for sharing your food with me, sweets.” Bucky kissed her chin.

Bucky had mercy on her after a minute, letting her breathe as she continued to smile up at him. He wiped her cheek with the sleeve of his Henley, placing a kiss where he licked her before pumping his nose with hers.

She giggled, scrunching her nose up. Bucky’s hands were settled on her sides, holding her gently as his thumbs rubbed her tummy. She sighed when her chest stopped its heavy rising and falling, gazing at Bucky with all the love she had in her.

Her palm cupped his cheek and Bucky turned his head to kiss her fingers. Then he leaned forward, knowing what she wanted. When he was closer, she held onto his shoulders and lifted her head up to press a sweet kiss to his cheek as well.

From that day on, it was the rule that she would feed Bucky from her plate; it didn't matter where they were or who was around them. Sam could call Bucky whipped all he wanted, he would open up too if he had a girl like her feeding him out of her plate.

She would share anything that was put on her plate with her Daddy: the popcorn on movie nights, the extra blueberries she always asked for with her pancakes, the pepperoni on her pizza, the last curly fry on her plate, and mandarin slices whenever Bucky would peel one for her. And so he started putting extra of everything on her plate to make sure she still got to eat the healthy amount she was meant to eat. Everything was balanced again. Everything was perfect and Bucky wouldn’t want to have it any other way.

[fear-of-flyers]

until your name is next to mine (quinn hughes)

the second blurb in my 'love you 4 always' series thing

song: caroline (colter wall)

pairing: quinn hughes x oc (Olive)

word count: 832 (including lyrics)

warnings: death, sadness, grieving

“There's a place where the sun doth shine / And the birds keep time with the pines up yonder / That's the home of my Caroline / She's dancing in the sky”

It had been three years. Three years since Quinn got the worst news of his life, three years since his sudden leave of absence that had him out for the majority of a season and three years since he lost the love of his life. Quinn and Olive were childhood best friends, highschool sweethearts and the picture of true love for everyone around them. Olive was an interior designer and loved her job. She had designed her and Quinn’s home and put everything into her work, making sure that all of her client’s homes were perfect for them. Quinn couldn’t imagine life without her.

It had been a normal week, Quinn was in California for a game against the Kings and Olive was in Tampa for a work conference. During the first intermission Quinn got the call. “Hughes, there’s someone on the phone for you. Says it’s an emergency.” Bruce says, stepping into the locker room and handing Quinn a cordless office phone. “Any idea what it is?” Quinn asks, face twisting with worry as Bruce shakes his head. “Hi,” Quinn says into the phone “This is Quinn Hughes.” He hears a click on the end of the line, “Hi Mr.Hughes, this is Nurse Thomas. There’s been an accident involving your wife.” Those words had Quinn staggering back, falling roughly into his stall, drawing worried looks from all of his teammates. “She was in an Uber back to her hotel after a dinner with coworkers and the car she was in was hit. I regret to inform you that she did not make it. Will you be coming down here or would you like me to coordinate with your local hospital?” 

At that point Quinn was crying quietly, unable to form words past answering the question. “I’ll make my way down there. Thank you for calling.” In a rush Bo booked him a flight, and Petey called Quinn’s parents who promised to make their way down to Tampa. Brock, who was injured at the time, went with Quinn so he wouldn’t be alone. At the airport he finally called his parents, and, allowing himself to break down, he called Jack and Luke. Telling his brothers that the girl who was basically their sister had died was the hardest thing he’d ever had to do. He felt like someone sucked the life out of him, hearing his baby brothers cry, feeling like it was his fault. The week he spent planning a funeral with his mom and Olive’s siblings drained him like nothing else and the whole time he wished that he could be with her.

“Caroline oh Caroline / I'll be home just at any old time / The grave and the garden won't be satisfied / Until your name's next to mine”

Every year on the anniversary of Olive’s death Quinn spent the day celebrating her, lunch at the cemetery and dinner calls with his family. Excused from practice for the day, Quinn would make his way to the cemetery with a pepperoni pizza, a bottle of coke, and a bag of M&Ms (Olive’s favorite movie night meal). He always stopped for flowers and had recent photos of their family and friends printed. There he spent hours talking to Olive, letting himself cry and mourn in ways he couldn’t bring himself to otherwise. One year the Devils were in Vancouver so Luke took a couple days away from school and Ellen and Jim flew up. After the game Quinn and his family went to Cheesecake Factory. There he facetimed your siblings, like he did every year, and the group reminisced.

“My bones to break and my hands do shake / As I lie in the wake of time's cruel slaughter / But if I die before I wake / I'm gonna see my Caroline”

Some days were impossibly hard. On the road Quinn felt alone, he isolated himself and listened to old voicemails. The worst days, however, were the ones where everything reminded Quinn of Olive. Those days Quinn would call his mom and then stay at Petey’s for the night. Sometimes the only thing that could get Quinn out of his head was visiting Olive. Often he had to allow himself to be dragged by one of his teammates and confront his feelings head on. He knew Olive was looking out for him, a guardian angel of sorts, and let himself revel in the good. The good days, the good friends, the good memories. The one thing that always got Quinn through, visit to visit and day to day was knowing he would see Olive again. “Goodbye for now. I’ll love you until the day I die and then some.”

“Caroline oh Caroline / I'll be home just at any old time / The grave and the garden won't be satisfied / Until your name's next to mine”