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Sunflowers and Sunsets

TASM! Peter Parker X Reader

Just a quick little one-shot with the reader and Peter experiencing some fluff

"I'm here, Darling."

The tapping in the frame of the open window to your small New York City apartment caught your attention as you turned to the person in question. His voice had been extremely soft, as it usually was, and it has made your bones melt into the equivalent of butter. After a long and stressful day Peter Parker was the one person who could dig you out of the hole of negativity you so often found yourself residing in.

His tousled brown hair was a mess (courtesy of the wind) and although his face had been bandaged from his recent fight with OSCORP, he had a determined grin on his face. His features were that of a statue with how expressively lovely his smile lines creased into his skin and framed the lips that were even softer than his voice. His denim jeans and dark grey shirt as well as green overcoat added to the highschool boyish figure that you had come to be so familiar with in the past couple of months.

"Peter." You said, watching him climb in through the window and into your 70's modeled yellow kitchen. It wasn't quite night, no. It was still a bit sunny as the star went down and casted even more of that yellowy glow that you loved so much. It was so warm and inviting, almost like being enveloped into the largest hug. The only person that was able to radiate the same feeling was Peter, who looked very proud of himself for obtaining the paper bag stuffed into his coat.

With a short but loving embrace, you quickly turn your attention to what your boyfriend was holding in his hands.

"What's that?" You ask with a knowing smile, wondering how on earth you could've ended up with someone as perfect and caring as him.

"You know what it is, love." He smiled down at you and held your waist in his arms, pulling away slightly to withdraw the treat. Not fully leaving your frame, his touch sent positive shivers down your spine. He felt too perfect to be real. Too perfect to understand the harsh concepts of reality that of which he knew all too well due to being a superhero. Vigilante. There were a plethora of names for his line of work.

You watched the golden beams of light fracture in beautiful streams across his already glowing face. The dust particles that only became known due to the lighting were moving in spirals all over and glittering as they landed around your feet. His hair was so many magnificent shades of brown and your eyes hyper focused on every single strand that flew out of place, something that Peter always had regardless of his attempts at trying to be kempt.

"The snickerdoodle cookies." You said, seeming to be gasping for air as Peter's raw and beautiful presence was so entrancing; you found yourself lost in his brown eyes quite often.

The spicy but sweet scent of your favorite delectable filled your senses and you immediately felt at peace. At home. Such a wonderful sight before you and all around you. Love everywhere, not just with Peter but with the picture frames that showed the two of you. The flowers on the kitchen counter that he had picked up for you on one of his late-night swings. The color surrounding everything and leaving a warm feeling in the pot of your stomach; a feeling of absolute contempt.

You could live this way forever, you thought. And eventually, the two of you would.

BRAD PITT

Brad Pitt:

Bike Rides and Cigarettes: Bike riding with your husband + shared cigarette + a cute bookstore = the perfect date in Paris.

(Romance/Fluff)

Cliff Booth:

Dating Cliff Booth: Just some headcannons on what it would be like to date the sexy stuntman.

(Romance/Fluff)

Blueberries and Cigarettes: A short drabble where the reader finds out there's more to the man with the Hawaiian shirt than he lets on. Cliff Booth X Reader!

(Romance/Fluff)

Tyler Durden:

It's Hot To Punch A Blonde Guy In A Bar: A Tyler Durden X Reader where they punch a blonde guy in the bar. Couple goals!

(Romance/Fluff/Slight nsfw themes)

Dating Tyler Durden: Just a few headcannons revolving around the concept of being Tyler's love interest.

(Romance/Fluff/Slight nsfw themes)

Dating Tyler Durden pt.2: More headcannons!!

(Romance/Fluff/Slight nsfw themes)

Fuck Your Life's Perception: Tyler shows he cares about you. Just chilling with the Master of Destruction.

(Romance/Fluff)

Ladybug (& Tangerine):

Lady Luck: You find yourself with a bunch of idiots on a train. Sexy idiots.

(Romance/Fluff)

Head Cannon #1: Just a short drabble for Tangerine and Ladybug!

(Romance/Fluff)

The Sun

Pairing: Johnny Seo x reader

⚠️ Warnings: Extreme amounts of fluff, Johnny's horrible dad jokes ⚠️

(This is just a little drabble, nothing serious I saw the gif and I decided to create a little story to go along with it)

He had recommended a hiking trip. A hiking trip. You hate hiking and he knew it so why would he drag you out here at the ass-crack of dawn so you guys could spend hours suffering in the sun's heat; climbing a small mountain so that you could see the water from above. You were trying your best not to complain, but this was way out of your comfort zone. You don't do well with heat and you have a tendency to get angered easily when temperatures reach above 75°. Johnny knew this, of course, so why would he insist on taking you here?

You gathered your climbing gear and put your boots on, thank goodness you still had the ones your friend Haechan gave you tucked away in your closet. He knew Johnny was an avid hiker, someone who relished in the sun and loved long, strenuous walks to see the world from a different perspective. Johnny was everything that you weren't, but he still managed to accept you as one of his closest friends. You had met him through Mark, your co-worker at the jeweler's place downtown, over a couple milkshakes and Scott Pilgrim at his apartment. It was then that you saw everything Johnny Suh had to offer to the world and fell in love with him.

He had caught your gaze in that little apartment when he sat across from you on the couch. It was your favorite scene in the movie (when Todd comes out as a Level 7 vegan) and he had conveniently placed two straws up his nose and pretended he was a walrus. Usually, you would've thought he was being childish but he was just so gosh darn cute that you couldn't help the smile that broke out on your face. He considered his act a triumph, and continued to exclaim just how amazing he was for the rest of the night for getting you to smile over his walrus joke. That night for you was spent gawking over Johnny from your end of the couch, Mark in the middle with his gaze fixed on the television, seemingly unaware of your newfound infatuation. You wanted to observe him for as long as you could and try to understand how he was able to capture your gaze so easily. He had caught you a few times but you proceeded to shy away and catch glimpses of the movie every now and then in hopes he wouldn't notice just how long you had been staring at him. Little did you know, he was doing the same.

"Just a little further, (Y/N). I can see the peak of the hill from here!" Johnny called to you from above, holding onto the rope that connected the two of you and pulling you up to the next platform. By this point, you had been climbing for over a half hour, sweat was clinging to your shirt and your feet felt as though they had blisters permanently etched into your skin. You let out a sigh of relief as you gained your balance and climbed the last hurdle to get to where Johnny was. You managed not to complain (you didn't want Johnny to think you were lame) as you hoisted yourself up, looking at the view before you.

Immediately, you understood why he was so adamant about climbing. The view was beautiful, it felt as though you were on top of the world and you could reach out for the sky and touch it if you tried. The mountain sloped downward into a long, winding river that stretched out into the horizon of the sun, trees pointed towards the fixed point in the sky. You let out a breath of awe and turned to look at the man next to you.

And he was more beautiful than the view.

Everything about him was breathtaking, the way he smiled at you without a care in the world and the way his hair flopped around with the slight breeze. The way his shoulders relaxed and he let out his arms and tilted his head towards the sky, his mouth open catching invisible snowflakes. You laughed with him.

Just then he grabbed you from behind, pulling you into a tight hug. "Thank you for climbing with me, I know you really hate it." He booped you on the nose (His form of affection as you learned throughout the years of knowing him) and he smiled so hard that his lips almost reached his eyes.

You sat there for a moment, his hands holding yours and staring at each other. You were about to pull away until he leaned down and placed his lips on yours. Surprised, you leaned into the touch and kissed him back, the adrenaline coursing through your veins from being up so high and then from Johnny expressing his feelings for you.

Once you let go for a breath of air, he smiled again, something that you could get used to seeing for the rest of time.

He leaned in and whispered "You rock."

Pun intended

say you love me

                until the end of the world

This is so good!! 💛🦐

Theatrics

Jay Gatsby x reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: drinking, men coming onto the reader

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for requesting for Gatsby! No one ever requests for him so this was very fun to do. I hope you enjoy love!

Requested: by anon, Hi I’m new and I just recently got super into the great Gatsby I was hoping you could please do a Jay Gatsby (fanfic maybe) (2013 film) about him and his wife maybe where Jay hosts a party and someone tries flirting with the wife in front of Gatsby he doesn’t know they are married but Jay just kinda reacts if really appreciate it I have trouble finding Jay Gatsby 2013 stories so I’d love seeing it and I saw your previous stories and such you did on him your a fantastic writer!! (Maybe he was just smiles for a little knowing it was ridiculous than as it was clear he wasn’t going to be got more and more mad like he did at Tom during the hotel scene Oof-) (it so could be Tom and he gets really mad like bro you already had Daisy now you want my wife nah haha)

Summary: the request

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

The party was about to start. You loved it when Jay threw parties. You knew that people would come to gossip and everyone in West Egg enjoyed a good Gatsby party. Maybe you just liked being the center of attention. Maybe you liked it when Jay was.

Whatever the reason was, you were pleased to find everything in place for your final preparations. People would start filling in soon in droves. You passed each other waiters carefully checking all of the plates they were holding. They made quick small talk as you passed, making sure everything was alright.

You heard a loud clap and everyone stopped moving.

Your eyes all went up to the staircase where Jay was standing, a grand smile on his face.

“My dear?!” he called.

“Yes?” you called back to him. He met your eyes from the distance, his smile widening.

“Open up the doors!”

You nodded and turned around to the waiters, gesturing for each of them to get the doors. You opened up the main one and people were already waiting.

You stood by the door as they came in, saying hello to those you knew and eavesdropping on those you didn’t. Before you knew it the room was completely filled to the brim with people. Drinks and food were being handed out. You had lost Jay to the crowd which was expected. You often found each other near the end of the night anyway.

“Y/N?” a man called. You turned, your lips upturned in a rehearsed smile.

“Nick! Hello dear, how are you? I thought you weren’t going to be able to make it,” you said, rushing over to your neighbor.

“I was able to afterall. Do you know where Gatsby is? Jay, I mean,” he said sheepishly. You shook your head.

“Sorry, I don’t. I’m sure he’s bound to turn up somewhere, sloshing some sort of drink around.” He nodded in agreement. “Try to enjoy yourself. There’s plenty of food if you want. Perhaps you can even find a nice person to go home with.” He shook his head laughing.

“I think I’ll have to find the food.” You nodded and patted him on the back.

“Then I will see you later. Have fun!” You walked past him further into the crowd. You loved these parties. You loved that barely anyone there knew that you lived there. Often people would whisper about Mr and Mrs Gatsby, the infamous party throwers and how people rarely had ever met the two of you.

You preferred to remain an idea.

You grabbed a champagne glass from one of the waiters and sat down in one of the free spots on the couches. You happened to be right next to a man you had never met before. You didn’t spare him more than a glance but you could feel his gaze on you as you took a drink of your champagne.

“Do you frequent these parties?” he asked you. You looked over at him and gave him the ‘who me?’ look before answering.

“No, can’t say that I do,” you said. You liked your identity as an idea, why not keep it that way? Plus, you had to have a little fun at these parties if you wanted to keep them going.

“You’re gorgeous, I think I would remember you,” he said, leaning against the couch. You smiled politely.

“Thank you.”

“Isn’t this house beautiful? I hear the couple that lives here is even more so. I mean, not nearly as beautiful as you though.” You held back a scoff.

“Yes it’s a wonderful house.”

“So what’s your name? Did you come with someone?”

“Actually yes, I did.”

“Oh well you don’t have to leave with them,” he said leaning into you. His breath stunk of alcohol. You stood up slowly.

“Thank you but I’m truly alright,” you told him as kindly as you could muster. He stood up too. You were trying to figure out how you were going to get out of this hole you had dug yourself when you felt a hand on the small of your back. You turned swiftly to find Jay standing beside you. “There you are,” you said happily.

“Who’s this?” he asked stiffly. The man extended his hand.

“Daniel.” Jay didn’t shake it and Daniel let his hand drop awkwardly. “You are?”

“Jay Gatsby. This, old chap, is my wife you were speaking with.” You could feel his light tension but didn't imagine that he would get into too much of a fight.

“Oh!” Daniel said, suddenly very embarrassed. “My apologies, I didn't know.” You gave him a curt nod.

“Clearly,” Jay said. “I was about to get something from the kitchen if you would like to join me,” he said to you. You nodded pleasantly.

“Lead the way darling.”

The two of you left the man in the dust as you weaved through the crowd to the bustling kitchen. Waiters came and went but it was big enough to where you were able to get a moment of peace there. The guests greatly outnumbered the waiters.

“Nick was looking for you,” you said.

“Everyone is looking for me dear,” he said, leaning against the wall. “We’re the Gatsbys.” You nodded slowly, looking at him.

“I was about to tell him that you know.”

“Oh I know. But I wanted to make sure you got lost in the crowd before he could find you again.”

“After your clear intimidation, I don’t think he will go looking again,” you promised, grabbing his hand. You kissed the back of his hand gently and he brought his other hand to his cheek.

“I am known for my theatrics.”

“You don’t have to tell me that darling.”

I can't risk it 😥

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Other’s works Part 2

Series

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Strange Series by @damn-stark

New Journey Series by @suckerfordylansstuff

Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy Series (in progress) by @orangevtae

Sorry, Not Sorry Series by @mackenzie-is-loading

Baby Brother Bear Series by @moonlit-imagines

Part One , Part Two , Part Three

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Princess of the Night by @beautyandthenovels

Perv by @cowteapot

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Peanut Butter Death Wish by @hobisfavoritespritecan

New Me by @kadorawrites

Funeral Grey by @kerstynn

Protect You by @kinghairington

talking in your sleep by @kiwicider

A Little Bit Closer by @ladylannisterxo

Saviour by @magicalxdaydream

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dark waters by @onceuponastory

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love bites by @robcharlieglenn

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Elegia by @sattlersquarry

baby names by @scoopsahoy

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Dating Tyler Durden Would Include...

As requested by: @hyuugasmary

Just some headcannons for dating the world's most chaotic character!

⚠️ Warnings: mentions of death, sexual innuendos⚠️

Tyler Durden is a man who is very in-tune with his feelings. He doesn't deny himself the simpler pleasures of existence and knows where his priorities lie. Therefore, when he figured out he had the hots for you and realized your intellect was something he clicked with, he made you his.

Part of me thinks he was slightly forceful about it. If you had denied his request when he first popped the question, he would've done everything in his power to show you that he could be the person you needed. For example, if you're someone who cares more for physicality in a relationship, he would allow you to watch him kick ass in Fight Club. If you're someone who cares more for personality and intuition, he would focus more on showing you just how intelligent he could be. Either way, he has both looks and smarts so you'd be getting both in the end.

If you had said yes without any hesitation, he would've admired your eagerness and would show it back to you in abundance.

So now, how would you fit into your boyfriend's overarching hatred of the patriarchy and his plans for mass destruction? Simple. You would just be there to offer him support through his ideology and provide him with affection while he makes nitroglycerin. He loves your imagination and your intensity when it comes to arson and sex.

Fight Club is no different; you appreciate the way Lou's Tavern quickly becomes a safe haven for you and the boys, all of whom treat you with utmost respect. I mean, they have to considering the fact that you're their leader's love interest. They allow you to watch from outside of the circle to engage you in the activity, but will never allow you to fight since they know Tyler wouldn't allow a single scratch on your body....unless it came from him.

Tyler wants someone to be on his level of bad-assery. Sure, he wants to protect you and keep you safe but he lets you start any fight or argument just as long as he was right by your side to finish it for you. He wants someone with an internal flame and a passion for watching the world burn.

While you're staying with him on Paper Street in the early days of Project Mayhem, the Space Monkeys instantly refer to you as Second in Command. If you identify as female, you're usually met with "Mrs. Durden" whereas if you identify as a male or somewhere in between, you're met with "Mr. Durden #2."

Tyler lets you harass the newcomers on the porch saying that "you'd teach them a better lesson than I could since they'd be staring at you anyways." But still offers to beat anyone up if they glance at you in a suggestive way.

Nights with Tyler are spent hunched over pots of the latest soap mix; gagging at the smell of the liposuction bags as you pull them out from the fridge. Tyler plays his music which is something with a sharper edge to it since he is very much into the punk genre, but I also have a feeling he would also play a lot of Depeche Mode.

On the nights where he didn't desire to blow things up in the morning, he would stay with you in his room, wrapping you up in his arms and playing with your hair while you fell asleep. He would never be cold to you but he would spend a lot of time on his "homework assignments" and phoning in on the other clubs set up in different states. He would tell you what was on his mind as he thought of it, but the nights where he felt really comfortable, he would let his anxieties and insecurities show just a little bit more than usual since he trusts you not to judge him. Which you don't.

During the day, you would usually watch him in the basement of Lou's Tavern as he prepared for another club session later that evening. You would also tag along with him when he worked in the theatre while he spliced single frames of pornography into family films. You usually picked out the lewd images since the two of you would crack up when kids started to cry.

Bonus!

Patching up Tyler's wounds after an intense session of Fight Club, scolding him for going too hard and overexerting himself.

Wearing Tyler's infamous coffee mug printed robe in the mornings.

Dancing with Tyler to no music in corridors of fully populated buildings for absolutely no reason other than self amusement.

Calling your boyfriend Mr. Durden once on accident since it's all you heard on a daily basis and him laughing so hard he had tears in his eyes.

Both of you hating pet names but you call each other "babe." He will occasionally call you "love" but only in the bedroom or times where there's no one else around. It's not that he's embarrassed, he just likes the exclusivity.

Having him tell you about his scars while you trace over them on his bare skin, admiring every inch of the beautiful man before you.

One time you got into a fight with Angel Face (Jared Leto's character) and he pushed you. Tyler beat his face in so hard that the blonde had to use his $300 of personal burial money a bit sooner than he anticipated.

Tyler will teach his "life lessons" when you're around but he would never dream of putting you in danger. His near-life experiences are only for the times he knows you're sound asleep safe at home in his bedroom.

Tyler is just a little bit more cautious about how much trouble he really gets into, knowing that he can't die when he has you to come back to every night.

And last but not least...

Tyler wears your clothes. You saw how he dressed in the movie with his Goodwill attire? Yeah. He doesn't care much for fashion or practicality so he will 100% walk to his job as a banquet waiter in your cutoff pink shirt with a shrimp on it.

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! I had a lot of fun with this one! >:)

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Hello! I'm wondering if you'd accept my request of tasm!Peter with a girlfriend who constantly worries and fussed over his bruises and cuts whenever he comes back from being Spiderman while peter just sits there grinning like an idiot fooling around with her?

tysm this idea is so cute and I didn’t do it justice!

You're half-dressed when Peter gets home.

“Oh, you look nice,” he says.

“The effect of that is kind of lost when you’ve got blood all over you,” you sigh, helping him out of the bedraggled suit. “Pete, is that glass?”

“So much glass,” he agrees, swivelling on his hips to show you. “Swung through a window.”

“Fuck.”

“Fuck,” he agrees with you again.

You retrieve the first aid kit from under the sink and dig until you find a pair of tweezers. You’re turned to the side holding them over the flame of a small lighter when you feel his hands on you.

“My shirt looks good on you,” he says.

“Boo. Awful. Stop touching me, I’m trying to sanitise,” you say.

His fingers press into the soft curve of your hip. You squirm out of his grip because you know if you let him touch you, let him melt you down, his side will heal with little shards of glass still inlaid while you’re distracted.

You make him lie down on a clean towel on the bed and perch over one of his legs. This is enough excitement for him to start wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“Pete,” you chide, tilting your head to one side so you can get a better look at his side.

None of his cuts are bleeding anymore, and that’s the problem. You go for the little pieces first, the ones that are almost all healed, and Peter doesn’t flinch even as pinpricks of fresh blood bloom in their wake. His hands are soothing you if anything, tentative fingertips pushing over your face. You ignore him as best you can.

You wince as a bigger piece pulls free and blood rises to the surface, a crimson bead rolling over his rusty skin. You wipe at the wound with a tissue, hand shaking. Invisible to the naked eye but not his, Peter catches your trembling fingers in his and lays them flat over his abdomen.

“Relax,” he whispers in good humour.

“You’re slowing me down.”

“It’ll still be there after you give me a kiss,” he tells you.

“I’m not giving you any kisses until you're glass-free.”

“You don’t need to worry so much.”

You look at the purple yellow bruise amassed over his right shoulder, the blood streaking the skin of his abdomen and the cut at the corner of his mouth and raise your eyebrows.

He’s beaming at you.

“You look stunning right now,” he says, pulling your leg so you fall into his chest. You gasp and hold yourself off of his glass splinters.

“Peter, you’re being a total jerk.”

His hands slide up your waist, stop dangerously close to your chest. “Tell me all about it, pretty girl.”

“I’m trying, if you’d just,” he kisses you, you return without thinking and then pull away, “let me.” He catches you for a second kiss. A hand slips under your shirt. You groan against his lips in defeat and feel his own curve into a smirk.

“Got you,” he says, chuckling.

He's so hot wtf

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