kayrogers

[kayrogers]

Hey there:) if it's not too much trouble could I get a female ship for caos? I'm female, 22, black hair, blue eyes & sadly 4'11" super highly introverted I am extremely shy and cannot be bothered with social situations I spend 90% of my time listening to music I enjoy listening to pretty much anything but my faves are In This Moment, The Pretty Reckless, Twenty One Pilots, The Foo Fighters Lana del Rey & Daughter Some of my fav books are The Secret Garden LOTR and anything Agatha Christie

I ship you with...

Prudence Blackwood

(first of all I love this chaotic murder bby and she has my soul... anyways)

Okay so, Prudence needs a break.

Keeping up with her life from being a top bitch witch, to having to help save the world on multiple occasions, and eventually moving towards the ultimate goal of killing her dad... she is tired of it. Of everything.

She doesn’t want all the parties and the chaos anymore and that is how she finds solace in you. You have caught her eye on multiple occasions upon her visitations to Greendale, but it has never been the right time. She admires your calm and introverted nature, wishing she could allow herself to do the same. So when the world is done almost ending for the umpteenth time, she shoots her shot. 

Prudence finds you with your nose in a book, enjoying a milkshake at Cerberus’s and she makes sure to take note of whatever you have in your hand. Because she is not quite used to acting like a normal human being, she’s actually a little awkward in approaching you. 

“Have you gotten to the end yet?” She’ll ask abrasively, sliding into the seat across from you, eyeing the copy of Murder On the Orient Express in your hand.

From there she manages to coax you a bit out of your shell, the two of you getting into easy conversation over books and your music tastes which are surprisingly similar. The two of you end up chatting till dark and Prudence honestly cannot believe she has managed to get on this long with a mortal, while you find her strange tics and manner of speaking a bit endearing. When Dr. Cee has to kick the two of you out, much to Tilda’s dismay as she has never seen Prudence hold a genuine smile for that long as well as seen you talk to.. anyone. 

Prudence walks you home and the two of you agree to meet again, exchanging numbers and lingering a little too long at your front porch. 

It takes only a moment of hesitation for Prudence to kiss your cheek, hoping she picked up signals correctly but also too immersed in your chemistry to stop herself. Though you don’t realize she goes for your cheek and she actually meets the corner of your lip, leaving both of you blushing messes as you say your goodbyes.

[kayrogers]

Hi I am a new writing blog and I do ships (match ups) and headcanons! If you are interested , definitely send a request ! Also if you can post this so any other person interested can check my blog out , I would be grateful 💕 If you dont do that kind of thing though its okay , really sorry for the inconvenience . Thank you in advance xx

No inconvenience at all!! Folks check em’ out!!

[kayrogers]

Hey its the anon that requested the Marvel and Divergent ship oh my goodness thank you so much for writing it and JANE FOSTER!! wooo I maybe squealed a little now I'm gonna be day dreaming about being friends with Darcy and Jane being my wife lol the Divergent ship was so cuttee the necklace just awww

I’m glad you liked it omg 😭😭 (totally not crying) but thanks for the feedback yo!! I haven’t written any female imagines yet but after writing that I definitely have been coming up with a few because it was really fun to get to write on that side of the LGBT spectrum!! Being bisexual and usually in straight-passing relationships I wasn’t sure if I was actually able to write f/f ships well enough to put something out there (I’ve only ever really made out with girls and had crushes on them because I grew up in a hick town and there weren’t that many girls out in my area). But if you really liked it then I will definitely work toward making my imagines more inclusive from this point forward!! So thank you really! This feedback really helped 🥺❤️❤️

[kayrogers]

must a fic writer actually write? is it not enough to plan fics for four hours and write nothing bc you cannot solidify an idea that feels completely satisfying?

[kayrogers]

Hi i had also sent you a ship and i just want to make sure you got it because tumblr is awful lately ( it was one for caos , maze runner and stranger things with this emoji🍁)

Sorry hun I don’t think I got yours either 😭 sent it again and I’ll work on it as soon as possible!!

[kayrogers]

Hiii i sent a ship request for sabrina and the maze runner a few minutes ago and im just wondering if you got it , because tumblr was glitching when I sent it ! Also just curious but how long does it usually take you to post a ship? (Again , just curious , i dont want to pressure you or seem rude!)💗 Also the ship had this emoji 🌺

ugh I’m sorry I don't think I got your ship hun :( (stupid Tumblr) definitely send it again though! I am working on pushing out as many as I can tonight!!

[kayrogers]

hi Kay, I wanted to request a ship for the marvel, harry potter and game of thrones fandoms if that's ok. I'm a bisexual woman, 5"1, leo, I'm an INFJ and a Ravenclaw. I like musicals, dancing, going out with my friends but also really enjoy staying home with my dogs. Hope this works :)

I ship you with...

Peter Parker

You and Peter first met in theater class. You had known each other by reputation up to that point, both introverts and excelling students in all your classes. Not to mention both frequent targets of Flash Thompson’s obnoxious teasing. Though this class showed Peter a whole new aspect of you he had yet to see.

The girl who was usually timid in class became a star on the stage. You were practically the best performer in your class, especially considering only half of you actually participated. He admired how you would dance and improvise with the other theater kids effortlessly, eventually coming to you for help when given a partner assignment. You all had to pick partners to perform a scene from a Shakespeare play and he knew he would bomb fast without your help.

You were at first surprised the boy was even talking to you, always secretly finding his dorky attributes adorable, not to mention the suddenly muscular physique he sported sophomore year. 

Of course you agreed and the two of you settled on what was probably one of the easiest and most obvious scenes to perform. The balcony scene from Romeo and Juliet. Though you partially detested the play, finding it to be one of Shakespeare’s worst. The two of you practiced every class leading up to the performance, even after school at times when Peter wasn’t participating in the Stark Internship. And through this, something more grew. You had hoped your crush on him wasn’t obvious as you almost too easily played a girl in love, but he was no different. As you got to know each other, the lines between the script and his feelings blurred. Hell you thought he was quite the actor with how earnestly he read Romeo’s lines against your Juliet. 

And on the day of the performance, you felt yourself consumed by emotion as the performance took over.

“Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!” Peter’s eyes locked with your own as he spoke, soon it felt as though the room disappeared around you and you were the only two people in the world.

And by the end, even though it was not written in the script, the both of you had found yourselves so close to one another. Your breath’s intermingled, his nose bumping against your own. And as the scene and your feelings took over, his lips pressed against yours in a breathless kiss which neither of you had ever experienced. 

Ron Weasley

Ron never thought he would see a witch which matched Hermione Granger with intelligence and magical prowess until he met you. 

Stuck as desk mates in ancient runes class, he actually seemed like an oaf to you, but the ginger had been smitten instantly when graced with your looks and personality. His crush was obvious to you, but you surprisingly didn’t mind it. After getting to know him through your time together, he actually seemed quite kind and very funny. Not to mention you had lost count of how many times himself and two other Gryffindors had saved the school/wizarding world from He Who Shall Not Be Named.

It wasn’t until you started tutoring him however when you began developing feelings for him. You would be reading in Hogsmeade, each of you with a pint of butterbeer, where you’d very often find yourselves moving from the studying material and just talking. Soon his secret glances your way resulted in a blush on your face and yours toward him would elicit the same response. So when he asked you to the Yule Ball, you had no choice but to say yes. 

Upon your arrival to the event, Ron Weasley had been rendered speechless. Not an easy thing to do mind you.

You had worn a silver dress that flowed off your body like silk, a dark blue beret in your hair and light makeup gracing your features.

His first words to you that night were, “you're beautiful.”

Needless to say you instantly became a blushing mess under his gaze.

When dancing, you took the lead rather than him given your dancing abilities and his lack thereof. You laughed and joked the whole time, swirling around to the music which floated through the beautifully decorated hall. 

“You know I’ve liked you since I’ve met you.” Ron admitted sheepishly as he held you close during a slow song and you smiled up at him.

“I know.” You responded with a smirk and his face nearly burned redder than his hair.

“And would you maybe feel the same way?” He asked, showing a vulnerability you had not scene on him often.

With a roll of your eyes you planted a quick kiss on his lips, “Does that answer it for you?”

Sansa Stark

To say Sansa intimidated you would be an understatement. Queen in the North was not a title frequently held, if ever, and yet it seemed as though the young woman was made for it. 

You were the youngest child of Howland Reed and visited the North after the wars. Meera was not interested in holding a position of power, having faced enough in the past years to make her practically disappear to find a peaceful life of her own. And with Jojen’s passing, you were the representative of your father’s family. You were actually quite bookish and proper for an inhabitant of the Neck, but this quality set you apart from your family in a good way.

Sent to the North to find a suitor from Sansa’s court. It was a smart alliance and an old one as the Stark’s had always had a good relationship with the House Reed. Though part of you resented this potential match up as you had not wanted to be married off, you were a free spirit and would rather be married to a crocodile than a man. See, though it was expected of a lady to fall for a man in Westeros, you found yourself to be a woman which more preferred the company of women.

Sansa was cold at first, as she had learned to be, but getting to know you during your stay in Winterfell changed something in her. She allowed herself to be warm and spoke to you as though you were on equal stature. 

The two of you actually hit it off quite well, finding your conversations to flow easily and honestly. She felt as though she could speak to you as she could to a close friend. You found the fiery haired girl to be beautiful and smart and stronger than you could imagine. And unbeknownst to you, she found you in quite the same manner. 

It was one night, over to many glasses of wine in her bedroom, that you had almost thought she was flirting with you? The Westerosi conversational standard had longed died off and you were soon just two women enjoying each other’s company. 

“I enjoy you, [Y/n]. It’s a shame you’ve come to be married off to a man of my court.” She stated, and though it seemed innocent enough, you knew Sansa never spoke without purpose.

“If it were my decision, I would not be. Don’t much prefer their company.” You said, equally baiting the queen with a vague response.

“And what would your decision be?” You felt your heart race as Sansa invaded your personal space, sitting closer to you on her bed as her voice was near desperate in the question.

A mixture of anxiety and excitement spun through your veins as you met her piercing blue eyes, “if I am not speaking out of turn, I would choose to be with you, my Queen.”

She is silent for too long after your admission, staring into your eyes with an intensity you had never seen before. The ginger was hesitant as she grew closer to you, face nearly suffocating your own. Her nose brushed against yours and you sucked in a breath as you soon felt her lips on your own. You let your eyes close as you leaned into the kiss, her hands running through your hair as you let yours carefully cup her cheeks. The kiss was short but left the both of you breathless when pulling away, desperation and adoration clear in both of your faces.

“You will not be married to a man of the court. You deserve nothing but a Queen.” 

[kayrogers]

Hey could I request a ship for Marvel & Divergent? I'm female, 5'2", brunette (want to dye it black but scared), blue eyes, 23, lesbian, irish, leo, journalist, tattoos, umm wish I had a cool hobby but I don't the only thing I do consistently is read, obsessed with vintage/old things particularly furniture jewellery &clothes why buy something new when you can buy something that's had a life before you, I think of owning vintage items as the closest thing to time travel, I have too many handbags

I ship you with...

Jane Foster

You first met Jane when interviewing her about her work with astrophysics, post-Thor. She was first annoyed to be forced into another interview where she’d be forced to talk about the thunder god, but instead you focused on her. Got Jane to discuss her work, letting her explain the complexities of the wormholes and gravitational anomalies which led her down this path. The two of you actually got on quiet well, having to bring the interview back on track a few times after easily slipping way off-topic. And though it seemed as though she could have been involved with this Thor guy, he lived on another planet, so you shot your shot.

“Here’s my card, by the way, call me if you ever  want to grab a coffee.” You offered to the scientist after the interview and though she explained her connection to Thor, you could see something else telling you different in her eyes.

It wasn’t for another six months that Jane called you, “Hey... I’m in New York this weekend, if you still wanna get that coffee.”

A smile spreads across your lips, “we’re done with Space-Boy?”

Her laugh on the other end of the line is music to your ears, “I’m done waiting around. Especially when I have my Earth-Girl right here.”

Lynn

First of all, she did not think you belonged in Dauntless. She thought you were too soft, had too many ‘girly’ hobbies. But this was also why she liked you in a way. She admired you in secret at first, learning how strong it was to stay soft in a harsh environment. Something she struggled with herself.

She had found a stray necklace when on patrol around Chicago, and took it without a second thought. When she approached you with the piece, you had seen her blush for the first time and thought it suited her well. “It’s um- blue. Like your eyes! So I thought you’d like it..” Lynn awkwardly holds the necklace out to you, constantly avoiding contact.

All of her rough edges and blunt persona cracked in this moment, the girl beginning to change before your eyes. And this only continued as the two of you got closer.

She only admits her feelings when playing a game of capture the flag with you. The two of you are partners on the same team, fluidly watching each other’s backs as you move through the abandoned amusement park. An enemy appears behind Lynn without her knowledge and you’re quick to shoot him down, sting shot whooshing straight past her ear.

“Holy shit!” She practically yells and you laugh with a shrug.

“All in a days work.” You smirk and she suddenly has a serious look come over her features.

“Being in Dauntless is dangerous. We both know that... and I don’t think I’d forgive myself if I never said this to you. I like you, [Y/n]. A lot.”  You’re taken aback by her admission, eyes going wide.

Sure you had always found Lynn cute, her boyish looks and serious demeanor alluring you and intimidating you all at once. But you never thought it could be reciprocated, you were practically opposites.

“Oh yeah? I’m not ‘too soft’ for you?” You tease, not entirely accepting the situation.

Lynn just smirks and rolls her eyes, getting closer to you than she’d ever been. Your noses practically touch.

“I’m the one that got you a necklace because it matches your eyes. Who’s really the softie?” She challenges, her breath intermingling with your own as her eyes dip down to the gem on your neck before coming back up to your own.

You don’t even utter a word before you smash your lips against her own, Lynn meeting you with the same amount of passion. It’s sloppy and rushed, but perfect as you fall into a perfect rhythm, her hands running through your hair as you wrap your own around her waist.

[kayrogers]

Hi if you are still taking requests for ships what info should we send and how many fandoms? Sorry if you have answered , im new 💗

Send the info you’d send for any ship! Basic appearance, personality traits, and like interests and such lol whatever you can fit into the character count. And the fandoms I do are in the tags of my original ship post, but honestly I probably didn’t list all the fandoms I know cause I’m lazy and couldn’t think of any other ones 😂

Send a request if you like!! Still taking them!!

[kayrogers]

Hey are your ship requests open?

Yess!!! The ship requests are still open!!

[kayrogers]

C  o  l  o  r  s

p r o m p t     l i s t

drabble / one-shot prompt list

pick a color (or a few) and drop it in my ask with a character

i will do most fandoms

look to bottom tags for fandoms I can absolutely do

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pearl - “I’m not going anywhere. Not without you.”

porcelain - “I don’t need protection!”

lace - “Kiss me, softly.”

frost - “It’s chilly, huh?”

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fawn - “I feel safe with you.”

sepia - “You are Home.”

gold - “You’re mine. Always.”

bumblebee - “Just friends’ don’t act like that.”

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marigold - “Make me.”

honey - “Do your lips taste as good as I think they do?”

ginger - “Isn’t that my sweater?”

rust - “I can’t do this anymore!”

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cherry - “You’re blushing.”

blush - “Well, this is awkward.”

scarlet - “Fuck! That’s a lot of blood!”

rose - “Don’t you see?! I love you.”

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coral - “Can you trust me?”

bubblegum - “Holy shit!”

peach - “Kiss me like we’re in one of those dumb romcoms.”

rouge - “I can take care of myself.”

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mauve - “he/she’s beautiful.”

mulberry - “Just dance with me.”

heather - “Fuck me gently with a chainsaw.”

periwinkle - “It’s not safe here.”

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cobalt - “Why do we only seem to talk when the world is gonna end?”

ocean - “People tend to underestimate the beauty of rain.”

azure - “Chill out!”

indigo - “This isn’t what it looks like!”

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chartreuse - “Are you high right now?”

juniper - “Please put your clothes back on.”

mint - “What are you listening to?”

pine - “There’s only one bed..”

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mocha - “Are you flirting with me?”

tawny - “Where are we right now?”

umber - “I’m scared.”

penny - “Run!”

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cloud - “Ugh. What happened last night?”

silver - “Let him/her go!”

smoke - “You’re an asshole.”

slate - “This place gives me the creeps.”

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midnight - “Put me down!”

ink - “I lost the car keys.”

crow - “You’re bleeding all over the carpet!”

pitch - “Are you okay?”

[kayrogers]

hiya soo just wanted to do a ship request. I’m a straight female. I’m 5’2 with brown eyes and curly brown hair. I’m an INFJ, virgo, and gryffindor. I love thrifting, reading, and baking. I can be a bit clumsy and stubborn as well though. Also I go to school for acting! Not sure if I can request more than one fandom. If so, Harry Potter and X-men. If you’re only doing one fandom, then Harry Potter. thank you!! xxx

hi hi! so for your shipppsss

Sirius Black

Alright, so at first, this does not seem like a match that would ever exist. Being an INFJ, you were perhaps one of the quietest Gryffindors of your class while Sirius was decidedly NOT. He was the bad boy while you were the bookish creative, but that doesn’t stop the two of you. He would first be drawn to you by your baking, making a smirk and stealing one of your fresh pumpkin pasties the second you returned to the Gryffindor common room. You object, clearly annoyed, but he responds with a flirt that leaves you blushing out of the room. He decides from that moment forward, he wanted to see that blush again. So, he pays attention to you, noting the non-traditional Hogwarts attire you thrifted and pulled together yourself or the monologues you read instead of taking notes in boring classes. And being quite dramatic himself, he learns a monologue from one of your favorite plays, loudly performing it to you in the girl’s dormitory. It’s terrible, but you find it adorable and yet again your cheeks are red. He gives you his signature grin and asks you out on the spot, you say yes but only on the condition he never butchers your favorite work again. Once the two of you are together, it’s clear you're a perfect match. Not only do your personalities balance each other out, but you’re also both the same brand of stubborn that frustrates nearly everyone around you. Your first kiss is in the middle of an icing fight, Sirius starting it by wiping a glob on your nose till the both of you are covered in the color purple, smelling like sugar. You’re both laughing until suddenly he stops, locking eyes with you and pulling you to him in a rush. You’re shocked when his lips first meet yours, but you quickly melt into him and meet the kiss with the same passion, your lips syncing as though they were always meant to do that.

Scott Summers

You did not like Scott Summers. From the second he showed up at Xavier’s School, he was a dick. All you could read from him was a cocky, playboy attitude that seemed more an act than who he truly was. His feelings toward you though? Different story. You were one of the first mutants he noticed when arriving, his eyes catching onto the snowflakes you materialized from thin air and floated in your hand. He thought you were beautiful. And with poor judgement, he overtly flirted and tried to land a date with you before even learning your name. Sure, you found him cute, but the attitude had you turning the other way. It was only when you were leaving the library late one night, that your opinion changed. You were walking past his room to your own when you heard him sniffling and quietly crying. Against every impulse in your body telling you to just walk away, you knocked on his door and asked if he was alright. When he actually let you in, you saw tear streaks coming from his sun-glass covered eyes. The two of you talked and he immediately apologized for his behavior, explaining that he actually was just torn and upset because he felt like a destructive monster and that he was actually a nerd and the whole playboy thing was an act because he was bullied at his old school. From then on, the two of you were unlikely friends, getting closer and closer everyday as you got to know each other. He loved your baking and when you would show him your new favorite books that you were hooked onto, eventually picking up a few himself. It’s not for a few months though that he tries to pursue you romantically again, his feelings only growing stronger as the two of you got to know each other. It’s a snowy, winter day and you got to show your powers to him on full display, making a snow castle surrounding the two of you. The words ‘you’re beautiful’ leave his lips before he can stop himself and you meet his eyes with a small smile. He tests the waters and plants a kiss on your lips before pulling away when you don’t respond. You just roll your eyes and pull him back, deepening the kiss and almost knocking the sunglasses right off his face.

( ship #2 done, send requests if you want any! hope anon likes it! )

[kayrogers]

hi!! could i be shipped with men from harry potter, avengers, and sherlock please? i’m a ravenclaw, aquarius, and intj. i’m about 5’2 with light green eyes and dark brown hair. i’m an art student, so i love to draw, paint, and sculpt. in my free time i like to read, play piano, and stargaze. i’m pretty introverted and cold when you first meet me, but when you get to know me better i can be pretty funny and clever. thank you!

howdy! for your ships I would have to say 

Remus Lupin

Remus would immediately gravitate toward your introverted personality. He would love seeing your various art projects, and even suggest ideas when getting especially invested in your work. You two would read the same books eventually becoming your own little book club as the two of you got closer. He just enjoys the classic creative tendencies that you exhibit, seeing it as a calmer and more fulfilling activity when compared to the hijinks of the rest of the marauders. On full moons, he’d make sure you were nowhere near where he made his transformations, as the thought of hurting you would absolutely terrify him. But he would of course eventually trust you enough to share his secret, in the same breath admitting his strong feelings and admiration for you. Your first date would be sharing a classic piece of literature under the stars, you falling asleep in his arms when it got too late and him secretly planting a kiss on your forehead.

Steve Rogers

Steve would take a liking to you instantly. At first, only admiring from afar because let’s be honest, the man does not have lady skills. He’d notice all your little quirks and interests, being inspired by your artistic capabilities and listening to soft piano melodies coming from wherever you played. You don’t even realize his interest until seeing a candid drawing of you in his sketchbook with stars adorning your hair. So... when you take the leap and ask if he’d like to go on a date, he's a blushing mess but immediately says yes. He decides to do the cliche New York date, taking you to Central Park and talking the day away. He nostalgically talks about his days in the 40s, eyes drifting to your form whenever you're not looking (himself not noticing you doing the same thing). When the sun goes down, we walks you home and kisses you on the cheek. He’s almost about to leave when you grab his collar and plant a quick peck on his lips before going into your apartment. He stands on your steps with the dorkiest smile he’s had in years.

John Watson

You are a much needed balance in John’s life. Every other thing he lives with is absolute chaos, between solving murders and nearly getting murdered himself on a weekly basis. The two of you meet when he is sent to the library by Sherlock to find some book on the evolution of mushroom decay. He notices you in a window seat with a cup of tea and a book in your hand, and from that moment he's already smitten. Being the assertive man he is, John awkwardly introduces himself, stumbling his way into asking if he could join you. From that moment on, you're inseparable. Your introverted nature compliments and balances the chaos that is his best friend. He asks you to play the piano for him on especially stressful days and you try your best to get him to slow down every now and then. Your first kiss is when he shows up at your flat one day to see you covered in smears of paint from a new project. In the most smooth move he's ever made, he goes to wipe a stray swipe of pink from your cheek before softly grabbing your jaw and bringing your faces together. Your lips meet and the first thing he’s thinking about is when he gets to kiss you again.

( this is my first time doing a ship, I hope it’s what ya wanted! )

[kayrogers]

I’m doing Ships!

Wanna keep the creative juices flowing and start writing a little bit for characters and fandoms I have not reached into yet. So if you want a ship, send a fandom (I’ll be listing the ones I know in the tags) with a little introduction to yourself and I’ll see who you’d belong with!

Cheers,

Kay

#project power #teen wolf #marvel #tatbilb #avengers #sherlock #twilight #stranger things #umbrella academy #harry potter #if you want a specific era / trio in harry potter pls specify lol #hunger games #riverdale #caos #divergent #game of thrones #maze runner #ahs #the magicians #xmen

[kayrogers]

to all the girls i've loved before ][ p. parker

a tatbilb au

Paring(s): LJ!tom holland x PK!reader

Inspo: TATBILB cause Peter is a total soft boi and also I'm a slut for rom-coms

Word Count: 1500+

Warning(s): cursing and Peter being an awkward bean

Part: prologue | part 1 | part ??

A/N: andddd we back what’s popping y’all

You sat outside the Parker residence, well the apartment building he lived in, tapping your fingers against the steering wheel of your car. Butterflies filled your stomach as you made your game plan. You were definitely going to confront him that was for sure, but you weren’t sure how. Pull a usual [Y/n] and practically yell at the poor kid or try to be as calm as he usually was? The entire situation freaked you out. Especially how much you... actually liked the kiss?

Taking a large obnoxious breath, you stepped out of the Jeep and made your way into the building. The elevator ride up was filled with more nerves than you thought possible. Once reaching his floor, hoping your memory of his apartment was correct, you found his door.

You ringed your knuckles against the door, almost gasping when it opened immediately.

“[Y/n]?” Instead of finding the strange boy you expected, there stood May.

“Hi!” You have an awkward wave only to be pulled into a surprisingly strong embrace.

“Oh my gosh! Little [Y/n]! I haven’t seen you since you moved. Look at how pretty you got. And tall!” The brunette gushed and pulled away from you with a large smile.

You blushed at her compliments, bashfully shrugging as she quickly ushered you inside.

“What brings you here? Want me to make you a chocolate milk or something? I don’t have the farm-made you used to like, but I have Nesquik!” May excitedly babbled on while you took a look at the interior of the place you once knew like the back of your hand.

It felt a lot... emptier. Sure, Peter had lost his parents when he was young, but there was always May and Ben. Now there was just May. You remembered Ben’s funeral, how hard it must have been for Peter. He couldn’t look anyone in the eyes that day, he could barely even get through his eulogy. You wished that the two of you hadn’t grown so far apart that day so you could comfort him. But life had different plans.

“I uh actually need Peter, is he home?” She stopped rifling through her cabinets at your question.

“Oh? In that case he is at Gugino’s, down the block. Can I ask why? Sorry I’m just nosy and excited, you have to come back for dinner soon!” You paused at May’s question, knowing the truth would be way too embarrassing for Peter.

“We’re working on an independent chem project for extra credit. I didn't see him at all in school today, so I just want to get it started.” Double lie, good job [Y/n].

“Then I will stop holding you here! Have fun on your little study date!” May ushered you out of the apartment in the same frantic nature she possessed since you were little.

Though hearing the word ‘date’ made your eyes go wide.

“It’s not a-... date.” She closed the door before you could even finish your sentence.

Peter would definitely be hearing back about this.

You couldn’t dwell on May though, you had a mission. Confront Parker’s scrawny ass. The letter? One thing. Looked like he wrote it in the eighth grade, weird but whatever. Him jumping you in the middle of gym?? Totally different story.

Stubbornness took over and you didn’t even have the time to think about how soft his lips were and how chills went down your spine when his hand touched your waist. Nope none of it. Absolutely not.

The drive to Gugino’s was indeed just down the block and you are thankful to see Peter inside from your car window. As well as his bike barely locked into the bike stand out front. You shook your head, that shit was bound to get stolen.

Gugino’s was a small Italian diner which primarily focused on pizzas and deli sandwiches, the smell that greeted you on the inside was pure nostalgia. Though you didn’t have time to bask in old memories, you had questions which needed major answers.

You took it upon yourself to join the boy at his lone table, not so gracefully making yourself a seat with a “Sup Parker.”

He gasped while taking a sip of his soda, nearly making him choke. “O- oh! Hi [Y/n].” He meekly replied, and you could feel just how much he was already panicking.

Even when he looked like he wanted to run away from you he was cute. How did you never realize this? You shook your head to dispel the thought line before it could get any further. There was a time and place for deciding on how adorkable he is and it is not right now.

A waiter stopped by the table and patted Peter on the shoulder. He was an older Italian man, grays occupying what was left of his balding head. He had a warm face though.

“Oh.. and anything for your lady friend, Peter?” He smirked while Peter put his head in his hands.

“She’s not with-“

“I’ll take mozzarella sticks and do you have cherry coke?” You interrupted the boy with a smirk.

The man smiled, “coming right up, Sweetheart.”

The two of you sat in awkward silence for the next few seconds, yourself actually choosing to wait for him because you knew he would make it even more uncomfortable. Well, make himself uncomfortable, you felt fine.

“So... uh what brings you here?” You nearly giggle at his question, but pull yourself together to put on that nonchalant attitude he apparently doesn’t like about you.

“Who? Me? I’m just here for some fried cheese sticks. Though I guess while you’re around I’ll ask... what the hell was that today?? See normally when a girl rejects a guy over a love letter he wrote when he was 14, said guy takes the hint. No instead, you made out with me in front of the student body and ran away!” Peter’s face turns more and more pink as you ramble, and you hate how cute you find it.

“[Y/n] [Y/l/n]. I am not trying to date you, I’m so sorry about today.” He says and you two both pause when the waiter brings over your mozzarella sticks and soda.

“Okay well, here’s the thing. Your mouth is saying something... but your mouth was also saying something today? So forgive me if I’m a little confused.” You dunked a stick in marinara sauce with a cheeky grin.

He shook his head, “I only kissed you because I wanted to make someone else think I wasn’t in love with them.”

Well way to make a girl not feel special, Parker. Then again, at least it confirmed that he wasn’t obsessed with you. Still weird, though.

“Oh.. who?” Your confused frustration quickly disappeared, changing instead to a devious curiosity.

He shakes his head, lips pursing as if to say he wouldn’t be answering that question.

“You know... I could just tell the whole school that you wrote me-“

“Fine! It’s MJ. And you’re not the only one that got a letter okay, so get off your high horse.” This time you did actually giggle at his frustration, finding the boy to be very entertaining.

“Damn player. Isn’t she like one of your best friends, why don’t you just ask her out?” His jaw dropped and Peter rapidly shook his head.

“She was never supposed to read that letter! None of you were. I can’t- me and MJ are so close, I don’t want to scare her away by saying I’m in love with her. Though I guess I already crossed that bridge.” To be honest, you felt for the guy.

Sure the letter thing was a bit strange, but it was clearly something personal for him. Maybe a diary type medium, and it really seemed like he didn’t want anyone to read them. Even as a kid he had been that sweet, emotional type. Which was welcome in the small friend group the two of you used to occupy.

Flash was an ass. MJ was aloof, mysterious, and not even there half the time. Peter was quiet. You were wild. Ned was a dork. And Harry was somehow the playboy who always butted heads with you for the leadership position. Though that changed almost immediately after he transferred to his fancy rich boy school. And then you moved out to the nearby suburbs, with Flash as your boyfriend.

MJ and you felt out of touch too easily. And Peter and Ned became just a ‘hi’ in the hallway. Though, that was just the way time managed.

By the time he finished ranting, you had already finished your mozzarella sticks and soda.

“That’s rough, Parker. I’m sorry these got out, just from mine... seemed really personal. I’m sure you and MJ will be okay though.” You comforted him, placing a hand on his shoulder before standing up to take your trash out.

“Want me to give you a ride home? Least I can do after ambushing you.” You add and he has a small smile on his face before he nods.

The ride home is silent for the most part. Both of your minds are too occupied to speak. Yours fills with thoughts of the day after that kiss. All your friends mentioned how word got to Flash and just how pissed he got. You hoped he wouldn’t lash out on Peter, but part of you was happy that he was jealous. Not that he had any right to be considering he was the one that fucked it all up.

Then, it was as if you had been struck with a stroke of genius.

“What if we just let everyone think we’re dating?”

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sugar baby ][ r. drysdale

50 shades / CEO au

Paring(s): ceo!ransom x curator!reader 

Inspo: the embarrassing amount of ransom smut I've read

Word Count: 2300+

Warning(s): cursing, implied smut, unequal power-dynamic, mention of kinks, and ransom being the hot douche he is

Part: part 1 | part ??

A/N: imma be real with y’all I saw knives out in theaters like three times and I am absolute ransom trash, I apologize

It was already a shitty day.

By the time you had reached Thrombey Selects, you were on the verge of frustrated tears and you hadn’t even gone into your interview yet.

Your day started normal enough, you prepared for your interview and organized your portfolio about ten different times before you could run out the door. Coffee was a better option than actual food for breakfast as the thing really filling your stomach was anxiety. You had only gotten your masters recently and it was a miracle that you were given an interview at Thrombey Selects, only having pulled together minimal art galleries — most of which were done as part of getting your degree in the first place.

Then there was the subway. It felt like it took forever to get to the Lower East Side, especially being sat between two men with no concept of personal space and a snot-nosed two year old giving you a stink eye across the aisle. And to make matters worse you got a coffee spilled on your dress right as you walked off the train. The woman who spilled it actually had the audacity to scream at your face, and say it was your fault, like she wasn’t nose-deep in her phone. Luckily, you had left your apartment super early and you stopped at the nearest department store you could find. A too-expensive little black dress later and you were on your way to Thrombey Selects. And then it down poured and by the time you walked into the building, every inch of you was drenched in water.

You took a deep breath, approaching the receptionist with rain droplets falling from your hair and onto the floor. She looked up at you with an unimpressed gaze, stating that you’d be meeting with a Mr. Drysdale ‘whenever he felt like showing up’. You weren’t exactly sure what that meant but you took it as a chance to dry off.

Stepping away towards an empty hallway you were quick to work, taking up residence next to a decorative plant and ringing your hair out into the pot. Taking off your cardigan was the most work, the grey material sticking to your skin like glue. You undoubtedly looked like a madman, wrestling to get the knit off and finally slicking it onto the floor to reveal the tight little number you bought.

“Quite the weather, huh?” A deep male voice said from behind you.

You jumped and nearly tripped over your heels as you turned around to find the source. That source being a very gorgeous man with piercing blue eyes. He had a confident smirk and carved features, it was almost like he was created by a sculptor in Rome.

“Oh- oh my gosh! Sorry, I um yeah... kinda got caught in the rain.” You blush with a sigh, still taking in the stranger’s appearance.

He dressed sharp, yet casual. Adorning himself in a black turtleneck and pants, accompanied by a brown trench coat and Chelsea boots. The accessory on him which drew the most attention though was a large, flowery scarf. You suddenly felt very aware of the less glamorous state of your dress and reached for the cardigan you so ungraciously plopped on the floor.

“You’re [Y/n], right? [Y/n] [Y/l/n]?” He shamelessly looked you up and down while saying that, only making you blush more.

“How do you know my-“

“Because I’m interviewing you. The name is Hugh Ransom Drysdale, but you can just call me Ransom. The help call me Hugh.” His lips curled into a wide smirk and he shook your hand as it changed into a white-toothed grin.

‘The help’ stuck in your head for a moment and nearly made you frown. Any man who talked like that came from money, lots of money. And he clearly wasn’t the type to be polite about it.

“Let’s head up to my office, Honey.” And with that the two of you were on your way.

You could help but feel his eyes on you with every step you took, each click of your heels hitting the floors like a deafening clock. He opens a door to reveal a sleek, modern office room complete with a portrait of Harlan Thrombey on the back wall. You would recognize that face anywhere after reading his novels repeatedly, his picture always located in the back. He was the reason you applied here in the first place, he was passionate and creative. Any man like him would be expected to have a taste for the arts.

Ransom took his seat behind the desk and you sat in front of him gripping your portfolio tightly while he pulled out a Manila file.

“It’s interesting that grandad picked you for the interview... from the looks of it, you’re extremely under qualified compared to the rest of the staff.” Ransom immediately listed off in a twisted tone, dismissive and intrigued all at once.

You pulled a tight-lipped smile, “and yet, here I am.”

He looked up from the file, blue eyes shooting into your own holding intent you could not read. The smirk appeared on his face once more.

“Tell me about yourself, [Y/n]. I want a better understanding.” You suddenly felt small in that moment, you knew what he was actually telling you.

‘Show me why I should give a fuck about you.’

“Uh- well I’m a hard worker. I come from a low income family so I’ve been working since I was 14, in my mom’s diner. I still serve to keep up with rent, but that’s at a classier place no offense to my mom. Art has um always been my passion though... I’m sorry, am I doing this right?” You bit your lip, staring across to see Ransom sporting a sneaky smile you didn’t understand.

“How bout I help you along? Are you prepared for a lot of physical work? How much do you exercise a week? I know you may think being one of our curators is easy work, but I like to run things differently here.” That confuses you.

You know how curation works, hell it’s why you got your degree but the only physical thing you ever did was hang paintings on a wall.

“Uh- I mean I workout when I can but I’m pretty busy. I serve so I get a lot of time on my feet. But, I’m sure I can handle whatever you throw at me!” You answered honestly and watched as he quirked an eyebrow.

“I’m sure you can Miss [Y/l/n]. So... any significant others?” Warmth filled your face at his question.

“No I am single- sorry I just don’t understand what this has to do with being a curator.” You finish with a smile to hide how unsure you were.

Ransom just grins back, “oh that is because I am opting you for a better position. Higher up, better pay grade, and more personal work with me. Here take a look,” He reaches into his desk and pulls out a black file, tossing it to you.

Opening the folder shows you a contract that makes your eyes nearly bulge out of your head.

‘Sugar Baby’ is in bold at the top.

Reading through, you become flustered seeing the requirements and perks. The pay is definitely better, but is it worth the submissive role he intends you to play? Calling him ‘Sir’? Your cheeks burn as you keep flicking through, seeing all his kinks and desires written in ink. The particular emphasis on bondage and the sub/dom dynamic made heat pool between your legs. You run your thighs together in instinct, missing how his eyes light up at the response.

“You don’t have to give me an answer right now. In fact, my cell is on there, take a few days to look it over and text me. If not, I can still offer you that basic paid internship of a position.” His eyes were intense when they met yours, hiding the gears which were in overdrive behind their deep blue.

He was manipulating you and he wasn’t even shy about it. You were ashamed to think that you didn’t mind it. This was insane! Completely unethical and gross, but you found yourself considering the position all the same. Especially given the rut you found yourself in for quite a while now in the sex department. Graduating and entering your career didn’t leave much time for any sexual encounters, excluding your dominant hand.

“Yeah- uhm I’ll definitely have to get back to you. Not that I’m not interested-“ Your voice betrayed you, coming out quiet and almost naive.

“- it’s a lot. Sleep on it, Babe.” He stood up and you took that as your signal to leave which you were thankful for.

“Thank you, Mr- sorry.. Ransom.” You stood as well, closing the folder and holding it tightly in your hands.

You move to grab your sopping cardigan but he scoops it up before you can.

“I’ll have our dry cleaners handle this, don’t need a potential employee getting pneumonia today. Take my jacket, I’m sure I’ll be getting it back soon.” He matter-of-factly states and hands you his trench coat.

You sling it on, feeling small in the garment made for the clearly muscular man. Even in your heels he towered over you.

“Thank you.” There’s a small smile on your face and you head towards the door.

He walks behind you, his hand finding the small of your back as he opens the office door for you.

“Can’t wait to hear from you, Miss [Y/l/n].” Ransom’s voice is low and his breath fans on the back of your neck as you exit and the door clicks behind you.

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It was about 11 PM in your apartment as you sat on your bed thinking of perhaps the longest pro-con list you could with a glass of wine in hand.

You had been surfing on your laptop, gathering as much information as you could about Ransom Drysdale and the idea of being a ‘sugar baby’.

‘Pros: He’s gorgeous. We have a lot of the same kinks. It’s a lot more money than the internship. I’ll probably get some nice clothes out of this. I can stop waitressing. He’s really really hot. I have the opportunity to live my dream and work at my dream company, and get some good sex on the side.’ You thought, biting your lip and thinking too much about what he looked like without clothes on.

‘Cons: this is a very unprofessional proposition and definitely a little demeaning. He’s clearly a douche. The ‘help’ comment. I don’t know if he even is that good in bed. I don’t really know this man at all and now I’m basically signing a portion of my life to him. If he doesn’t think I’m good in bed, am I getting fucked over??’ You took a large gulp of wine, eyes focused on the computer screen in front of you.

Ransom’s crystalline eyes stared back at you through the screen, the picture from a Ralph Lauren photo shoot.

“Fuck, he’s a model too.” You muttered with a groan.

Of all the valid negatives that filled your mind, the heat pooling below your stomach at the thought of him taking control of you and your life felt much stronger. Were you a little messed up to even be considering this so heavily?? Fuck, probably.

But even so, the idea tantalized you in such a way that had you reaching for the folder to read through his demands once again.

You didn’t quite like the demands of you working out 4 times a week and completely overhauling your diet. Sure, you probably shouldn’t have been eating the amount of microwaveable and junk foods you usually did but that's none of his business! But perhaps these things could be amenable within the contract? You decided you wouldn’t take part unless they were.

But most importantly, you wouldn’t decide on anything without a good night’s sleep.

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The next morning you stared at the contract as though it were the most important thing you could sign in your life. A weight settled on your shoulders and you avoided the piece of paper for the rest of the morning. Instead you decided to run through your daily routine, taking a shower and getting dressed for the day. You made yourself a cup of coffee and stared at your small apartment with a slight frown.

Reality rushed through you as you realized the position you were in before this opportunity presented itself. You have tremendous debt from school, even with the scholarships you had received. The shoebox you lived in was already barely affordable while you practically worked yourself to death at the upscale bar-restaurant you were currently employed with. The idea that you could leave all this and live lavishly on the payroll of one of the wealthiest families in New York, was one which had been growing on you enormously.

Impulsively, you grabbed your phone and typed his phone number into your messages.

‘Hello, Mr. Drysdale. Or I guess I should say, Ransom.

This is [Y/n] [Y/l/n]. I have thought over your offer and though I have a few concerns with certain aspects of the contract... I would be glad to talk them over with you and get to an agreement we are both comfortable with. I am indeed interested in this position.

When would you like to go over the details?’

You typed out the message, writing in the most professional manner you could (despite the content of the proposal). Pressing the send button sent a series of sparks through your skin and up your spine, butterflies filling your stomach.

Within minutes though, there was a response.

‘Saturday night. Be ready at 7 PM sharp. I will send a car for you. Can’t wait ;)’

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accidental cinderella ][ t. holland

royalty au

Paring(s): prince!tom holland x reader ; platonic!harrison osterfield x reader

Inspo: cinderella cause a bitch LOVES fairy tale aus

Word Count: 2900+

Warning(s): cursing, lil bit of a cheese-fest, and haz being an absolute bean

Part: prologue | part 1 | part ??

A/N: first of all.. wow. thank you so much to everyone that read first part and actually wanted more, y’all are some saints. Second, I hope y’all are coping well in quarantine, stay healthy loves! also gifs above DO NOT belong to me, I found them on google.

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