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cindyyberman · 2 years

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CRYING SCREAMING LOVE THIS LOVE HER LOVE YOU

Rock Candy

Pairing: MJ x Reader

Synopsis: things get out of hand when you lie and say you have a crush on Peter to cover up for your crush on MJ

Masterlist

You had a strategy.

You knew MJ was a bit of a loner, so when you heard she was going to the party, you knew you had to be there. You wore your most politically charged shirt in hopes she would notice. That was the first part of your strategy. The second part was finding some way to be next to her. That way, you would be the one she looked at when she had something to say.

The plan went into motion when you walked into the party and saw her sitting by herself on a couch.

“Is this seat taken?” You asked nervously as you pointed to the couch.

“No. I was saving it for you actually.” MJ looked up at you as she moved the pillow from beside her. You looked at her curiously and felt butterflies flutter in your stomach.

“You were?” A smile tugged at your lips as you sat down beside her.

“Yeah. You’re kinda the only person here who seems cool enough to talk to.” She shrugged. You looked at her in almost disbelief before smiling on satisfaction.

“You’re cool too.” You said timidly. She gave you a brief smile before turning her attention back to the group. You continued to stare at MJ, in awe of how close you were too her. Normally, you just admired her from a distance, but now she was so close that your knees were touching.

“Um, I like your pants.” You said anything to keep the conversation going.

“Oh. Thanks.” She flexed her leg a little to look at her pants. You both knew she was just wearing a basic pair of jeans, but you just wanted to compliment her.

“They look really cool like that.” You continued. “How’d you do it?”

MJ chuckled and rested her leg on her knee. She unrolled the cuff of her jeans and then cuffed them again, showing you the simple way she did it.

“Oh. Right.” You smiled in embarrassment. You awkwardly pulled at your clothes to look busy, knowing you were blowing it with her. MJ noticed your expression and felt a little guilty.

“It looks easy, but it’s an art form.” She tried to joke. “Not everybody can cuff the way I do.”

You laughed at her unexpected display of her sense of humor, then laughed a little louder. You slapped your hand over your mouth when you realized how loud you were being.

“Sorry. That was super loud.”

“Don’t be sorry. It wasn’t even loud.” She waved her hand. “You have a nice laugh.”

“Thank you.” You smiled shyly. “So do you.”

“Have you heard me laugh?” She raised an eyebrow.

“No.” You realized. “I’m just assuming. Because you have a nice everything else.”

“Thanks.” She playfully nudged you. “Drink?”

“Uh, what is it?”

“Cherry coke.” She told you as she handed you her cup.

“Okay. Thanks.”

You noticed where her chapstick print was on the cup and purposely sipped from the area. It was the closest you could get to kissing her tonight, and it sent shivers down your spine.

“Mm. It’s good.” You said as you passed the cup back to her.

“You’ve never had cherry coke before?”

“No, I have.” You admitted. “It just tasted better for some reason. When it was, um. When it was in your cup.”

“You’re a little weirdo.” MJ chuckled as she took a sip of her drink. Your smile immediately fell, thinking you blew it with her.

“I like that about you.” She nudged you. “It’s cute. And I’m a little weirdo too.”

Your attention snapped back to her when you heard this, almost not believing your ears. She gave you a simple shrug as a smile tugged at her lips. You smiled back as you could hear your hear beating in your ears.

“What about you, Y/n?”

You tore your eyes away from MJ when you heard your name and noticed everyone was looking at you.

“What?” You asked asked.

“We’re talking about crushes.” Gwen told you. “Do you like any boys?”

Boys. The default.

Is there any special boy in your life? Do you have a boyfriend yet? Who’s the cutest boy in your class Who are you texting? A boy?

“Yeah.” You smiled tightly. “I really like…”

You trailed off as you raked your brain for a boy. Any boy. Any boy would do. Everyone was looking at you, including MJ, and you felt like there was no air in the room. You needed to name a boy you liked. You were supposed to have a boy that you liked. But the only name you wanted to say right now belonged to a girl.

But you didn’t. So you lied.

“Peter.” You blurted. “Peter Partridge.”

“It’s Parker.” Ned corrected you.

“Right. I knew that.” You lied. “I was just joking. I totally knew his last name. Because I have a crush on him. A big fat crush on him.”

You looked down at your hands and hoped they’d move on from you and talk about somebody else. You could feel MJ looking at you and wanted to disappear.

“What do you like about him?” Gwen continued.

“Um…” You pursed your lips and tried to think of something to say.

“He’s nice.” You decided. “He gave me a pencil once. And um, he usually gets the answer right when gets called on.”

“But do you think he’s cute?” Another girl asked.

“Yeah. Sure.” You shrugged. “He’s got awesome hair. And eyes. Such a pretty blue. God, they’re beautiful.”

“Peter’s eyes are brown.” Ned reminded you.

“Right. I knew that.” You lied. “Because I like him. A lot.”

The conversation moved away from you and you could finally breathe again. You kept your eyes on the ground for the rest of the party, missing the look of disappointment on MJ’s face.

The following Monday, you were walking through the school cafeteria when Gwen Stacy linked her arm through yours.

“So I heard from Mary Jane who heard from Felicia who heard from Ned that Peter is totally single.” She squealed as she squeezed your arm.

“Okay.” You furrowed your eyebrows, not sure why she was telling you this.

“That means you have a chance.” Gwen whined. “Come on. There’s a seat next to him. This is your chance to get him to notice you.”

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”

“Of course it is. Go!” She said and pushed you towards Peter’s lunch table. Ned, Peter, and MJ all looked up at you curiously as you stumbled towards them.

“Hey guys.” You smiled awkwardly. “Mind if I sit down?”

“Sure.” MJ smiled, making Peter and Ned look at each other in confusion at her unexpected enthusiasm. You returned the smile and sat next to MJ, across from Peter. You could smell MJ’s shampoo from where you were sitting and found it hard to focus on anything else.

“Hello Peter.” You nodded curtly.

“Hi.” He smiled tightly. You made brief eye contact and quickly looked away.

“Miranda Cosgrove was right.” Ned sighed. “Sparks do fly. It is like electricity.”

“Oh God.” You mumbled and hung your head in shame.

“So.” Peter began.

“So.” You nodded along.

“Um, Gwen told me what you said.”

“Did she? Wow! I’m so glad.” You said through a fake smile. MJ observed the interaction with curiosity, keeping most of her attention on you.

“So it’s true?” Peter asked. “You like me?”

“Yep.” You nodded ostentatiously. “Sure do. I really like you.”

“Oh, okay. Cool.” He smiled a little. “Would you like to go out on a date sometime?”

“Oh God no.” You said under your breath.

“What was that?” He asked.

“I said I would love to!” You threw on a fake smile. “But I really prefer a group setting. What if we all hang out? MJ and Ned and….MJ.”

“You said MJ twice.” Ned pointed out.

“I know what I said.” You hissed.

“There’s a carnival on my block.” MJ spoke up, making you all look at her.

“Um, they blocked the streets off this morning.” She continued in a soft voice. “It opens on Friday. We could do that.”

“That’s a great idea.” You smiled at her. “Thanks MJ.”

It really was a great idea. Carnivals were loud and left little room for conversation. Going on a date with Peter was the last thing you wanted to do, but at least MJ would be there.

You arrived at the carnival first and anxiously chewed your lips as you looked around. You spotted MJ walking towards you, carnival lights lighting up her curls like a fireworks. You broke into a smile and ran towards her.

“MJ! You came.” You grinned. “I mean, I knew you were coming. But I’m happy to see you.”

“Hey.” She smiled at you. “You look really nice.”

“Thank you.” You laughed nervously. “I like your jacket. It was smart to wear one. I’m already cold.”

“Thanks.” She said as she looked down at her jean jacket. “This thing is older than me. I borrowed it from my mom.”

You looked her up and down and noticed the pins on her jacket. She had a few Black Lives Matter pins next to a pin of the pride flag.

“I like your pin.” You said softly, voice weak with anxiety.

“Thanks.” She replied, looking at you and wondering what you meant by that.

“Hey guys.” Ned said as he and Peter walked up to you, interrupting your moment.

“Hi Y/n.” Peter awkwardly waved.

“Hi Peter.” You nodded and quickly looked away.

“Is there a ride you guys want to start with?” Ned asked the group.

“Can we do the swings?” Peter suggested.

“I like swings.” MJ shrugged.

“Me too.” You said, never taking your eyes off her. You walked as a group over to the swings, Peter and Ned in front while you and MJ hung back. You made light conversation with her on line, entirely forgetting that you were meant to be on a date with Peter.

“Peter, come sit with me!” Ned called once you got on the ride. Peter looked at you as if to ask for pets mission.

“Go with Ned.” You waved your hand. “I’ll be fine.”

He gave you an appreciative smile and went to sit with Ned. You looked around until you found where MJ had sat.

“Is this seat taken?” You asked as you pointed to the seat beside hers.

“Your date ditched you, huh?” She chuckled as you sat down and buckled yourself in.

“I think I might be third wheeling.” You said as you pointed to Ned and Peter, who were rocking eat others seats before the ride started.

“Yeah. Just a little.” She pinched her fingers together. “You’re the fourth wheel actually. I usually third wheel them pretty hard.”

“I’m just glad I’m in a set of wheels with you. You said, immediately regretting it. “Sorry. I’m really bad at this.”

“At what?” She chuckled.

“Talking.”

“You’re not so bad.” She nudged you. “I like the way you talk.”

You gave her shy smile just as the ride started. You and MJ slid into each other as the ride slid around. You giggled and gripped the bars keeping you in your seats to keep from sliding around. She accidentally put her hand on top of yours when she was trying to grab the bar, but purposefully left it there. When the ride ended, you and MJ giggled and fixed each other’s hair as you met back up with Peter and Ned.

“That was fun.” Peter said. “What should we do-“

“Bumper cars!” Ned exclaimed and pulled Peter towards the cars. You and MJ exchanged a look before she grabbed your n’s and pulled you towards the bumper cars. You and MJ spent the entire ride chasing and bumping into each other.

When you got off and started walking towards the other rides, you shivered and rubbed your arms. You suddenly felt something being draped on your shoulders. You looked up to see MJ wrapped her jacket around you.

“You looked like you needed it.” She said as she rubbed your arms to warm you up. You smiled and tugged her jacket tighter around yourself, discreetly inhaling her scent.

“Won’t you be cold?” You worried.

“I’ll be fine. I have long sleeves on.” She told you without taking her arms from around you.

“Guys look!” Ned shouted, interrupting the moment.

“What is this?” MJ snorted as she looked up at the ancient ride with tacky airbrushed paintings of couples and hearts on the side.

“It’s the tunnel of love.” Peter explained. “It’s for couples and old people.”

“Peter, you should take Y/n in there and make out.” Ned said at full volume as he leaned in closer to Peter. Your heart dropped and you felt nauseous at the thought of it. MJ looked at you to see your reaction and wondered why you looked like you had seen a ghost.

“Sorry.” Peter said to you. “He forgets that leaning closer to someone doesn’t count as whispering.”

“It’s okay.” You laughed nervously. “But uh, we shouldn’t go in. I mean, I don’t want to leave you guys out here all alone.”

“We’ll be okay.” Ned shrugged. “Right MJ?”

“Yeah.” MJ smiled sadly. “Sure.”

You wanted to die as you stared at the ride, already hearing the cheesy music playing inside.

“After you.” Peter awkwardly gestured to the ride.

“Thanks.” You said weakly and walked up the steps. You sat in the hot pink cart in silence until the ride started. You slowly rode through a tunnel of poorly painted daisies, looking anywhere but Peter.

“We don’t actually have to make out.” Peter said to break the silence.

“Thank god.” You sighed in relief, making a Peter look at you.

“No offense!” You quickly followed up. “I just don’t want to do that at all.”

“No offense taken.” He chuckled and gave you a strange look. You rubbed your face with your hands before turning to Peter.

“I’m sorry. Look, Peter, I-“

“I know you don’t actually like me.” He cut you off with a sympathetic smile.

“Wait, really? How do you know?”

“My aunt does a lot of volunteer work.” He began. “She moderates the youth group on 5th Ave every now and then.”

You looked at him in confusion, not following along with his explanation.

“The gay youth group.” He said after a minute. Your eyes widened as your heart began to race.

“Oh my God.” You panicked. “She saw me there? And she told you?”

“Yeah. She recognized you from a class photo or something. She told me thinking you were already out. She didn’t know that I didn’t know.” He explained, sounded apologetic.

“I swear I only went there because I was curious.” You said quickly. “I don’t even know what I am or what I like but I saw the poster for the group so I wanted to go because I have all these questions and -“

“Hey hey hey. It’s okay.” He assured you. “You don’t have to explain anything to me. I’m not gonna tell anyone.”

“You’re not?” You panted as you caught your breath.

“Why would I do that?”

“I don’t know. Some people would. I’m not ready for people to know yet.”

“That’s okay.” He shrugged. “And you know, MJ is gay too.”

“What? She is?” You asked hopefully. “I mean I saw her pin but I thought she was just an ally or something.”

“No, she’s a lesbian. She’s pretty open about it.”

You couldn’t help the smile that broke out on your face. Her being gay meant you actually had a chance. Your joy immediately melted into fear when you realized you would actually have to act on your feelings now.

“Why are you telling me this?” You asked him. “I’m supposed to be on a date with you.”

“I’m telling you because if you maybe said my name at the party because you didn’t want to say hers, I thought you should know you have a shot. When she told me that you complimented her pants at the party, she actually smiled. I have never seen her smile before.”

“Really?” You smiled softly.

“Really.” He nodded. “And she’s looked happy all night with you. So if you maybe want to tell anyone else your secret, I think it should be MJ.”

“Thanks, Peter. I really appreciate it.” You squeezed his hand in appreciation and spent the rest of the ride in silence.

When you got off the ride, you saw Ned by a dunk tank with MJ nowhere to be found.

“Where’s MJ?” You asked when you walked up to Ned.

“I don’t know. I’ve been trying to dunk this guy for a while.” Ned replied as he threw another bean bag at the target, missing by a mile.

“I’ll go find her.” You said before running off. It didn’t take long before you spotted her on line for the Ferris wheel.

“Hey.” You said as you approached her.

“Hey.” She smiled weakly at you. She looked like she was upset and you wondered if it had anything to do with you going on that ride with Peter.

“Do you want to go on?” You pointed to the Ferris wheel. “Together?”

“Yeah.” Her smile grew. “I do.”

You got into a cart on the Ferris wheel and sat close to each other. You went up for a while and stopped, your view looking out over the entire carnival.

“So how was the Love Tunnel?” MJ asked, sounding uninterested.

“Long and awkward.” You admitted.

“Why? Did he ask you on another date or something?”

“No. He does not like me like that.”

“Then he’s an idiot.” MJ stated. “Because I think you’re beautiful. He’s lucky you ever looked his way.”

You felt your face heat up at her compliment and pressed a cold palm to your cheek to cool yourself down. She noticed the effect she had on you and smirked.

“Thanks for saying that.” You smiled at him. “But I’m okay. I didn’t even like him like that. I just picked him.”

“Picked him?”

“I don’t know.” You sighed. “Do you ever pick a boy to have a crush on?”

“I used to. In like middle school and stuff. Do you still do that?” She asked quietly.

“Yeah.” You admitted. “Just so I can have an answer when girls ask me who I like.”

“You don’t normally have an answer?” MJ asked. You looked at her for a long time, the words you wanted to say on the tip of your tongue. MJ’s face showed an understanding that gave you the courage you needed.

“I don’t normally have a crush on boys.” You laughed shyly and quickly looked up. You suddenly felt her pinky touch yours, sending a spark of electricity through your body. You looked down at your hands just as she was rested her pinky on top of yours.

It wasn’t much. Just a small, innocent gesture. You weren’t even holding hands. But the touch of another girl was enough to silence all the confusion that had been clouding your brain.

“I only went on this date to see you.” You admitted without meeting her gaze.

“I figured that out pretty quickly. You’ve spent more time with me than him all night.”

“It’s not his fault. He’s just…”

“A boy?” MJ asked when you trailed off.

“That’s not what I was gonna say.”

“What were you gonna say?” She wondered.

“He’s just not you.” You said as you slowly looked up at her. MJ’s eyes darted from your eyes to you lips and before you knew it, she was kissing you. She pushed your hair back with her hands as she held your face close to hers. Once you got over your initial shock, you kissed her back as the Ferris wheel started up again.

“You taste like rock candy.” You giggled against her lips.

“You taste fucking delicious.” She kissed you again as the Ferris wheel came to another stop. “And look, I know you’re still figuring yourself. You don’t have to label us or yourself or anything. We can take our time.”

Before you could respond, she leaned in for another long and slow kiss. The kind of kiss that left your lips tingling afterward.

“I know how to go slow.” She whispered against your mouth.

“Or, you know.” You gulped. “We could go a little fast.”

MJ smirked and wrapped an arm around your shoulders as the Ferris wheel started moving again.

“Whatever you say, pretty girl.”

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cindyyberman · 2 years

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New, though niche dream: Starkid and Dimension 20 collab on a Fantasy High musical. Seriously, I think only Starkid could properly pull it off. I have very detailed thoughts on this if anyone’s interested!

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sad tune for ur friday night. | peter parker

synopsis ── you’re just a stop on the way to his soulmate. you see your future in his eyes but you know that when he’s with you, he’s only killing time. ♡

── peter parker x fem!stark!reader genre ── angst word count ── 1k

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warnings ── sorry i've been so ia besties but i've been working really hard to get this out for you so i hope you like it :))) and thank you for the love that more got i appreciate you all so so so much ♡

It's okay, I know my place

I know I'm a stop on the way

To your soulmate

There was a deep fear inside of you. It never wavered, never dipped, never ebbed or flowed. It stayed within, rock solid and unmovable. Some days you didn’t notice it, others it was impossible not to, but it was always there, just like your love for him.

The day he’d asked you out was the best day of your life. You’d come home, positively giddy and giggling like a little girl. Your dad had given you a questioning look, but figured if you wanted to tell him you would. You were close with Tony, but he understood that you were an adult now, you needed privacy.

In the nine months you’d been together, you’d only gotten happier. He was everything to you, your relationship relying on honesty and communication to thrive. Your fear was that one day it would all be over. You dreaded it more than you’d ever told him, but you were okay. Honesty and communication.

Which is why it hurt so much when Peter started lying to you.

You could pinpoint the exact day it happened. It was an unspoken shift in your relationship, you’d been together long enough that people would expect it to be serious. And it was, to you at least. But Peter never got out of the casual dating phase.

You made arrangements for dates, it was never just cozy movie nights or going shopping for stuff together, or having dinner with your dad. Of course, he’d had dinner with your dad before, but never just the three of you.

You’d told your dad about your relationship and after threatening Peter with the absence of his suit, he revealed he was incredibly happy for you. Peter was a good kid, and Tony knew he’d take care of you.

But he didn’t really. Of course, he’d spent the night before, and you would wake up and lie in bed with him for a while, talking about nothing and everything, but then he would go to his lecture, and you would go to yours and suddenly you wouldn’t see him for a day or two, not even a text exchanged before he was calling you asking you to dinner.

Peter was everything to you, but for him, you were just a relationship he knew would be a past experience. That one day he would meet his soulmate and think, “I love this person more than I’ve ever loved anyone else,”

When you looked at Peter, you saw everything. A nice house, not too big, in the suburbs. A kid or two, Peter waiting for you at the end of the aisle, ready to commit to you for the rest of his life.

When you looked at Peter it reminded you that you would never have that, at least not with him. It was okay. You didn’t mind.

You probably would, when the two of you inevitably broke up. You would cry and scream into your pillow and stop sleeping and reroute your entire life to avoid places that you used to go out together. You would have to make a new life plan, one that didn’t involve Peter.

But for now, you were just glad that he was in your life plan. You knew what you and Peter had wouldn’t last forever, no matter how much you wanted it to. One day he would decide it had gone on long enough and end things and you would nod and say “I agree, this is for the best.”

You were simply someone to spend time with, someone to talk about in passing like “Yeah, I had an ex-girlfriend who liked that movie, but I never got around to watching it.”

You were meant to be doing homework, but you’d been scribbling random words in your notebook. You wanted to be alone, your thoughts not being kind to you. There was a soft knock on your door and after you’d given the okay, Peter came in. “Hey,”

“Hi,” you pushed your chair out. You had an office, one that was specifically designed with your personal tastes to increase productivity and decrease stress, but on nights like that you preferred doing work in your room so you could flop straight into bed when you were finished. “How was your day?”

“Good,” he smiled awkwardly and cleared his throat. “I’m here cause I needed to talk to you,”

There it was. You knew it was coming, you were so prepared you thought maybe it wouldn’t hurt but it did. It hurt so much.

“Sure,” you pulled your mouth into a smile, standing up.

“I want you to know that I think you’re amazing,” Peter started off. He did. You were incredible. You were the best girl he’d ever been with, smart and funny and so passionate about what you loved. But you’d never expressed that passion around him.

Peter loved you so much, he always had, even before he’d asked you out. He’d been so excited when you said yes to a date with him, rushing home to ask May how exactly to charm a girl like you, who had everything she could ever want.

But he’d noticed how you pulled away, noticed how you never seemed to be interested in making things serious. You didn’t want your relationship to advance, perfectly happy staying stagnant, and, for a while, he’d been okay with that too.

But every time he saw you, he couldn’t help but think of all those big scary things you didn’t seem interested in, from where you would buy a house once you graduated college, how he would propose to you, what school the two of you would send your goddamn kids to. He wanted that so badly it hurt.

It hurt so much that he couldn’t do it anymore. He wanted to be selfish, and keep you with him forever, but he knew that he wasn’t what you wanted, and that you deserved the world.

You followed your rules. Nod. Smile. Carefully crafted sentences flowing out of your mouth purely on muscle memory. Peter left and you regained control of your body for a split second before sinking to the floor and letting out a sob.

What was it that you’d agreed on? Crying? Screaming into your pillow? Not sleeping?

At least you’d gotten that bit right.

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cindyyberman · 2 years

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hey guys im closing requests. i've got some stuff going on and i haven't been up to writing. if you've already requested something, then i'll get to it soon i swear but please don't submit anything else.

love y'all <3333333333333

#rosie's rambles

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cindyyberman · 2 years

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i love tom with my whole ass heart but

#tommy #tomothy

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more. | peter parker

synopsis ── no matter how well peter thinks he knows you, you're apparently determined to prove him wrong. ♡

── peter parker x fem!stark!reader

genre ── fluff

word count ── 2k

note ── i've been waiting for this series for so long!! i'm really happy with how it's going so far. i'm going through a major account overhall on everything on my account. my fics are gonna be longer and i finally found a theme i guess, so i hope you like this different kind of style. i hope you enjoy this first part of the series :)

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warnings ── food and eating ; i'm really bad at editing cause my attention span is like 1 second long but i think i caught all the typos?? if not then i'm sorry

I am more

Than I could ever show

I am more

Than the girl you think you know

Privacy was not something you were rewarded with as a child. Despite Tony’s best efforts at preventing it, the media would have a field day whenever you did anything. The photos from across the street, the articles speculating on your love life, the questions directed towards you during press conferences, they never bothered you much. They did at the beginning, but then once you saw a newspaper article claiming that you were Natasha’s daughter and she’d abandoned you because of your lack of combat skills, you’d learned not to care.

What mainly annoyed you was when the reporters acted like they knew you. They knew the details you and Tony had carefully selected that they were allowed to know. They knew what you were planning on majoring in, what your favorite color was, that you went on early morning jogs on the weekends. They didn’t know you, and you weren’t planning on letting them any time soon.

Someone that did know you fairly well was Peter, your boyfriend. He met you in Germany, you weren’t in combat but you were there to help. You’d been on the plane when he got there, moving your feet to give him a place to sit. He’d never been on a plane before, especially after what had happened to his parents. He’d expected to be nervous and anxious the whole time, but you had shared one of your earbuds with him and let him read your book (a textbook on biofouling) which didn’t interest him, but it gave him something to focus on. Not the book, that wasn’t what interested him, he understood nothing, but you did.

Of course, being raised by Tony, you had a penchant for robotics and physics, but environmental science was where your passions rested. You were working with your dad in the lab on making his tech more environmentally sustainable. Tony had homeschooled you until you met Peter, and you could have had at least one PhD by the time you were fifteen, but you’d surprised him. You wanted to go to high school.

You’d already been over all of the material, and your dad had argued about the security risks, and it seemed to be a closed subject until you met your boyfriend. Peter was the same age as you, he went to a science high school, and he was more than capable of protecting you if something went down. So, after swearing Peter to basically be your bodyguard, you were allowed to attend Midtown with him.

The two of you had grown much closer in the time you were there, he was your best friend, your partner in crime and, recently you noted, your first love.

Tony was pissed at first, kicking Peter out of the tower, and taking his suit away, but you calmed him down. You were his only daughter, his little girl and he just wanted you to be happy, and Tony could see that Peter made you happy.

You loved going to school. You got to spend more time with Peter, you met his friends, you and MJ bonding immediately. You sat down next to her at lunch, automatically swapping half of your sandwich for half of her fries. The two of you started talking about a book you’d both read when Peter and Ned sat down. “What are you guys talking about?” Peter kissed your cheek.

“The Art of Human Bondage,” MJ replied simply. Watching as the boys exchanged wary looks.

“What?” Peter asked you.

“The book MJ got me to read?” you said. “The one I haven’t shut up about?” you were trying to jog his memory. When he didn’t remember, you rolled your eyes, not really annoyed. “Damn, Parker. You don’t listen to a single thing I say, do you?”

Ned let out an ‘ooooooh.’ “Do you not know your girlfriend at all?” Peter looked at you, alarmed.

“Wait, no, no,” he rushed out. “I know you so well,” you laughed. You really didn’t care, just wanting to mess with him. “I know that your favorite movie is Spy Kids, and you watch it when you’re sad about things related to your work specifically. General sadness is when you break out The Parent Trap, because you don’t want to taint Spy Kids with sad memories and all the tech helps give you ideas. I know everyone, including your dad, thinks you’re allergic to carrots after you faked an allergy attack with a chemical you engineered when you were only seven years old, but in reality you just hate them, and I know that you’re coming over to my place after school to help me study for my calc quiz,” he looked over at you triumphantly.

“Yes, dear, you know me very well,” you squeezed his hand. “And yes, I will be at your place at four-thirty,”

“Why then?” he asked. “You can do any homework at my place if you want?”

“No, I have cheerleading tryouts this afternoon,”

Ned and Peter went quiet, the only person not surprised was MJ. “You have what?” Ned asked hesitantly, not wanting to upset you.

“Cheer tryouts,” you said, like it was obvious. You’d always wanted to try it, the teamwork aspect drawing you in along with the physical component. If you had something to do after school that was giving you physical activity, it would give you an excuse to skip training. You loved that your dad didn’t treat you like you were made of glass, letting you train with Nat, Steve or Bucky, but Friday training sucked. It was the most intense of the week, and you were exhausted from the week.

“You want to be a cheerleader?” Peter spoke up.

“What?” you scoffed, putting the fry in your hand down. “You think that because I’m smart, I can’t be a cheerleader?” They both took a second too long to answer before you stood up. "I've been training with Nat since I was like ten. Just because I don't go out in combat with the other Avengers doesn't mean it's because I can't,"

It was a stereotype you were a little sick of. You could be smart and pretty, and you had hoped Peter would be a little bit more supportive of you. It hurt a bit, not that you'd admit it. You didn't need his approval to do anything, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't at least want it.

"I think I'm finished with lunch," you said, standing up. Peter looked up at you, alarmed. You were leaving. You wouldn't be leaving if you weren't mad, he'd upset you. He was about to rush out an apology when you spoke up. "Coming, M?"

MJ nodded, leaving her lunch tray on the table. She knew Ned or Peter would dump it, and she was annoyed with them on your behalf.

You both had algebra after lunch, so you figured you could kill some time out by the bleachers, you still had nearly half an hour before your class. You were laying on a seat, head in MJ's lap while she drew something. "Am I overreacting?"

"No," MJ spoke without hesitation. You were her best friend, and she was yours, the only person she would ever allow so close to her, both physically and emotionally. "You're allowed to be upset, but Peter also didn't mean it,"

"I know," you said. "I just feel like everyone sees me as this delicate little flower who can't even do a sit-up," you said. It was true, despite the fact that your dad made sure you were trained by the best from a young age, he still didn't think you were capable of taking care of yourself, shown by the way that he literally made Peter promise to take care of you.

"Well, I know you're badass," she offered. "If Peter doesn't, I'll date you," you smiled up at her.

"I'll have to pass," you said as the bell rang. You groaned as you got up and she smirked.

"I thought you could do a situp," you flipped her off and she showed you her drawing, it was you in a Midtown cheerleading uniform, surrounded by a pile of dead bodies. You giggled. "Some of my best work,"

MJ gave you a friendly punch on the shoulder. "You'll do great this afternoon," you smiled at her, squeezing her arm as the two of you walked to your next class.

You had English last period with Peter and as he sat down you didn’t acknowledge him. “Darling?” he asked quietly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”

“Peter, I know you didn’t mean it like that but it still hurt,” you said quietly. “You know, I have so many people out there thinking they know what I can and can’t do, and I just thought that, considering you know that, you’d be a little more supportive,”

“I know, I know,” he said, earnestly. He really hadn’t meant what happened at lunch and he’d felt awful about it the entire time. “I’m sorry. I never meant to make it seem like you couldn’t do anything. I’m so sorry,”

He took your hand and squeezed it for a moment, but when your teacher walked in, you slipped it out of his grasp, leaving him staring at the spot on the desk your hands had rested for the rest of the lesson.

After school, you went to tryouts and you aced them. Of course, you lived with the Avengers, and they never went easy on you. Your negative feelings towards Peter went away when the coach announced who got on the team, your name being one of the few. You ended up walking to Peter’s apartment rather than calling Happy, still bursting with energy when you got there. “I made the team!” you said as you burst through his bedroom door.

Peter dropped his book, startled, but rushed off his bed to hug you, spinning you around. “I am so so proud of you,” he said, squeezing you. “I knew you could do it,” he pulled away, suddenly scared again. “You know that I always knew that right? I never thought you couldn’t do it, I guess I was just surprised that you wanted to, which I know, is dumb. I guess I don’t know you as well as I thought I did,”

You placed a gentle kiss on his lips, smiling widely, “I know, Pete. I know you knew. And it’s okay. You still know me better than anyone else does,”

You sat down on the bed beside him, Peter pulling you in for another hug. “I really am super happy for you, darling,” he said into your shoulder. “I can’t believe I’m dating a cheerleader,”

“Now I know why you’re dating me,” you joked. “That’s cold, Parker,”

“Well, Stark,” he said, poking you in the sides. “How do I know you’re not just dating me cause I’m Spider-Man?”

“You’re Spider-Man?” you asked, mock surprise filling your voice. “You kept that from me this whole time?”

“I guess you don’t know me at all,” he smiled and kissed you. “I love you,”

“I love you too, Spider-Man,” Peter huffed and went to stand up, but you pulled him back by the sleeves, bringing him into another kiss. “I love you, Peter Parker,”

“Hey,” May appeared in the doorway. “I stopped by that new bakery on my way home, got this really nice looking carrot cake. You guys want any?”

“No, thanks, May,” Peter shook his head. “She’s allergic,”

“Oh,” May looked over at you, surprised. “I didn’t know that,” you could feel Peter’s teasing gaze on you as you answered.

“Not many people do,” you shrugged. “It’s alright, though. I should be getting home,”

Peter walked you to the door, knowing Happy would be there soon to pick you up. “See? I know you better than anyone else,” he said, a smug smile on his face. “You know what else I know?”

“What, Peter?” You asked, a smile sneaking onto your lips.

Peter pressed his lips to yours, wrapping his arms around your waist. Your hands went around his neck as he held you for a moment, before pulling away breathless. “You impress me more and more every day,”

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Hi! Would you be able to write a James Potter x reader only 1 bed au with the fluff prompt number 24? That would be so cool! Thank you :)

kind of in love. | james potter

synopsis ── who knew remus and sirius almost breaking up would push you and james together? ♡

── james potter x fem!reader genre ── fluff word count ── 2.2k note ── james and reader have graduated hogwarts and are around 18/19 also remus and sirius are together in this and if anyone has a problem with that then my account is not for you :)

request ── hi! would you be able to write a james potter x reader only 1 bed au with the fluff prompt number 24? that would be so cool! thank you :) ♡

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prompts ── 24. “guess we’re stuck here for the night,” “don’t act like you’re not enjoying this,”

Remus was the best friend you could ever ask for and you wish you’d never met him. The two of you had bonded in your fourth year and, while he loved his fellow marauders, you were someone who he could talk to without being made fun of, considering there was a heavy amount of playful banter that went on between the four boys. The two of you had found a flat together right out of Hogwarts and you’d loved living with him.

You were both pretty clean people, keeping the mess contained to your bedrooms. Remus could cook, you couldn’t, so you did the dishes after dinner, and you had a good group of mutual friends, so noise was never really a problem.

One of those mutual friends was James Potter. You’d liked him for a while now, but had accepted it was just something that wasn’t meant to be. He was over at your place helping you set up a new shelf set in your bedroom, you’d promised to help him study for his upcoming auror exam in exchange. You could have done it yourself, but James was taller and also you were both bored, wanting an excuse to spend time with the other.

“All done,” James sat down on your bed beside you as he finished. “Why didn’t we just use magic, again?”

You snorted. “Yeah, cause that worked out so well last time,” the last time you’d tried to assemble furniture with magic, James had somehow blown the whole thing up. “I thought you were the charms guy,” he sent you a questioning look. “You know, the guy who’s good at charms,”

“Oh,” he nodded his head in understanding. “I thought you meant cause I was devastatingly charming,”

You shoved him and he rolled off the bed, landing with a grunt on the floor. “Are you hungry?” he asked suddenly. “I just realised how hungry I am,”

“Yeah, I can grab us some food,” you reached for the handle of your bedroom door when you were interrupted by the sound of the front door slamming and raised voices. “Is that Sirius?”

James crawled along the floor and pressed his ear to the door, still on his knees. “Yeah, this sounds like Sirius and Remus,” he strained. “I can’t hear what they’re saying though,”

“Do we… go out there?” you asked awkwardly.

There was a particularly loud shout and a bang, and you both sprung away from the door. “Nope,” James said, standing up properly. “I think that would be a very very bad idea,”

“Great,” you fell backwards onto your bed with a groan. “I’m starving,”

“Same,” James said. “Well, I guess we can study for my exam then, or we can just hang out,”

“No,” you shook your head. “If you wanna study we can study, thank you for the shelves,”

James nodded and looked around. “I may or may not have left my wand in the living room,”

You sighed. “Awesome. What have I got in here that we can do?” you didn’t have much in your room. Just clothes and some stuff you were working on. You were training to work at the department of magical cooperation, and there was a practical test you needed to take in order for you to become fully qualified. “Nothing, I’m boring,”

“Well, there’s a bed,” he sniggered and you shoved him away again, your heart fluttering. This really wasn’t helping you get over your crush. “We can study for your exam?”

“God, what happened to you?” you asked, propping yourself on your elbow to look at him, sprawled out along the floor. His hair was messy, as usual, and you wanted to run your fingers through it. “If you said that a year ago I would have died from shock,”

“I know,” he groaned. “I’m boring now,” he looked up at you over the top of his glasses. You were just in some black track pants and one of Remus’s sweaters. If the werewolf boy wasn’t gay he would have thought he was in love with you. You and Remus did love each other, with the other three boys thinking you were dating before he came out. It had been a huge relief to James when Remus had told him. He'd spent two years feeling like the worst friend in existence for being in love with you.

You glanced behind you at the clock on your nightstand, it was already nine, Remus and Sirius had been fighting for two hours. “How the hell does an argument last two hours?” James sighed. “I’m going to die of starvation,”

You moved over and patted the spot on the bed next to you. “I guess we’re stuck here for the night,” you said to him as he climbed in next to you, the two of you laying there side by side.

“Don’t act like you’re not enjoying this,” James poked you. “This was your plan the whole time, wasn’t it. “Oh, James, can you help me with some shelves?” Bam, I’m in your bed,”

“Okay,” you shrugged. “Sleep on the floor then,”

“Please can I sleep here with you,” James said quickly, making you laugh. You could hear Sirius and Remus talking softly and he spoke up again. “They’re gonna be okay, right?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Rem loves Sirius, Sirius loves Rem, they’ll be okay,” you moved to slip under the blankets. “I’m freezing,”

“Really?” James looked over at you. “I’m hot,” he pulled his hoodie over his head before getting under the blankets with you. “You know I thought you were in love with Remus for the longest time,”

You rolled onto your side, looking over at him. He stayed on his back, stubbornly not meeting your gaze. “Really?” He nodded. “No, I never,”

“It made me feel like a scumbag,” he admitted softly. “Pining after my best mate’s girlfriend,”

There was silence for a few minutes, wondering if you’d fallen asleep without realising, slipping into a dream. You spoke up. “What?”

James got out of the bed, running his hands through his hair. “I’m sorry, I never meant to say that. It’s just you smelled so nice and you’re so amazing it just slipped out, and now we’re gonna be trapped here until morning and you’re uncomfortable with the fact that I’m sort of in love with you and-”

“James,” you shushed him. “It’s okay. We’re okay. I’m not uncomfortable,” you gave him a small smile and held your hand out. James hesitantly took it, climbing back into bed with you. You squeezed his hand, watching as he took in a breath that he never let out. “It’s alright,”

He sighed. “I’m sorry,” he said once more. “It’s just, if you hate me, and Remus and Sirius break up, then it’s going to be you and Remus and me and Sirius, two separate groups and you guys are all my best friends and I don’t think I can go a single day without seeing you without going completely insane,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “Because I meant it, I’m sort of in love with you,”

“Really? Or are you just saying that so you have an excuse to drag Sirius here as some sort of plot to get them back together,” there were tears shining in your eyes, but they weren’t going to fall. James shook his head. “Are you a hundred percent sure you’re in love with me, because if I kiss you and you decide you’re not I think I might actually die,”

“So dramatic,” James laughed as he leaned forward, kissing you softly. You’d kissed boys before, and James had kissed girls, but it had never felt like that before. Your mouth opened automatically, and you felt his hands come up to rest on your sides. You finally got to delve your hands into his soft curls, him letting out a little noise as you pulled on them.

“Just to be clear,” he pulled away, voice breathy. “This means you’re kind of in love with me too?”

“Yes, James,” you said. “I am kind of in love with you,” He kissed you again and again and again, peppering your cheeks and forehead with them.

You smiled against his lips. “Say it again,” he whispered, and you did. You said it over and over while he punctuated the phrase with another soft kiss. “I will never get tired of hearing you say that,”

Your hands pressed against the white T-shirt covering his stomach, James was fairly fit from five years of Quidditch, but he was a seeker, not a beater, and so he was more wiry than muscular. He tensed at the feelings of your hands, you pulling away to giggle. “Do I make you nervous, Potter?”

“Sod off,” he mumbled.

“Potter?” you continued, pulling away and sitting up. “Do you like me?”

“I just had my tongue down your throat and you ask me if I like you,” he scoffed, a grin on his face. “Any idiot could see that I do,”

“I didn’t,” you pointed out.

“You, my love,” James said affectionately, pulling you into his chest so he could press a kiss to your hairline. “Are an idiot,”

“I’ve never set fire to a bookcase,” you pointed out, relaxing as he held you.

“You’ll get there one day,” he said. “Don’t worry. There’s still time,” you hummed in agreement, letting out a yawn. “Go to sleep, hopefully they’re done by the time we wake up, I have work at nine,”

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Thankfully, they were done by the time you guys woke up. Remus and Sirius had talked out their argument and agreed to make the changes they needed in their relationship, Remus eventually wondering where you were (at three in the morning, over eight hours after you were due home, but you didn’t care, not at all). They ventured into your room to find you passed out on top of James, one arm over your back to keep you steady against him, the other hanging off your bed.

Sirius smirked at his best friend, not knowing whether he’d confessed his obvious feelings or if the two of you had fallen asleep and moved unconsciously. Either way, he had something to make fun of James for.

Remus smiled softly. He did love you, and he was glad you and James had been brought closer by this, even if it was just for that night. He pulled his boyfriend away and the two of them went to his room.

James’s leg in between yours was the first thing you were aware of once you stirred, shuffling awkwardly to become more comfortable. James let out a noise. “Don’t go please,”

“James, I have work in an hour, and you need to get up,” you said, voice croaky from sleep. “Don’t you have work at nine? It’s already seven,”

He groaned and stretched, hair even more askew than usual and eyes heavy with sleep. He fumbled around on your nightstand for his glasses, putting them on his nose as he yawned. Once you’d come into focus, he bit his lip, trying not to smile.

“What are you smiling about, sap?” you asked him as you got out of the bed, stumbling slightly as you gained your bearings.

“I love you,” he said, and even if you weren’t looking at him, you would have known he was smiling, the pure love radiating through his tone.

“What?” his smile dropped off. He’d dreamed it, hadn’t he? Of course, he finally tells you how he feels and it’s not even real. You giggled and kissed him. “I love you, too,”

“You’re the worst,” he said. “Can I take you out tonight?”

“What?” you said, acting offended. “You didn’t like our romantic date last night, confined to my bedroom while our best friends had an argument that lasted four hours?”

“I think it lasted longer,” James said as he got up, pulling his hoodie on. “They were still at it when we fell asleep,”

“I hope they’re okay,” you said as you finished brushing your hair, turning around to give James a quick kiss. You opened the door hesitantly, peeking your head out only to be met with the sight of your two best friends smirking at you. “Hello Sirius, hello Remus,”

James appeared behind you, looking sheepish. “Hi,”

“You guys get cosy last night?” Sirius asked, taking a sip of his tea.

“Only because you guys were fighting and we didn’t want to interrupt,” you mumbled, eyes meeting the ground.

“Oh, love,” Remus slung an arm around your shoulder. “We completely forgot you were home, I’m sorry,”

“No big deal,” James said. “I got a girlfriend out of it, so thanks for having issues, guys,” he clapped Sirius on the shoulder, the latter choking on his drink.

“You guys…” he trailed off, waiting for one of you to finish the sentence.

“I’m kind of in love with her,” James stole you from Remus’s arms and spun you into his, planting a kiss on your cheek.

Remus looked over at you, a smile growing on his face as you sighed like it was a big obligation. “I’m kind of in love with him too,”

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misc masterlist.

hi! my name is rosie, and below you will find a complete list of my works that aren't related to marvel or mcu actors! i don't allow them to be translated or reposted anywhere, with or without credit, but i do appreciate a reblog! i hope you enjoy ♡

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KEY ♡ ★ most recent ★ my faves ★ fluff ★ angst ★ series ★ alternate universe ★ request

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HARRYPOTTER

OLIVER WOOD

Census: Oliver Wood x Fem!Muggle!Reader | 1.7K words

You’re filling out the census when you realise you may need to confront exactly how little you know about Oliver. (FLUFF) (READER’S FAVE)

HEADCANONS

Imagine going on a muggle date with Oliver (FLUFF)

JAMES POTTER

Kind of in Love: James Potter x Fem!Reader | 2.2k words

who knew remus and sirius almost breaking up would push you and james together? (FLUFF) (MOST RECENT)

THE HAUNTING OF BLY MANOR

JAMIE TAYLOR

Call Me Maybe: Jamie Taylor x Fem!Reader | 1.3K words

Jamie misses the maid that used to work at Bly Manor, she misses Jamie more. One day Jamie gets a call from the maid that just makes everything worse. (AUTHOR’S FAVE) (ANGST)

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NINI SALAZAR-ROBERTS

Strikes and Strike-Outs: Nini Salazar-Roberts x Reader | 1.7K words

When Nini invited you to go bowling after exams finished, you weren’t expecting her ex-boyfriend to be there. But apparently she’s not as ready to face him as she thinks she is. (AUTHOR’S FAVE) (FLUFF) (READER’S FAVE) (COLLEGE AU)

THE OFFICE

JIM HALPERT

Finally: Jim Halpert x Fem!Reader | 813 words

Jim has been in love with her for years, and everyone in the office thinks it’s time for him to make a move. Too bad they’re a bit too slow. (FLUFF)

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prompts.

hi! i just hit 400 followers and to say thank you, i made this list of 150 prompts, angsty, fluffy and some ideas for to-lovers relatioships. i hope you enjoy! ♡

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1. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

2. “You wrote me a song?”

3. “Aw, someone’s grumpy,”

4. “C'mere,”

5. “I am so proud of you”

6. “I made dinner. Not successfully but it’s made!”

7. “Hey, hey. it’s okay. I’m right here,”

8. “Did you just call me sweetheart?” “It slipped out,” “I liked it,”

9. “My parents love you more than they love me,”

10. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me,”

11. “Can you play with my hair?”

a12. “It’s okay if you’re sad. That’s what I’m here for,”

13. “Can you just hold me for a while, please?”

14. “I believe I was put on this Earth to tell you that you have a nice ass,”

15. “I think someone needs cuddles,”

16. “I can’t sleep without you,”

17. “I don’t think it’s allowed how much I love you,”

18. “Why’d you stop?”

19. “I’ll be back before you know I’m gone,”

20. “Do you want me to stay?”

21. “Are you blushing?”

22. “Stop pretending to be asleep,”

23. “I know it’s your favourite”

24. “Guess we’re stuck here for the night,” “Don’t act like you’re not enjoying this,”

25. “You told me to call you darling!” “I told you to call me comma darling!” “Okay, I won’t anymore,” “I didn’t say that…”

26. “Can I have a kiss for good luck,”

27. “You’re so warm,”

28. “Is that a new shampoo?”

29. “There it is, there’s that smile!”

30. “Is that my shirt?”

31. “Honey, I’m home,”

32. “It’s okay, it was just a nightmare. I’m right here,”

33. “Thank you for staying with me,”

34. “I couldn’t stop missing you, even if I tried,”

35. “One more kiss?” “I’ve given you ten, I’m going to be late,”

36. “I don’t want to be friends anymore, wait that came out wrong I’m in love with you,”

37. “Who else would knock at this time?”

38. “Don’t lie, you love it,”

39. “You and me, yeah? Just you and me,”

40. “I’ll stay for as long as you want,”

41. “I’m sick,”

42. “Wanna dance?”

43. “You know if you wanted my attention you could have asked,”

44. “Are you alright? You fainted.”

45. “Of course I’ll never get sick of you. I don’t think I could!”

46. “I have a picture of you in my phone case,”

47. “What? You’re comfy!”

48. “Just because you could doesn’t mean you should,”

49. “Let me know when you’re home safe. No, I mean it, call me if you need anything,”

50. “I can’t sleep if I haven’t spoken to you,”

51. Hugs that last a little longer than they should.

52. One of them gets hurt.

53. One of them gets caught up at work and they come home to find their partner fell asleep waiting for them.

54. They’re not dating but one of them got the other’s coffee order exactly right and it makes them realise.

55. One of them walks around wearing a flower crown the other made for them.

56. One of them shows up with a gift that reminded them of the other.

57. Forehead kisses.

58. Handwritten notes when one has to leave early.

59. Baking together.

60. Whispering in each other’s ear.

61. Everyone knows but they think they’re hiding.

62. Hugs from behind.

63. One uses a petname in front of their parents.

64. Sharing an umbrella.

65. One reads the other’s favorite book so have an excuse to talk to them.

66. One makes the same dish for their anniversary every hear, the other lets them even though they hate it.

67. Admiring their partner while in bed in the morning.

68. One isn’t used to affection, which is why they’re so surprised when their partner notices when they’re down.

69. Walking home together late at night.

70. Their friends make bets on when they’ll get together. Turns out they already are.

71. Meeting on the fire escape.

72. Holding hands under the table.

73. Midnight phone calls.

74. Cleaning up after a party/gathering.

75. Accidentally falling asleep on them.

76. Piggy-backs.

77. Emotional reunion.

78. They spend the night apart for the first time in a while.

79. Interlocking pinkies.

80. One pulling a blanket over the other when they fall asleep working.

81. One of them accidentally calls the other their wife/husband/spouse instead of their girlfriend/boyfriend/partner.

82. Confessing after the other goes on a bad date.

83. Hair braiding.

84. Laughing into kisses.

85. Getting lifted up to reach something high.

86. One person is almost late missing something important, but tries their hardest to get there.

87. They still write their partner love letters even though they’ve been together for years.

88. Being too stubborn to wear a coat when it’s cold out.

89. One shows up randomly because the other didn’t kiss them when they left.

90. They haven’t been seeing each other for that long when they both get invited to the same gathering.

91. One reading aloud to the other until they fall asleep.

92. One having to pull the other away from their work to go to bed because they keep falling asleep.

93. One leaves a post-it note with something sweet in a different place each morning. It’s a game to see how fast the other can find it.

94. Calling the other just to say they missed them.

95. Kisses on the back of their partner’s hand.

96. Brushing their partner’s hair.

97. They don’t notice they’re doing something cute, but their partner does.

98. One makes a list of everything they love about their partner.

99. Two strangers babysitting a mutual friend’s kid together.

100. Being mistaken for a couple in public, which leads to a confession.

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101. “They deserve better than me”

102. “Don’t mess with my family”

103. “I trusted you…”

104. “I’m not going to cry. This isn’t worth crying over”

105. “I never thought I’d be the one to hurt you”

106. “I guess were just not meant to be”

107. “You’re pathetic”

108. “You’re not worth my time”

109. “How could you do this to me?”

110. “You’ve changed”

111. “This isn’t the man/woman/person that I fell in love with. I want the old you back”

112. “Please stay”

113. “What did they do to you?”

114. “It would be better if I never saw you again,”

115. “I’d like to avoid you now, if that’s okay,”

116. “I know I have a heart, because I can feel you breaking it,”

117. “I didn’t realise I was such an inconvenience,”

118. “I never meant to make you feel like that!”

119. “Did you do this?”

120. “How could you let them say that about me?”

121. “Don’t raise your voice at me,”

122. “Did you ever love me?”

123. “I wish I’d never met you,”

124. “I didn’t know any better!”

125. “Don’t come near me,”

126. “You look happier,”

127. “If you hate me so much, leave. Leave like you left me before,”

128. “If it means anything, I love you,”

129. “You don’t understand,” “Then help me to!”

130. “Does it look like I’ve moved on?”

131. One is having a really bad time and the other doesn’t know how to help.

132. One of them can’t do a simple task because they always had their partner to do it, until they didn’t.

133. One of them can feel their partner pulling away and they’re desperate to stop it.

134. They can’t bring themselves to tell the other how they feel and eventually it’s too late.

135. They didn’t want the same things in life.

136. Goodbye kisses.

137. One of them gets injured doing something stupid and the other is almost too angry to be able to help.

138. Something happens and they have to hold their partner while they cry.

139. They have to watch the one they love get hurt over and over again by their partner.

140. They get into a fight and one sits outside the other person’s apartment/dorm until they wake up to apologise.

── TO-LOVERS

141. Best friends to lovers.

142. Neighbors to lovers.

143. Enemies to lovers.

144. Group project members to lovers.

145. Academic rivals to lovers.

146. Coworkers to lovers.

147. Camp counselors to lovers.

148. Exes to lovers.

149. Childhood friends to lovers.

150. Classmates to lovers

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