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the-rightful-king-of-jotunheim · 2 years

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Oh my god, thank you so much for this! It’s an honor to be recommended in and of itself but being amongst all these talented writers as well? Oh I’m on cloud nine! Thank you so much once again!

It’s that time again!! You can view my full fic rec tag here! But, here’s a list of my favorite fics I read between October and November!

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Colors (Peter Parker x Reader) by @parkerstan

Summary: A study of colors and feelings over the course of a relationship

Coffee Runs (Harrison Osterfield x Reader) by @tominachristmasjumper

Summary: Night shoots and coffee runs? who knew they could be so nice

Someone Else (Loki x Reader) by @game-of-fandom-fics

Summary: Loki has sat back and watched you go on dates and he’s heard you with one night stands, he wants to do something about it. He wants you to be his, even if it will unintentionally hurt you.

*Couldn’t Resist (Tom Holland x Reader) by @highkey-holland

Summary: Tom looked absolutely breathtaking with his hair blowing in the wind, you simply couldn’t resist.

Maybe (Tom Holland x Reader) by @saintlavrents

Summary: Tom feels lonely without you by his side.

You, Mister, Are Annoying (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @the-rightful-king-of-jotunheim

Summary: With some help, you finally decide to tell Bucky how you feel.

Stay With Me Tonight (Tom Holland x Reader) by @fanatic1997

Summary: You were content being friends with benefits with Tom Holland. But the seasons are changing and Tom wants more than just a good time.

*The Origin* (Peter Parker x Reader) by @uglypastels

Summary: Becoming Spider-Man

**Accidental Discovery* (Tom Holland x Reader x Harrison Osterfield) by @dtftomholland

Summary: A series of ‘accidental discoveries’ ends up in one of the best nights you’ve ever had with your boyfriend and his bestfriend and roommate.

Dancing On My Own (Tom Holland x Ballet Dancer!Reader) by @fratboievans

Summary: Based off Dancing On My Own

*3am (Sub!Tom Holland x Reader) by @hollandlovely

Summary: jetlag has tom wired, so how will you spend your energy?

I Could Have Loved You (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @a-walk-in-silence

Summary: Some… news is found out about your significant other, Steve Rogers.

*Avenging Fate* (Peter Parker x Fem!OC) by @secret-world-of-ana

Summary: Prompt: “Just, don’t die.”

*Bittersweet (Boxer!Harrison Osterfield x Reader) by @peppermintxparker

Summary: The day after a fight is always bittersweet.

It Isn’t You (Tom Holland x Reader) by @zendayacolemen

Summary: Tom confronts you about something you did in the past, but you try to defend yourself.

*Side Effect* (University!Fuckboy!Harrison Osterfield x Plus Sized!Fem!Reader) by @urbanhaz

Summary: Harrison Osterfield is known for his partying ways, bad attitude, and inability to commit to a serious relationship. With the title of “player”, he struggles through the motions of partying and keeping his reputation, all while trying not to flunk his senior year of university. But everything gets turned upside down when he stumbles across someone who can’t be bothered with him, or his usual charismatic charm. Suddenly, all that he knows is turned upside down and he realizes that reputation means nothing once you find the one your heart truly belongs to.

Guys Like You (Neighbor!Tom Holland x Reader) by @spxderbarnes

Summary: Just before a date, your neighbor decides to let you know that they’re madly in love with you.

Quiver (Clint Barton x Reader) by @lcthebtswriter

Summary: Clint calms you after the accident that got him injured replays in your nightmares

*Meant To Be* (Harrison Osterfield x Holland!Sister!Reader) by @spxderbarnes

Summary: When you’ve to return home for your brother’s wedding, you’re faced with a past that you wish was your future.

Drive (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @blackberrywidow

Summary: When a dangerous assassin breaks into the reader’s car, she realizes that becoming his glorified Uber isn’t actually the worst thing that could happen to her.

Even Spider-Man Needs Coffee (Peter Parker x Reader) by @everythingcollided

Summary: Peter likes espresso a little too much.

If It Means A Lot To You (Tom Holland x Reader) by @peppermintxparker

Summary: based off If It Means A Lot To You by A Day To Remember

7 Minutes In Heaven (Peter Parker x Reader) by @foreverbeingthunderbuddy

Summary: Y/n’s bestfriend is forcing her to go to a party and they all start to play 7 minutes in heaven and she doesnt want to but peter says if she joins in he’ll join

Rage Quit (Boyfriend!Harrison Osterfield x Reader) by @h-osterfield

Summary: “Stop. It! Are you fucking serious?” You felt yourself getting annoyed by your boyfriend.

Something Funny (Tom Holland x Reader) by @noir-spiderr

Summary: Tom loves to see you laugh and anyone with eyes can see he’s head over heels for you so harry gives him an opportunity to do something about it

Feel Good (Tom Holland x Reader) by @urbanhaz

Summary: After an intensive day of filming, Tom returns home to a nice, relaxing surprise.

Flower Girl (Peter Parker x Reader) by @spider-bih

Summary: Dark brown hair, dark brown eyes. Both matching- yet you swore you saw more colors in his eyes- kind of.

Pain (Peter Parker x Reader) by @grandmascottlang

Summary: Peter and [Name]’s relationship has its ups and downs. Some of the downs are painful.

#oh my god the way my jaw dropped when i saw the notif #this- this is an honor #i appreciate it a shit ton #thank you so muchhh

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the-rightful-king-of-jotunheim · 3 years

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Neither Joined Nor Apart

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, only one or two tho

Requested by: No one, absolutely no one asked for this.

Word Count: 1036

A/N: I realized that I like sharing my writings (if you can call them that, that is) here with you guys even though I get no feedback whatsoever, which is not ideal but totally fine, I can’t blame anyone for not doing something idk where this is going. Anyway, what I meant to say was that I like posting here and recently (aka for the past two to three years) I haven’t been able to post barely anything because I couldn’t finish anything I started. So I decided to share the things that are not finished, and would not have been finished anytime soon, for the sake of making sure my blog isn’t as dry as the desert and saying what the hell and making myself happy. So, here, have the first piece of this series (i suppose?) which is far from being completed but it is at least something. Also, so sorry for the long rant on the notes ehe.

They… Used to have a rhythm. Time seemed to flow seamlessly whenever they were together. It was easy to be around them; they didn’t intimidate anyone, managed to put a smile on everyone who was within the reach of their love.

However, something seemed to have changed. They didn’t flow anymore. It was… forced. Every word, every breath, every glance looked like it came from a place that used to be there but now was nothing more than an abandoned shed. Their lips continued to exchange small smiles yet their eyes did not join the dance like they used to.

Conversation didn’t appear to be as natural, yet none of them tried as hard as they would to keep it alive. Just like their relationship, the time they spent together seemed to dissipate. Slowly but surely. Gone with each passing second.

It was a sad sight to behold, yes, but they weren’t sad. They knew what was happening came to them naturally and for that they could neither blame themselves nor the other one. The air around them was thick with sorrow and they swam through it like it was nothing. What else could they do? Did people think they did not fight for what they had? The thing that everyone seemed to be envious of? The thing that seemed to come once in a lifetime? Did people really think they didn’t know how special what they had together was?

Because they knew. They knew about what was once burning, what consumed them whole and made them rise as different people, different but together. The warmth that helped them stay afloat this deep ocean that their lives were, they knew about it. They were constantly reminded of it in the other’s eyes. It’s what made them lit up, it’s what made them a haven for when they were in desperate need for some sense of safety. They knew. They knew how special it was, they knew that they would never be able to find anything like it, not only them but the whole world as well, ever again. But they also knew that once it was gone, it was gone.

And they tried. They tried to keep it from disappearing away. They relived the moments where they felt it the most intensely. They painted the same pictures, posed the same poses, they tried with all they had to turn things back to how they were. Alas, what they knew from the beginning was, as it always were, true; try all they might, all was futile.

The question that remained was “What changed?” What changed in them, around them, between them? What was the spark that ignited this massive emotional earthquake that seemed to change it all? His eyes were the same. Her eyes were the same. The way they slept, tangled up in each other, making two people into one as if it was physically possible, was also the same. The comfort of each other’s company was the same. The way they looked at each other never changed, not even once. The way her hand fitted into his was exactly the same, if anything it was a more perfect fit as even their hands had become so used to being so close all the time. They were more in sync with each other than they ever were. So, what had changed?

They didn’t know. They didn’t care. Because neither of them found the strength to fix what was causing this falling apart. Frankly, they were tired. Tired of thinking why, tired of thinking how, tired of thinking. They used to not think about them, what they had. They didn’t need to. That was what was so fascinating about what they had. It appeared to be so natural that neither of them felt the need to approach it as a foreign part of themselves, felt the need to approach it quizzically, like every other god damned thing in the mess they called their lives. It was what comforted them, made it easy to sleep at night. For once in both their lives, they had something they, for some strange reason, didn’t feel the need to avoid but rather, embrace.

Sleepless nights were turned into sacred rituals of deep slumber. The muscles tense with caution were relaxed as they touched each other. Disturbed souls had found their peace as they held each others’ eyes, glances hiking across the rooms they had been in, desperately trying to find each other. A breath they wished were the last was now a silent prayer for others to come, come and get tangled with the other’s.

Oh, how in love they were. It would have put Shakespeare to shame for even the playful bard who’s become the master of love could not even dream of such love. It was a love that could not have been immortalized by words for nothing ever created by mere mortals could capture the beauty and the astonishing nature of it. It wasn’t just a feeling, their love, it was physical, it was palpable. You could almost touch it, see it, hear it through the air whenever you saw the two together. It was the harmonious dance of two scarred souls that fascinated the untrained eye and filled with doubt the trained one. For how could it be trained? If what it observed now was true love, what was all the others it had seen? A child’s toy? A bard’s fiction? A story for the unlucky to hold their despair at bay for if they knew they could never love, life would become meaningless?

However magnificent it once was, now it was gone. And it would be best if everybody came to terms with it. It would be best if they finally stopped pretending in hopes of awakening something that was dead, had been for a long time. It was only hurting them both.

They didn’t want to hurt, or feel hurt, anymore. They were broken enough with their nightmare filled nights and brainwashed pasts before they got into this whole mess, they didn’t need to lose pieces of themselves further.

So they just let themselves fall into this new flow that was neither joined nor apart.

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the-rightful-king-of-jotunheim · 3 years

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I’m now on AO3!

I know some people prefer the overall reading experience of Archive of Our Own so I decided to post my works on there as well. You can find everything I have written here!

#ao3 #archive of our own

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the-rightful-king-of-jotunheim · 3 years

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Answerless Questions

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Ambiguity? Existential Crisis? Just a tad suicidal if you squint I guess because he questions existence? idk.

Requested by: No one.

Word Count: 523

A/N: Okay, so I found this paper in one of my desk drawers, I think it's something that I just scribbled on when I was bored in class about 3 years ago. It doesn't really have a plot or a proper pairing or a character for that matter but I remember thinking of Loki when I was writing this so I will be tagging this in the format of him. Like I said, it doesn't really resemble anything more than it does a rambling of sorts, so do what you will with that I guess?

There were times in his life when he totally felt alone. Not one with the lack of people around him, but one with lack of feeling. He felt as though he was just an empty vessel floating through this vast universe. There was no meaning, no feeling left to be discovered. The ones he had before, already gone.

He glanced around the glorious room with blank eyes. Nothing he saw, heard, felt sparked the slightest intrigue in him. Why was he here? Did his presence even make any difference or was he just another lifeless piece of material like everything else? Answerless questions floated through his mind. He felt as though his head had become a turning gear of no system at all. Turning and turning yet never a part of anything. Would anyone notice if he was gone? Perhaps yes. Perhaps no. Would anyone shed a tear after him? It didn’t matter. He didn’t care.

This was not about ending or starting a life. This was the realization that there was no life to begin with. He kept asking himself why. No particular reason was questioned here. He was questioning everything. The only answer he seemed to find was that there was no answer at all.

What was this uncertainty that seemed to wave through the very fabric of what many called life? Why was there no decision he could make? It pained him. It pained him to see himself so unfaithful. To see that what he considered important was not that at all. To see that what he called a thunder was nothing more than merely a breath.

Why was he here? Right now? What were these thoughts? In his mind? He shook his head, hoping to send them away. Alas. He was here, he was there, he was near, he was far away. Wherever these thoughts went, the destination was him every single time.

He took a deep breath and sat down on the mattress that welcomed him every night. Was it night already? He glanced at the windows that stood as a portal from the inside to the outside that played with minds and fooled every miserable eye into making itself into a faux little sky. There seemed to be light. The source? He didn’t know. It might have been the warm yellow shards of the sun that cast a glow that would uncover all the truth yet create the shadows that would cover the very core of reality. Or it might have been the moon, the cold moon that seemingly illuminated yet hid even more what was hidden.

Were those the stars or were they his eyes fooling him with small memories barely appearing through the sky? Were they blissful memories? Did he have any? He racked his brains for just the faintest of a memory that he could cling to with sharpened claws and not lose all hope. None seemed enough at this moment.

He took a deep breath that went from his nose and through his lungs into his heart. His heart, that was too tired to keep on beating. What was he supposed to do?

Taglist: @theoneanna @powerstrangerdacre @fairlightswiftly

Thank you so much for reading! Remember you can always send me an ask or message me with what you thought about any of my stories or something totally random! Feedback is always very much welcome and deeply appreciated.

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the-rightful-king-of-jotunheim · 5 years

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Obsession

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: A couple of swear words and some minor angst

Requested: This is my entry for @sgtjbuccky ‘s Writing Challenge with the prompt >>“Person A: “Because I’m worried that the next time you look up from your latest obsession, you’ll be alone and no one is going to be there."Person B: "Are you saying that you’ll leave me?"A: "I would never."B: "Promise?"A: "Promise.”<<

Word Count: 1.122

A/N: After seven drafts and a couple of months, it’s finally here! I wanted this to be the best I’ve ever written (couldn’t reach that goal) because I wanted it to be worthy of Salina’s eyes, you know? Her stories always make you feel like you’re actually in them and the plot, the words, the way she writes them... No, I’m not in love with her, why would you say that? Anyways, I just want to thank her for every single one of her works and hope you like what I’ve scribbled...

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Obsession:

/əbˈsɛʃ(ə)n/

• an idea or thought that continually preoccupies or intrudes on a person’s mind

Taking a utilitarian angle at your life one day and realizing what you’ve been doing all these years has never done any good to this world might be soul crushing. But witnessing with your own eyes that not only had they worsened the Earth but had also worsened you was devastating enough for Tony Stark to lose himself and all his beliefs.

After the veil had uncovered his eyes to make him take a great look at his masterpiece, Tony had done everything in his ability to be a better version of himself. He changed the motives of his actions; suddenly there wasn’t only Tony, there was a billion souls, a million innocent lives, and a planet he had to protect from all evil. Including himself.

Instead of abandoning Mark I, he kept on going. He failed multiple times, even spent the first couple of months with no notable success. But he moved on with a persistence no one believed he had. And unlike a common hero story, he finally succeeded when his hopes were at their peak.

The path to making a better person of himself lead towards the path that was making a better Earth. So Tony kept on walking, with his head held high and a confidence that would accompany him along the journey. It proved not to be easy but he had expected no less. This wasn’t just one human being he was dealing with, no, it was a whole planet that had the good and the bad –with a percentage that consumed all faith.

All along the way, Tony faced dangers and obstacles he hadn’t even dreamt of, yet with the courage the world admired, he managed to tick off the list one by one. But soon Tony realized the threats were much bigger than him, much more bigger than this whole planet. And he not only burdened himself with the task of saving the world but also the universe.

When it started being a bit too much, when the thoughts of his actions being pointless had corrupted his mind, when he deemed he had lost the fight; it dawned on him. All those times, all those fights, all those restless nights he was never alone. The reason he was able to come this far was not because of some otherworldly change in his personality or abilities but because he wasn’t alone. Neither the burden nor the sorrow was solely his to bear.

One of the key factors of his newly found awareness was (Y/N). He realized she was there since the beginning, she was there until the end. And the fear of losing her slowly crept up his spine, through his brain and into his heart.

The fight that was shaking the walls of the compound today was because of this little thought that grew into what kept Tony awake at night and cast an ominous glow into his eyes. He had tried to keep it away from himself but the punches and kicks that overthrew mountains of creatures were proving to be futile now.

“For the last time, Steve, (Y/N) is not coming with us.” Tony said, trying to keep his calm.

“I’ve told you, Tony, we’re short on people.” Steve sighed.

Slowly approaching Tony, you wrapped your arms around him, trying to help him relax at least a little bit. “I can handle it. It’s what I signed up for, isn’t it?”

The air around you grew thicker, he had made it clear that he didn’t want you to go on this mission the night before yet here you were acting as if you had never agreed not to. Steve stood up from the chair he was sitting on and stepped closer to give a sense of sincerity to his words, “You know you can’t always look after her like she’s your baby, right? She’s one of the strongest Avengers but most importantly she’s independent.” he looked at you, “She can choose what she wants to do.”

Unable to hold him back, your arms loosened with the sudden outburst from Tony and he furiously stepped towards Steve, “Don’t bullshit me with that independence crap, Rogers! You know how dangerous this one is!”

“You said it yourself, Tony! It’s not only mine or yours or her life in danger, there are a billion lives at stake!”

“You think I don’t know that?” he spat, “You think I don’t know that we’re responsible for more than we can handle? A whole universe, for fuck’s sake!” he dropped his hands from Steve’s collars, “But I’ve lost enough, Rogers. And I’m not willing to lose the one thing I’ve got left.”

Before Steve could say something you gave him a look and dragged Tony into your room. You knew that something was bothering him recently and, Tony being Tony, no matter what you did, you couldn’t get him to tell you what it was. As much as it was painful to watch him worry himself to almost death, you couldn’t help but smile at realizing exactly how much he cared for you.

Once you were at a safe distance from Steve and in the warmth of your room, you seated him on the bed and kneeled down in front of him. Grasping his hands that were covering his concern filled face, you slowly brought them down to plant a small kiss on the palm of his hands. Feeling him ease up a little bit, you sighed and looked into his chocolate browns.

“Tony… Be patient with Steve.” Sensing him tense up again, you started rubbing slow circles with your thumb, “I know you don’t exactly have the butterflies and blossoms relationship but… He’ll be there when no one else can.”

Tony’s head snapped up at your words, his eyes hastily flicking between yours in search of the reason behind those specifically chosen words.

“Why did you say that?”

You took a deep breath and tried to choose your next words carefully, “Because I’m worried that the next time you look up from your latest obsession, you’ll be alone and no one is going to be there.”

“Are you saying that you’ll leave me?” he whispered.

Not once taking your eyes from his, you shook your head, “I would never.”

But Tony needed more than that. He needed something to assure him that you never would. So, knowing you had kept every single promise of yours, he asked like a little kid seeking reassurance, “Promise?”

And you replied, for maybe the millionth time, giving him your word that you would never leave him, “Promise.”

What the neither of you knew, however, was that the promise you had made that day was the only one you weren’t able to keep.

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the-rightful-king-of-jotunheim · 5 years

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Don’t You Hear?

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Requested by: No one.

Summary: It seems Tom hears some kind of music that you don’t.

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 867

A/N: Hey there! I’m back! Not really... I know I didn’t post anything and I am truly sorry for that ( I know I keep saying this but it’s the truth). I, unfortunately, can’t promise to be as active as I used to be, at least for now, because I’m in yet another exam month. So, Sorry for that too in advance! I’m working on another series and plan to post that as soon as I can write some sort of a prologue for that. In the meantime, here’s something that popped into my mind when I was stuck in the school bus when even the sun wasn’t up...

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You kneeled down in front of the three ruthless blondes, trying to keep them in place with your hands. Your eyes went back and forth between the three pairs of eyes that were glistening with joy as they responded to your efforts of containing them with a silent agreement of running different directions at the same time.

When that little plan of theirs didn’t work out, they decided to do the exact opposite. They ran to you at the same time, causing you to fall to the ground and surrender to their tickles and kisses with a laugh of your own that mixed harmoniously with theirs.

“Rose! Tristan! Sasha! Stop!” you managed to get out in between fits of laughter that caused your whole body to shiver with joy.

“We will never!”

“Surrender!”

“Arrgh!”

Right when you were expecting Tristan to jump over you with this newly found courage and excitement, you heard somebody clearing their throat behind you. With the fear of their parents returning, the three blonde Tarzans quickly got up from over you and looked up with anxious eyes. Upon seeing a familiar face, but one that belonged to neither of their parents, relief washed over their faces and with ecstatic screams they ran towards the man.

“Uncle Tom!”

From what you could see through your upside down vision with your form sprawled over on the floor, they jumped on Tom and miraculously he managed to catch the three of them without falling back, although he did stagger a bit with the combined forces of three hugs.

“Hello there, Rose, Sasha, Tristan!” he said while planting a lovely kiss on each of their cheeks.

Then his eyes found yours and he saw your form lying on the floor, completely and utterly exhausted by the little witches and the wizard. Even though your eyes were already aching from rolling them back so hard in order to see, you managed to hold his gaze long enough to see his smile you adored appear on his face.

He put the kids back on the floor and waited for you to stand up and come to him.

“Waiting for me to do everything and not helping again, Thomas?” you said with a smile evident in your voice but not on your face. You rose up your arm and wiggled your fingers, telling him silently to come pick you up.

He chuckled but came next to you nonetheless, grabbing your hand into a warm hold of his, he picked you up and with that force you smashed onto his chest. After glancing back to make sure the kids weren’t killing each other and not looking at you, you rose up and connected your lips for a much-awaited kiss.

Sighing into the kiss, you felt his arms wrap themselves around and bring you closer to him, closing, still not fully, the gap you hated. When the pleas of your lungs became too much to ignore, you parted your lips from his.

“I adore you unbelievably much, you know that right?” he whispered, much too fond of the comfortable silence between you to break it with a simple declaration of his love and affection.

You nodded and brought your face closer to his neck, sighing at how he made you feel in a way you would not dare explain for it was too special and too good to be just put into the simple molds of the words.

He then suddenly started swaying left and right as if a slow music was playing. Raising your head in confusion you asked, “What are you doing?”

“I’m dancing.” He said as if it was far too obvious to even ask.

“I figured that. But there’s no music playing?”

“Don’t you hear it?” he frowned with a concerned look.

Your lips parted in surprise as you realized he was serious and shook your head. There was no music playing, at least none that you could hear.

“Listen…”

You didn’t hear any music.

“Tom, I don-”

“Shh, just listen…”

You put your head back on its previous place and tried to do as he said, you listened.

“Don’t you hear it? The beautiful melody… In and out, in and out. Whenever I touch you it gets quicker,” he brought his lips next to your neck, “do you hear? How it got faster and faster? More shallow, more paced. And if I do this,” he ran his hand down your spine, “it gets shorter, skips a beat.”

“And if I do this,” he brought his lips onto yours, taking your breath away “it stops briefly. And in the background, there’s the beat that seems to follow it. You can just,” he kissed the vein in your neck, “feel it.”

“Then there’s us, the dancers, that perfectly morph themselves to the music; live by it, breathe by it, love by it… How they perfectly fit,” he placed his soft lips onto yours once more, this time for longer as he seemed unable to tear them apart and continue his sentence.

With one last deep sigh, his lips left yours just enough to let the air in and mixing his own breath into yours, he continued “each other.”

Taglist: @theoneanna @powerstrangerdacre @fairlightswiftly

Thank you so much for reading! Remember you can always send me an ask or message me with what you thought about any of my stories or something totally random! Feedback is always very much welcome and deeply appreciated.

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the-rightful-king-of-jotunheim · 5 years

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Demonstration

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Requested by: No one. Just something I had a dream about.

Summary: The actress you are working with needs a little bit of... demonstration.

Warnings: Nothing but a few curse words.

Word Count: 975

A/N: Oh God... It’s so good to be back at writing. I know I’ve been absent for so long and, unfortunately, I can’t promise it won’t happen again because I have my exams starting this week. I also know that I promised that I would write the requests you’ve sent in. But I was unable to write anything, whenever I sat down to write and each time I had nothing. And this is just a small short thing I wrote to get rid of that block. I’m terribly sorry again, I hope you can forgive me...

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“Harry, you’re a bloody genius!” cried Harrison, rising up from his seat to plant a sloppy kiss onto the boy’s cheek.

You looked at Harrison’s expectant face, thinking about the offer he made in your head. It wasn’t something you would need to think about for a long time, in fact you’ve already accepted it in your head, but seeing the boy’s face grow wearier by each second was too much fun to let go.

Deciding it was enough torture, you nodded with a bright smile that seemed to be mirrored on his face, “Alright, I’ll do it.”

“(Y/N)! I fucking love you! You won’t regret it!” the boy shouted at you while he was stepping back, eventually turning around and sprinting towards his car. You chuckled to yourself at his enthusiasm and shouted back, “I bloody hope so!”

Unable to hold it back, you smiled to yourself. So, you would be working with Tom. On an almost professional job, see him act and even direct him sometimes.

You and Tom were best friends ever since your stupid cousin, Harrison, met him on his tenth birthday. The two formed an inseparable bond since the minute they saw each other and with the push from your cousin, you were pulled into the tiny group they had formed, almost immediately.

Even though Tom’s “best friend” was actually Harrison, you knew this and had no problem with it, the friendship you and Tom had was different. It wasn’t what you would call a usual friendship but wasn’t something you wouldn’t call either.

When the three of you were not more than fourteen the relationship was normal, ordinary, there was nothing that would cause you to question anything about it. However, when you graduated, things started to change.

The small stuff that caught your attention about Tom, that your friends would tease was about your little crush, stopped being something to joke with Harrison. The things you would normally brush started catching your attention and never let go. What you would normally call a usual hug or a kiss made you want them to be more.

When he got the role as Spider-Man, you were more than happy for him by the way, you realized that he opened the door to a whole new dimension, he would meet new girls, new boys, new people. And there wasn’t a place like you wanted there to be for you. From now on, the only reserved seat you had was for a friend.

You sighed exasperatedly and tried to contain your anger in a way that wouldn’t let anyone know that it was there. But it was hard. It was hard with the stupid actress Harrison brought. It was hard with him looking down at the monitor over your shoulder, grunting every now and then. It was hard with the ear-piercingly loud beating of your heart.

“Don’t you think it needs… a bit more emotion, maybe?”

“Good God, Harrison! Thank you! Finally, something correct coming out of your mouth!” you slapped your thighs and rose from the director’s seat. You had been trying to hold yourself back and not shout at the actress but it had come to a point that even Harrison could see the damned acting. She looked like a party clown next to Tom.

“Look, darling. You read the script, right? It clearly says that she is looking at her unrequited love. You can’t be going around, being all cocky! The character you’re playing is vulnerable in the hands of her lover.” You held her shoulders gently, reminding yourself not to crush them into pieces.

You turned to Tom, trying not to show too much of your actual emotions, stepped closer to him and started to explain the scene Harrison had, surprisingly, so graciously written to the actress, all the while looking into Tom’s brown orbs.

“You’re letting him in on the secrets you’ve held on the longest, the emotions that weren’t even for you to know. The lonely nights you’ve shed tears, the fake smiles you’ve smiled, the sighs you sighed with the slightest sight of him…”

You swallowed to stop yourself from actually revealing your own secrets and turned abruptly to the actress. While you were busy gathering up the things you’d spilled and put them into the chest in the deepest part of your soul, Tom was standing perfectly still, frozen.

He refused to believe that what he just saw in your eyes were there solely to lecture a shitty actress. He moved his eyes in search of yours but was met with your silky soft hair. Realizing the answer wasn’t to be found there, his eyes frantically searched for his friend.

Harrison smirked and nodded when he was met with the inquiring eyes of his friend’s, encouraging him to act before it was too late.

“Wasn’t there also a kissing scene, (Y/N)? Can you demonstrate that too?” he suddenly blurted out.

Your eyes widened and you turned anxiously to your cousin for confirmation, you didn’t remember there being a kissing scene. To your disappointment, your cousin was quick to understand where Tom was going with this and he nodded, trying to cover up his triumphant smile with a careless shrug.

Slowly turning around, you tried your best not to let your heart rip out from your chest. It was beating at an ominously fast pace and it felt like there was nothing you can do but to pray to whoever was above not to get a heart attack.

“Um… I- I don’t think that wou-”

“Oh for God’s sake, (Y/N)…” Tom took you by your waist and brought his so desired lips onto yours with a much-awaited kiss by the both parts involved. And neither of you saw Harrison and Harry high-fiving, each with a smile neither could remove.

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Pretend Is What I Do

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Requested by @carolyn-stark-91 and Anon : Hey,I was wondering if you could do a Tony x Reader where the reader is a big star ok broadway or in a musical and tony comes to see that show but gets interested in the reader. / Hey, I was wondering if you could do a tony x reader were the reader is on broadway/in a musical. Tony goes to say said musical or gets dragged to it by peter and the minutes he sees reader step on stage and he sees her act. and sing he falls in love with her. I can’t wait to read what you have to write.

Summary: Tony comes to see one of your performances.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1.249

A/N: This took a lot of time, and I am so sorry! ı had the whole thing planned but I had a shit ton of homework and couldn’t sit down and find a time to write this, but here it is! I hope you like this, and as ı said I am very sorry this took this long, if there’s anything I can do as an apology, please let me know.

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Tony looked at the kid’s expectant face and sighed. He wasn’t the one for musicals, he had told Peter so on many occasions, but the kid seemed to never stop asking, begging, him to go see some. Specifically, the ones that you starred in.

Tony managed to make him forget about the shows successfully before with some new gear or pretending to be in need of his young brain, which, sometimes, were actually true. But it seemed that Peter realized his little game and was determined not to budge this time.

So he turned to the 15-year-old with tired eyes and finally gave in.

Tony tried to apologize to as many people as he possibly could when Peter dragged him through the line, making him bump into literally everyone. He wanted to be angry with the kid but seeing how excited he was and how happy Tony made him just by saying yes was putting a bright smile on his face.

When they finally stooped and got comfortable on their seats, a very giddy and unable to stop smiling Peter turned to him and said, “Mr. Stark thank you so so much! I can’t believe you’re about to meet (Y/N). Uh. I mean, see her perform, you know.” He continued with the hopes that Mr. Stark didn’t catch his little slip-up, “She’s very talented, you’ll see. Mr. Stark… She’s so beautiful but wait until you hear her voice…”

“Okay, kid. Try to control your hormones a little, yeah?”

Turning his blushing face to the stage when the lights turned off, Peter muttered a quiet sorry with a tight-lipped smile.

Tony chuckled to himself and turned to the stage to what he thought was about to bore him to his death in the next two hours, but was surprised when the lights turned on again.

“We are sorry, but this musical has been canceled due to the stage falling apart,” a wooden panel fell from the ceiling, “as you can see…”

Tony turned to Peter with a frown, only to see him holding himself hard not to jump in the air with excitement. This kid really has some problems, why is he happy that the play is canceled, he thought to himself.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait! No! I had plans on watching a movie all by myself but hung up on myself so I could be here. I don’t care if the stage is,” another panel hit the floor, “falling… down. Whatever, Chop chop!”

He turned to the stage to see you walking down on it and taking your position for your role. Then you started singing.

“Hey, people do not frown!

This is supposed to be a funny story.

Of a girl moving into town,

And falling in love with glory.

And this is not in my lines,

But the stage’s falling down.

I… do not care, I guess.

I’m paid to be a clown.”

Tony couldn’t hold back his laughter when another bust left your hand and soared into Hercules’s back with a loud crash.

“How could you do this to me,

I thought we were forming something.

Apparently, I was being carefree

And it turned into some dumb thing!”

The play had turned out to be a lot more fun than he had anticipated and he reminded himself that he needed to thank the kid for giving him an opportunity to relax and laugh a little bit.

As Peter had mentioned earlier, you had a beauty that was something out of ordinary. You weren’t what the definition of “beauty” would offer nowadays; rather what you had was something special to you and to you only.

You didn’t have the perfect body like the models Tony used to date or didn’t have the almost unreal looking silky hair, or eyes that were blinding blues or greens, no. But the way you moved your body so gracefully and so confidently made your body a hundred times more appealing to the eye, the way strands of hair fell onto your face with every bust you threw made them look so carelessly placed yet so neatly at the same time, the way your eyes lit up that even Tony could see from the audience gave them a mysterious glint that urged him to dig down deep to uncover them.

Suddenly he was burning with the desire to meet you personally.

After the curtains closed for one last time, the whole audience erupted in cheers. Some people were clapping, some people were whistling, and some people were shouting compliments at the performers. Tony and Peter were among those.

Peter made him wait until the whole stage was cleared and everybody had left, then he took him by his arm, much like he did when they arrived and dragged him towards the backstage.

“Kid, what’re you doing?” he asked, half expecting him to jump in front of him and yell his answer excitedly.

“Mr. Stark. You’re going to thank me for this later.” was all he calmly said.

After he had found the door he was trying to find with wild eyes, his browns finally settled on the door that said “(Y/N) (Y/L/N)” on it and knocked the melody Tony chastised himself for remembering that was from “Frozen”.

The door opened suddenly to reveal your overly excited face.

“Peter!” you immediately pulled the kid to yourself and hugged him closer, “It’s been so long!”

“I- It has (Y/N).” he motioned towards Tony, who was looking at the two with incredulous eyes, and introduced, “This is Mr. Stark. And Mr. Stark, this is (Y/N).”

“Oh wow, Peter, how did you manage to convince the genius playboy philanthropist to come to see one of my works?” you asked him as you shook Tony’s stretched hand.

“It was a pleasure of mine.”

You looked at Tony with a playful glint in your eyes that he couldn’t understand why, but shook his head, reminding himself not to dwell on it so much.

Unbeknownst to both of you, Peter was struggling with all his will not to let the huge smile crack on his face, so he quickly told you that he would like to use the restroom and that he would come back shortly.

Peter leaving created the perfect moment for you, so you decided to mess with the guy who allegedly messed with a ton of girls’ hearts.

You stepped closer to him with a lustful look in your eyes and put your hand on his arm, dragging it slowly to his hand, you said without breaking eye contact, “The Tony Stark, coming to watch me… I can’t deny I haven’t thought of that…”

You tried hard not to laugh as Tony’s eyes widened with confusion and he looked at you, bewildered, trying to figure out what and why you were saying. You bit down on your lip made an effort not to burst out laughing.

When you heard Peter’s footsteps, indicating that he was getting closer, you stepped back, your hand dropping from his arms and sighed, “For another time I guess…” then you saw Peter’s red face, making you realize that he’d heard your little performance and when you look at each other, you both couldn’t help the fits of laughter taking over your bodies.

Tony looked like a deer caught in headlights with his big brown eyes widened with ultimate confusion and he stuttered, “Was that- were you pretending the whole time?”

“I’m an actress, love. Pretend is what I do.”

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Drabble Celebration Masterlist

77: “ Are you jealous? ” x Sebastian Stan

155: “ It isn’t what it looks like! Okay… Maybe it is… ” x Tom Hiddleston

66: “ Is that a new perfume? ” x Sebastian Stan

36: “I’m so in love with you.” x Tom Hiddleston

50: “ We’d make such a cute couple. ” + 56: “ Are you flirting with me? ” x Sebastian Stan

18: “ I wish I’d never met you. ” x Sebastian Stan

54: “ I can’t stand the thought of losing you. ” x Sebastian Stan

47: “ You’re cute when you’re angry. ” x Sebastian Stan

36: “ I’m so in love with you. ” x Sebastian Stan

4: “ I don’t love you anymore. ” + 29: “ There was never an us. ” + 30: “ So that’s it? It’s over? ” x Sirius Black

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Thank You to Everyone

Thank you to everyone who sent in their requests, I had a lot of fun writing them! I still have some drabble requests, but I would like to turn them into longer oneshots because I feel like I need to give more detail in order to tell the story properly.

So if you don’t see your request written, don’t worry! I will write them.

Also, I’m closing the requests for the time being, because I’d like to focus on the series I’m working on after I finish the oneshots. I hope you understand.

You can hit me up with anything you would like; your thoughts on my works, or somebody else’s, or something totally random. I’d like to chat with all of you!

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77: “ Are you jealous? ” with sebastian

Drabble Celebration

You watched as Sebastian laughed and waved at the audience, making his leave from the stage. Stepping closer to you, he looked at your eyes as a silent question of “How did I do?” Your arms were crossed and you had a hard time trying to keep calm so you just nodded to imply that it was good and turned around to walk towards the elevators to get to the car.

He looked behind you with a frown on his face and followed you to the elevators. Once inside he tried to look at your eyes but couldn’t because you were glancing everywhere and everything but him.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“Nope!” you said, with a popping sound.

Feeling his gaze never once leaving you, you sighed exasperatedly. Turning your head towards him, you asked sarcastically, “So, did Sharon agreed to go on a date with you yet?”

Trying to stop the loving smile from forming on his face, he answered with the straightest face he could have at that moment, “She did.”

Your eyes widened as if they were about to pop out from their sockets and, even though you told yourself to keep your voice down, you nearly screamed, “She did what now?”

Squinting his eyes with glee as the realization filed him, he smiled. “Are you jealous?”

“Wh- what? How dare you imply that to a lady such as myself?” you stuttered.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Queen Elizabeth, I didn’t think you would be offended.”

“Well. I was.”

“Jealous?”

“Yes…- No!”

He stepped sideways to get closer to you and whispered in your ear, “Well, no need to worry, my queen. My heart belongs only to you, your majesty.”

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Requested for Tom Hiddleston with the prompt 155 “ It isn’t what it looks like! Okay... Maybe it is… ” by @theoneanna

Drabble Celebration

Listen to the song mentioned “Somethin’ Stupid”

Tom walked out of the kitchen with two cups of tea in his hands, he had entered the house a couple of minutes ago and you had not noticed his presence in the apartment yet. He figured you were too busy getting lost in another one of your books to realize he was home, back from his trip.

Upon getting closer to your shared room, however, he realized that you were not reading a book but rather singing a song. He furrowed his brows and tried to listen to what you were singing but decided to put the cups he was holding on a table first.

After he had put the cups on the counter where he was sure he wouldn’t spill them, he walked to your room once more and leaned on the door to listen to your voice he so adored.

I practice every day to find some clever lines to say

To make the meaning come through

But then I think I’ll wait until the evening gets late

And I’m alone with you

He smiled at the song you were singing, it was one of the songs that would constantly play in the house for it described exactly how you had come together in the first place. When he heard the last lines of the song leave your lips he missed, he slowly knocked on the door and entered without waiting for the answer.

Hearing the door creaking, you yelped and turned around with a hairbrush in your hand that you held like a microphone.

“Tom!” without even welcoming him, you tried to explain, “It isn’t what it looks like!”

He raised one of his eyebrows at your attempt, sure, he was no genius but he could figure out what you were doing just by the way you held a hairbrush in your hand.

“Okay… Maybe it is…” you shrugged.

Tom chuckled and came closer to you, wrapping his arms around you, he planted a small kiss on your forehead, “Don’t let me ruin the moment by saying something stupid like I love you.”

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66: “ Is that a new perfume? ” sebastian and the reader are just friends (with crush on each other) and Seb say this

Drabble Celebration

You tried to close your eyes and get some sleep when you heard the sounds of the engines of the plane. You were headed to yet another city for another meet and greet and the long plane rides were the only times you could find to take a small nap.

Right when you were about to let yourself fall into the welcoming arms of sleep, you felt the seat beside you move as somebody sat on it. You opened your eyes to beg Chris to let you sleep when your eyes met with the blues of not Chris, but Sebastian.

“I can’t sleep because of Evans’s stupid jokes, would you mind if I?” he pointed at your shoulder.

Feeling speechless you just nodded and tried not to move even a millimeter when you felt his long, soft hair position themselves on your neck.

“Is that a new perfume?”

You hummed as a question for him to explain further.

“It’s not your usual shy smell of spring and autumn flowers mixed, this one is more… confident. Like an assortment of spices and herbs.”

Afraid of his answer, you asked “Is it- Is it bad?”

He mumbled a no and continued with sleep dripping from his voice, “I love everything that has something to do with you…”

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Requested for Tom Hiddleston with the prompt 36 “I’m so in love with you.” by @theoneanna

Drabble Celebration

You looked into his captivating blue eyes, trying as you might not to gel lost in them. How much you wanted to drown in that ocean, yet knew you couldn’t.

“I’m so in love with you.” You whispered.

You could see the strips of blue shift in his irises as his emotions changed, the way he looked went deeper into your eyes, he wasn’t just looking at you now, he was gazing at what you hid deep down in your soul.

You lost track of time as you watched his brows furrow and his lips twitch. His eyes were going back and forth in yours now, trying to figure out if what you were saying was just an act or what truly lied in your heart.

The moment you thought your chest would finally give up and explode, you heard a deep voice yelling “Cut!” The eyes in front of you were now relaxed, filled with admiration as the voice of the owner of those eyes spoke, “(Y/N)! That was spectacular!”

Your eyes filled with realization when Tom continued to praise you on how good you just acted. You gave him a small smile and a quiet thank you, deciding there wasn’t much you could do about the way your chest ached when it dawned on you that he would never see that you were telling how you truly felt when you said it.

The blue eyes you so adored watched you as you walked away from them to gather your mind a little. He knew you long enough to know that something was wrong, yet he still couldn’t understand why you were stepping away from him now.

The director walked towards him, he knew Tom since his days from back then as the “right front leg of the elephant that Eddie was riding on”. And even though he admired his acting, even he knew that Tom could be a thickhead sometimes. Right now was one of those moments when he was at his highest.

Slapping his arm with the back of his hand, he directed Tom’s attention to himself. Shaking his head disapprovingly, he looked at him and said, “I’ve seen her on a lot of occasions act so perfectly. But that?” he pointed towards the direction you left, “That wasn’t one of them, mate.”

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56 and 50 please! With Sebastian Stan lots of fluff please!

Drabble Celebration

You were sitting next to Sebastian in one of the booths of the bar with Chris-es, Toms, Robert, and a couple more actors and actresses, laughing at Evans’s joke when you felt Sebastian’s arm around you.

He leaned over you and catching you off guard, he whispered to your ear, “ You know, we’d make such a cute couple.”

Your eyes widened with the feeling of his warm breath on your face and his enchanting blue orbs on your form, turning your head to see if he was serious.

“Oh, you’re damn perfect, you know that?”

“Are you- are you flirting with me?” you asked with a shaky voice, unsure of what to expect.

“Well, good morning to you too, (Y/N). I’ve been doing that for ages now, I’ve become a wise old man about flirting…” he said exasperatedly.

You tried to say something but couldn’t, instead, you opted to look at him helplessly. Taking your cue he leaned down and connected your lips together.

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18: “ I wish I’d never met you. ” with sebastian (angst)

I’m so sorry this one is so short, but I thought it would be best left here. Also, I’m so sorry for the delay, my computer died and I had to wait a couple of hours to be able to open it.

Drabble Celebration

You sat onto the bed and took a deep sigh. Tears were lining up in your eyes to fall down to your cheeks but you were trying so hard not to let them go. You were not going to cry, you promised to yourself, but couldn’t keep it when the things he said came rushing.

“What did I do to deserve this?” he said. “What did I do that made you hate me so much?” he cried. “What did I do to lose you?” he whispered. Then he looked deeply into your eyes and “I wish I’d never met you.” he confessed.

Little did he know that you were hurt as much as him. That your heart ached just as much as his did. That you were trying to distance yourself from him for him.

#sebastian stan x reader #Sarita's drabbles #sarita h writes

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