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[flourgirl]

The Only Exception

Part 1 of the "Anyone Else But You" series

Pairing: Huening Kai x Reader

Summary: It's starting to feel like you're the only person in the world that Huening Kai isn't best friends with, and you're determined to figure out why.

Tropes: enemies to friends to lovers, slow burn, mutual pining, fluff, angst

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex (mdni), reader has an inferiority complex

“I never had a doubt that  You would come through I always adored you  I always ignored you” —The Prince of the Hanging Gardens, Beatenberg

If there were any reason for Huening Kai to dislike you, you had no clue as to what it was. The two of you would get along perfectly fine on paper, but despite you and Yeonjun being best friends for over a year now, his roommate has never warmed up to you.

He isn’t like this with anyone else. Kai bounces from stranger to stranger, laughing and chatting away as if he’s known them for years. With you, he won’t even look you in the eye or mutter more than a few words.

For Yeonjun’s birthday party last month, you baked him a cake from scratch. It was a smash hit with the guests, but when Kai sang praises and asked around for who made it, you could tell he was disappointed that it had been you. 

“Oh, Y/N. It was good,” he said, offering a weak thumbs up and declining to say anything else. You’d been watching him in deep conversation with every other person at the party, his obnoxiously loud laugh interrupting some of your own chats every so often. So why did he never have anything to say to you?

It’s not a big deal that he doesn’t like you. Really. He almost never comes out of his room when you’re around, so there’s not many opportunities for things to be awkward. At least until this morning.

You’ve got breakfast plans with Yeonjun at Seoul’s hottest new café, and even he can’t get a reservation. So, that means lining up with the rest of the city before the sun’s even risen.

You tiptoe around the apartment so you don’t somehow wake up Kai. The last thing you need is for another reason to hate you to be added to his list.

Sitting at the kitchen table to drink your first coffee of the day, you can listen to the soft sound of the shower running. Great, you think to yourself. Yeonjun’s barely started getting ready and you’ll most definitely be last in line now.

While you’re scrolling on your phone to find less popular alternatives, a creak in the floorboards catches your attention. You look up to see a barefoot girl with messy hair and a short dress attempting to sneak out.

When you catch her eye, she looks like a deer in the headlights. No doubt one of Yeonjun’s many conquests from his latest excursion to the club, this doesn’t faze you. 

That’s what you think until Kai pops his head out of his bedroom.

“Hey, wait,” Kai’s hushed voice calls. He steps out in his boxers and a t-shirt, the girl still too stunned to speak. In his hands are a small wad of lacy fabric—her underwear. “Don’t forget these.”

He flashes a perfect, pearly-white smile at her before pulling her in for a much-too-long kiss. The crazed look in her eyes afterward tells him that something is wrong. 

When he glances over to the kitchen table and meets your gaze, his smile drops.

“Get out,” he tells her, his mood shifting somewhere between embarrassment and anger.

“Are we still on for Saturday night?” she asks, making you think that Kai must’ve really liked her to make plans to see her again.

“No. Get out,” he says again through clenched teeth, refusing to look away from you. She scrambles out the front door without another word.

Kai’s mouth twitches, as if he’s finally going to lay into you, but instead he presses his lips together and turns away. His bedroom door slams behind him.

Half of you is used to Kai treating you like this. The other half wonders if maybe you were as pretty as she was, he would be nicer. Suddenly, you don’t feel like getting breakfast anymore.

By the time Kai comes back out of his room, fully dressed and finally calm, you’ve already left. 

He sits down, your coffee abandoned on the table, nearly full with lipstick smudged across the lid. He lifts the paper cup, inhaling the coffee’s sweet aroma, and takes a sip. It’s cold now.

—————-

It was your job on the styling team at HYBE that introduced you to the boys. You had just graduated college and moved to Seoul, and fashion was the only way you could really express yourself.

Instantly, Yeonjun noticed how shy you were and took it upon himself to bring you out of your shell. Now, the two of you are inseparable. 

“Where the hell were you the other day?” he asks as you organize clothing onto racks. You’re not even dressing him today, but he’s hunted you down in the building like a bloodhound. A hairstylist trails him and attempts to put his bangs in a roller. “I woke up at the crack of dawn for nothing.”

“Um,” you start, looking over your shoulder. You lock eyes with him and then gesture towards the hairstylist, now clipping in lime green extensions. 

“Hey, could you give us some privacy?” he asks, although it’s clearly more of a command. They nod and walk away, leaving Yeonjun with a half-done head of hair. 

“You look ridiculous.”

“And you’re acting ridiculous. Since when do you stand me up?” Yeonjun pouts.

“Stand you up? You’re not my boyfriend,” you scoff.

“You wish I were,” he quips back. You roll your eyes. Not in a million years would you be each other’s ideal types.

“Shut up, Jun,” you say, walking towards the storage closet to grab a steamer. He follows.

“Okay, I’m sorry. I’ll stop busting your balls. Just tell me what’s going on.”

“It’s Huening Kai. I sort of… walked in on him… with a girl.” Yeonjun’s eyes go wide.

“Holy shit. Like they were in the act? Please tell me this wasn’t on the couch or in the kitchen or—”

“No, ew. She was just on her way out.” Now he’s rolling his eyes at you.

“Come on, Y/N! Why’s that such a big deal? He has girls over all the time.” The last statement makes Yeonjun stop himself and regroup. “Well, I mean, every once in a while. Look, what I’m trying to say is that Huening isn’t a virgin, okay?”

“This is the first I’ve seen or heard of any of this,” you state. The only Huening Kai that you really knew was the innocent maknae role that he played up for the cameras. Plus, you figured with how often you were over, you would’ve noticed another girl at least once.

“Well, we try to not talk about our sex lives around you too much.” That’s a lie. Yeonjun loves talking about his sex life.

“Thanks, I guess? Is that because I’m a girl?”

“No,” he replies. “It’s because Hyuka asked us not to.”

You raise an eyebrow. “And why would he do that?”

“I don’t know. I don’t care. So what was so bad about seeing him with some girl?”

You don’t really know how to put your feelings into words. Your hesitation makes a sly grin spread across Yeonjun’s face.

“Y/N… you’re not jealous, are you?”

“Oh my god, no! I’m just… confused, I guess. I kind of figured that he wasn’t very good with girls, considering that he never wants to have a conversation with me.”

“Trust me, Huening is very different when he’s had a few drinks. You’d know that if you ever went out with us.”

“You know clubs aren’t really my thing.”

“They could be. Come on, we’re going out tomorrow night. Why don’t you wear this?”

He pulls a sparkly black dress from the rack, a rejected look that you pulled for one of Le Sserafim's performances. Its straps criss cross over an open back, showing way more skin than you’re comfortable with. 

“You know I can’t take anything from here. Besides, what’s wrong with my own clothes?” 

Yeonjun looks you up and down. Today, you’re wearing a maxi skirt, button down, sweater vest, and your glasses. Okay, maybe it’s serving grandma-chic, but you like it.

“Y/N, you are so adorable. Really, just the cutest. But at the club, the goal is to be sexy. I’m sure under all of those layers, you’re super hot. Hot enough for Huening to bring home next.” 

He says the last sentence with a wink and your ears suddenly feel hot. You get the feeling he’s not going to take no for an answer.

“I’ll think about it,” you say, snatching the dress out of his hands. “But if I go, it’ll only be for an hour, tops. And it has nothing to do with Kai, okay?”

“Whatever. Just don’t forget to make me the best man when the two of you get married, alright?”

“I hate you.”

“I know,” he muses, planting a kiss on your cheek and strutting away.

—————-

At the end of the work day, your feet ache and all you want is to get home and take a nice bubble bath. 

A sudden change in concept meant that you had spent several hours past when you were scheduled to leave, calling designers in order to secure samples for NewJeans to wear in an upcoming music video.

Trudging into the elevator, you let your eyes drift shut as you lean against the wall.

“Hey, wait!” someone’s voice calls, sounding eerily familiar. Your eyes shoot open. A hand shoves itself in between the closing doors, opening them back up. 

Huening Kai slips in, sweaty and out of breath. Despite seeing him just a few days ago, his hair has changed from jet black to a dirty blond. 

You glance at your watch. Is this really the hour that idols tend to go home?

He checks to see that the ground floor button has been pressed and stands facing the doors. Either he hasn’t noticed you or is choosing to ignore you.

“Hi, Kai,” you say, contempt in your voice. If he won’t acknowledge you on his own, you’ll make him.

Kai turns around slowly to face you, his expression completely blank. “Oh, hi, Y/N. I didn’t know it was you.”

Sure, he didn’t. There’s still twelve floors to go, and it’s going to be a long way down.

It’s silent until floor seven, in which Hana from makeup steps in. Her hands are full of Olen’s latest release. How many colored contacts does one group need?

“Hi, Hana! Long time no see,” Kai says, bowing his head slightly. Hana’s much older than the two of you, so it’s hard to gauge whether that makes her easier to talk to or he just happens to have a thing for age gaps. For your sanity, you decide it’s the former.

“Hi, Kai! And Y/N, I almost didn’t see you there!” Go figure. You’re invisible to everyone. “Are you two headed somewhere?”

“No, we just happened to get in at the same time. Nice coincidence, though, right?” he says, much happier now than when it was just the two of you. “It’s so great that we ran into each other! Are you done for the day, too?”

“Oh, no! I still have lots of work to do, but you two have fun with your night. You’re both so young,” she laughs, stepping out onto the fourth floor. “And by the way, you would look very good together.”

When the doors shut, it’s silent again. You’re so close to the lobby now.

Except the numbers stop counting down. Kai looks up from picking at his cuticles and shoots you a knowing look. It’s stuck at three.

“That’s not good,” he says, although he doesn’t seem as worried as you. How can he stay so calm right now?

You press the emergency button and the line buzzes before connecting. The sound is muffled.

“Can anybody hear me?” you say into the mic. More incoherent noises reply back. “Hello? We’re stuck in an elevator in HYBE’s east wing. Please, send help!”

The line goes dead. You’re going to cry. You’re trapped in an elevator with the person who dislikes you most and now you’re going to cry in front of him.

You clench your fists and squeeze your eyes shut as hot tears begin to stream down your face.

“Y/N,” Kai asks, his voice soft. You’re too busy trying to steady your breathing to hear him. He places a hand on your shoulder. “Y/N, are you okay?”

 “No, I’m not okay! I just want to go home!” you snap at him, your voice trembling. “I’m tired and it’s been a long day and now I’m stuck here with you and I—I just can’t believe this!” 

Kai takes a step back. Even through your tears, you can see that you’ve hurt his feelings. He stares at his feet. “I’m sorry. I don’t want you to be upset.”

His words make you choke up even more, like you’re somehow the villain. You crouch down to hug your knees. He kneels next to you and places a hand on your back.

Maybe you’re overreacting. Maybe he doesn’t hate you. Or, maybe, he just feels really bad for you this one time and has decided to be nice.

“Y/N,” he says again. You raise your head and look at him with puffy eyes. The sight of his face, so full of worry, makes you cry even harder. What the hell is going on? Who is this guy and what has he done with the Huening Kai who can’t stand to even be in the same room as you?

Kai’s hands find yours and bring you to your feet. Before you can say anything, he’s wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a hug. You bury your face in his chest as one of his hands smooths your hair. 

His body is warm, his heartbeat strong and steady. Yours slowly begins to match its pace. As you breathe in and out, you notice that he smells like freshly brewed black tea and ripe peaches in the summertime.

You’re so relaxed now that you don’t notice that the elevator has started to descend again. A ding attempts to tell you that you’ve reached the lobby, but it’s too late.

“Holy shit,” Yeonjun laughs from the other side of the doorway. Has he been waiting here the whole time? “Y/N? Kai? I fucking knew it!”

Kai immediately pulls away from you and exits, his hands shoved deep in his pockets as he speedwalks towards the building’s front doors without so much as a goodbye. 

Yeonjun does a double take, eyeing your red eyes and smudged mascara. He sits you down on a bench and places a hand on your shoulder. “What happened?”

“Ask him,” you mutter, crossing your arms. “You guys live together.”

“Will do,” he concedes. “Do you want me to walk you home?”

“I’m fine,” you say, although that’s debatable. “Really, you’re good to go.”

Yeonjun sighs, knowing that something’s clearly bothering you, but he’s already learned his lesson when it comes to pressing you on certain matters.

“Well, goodnight, then.” He pulls you into a hug and ruffles your hair before getting up. “I love you. Call me on your walk if you need to, or at least text me whenever you get home.”

And just like that, he’s gone and you’re left all alone. Tomorrow is sure going to be something, you think to yourself.

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[flourgirl]

Hi friends, long time no see!

Life update: I graduated from Yale with my degree in English. It was really hard and I was really sad but now I want to get back into writing for myself again.

I know this probably isn’t what most of you wanted, but if you happen to see this, I’ll be releasing a 12k+ word fanfic about Huening Kai from TXT!

It’s actually based on a draft from years ago about Harry Osborn x Reader, which if you squint in part one, you might be able to tell. Other than that, I think it’s very Peter Parker coded.

I’m not sure if I’ll do another Spiderverse fic any time soon, but there’s always the possibility. I hope you’ll continue to support me, and if not, I’m still grateful for all the love that was given to my writing!!!

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Anyone Else But You, a five-part series

It's starting to feel like you're the only person in the world that Huening Kai isn't best friends with, and you're determined to figure out why.

Part I: The Only Exception

Part II: Look After You

Part III: This is Me Trying

Part IV: Like or Like Like

Part V: The End of Beginning

A/N: Part I is coming soon!!! The entire fic is basically finished, I'm just adding some final touches <3

#peter parker fanfiction #peter parker x reader #sorry for tagging this wrong i just want people to know where i went

[flourgirl]

Everybody Talks

Part 1 to “Be My Mistake”

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader, Harry Osborn x Reader

Summary: Who’s going to tell Peter your little secret first—you or Harry?

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Reader has lots of anxiety, but nothing too intense happens.

"And what’s true for you Doesn’t have to be true forever And sometimes the truth isn’t always For the better" —The Truth, 36 Questions

Even though you’ve been together for almost two years now, Peter’s heart still does little cartwheels whenever he lays eyes on you.

His favorite thing is waking up beside you, so when Sunday rolls around and he’s getting out of bed early to go to his lab, he feels extra lucky to just sit and stare at you for a little bit. Softly snoring and curled up in all of the blankets you stole from him throughout the night, the sunlight dances across your shoulders and all he wants is to tell you how much he loves you. But the words have never come out of his mouth, or yours, and so things continue to go unsaid.

Peter is long gone by the time you wake up, but someone else has been occupying your brain space since yesterday. Harry Osborn lives only two doors down now, and you can’t wrap your head around what kind of sick little game he’s trying to play by following you here.

You decide that you won’t say a thing to him. Harry, that is. Peter’s going to have to find out that the two of you dated eventually, and it’s better that you tell him sooner rather than later. But the smug pretty boy, who’s probably expecting you, is getting nothing.

Nothing. Like the amount of eye contact he made with you despite clearly seeing you watch him go up and down the stairs several times. You knew he could afford a team of people to carry his absurd amount of things if he wanted, and the elevator was right there, but Harry was always the kind of guy who liked to show off.

When the two of you dated, from the end of high school into college, you had always felt like some prize that he had won. You were the poor, bookish girl on scholarship that managed to get swept off her feet by the rich kid who never even showed up to class. It was an unspoken truth that you would never be the prettiest girl to throw yourself at him, which led to the suspicion that maybe he liked that. He liked knowing that he could have anybody that he wanted, and he still chose to love you and only you.

You can’t be alone with your thoughts any longer, especially not cooped up in the tiny apartment that you share with Peter, who has somehow never been anything other than perfect. Sure, he misses out on a lot of your plans, but you’re okay with him saving people’s lives as long as he crawls into bed with you at the end of the day. No bad memories exist in this apartment—not yet—but still, you’ve got to get out of here for now.

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It all started with that damn phone call. Well, that’s what you tell Catherine, your best friend, as the two of you sit down at the campus coffee shop.

“He called me out of the blue last week—from a new number, of course. You know I don’t have his old one unblocked,” you huff, slouching down in your seat and reaching for another sip of your french toast latté. “And I didn’t pick up. I never answer when it’s a number that I don’t have saved.”

“So, how did you know it was him?” your former roommate asked, exuding the same always-calm energy that made the two of you such a good match.

“He left a voicemail. It was like, ‘Y/N, I’m sorry, I still love you. Please take me back, blah blah blah,’” you say in your best impression of Harry’s deep voice. Catherine giggles a little bit, unsure if it's funnier because it's so bad. “He’s so dramatic!”

“That sounds like someone else I know,” she starts, doing a fake thinking gesture that makes it more than obvious she’s talking about you. And you can’t even protest because she’s right.

You’re an open book who wears their heart on their sleeve. Combined with a complete lack of patience, a slightly too-loud inside voice, and your distinct nosiness, you’re basically a walking soap opera character.

“Whatever, you can roast me later.” You roll your eyes at her before leaning closer. “But right now I need you to tell me what to do.”

“Um,” she starts, her gaze briefly moving across the café before settling back onto you. “For starters, does Peter know?”

“No, not yet. I want to tell him, but I don’t know how to bring it up and I honestly kind of fucked up by pretending like I didn’t know Harry yesterday and I just don’t want Peter to get mad at me because I love him so much and—”

“Wait,” Catherine stops you. “Did you just say you love Peter?”

You take a second backtrack, replaying the words you just spewed out in your head. “Oh. Yeah, I guess I did.”

“And did you mean it?”

“I think so.” She smiles, and you feel the corners of your mouth perk upwards as well. It’s the first time you’ve ever sat down to think about it, but you love Peter Parker so much that you don’t know how it wasn’t clearer before this very moment.

“Well, then that’s the plan. Tell Peter the truth, including that you love him, and everything should be fine. If I know that boy even a little bit, he’s completely head over heels for you. Don’t worry, Y/N. Really, everything will be fine.”

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You’re practically giddy on the bus ride back home, ready to finally say the three words you’ve been keeping under lock and key for so long to your boyfriend. By the time you trudge up the three flights of stairs and make your way towards the front door, it’s already late in the afternoon and Peter should be home by now.

In fact, he’s exactly where you expected him to be—sitting on the couch, Smash Ultimate on the TV screen—except he’s not alone. An unwelcome head of perfect blond curls sits beside him, no doubt attached to the rest of the very person you don’t want to see, especially not now.

But the moment’s already been ruined for you. Your lovestruck grin melts off your face as you make your presence known, pretending to dig through your tote bag for something so you can pretend to not notice Harry.

“Y/N!” Peter squeaks, pausing the round and jumping up from the couch to give you an eager kiss on the cheek. “So, uh, we have a guest! And from what he tells me, the two of you already know each other.”

Before you can even ask, Harry stands up to greet you as well, offering a hand that you politely shake. His grip is a little too firm and the whole exchange lasts way longer than it should. “I just told him that we used to go to St. Bart’s together is all. I think we had a few classes together, not that I ever went to any of them.”

Peter and Harry laugh at this, and you join in, doing your best to play it cool despite your heart wanting to burst out of your chest. Harry’s voice is dripping in charm, his specialty when it comes to both friends and strangers alike. He manages to catch your eye for a split second, and you can tell he’s having fun. It’s always been about power for him.

“Is everything okay, Y/N?” Peter asks, his hand gently caressing your back as you snap out of your daze. Harry's already taken note of every time Peter has touched you for the five minutes you've been in the room.

You give a weak smile and nod, dropping your tote onto the couch in its usual spot. “I’m just tired. I’ve had a long day.”

“Me too,” he agrees, a small yawn escaping him. Harry has enough common sense and manners to understand that this means it’s time for him to go.

“Well, it was really great meeting you, Peter, but I think I should head out now,” he says, standing up and moving towards the front door. He and Peter do one of those little handshakes that you always see him do with Ned and you wonder if this is going to be a regular thing.

“Yeah, of course, man. Stop by anytime!” your boyfriend says in the same happy tone that you know and love. Except, now, those words hit you like a ton of bricks and suddenly you feel even sicker than before.

Before he leaves, Harry makes sure to do one last look at both of you and you know he can’t resist having the last word. “Oh, and Y/N, it’s always lovely to see you again.”

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[flourgirl]

Comeback Story

Prologue to “Be My Mistake”

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Everything seems perfect between you and Peter until someone moves in down the hallway.

Word Count: 400-ish

Warnings: Domestic bliss, but lots and lots of angst to come.

A/N: I’m a liar. I don’t know how many times I’ve said I’m done with my hiatus, but I felt inspired and so here’s a thing! Hope you stuck around and please enjoy <3

"Some like to imagine The dark caress of someone else, I guess any thrill will do" -Someone New, Hozier

From the moment he moves in, you feel the dynamic between you and Peter shift forever. Blonde curls frame an aggravatingly handsome face and you undoubtedly recognize the boy that’s moving in down the hall as Harry Osborn. If the Daily Bugle is right and he really has two billion dollars to his name, what the hell is he doing moving into your shitty apartment building?

You and Peter peek your heads outside of your door into the hallway, watching as he brings box after box up the stairs, and you wonder how he plans to fit everything into the tiny place.

“Maybe he owns the building,” Peter shrugs, leaving you to eavesdrop by yourself. It’s a Saturday morning and the two of you have no plans other than scrambling some eggs and working on the Animal Crossing island that you share. Homework wouldn’t become a priority until tomorrow night, when Peter would scramble to his lab and you’d sit at home, chipping away at your senior thesis.

You shut the door and peek over your boyfriend’s shoulder as he stirs the egg whites and yolks together, watching as they form small curds, just the way you like them. He actually prefers them sunny side up, but he loves you, and he’s too lazy to cook eggs two different ways, so that’s how breakfast is always made.

“I guess that would make sense,” you say, wrapping your arms around Peter’s waist and breathing in the clean scent of his t-shirt. It’s been your favorite smell ever since the two of you started dating. “But why live here?”

“Don’t worry about it, Y/N,” he sighs, making sure the stove is turned off before turning to kiss you on your forehead. “You’re too nosy. Very, very cute, but nosy.”

He’s right. You have a tendency to insert yourself into things that are none of your business, which is actually how the two of you met. But to be fair, between his loud grunts and the sounds of cleaning supplies crashing to the floor, somebody was bound to stumble upon Spider-Man changing out of his suit in the janitor’s closet. And Peter’s eternally thankful that it turned out to be the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes on.

But the domestic bliss between the two of you is starting to get boring. So, when your insanely rich, insanely handsome, and insanely still-in-love-with-you-as-of-last-week’s-phone-call ex moves in only two doors down from you, you’re not sure what to make of it.

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[flourgirl]

OMG, you are back! I was so sad because I thought you were gone forever. But here you are!

awww hi!! i'm glad to be back and hopefully i'll have something to post soon <3

[flourgirl]

Do you still need a prompt

yes please!!

[flourgirl]

thinking about… enemies to lovers slow burn…………..

i wanna come back to writing so badly someone send me a prompt or something please 🧍🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

[flourgirl]

i wanna come back to writing so badly someone send me a prompt or something please 🧍🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

#i’m alive #i miss peter #i can’t believe i’ve been gone for a YEAR #school is kicking my ass hehe <3

[flourgirl]

200 followers!!

literally thank you so much to everybody who has supported my work and has been so, so kind to me in this new endeavor of mine! i love all of you and i promise i’ll be back with something new soon (keep an eye out in the next couple of days). as always, my ask box is open if you have a request or just want to be friends :-)

take care,

ana <3

[flourgirl]

omg tysm for mentioning me i’m gonna cry!!! ❤️❤️❤️

writer year in review tag

hiii <3 so i saw a few mutuals on my main do this in another fandom and i thought it would be fun to do it on this blog as well so here is a new tag, sort of a 2020 wrap-up for content creators!

first creation and most recent creation of 2020

i think the first fic i posted here is wildest dreams and the last one is a drabble for the kissing prompts.

one of your favorite creations from 2020

borderline 😳 she is a whore but i had. a time. writing it and it gave me a good kick to start writing again

a creation you’re really proud of

ungodly hour!! i’m so excited to get back to writing this series after i finish the ridiculously long oneshot i’m writing rn. it’s unlike anything i’ve ever written before and i honestly almost stopped writing the first part halfway through bc i’m the type of person who puts a lot of pressure on myself and if something isn’t 1000% perfect, i stop. but i’m glad i pulled through and i’m psyched to write more of it.

a new style you tried this year and a fic that uses it

so many drabbles and blurbs this year. idek the difference between a blurb and a drabble but i’ve written so many <1k and 1k fics this year and it was really nice to not put a lot of effort, pressure and focus on long oneshots and just let go and write something freely :”)

a creation that took you forever

birdie… literally took a month and then i wrote the last 6k in one sitting help

your creation from 2020 that received the most notes

i think birdie also

a creation you think deserved more notes

hmmm i don’t know, i never expect any of my fics to “do well” bc i’m really harsh on myself </3 eldest daughter syndrome </3 so whenever i get asks or reviews in reblogs, i’m always genuinely surprised and they mean the world to me :(

a new fandom you joined and a creation you made for it

this one!! and it’s been overall so much fun :(

a creation you made that breaks your heart

i haven’t posted it yet but the fic that i’m writing rn is one of the angstiest i’ve ever created and i’m just stabbing myself in the heart over and over 😭 runner up is until the stars all fall down, my first ever mlm fic. it was just so sad even tho it’s like a comfort pic akfhjfhhd

a ‘simple’ creation that you really love

puppy love. honestly one of my favourite fics of all time. every time i reread it when i feel like a shit writer, it makes me so happy. also melted… just pure filth god bless

a creation that was inspired by another one

i don’t think any of my fics are overly similar so i’ll just say hittin’ her hay and hittin’ her hard even though they’re a mini-series 😭

a favorite creation created by someone else

oh my god i’ve read so many incredible works of art this year and… i know y’all already expect this answer from me bc i literally never shut up abt it… but the fame game by @duskholland *for the nth time* 2020 FOTY i can write a masters degree on tfg my god it gave me life. i would have never had the guts to start a series for my own had i not been astounded by tfg like hannah makes writing look so easy and she’s an amazing creator and a huge source of inspiration for me so…. your reminder to reread the fame game to end your 2020 on a high note

some of your favorite content creators from the year

HELLO in no particular order here are some of the greatest writers i’ve read this year @duskholland @marvelouspeterparker @geminiparkers @t-lostinworlds @worldoftom @ptersmj @blissfulparker @flourgirl @lauras-collection 

also shameless promo time i’m always looking for new fics to read so bls if you have any recs of your fics or others’ send them to me either on this blog or my fic rec one @yeeholland god bless

and for good measure, a couple more creations of yours that you love

sabotage <3 strawberries & cigarettes <3 dream a little dream of me

tagging: pretty much everyone i’ve tagged here is welcome to play the game and anybody else who wants to!!

#mom look! #i’m famous

[flourgirl]

You are amazing 🥺 I also love Taylor Swift and holy shit using all too well on that fic????? INCREDIBLE IDEA

awww thank you so much!! red is definitely my fav album, but fearless is a super close second (i’m definitely an old-school swiftie). i literally listened to all too well on repeat for hours while writing sick of losing soulmates, so i’m super glad you liked it ❤️

[flourgirl]

to celebrate the end of our lord’s year 2020 and a milestone i recently hit, i thought it would be fun to do a little fic bingo! i won’t be too sentimental, but i wanted to thank you all for making my 2020 more bearable. i know it’s been a hard year for us all and being on this blog helped alleviate some of it for me, so i’m very grateful to have found my place in this community! 💛

anyway, about the fic bingo! anyone and everyone is welcome to join, but please make sure to read the information on this post before signing up ☺️

Keep reading

#THIS SEEMS SO FUN????

[flourgirl]

hi friends <3 (updates + requests semi-open)

okay, so i know a lot of you don’t actually read my non-fic posts but i just wanted to say i appreciate each and every one of you. we’re almost at 200 followers! yay!

anyway, some things i have coming up are a second part to the unbelievers and a one-shot about peter and y/n being cast as love interests in a play written/directed by mj! like most of my stuff, they’re gonna be fluffy and angsty, so be on the lookout or send me an ask to be added to my taglist. 

lastly, if anybody wants to send requests and i’m into the concept, i might write it and tag you in the author’s note! i’d love to be more interactive with you guys! also: i’ve become hyper-aware of my overuse of speaker tags, so i’ll definitely be cutting back on those in future fics.

that’s all. bye lovelies!

#peter parker x reader #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker oneshot #peter parker imagine #peter parker fluff #peter parker angst

[flourgirl]

Sick of Losing Soulmates

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Months after you and Peter have broken up, you run into each other at Harry’s Christmas party.

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Both fluffy and angsty. Mentions of alcohol and sex. A mild amount of curse words.

A/N: I’m ALIVE! I hope you all are having a wonderful holiday season, and Merry Christmas to everybody that celebrates it! I am so happy to be able to share my work with all of you! Enjoy <3

“And maybe we got lost in translation Maybe I asked for too much But maybe this thing was a masterpiece Till you tore it all up” -All Too Well, Taylor Swift

He wasn’t supposed to be here. Harry had promised you that his roommate would be spending the holidays with May back in Queens. But here he was, wearing the sweater that you had given him last year with his arm snaked around another girl’s waist.

“Hey!” Betty grinned, throwing her arms around you. She had a half-empty glass of mulled wine that you could tell was doing a good job of getting her tipsy. “I’ve missed you so much, Y/N. We never see each other anymore.”

She pouted, a pair of reindeer antlers where her signature black headband usually sat. “Are you okay?”

“Oh, yeah,” you assured her, still staring at Peter effortlessly carrying the conversation with a bunch of people you didn’t recognize. “Uh, who’s the girl with Peter?”

“Gwen Stacy,” she muttered, obviously not a very big fan. You figured it was because there was only room for one preppy blonde girl, and Betty didn’t feel like sharing that position with anybody else. “Don’t worry though! It’s nothing serious. Peter actually hasn’t really dated anybody ever since the two of you…”

Her voice trailed off as you locked eyes with her, silently communicating for her to drop the subject. It was a relief to know that he hadn’t moved on, but the fact that he was wrapped up in a fling with somebody else still made your heart hurt.

“Come on, Y/N. I’m sure MJ and Ned would love to see you! They’re over in the kitchen.” She reached for your hand, dragging you along through Harry’s expertly decorated apartment. 

You dropped the box of cookies that you had baked on the counter before tapping MJ on the shoulder. She was turned away from you, lecturing Ned on why his secondhand Beyblades were not acceptable Christmas presents.

“Who the hell is touching me?” she snapped, turning around with a look on her face that told you she was ready to throw hands. “Holy fuck. Y/N! How long have you been here?”

MJ’s frown faded into a smile as she pulled you into a side-hug, her other hand busy nursing a glass of Harry’s infamously terrible eggnog. “Only a few minutes,” you laughed, your face smushed into her torso. 

“Hi,” Ned piped up, offering a small wave. You could tell he didn’t really know where he stood ever since his best friend basically ripped your heart out and threw it on the floor. Well, it wasn’t actually that dramatic, but he had a flair for exaggerating stories. “Remember me?”

“Of course, stupid,” you grinned, offering a fist bump that he happily accepted. “How could I forget those iconic fits of yours?”

“True,” he said, popping his collar and doing a little twirl that made Betty and MJ roll their eyes. “You look pretty fly too, though.”

“Thanks,” you replied, holding the edge of your dress as you curtsied, something you and Ned had made a habit of doing as the so-called best dressed members of the group.

“You two are just as ridiculous as ever,” Betty mused, happy to see you still fit in just as perfectly as when you were Peter’s girlfriend, even if you weren’t around as much.

The reunion was interrupted by the loud chatter of a certain couple, and your heart sank as you watched a very drunk Peter and Gwen stumble towards the kitchen, a giggling mess. They situated themselves under the archway that separated the two rooms, a piece of mistletoe conveniently hanging above them. 

You could tell that MJ was ready to put a stop to her friend’s embarrassing behavior, and the looks on Ned and Betty’s faces told you that they had no intentions of holding her back. 

“They’re so gross,” MJ complained, setting down her untouched cup before excusing herself to drag Peter out of his drunken makeout session. “I can’t believe he’d do that when you’re right here!”

“Wait, MJ,” you blurted, grabbing onto her wrist to stop her. She turned to face you, her eyebrows furrowed. “It’s okay. I don’t care about it. I’m just going to head to the bathroom, alright? I’ll be right back.”

You did your best to stop yourself from tearing up, although you realized you had made the utter mistake of forgetting that the very arch that Peter and Gwen were sucking each other’s faces under was the only way out of the kitchen.

Not even a few moments of you awkwardly standing next to them, occasionally clearing your throat, made them notice you. Eventually, the discomfort grew too heavy, and you tapped Peter on the shoulder. He finally pulled away from Gwen, her lipstick smudged across his mouth and a dazed look on his face.

Gwen whimpered at the loss of his kiss, obviously annoyed at the random girl that had just interrupted them. As soon as Peter recognized that it was you, he stepped away from her, wiping his mouth and fixing the hair she had been running her hands through, just like you used to.

“Y/N. I didn’t know that you’d be here,” he reasoned, a blush spreading across his face as a sense of regret settled into his stomach. 

“Obviously,” you sighed. This wasn’t the Peter you knew—the sweet, shy one that you had fallen in love with. “You guys are blocking the hallway, by the way.”

“Shit, sorry,” he stammered, stepping aside to allow you to pass in between them. He followed you, leaving Gwen irritated and confused as to who you were. “Y/N. Can we talk later?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. Nice sweater, though,” you quipped, not even turning back to meet his gaze before climbing the stairs towards the guest bathroom. Everything felt all too familiar, memories of you and Peter stumbling up the same steps after a date flooding your brain.

The first time Peter had kissed you was after MJ’s birthday party. Neither of you had been drinking, since you hated alcohol and Peter refused to touch any before he turned 21. This meant that you got to spend the whole night laughing at everybody else’s drunken mischief. 

In the middle of his performance of some Nicki Minaj song, Ned managed to spill a whole can of beer on you and Peter, which resulted in many cheers as the two of you ran to his room to grab a change of clothes. Shirts came off, confessions were made, and the party went on without you guys.

You took a deep breath, shutting the bathroom door behind you and sitting on the edge of the bathtub. If you had known Peter would end up being here, you would have never accepted Harry’s invitation. There were so many old wounds being opened up that you had spent months trying to heal, and you weren’t sure some stupid Christmas party was worth it. 

But you didn’t want to leave. It wasn’t fair how much the break up had stolen from you. All of your friends were here and you were tired of shying away from going out with them anymore because you were too scared to see Peter. Too scared that you would never be able to stop being in love with him.

By the time you rejoined the rest of your friends, Harry was announcing that it was time to start the game of White Elephant. You bit the edges of your fingernails as the party guests filed into Harry’s living room, hoping that Peter wouldn’t somehow pick your present.

“What’d you bring?” you asked Betty, squishing in next to her on the couch. 

“Gift card to In-N-Out,” she giggled, satisfied that her present could only be used on the other side of the country. “But Harry’s rich friends might not have any trouble flying their private jets to California, so maybe I’m not as clever as I thought.”

“Heard that,” Harry said, leaning behind you on the edge of the couch. He placed a quick kiss on your cheek, something the two of you had always done as friends but stopped once you started dating Peter. “Hey, Y/N. Glad you could make it.”

“Hey, you,” you replied, smiling back at him, your leg bouncing impatiently. “We doing this thing or what?”

“Yeah, yeah, give me a minute,” he laughed, running out of the room. Moments later, he came back wearing a fake beard and a Santa hat, complete with a miniature sack of toys. 

“Alright, boys and girls. Let’s get this game started! Hopefully you all know the rules, but I’ll repeat them anyway. I draw a name out of the sack, you pick a random present and open it up for everybody to see. The next person that goes can either steal your gift or pick a new one. If your gift gets stolen, you get to do the same. No stealing twice!”

The first couple of people you didn’t really know, and they had all pulled presents that were relatively uninteresting. A scented candle, toilet paper, a pair of socks. Nothing you really considered worth stealing, although Ned ended up taking a framed, autographed photo of Harry from MJ, which resulted in her stealing Gwen’s mini waffle iron.

By the time it was your turn, there weren’t many gifts left. Going with your gut, you grabbed the bag covered in glittering polar bears. Reaching past all of the tissue paper stuffed inside, you pulled out a red sweatshirt that you unfolded to see had a large graphic of Spider-Man printed on it. 

“Oh,” you said, a little confused. The only people you knew that wore stuff with the Avengers on it were little kids, but you figured that was part of the joke. “I mean, I prefer Captain America, but thanks, whoever this is from!”

Peter’s face blushed to a shade of red, amazed that out of all the presents, you picked his. The only issue was that you didn’t know that he was actually the guy on the front of it. Nobody except Ned knew, although he was sure that MJ and Harry had caught on to his secret identity by now.

“Okay, two people left. Jake, you’re up next, buddy,” Harry called out, happily bouncing around the room, his Santa hat now replaced with a baseball cap that had “I Love Ned!” embroidered on it. You watched nervously as he walked around the room, eyeing up all of the presents before settling on the tiny, golden box that you had placed under the tree when you first arrived.

“Let’s see what we’re working with,” he smirked. Your thoughts raced, immediately feeling a sense of regret over the gift you had picked. “Oh, shit. Sweet! I’ve got a date with Y/N!”

“Sup, baby,” Jake continued, his words slightly slurred. He pointed at you and winked, and you offered him a polite smile in return. “We’re gonna have a good time. Just name the time and place and I got you.”

“Awesome, congrats, man,” Harry said, obviously ready for the game to be over. It had been going for way longer than any of you had expected, mostly due to the fact that two girls wouldn’t stop arguing over a piece of rose quartz. “Okay, we’re nearly finished, guys. Peter, you’re up. Pick any of the gifts that haven’t been stolen yet, or the last one under the tree.”

You locked eyes with him, a familiar scowl on his face that told you he was thinking really hard about which gift to pick. His spidey-senses felt your heartbeat pick up as he walked around the room before stopping in front of Jake, who was busy gloating to his friend about how “hot” you were. Your face heated up as you watched Peter take the little note that you had written out of Jake’s hands, smugly gesturing for him to pick up the present under the tree.

He waved sheepishly at you, and you felt both relieved and angry at his decision. Did you want to go on that date with Jake? No. Were you still mad that, technically, you now had to go out with your ex-boyfriend? Yes.

The game ended and the party-goers dispersed throughout the apartment. You lingered in your spot on the couch, your arms crossed and heart full of mixed emotions. Peter, whose gaze never strayed from you, walked over to where you were sitting.

“We don’t actually have to go out,” he whispered, hoping that you’d actually look at him this time. “I just didn’t think you wanted to go out with that guy. He seemed like kind of an asshole.”

“Yeah, well, it would have been nice if you let me decide that. You’re not my boyfriend, anymore Peter. We aren’t even friends. You don’t get a say in who I go out on dates with,” you grumbled, your eyes focusing on everything in the room except for him.

Before you could say anything else, Peter had already grabbed you by the hand, dragging you away from the rest of the party. Strangely enough, you went along with it, a little curious to hear him out.

You started to remember your first date, and it was almost like you could hear his excited laughter after you finally managed to knock a pin down. It became a tradition that whenever you had something to celebrate, Peter would pick you up and twirl you around until you had to beg him to stop.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Peter slamming the door behind him and cornering you against it, his heartbeat racing. He had pulled you into the laundry room. “I can’t stand seeing you with anybody else,” he panted, eyes flickering down towards your mouth.

His hand pushed a piece of your hair behind your ear, and your breath hitched as you felt his rough fingertips against your skin. But before he could lean in to kiss you, you were ducking underneath his arm and backing away.

“Peter, we really shouldn’t,” you whispered, watching the disappointment wash over his face. No matter how much you wanted to kiss him, you just couldn't forget how he had broken your heart months ago. “It’s over, okay?”

“Y/N, please. I—”

“You what? You love me? Because last time we were together, I told you how much I loved you and you said that we should break up. Remember?” you cried, embarrassed at how you couldn’t control your emotions anymore. “You’re just… you’re too late.”

You fumbled with the door, slipping through the opening before rushing towards the balcony. As soon as the cold air hit you, a wave of relief washed over your body, and you laid your head against the metal railing. Your breathing slowed and time seemed to stand still as you watched the snowflakes flutter through the wind.

“Peter’s an idiot,” you heard a voice call out from behind you. You turned to see Harry holding an extra coat in his arms, and you started to wonder just how long you had been standing out there. He draped it over your shoulders before leaning next to you against the balcony’s edge.

“Huh?” you asked, wondering if he knew what had just happened. You looked at him, the multicolored Christmas lights reflecting off his shiny hair. “What do you mean?”

“He’s stupid for ever letting you go,” he remarked. He had a look in his eyes that made you unsure of what he actually meant. “I mean, look at you. You’re so beautiful, and smart, and funny. And if he was dumb enough to throw all of that away, then yeah, Peter’s an idiot.”

“Oh, thanks, I guess,” you shrugged, your voice faint under the music that was still playing inside. You looked at him, his cheeks a rosy hue, which you couldn’t tell was from the cold or whatever he was trying to tell you.

“You know, I used to have the biggest crush on you,” Harry admitted, laughing a little bit at how nervous he was. Everybody knew that he was a player, so being flustered over a girl was uncharted territory for him. “I never told you this, but you were my first kiss.”

“Wait, really?” you asked, a little shocked at his confession. “But I thought you kissed Sarah Emerson on the playground in the fifth grade?”

“Nope. I was just a liar,” he grinned, running a hand through his hair. “It was right before our eighth grade formal, when you asked me to teach you how to kiss because you were scared that Jeremy Pellegrino was going to try and french you.

“Oh! I forgot all about that,” you laughed, suddenly remembering just how long you and Harry had been friends. “Hold on a second... You gave me kissing lessons without knowing how to kiss!?”

“Guilty,” Harry chuckled as you punched him on the arm. “Ow! Damn, Y/N. When did you get so strong?”

“I have a lot of rage,” you mumbled before the two of you burst out into laughter, which slowly faded into a comfortable silence. 

“You don’t feel that way anymore, right?” you wondered out loud. Harry looked at you, smiling softly.

“No, not anymore,” he affirmed, and you let out a sigh of relief. You knew what it felt like to love someone and not be loved back. “I think what really helped me get over it was seeing how happy you and Parker were when you were dating.” 

“He misses you a lot,” Harry continued, his tone more serious than before. “He keeps this scarf that you left behind under his pillow because it still smells like you. I found out because he was having a pretty bad dream one night and I had to try really hard to calm him back down. And we both thought Gwen would help him move on and get his mind off of you, but I think she only made him realize just how much he still loves you—”

“Harry,” you interrupted, cutting his rambles short. “Why are you telling me all of this?”

“Because you and Peter should be together.”

“You think so?” you asked him, pulling the jacket tighter to keep you warm.

“Yeah. We all do.” It took only seconds for Harry to realize his fumble, accidentally admitting that the whole thing had been planned by him and your friends.

“We?” Your frowned, all of the coincidences from tonight suddenly making much more sense. “Wait, did you know that Peter was going to be here tonight all along?”

“Uh… yeah, about that. MJ, Ned, and I have kind of been pulling a Parent Trap on you guys.”

“HARRY!” You glared inside to see them not-so-secretly watching the entire exchange from behind the Christmas tree. Ned did some awkward finger guns, which MJ immediately swatted down. “I am so going to get you guys!”

You marched inside to where your friends were attempting to hide, the rest of the party guests too drunk and oblivious to notice what was happening. 

“The eagle has left the nest. I repeat, The eagle has left the nest!” Ned yelled, ducking behind MJ, who was already shielding herself with a throw pillow.

“What’s going on?” Betty whined, half-asleep on the couch. “Is this that stupid plan about Peter and Y/N?”

“It’s not stupid!” Harry grumbled, his voice cracking a little bit. You could hear MJ snorting about it from her hiding spot. “Whatever, Michelle.”

“Shut up!” she shouted back.

“No, you!” he said, crossing his arms and standing his ground.

“Make me,” MJ said, narrowing her eyes and shooting daggers at him.

“Uh, guys. This isn’t about you two,” Ned interrupted, snapping them out of their mini argument. There was a weird tension between them that you just knew you would have to address some time in the future.

“Right,” MJ continued, sticking a middle finger up at Harry before turning to you. “Y/N. You should go talk to Peter.”

You nodded, exchanging hopeful looks with each of your friends before walking away. They might be dramatic goofballs, but you loved them so much that you didn’t really care.

Wandering around the party, you spotted Peter trapped in a conversation with Brad Davis, who was explaining his conspiracy theories about the Denver Airport and its demonic horse statue.

“So, all I’m saying is that they’re totally planning the end of the world over there. I mean, the Freemasons built an entire bunker for when they activate the nukes!” he rambled, Peter politely nodding along to his nonsense.

“Hey,” you said, tapping Brad on the shoulder and batting your eyelashes at him. “Can I borrow Peter?”

“Uh, yeah, totally, Y/N,” he stuttered, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards into a smirk. You could smell the peppermint Schnapps on his breath.

“Great. Thanks, Brad!” you smiled, grabbing Peter’s hand and pulling him towards the staircase. By the time you made it to his bedroom, he had already asked what was going on about ten times.

“Why’d you dump me?” you asked, the two of you sitting together on the edge of his bed, your knee brushing against his. He could tell you were wasting no time in getting to the point. “Be honest.”

He stared at the floor, unsure of how to answer your question. You reached for his hand, running your thumb across his knuckles until he looked up to see you smiling at him. His eyes were starting to water. “Just tell me, Peter. It’s okay.”

“I was scared,” he admitted, his voice breaking. “I was scared of how much I love you. I mean, Liz was just a crush, and Gwen was a hookup. I’ve only ever loved you, Y/N. Before we met, I had to watch May’s heart break day after day when we lost Uncle Ben, and when I realized how much I loved you... I just wasn’t sure if I could handle ever losing you like that. And so I felt like I needed to protect you from all of the people who would want to hurt you.”

“Hey, Peter. Calm down. I’m right here,” you whispered, wiping a tear from his face. You watched as his breathing slowed, eventually evening out. “Why would anybody want to hurt me?”

“Because…” he started, hesitating a little bit. “Because I’m Spider-Man.”

Your eyes grew big as you mulled over what he had just said. “Are you being serious right now?”

He nodded, feeling a weight lift from his chest. Your eyes followed him as he walked over to his closet, digging around through piles of clothes before he found what he was looking for.

“Holy shit,” you breathed out. Peter was holding up Spider-Man’s suit. His suit. The sweatshirt from earlier made a lot more sense now.

“I would never lie to you,” he said, folding it up and sitting back down. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I thought I was doing the right thing—that you’d be safe—but I was so stupid. I, uh, I think about you all the time. I worry whether you’ve gotten home alright and how your little brother’s doing and if your mom got the promotion that she wanted and—”

You cut him off with a kiss, something you had been dying to do ever since you shut his bedroom door. “I forgive you,” you sighed, gently playing with his hair.

Peter stared back at you, a grin slowly spreading across his face. “Does this mean that we’re back together?”

“Yep,” you confirmed, before leaning into another kiss. And another. And another.

“Wait,” Peter said, breaking away from you. “I have a present for you. It’s actually from when we first started dating, but I was waiting until Christmas to give it to you.”

He moved to his desk, digging through one of the drawers before pulling out a flash drive. “Here it is,” he smiled, dropping it into your hand. It had your name scribbled on it next to a cat sticker. “It’s a playlist. Of all the songs that make me think of you. I think it’s got around a hundred on there?”

“Wow,” you beamed, marveling at the little piece of plastic in your hand. “You’re making me look bad. I didn’t get you anything.”

“Not true. You owe me a date, remember?” he reminded you, wiggling his eyebrows and pulling you into his lap.

“You’re right. Let me think,” you hummed, running through all the ideas of what the two of you could do. “Oh! I got it. The Central Park Squirrel Census for this year just got released. What if we analyzed the data? You could do the wrangling and I could do the visualizations!”

“I love you so much,” he laughed, pressing a kiss onto the tip of your nose. You giggled as Peter buried his face into your shoulder, his grip around your waist tightening. “But you are such a nerd.”

“I’m your nerd, Parker,” you agreed, leaning further into his embrace. “Always have been and always will be.”

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[flourgirl]

When will part 2 of the unbelievers series be out? 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

hi!!! i’m FINALLY finished with this semester, so hopefully i’ll be posting a few things i’ve been working on soon. the unbelievers seemed pretty unpopular, so it’s been on the back burner, but i’ll make sure to release a new part in the next couple of weeks just for you 🥰

[flourgirl]

wow omg i just found your acc and your writing is soooo soo so so insanely good just want to say i love it sm 🤍🤍🤍

hi!!! thank you so much! i’m so overwhelmed with the positive feedback i’ve been getting and when i hear how much you guys like my silly little stories it makes me so happy ❤️

[flourgirl]

wait did someone ACTUALLY recommend my work?? i’m gonna cry ilysm thank u anon <3

Hooked On A Feeling

Pairing: Peter Parker x telepath!Reader

Summary: When another competitor at the quiz bowl championships confronts you about using your telepathic powers to cheat your way to victory, you immediately recognize him as Spiderman.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Fluffy flirting and one sorta-curse word.

A/N: This was originally going to be the first part of a series, but my friend and I thought this ended on a good note after I wasn’t feeling it. Enjoy! :-)

“If you would open up your heart Drop your weapons, drop your guard Just a little trust is all it takes” -Give a Little, Maggie Rogers

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