#Readers POV

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#10 matt 🥹

❝𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞❞

this jumps back and forth from third to first person i didn’t specify when but it just makes sense in my head writing it this way sorry if that bugs you

ps. white cat is you, orange cat is matt

i huff as i yank my hoodie off and chuck it at the end of the sofa for what felt like the 100th time in the last hour, nearly smacking chris with it, leaving me in my tank top.

“for fucks sake” i grumble, too focused on how warm i am to think anyone’s paying attention.

“easy now. watch were you’re throwing things you’re gonna take my eye out” chris overexaggerated.

“it’s a sauna in here i feel like i’m gonna combust”

chris chuckles and shakes his head, turning his attention back to the movie that took ages for us all to agree on watching. chris and nick were far too engrossed in the movie to care about the antics going on in the corner of the sofa. little did you know matt has had his eye on you all night watching as you fuss with your hoodie, being too distracted to pay attention to the movie. when you all sat down to start the movie matt kept a slight distance between you two sensing something was bothering you, unsure if it was something he did or if you were just overwhelmed and couldn’t get comfortable. either way he didn’t want to make it worse for you. seeing how much you’ve been fidgeting in the last hour finally made him pipe up.

“sweetheart is something bothering you? you haven’t been able to sit still for the past hour. please tell me so i can help you” matt asked just loud enough for you to hear but not loud enough for his brothers to hear, not wanting their yelling for him to shut up to make you more uncomfortable than you already are.

“can’t get comfortable” i mutter.

“is the hoodie not comfy? you can have mine if you want”.

“s’okay i’m just annoyed i’m warm with it on but after a while i’m cold without it then i get too warm if i put it back on” i exasperate. “i can’t decide if i’m hot or cold”

without a word matt reaches towards me and places the back of his hand on my forehead. i look up at his hand before looking at him inquisitively.

“yeah you’re hot” he says with a stupid grin on his face and a little chuckle.

“i already knew that” i quip. “i’m warm? what does that mean? do you think i’m sick?” i start rattling off questions, dreading the thought of being sick.

“i actually have no idea how to tell by your forehead. my mom used to do that to us figured i’d give it a shot”

“well i’m still hot and cold and it’s really starting to piss me off if i can’t get comfortable” i huff.

matt holds his finger up to me letting me know he’ll be back. seconds later he returns with a ringed it wet rag he ran under cold.

“scooch over i’m coming in”

i make room for him to lie down before placing half my body onto of his with my head on his chest. his hands delicately gather my hair and brush it over my shoulder, clearing my neck. he places a kiss to my head before placing the cool cloth on my neck letting it rest there for a while before gently rubbing it across my bare back, cooling me down. when i got cold he pulled a fuzzy blanket lover top of us, hugging me closer to him as his one blanket covered hand rubbed across my back keeping me warm. he kept this up for the rest of the movie, cool cloth and blanket for whatever you were feeling.

“thank you matt. i love you” i whisper, giving him a squeeze.

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Chosen

It wasn't supposed to end this way;

With heavy betrayal hanging in the air.

One year and a single day,

This isn't something I think she can bear.

🖤

A thousand promises broken.

Trust isn't a common currency here.

Soo many feelings unspoken,

And that's how it'll remain for the next seven years.

🖤

You wanted power,

You wanted safety and revenge.

You achieved it all with your soul devoured;

A black heart, unable to repent.

🖤

I didn't want it to end like this;

With him betrayed and you broken.

I had put all my hopes on a kiss,

But you chose the choices you've chosen.

~🖤~🖤~🖤~🖤~

~My pov~

Hello loves, my exams are finally rounding up and I can breathe. I have soo many poems I wanna share with y'all and insha'Allah I will. This is inspired from the first book of the folk of air series; CRUEL PRINCE🖤

Hope you like it. Tell me if you'd like poems from the remaining books yeah?

Next poem: Juggler

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Hiiii I just read your fyodor fic and I love it🎀 and I would like to request fyodor x reader based on "spiracle" by flower face, I think the song fits him perfectly. Maybe you can write it from reader's POV, she's a little obsessed with Fyodor but it's one soded kind of. Also can you make it a little angsty please

And sorry for my bad English it's not my first language

𝖲𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗅𝖾

𝖯𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: 𝖥𝗒𝗈𝖽𝗈𝗋 𝖣𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗒𝖾𝗏𝗌𝗄𝗒 𝗑 𝖲𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖮𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽! 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋.

𝖠/𝖭: 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗆𝗀! 𝖠𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖥𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝖥𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇! 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀! ♥︎ 𝖡𝗍𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖯𝖮𝖵, 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗅�� 𝖻𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾, "𝖨," 𝖺𝗇𝖽 "𝖬𝗂𝗇𝖾," 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗅𝗈𝗅! 𝖤𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒!

𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖯𝖮𝖵: 𝖳𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝖨'𝗆 𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍.

𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗇, 𝖥𝗒𝗈𝖽𝗈𝗋, 𝖨'𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖨 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖨'𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍'𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌. 𝖧𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗌, 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖨 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖡𝗎𝗍, 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾, 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗌, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋. 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅, 𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨'𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝖽𝗅𝗒, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾𝖽. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗍, 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌, 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗈𝗉𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖨 𝖼𝗋𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖨 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉, 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌, 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽.

𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾.

𝖨'𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗈𝗋.

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Against All Stereotypes

Thank you to my brain for this idea

Summary: Who would have thought of a Nerd and a Popular Girl being friends?

Paring: Peter Parker x Reader

Warning: yelling, kissing, fluff, stereotypes?

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First day of high school! You can imagine most people would be excited, at least that’s what all the movies and TV show say. But when you walked a day in your shoes, no one would be exciting about first days (especially at school).

Now, walking through the front doors was an adrenaline rush, don’t get me wrong, but once you got inside, you realized just how diverse high school can be (like you needed one more thing in your life right now).

No one truly knew how or why people tended to be so stuck in their own little groups, but that’s just kinda how high school worked. Every group came with their own set of rules.

The Gossip Girls made a rule with the Pretty Perfectionist that they wouldn’t cross paths, between the two groups there was a lot of diversity (even though they were basically the same, but don’t say that to their faces. They will get offended).

Now the Nerds and the Jocks on the other hand, they were two totally separate people. Nerds were the ones everyone stayed away from, but the Jocks, now they had a different story. The Jocks were pretty much who everyone wanted to be, and if you were a Jock, oh man would you get girls. And of course, like any high school movie cliché ever, the popular girls (meaning the Pretty Perfectionist and the Gossip Girls) went for the Jocks. Common knowledge of course.

The nerds, well, you can imagine how that went. Every single Nerd, for the most part, was sure they were in love with one of the popular girls, and all ended up getting rejected.

And then you had your common denominators, which was a horrible name. The common denominator consisted of the kids who weren’t popular but wouldn’t be considered nerds. There were several different groups of people within the common denominators, but everyone just referred to them as a whole (it was just easier that way).

You just so happened to land in this ‘common denominator’ group, but that didn’t last for long.

You quickly made friends with a lot of the Pretty Perfectionist (thanks to your looks), and started hanging out with them, becoming one of them yourself. You never liked to refer to yourself as a perfectionist, but you weren’t gonna deny that you were pretty.

You had self-esteem, self-confidence, and bit of an ego. Which was good, but honestly sometimes it wasn’t.

In middle school, you were always referred to as different, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. You just called yourself unique. You didn’t care about what people thought of you, what you looked like, who you dated, or boys period. But after hanging out with the Pretty Perfectionists, all that sadly changed.

Were you proud that you had become a snobby know it all, who cared about what other people thought and what you looked like? No, as a matter of fact, you kicked yourself every day for letting yourself go. But no matter how hard you tried, there was nothing you could do about it. That was who you were now, and you weren’t sure if anyone could ever change that.

You were walking to your first class of the day with Liz, one of your best friends, zoning out as usual. You zoned out a lot (especially since it hit you that you had changed), which the girls thought was really weird. Most of the time when they talked to you, they had to repeat themselves because guess what you were doing… overthinking and zoning out.

After realizing that you had forgotten your notebook (because who remembers those?), you dashed away from Liz, quickly picking up your pace as you neared your locker. The thing about running, in your chase just quickly walking, in the halls was that no one payed attention, leaving them to bump into you. Stupid phones.

Following one extremely hard blow, you were falling, slowly but surely falling to the ground. But before you could hit it, someone caught you.

As you looked up, looking into the chocolaty brown eyes of non other then Peter Parker, you realized your situation. Everything had happened so fast. You didn’t really have time to realize that you had fallen until you locked eyes with Peter as he helped you stand back up.

“Thank you” you said, still staring straight into his eyes. You were quick to notice of the light red that was now displayed on his cheeks.

“It’s no problem really, I’m just sorry I bumped into you” Peter said, rubbing the back of his neck. He quickly realized that he hadn’t actually told you his name, considering this was the first time you had spoken.

“I’m Peter by the way, Peter Parker” he added as he lowered his hand, stuffing it in the pocket of his hoodie were he had recently played the other one.

“I know” you said, making it known to him that you were well aware of who he was. He looked shocked as you revealed that you knew him. He wanted to ask you your name, but quickly stopped when you answered his question before he could ask it. “I’m Y/n”

“Can I ask how you know my name? Or is that weird?” He asked, still shocked a popular girl knew his name and was talking to him.

“No it’s fine, I’ve seen you, Ned, and Mj in the halls before. They tend to say your name a lot, and your not the best whispers” you told him as you giggled at his stunned reaction.

“I just don’t ever talk to you because the girls don’t really want me talking to guys, no offense, but especially Nerds… which is what they call you and your friends. I’m pretty sure if they saw us talking right now, they would have a heart attack” you added the last part with another giggle, seeing that Peter was laughing at your comment about ‘the girls’.

“Well, I don’t really wanna give anyone a heart attack, and don’t wanna get you in trouble with them…” he was still laughing, but you could tell he meant what he said.

“It’s ok, I’m not scared of them honestly. Spend a day with them you’ll realize just how stupid they are. They probably haven’t even noticed I’m gone” you said as you motioned Peter over to your locker so you could grab the notebook you came for.

You and Peter talked all the way to class, after finding out you had the same class in the morning (how had you never noticed him before?). You made sure to let Peter go in the class first, you coming in 30 seconds later, to make sure Liz didn’t suspect anything (not that she was smart enough to anyway).

Class went on for what felt like an eternity, but in reality it was only 45 minutes. After class, Liz headed off to her second class and you went to find Peter (you pretty much had the same schedule, only two classes that were switched, but the rest in common).

The rest of the day was boring, even though all you could think about was Peter, and the homework you had no idea how to do. Thankfully Peter had given you his number. Oh thank the lord for Peter Parker and his ability to listen.

You called Peter after school, asking him questions about himself as you worked on your homework over FaceTime (which for him was letting you stare at his ceiling as you talked).

“So, I’ve been meaning to ask, why are you so afraid of the ‘popular girls’?” You added, making sure to add air quotes to popular girls.

“Oh, I’m not afraid of them, I’m just… i don’t know, they’re popular?” He said, making more of a question then a statement. At that you laughed which, even though you couldn’t see it, made Peter smile.

“Oh really? Is that so? What an amazing and detailed answer Peter“ you gave him fake applause, making him brush out laughing, causing you to laugh as well.

The rest of your FaceTime call was much of the same. You’d ask him a question, he’d give a dumb answer, and you’d both laugh. Peter was a funny guy, even though he would never admit it. Peter only made jokes around people he knew and trusted, knowing he wouldn’t be judged for it.

From that day forward, you and Peter started to hang out, and quickly become best friends (even if Liz, Betty, Emma, Grace, and Hannah, the popular girls, were against it).

As time went on you told the girls about Peter, feeling comfortable with the fact that they were gonna freak out. And just as you thought, they freaked.

“WHAT?!”

“You’ve got to be kidding”

“Who?”

“Wait! Not the Nerd!”

“When did you start hanging out with him?”

The entire caffeine went silent, turning to look in the direction of the table you were sitting at.

“Guys! I told you know to make a big deal out of this!!” You said holding your head in your hands as you looked down at the table, questioning why you had expected them to be normal about this. I mean, you knew who you were talking to.

“How do you expect us to not make a deal out of this?!? Your hanging out with- with a Nerd” Liz lowered her voice as she spoke, getting more quiet with every word. Everyone eventually lost interest, turning back to their own tables, bringing back the normal loudness of the caffeine.

“Ok, you know what… I can’t do it. If you guys are gonna make such a big deal about who I hang out with, I’m leaving” you said as you got up and walked over to Peter’s table (which was on the other side of the caffeine, thank the lord), plopping down right beside him.

Ned was the first to speak. “So… that went well”

“If you call getting yelled at by people you knew would do that, after you telling them you hang out with people who aren’t them. Then sure, it was great” you stated sarcastically, leaning into Peter‘s arm, him grabbing your hand under the table, rubbing his thumb gently across the back of it as you intertwined your fingers.

“I know they can be jerks, but honestly a scene like that? Like if I told you I was hanging out with one of them, would your first reaction be ‘WHAT?!? ARE YOU CRAZY?!’? Like I just don’t understand what’s wrong with them!” You asked, placing your head on Peter’s shoulder.

“I’m so done with them” you mumbled, making your statement only audible to Peter.

You went to Peter‘s apartment after school, venting about the girls the whole way. For some reason you always felt better after venting, but then again, didn’t everyone?

After doing what felt like 7000 pages of homework, you and Peter decided to watch Star Wars, which you had only seen once before when Peter wanted to have a Star Wars movie marathon with you, Ned, and Mj, who ended up falling asleep.

The breeze in the room had given you chills, running down your spine as you grabbed a blanket. But Peter, noticing that you were cold, gently pulled you closer to him, throwing the blanket over the two of you once you were settled.

“This better?” He asked, looking down at your little face that he wanted so badly to kiss.

You were quick to respond with a small nod, your eyes leaving Peter‘s for a split second to examine his lips, which didn’t go unnoticed by him. He blushed slightly but smiled. You just looked so adorable in his arms, it was hard for him to not give into his urge kiss every part of your face.

You had so many butterflies in your stomach, it would have been impossible to count them. But non the less, they only multiplied when Peter finally gave into his urge, softly kissing you. You were surprised at first, but quickly got used to the feeling of his lips on yours and kissed him back.

When you pulled away, an interesting silence fell over the room, but you were the first to break it.

“Who would have thought Peter Parker knew how to kiss?” You asked, sounding completely genuine, which made Peter chuckle under you.

“Yea, well who would have thought one of the most popular girls at school would kiss a Nerd?” He replied, smiling like a dummy.

“Definitely not stereotypical” you added, looking deep into Peter‘s eyes. You could get used to that.

“Better yet, who could’ve thought about a Nerd and a popular girl being boyfriend and girlfriend?” Peter questioned, smirking.

“I’ve never heard of such a thing” you answered connecting your lips once again.

Who would have known that the day you told Liz, Betty, Emma, Grace, and Hannah about Peter could result with the beginning of you and Peter‘s relationship?

Not stereotypes, that for sure.

[jaeyleo]

I HOPE IM NOT TOO LATE but

Whumpee's head in someone's lap and "I'll be good! i promose!" With corrupt Morus and Reader? 👀

this is sooo old anon i am holding your hands in my hands and hoping you still see this 🥲🫶

a little something while you wait for part 10 of locks or keys, or for those interested in my other works <3!

cws: reader's pov, reader is whumpee, non human whumper, corrupted!marvin au, blood, mentions of torture, knife, non sexual noncon touching, intimate whumper ?? i think?? let me know if i should add more!

. . .

Your bones are chilled to your core.

Blood seeps out of open wounds, glistening in the light like stars in a deep sky. You're so cold, so shakey, so afraid. Your captor kneels beside you, hands roaming over your skin to sink into the cuts and bruises he's made into your flesh. You can't help the whimpers and yelps that crawl up your throat. You just wish you had enough strength left to push him or yourself away.

Pearl eyes stare at the ground while he discovers what's happening to you with his hands. Blood, he feels. Flesh, he feels. Trembling, bone, vessels, nerves, hair standing up on end. Soaked shirt. Tears. Warm face. Warm breath.

He drifts his hands to find the knife again. In a moment of panic, you try to shove yourself off the ground. You get up to your elbows before he snatches your hair, dragging you down so your head meets his lap. He looks down at you, but his eyes see nothing.

"Don't go," he says gently. His hand relaxes in your hair to pet, to soothe. The knife comes to your throat, positioned over your carotid artery. Is he going to kill you?

"Please," you sob, tears dripping hot and fat behind your ear. "I'll be good, I promise, just-- p- please."

Marvin tilts his head. He drapes his hand around your neck to feel the thump, thump, thump, in the vessels. Your heart beats like a rabbit staring at a snake in their burrow. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, only death wrapping itself tight around your body. Only your captor wrapping fingers gentle around your throat.

"I'll be good," he mimics you, whispering. "I'll be good."

He keeps one hand on your pulse, while the other explores the seams of your clothes with the blade.

[ilovelivelaugh]

The urge to create a time and space machine, so i can travel anywhere i can. Maybe even a universe(s) one too. You’ll see me going from TVDU to MCU.

[stars-and-clouds]

HE DIDN'T WANT TO LET GO HE DIDN'T WANT TO LET GO HE DIDN'T WANT TO LET GO!!! -screams-

[twinkletfout]

It's only normal to feel like this, Gojo is your boyfriend after all but he has been acting real weird recently, not giving you the attention you wanted. Because its only normal for him to be always touchy and showering you with kisses, and the way he fucks you real good, every night. But he has been.. neglecting you, what is his intention?

Another day passed, still nothing, he would give you a normal peck on your lips before leaving for work not like how he used to bend you over the kitchen counter and gets a quickie before he leaves. God, this was eating you alive, you didn't want to admit it, not to him. But he is so, so tempting.

Like any other normal day, he was about to leave as he leaned in for a goodbye kiss, but you hoped if it would be something more than a good bye kiss. He gave a small peck as he pulled back saying, "bye, baby, Ill see—" before he could finish you grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him so hard as you smashed your lips back into his lips. Pushing him on the counter as you desperately fumbled on the buttons of his shirt. You swore you could feel him smirking as he kissed back.

You both pulled away panting, a hint of anger evident on your face as you glared at his face, as he stuck his tongue out playfully. "That was so not like you" a mocking smile on his face as he looked at you with drunken eyes, clearly enjoying this. "You wanted this, didn't you?" You said as you pressed your body against his, one of your hands on the counter. You squeezed the obvious bulge growing on his pants as he let out a painful groan. "Ugh— shit" his breath hitched as he felt your touch, as you squeezed hard "dont— nnghmmn" he whimpered, his brows frowning as his hips bucked forward as you felt the growing wetness spreading under your touch. You looked up to meet his gaze. You never in your life imagined a man could make a face like the one in front of you right now. Face flushed, sweat dripping down his temple, tongue slightly darting out, brows knitted together. Your thighs instinctively clenched at the sight.

'God, did this guy seriously come inside his pants just from your touch?!'

[sigh-tofm]

if you wear glasses …

… price

- makes sure you always feel beautiful, especially if you’re just starting out or feel insecure with them on. kisses the bridge of your nose and your forehead. wears his own reading glasses when he’s working on reports or just puttering around the house. sits with you on the veranda, hand in hand, reading quietly while the sun sets. both of you wearing your glasses.

… kyle

- forgets you wear them and sometimes kisses you so fervently that your combined breath fog them up. you giggle as he picks them off your nose and neatly deposits them on a free surface. you continue kissing him and to make it fair, kyle turns off the lights so he too needs to rely mostly on touch the rest of the evening. turns out touch is all either of you need.

… johnny

- has broken them on more than one occasion. he’s cracked the glass and bent the frame, and it has happened both during playful wrestling matches and, uh, intimate wrestling matches. visiting the optician to pick out a new pair becomes a bi-annual afternoon date for you two. johnny always pays and isn’t even ashamed to admit out loud what he’s done while your cheeks heat and you look anywhere but at the optician.

… ghost

- always makes sure they’re clean. once you take them off to sleep, shower or just rub your eyes, he steals them away (sometimes right from your fingers or even nose if you’ve managed to get something on the glass while cooking). first uses an alcohol wipe and then dries them off with a soft linen cloth bought especially for that purpose. does not let you clean them yourself. likes to make your life easier when he can.

[sttoru]

“c’mon, megumi. tell me what’s botherin’ ya.” satoru pouts at megumi, his arm thrown around the boy’s shoulders. you watch the scene unfold with a tense smile.

megumi was exhausted from school, training and so much more. the teenager’s patience was wearing thin. especially with satoru almost pressuring him into telling you both what’s weighing on his mind. when all he wants is to be left alone at the moment.

the tone satoru’s using to talk to megumi only pisses the high schooler off more and more. it’s fatherly. like he’s still the little child satoru took in and cared for. it pissed megumi off, along with everything else;

“you’re not my dad, so stop fucking acting like you are!”

you freeze. satoru freezes. megumi freezes. time freezes. the silence was deafening. no one was moving. your eyes flicker over to satoru’s and your heart shatters in a million pieces.

satoru’s hurt. so hurt. it’s visible and he’s not hiding it — not hiding it like he usually would behind a wide grin. his blindfold and glasses aren’t there to hide the way his face falls either.

“i know.” satoru whispers. his voice lost its cheery tone, his eyes have lost their spark. the sorcerer slowly distances himself from megumi. a bitter chuckle leaves his lips. a futile attempt to hide his shaky voice, “i know.”

all you could do is stand there in shock. megumi doesn’t know what to do after his little outburst either. and satoru. . . well, satoru is the first one out of the room. you hear his breath hitch as he walks past you. you see his eyes twitch. the strongest, in tears.

[luckydrunk]

[ The constellation 'Demon King of Salvation' is looking at you ]

[thetriplets3]

"you never have to worry about me leaving" w matt?

like, reader had just gotten into it w her parents and they said something along the lines of, "you're unlovable, just wait till that little boyfriend of yours leaves." or smth like that

please and thank you !! 😊😊

❝𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠❞

again i hope this makes sense and that it’s what you wanted

warnings: bad relationship with parents arguing with parents, negative thoughts, relationship doubts, i think that’s all

my parents and i have never seen eye to eye on things, they constantly find things to start arguments about but they never go this far or personal.

“you’re insufferable how does that boyfriend of yours deal with you? you’re exhausting to be around i’m shocked he hasn’t left you yet it’s only a matter of time!” my parents yell, faces red with anger.

this has gone on for so long i don’t even know why they started yelling in the first place, i just zoned out, my thoughts wandering to their words.

how could my parents say that to me? if i’m so insufferable and unloveable to be around why am i even here? am i that much of a burden on everyone? why does anyone keep me around? they probably just feel bad for me. does matt even love me or is it pity? is he just playing me? when will he leave me? why hasn’t he yet?

without thinking i quickly stood up and made my way to my car not even thinking to put shoes on, my mind solely focused on getting out of here. silently i drive to matt’s house, no music, no tears, no thoughts just feeling numb.

i could see matt watching me as i sit in my car with my head slumped against the steering wheel trying to collect myself before going inside. he never left his window, sensing something was wrong he allowed me space to come in when i was ready to.

getting out of the car i let out a sigh and take a deep breath of fresh air in as i make my way to their apartment, letting myself in. giving nick and chris who were in the living room a small hello i headed straight for matt’s room. softly i knock on his door waiting for permission to enter.

“come in baby” he calls out.

he had closed the blinds and turned on his LED lights to blue, knowing i prefer softer lights. he was sitting in bed with his back against the headboard, duvet pulled back, and arms open ready for me to crawl into.

“i’m glad you’re here, i missed you, love. i was gonna text you to see if you wanted to come over and cuddle you must have read my mind” he said, keeping his volume low to match to softness in the room.

with my head on his chest i stayed quiet not know what to say or how to bring it up. he knows about the arguments with my parents but he doesn’t know how intense they’ve gotten and i’m scared to tell him in fear that what they said will be true. he feels my breaths becoming fast and shaky as tears start falling. opting to calm me down instead of forcing me to talk, he runs his fingers delicately up and down my back for a bit before settling in my hair gently massaging it.

“you don’t have to tell me anything. i just need you to calm down you’ll make yourself sick sweetheart” he reassures, taking deep breaths himself, encouraging me to match his breathing as he whispers gentle encouragements in my ear.

this goes on for quite a while before i feel calm enough to tell him what happened.

in the quietest voice i explain what they said, “i don’t even know what i did to make them start yelling at me in the first but they said i’m insufferable and exhausting to be around and they don’t know how you put up with me and they’re shocked you haven’t left me yet” i take a shaky breath. “why are you even with me why haven’t you left me already?” tears pool in my eyes.

“hey hey it’s okay, breath baby. i’m happy you feel safe with me to tell me that” he sits up straighter and pulls me to sit on his lap so we’re face to face. “you are not insufferable and you are not exhausting to be around. you’re the complete opposite i can’t spend a second without you and when i do you’re all i think about. i’m with you because i love you, i love the way you care for people, how gentle you are, how giddy you get when you pass a dog on the street. there’s nothing not to love about you. i’ll spend the rest of my life showing you you deserve to be loved. you never have to worry about me leaving. i’m in it for the long run your stuck with me”

“thank you matt. i’m sorry i questioned our love for me. i love you baby i’m glad you’re here, forever”

“i love you sweet girl, get some rest i’m never leaving”

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[patrickispinky]

Derek: are you the big spoon or the little spoon?

Emily: i'm the knife

Jj: *from across the room* she's the little spoon

[ofswordsandpens]

percy, mentally ill: I feel like I deserve to die. It's a punishment because im a horrible person. Does that sound crazy?

jason, also mentally ill: No that tracks bro samesies

[imnotgoinghome]

Christmas but 10 Times better

I know it’s been a really long time (over a month) since I’ve posted but I really hope you guys enjoy this because I’ve been in writes block….. it’s hard

Summary: Christmas was a special time of year, but you had someone who made it even better

Prompt: them gently tilting your chin

Warning: fluff, snow/christmas?

Buzz buzz buzz buzzzzz buzzzzz

Your stupid alarm clock was buzzing off the walls again. It was so loud you were pretty sure your parents could here it.

You sleepily reached over to turn it off, the sound of silence filling your ears when you did.

You picked up your phone to check the time, and your notifications that you hadn’t checked in 18hours. You scanned through all the Instagram, tiktok, and phone calls you’d gotten, but the one thing that caught your eye was the text from Peter that appeared at the bottom of the list. You quickly tapped on it, seeing that he sent you a good morning text.

You quickly responded: “hi, whatcha doin?”

You loved when he sent you good morning texts, and no matter how tired you were, you made it your mission to respond as soon as possible.

Peters text bubble popped up, letting you know he was typing. His message popped up not a second later: “just laying in bed, just got back from patrol so still pretty tired, and still need to shower 😶…”

You giggled as you read his sweet message, and his laziness. Peter was a pretty active guy, being Spider-Man and all, but when he got back from patrol, he was a bed potato.

You responded to his message: “ewwww, you still haven’t showered?? You stink 😵‍💫😵‍💫”

If Peter hadn’t known that you were being sarcastic, he would’ve been hurt. But knowing you, you couldn’t hardly say anything without some sarcastic or humorous comment being added in it somewhere. And Peter loved it.

He asked you if you wanted to come over, and of course you said yes. Both of you quickly got ready, you going a little slower then normal so Peter could shower.

But so enough you and Peter were in his room, talking about whatever you wanted.

“Can we go outside?” You asked out of the blue. It was a random question, but thanks to tiktok, you had the sudden urge to dance with your boyfriend in the snow, because why not.

“Y/n it’s snowing” peter pointed at the window, watching snow fall just outside of it.

“I know, come on it’ll be fun” you added getting up and tugging you boyfriend as hard as you could, trying to get him off the bed.

“Fine” he rolled his eyes, even though you could hear the excitement in his voice. You quickly took his hand and walked, almost ran, through his apartment and out the door.

Once you made it down to the lobby, and after making Peter take a selfie with the Christmas tree, you went outside into the cold, snowy place that was New York City. After playing in the snow like children, you and Peter took some more pictures (not like he wanted to, but he would do anything for you), you finally got what you had wanted to go outside for.

Peter was always able to tell what you wanted, especially when it came to things that involved him. So it was without a doubt clear to him that you wanted to dance with him in the snow, because honestly what girl wouldn’t.

Knowing Peter he was going to do whatever made you happy, so he took your hands in his, making you blush.

“May I have this dance?” He asked, gently bring your hand to his mouth and kissing it.

“I’m flattered” you started, the blush on your cheeks becoming more evident by the second. ‘Never gets old’ Peter thought

“I would be honored” you added in a horrible british accent, causing Peter to laugh.

Peter’s hands met your waist, your arms snaking around his neck. He slowly began to sway you back and forth, his eyes never leaving yours. You stayed like that for awhile, until the temptation became unbearable and you finally kissed him. It was a quick little peck, but it was special.

Peter smiled so bright, you were sure the whole block could see it. He gently filled your chin up, making it easier for him to kiss you, pulling you into another kiss, one that lasted much longer then the last.

The tree swayed in the wind as you walked back to your apartment building, hand in hand with your boyfriend. The wind made its occasion gust as the snow continued to fall. As the sun began to set and the lights on the buildings slowly turned on, still walking hand in hand with your boyfriend, you looked all around you, taking in the beautiful city.

Christmas was always a special time of year, but you were just thankful that you had someone who made it ten times better.

[girllblogging777]

𝐴𝐹𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑆𝑇𝑂𝑅𝑀.ೃ࿐

↳ bf!mattheo riddle x fem reader (slight angst ? fluff) requested by @ilovematteoxx ♡

↳ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 : 1.2k

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 : you can’t find your boyfriend after an argument, and the castle is surrounded by dementors

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the argument had started over something small. ridiculously small, actually. you couldn’t even remember the details anymore, but somehow, the two of you had managed to let it escalate and before you knew it, mattheo and you were throwing sharp words like hexes.

your boyfriend, as loving as he was, had a way of getting under your skin sometimes. he was all about teasing smirks and cocky grins that usually made you laugh, but tonight you weren’t laughing. tonight, you were tired and on edge from a long week of classes and when he joked about you taking things too seriously, something inside of you snapped.

“not everyone has the luxury of not giving a damn, mattheo.” you’d answered with your arms crossed. “not everyone has parents who don’t care.”

the moment the words left your lips, you swore you could’ve felt the air shift. it was like time froze, everything suddenly stood still and went way too quiet. mattheo’s expression shifted, the usual soft gaze he saved for you disappearing. you saw how the hurt flickered in his dark eyes, before he quickly covered it with cold indifference.

“forget it,” he said sharply before walking out, turning his heel and disappearing out of the common room before you could even get a word out.

you stood there, frozen, the weight of your words slowly sinking in. merlin, you hadn’t meant it like that. in fact, you hadn’t meant to hurt him at all. but you had and now he was gone, and you didn’t even know where.

you couldn’t focus on anything for the rest of the evening and as wandered around the castle - silently hoping you’d bump into him around the corner - the hallways felt emptier than ever. dinner passed in a blur too. every time someone entered the great hall and sat down at the slytherin table, you quickly looked up, only to realise it wasn’t him.

you spent the rest of the night alone in your dorm, laying in bed and staring at the ceiling, trying and failing to get any sleep. your last conversation kept replaying in your head, what if you’d really hurt him this time ? what if he didn’t come back ? sure, mattheo had his walls, but he never stayed mad at you for long… your mind spiralled. outside the window, everything was dark and still. inside your heart, everything was twisted in knots.

and then, just as you were finally drifting off, a loud noise jolted you awake. it wasn’t just you either, you heard frantic footsteps outside your dorm, and voices raising as well. you sat up, heart pounding and confused. it wasn’t long before a frantic knock echoed through the door, and your best friend pansy came in.

“you have to get up, everyone is being taken to the great hall. now !” she said quickly. “what’s happening ?” you asked in a panicky tone as you got out of bed. “dementors,” she muttered, pulling you outside and rushing you to join the many students making their way through the dark halls. “they’ve been spotted outside.”

your heart skipped a beat. dementors.

the crowd of students rushed to the great hall, tension filling the air, already thick with worry and whispers. you scanned the faces around, searching for any signs of mattheo. but he wasn’t there. he wasn’t anywhere.

“pansy,” you breathed, tugging on her sleeve as realisation dawned on you. “i don’t see mattheo. where is he ?”

she shrugged, concern flickering in her eyes “don’t know, i haven’t seen him since this afternoon”

you swallowed hard, your chest tightening. where was he ? the last time you saw him was when he’d left after the argument, angry and hurt. what if he was outside when the dementors had left ? what if… what if the last thing you said to him was the stupid comment about his father ?

your breathing picked up and theo noticed it from across the room, before making his way over. “what’s going on ?” he asked with furrowed brows.

“i can’t find mattheo,” you whispered with a trembling voice. “we had a fight earlier and now he’s probably out there, and-“

theo exchanged a knowing look with pansy before cutting you off by gently pulling you into a reassuring side hug “he’s fine, amore. probably just running late, you know him, always slipping off to do merlin knows what.”

but you weren’t reassured. not when the castle was in lockdown. it when dementors were around. not when mattheo was nowhere to be seen, and the last thing he heard from you was something you didn’t mean.

“i didn’t mean it,” you whispered with regret. pansy rubbed your back to comfort you but it didn’t stop the tears from welling up in your eyes as you reached the great hall. the place was crowded with panicked students and teachers, but you still felt terribly alone in your world of fear.

“i shouldn’t have said it,” you choked out, wiping your eyes and ignoring the people running around and bumping into you. “i shouldn’t have-“

before you could finish, a heavy sound echoed through the hall. the giant wooden doors swung open with a gust of cold air, and every head turned toward the entrance.

mattheo stood in the doorway, along with some others students you didn’t even glance at. his curly hair was damp with the rain, and his robes slightly disheveled. he looked like he’d been through a storm, but he was there.

without thinking, you ran. you pushed through the crowd, not caring who you bumped into, your heart racing as you closed the distance between you. by the time you reached him, a tear had managed to roll down your cheek, but you didn’t care. you threw yourself into his arms, your hands fisting his robes as you breathed him in.

“mattheo,” you gasped, holding onto him like he might disappear. “i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean it, i swear i didn’t mean it.”

his arms came around you immediately, pulling you close, his chin resting on top of your head. “hey, hey, it’s okay,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “it’s okay, love. i’m not mad.”

you pulled back just enough to look up at him, your slightly red eyes searching his face. “you’re not?”

he shook his head, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. “no. i just… needed some time. but i’m not mad. i promise.”

you bit your lip, trying to stop the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm you again. “i thought—i thought something happened to you. i was so scared.”

mattheo’s gaze softened, and he wiped the tears away with his thumb. “i’m sorry i scared you. i shouldn’t have just left like that.”

you shook your head quickly, you knew your boyfriend’s habit of walking out during arguments was just to help manage his anger. it was something he’d started doing when he realised you were the only good thing in his life, and he didn’t want to take his negative feelings out on you.

“no, it’s my fault. i shouldn’t have said what i did.” he leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your skin. “it’s okay,” he whispered. “i’m here. i’m not walking away this time.”

for the first time that night, you felt the tightness in your chest ease. the panic, the fear, it all melted away in his arms, replaced by the steady, grounding warmth of his presence. “nice pajamas by the way,” he chuckled, and you rolled your eyes.

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