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passionwillow · 6 days ago

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Deacon making reader's 21st birthday special 😏

Oh.

Oh god.

I have so many emotions running through me at this idea.

You were a friend of Streets, maybe, someone he knew in the foster care system and stayed friends with. You met 20-David many times over the years and Deacon always stuck out to you. He was so fucking handsome.

And god did he look at you. Your tight jeans, your leggings that showed every fucking curve he dreamed of letting his hands run over. He felt like a dirty old man. His teammates 20 year old friend he was pining over. But it had been a year since Annie left and he hadn’t gotten much action.

Street was set on throwing you a birthday party for your 21st. You were friends with 20-David at this point and were happy to have them and a handful of other friends.

You pulled out your favorite blue dress for the occasion, wearing short heels you weren’t great at walking in but looked great with the dress.

Street insisted on taking care of everything, all you had to do was show up to Luca’s. And Deacons eyes never left you the whole night. The way the dress hugged your curves, fell over your thighs he wanted wrapped around his head-

He tried to hold back. Tried to keep his cool, smile and chit chat with you as he made your rounds to people.. But he couldn’t take it.

The party was still going by midnight and he weaved through the crowd to find you. You felt a hand on your arm and looked up, your eyes meeting his. He leaned in and spoke close to your ear, asking if he could see you in the house.

Everyone was gathered outside, given the nice weather, so it would give him privacy. For what- he wasn’t sure. He didn’t know what he planned to do.

But you willing followed him, hand still in his warm grasp as he took you inside. He shut the door and looked down at you, your dress cut low so he could see the top of your breasts.

He didn’t even register he was walking towards you, cornering you against the wall. His eyes couldn’t stop roaming over you, taking in everything he’d only dreamed of devouring.

You felt like cornered prey, yet arousal was pooling in your gut as the older man stalked you. Before you knew it his mouth was on yours, hot and demanding, and you gave yourself over without a thought.

Your hands with in his hair, tugging and holding for dear life as his went- everywhere. Cupping your breasts, roaming over your sides and hips, over your ass. He couldn’t get enough of you.

Before you knew it he had you picked up, legs around his waist as he kept you against the wall, mouth moving to your neck as he growled. “You know how long I’ve waited for this? To just- have you?”

His voice was low and gravely, his cock aching and pressed to your panties. You whined and ground against him, looking into his eyes and whispering. “So have me. Fuck me. It’s my birthday, and it’s what I want.”

You didn’t need to say anything else. He fucked you right there against the wall, freeing his cock and merely moving your panties to the side. He filled you like no one else had, stretching and dragging against your walls.

He couldn’t hold back, even if he wanted to. Your body flush against his, your moans and whines filling his ears. He was done for.

He pulled one orgasm from you against the wall, filling you up with his cum as he finished before pulling back, holding you to him as he walked with ease to a nearby bedroom. He didn’t know whose bed he fucked you on, and he didn’t really care.

He yanked your clothes from you and let them fall wherever, his own disappearing after. He moved to kick off your heels but he stopped you, a dark grin on his face.

He gave into everything, every dirty thought he’d had. Eating you out until you were practically in tears, his thick fingers teasing that sweet little pussy. Your mouth around his cock, eyes on his as he fucked into your mouth. And then sheathing himself in you once more, forehead pressed to yours as he fucked you into the mattress.

You weren’t sure how long you laid there with him, curled up in his arms before his lips found your ear, mumbling. “Happy Birthday, beautiful.”

You smiled and gave him a sweet peck, almost missing Luca as he came into his room and froze.

“What the fuck?”

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anniemika · 2 years ago

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Chocolate kisses

Eren Jaeger x Female Reader

Summary: You decide to surprise your best friend, Eren, for his birthday, and the night takes an unexpected turn.

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“Happy birthday, Eren!”

You grin at the tall boy in front of you, his confused eyes on yours as you hold the delicious-smelling birthday cake in front of his sleepy face.

It’s his 21st birthday today, and you, being his best friend, wanted to surprise him at his dorm at exactly 12 a.m. with your special three way chocolate cake that you’d spend the last 3 hours making.

His hair is tasseled and he looks like he just woke up, but that doesn’t stop him from giving you the warmest smile ever. He leans down, blowing the candles you’d lit, relishing in the sweet giggles that fall out of your lips.

“You didn’t have to do that.” He leans against the doorframe, taking the cake from your hands. “Thank you, Y/n.”

“You’re very welcome, legal boy”, you coo, excitedly swaying from one foot to the other, “can I come in?”

“Oh, shit, yeah, sorry”, he moves from the door and you make your way in, noticing his roommate isn’t there.

“Where’s Armin?” You walk around the dim lit room, with Eren walking behind you, putting the cake on the nearby coffee table.

“With Annie I think.”

“You’re celebrating alone? Eren, you shoulda called me.”

He lets out a low laugh, “Wasn’t exactly celebrating, more like trying to catch up on sleep.”

“Shit, I’m sorry”, you bite your inner lip, feeling a bit embarrassed for waking him up.

“No, no, it’s alright. I’m really glad you came.”

You send him a smile, moving to sit on the little couch in the middle of the room.

“It’s my specialty, you know.” You cheekily say, nodding to the delicious-looking cake in front of you.

“Yeah?” He moves to sit next to you, dipping a finger in the chocolate frosting and licking it clean.

You can’t really read his eyes in the darkened room, so your heart skips a beat when a few seconds pass by without him saying anything. “Verdict?”

He turns to you, flashing you his pearly white teeth. “Best fucking cake I’ve ever had.”

Your eyes sparkle with joy, “Really?”

“Yeah, really.” He stands to get plates, a knife, and two forks from the kitchen, then cuts the biggest piece possible, sitting back next to you. “Open up.”

He swings an enormous bite straight to your mouth, and you yelp. “Eren, that’s huge!”

He fights the urge to make a “that’s what she said” joke, chuckling while feeding you. “This ain’t a small bite cake.”

He watches as you chew with delight, the pride apparent on your features. “It’s sooo good.”

He nods and goes for a second bite when a chocolate stain right below your lip catches his attention.

“You have a little..”, he stares, and you’re looking at him confused until he gently swipes his finger across your lip. The touch takes you by surprise, and when you take in Eren’s gaze, you feel a flush form on your cheeks. He’s so pretty, even when he’s just gotten out of bed, wearing the sponge Bob pj’s you bought him for his last birthday.

“Uhm, thanks.” You say, and it takes a few seconds for Eren’s lingering stare to move onto the cake in front of him.

“Y-yeah, sure.”

There’s a short silence that settles, one that you break when you grab your purse and start rummaging through it.

“I, uh.. got you something.”

He’s instantly turning to give you a scolding look. “Y/n-“

“I know, I know, can we skip this part? I wanted to and I got you something.. I hope you like it.”

You slowly pull the CD from your bag, sheepishly handing it to him. The moment Eren realises what your hands are holding, his eyes pop.

“No fucking way.”

He grabs it and starts inspecting it thoroughly, mouth falling agape. “Are you shitting me right now!?”

“Nope. It’s signed by all the members, and that right there is Kurt’s.”

He’s flipping the Nirvana album in his hands, staring at it like it’s not real. “Y/n, you shouldn’t have done this. It must’ve cost a fucking fortune.”

“Eren, it’s okay. I made a good deal, and besides, this is also your Christmas present, so it’s fine.” You’re chuckling but when you catch his eyes, and the intensity with which they’re looking at you, you gulp.

“Eren?”

It happens so fast, you don’t have any time to process it. But you sure felt it. His lips on yours, the gentle kiss they gifted you, and the way your whole body stiffened in surprise. And now, Eren’s lingering breath is just inches away from yours, and there’s no courage in your heart to look up at his eyes.

“Shit”, he starts, his actions dawning on him, “shit, I’m sorry.”

You’re frozen, heart beating in your throat.

“Y/n, I’m-“, he’s panicking, “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I did that.”

And you’re just as quick as him, just barely pressing your mouth against his like it’s your first kiss, then quickly pulling away, shocked at yourself.

Then, silence. It’s suffocatingly loud, and downright insufferable because neither of you are moving a muscle, as if scared that if you do, your actions would become realer than they already are.

You slowly turn away from him and put your hands on your lap, head down in embarrassment.

“I-“

“I’m-“

You both start, and it feels like someone’s removed all the oxygen from the room.

“Well, that was awkward.” You get the courage to say, your nervous laugh ringing in his ears.

“Yeah, I just.. got really happy, I guess.” You catch the way his hand scratches nervously at the back of his neck, a habit he’s had ever since you were kids.

“You have a real way of showing it.” You bite your lip in an attempt not to laugh, although it wouldn’t be because you find any of this funny but because of the nerves eating away at your insides.

“Oh shut up, you kissed me back!” Eren snaps at you playfully, gently throwing a cushion pillow your way.

“I- I was surprised! I wasn’t- I didn’t mean to.” You’re stuttering, and he understands because if you could get a glimpse of what’s inside his brain right now, you’d find a total, awkward mess. He doesn’t let it show though, trying to keep you from finding out just how nervous both of your actions have made him.

“Yeah, let’s just.. forget about it.”

You don’t expect it to sting that much when he says it but you guess it really didn’t mean much to him if he could brush it off that easily.

“..Yeah, okay.”

Another silence settles between you, hundreds of thoughts running through your mind until Eren plants his hand on your shoulder, the contact making you flinch.

“Hey”, his tone is gentle, inducing a tiny shiver down your spine, “thank you for this. It’s the best gift I’ve ever gotten.”

You gather the strength to look at him, trying to keep your overwhelming feelings in check.

“You’re welcome, ‘Ren”

And there you go again, with that nickname and that infectious smile, making him forget what earth he’s on.

Eren’s always liked you. Maybe he didn’t understand to what extent when you were younger, but he’s always been very protective of you, and given the fact you’re the person he loves spending his time most in the world, he shouldn’t have been so surprised when his instinct was to kiss you 2 minutes ago. You’re just always so kind to him, so caring, always there for him when things get tough, that it’s not at all surprising that somewhere between the time of being a kid and a reckless teenager whose wounds you’d always patch up, he’d fallen for you.

And even now, you’re treating his birthday like this huge deal when it doesn’t even mean that much to him. And that makes him love you even more.

He doesn’t want to push himself onto you though because in his mind, you’re probably just thinking of him as a friend, and wouldn’t be too open to the idea of having a relationship with him. But boy, is he wrong.

The taste of his chocolaty lips lingers on yours, and you’re still too lost in thought when he gets up and starts talking to you about just how much he loves his gift. He notices you’re staring into nothing, and of course, a slight panic comes over him because what if he’s really fucked things up? His mind is quickly trying to work out a solution for this mess, wondering how to fix the situation when he realises you’ve moved from the couch and are now standing in front of his face.

“Why’d you kiss me?” You barely have the strength to look at him, but still, you ball your fist and stare up at his forest greens.

“I told you-“

“I don’t believe you.”

Shit, shit, shit-

He laughs nervously, “Y/n, it was nothing, I said I was sorry, I mean.. why’d you kiss me back?”

The inside of your cheek starts hurting when you realize you’ve been chewing at it way too hard, your skin burning from the inside out, “I don’t know, I..”, your hearts on the verge of exploding, “I wanted to.”

Oh.

“..what?”, Eren’s tone makes you even more nervous, but you try to ignore the uncomfortable feeling it brings you.

“I do- did! I did.” You can hear your pulse like your heart is stuck to a machine, your palms are sweaty, and this all feels like a dream, one that might turn into a nightmare if Eren continues to just stare down at you with the perplexed look he has on his face.

“Aren’t you gonna say something?” You can barely recognize your voice, so weak and fragile, as opposed to how it usually sounds. You guess given the situation, it’s good you can still even talk.

“Huh?” Eren looks so lost, you debate if he’s even processing your words properly.

“Y-you don’t have to, it’s just..”, you fidget with your fingers, casting your eyes down at your feet, “I kind of.. just confessed I wanted to kiss you, so..”

And no matter how many times you say those words, to Eren, they would still feel too good to be true. He knows he has to say something, or else you might run out of here and never speak to him again.

“I, uh..”, come on, you idiot, “I’m glad you did.”

You shoot your sparkling eyes up, and before he can lose himself in them and their pretty colour, he continues, “I wanted to kiss you, too. I’ve wanted to for a long time.”

Relief washes over you in an instant, but you don’t let yourself get too happy, only letting a quiet “oh” as acknowledgment.

“Yeah, so..”, he’s scratching at his neck again, “I guess that’s that.” He chuckles nervously, but you’re not reciprocating. Instead, you tippy-toe on your toes, your palms on either sides of his face, and then gently plant your lips on his again. It’s soft, and sweet, and pure, just like your feelings for him. The feelings you’ve always been too scared to admit, the ones you’d hidden away inside your heart, that are now finally emerging free.

You know you’ve taken him by surprise when you reach for his hand, his muscles tense, but you don’t need to open your eyes to know that his are closed, taking this moment in, and appreciating it just as much as you are.

When the kiss ends, you’re still holding his hand, locking your eyes with his wide ones.

“I guess that’s that.”

Eren’s never been too good at controlling himself.

He whisks you away in his arms, falling back on the couch with you on his lap, his lips searching for yours in a state of pure bliss, his eagerness sending tingles through your body. You’ve never been so happy in your life. You’ve dreamed this, wanted this for the longest time but having it happen right now feels unreal. Your best friend, your Eren, he wants you. Like a man wants a woman. And it feels fucking amazing.

Eren’s kisses take your breath away. They’re tender but also needy, like he’s been holding himself back for so long and can now finally express just how much he likes you. And he does. It’s in the way he holds the back of your head, his fingers gently going through your hair. In the way he softly grips your arm, ensuring you stay right where you are. And it’s in the way he sighs into your lips while he kisses you, like it’s what he’s dreamed of his entire life.

“Wait,”, you don’t expect him to be the first to break contact, and when he does, your eyes are still focused on his lips, “is this- I mean, what does this mean?”

Well.. what does this mean? You’re not entirely sure yourself, but you’ve got a pretty close idea.

Gathering enough air in your lungs, you then presume to say, “I like doing this, Eren.. with you.”

‘Breathe’ is the only word Eren recognises in his brain right now.

“But.. our friendship-“

“I know.” You’re quick to silence him, knowing well enough what he’s about to say, “But.. if we don’t try-” Shit, is there a right way to say this? Trying your best to stay calm and think clearly given the situation, you cup his flustered face, “What I mean is, I don’t want this to be a one time thing. Now that we’ve crossed the line, there’s no coming back from it.”

Eren’s looking at you all red and breathless, his hold on you firm.

“I don’t want to forget these kisses, Eren. To forget how it feels doing this with you.” You continue, amazed at your bravery to say the things you thought you’d never have the courage to, “I don’t.. want to do this with anyone else. If you don’t want to either, then.. we can try.”

Seconds that feel like years pass by with your eyes staring at one another, the heavy atmosphere weighing on both of you. That is until Eren’s forehead rests against yours, his breath caressing your swollen lips.

“Yeah.” It’s quick and you almost miss it before his lips find yours again, “Yes.” He repeats, this time more firmly. “Fuck yes.”

You grin into his mouth, and he playfully bites your lower lip in return. He readjust’s your position so both of your legs are on either sides of him, his hands resting on your hips. There’s a slight change on his face, the boost of confidence you sense in him sending heat to your cheeks.

“We can try as many times as you want to.”

Gulp.

Now you’re the one who’s tongue’s caught in your throat.

And to your dismay, Eren notices.

A light chuckle fills the room, “Getting shy now?”

“N-no! It’s just-“, your voice gets lost somewhere along the way, because the green eyed boy kisses you again, like he has kissed you all his life.

“Y/n?” His thumb catches your chin, striking green eyes drawing hearts in yours, “You just made this the most amazing birthday I’ve ever had.”

The night ends with you thinking that maybe, someday you might also be able to tell him that this was the most amazing night of your life.

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A/N: Happy birthday to my favourite 2d boy❤️ this was a wip from last year that I’d forgotten about and finished 2 weeks ago, and I like it very much because it’s so light and cute and awkward and yeah<3 bye y'all

#Eren jaeger #Eren jaeger x reader #Eren #Eren x reader #eren fluff #eren jaeger fluff

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thgfanfictionlibrary · 9 months ago

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Friends to Lovers Fics Masterlist

Created: March 18th, 2024

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21-Xerxia (ao3) Summary: Modern AU, best friends Peeta and Katniss celebrate his 21st birthday with a night to remember.

Don't Think, Just Do-Redbookbluebook (ao3) Summary: On the night she and Peeta return to the Games by train, Katniss can't sleep. Luckily for her, neither can Peeta. Everlark lemon.

Endgame-hutchabelle (ao3) Summary: Katniss thought Peeta was her endgame until he married someone else. How long will she wait for the man her body craves?

Finnick's Critique-endlessnightlock (ao3) Summary: The morning after Katniss and Peeta finally get together.

Just Friends-teetorini (ao3) Summary: “Better not go catching feelings if we fuck a few times,” he’d told her with a crooked grin. Which is easier said than done, as long as they're still friends, right?

Last Christmas-andromedadoesntwrite (ao3) Summary: Katniss Everdeen couldn’t care less about her family’s Christmas party but after the unexpected visit of an old friend, she learns to appreciate the Holidays.

Making Up Lost Time-glintwarsgreatest (ao3) Summary: From the "Need" universe. Peeta shows Katniss the effect she has as they make up for lost time.

My House Is Ours-hutchabelle (ao3) Summary: When Peeta’s childhood friend Katniss can’t stay in her home over the winter holidays, he offers his guest room for her comfort. He’s been in love with her for as long as he can remember, but it’s partaking in the holiday traditions that finally gives him the opportunity for a Christmas miracle.

Pure As A Little Lamb-LemonLuvGirl (ao3) Summary: In response to an anonymous tumblr ask for a drabble with a promt for: “Katniss rooms with Johanna and while Johanna is looking for something in Katniss' room, she sees the used condom in the trash and calls up the gang (Finnick, Annie, Gale, and Peeta (even though unbeknownst to the rest of them it was Peeta she has been sleeping with) to figure out who Katniss had over the prior night.”

Someday-Xerxia (ao3) Summary: Modern AU, adult everlark best friends spend an eye-opening evening babysitting.

#friends to lovers #masterlist #friendstolovers #thg fanfiction #everlark fanfiction #thg #everlark

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bookmothic-dyke · 2 months ago

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My WIP. Date Bite.

I have four chapters written so far of this novella first draft. Should be about nine more chapters before it’s over.

Synopsis: Annie Lee Meadows's 21st birthday was supposed to be one to remember.

A new city, new college, new job, new friends . . . and her high school BFF and crush, Bea Baker. What could go wrong . . . A whole lot apparently. Annie is thrown full force into the turmoil of the supernatural side of San Toros, when she is killed and wakes the following sunset, hungry. And it turns out Bea's side hustle, is dealing with problems, like her. To make matters worse, Annie's been accused of murder. Breaking a treaty. And multiple sides are out for blood.

Annie is a dead girl walking. And for better or worse, her and Bea are stuck together. Huntee and hunter. Leech and Stake. So hopefully, they can find a way to make it until sunrise. Or at least kiss.

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mentally-gone002 · 1 year ago

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21 Chaos

MCU/Peter P. x reader

Summary: Its you 21st birthday… and it didn’t go quiet as you’d thought.

A/N- First fic involving a characterrrrr TEE-HEE

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So far, my 21st birthday was complete and utter shit.

My boyfriend, Peter, had left before I’d even got up and didn’t even text or leave a note saying anything to me.

My parents, family and friends haven’t texted all day, except for a few questions, completely void of any recollection that it was the day I was born.

And my boss was on me all day at the diner I work at.

“Hey Annie. I’m clocking out.” I told my boss gently while she worked in her office. She nodded. “Yeah, ok, have a good day Kelly.”

I sighed, I’m not Kelly, and tossed my uniform into my locker before leaving the diner and headed towards the closest bar. I needed a drink.

A legal drink.

“Could I get a Jack and Coke?” I heavily sat on an unoccupied bar stool, looking up at a blonde woman only a few years older than me behind the bar.

She narrowed her eyes at me. “Can I see some ID?”

I nodded and pulled out my drivers license and slid it across the counter to her. She looked up and smiled. “Happy birthday.” She winked.

I raised my eyebrows with a small huff and a not so real smile. “Thanks.”

“Jack and Coke coming up birthday girl.”

I nodded my head along to the loud upbeat music playing in the back corner.

“There you go.” The bartender set my drink down in front of me and I moved it closer to me. “Anything else I can get you?” She wondered.

“No. Thank you.” I smiled. She nodded and went off to serve someone else.

I finished my drink in less than two minutes.

The bartender came back and I asked for a refill.

I was on my third drink when my phone vibrated in my back pocket. When I pulled it out I noticed it was from Peter.

Peter: hey baby! Sorry I didn’t wait for you this morning, had to be in early, heading home in 30. See you soon❤️

I sighed and slipped my phone into my purse so I couldn’t see any new messages. I wasn’t going to be home in thirty minutes.

I finished my third drink faster than the second.

“Damn birthday girl. You’re really knocking them back.” The same bartender leaned on the counter in front of me. I nodded and slid my glass towards her. “Another.” I requested, already feeling the alcohol take effect.

“Bad day?” She asked while fixing me another drink. I nodded, and propped my head up in my hand. “You can tell me.. bartenders are often the output for people’s problems.”

I inhaled deeply. “No ones wished me happy birthday. Not even my mom. I mean, she’s the one who pushed me out of herself twenty one years ago.” I rolled my eyes. “And my boyfriend,” I chuckled a bit. “He’s wonderful and all, but he hasn’t spoken to me all day, I haven’t even seen him yet. He left before I woke up.” I took a sip of my newly replenished drink after she set it down. “Just thought he’d care a little more.”

“Y’know what?” She said, sliding her hand across the counter to place it over mine. “Fuck him. He doesn’t deserve such a sweet thing as yourself.” She winked. I smiled genuinely.

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I don’t remember what time I got to the bar, but it was now 11:29pm and I was unsteadily walking up the stairs of my apartment building. Maybe I should’ve taken the elevator.

I got frustrated while wrestling my keys into the deadbolt. When I did finally unlock the door I all but stumbled inside and closed the door rather loudly.

“Fucking door.” I sighed, tossing my keys onto the kitchen counter and toed off my shoes while hanging my purse on the coatrack. I removed my phone from it after it was hung up.

Peter: hey are you okay?

Peter: when are you getting home?

Peter: working late?

Peter: I’ll see you when you get home

Peter: I love you

I sighed and put my phone on the kitchen counter beside my keys before going to flop heavily on the couch with a grunt.

I stared at the far wall where all the plants I’d bought last year were.

Why didn’t anyone remember my birthday? It gets more and more insignificant every year but this one’s a big deal. I’d looked forward to it so much.

I remember hearing about how some people went bar hopping with a whole group of friends, or about how people went out to strip clubs.

I’d always thought my friends would do that for me. But I guess not.

I inhaled and sighed heavily.

“Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday to meeee, happy birthday to me.” I sang in a slow slur. A tear rolled out of my eye and down my warm skin.

“Y/n?” Peters voice floated into the room and I froze, not moving. I even held my breath. “Y/n, it’s like 12am what’re you doing up?” He leaned over the back of the couch and rubbed a hand over my arm. I flinched away and sat up quickly, slipping off of the leather couch and onto the floor with a small “oof.”

“Are you okay?” He asked. I looked up with narrowed eyes. “I’m fine.” I got up and unsteadily walked towards our bedroom.

Peter watched. “Hey,” he took my wrist and I looked back at him. “What’s going on with you?” He asked.

“I got drunk.” I tugged my arm from his hand. “That’s what’s going on with me.”

I caught a glimpse of the time off of the microwave in the kitchen when I turned away from a very tired Peter. 12:09.

“Drunk?” He asked, following me. I nodded and leaned on the wall. My head was starting to hurt.

How many drinks did I have again?

“You never get drunk, what the hell happened today?”

My eyes were welling with tears as I stared at the floor in the dark hallway. “What the hell happened?” I asked. “What the hell happened is that you left before i even got to kiss you goodbye, and, and my boss was on my ass all day about stupid things, and… no one even texted me! Not one person texted me to say “hey y/n, happy fucking twenty first birthday”!” I pushed off the wall and got up in Peter face while I ranted about my day in drunken tears.

I couldn’t see very well through my blurred vision and the darkness of the hallway but I could tell that peters expression had fallen.

“And don’t even say anything about all of this… ‘cause it won’t make it better.”

I stared down at my feet and cried. Peters hands found my waist and pulled my body into his. He wound his strong arms around me tightly and held onto me. I didn’t hug back.

“I wanna go to bed.” I told Peter when I’d calmed down a bit. He loosened his arms and I walked away to our bedroom.

I peeled my shirt and pants off. Leaving me in my tank top and underwear before crawling into bed.

I felt Peter join me. He didn’t close the distance between us like normal. He was probably just giving me space. It was probably best.

I’m so glad I don’t have work tomorrow. That would make everything terrible. Or, more terrible than it already is.

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In the morning I woke up with probably one of the worst headaches ever.

The room was thankfully dark when I opened my eyes. And there was a glass of water on my bedside table with two Tylenols.

I groaned while reaching for both once I sat up.

My bare feet touched down to the cold wood floor, making me shiver, while I found one of Peters sweatshirts and put it over my body before walking down the hallway to the kitchen.

I wasn’t expecting to see Peter there but he was, leaning against the counter staring at the floor. Lost in thought. I looked to the right of him and the coffee maker was brewing away.

“Good morning.” He smiled, looking over when he heard one of the floorboards announce my entering of the room. I smiled back and went to sit across the bar from him on a barstool.

“Thought you had work.” I said. He shook his head. “I have Fridays off.”

I nodded.

“Sorry for coming home late.” I said, rubbing the left side of my face while it rested in my hand.

Peter pushed off of the counter where he was leaning and rounded the counter to settle between my parted legs, placing his hands on my thighs. “Don’t apologize. I should be doing that.” He whispered, forehead to mine.

I sighed and nodded a little.

“I’m sorry I left early without a note, and I’m sorry, so so sorry, I forgot your birthday. There’s not excuse for that and believe me im still beating myself up about it.” He said it all in a hushed tone. He sounded afraid almost. I put an assuring hand on his waist. “I love you so much y/n.” He finished, pressing our foreheads together. His hands squeezed at my thighs and I tightened my grip on where my hand was on his waist.

“I forgive you… a little. Give me a few hours.” I joked, giving a small smile. Peter softly laughed.

He slid his hands around to my lower back so that we didn’t have anymore space between us. Our chests moved together whenever we’d breathe and I could feel his heartbeat.

“I really am sorry.” He murmured into my neck. “I know.” I replied. “I’m sorry too.”

“For what?” Peter asked. “For blowing up on you. I shouldn’t have yelled.” I answered. “You don’t deserve that.”

I could barely remember last night, but I do remember yelling in the hallway. I closed my eyes to try and think of something different.

“I forgive you.” He said, kissing my neck. I hummed.

“You better.”

#peter parker #mcu fanfiction #marvel mcu #spider man #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine

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marmocchio · 14 days ago

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every “90s kid” comes of age 3 times:

• 18th birthday • 21st birthday • the day they find out natalie imbruglia’s version of torn is a cover

@VilinskiKonjic

Avevo scoperto questa cosa una decina di anni fa, quando un amico, senza cuore, mi aveva sbattuto in faccia la dura verità, senza nemmeno prepararmi un pochino. Diciamo che non gli avevo subito creduto, perché, dai, come fai a credere a una cosa del genere? Come puoi anche solo accettare che la canzone della tua giovinezza sia una cover e che non sia proprio di quella morettina di cui ti eri innamorato? Capisci davvero di aver vissuto nella menzogna fino al momento in cui fai quella scoperta.

Ma diciamo che non era stato il primo schiaffo subito: scoprire che la Brimful of Asha, che mi dava la carica prima di andare a giocare le partite di minibasket (sempre fatto schifo, tranne l’ultimo anno che ero diventato il punto di riferimento della squadra), in realtà era un remix, forse era stato anche peggio.

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maevepeters · 16 days ago

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INTRODUCING MAEVE PETERS: just when the caterpillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly.

FULL NAME maeve willow peters.

BIRTHDAY december 21st ( 26 ) .

BIRTHPLACE oahu, hawaii.

GENDER cis female.

OCCUPATION paramedic.

BUILD athletic.

HAIR COLOR blonde .

EYE COLOR brown.

HEIGHT 5’6

PARENTS maxwell peters ( father ), wayne roberts ( biological father ) + jasmine peters ( mother )

SIBLINGS older brother (on biological father's side, she is unaware)

PETS none.

CHARACTER PARALLELS: piper halliwell ( charmed ), joey potter ( dawsons creek ), chloe beale ( pitch perfect ), vic hughes ( station 19 ), sylvie brett ( chicago fire ), heather nill ( panic ), summer roberts ( the oc ), brooke davis ( one tree hill ), annie wilson ( 90210 )

PINTEREST | PLAYLIST

BIOGRAPHY with mentions of infidelity, pregnancy, and death :

Maeve Peters entered the world on a hot Tuesday morning in the dead of summer, born to Jasmine and Maxwell Peters in the backseat of their old 1986 Bronco. The circumstances of her birth might have been unconventional, but she was enveloped in the love and care of her parents. Jasmine, a waitress, and Maxwell, a lawyer, worked tirelessly to provide for their little family, despite the secret Jasmine carried.

When Jasmine met Maxwell, their romance was a whirlwind, leading to an engagement within weeks. However, Jasmine was pregnant with another man’s child, Wayne Roberts. Despite her deep love for Wayne, she discovered his double life and refused to settle for anything less than genuine commitment. It was sheer luck or fate that she found Maxwell so soon after, and he was never aware of the true timeline. When Jasmine returned a month later claiming she was pregnant with his child, Maxwell married her without hesitation. Seven months later, Maeve was born.

Maeve's childhood was simple and pleasant. She excelled academically and spent summers with her grandparents. A naturally observant child, she grew into a more outgoing yet still reserved young woman. In high school, she was captain of the dance squad, president of the student council, yearbook editor, and valedictorian. Her life unfolded as she had hoped, and after high school, she pursued getting her EMT certificate, much to her parents' pride.

After getting her EMT certificate and working for a few months, she then decided to go to school to become a paramedic. Two years later, she officially became a paramedic in her hometown. For the next four years, Maeve worked as a paramedic until she met Dylan while she was on a birthday trip with her friends in Aspen, Colorado. It was love at first sight for her and they spent the rest of their time together. It was hard to say goodbye but they did and she never forgot him. Fast forward two years later and they meet again but this time Dylan was brought out as her best friend’s boyfriend.

They maintained a friendship that was deeper than most but never crossed the line until March of 2024 when Maeve had lost someone on her job and came to him for comfort. They ended up in bed together but never spoke about it again. It was to her surprise that two months later, Dylan and her best friend were engaged. It was also that morning that Maeve found out that she was pregnant. After the dinner party, Maeve packed her bags and headed to a new town. She changed her number and got a job that she fell in love with and seven months later, Stella was born. It hasn’t been easy starting over but she’s excited for the journey.

HEADCANONS

she always wears the cross necklace that her mother had gifted her on her eighteenth birthday. she believes that it brings her luck especially when she's on the job. it has been through the ringer with her, but she wouldn't trade it for anything else.

when she's not at work, she is usually found on the roof of her apartment complex watching the stars. she has even purchased her own star from a star registry. she has learned a lot about the constellations throughout the past seven months that she has been in woodside.

maeve is actually super smart despite what most people think about her. they see her blonde hair and assume that she is ditzy but she is anything but. she has worked hard to get ahead of the stereotype and will be the first to show off just how smart she is.

her favorite season is winter ( where she would often spend her holiday's with family in new hampshire ) and she wishes that it could be winter all the time. she loves the cold weather and the snow but she especially loves being able to cuddle on her couch with a cup of hot chocolate watching christmas romance movies.

CONNECTIONS

her baby's father/ex fling ( male, aged between 26 - 32 ): it was winter of 2021 when maeve met this muse. she was on a ski trip with her best friends in aspen (he could be from there or visiting like herself) and from the moment their eyes locked in a crowded lodge, she swore it was love. okay, maybe not love but those feelings surpassed anything she had ever felt before and she didn’t even know his name yet. before they could talk, she was whisked away by her friends. it wasn’t until that night that they met again in the elevator going down to the lobby. they immediately started talking and for the rest of their time in aspen, they were together. the trip lasted a week which was a hard goodbye but eventually they parted ways. fast forward almost two years later in the summer of 2023, maeve was attending her best friend’s party when she was introduced to her best friend’s boyfriend. And wouldn’t you guess it? it was your muse: the one that she had met at the lodge years prior. the feelings were still there but maeve had to hide them as best as she could. these two fell into a friendship that was deep and entangled. always the person the other relied on and the emotional aspect of their friendship started blurring the lines. fast forward to march 2024 and during a night of heightened emotions the two fell in bed together. two months later, maeve was sat at a dinner party where an announcement was made. your muse was engaged to maeve’s best friend. a shock to say the least and that was the night maeve disappeared. she moved across the country to a town where nobody would find her, changed her phone number and started over. seven months later on november 10th, maeve gave birth to a baby girl stella. she has not talked to this muse since.

best friend ( female, aged 26 - 32 ): they were next-door neighbors for as long as they can remember. the friendship came easily and it was like they were two halves of the same person. knowing that she betrayed her is something that she is deeply saddened about. when she left, she did write her a note about how much her friendship meant to her and that she would cherish the times that they had. she hasn't talked to her since the day she left, which was the night that her best friend announced her engagement.

someone she saved (any gender and any age): this could be someone in woodside or back in hawaii where she was located before she moved seven months ago. this would be someone that she met while being an EMT or paramedic and she essentially saved them. what happened is up to the player.

childhood friends or anyone she knew in hawaii (any gender and any age): they could have been just friends, acquaintances, neighbors. the options are endless and it would be fun to have people in her old life show up in woodside.

older brother (male, aged between 28-35): this is her biological half sibling. her biological father would also be their father. she has never met them and doesn’t even know that he exists. it would be fun to play out in terms of how he found her and how their relationship would ultimately play out.

#woodsideintro #here's a story of a girl - biography.

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theofficersacademy · 1 year ago

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2024 is here at last! The mod team wishes you health and fortune in the year to come.

Housekeeping

Current Month in TOA: Verdant Rain Moon

Our first lore event of 2024 begins this month! It will begin at noon EST on January 1st and run until the beginning of February. Please wait until the event begins for the team announcements and more information.

Inventories are locked in according to what you signed up with. Signups for the event will not be reopening at this time.

If you missed it last month, TOA held a Secret Santa event! Everyone pulled through with some really cool gifts, have a look if you've not already!

Please don’t forget to leave feedback on our [feedback poll] for this month! If you have feedback during the course of the event, feel free to leave it whenever it crosses your mind, but we will have specific questions about it on February’s form.

On the topic of the feedback poll, we would like to remind everyone that the mods are all people too. Being passive aggressive and rude serves no one. Please also make sure that if you're calling our attention to a problem, that you're being specific about that problem (quoting/timestamping recent incidents, for example) and not just vaguely alluding to some situation that we have to sleuth out instead.

Important Updates

Starting from this month on, it is requested that all asks with claims in them wait a minimum of 48 hours before resending or asking a moderator if it went through unless you are sending a claim on the final day of an event prize period. This is separate from the 24-hour clause about application/reserve submissions.

Starting today, we will be requiring that all members use a google sheets tracker for keeping track of their stats. We understand that this transition will take time for existing members, however, so we will not be penalizing the lack of skill point trackers yet. We will be working on gathering templates for you to use, and will link these options to our application for future members to fill out. If you need help, please contact Mod Rai.

We've had some feedback this past year about muns repeatedly & rapidly swapping through muses, and would like to address it. We do not encourage people holding onto muses longer than they should if they aren't gelling with a character. However, it becomes a problem when someone is swapping through muses with exceeding frequency. Please think carefully before taking the plunge on a new muse, as frequent drops affect your partners, too. We have, over the past few months begun to - and will continue to - approach these muns with a one-month cooldown between swapping/picking up a new muse, if need be.

Other

January Mun Birthdays: Sage (3rd), Key (6th), Grant (9th), Darcy (9th), Maddie (12th), Annie (12th), Sara (14th), Neffi (17th)

January Muse Birthdays: Bramimond (1st), Nils (1st), Altena (3rd), Ingrid (4th), Rhea (11th), Rolf (12th), Rosado (19th), F!Alear (20th), M!Alear (20th), Marth (21st), Selena (FE14) (21st)

First-year mun anniversaries this month: Ivy (1st)

Second-year mun anniversaries this month: Sage (14th), Alina (21st)

Third-year mun anniversaries this month: Reddo (11th), Rua (15th)

First-year muse anniversaries this month: Chad (25th), Linus (29th)

Second-year muse anniversaries this month: Chrom (1st)

Third-year muse anniversaries this month: Maria (11th), F!Byleth (15th)

Muses who have been in the group for a solid year will also be granted an Academy Brooch to put in their inventory. It doesn’t do anything. It just lets others know your character has been around the block. These characters are also granted a new opportunity to change houses if they wish to do so.

- The House Leaders

#toa newsletter #january newsletter

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