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wannabegwenstacy · 4 years ago

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Eden's Favorite Fic's (BTS Fic Recs)

Updated Version: Here!

Note: In the past I haven't indulged in tumblr fics often but I recently (past 3 months) have been reading quite regularly & am planning on branching out a bit. To keep track of the ones that I have enjoyed & the ones that I have even came back to I'm making this list. Again, I haven't been digging into the tumblr fics world for long so for right now its a very short list. I'm hoping with time I can get more fics of different types on here (btsxbts, some gender neutral xreader ones, & more ones that I genuinely like)

About me to understand what's going to be on here:

Age: 21 (99' liner)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pronouns: She/Her

Ult Bias: Yoongi

Trio: Rap Line

I am OT7. I do enjoy smut but don't think it is necessary to FF. Overall I just want a well-crafted plot that makes sense. I read for entertainment & to escape. But I still need some form of realism (just me personally) to follow the trail of events. PSA: I'm trying to find a broader scope of writers I like but for right now I don't have many. There are gonna be some repetitive writers for now.

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Kim Namjoon:

- Librarian Namjoon Universe by @jungshookz

Beauty & the Bookworm (I love this concept SO MUCH)

Pairing: Cute, Good Boy, Nerdy, University Librarian Namjoon x Bratty, Semi-Popular, Procrastinator, University Student Reader

Word count: 20.8k

Summary: You're a procrastinator big time and you may or may not be failing. To get some extra credit you begrudgingly take the library assistant opening where you work under strict dorky Namjoon. Passive aggressiveness, cuteness, fluff, & some smuttiness arises.

Jealous-Boyfriend-Librarian Namjoon (Drabble)

Pairing: Jealous Boyfriend Librarian Namjoon x Oblivious Cute Girlfriend Uni Student Reader

Word count: 3.4k

Summary: You take an Art History Course and end up needing a tutor. Joon offers to tutor you but he doesn't know shit about Art History so you end up getting tutored by an ArtHoe Taehyung that may or may not like you but you are oblivious to this and Joon gets super jealous.

Kim Seokjin:

- Hockey Player Jin by @ve1vetyoongi

HEART OF GOLD (BLADES OF ICE)

Pairing: Sweet Hot New Hockey Player in Town Jin x Ex-Figure Skater (who has a history with jin) Reader

Word count: 20k

Summary: After a fall during figure skating practice dashes your dreams of competing at nationals, you vow to hang up your skates for good. That is until you cross paths with Kim Seokjin, captain of the ice hockey team, who is determined to get you back out on the rink and melt the ice in your heart. (Jimin is a bully in this and their other k-pop idols as characters. Very Very Fluffy and Hallmark Christmas Movie-ish so be aware of that. Overall, it's just cute :) )

Min Yoongi:

Note: these are all but one by the same writer @jungshookz & are written from the pov of a female reader. I'm gonna try to find some gender-neutral fics but for now, if you are female-identifying I really enjoyed these! :)

- Mechanic Yoongi Universe by @jungshookz

Baby, You Can Drive My Car (My favorite AU Fics I've read so far on Tumblr!!)

Pairing: Tatted, Mic Drop Era, Mechanic Min Yoongi x Spoiled Rich, Inexperienced, University Student Reader

Word count: 24.6k

Summary: Welcome to Min Mechanics - What can I do for you today, doll?

Maybe She Can Drive His Car

Pairing: Oblivious, Hot, Boyfriend, Mechanic Min Yoongi x Adorable, Spoiled, University Student, Jealous Girlfriend Reader

Word count: 11.6k

Summary: Yoongi's ex is back in town for a visit and you would be lying if you said you weren't slightly envious of a) how knowledgeable she is about stupid cars and b) how well she gets along with literally everyone.

- Uni Yoongi x Nerdy Reader (mini series) by @jungshookz

Note: these are all drabbles I'm gonna link my favorites in the series. I'll probably add more later.

Cocky Uni Student Yoongi x Nerdy Reader:

^^This is the start of the mini-series, recommend you read it first!^^

The One with the Scrunchie:

Contains: smut, a super cute scrunchie turning into a kink of sorts, slightly insecure Yoongi, experienced Yoongi, slightly inexperienced reader, shy about their own body reader.

Yoongi always had an Overactive Imagination:

Contains: talking about sex, implied smut, reader trying to be productive while also being horny, Yoongi being super distracted and horny.

"I'm gonna need you to shut up now please"

- CEO Yoongi Universe by @jungshookz

Suit&Tie (First Fic in the series)

Pairing: CEO Min Yoongi x Secretary Reader

Wordcount: 21k+

Summary: Young Intimidating Hot CEO Yoongi, Clumsy Secretary Y/N who loves Sugar, Best Friend Jimin. Funny Awkward Meeting that sets up the whole plot, was like reading a Kdrama in book form.

The One Where Augst D makes a Comeback (Favorite Fic in the series)

SPOILERS READ PRIOR DRABBLES TO CATCH UP!! (I recommend The First Date, The One Where Yoongi is Just a Little Jealous, The Proposal, The Wedding, Baby Makes Three, Baby Min's Timeline, The Birth of Baby Min, Daddy's Little Girl, Who the Hell is Augst D.

Pairing: CEO Min Yoongi x Secretary Reader

Word count: 6.5k

Summary: Yoongi finds out you faked an orgasm and he's going to gi-give it to you more ways than one.

- Demon Yoongi by @jungshookz

Hellish (I got some feelings for incubus Yoongi not gonna lie)

Pairing: Bratty, Super Sexy, Sex Demon, Mint Min Yoongi x University Student, Non-Supernatural Believer Reader

Word count: 22.1k

Summary: Jungkook is your clueless, energetic best friend. Wonho is a character in this fic, You are dragged into summoning a demon one night by your overly excited to be summoning a demon? best friend Jungkook. Spooky but Kind of Sexy Shit Happens! (This is probably my second favorite Yoongi Fic I've read!)

- Basketball Captain Yoongi by @jungshookz

Basketball Captain Yoongi

Pairing: Cocky, Popular, Charming Captain of the Basketball Team Min Yoongi x Water girl University Student Reader (who has been crushing on Yoongi hard for some time)

Word count: 18.4k

Summary: Jungkook is your athletic bro of a best friend that signs you up to be his replacement as the water boy (girl in this case) after he makes the team. You have had a pathetic schoolgirl crush on Yoongi for a while and is basically the only reason you agreed to be the water girl aside from spending time with Jungkook. It's fluffy & smutty!

- Android Yoongi @jungshookz

Technologically in love (..I cried! but I also smiled a lot so you know this is well written)

Pairing: Personal Assistant Prototype but SUPER Lifelike Android Min Yoongi x Messy, Junkfood, & Cartoons Loving Reader (basically your early 20s living alone kind of vibe)

Word count: 24k+

Summary: You live in a Detroit Becoming Human type universe but prior to a lot of the advancements. Androids are already a thing but not to the level the M1N Y00NG1 is yet. You are best friends with all the boys and they happen to be engineers which is how you ended up with Yoongi in the first place. Namjoon created Yoongi as a personal assistant prototype android & you are told to live with him. Things get fluffy, SUPER ANGSTY, and super smutty!

- Listen Closely by @avveh

Listen Closely ( sexiest Yoongi fic I have read so far, I kept wanting to go back and read again)

Pairing: Tsundere Office Worker Min Yoongi x Hardworking Office Worker Reader

Word count: 12.2k

Summary: Unintentionally, you stumble upon something that makes you view your coworker Min Yoongi in a whole new light. (SMUT 18+: Masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, breathplay, spanking, degrading names.)

Jung Hoseok:

- Secret Boyfriend Hoseok by @kpopfanfictrash

Keeping a Secret (this took me places...Idk about you but I have trouble finding really good Hoseok fics and this one was perfect. One of my favorite fics on this website)

Pairing: New Relationship Dom Hoseok x New Relationship Tease Reader

Word count: 3.7k

Summary: You and Hoseok have been hooking up for a few weeks now. No one in your friend group knows. What happens then, when he shows up at movie night looking better than anticipated? SMUT!

- Studio Sex Hoseok by @joonbird

Studio:

Pairing: Boyfriend BTS Hoseok x Girlfriend Reader

Word Count: 5k

Summary: Hoseok is stressed about his upcoming mixtape, so you decide to swing by his studio and help him relax. (Hobi being the beautiful glorious sexy man he is and putting those ungodly hips to use!)

Park Jimin:

- Jimin and His Pregnancy Kink by @boymeetsweevil

ME, YOU, AND THIS THING WE HAVE BETWEEN US (NSFW)

Pairing: Sweet Caring Domestic but Horny Jimin x Pregnant Hormonal Reader

Word count:~3.7k

Warnings (aka what to prepare for): everything is graphic and gross lmao, blowjobs (face f*cking), boob job (not the one w/ silicon inserts), cunnilingus, dom!jimin if u squint, cumplay if u squint again, dirty talk/degrading language, penetrative sex (doggy style), unprotected sex, PREGNANCY KINK that’s a big one

Summary: You’re pregnant and Jimin is…happy about it (If I remember correctly this one is 25% cute domestic Jimin trying to calm his hormonal pregnant partner and 75% pure filth aka Jimin having a pregnancy kink and trying to hide it but not well at all. This is however my ultimate fav Jimin smut I have ever read!)

- Crush/Neighbor Jimin by @sketchguk

Lover to Lean On: (I absolutely adore this fic. Overall it's just really well written and I felt like I was watching a show in my head rather than reading a short Tumblr fic. Highly recommend it!)

Pairing: Cute Customer & Neighbor Jimin x Florist Reader

Word Count: 19.9k

Summary: For months, you can hear your no-face neighbor and his ‘girlfriend’ singing and dancing and laughing and falling in love. Above all, you can hear their bed banging against your shared wall, and they won’t ever let you sleep. You’d much rather stay up at night worrying about your own problems, like the weight of an unrequited crush, so of course, you’re bitterly single. But one day, the apartment is radio silent. And one day slowly turns into one week and then into an immeasurable amount of time since you’ve heard his laugh. So on Valentine’s Day, when you’re missing it the most, you beg your neighbor to open up to you with cookies in one hand and two broken hearts in the other.

Kim Taehyung:

-Roommate Taehyung Universe by @jungshookz

Stuck with You

Pairing: Frat Bro bit of an asshole Roommate Kim Taehyung x Clean Organized bit of a Pushover Reader

Word count: 37k

Summary: Kim Taehyung becoming your new roommate is definitely up there on the list of the worst things to ever happen to you. Librarian Namjoon is your Best friend and ex-roommate. Frat bro Jeon Jungkook makes an appearance. There is so smut and implied smut.

The One with the One Year Anniversary (Drabble)

Pairing: The cutest domestic boyfriend Kim Taehyung x girlfriend reader

Word count: 4.6k

Summary: NO SPOILERS! so I'm going to give you a quote: "well, um, look! I made breakfast for you. f-for us!" Also, SFW

Jeon Jungkook:

- Gamer Jungkook by @softyoongiionly

PRESS START (this is the cutest fucking smut type fic I have ever read! it is so pure and is the exact type of relationship I want! IT MADE ME SIMP SO HARD!) gender-neutral I believe!

Pairing: Night owl Gamer Domestic Boyfriend Jeon Jungkook x Witty Domestic Cutesy Relationship Reader

Word count: 5.5k

Summary: A night in with your boyfriend Jungkook includes all kinds of things: anime, witty banter, snacks from 7-Eleven and, you know, sex. (GREAT READ!! I AM A SIMP FOR THIS FIC!!)

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e-vasong · 4 years ago

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What's the five-doesn’t-get-stuck-in-the-future-but-things-turn-out-the-same AU like??

:D I waited until I’d watched season 2 to answer this because I wanted to see if it gave me more ideas (which it did...but I’ll put those in another post if people want so I don’t have to spoiler tag this one). This AU was brainstormed with @smallerthanzer0 a while back, and they deserve extra credit because they are the one who listened to me going “lmfao what if Five didn’t get stuck in the future and decided to try and get rid of their dad” and said: wait. eva. THIS COULD BE GOOD.

so basically. in this verse:

Five does not time travel at age 13 and leave his family behind. he considers it, just as in canon, but something stops him. Outside interference, maybe, or just a niggling voice in his head that cautions him that the risk isn’t worth it.

What Five does do is snoop. And what he finds is a journal in their father's study with damning notes on Vanya.

He confronts their father about it. Reginald doesn’t take the challenge to his authority well.

Five is tired and hurting and at some point he realizes: their dad is never going to stop. And then he thinks: but I could make him.

So Five starts making a plan.

A plan that, should it come to fruition, would knock the Apocalypse off-course entirely. The Commission, already interested in Five for his abilities, decides that Five needs to be removed from the equation.

Notes start arriving for Five in strange places. Telling him things no one could possibly know, making promises no one could possibly keep. Warning of the end of all things.

Five is no fool. He crumples them up and throws them in the trash.

Then Ben dies on a mission

They’re 15, going on 16, and something goes wrong. A mission gets all fucked up. They think things are over, and then a gun goes off. Ben’s body jerks. There’s a spray of blood. He stumbles, and then the beast comes tearing out.

Run, Ben begs, and his siblings do, because there’s nothing else for them to do. Not unless they want to die too.

But Five can’t. He promised. He promised that he’d protect them. And if he leaves Ben here…that means he’s already failed. Blood is pouring from the bullet wound in Ben’s shoulder, dribbling down the corner of Ben’s mouth. He’s hovering in the air, limp and unconscious.

Someone, Klaus maybe, makes a sickened noise and lunges for Ben. But Luther stops him, catches him around the waist and bodily carries him out.

Go, Five says, as his siblings make it to the door. Allison is the last one out.

Come on, come on, Five, she says, holding a hand out to him. There’s tears trickling down her face, but she’s trying so hard to keep it together, and Five hates to break her heart any more. He smiles at her.

Sorry sis, he says, and slams the door in her face.

Ben’s tentacles are still violently attacking anything within reach; the only reason why Five is still in one piece is because Ben is unconscious and without Ben, the tentacles don’t seem to have eyes or any idea what to aim for.

But it’s too late. Five’s been doing this long enough to know when someone is fatally injured.

But Five has one last trick to try. And if it doesn’t work…well then. At least he died giving it his best shot.

Are you watching? He snarls at the ceiling. Are you watching? This is me saying yes. The deal. I’ll take your fucking deal, god damn it.

His world goes hazy, and he doesn’t register the pinprick of pain until the drug is already rushing through his system.

Huh, he thinks, and then passes out.

From outside, all that’s distinguishable is the sound of Ben’s body tearing itself apart. Five yells, something inaudible, words swallowed by the din. There’s a flash of light. And all is quiet.

Ben's body disappears along with Five’s and no one knows what happened to them, except for the fact that they must certainly be dead.

OK I’m putting the rest under a read more because this is long and I don’t want to be rude lmfao.

The Commission wants Five to kill people, just like in canon. And Ben is...well, the Commission works with time and reality. They have uses for a boy who can open portals between dimensions, though none of them are very pleasant.

In return...Ben gets to live, and at the end of it all the Commission will let them retire with time, money, and the resources to do whatever they want to Reginald Hargreeves.

(Neither of them buys that, of course. They're both too valuable. Five is habitually suspicious, and they both have their doubts about where that mystery bullet that hit Ben came from. And of course, though Ben and Five don't know it yet, the Commission is killing two birds with one stone with this trick, because taking both of them out of the picture is key for making sure the scheduled apocalypse happens).

So Five kills people for the Commission; Ben becomes a test subject

And things are different, and in many ways they are the same

Five and the Commission are using each other—Five to save Ben and his siblings. The Commission want to use Five’s powers, and they want to keep him from knocking the Apocalypse off track

Five has to go hard and fast in this verse: he’s young, the Commission has less patience for his mistakes, and his coworkers are gunning for him because it is embarrassing to be out done by a 16-year old. There’s no room for weakness or error.

He only ever allows himself moments of softness with Ben, because Ben…Ben needs it. And isn’t that why Five is doing this? Isn’t it why he does everything? To be what his siblings need and more?

Hazel hears about this new test subject they got in the labs. sibling to the new recruit. powers like they never saw before. and Hazel meets Five, and...doesn't like the kid, really, but a kid is a kid and that already sits poorly with Hazel.

But he has got to get a look at what they're cooking up in the labs, so he drops by the medical wing at one point.

And there's this kid laying in a hospital bed. bandages wrapped around his chest--not as scrawny as Five, but somehow he just seems smaller. Warm eyes, a bright, real smile--so different from his brother already. And so they get to talking

And Hazel talks to Ben, and Ben is...fuck, he's such a good kid. And Five must be too, because Ben is always reading some book or another that he says Five snuck in for him. (Please don't tell, Ben says, wide-eyed. Hazel crosses his heart, and starts bringing books by the dozen. They trust him much more than they do Five, and they don't mind that Ben is reading, really. They just worry that Five is scheming.)

And at first, Hazel tries to convince himself that he's not going to do anything stupid (though--some part of him knows from day one that if Ben asked, really really asked for his help...Hazel would say yes). But it gets harder. The surgeries get more invasive, Five gets more desperate, Ben's skin gets sallower and his smiles get weaker.

Hazel spends a bunch of his free time in the medical wing, keeping Ben company when Five can't. Reading to him, discussing theoretical physics with him. Until one day he overhears something he shouldn't--plans for Ben. Idk what. Maybe they aren't fatal, maybe they're just painful. Maybe it's the same as normal, but hearing about this child talked about like a science experiment to pull apart and discard is just too much. And the next time Hazel and Five brush shoulders in the hall, Hazel grabs Five by the wrist. Makes a big show of seeming mad.

And Five is watching him with cold, dangerous eyes. He's barely resisting the urge to break Hazel's arm and Hazel knows it. But something must hold him back; Hazel hopes that Five knows that Hazel isn't faking caring about Ben. That Hazel wouldn't just attack Five in the middle of a hallway. He must, because he snaps back a couple times, leans into the banter with witty retorts rather than violence. And then after all that posturing and threatening, Hazel says: "So I know you think you're hot shit around here, but you listen here. If you ever talk that way to me again I'll...well," and then he leans down, whispers in Five's ear: "the Handler is going to be out of her office in two hours. Get the key. East hallway. There's a collection of spare briefcases, last room on the left."

And then he keeps walking. Ben and Five are gone by that night, and the Commission launches a search mission right away.

They aim for October 1, 2008—the day their siblings are supposed to turn 19, which is the age Ben and Five are now. They fuck up. Five is distracted, maybe a patrol bursts through the door and opens fire.

They arrive on October 1, 2018, on their siblings’ 29th birthday. The briefcase is smoking and sparking, a dozen bullets buried in the side of it. It’s useless. Five throws it in the trash.

The family is scattered and ten years older than they planned for. Reginald Hargreeves is still alive. The Commission is coming for Five and Ben. The Apocalypse is looming.

Things are so very different than in canon, but in many ways they’re exactly the same.

Five and Ben take off on a quest to reunite their separated siblings. Luther, Diego, Allison, Klaus, and Vanya now have two traumatized adolescent brothers to take care of. It does wonders for group cohesion.

And there’s so much more, but this is ridiculously long already lmfao so I’ll leave off here unless people ask for more deets. I just have a lot of feelings about this AU.

#tua #the umbrella academy #tw: child abuse #ummmm i dont have a name for this AU #ugh i think if i ever wrote in this verse i was gonna call it The Song Remains the Same?#song remains the same AU #anon #long post #my writing

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pinkykitten · 5 years ago

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Shy Love

Neil Melendez x female! reader

Genre: comedy, angst, prompt, romance, fluff

Words: 2,304 (ok where did she come out of ?)

Request: By anon Could you do a Melendez x reader oneshot where at the hospital he’s the most shy person he’s ever seen but he happened to see her out and she’s totally different like loud and reckless and stuff, and he can’t decide which side of her he loves more and confesses

and another anon hiii idk if you’re taking requests but if you could do a neil melendez x reader fic w/ angst prompts 7 and 11 I’d be the happiest!!! (like mostly angst but ending with fluff if that makes sense)

Prompts: 7 - “you should’ve said that yesterday.” 11 - “it’s over, it’s done, just leave it be.”

Authors Note: MiX iT aLl ToGeThEr AnD yOu KnOw ThAt It’S tHe BeSt Of BoTh WoRlDSs!!!!!!! if you didnt get by the song i mixed two requests cuz why not but this one has a lot to do w walmart and like its funny and silly but then super angsty and gets rlly in the feels,,like its a whole lot but i love my boo sm he is lemonade

“Y/N, how would you like to join us? We’re going to the bar when our shift is over,” Neil asked you with dreamy eyes. His hand resting on your shoulder. Neil was always trying to bring you out of your shell and make you associate with your coworkers. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to gather with your workmates its you were shy around them. With your friends from your hometown they knew how odd you were and would never judge you or dislike you but all these doctors you knew were way more mature than you. They had their life figured out and you were worried they wouldn’t like the real you and who you really are.

You grabbed all your books that you were going to study that night for a patient of yours and carried your bag. “Thanks for the invite, but I think I’m going to call it a night.” You said with a small voice, thanking him with a kiss on the cheek.

“You sure?” Neil smirked.

You waved, “bye Neil.”

Neil shook his head at you declining his offer. All he wanted was to have a night out with you. He wanted to get to know you better.

As you stepped out of the hospital your phone buzzed with a call. You chuckled as you saw the caller ID display your friend and roommate's name.

“Yes, Janelle?”

“Girl, meet me at Walmart! They got the good stuff you like so much on sale.” She was sparking with such enthusiasm for something so mellow.

Giggling you put your friend on speaker as you started your car, “I think you’re the only person I know that gets excited for Walmart.”

“I thought since you’re always so busy-”

You rolled your e/c eyes, “here we go again! Always the same topic of conversation. I’m sorry I’m over here saving lives!”

“I’m just saying I barely see you anymore. I miss you. I want to know whats going on with your life. Any guys? Lets just hang out for a little bit, please.”

You felt bad, your friend sounded lonely and you could go for some best friend advice and love at this moment. “Sure, why not? I’m coming over! Order me something from McDonald’s okay? I’m starving.”

Janelle laughed loudly on the other end.

The burger hit the spot of your hunger. You licked your lips and wiped your fingers.

“Do you think we need more of this?” Janelle pulled out the coffee creamer from the milk aisle.

“Yes,” you said with a definite answer. “You drank all of the other one?”

Janelle looked at you bashfully, “oops, that was me?”

“Oops, that was me?” You repeated sarcastically. “Of course that was you. I barely get to drink coffee creamers anymore. I now drink that dark stuff at work.”

“Right, work. So how’s that Melendez doctor?”

You almost choked right there. People were eyeing you as you playfully slapped your friend in embarrassment. “Janelle! What if he’s here?”

“Honey, he probably shops at Whole Foods not at some Walmart, okay. Besides why are you so secretive about him?”

You waved your hands in front of your face to try hide your bashful expression, “Because, he’s so handsome and more mature than me. He has his whole life figured out. I’m still living off of Ramen while he probably eats with Beyonce!”

“Oh, someone has a crush! And he’s rich!”

You put bread in the cart and almost knocked the cart into an old woman, “Just because he may be rich, Janelle, doesn’t mean that’s the most important thing. But yes, Neil Melendez may be rich.”

Your best friend and wing girl squealed louder than a pig. “Oh my God! You like him! You like him! You like him! Why don’t you just ask him out then? You are so pretty, he’d probably say yes.”

“That’s the problem. He may say yes. It’s not definite. I’m, I’m too afraid. It doesn’t matter. We are just coworkers he’s my boss and we have a professional relationship, nothing more.”

“Alright, I won’t push it anymore.” Janelle grew a big, evil, smile on her face. She skipped behind you and pushed you in the shopping cart.

You screamed loud and whipped your head around to her, “what are you doing Janelle?”

“You’re too stressed out Y/N. Let loose. It’s time we have fun.” Janelle didn’t even give you enough time to interject because she was already speeding down the shopping lanes. She pushed you faster and faster.

At first you were afraid but then the adrenaline got to you and you started laughing. She poured chip bags and bags of marshmallows on you to replicate rain. She twirled the cart and your cheery cackles were heard through out the whole store.

This is what you meant. You could be a silly willy with your best friend and people that knew you. But you were too shy and afraid to reveal your fun self to others but more to Neil. You were frightened he would say you were too stupid for him or that you were not serious enough. Neil meant so much to you that you were always shy around him. You liked him so much and you never wanted to jeopardize your relationship you have with him.

What you didn’t know was Neil did indeed shop at Walmart and he was doing some last minute shopping.

He was peering at a bag of pistachios when he could of sworn he heard your shrieks. He paid no attention to it at first until he heard your voice nearby. It couldn’t have been you! No, not shy, flustered, Y/N. Neil turned the corner and was met with the surprise of you dancing in the shopping cart. He was a bit confused. You were always shy around him when Neil would talk and hang out with you. It was a complete 180. Who was this person? He couldn’t help but smile. You looked so adorable and cute having fun. You were being a ball of excitement. So different than how he knew you or what he thought he knew. He loved how sweet you were when you were shy but you seemed more happy now. He loved the real you. Neil even found himself getting jealous. Why didn’t you show your true, inner self to him? Were you afraid of him? He wanted to know everything about you and he felt like he didn’t know you at all. His smile started to disappeared. Neil didn’t think. Before he knew it he was making his way towards you and your roommate.

“Hello Y/N,” Neil created a fake grin.

You were completely horrified. Your heart pounded vigorously. Was he watching you this whole time? He probably thought you were being absurd. At once all the nerves consumed you. You became speechless. You were so embarrassed! You quickly hopped out of the cart and sheepishly put your hands behind your back. “H-hey Doctor Melendez. I didn’t know you shop here?”

“It’s Walmart. I hope I can shop here.”

Your eyes bugged out of your head.

“What my friend means is that you look rich and so handsome that we suspected you might shop at places like Whole Foods and what not.” Janelle saved your butt.

Neil chuckled, “no, I need my junk food.” He then eyed you. “Saw you having fun here.”

You looked down, scared for his talk.

“Why don’t I ever see this side of you? I think you should let that fire out more at work in front of all of us. I think its cute.” He winked at you as he walked away.

“Oh my God Janelle,” you fell against the cart, leaning against it. “I think I just died. That was so embarrassing!”

Janelle danced around you, “are you serious? He said you were cute! Agh, I wish a guy would say that about me!”

“I’m so glad that’s over.”

It wasn’t over. Far from it.

Neil couldn’t sleep that night. He was angry and jealous. He wanted to start a relationship with you but he didn’t even know who you were. How was it going to work? He didn’t understand why you kept who you were away from him? Do you hate him that much?

Neil paged you and texted you that he needed to discuss something with you, asap the next day at work.

Your bones shook like a tree. You were more than nervous, you were petrified. Was this about the fiasco at Walmart or was this something more? Neil meant so much to you, you didn’t want to ruin what you two already had.

You knocked on the door to a vacant room. You saw Neil sitting at the table through the glass windows.

“Come in,” he said loud for you to hear.

You walked in slowly.

“Please sit.”

You sat, biting your lip. You played with your fingers awaiting the blow.

“I just want to say I appreciate you taking time out of your busy schedule to meet with me but I wanted to discuss something that’s been bothering me.”

“Yes.”

“I thought I knew you. I don’t know why but when I saw you having fun yesterday my heart hurt. It’s weird to explain.” Neil rubbed his temples, clearly this was effecting him. “I fell asleep that night thinking about you.”

“About me?” You felt flustered.

Neil heard how that sounded and quickly tried to save himself from the grave he dug himself, “please, let me rephrase that. What I mean is, I know you for being this quiet, shy woman and who I saw yesterday was this outspoken, fun, burst of fire. Why is there such a change?”

You were afraid he was going to bring it up. You felt hot. You weren’t really sure how you were going to respond. “I don’t know.” You became shy.

“I just don’t understand why you are so...afraid of me? Have I done something to scare you?”

“It’s not you okay,” you were becoming overwhelmed. Why did he have to bring up something you were insecure about? Why couldn’t he just let it go? “It’s me. I just I don’t-”

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I just want a complete honest answer. I don’t want you to dislike me. Please tell me what happened.”

You wanted to shut out everything. You were self conscious of your personality. You felt like crying. You stared at your hands and wanted to be sucked in a hole. Your lips trembled as a tear fell.

Neil saw that and felt like a monster. “I’m sorry Y/N. I didn’t mean to-”

You wiped your tears away and stood up, “You said enough. It’s over, it’s done, just leave it be.” You were about to leave but entered the room again. “I’m insecure about myself and I don’t like the real me. I’m afraid you won’t like who I am because I really like you Neil. I hide because who I really am is this crazy, reckless person. I’m sorry I hurt your feelings. I’m sorry I’m weird.” You walked away leaving Neil feeling defeated and hating himself because all he wanted to do was tell you how he truly felt.

It was the next day and you were swallowed up in your blanket, eating ice cream and watching rom cons that were too good to be true. You felt hollow. You thought you maybe had a chance with Neil but he hated you and found you unattractive.

Janelle came in with a guilty look on her face, “it’s okay babes.” She hugged you tight. “If he doesn’t love you then he doesn’t deserve you because you are a gorgeous thing.” She smiled trying to make you laugh.

You chuckled weakly and cried into Janelle’s shoulder feeling like a glob rather than a person. “I even told him how I felt.”

There was a knock at the door. “I’ll get it.” You slipped on your slippers and walked around the apartment gloomy. You opened the door and standing there was Neil holding a bouquet of roses. “Oh its you.” You threw the door in his face.

“Please Y/N I really need to talk to you.”

Janelle turned you around like a mother, “go talk to him. Now.”

You groaned as you met with Neil’s body. “What do you want?”

“I wanted to apologize for the way I acted towards you yesterday. It was wrong and I am very sorry. I was being stupid. I was jealous because I wanted you to be yourself around me. I wanted to know how adorable you act and I want to push you in a cart. I want to have those fun moments with you because you are special Y/N. You have this beautiful, amazing personality that lights up the room and that makes me feel giddy. I’m a complete idiot for treating you like how I did but Y/N I like you. I like you a lot. I would love to take you on a date like a gentleman because you deserve the best. These are for you.” He handed you the roses.

You were speechless, mouth agape as you stared at this man completely smitten with you and confessing. You smelled the roses and smiled, “they smell amazing. Thank you.”

“Phew, I’m glad you liked them because I was really nervous you were allergic or something-”

You pulled Neil’s collar and gave him a big kiss. It was sensual and perfect. It wasn’t too quick but not too long. Both lips moved in perfect sync. “You should’ve said that yesterday.”

“I really should of if I was going to get that outcome.”

Janelle started clapping in the background like a victorious warrior. “Amazing! So when’s the wedding?”

(ENDING A/N: i’m not sponsored by walmart sAdly i swear hhhhh)

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reysjedi · 4 years ago

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My thoughts but mostly my feelings.

This is the 3rd time posting these. Idk how but they keep getting deleted. 3rd times the charm?

*****TROUBLED BLOOD SPOILERS AHEAD******

Okay so I am going to start with the non ship stuff first because once that begins I will become slightly incoherent lol

• I love Barclay. He is so freaking funny. His friendship with Robin is everything. “You need to learn to read the room, mate.” I think he will be coming for Ilsa’s number one spot on the “Cormoran & Robin Shipper” list soon.

• Speaking of Ilsa “It’s Robin’s birthday, you total dickhead.” I love it so much. Hoping for a miracle baby for her and Nick next book.

• I enjoyed the case. The characters seemed so developed and realistic. I really didn’t see the murderer coming. I also loved how it brought up why we trust certain people without a second thought.

• I had very few disappointments in this book (besides not having a kiss which I wasn’t truly expecting) but my 2 were 1. That Strike didn’t go to his Dad’s party. Idk I really wanted that for his character even if he ever does reconcile with him it won’t be at a public event, I just really wanted to him to go and of course bring Robin. 2. That Robin wasn’t at Joan’s funeral. The flowers were lovely though.

• Speaking of Joan <3 <3 <3 “I wish I had met your Robin.” I cried. I think it was really important for Strike to know Joan was proud of him and that he can think of that and her when he looks at the ocean.

• Delving in to Strike’s psyche more was amazing. Learning more about his childhood. His mixed emotions about Leda. Yes. Yes. Yes.

• I also loved Robin’s journey in this book. I’m also about to turn 29 and in a transition point in my life and how people kept saying “she was traveling in a different direction than the rest of us” really resonated with me.

• I’m super excited about Michelle joining the agency. Robin needs another female coworker. Speaking of, I love what Pat brings to the team, especially her dynamic with Strike.

• I CHEERED when Strike manipulated Creed like that will be awesome on screen.

OKAY NOW TO THE SHIP STUFF * cracks knuckles *

• I don’t think I have every loved a literary couple this much. The way JK manages to grow and develop their relationship each book sighhh

• THE AMOUNT OF TIMES I shouted “COMMUNICATE YOU IDIOTS” WHILE READING THIS BOOK lol but they do and when they do sighhhhh okay sorry can’t skip to the end

• I find it really funny that in a group chat on here I said I wanted holiday fluff L O L

• I was so upset for Robin on her 29th. I can’t believe he forgot but BOYYYY DID HE MAKE UP FOR IT

• Okay so let’s start the holiday fuck ups: Christmas

What a classic man. Waiting the last minute to buy presents and agonizing over it. Then he’s going to buy her perfume which just so happens is exactly what she wanted on her birthday (and yes he gets a major hint from Ilsa but still).

AND THEN HE PANICS because picking perfume for someone is pretty intimate and he was basically delirious because of fever AND HE GETS HER CHOCOLATES sighhhh I felt so bad for how stupid he was unknowingly being.

Her gift for him is so thoughtful and the only thing that cheers up his miserable Christmas <3

• Next, bloody Valentine’s Day: What a disaster. Robin finally lets out her frustrations on him and I think he was genuinely shocked. She had NEVER said anything like that to him. Strike has said several times how he appreciates “Robin being the only woman in his life who wasn’t trying to change him.” He thought she had no complaints because she kept quiet. It wounds him.

“And don’t buy me any more fucking flowers!” I was so worried he would take this as wanting no romantic gestures but he didn’t <3 and they even joke about it later <3

Then he thinks women never want him to apologize first (really Cormoran???) and isn’t going to call first BUT HE DOES he calls and it’s kind of a lame apology but HE CALLS FIRST.

• The banter the entire book was amazing because GUYS THEY ARE BEST FRIENDS.

• TIME FOR CHAPTER 58: “Romantic Whiskey in the Dark” aka THE BEST CHAPTER TILL 73 The intimacy, honesty, and vulnerability of this scene * clutches chest *

“I’d like to go to the Ritz please”… lol little did we know

He finally tells her about his Dad and half siblings pestering him. He even tells her about his childhood (y’all I couldn’t believe it). Picturing young Cormoran with too short pants, anxious to meet his Dad, and then the crushing realization that he didn’t want to see him. Then him calling Strike an accident in front of him. My heart broke.

Robin FINALLY asks him about Charlotte and he tells her about her overdose and how much anxiety that was giving him.

I feel like typing Strike’s entire inner monologue starting with “How could he say, look, I’ve tried not to fancy you since you first took off your coat in this office…” but just do yourself a favor and read Chapter 58 again (I’ll be reading it & 73 at least 5 times each today lol).

Then he brings up Ilsa trying to set them up. * flails *

They talk about Matthew and Sarah because they are sharing. And guys, sharing is truly caringggg.

Then they have the conversation about wanting to have kids. (I have a few idk meta? thoughts about all the foreshadowing in this book about them having a kid together).

I absolutely love how Robin calls him out on his “self-indulgence.” I’m not saying Strike will ever change his mind about kids but I loved that she challenged his reasoning. They are so perfect together I swear.

Then he calls her his best friend. And Robin dies. And I DIED. It was so perfect and genuine. Her response was so cute because she was so taken aback.

EVERYTHING WAS PERFECT

Then they both start thinking about the bed that is MEARLY UPSTAIRS AND I THINK I PASSED OUT FOR A BIT.

Seriously guys CHAPTER 58 IS EVERYTHINGGGGG

• I loved how they had an honest conversation about Strike’s protectiveness of her while on the job.

• Strike chastising himself for considering/wanting to buy her a stuffed donkey <3

• “Ya but you’re exceptional.” He so casually makes Robin’s heart soar. It is perfect.

• OKAY I THINK I’M READY TO DISCUSS ROBIN’S 30TH I NEVER and I mean NEVER COULD HAVE IMAGINED THIS FOR THEM

Back to Strike appreciating Robin “never wanting to change him” but then she tells him she hates when he’s late (andddd he’s on time NO DARE I SAY EARLY for their meetings for the rest of the book). She often feels underappreciated and wishes he would just make more of an effort. AND BOYYYY DOES HE EVER.

HE CHANGES GUYS… TO MAKE HER HAPPY “People can change. Or so a psychiatrist in Broadmoor told me.”

She thought he forgot again * cries *

He arranges for her to wake up to his donkey balloon and signs it “(Not flowers) Love Strike x” GUYSSSSS

Robin’s little tarot card read (WE NEED TO META THE CRAP OUT OF THIS) T

hen they meet up and HE LETS HER PICK OUT HER PEFUME (what she has been searching for the entire book, the perfume that suits her new life and he buys it for her in the best possible way THE SYMBOLISM COROMORAN IS ONE WITH THE PERFUME THE PERFUME IS ONE WITH HIM * flails *) and HE ADMITS HE FUCKED UP GETTING IT FOR HER ON CHRISTMAS

SHE ASKS HIM TO HELP HER CHOOSE BEWTEEN THE LAST TWO AND HE CHOOSES THE ONE THAT REMINDS HIM OF SEX. I mean I never thought the description of “musky skin and bruised flowers” could be so sexy.

I DIEDDDDDDDD

THEN HE TAKES HER TO THE RITZ FOR CHAMPAGNE <3 <3 <3

ROBIN WAS SO SHOCKED BUT NOT AS SHOCKED AS ME

“Strike, said Robin, This is thoughtful.” Oh you mean just like you asked him to be? This is him trying. HE’S WOOING YOU ROBIN.

GUYS WHAT IF THE NEXT BOOK STARTS RIGHT AFTER THEIR DATE (yes it is totally a date) AND THEY HAVE SEX BECAUSE THAT WAS STRIKE FINALLY TRYING (and he changed his phone numberrrrr)

THAT WAS PEAK ROMANCE (I need fics).

I am seriously so happy with how far they have come together and super excited about their future <3

wow

If anybody read all of that message me so we can discuss (flail) together.

When do we get to read book 6??????

#take 3 lol #strellacott #cormoran x robin #cormoran strike #tb spoiler #tb #strike #strike x robin #i have a lot of feelings #otp: this is what i love #otp: youre exceptional

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ruinedandnotorious · 4 years ago

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tumblr, listen.

i have a lot on my mind and i need to get it out and i have too many other people looking at my other social media accounts to say it all there. i should’ve known my old pal tumblr would be there for me.

woo lord, i am frustrated. and anxious. i keep feeling like i’m on the precipice of something. that all of my work and hope and traction is going to lead... somewhere. somehow. sometime. but i don’t know how or with who and certainly not when and i wish the when was yesterday.

i have so many ideas i can’t get off the ground for whatever reason. i’ve tried though! i sent off some applications, submissions and emails this week that will hopefully yield some kind of results. yesterday i was very much in that mindset of, “they can bite you, but they can’t eat you,” so i just went for things.

i’ve put things out into the world, but it never hurts to put them out there more. so, here goes.

i am lucky to have the job that i have. the money sucks, but my boss is super flexible with my time and supportive of my volunteer work. i actually really like every single coworker, which has never happened before, lol.

right now, though, we are only working 30 hours... which is PERFECT for my mental health, but AWFUL for things like rent and bills. i’m making it, but that’s literally it. i need more money, majorly. but man, i enjoyed the hell out of unemployment last year. i want a new job - one that pays well - and one that doesn’t feel like work. i know, that’s everyone’s dream. but i feel like i am so close to getting there but it’s always just out of reach.

my job is fine, truly. it’s easy. it’s cushy - i’m working from home, thank god. BUT staying inside all day is getting to me physically and, unless i have a work meeting or am recording my podcast, i don’t talk to anyone but my cat (and my mom, by phone), so it can really drain my mental health. but i also don’t want to get out too much because, hello, goddamn covid.

this last year has taught me a lot, but it’s also changed how i socialize. i’ve always been introverted but it’s worse now and i’m picky about who/how i socialize. i have this one friend that i’ve known since elementary school. we’ve always been friends, but never super close. we have nothing in common, literally nothing. for a while, that didn’t matter. it was fun to catch up. now, though? the friendship feels like a chore. i hate saying that. but i don’t know that either of us get anything out of it, really. but she keeps trying to reach out and i’ve ignored her every time. i’ve ignored her for MONTHS. she deserves a response. but i also know that any response will just fuel the fire. i hate to be like, can we not? but every time i try to work myself up to respond to her, i just can’t. it’s like my brain is like, no, we’re not saying anything. no. don’t even consider it. i just have this block. i feel so bad saying that. she’s done nothing wrong! but i also know i tiptoe around stuff because, again, we have nothing in common, so it’s not like i can just freely speak my mind about anything. she doesn’t give a shit about anything i’m into an vice versa, so it’s frustrating to just update my life like, “well, i work, that’s it.” because she doesn’t give a damn about anything else i’m doing or am into. UGH. like. why does she want to keep this going? i had someone - like a best friend (not this friend i’m talking about, but one that’s much closer to me) - tell me recently that i am a shitty friend so... this is proof. yay.

anyway. i met someone recently who blew my damn mind. she’s a spiritual advisor/counselor, and we instantly connected about so many things but i also learned so much from her - in just the few hours we talked. i want to do an actual session with her, but her rates are high and i don’t have the money. i’ve thought about asking her if i could trade some social media services for a session - like basically be her social manager for a month - but i also know money is money and she’s worth actual money, not likes/followers on social. i don’t know. i do not want to disrespect her; i know she’s worth every penny.

but she did confirm some things i’ve wondered about in terms of those i’ve lost. she gave me a bit of peace. but i have more questions. like, a whole page of questions, lol.

she also opened my eyes to some healing work i need to do on myself... in a lot of ways, but especially in regards to my last job and how they fucked me over. i have so much anger and hurt from that, a year later. and i even consider what they did to me a blessing - it’s really led to a life that is more in line with what i actually want and value. i’m just angry at how it all went down and how they still act - or don’t - toward me.

the mag i work for let me write about my dad’s passing and the complications of covid grief, so that was great - i had an outlet for that. but how do you go about getting your feelings out about your last employer... who’s a major player in town and who drives tourism for the city.. lol. i’m sure i’ll let it all out here sooner or later.

i jumped back on a dating site, 100% for the distraction, not because i thought i’d actually meet someone. which is probably why i haven’t, lol. like... no one even comes close to what i think i want in a man. i keep hoping someone will show up at the cemetery... yes when i’m covered in graveyard dirt and sweat and looking my worst... i also feel bad that i keep hoping the cemetery will answer all of life’s questions and fix me in all the ways. like. my expectations are too high - of a cemetery! - so i’m sure my expectations for a guy are too high too.

i’m also not ready to meet someone because i am physically just not into a relationship either. i’m my biggest i’ve ever been. i was doing so well at becoming body neutral - just accepting of my body, not so much loving it - but woo lord, i somehow gained like 10 pounds over the last week and i am feeling it, big time. idk how i’ve gained so much when i mostly eat at home? and i don’t think i’m eating THAT bad at home? i never fry anything? i do eat a lot of cheese i guess. i don’t know. gonna go to the doctor soon and i’m sure THAT will be a fun visit. plus, my hands - especially my left hand - has really bad trigger finger (i’m guessing that’s what it is, it meets all of the symptoms on webmd lol) and it hurts so bad. i don’t wanna go back to an ortho.

there are other issues, specifically concerning shark week (i asked my psych doc about it and she made me feel normal, so thank god for her), that i’ve got to get squared away, too. it feels like my body has just ran away from me and i can’t control any part of it.

i’ve read so many good books in the last year, holy shit. lately i’ve been watching movies while i work and holy shit, classic movies are so damn good. claude rains, man.

pose is amazing. blanca is like, the perfect human ever? if ever i run away to start a new life, i’m using the name elektra abundance. i. love. elektra. so. much.

i’m angry at myself because i’ve always wanted to collect mini brands and dammit i finally bought my first ball and... yep. i wanna get ‘em all. they are $7 a ball. i don’t need this stupid, expensive thing to be into.

that’s just it. i wish i had the money for little frivolous things like that. there’s an edgar allan poe tarot deck at my local witchy shop that i am DYING for. i want a new tattoo - not even anything that big or expensive!

i really want a damn vacation. i feel so bad saying that. but i just want out of this area for a second.

SIGH.

generally... life’s alright. i just want it to be better and maybe a little more exciting.

#weight #body issues #life #money #jobs #wtf am i even doing #tv #friendship

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itsclydebitches · 4 years ago

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I'm hanging out with a new coworker whos a aspiring writer at a bookstore tomorrow. Not a date technically, but still nervous. She's writing a fantasy series with a trans protagonist to. Since she didn't have that role model for herself growing up. I'm a casual reader unlike her. Advice on how to not be a nervous wreck?

That’s fantastic, anon! I hope the two of you have a blast together. Sadly, I’m not the best at advice of that sort because I too get nervous about so many things. I think the closest I’ve ever gotten to a revelation is acknowledging that I probably can’t not be a nervous wreck... so better to just try and treat the nerves, so to speak, rather than hoping they’ll disappear entirely. Some things I do with varying degrees of success:

Recall a similar scenario you made it through and acknowledge that you in fact did not die and the world did not end. Try to convince your brain that it will be the same outcome this time around. It’s just being stubborn and saying it won’t.

Prep for stuff. I like being in control - or at least feeling like I’ve got something like control - which for nervousness means thinking through solutions for all my stupid “What if this horrible thing does happen??” scenarios. For get-togethers it’s usually stuff like, “What if I have nothing to talk about?” Think of cool things you can ask them/bring up (their writing, what books you’ve enjoyed, etc.) “What if I have a rom-com moment and spill something all over my top?” Chuck an extra shirt into the back of the car. Stuff like that.

Nervousness is physical so if you can get some exercise, do so. Go for a walk, dance to some music, anything that gets your blood pumping. You’ll feel better after you’ve expanded that energy.

Try to distract yourself. The time between now and the actual get-together is when nervousness is at its worst (anticipation and all that), so best to find a way to pass the time rather than dwelling on it too much.

Ask friends to provide a more objective outlook. I frequently text my friends like, “HI I’M WORRIED ABOUT ___ HOW LEGIT IS THIS??” and my worry will either be #confirmed - in which we then work on figuring out a solution - or more likely I get a loving, “Not legit, dumb-dumb, and here’s why.” If you can’t listen to your own brain try listening to someone else’s.

It also never hurts to turn to those who you know can provide some excellent confidence boosts. Chat with a friend who when you go, “I’m afraid they won’t like me...” they start singing your praises at the top of their lungs

Eat chocolate. Idk what exactly it’s gonna do besides taste good, but that’s my go-to solution for everything lol

And, of course, remember that you’re going to have fun! However nervous you might be now it’s going to be well worth it come tomorrow 💜

#Anonymous

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intobangtan · 6 years ago

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Crush

Requested by anon (a long while back)

You’re Taehyung’s sister and you come to realise that you might be in love with his best friend. And maybe he likes you back.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader (ft. Jungkook)

Word count: 5.2k+

Type: One shot; Fluff 🌼 & Smut Ⓜ️

Warnings: amatuer writing smut; explicit sex, oral (f receiving); dirty talk and idk

“You should come with me, YN.” Taehyung pulled you towards the front door even though you protested not to accompany him to his dinner meeting.

“Everyone is bringing their siblings. You know most of my colleagues anyways.” Your brother crossed his arms over his chest, pouting. You stared at him, debating whether you should go or not. His colleagues were on vacation and yet they decided to have a company dinner together.

Why would coworkers stick together on their days off?

It had been a while since you last saw your brother’s friends. You would meet with Jungkook regularly but since he changed the department he worked in, he was busy lately.

“And Jimin’s been asking me about you.” Taehyung noted, making you roll your eyes. Exactly, there was Jimin. He was your brother’s best friend, your huge crush since high school and the only boy in the world that made you feel like a beautiful woman. He had always been considerate of you but-

You were in a complicated relationship with him since you last kissed him at a party - out of nowhere. He had rejected you after you had confessed your feelings, so you shouldn’t be seeing him. Things were already awkward enough.

But you got ready anyways. You changed into a dark red dress and applied minimum makeup before your brother told you to hurry up.

Taehyung decided to take your car and without wasting more time you drove to a popular restaurant near Hongdae. You had heard of this place. Your best friend kept telling you about this restaurant but seemed as you’d be coming here first without her.

Inside you noticed a long table with business men sitting all around it. Your face lit up when you saw the only same aged friend. Jungkook jogged towards you with his arms wide open for a hug.

“How are you, YN,” He pulled back, smiling widely at you.

You told him about how you’d been and how Uni was going for you as he led you to the table. Taehyung began introducing everyone as you silently sat down next to your brother.

Everyone was quick to fall into conversations between small groups. Your eyes travelled over your surroundings as you felt uneasy. You wanted to slap yourself when you realized that your eyes were looking for someone certain - Jimin.

You wondered where he was. He worked at the same company as your brother. He should be attending the dinner, you thought. Taehyung didn’t talk about him around you that much, knowing that it might make you feel uncomfortable after the incident two weeks ago.

Jimin had been sober that night because he would have dropped you off at home after the party. In comparison to him, you had never drunk so much in your life. You remembered how Jimin had tried to stop you from taking any more shots, so he had led you outside the house, the party had been at.

You had walked around the area. He had helped you keep your balance by holding your arm and leading the way with his other hand on your lower back.

You didn’t remember much of what you had talked about but when you had made your way back to the party, you had stopped right befor going inside, leaning against the wall to take a break from all the wandering around. Jimin had stayed quiet, silently observing your every move.

You winced at the memory. He must have found me disgusting.

And then you did it.

He was watching you and you had simply leaned forward to kiss him. It was a brief kiss but for you it was the world. Your lips still tingled when you thought about it.

You had told him that you liked him but he didn’t respond. He had only stared at you with wide eyes for two minutes straight and then laughed awkwardly. It was embarrassing. The only thing he could do was laugh. So you had run inside and avoided him ever since.

Taehyung had no idea how uncomfortable it got. Three days ago Jimin had come to pick your brother up for work and waited in the living room for your brother to get ready. You were in the bathroom back then and to get inside your room, you had to pass through the living room. To avoid that, you waited. You had waited for over half an hour in the bathroom for Jimin to leave. When you had heard the front door shut, thinking that they had left, you had stepped out. But unfortunatly you had come face to face with a confused Jimin. Yup, he had asked if you had been in there for almost an hour.

You sighed, wishing, there would be a way to go back in time. If you could take back the kiss, at least you’d have your crush around you to silently continue admiring him.

You focused back on the dinner and noticed that your brother’s phone rang and he quickly got up to answer.

“It’s been such a long time since we hung out together.” Jungkook sighed, leaning back in his seat next to you.

“Yeah,” You smiled, “But I’ve gotten better. I’d still beat your ass in Overwatch.”

“Oh come on, don’t challenge me.” He smirked, winking. “You’re never near my level.”

You snorted, crossing your arms over your chest, “Let me remind you of all those nights you went crazy because you just couldn’t win against me. Even in Mario Kart, Kook.” You were both extremely competitive and you had your own games, you were better than the other in.

“YN, I hate you.” He chuckled.

“I love you, too.” You ruffled his hair slightly and turned your head when Taehyung came back, having a look on his face, you knew he was about to ask you for something.

“YN,” He dragged your name in a pleading tone making you roll your eyes. “Can you pick up a friend for me?”

“What friend?” You huffed.

“His car won’t work and he asked me to come pick him up but my PD has something to discuss with me and-” Taehyung was about to continue listing a few more excuses but you just raised your hand, cutting him off.

“Ok, I’ll do it. I’m not social enough to befriend your colleagues anyway.” You stood up, giving Jungkook a brief hug before making your way out of the restaurant and towards your car. You were out quickly, the fresh air bringing life to your senses. This company dinner wasn’t anything for you.

As soon as you got inside your car, you saw the location Taehyung had sent you over message. You were relieved to see that it wasn’t too far. Just a 15 minute drive.

You arrived in front of a large apartment complex. And somehow, it was a familiar building. Had I been here before?

You shook your head, probably not. You’d drive this man to the dinner and decided that you’d might hang out elsewhere. You stared up at the building before checking the message again.

Taehyung’s friend stayed at the 7th floor. The door opened quickly after you rang it. You hoped for him to come downstairs but after waiting for a while, you decided to take the lift upstairs and see what took so long. The door was ajar. You stepped forward slowly pushing it open.

“Tae,” The voice sounded strangely familiar. “You don’t expect me to hurry, right? I just got out of the showe-”

You gasped when your eyes landed on Jimin with only a towel around his lower half. His eyes widened and he stopped half sentence when he noticed you.

“What the fuck?” He muttered, frowning.

You couldn’t believe that your brother sent you to pick him up out of all people, the man who had rejected you, the one and only Park Jimin. And he was half naked. Heat made its way to your cheeks and you knew, you probably looked like a tomato.

Taehyung! You took a deep breath as several scenarios of how you would murder your brother tonight crossed your mind.

But right now, all your eyes did was roaming the toned body in front of you. You tried to avert your gaze, feeling embarrassed. This was the worst way of encountering Jimin after the mess you had caused.

“Why did Tae-” He cut himself off again, running his hand through his wet locks.

“Just sit down and wait. I’ll be right back.” He motioned for you to sit on the couch in the living room. Your mouth still hung open as you tried hard to erase the image of Jimin’s muscled chest from your mind.

He had changed a lot, you noticed. You had been crushing on him since high school but his facial features were a lot sharper by now than back in his teenage years.

He was still standing a few meters away, staring at you with an expression you couldn’t decipher. Jimin was like an open book usually. But today, you couldn’t tell what might go through his mind.

You silently sat down on the couch and waited for him to get ready. You couldn’t get the sight of him in only a towel out of your head. You rubbed your face with your hands, sighing. This was not good.

When he entered the room again with a decent attire, you jumped up, avoiding his gaze. You headed for the door but stopped when Jimin grabbed your wrist.

“Hey, YN,” His soft voice made your chest ache. Ugh, why did it feel like back in high school? When you hadn’t kissed him, when you hadn’t confessed. Everything had been so much easier.

You didn’t turn around and he loosened his grip.

“How have you been?”

You breathed out heavily. You had no reason to fight with him, right? But why did you have the urge to snap? Because he rejected you or because you felt stupid for confessing? You couldn’t tell.

“Okay, I guess.” You still didn’t look at him but an awkward tension built up in the room. He stepped forward to stand next to you.

You could feel his gaze lingering on the side of your face. “Are you not going to ask me how I have been?”

“No.”

He snorted, shaking his head. “Yeah, I remember why we couldn’t sort things out.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” You frowned. Was that sarcasm? You huffed, crossing your arms.

He shrugged, “Nothing.” With that Jimin made his way to the door. He motioned for you to come, a smirk playing on his lips. You lifted an eyebrow, knowing that something was going through his mind but the way he stared at you was confusing. You knew too well. You had been with him for years.

And right now, something was off about him.

One minute he made remarks to bully you, another he had this half smile that made you fluster.

Was this somehow amusing to him?

“By the way,” The smirk still plastered on his face, “you look beautiful tonight.”

At the dinner you sat with Jungkook and tried hard to avoid Jimin’s intense stare and different attempts of talking to you.

Yes, you couldn’t find any excuse to leave. Taehyung wouldn’t let you. He also admitted that he purposely sent you to pick Jimin up, so that you both started to talk again. But little did he know that I had walked in on him naked.

“Why won’t you just sort it out with him?” Jungkook sighed, watching you. “It’ll be a lot easier for you.”

“There’s nothing to sort out, Jungkook.”

“But Jimin is a good guy and you had been good friends.”

“I don’t care,” Jungkook gave up, shaking his head. The restaurant had a bar section and by now everyone had finished their dinner and moved to the bar to have some drinks. Jungkook and you went to that section as well and you waited for your friend to bring you some drinks.

You didn’t notice Jimin coming to stand next to you and when you turned around, you crashed into his chest.

“What the hell? You startled me.” You blushed, looking away quickly.

“I was wondering what you’d like to drink.”

“Jungkook is getting me something.”

“Oh come, YN, don’t be like this.” Jimin groaned.

“I’m serious. He’s getting me something.”

“That’s not what I mean,” He rolled his eyes. “I’m talking about your attitude and your way of avoiding talking to me.”

“Why shouldn’t I be like this? Also there is nothing I can think of that I would like talk to you about because you-” You stopped mid-sentence, not wanting to remember how he had rejected you.

“But there is something I want to talk about but we simply couldn’t because you won’t let me.” Jimin ran his hand through his hair, sighing.

“You didn’t even try to talk to me until today and now after what happened, you want me to forget and casually talk to you? Because I can’t do that.”

“I don’t want you to forget, YN,” He grabbed you by your shoulders, forcing you to look at him. “I want us to continue.”

Your eyes widened as you stared at the boy in front of you with shock written all over your face. Was he even ok? What did he want to continue? Being friends? And you’d live with that embarassing memory, remembering it everytime you come face to face with him?

“What are you talking about?” You asked.

“About your confession.”

You began feeling annoyed. “Are you putting me on the spot?”

“No,” Jimin was smiling by now. “You really don’t get it, right? I want to continue that conversation because at the party you didn’t hear me out.”

“But you told me that you don’t like me in t-that way. I-” You stuttered the last bit, still not being able to comprehend the situation.Jimin chuckled, a slight blush forming on his cheeks.

“You don’t even remember what I said or what I didn’t because that night, I did indeed wanted to tell you that I liked you back but you ran off.”

Was he being serious right now? Your heart stopped beating.

“You like me back?” You gasped. Your head turned to meet the eyes of a very confused Jungkook, listening to your right. He looked back and forth between Jimin and you, “I’ll come back later with the drinks.” He winked at you before you stared back at Jimin.

“Yes, I do and if you let me, I’ll finish what you have started the last time.” You couldn’t believe what Jimin was saying. You had been fantasizing about him for a long time but you would have never thought that he would like you back in anyway. The image of his bare chest popped up in your mind and you gulped nervously. Would he let you touch him?

“So are you in or not?” You hadn’t seen this side of him. He smirked at you, his finger began tracing your cheek and down your neck. He was daring you. But you-

“I don’t understand.”

Jimin huffed, his head falling to the front. "Beautiful, what don’t you understand when I say that I like you and that I want to kiss you and more.“

Your body heated up. You wanted this. This was what you always wanted but how far were you willing to go?

“I’ll take it slow. Only as far you like.” How was it that he responded to exactly what you thought. And was this really happening?

Jimin liked you. You knew, he had always liked you but in a brotherly way you had thought. You had hated yourself for ruining the friendship you had with him for years. But right now, you regretted nothing. Your knees felt weak under you. You nodded eagerly.

He smirked, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the bar towards the parking lot. You stumbled behind him, feeling nervous and forgeting about your brother completely. Yes, you liked Jimin and you had known him for a long time but why did you feel insecure? Why was this whole situation stressing you out suddenly?

You took your car keys and you stared at the side of his face as he drove. You couldn’t find a word to say, your palms starting to sweat. What underwear was I wearing? You didn’t remember. Maybe, he wasn’t even thinking of taking it that far and your cheeks turned red, feeling embarassed.

You heard Jimin chuckle next to you. “YN,” Your name coming out of his mouth was melodic to your ears, “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do. Telling you how I felt, got me overly hyped, I guess. I can take you somewhere else if you want me to.”

You knew how he was with girls and you were surprised to hear his considerate words. Usually Jimin would fool around, nothing serious. This was what made you nervous, you noticed. But he would be serious with you, right?

You shook your head at him and he sped up even more. You hadn’t even realized when you were back at the familiar apartment. For ten minutes straight, you had been fidgeting in your spot and you could only throw a few glances to the fast driver to your left.

“You won’t believe how long I have wanted this.” He whispered in a husky tone and you wanted him to take you here and now.

“What about the dinner?” You murmured.

“Fuck the dinner.” He was quick to open the door to his apartment.

“Or you can fuck-” You quickly shut your mouth as your mind caught up with the words that slipped out of you.

Jimin’s eyes turned a few shades darker as he comprehended what you were about to say. He pressed you against the wall, his breath fanning your skin. “I have been wanting to do this ever since I tasted your lips on that party.” His eyes pierced into yours. “But I can wait. If you don’t feel ready, it’s ok.”

But you didn’t want to wait. You didn’t want to risk having awkward tension between you and him. You liked him. More than you thought, you realized the more you stared into his beautiful eyes.

You cupped his face with your hands, leaning forward to kiss him again. Sudden confidence took over you and his response was immediate. At first he was testing his waters, slowly and gently moving his lips to match your pace but it got messier. His hands had a tight grip on your waist. He bit down on your lower lip, causing you to whimper. He used the small opportunity to let his tongue slip into your mouth, battling with yours.

Jimin couldn’t believe either that you were doing this.

To him, you had been an angel that no human in the world could compete with. He had always found you precious but knowing his own ways and how he was towards girls, he wanted to keep you away from himself. You were too pure.

But when he saw you walk in on him with that tight dress around your curves, he came to understand that you weren’t that little girl from years back anymore. He was done holding back.

He still remembered how much he hated the guy you had dated in senior year in high school. He had always told you that he was no good but you never listened. You had never listened to the advice he gave you. But even then, he was aware that you liked him. You would always be giggly around him. You would laugh at every joke Jimin made. He knew back then as well that he liked you.

And now he had you pressed against himself. He was about to lose it but he didn’t want to go rough on you. He’d take his time with you today.

Jimin’s hand slid down your dress, grabbing under your thigh to hook your leg around his waist. You gasped but he quickly sealed your lips with his again.

He deepened the kiss more and more and you didn’t know how much more pressure one could do while kissing. Your eyes were tightly shut and all you felt was his body molding against yours.

You were hot at every possible spot and your eyes were about to roll back in your sculp as Jimin began grinding against your core.

You didn’t even try to fight back the whimpers that escaped your lips as at the same time his tongue travelled down your neck.

“I want to do this properly,” He whispered, effortlessly lifting you up bridal style. Your breathing hitched as his eyes were fixated on your face and you tried hard to avoid meeting his gaze.

The way he stared at you with lust and hunger was causing heat in your core. He put your feet to the ground. He stood behind you his fingers slowly unzipping your dress. He watched as the dress fell to the ground, leaving you in your black undergarments.

You gulped nervously but the look in his eyes gave you some confidence.

“You’re so beautiful, baby.” You blushed at the pet name.

His index finger traced down your collar down your breast and then behind you. His eyes met yours again, silently asking for permission before your bra fell to the ground.

You bit down your lip, letting him do whatever pleased him.

But the way he took it slow was tensing you. Your skin tingled under his touch as he pushed you onto his bed, his lips finding your neck and his hands kneading your breast. You arched your back into his touch, moaning shamelessly.

You had never experienced something like this before. His teeth and tongue doing magic on your skin.

You froze when his finger traced the lace of your panties. You were soaked already and he could tell.

He locked his eyes with your again.

“Do you want me to do this?” Jimin’s voice was hoarse and you breathed heavily at the sight of him between your legs about to go down on you.

“Have you ever done this?” There was worry in his eyes but also neediness. You had slept with someone before but you weren’t experienced.

“No,” You whispered, nervously. Your ex boyfriend had fingered you before but never had one man eat you out. You shivered the more you stared at Jimin, your nipples hardening.

“But I want everything you can give me,” These sweet words made Jimin snap and he practically tore your panties down your legs.

You steadied yourself up on your elbows to watch him. You had squeezed your thighs shut in response but Jimin gently spread them open again.

“Don’t hide something this beautiful, baby.” His breath was fanning your entrance, his eyes wide. You could see that he was trying to go slow, he didn’t want to pressure you.

“Baby, you’re so wet and I haven’t even touched you yet.” You loved the way he talked so sweetly yet so dirty. “Do you want me to take care of this mess like the gentleman I am?”

You nodded.

“I want you to tell me.” You sighed, your fingers finding their way into his hair, pulling at it.

“But I don’t want you to be gentle.” You mewled.

Jimin grumbled, his tongue taking a long stroke of your core. Your head hit the mattress as you squirmed under him.

His tongue was all over every sweet spot, making you whine when he inserted a finger mercilessly pumping it in and out. The room filled with the lewd noise of his finger fucking you, his lips sipping your juices and the deep moans rolling of your tongue.

Jimin quickened his pace when your thighs began to twitch, telling him you were close.

You pulled roughtly at his hair as Jimin bit at your sensitive clit, toying with it, making you squeeze his head between your legs.

“Do you like this, baby?” He mumbled while doing his work on your cunt.

“Mhmm,” You breathed heavily whining and grinding against his tongue. You moved faster, desperately trying to reach your high. He pumped his finger harder, licking and biting taking you over the edge.

“Show me how much you like this, sweetheart. Cum for me,” With that you let loose, with a groan coming from deep down your throat. You juices dripped onto the mattress, your body a shivering mess as Jimin hovered above you, pressing his lips onto yours to make you taste yourself.

The corners of his lips and the tip of his nose shined from your cum. The scene was a huge turn on.

You bit your lip as you watched Jimin take of his clothes in swift movements. His dick sprung out and he was quick to get in position.

“Oh, how long I’ve dreamed of fucking you relentlessly, wanting to make you scream my name for everyone to hear.” He hissed the words as he spit into his palm, rubbing his cock a few times up and down.

Excitement built up in you, your body still sensitive from the oral he gave you but you wanted this more than anything else. Seeing him this hyped, lust written all over him, made you feel dizzy. You needed him now.

“Then fuck me the way you please to.” You didn’t where the confidence to say that came from but the more you saw him eye like your his prey, his last meal on earth, you felt hot.

Like never before.

Jimin lined up to your entrance, lifting your leg to throw it over his shoulder. You watched him mesmerized, drops of sweat forming on his forehead, his brows furrowed, biting down his lower lip.

You loved the way he looked during sex. So into it. You stared at him, trying to memorize his face. He slowly slid inside, your mouth falling open, inhuman sounds leaving your lips.

When he got fully inside, he slowly began pacing in and out. He was fully out, your entrance twitching around nothing, making you groan frustratedly.

Jimin moaned, his eyes meeting yours, “You’re so beautiful.” He was still waiting, teasing and you huffed annoyedly, putting your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

“Do this,” You murmured, whining.

“Look how desperate you are for me. Look how I make you feel. Such a gorgeous mess.”

Your cunt was still twitch, “For fuck’s sake, Jimin.”

His expression turned darker again, “Do you want me so bad?”

“So, so bad.”

Without any warning, he slammed inside you and greedily fucked you into the mattress with so much force, both of you jumped up and down.

From the angle he chose, he kept hitting the right spot, over and over again, making you see the stars. His breathing was unsteady as he moaned right next to your ear. The sounds you made pushed him to fuck you even harder.

The strings that held him back, wanting him to go slow, were torn. He was like a dying man. Like this was his last time fucking any woman and he made you feel it. All you heard were the slappy noise of him humping into you, filling you completely and the moans escaping his lips next to you.

You forced him to kiss you again and it was a rough one with teeth and pulling. Your nails dig into his flesh, throwing him closer to the edge.

He then suddenly straightened up. “Let me try something,” He was panting. He pulled out of you, roughly turning you over so that your head was pressed against the pillows.

He lifted your ass, stroking your butt cheek, before he went inside you again, fucking you mercilessly.

“Jim-” You screamed as your body felt weak but he held you sturdy with his tight grip on you. Moaning and trying to grap onto something, you cried into the pillows.

Your knees began wobbling and Jimin knew you were about to hit your high and so was he. His thrusts lost rythym, just desperately fucking to reach his own high. Your cunt tightened around him and with him hitting the perfect spot a few more times, you let loose.

“Jimin,” You mewled. “Jimin,” Over and over again.

“Baby”, Jimin whispered as he slowed down, letting you ride out your high, his palm reaching for your clit, overstimulating. You whined loudly, a pleasurable pain shooting down your core, your clit being too sensitive.

Thrusting hard two more times, Jimin’s juices filled you in, dripping down your entrance and you loved the feeling of it. With heavy breaths, the handsome man collapsed onto the mattress next to you, putting his arm around you to pull you closer. You turned around in his hold to get comfortable, resting your head on his firm chest.

Nobody said a word. You only tried to calm your breaths and you noticed how Jimin began caressing your back, his leg entangling with yours.

“This was perfect,” He mumbled, still panting.

“Mhmm,” You snuggled further into him. “I had never someone do me this good before.”

He chuckled, “Oh baby, now you’re mine and there is so much more to come.” You blushed at the thought. Different dirty scenarios crossed your mind, making you feel more shameless than ever.

“You’re so beautiful, YN.” He whispered, kissing the top of your head. “I have liked you for a long while but I felt like I was never good enough for a girl like you so I never told you.”

You now looked up to meet his eyes, pecking his lips.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Jimin.” You smiled, still not comprehending that this handsome man really liked you.

“You’re more than I deserve. You’re so kind and loving, I was so scared I’d lose you as a friend after I had confessed.” You mumbled the last bit, resting your head back on his chest.

“But from now on, we’ll be more than that.” He said with a husky tone.

“I know, I should have asked this question before having sex with you but today my dick took faster action than my heart.”

You snorted, hitting his chest slightly.

“That’s the way it is with me sometimes, my dick takes over, what can I say?” You both chuckled.

“Stop,” You giggled.

“But again,” He gently pushed you off his chest, letting you rest next to him to lock his eyes with yours. He smiled brightly at you, putting a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“YN, do you want to be my girlfriend?”

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➹teenage vows➹(peter b. parker x fem!reader)

Requested by anon➝ hi!! is it alright to request some peter b parker x fem!reader confession/proposal scene? tysm ❤❤

It’s time Peter caught up to some promises he made long ago. Like, embarrassingly long ago.

word count: 6k

a/n: hello! hope whoever’s reading this is having a good day bc u deserve it. just a heads up, but i think i’m gonna post a lot slower bc school starts tomorrow (pls kill me) and i gotta work hard if i want to get in a good college, y’know. gross. but anyway, i hope whoever requested it likes it! i had so much fun writing it and it’s rlly sweet and short, my heart is warm. i promise i’ll be uploading part 2 of one make out session next, idk when but i’m working on it (: enjoy!

It was moments like these— the ones where you flashed him teary smile, and reassured him that you didn't mind him leaving you for the night to go and save the city desperate for his protection— that Peter desired to pause the outside world just so it could be you and you only; no agonizing battles, no villains tearing him to pieces, no delinquents threatening the safety of others when they could barely even withstand a punch. Because just as much as everyone else, you needed him; and as guilty as it made him feel, he pondered the possibility of putting away the mantle of the Spiderling for a single night as he perched on the window sill hesitating, wearing his suit, his mask not fully on yet. But you both knew no such thing was an option whilst the news played loudly in the background, the piercing wails of the police sirens multiplying with each passing moment. You simply grasped the fabric and covered his face, smirking as you slowly walked away from the aperture. "Go save some civilians, Spider-Boy." You couldn't see it, but he grinned behind his disguise, for that nickname which would've bothered him if it'd come from someone else's mouth had set his heart ablaze ever since you two were just some kids; and the flare persisted, even as fervent bodies molded into jaded souls, beaten down by the colossal waves of changes and cataclysms that collided into you one after another.

That day you'd been victim of too many tides.

The evening that unfolded wasn't the one Peter planned. Not at all. Life was anything but a fairy tale; his surely wasn't close to being one, but he'd conjure that magic— transform reality into a children's book with your arms around his neck, his around your waist, your lips close, a soft amorous graze, your living room as the ballroom as you two gently swayed until the clock struck midnight. He'd plotted all the details, from the scent of the candles to every compliment he'd utter. Perhaps he worried too much, but it's what your love demanded, what you deserved, a happily ever after, and he'd oblige the heavens to bring you just that. More calamities were what the cosmos had in mind for you and Peter, though, a sour reality-shattering reminder of how nonsensical wasting time in dreaming of that fairy story was.

The first blow hit you (quite literally) just minutes after you woke up, and Peter accidentally knocked a cupboard into your nose. 'How was your morning?' Your coworker asked, the steaming vapor of her coffee clouding her glasses. You went cross-eyed as you glanced down at the gauze on your nose, briefly recalling the previous events— gushing blood, too much for your liking, maybe a broken nose, who knows, and a string of Peter's apologies flying at you at the speed of light as he placed the bandage over your wound. You wore a tight-lipped smile and shrugged while you were unabashedly dishonest— 'oh, you know, same old'. Yeah, because your boyfriend unintentionally breaking your nose (it's not broken, you insisted) was a normal thing, right? Then came the second slap to your face as a revelation; remembrance dawned upon you, your speeding brain screeching to a halt, and you sighed into your hands. It was you and Peter's two year anniversary.

The man spent the entirety of his work blasting himself; it hadn't slipped his memory, unlike you (which was a surprise, seeing how your enthusiasm the day prior could easily be compared to a child's in a candy store), but after his imbecility and shame, how could he not forget to kiss your forehead and bring you breakfast to your bed as a sweet morning surprise the same way you did last year? It didn't stop there— oh, no, it did not— for then came the third inconvenience of the day: goddamn Jameson went on another rant about him— or well, Spider-Man; not a phenomenon, really, you get used to it, but it was at the worst time possible. He timed it: fifteen whole minutes of his booming voice and curses, 'more pictures of the menace!' or whatever, as if Peter didn't already feel ludicrous enough while taking pictures of himself, or the twenty pictures scattered across his boss' desk were a meager effort. An unwanted setback, although he arrived back home nevertheless, scurrying to your bedroom and clumsily removing his clothes along the way. Suit? Check. Clean-shaven face? Check. That one fragrance which turned you on? Check that, too. Roses?

"Ah, shit." He muttered as he took the cooking pot from the cabinet. Roses. Stupid Jameson and his obsession with Spidey— he forgot to stop by the flower shop. It was alright, though, he could deal with it; no flowers? No problem. Just... the food needed to be good, restaurant-type of cuisine, and taking in mind he wasn't a terrific cook, it'd be quite the challenge. Peter lit the lighter, his hand on the stove's knob, prepared to ignite the burner, but he swore it'd suddenly come to life and taunted him, laughed at his upcoming defeat. He narrowed his eyes at the object, somewhat intimidated, when the front door slammed open. He peered up at the clock hanging on the wall. You were back ahead of time, a lot earlier than he'd anticipated; he didn't even have all the ingredients out yet. He alleviated the clutching in his chest with a deep breath before rushing over to the small portable stereo (you two really needed an upgrade), his finger pressing down on a button. He was satisfied with the soft tunes from the random jazz station and scratched the back of his neck as he went to greet you.

"Hey! You're... early." Saying that your appearance was rough would've been uncalled for, but your scowl and glossy eyes kindled that concern in the pit of his stomach. It was another punch, one that caught him off guard as he frowned and immediately wrapped his arms around you. "Hey, what's wrong?" His worry evoked a pang of guilt in you, and you thought about pulling away, but you couldn't, instead digging your nose deeper into the crook of his neck.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, I just..." You reassured, your tense shoulders relaxing since God, you could breathe in that cologne of his, and he smelled so good. "You look hot."

You sensed his breath catch in his throat before he chuckled, rubbing the small of your back. "I'm glad you think that, but let's talk about you, alright?" You lifted your head to meet his gaze, smiling weakly when he placed a careful kiss on your temple. You squeezed your eyes shut, shaking your head.

"I got a speeding ticket. Two hundred."

Fifth strike.

He blinked, processing your confession, his eyes slowly growing big. "Two hundred?!" You were expecting it; it was a normal reaction, yet you squirmed, flailing your hands as you attempted to explain yourself.

"I'm sorry—"

"Why? How?"

"I'm sorry," You repeated, your hands on top of your head. "I'm so stupid. I can't believe I'm so dumb, and we were saving for the trip but I just fucking ruined it. You deserve a vacation, Pete, I'm so sorry I'm like this." You spoke fast, pulling at your hair with frustration as you walked back and forth in front of him.

"Y/N..." He sighed, upset, of course, but forgiving. "Don't be so hard on yourself. It was just a mistake and we'll get through it, okay?" Your pacing ceased, skepticism crossing your face. "Yeah! The vacation can wait just for a bit. It'll be even more rewarding, anyway." He said with a beam, cupping your cheeks. You didn't know where the rare optimism came from, but you laughed at your lover, the remorse fortifying because you truly did not deserve the tolerance. On the spur of the moment, your fingers threaded through his hair and you pulled him in, urgent lips against his own soft ones. He couldn't help the subtle moan he emitted, dazed by your sudden lust as you spilled all your fervor and hunger into him; all emotion drained from every one of your cells, your fist gripping his jacket, tugging him as close to you as possible, bodies flush together, wrinkling the formerly smooth fabric, yet it wasn't enough.

His hand sneaked inside your shirt, riding up your back; but he paused and groaned, breaking apart from your blissful mouth. "After dinner, but right now I need you to help me because I haven't even gotten started with the food yet." He panted, abstaining from flinging all his cares far away and caving into your luring warmth to please you. Your mouth curved into a smile and you rolled your eyes, pushing him toward the kitchen.

He immediately got back to work, filling the large pot with water, but you stopped at the entrance and glanced down at your outfit. "I should get changed, shouldn't I?"

Peter turned around, shamelessly eyeing your body with desire. "You look perfect." You snorted.

"Peter, you're wearing a suit and I'm still in my work clothes."

"Maybe I... overdid it a bit?" He admitted with a bashful twitch of his lips. He took off his suit jacket, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows while you stole his discarded coat. He didn't notice until you put it on, quirking a brow. "You playing dress up or what?"

"This is it. This is what I'm gonna wear." You declared, raising your arms to show off your glorious look."

Peter bit his lip, a grin breaking out across his face, staring at you as if you were a divine entity, the physical proof of the existence of the heavens above as you straightened the creases. "You look silly." Adorable, he corrected himself internally.

"Nuh-uh, sir, I look hot." You scoffed, although you didn't look silly nor hot, but rather like a little kid who went through an exploration in his father's closet. You'd made up your mind, though; sacrificing a good-looking outfit sounded thousands of times better than actually making the effort to appear decent. You finished your five-second fashion exhibition before a full-blown runway commenced when your stomach rumbled, and summoned your inner chef, standing beside Peter. "You deal with the pasta, I'm gonna pick the salad because there's no way to mess that up."

"I'm the fuck-up, so shouldn't it be the other way around?" He muttered, and as if on cue, he almost spilled the dry pasta noodles all over the counter after miscalculating his strength and tore the bag open. His eyes drifted to you, and just like he predicted, you sported a judgmental expression. "I've got it."

"I dunno, I feel like if I give you a knife you're gonna somehow accidentally stab me." You chuckled, gesturing to the knife in your grasp. His face twisted with remorse. "I'm not feeling so lucky today."

"How's, uh, how's your nose doing?" He questioned, fault gnawing on him. It was the third time the man asked you, the first one being before you left for work, and the remaining a phone call and message during your shift. You, indubitably, told him everything was splendid, as if you didn't almost cry from the pain right after you waved goodbye to him and closed your front door.

"It's okay," You shrugged, despite the sting in the bridge of your nose. "Yeah, you know, it doesn't really hurt. Okay, no, that's a lie— it hurts a bit, but it's not something I can't handle."

"I'm so, so sorry I broke your nose. That was a really dick move."

"It's not broken!" You corrected him, pointing your finger at him. "It's fine. Don't worry, it just looks broken."

"If it looks broken, then it's broken."

"Since when are you a doctor?"

The corner of his lips tugged upwards as he added the pasta to the boiling water. "Y/N, getting my nose broken is my second job."

"Okay, whatever. I've heard the word 'broken' enough times today." You giggled, but then nibbled on your cheek while you began to slice a tomato. "Hey, I need to tell you something."

He swallowed, his throat all of a sudden dry. He opened his mouth to speak, but the abrupt ringing of his phone drove his attention to the device. "Hold on," He took it out of his pocket, his brows knitting together as he checked the screen. Your chest tightened after you sneaked a glimpse of the caller ID. "MJ? Hi!" He greeted, his voice way too cheery and his gaze still on you.

Your chopping came to a halt and you settled the knife on the cutting board. Her voice was clear, audible, yet you couldn't properly distinguish any of her words. Peter hummed as you held onto the counter, your knuckles turning white when his features broke out into a wide grin. "That's great! See, I told you you'd get through it."

Get through it, you reiterated in your head, the sixth wave crashing into your hot-blooded body.

"Yeah... yeah. You too. Night." He finally hung up, and your hand found itself on your hip.

"MJ?" You inquired, your eyebrows raised. He resumed his cooking, his phone forgotten on the countertop and you shot daggers at it.

"Yeah, she just wanted to tell me something."

"Tell you something?"

A crease appeared between his eyebrows and he looked at you sideways, confused. "A problem she fixed."

"Huh. I see." You grumbled, your brows scrunched together. Peter turned to face you, folding his arms across his chest.

"What?"

You met his stare. "What?"

"You're annoyed. I can tell."

"I'm not annoyed." You countered, squinting.

"Yeah, you are, 'cause you're doing that thing with your eyebrows—" He waved his hand, motioning toward your face. You mirrored his stance, doing exactly what he pointed out. "They get really expressive when you're mad."

"Suddenly, there's something wrong with my eyebrows?" You knew you were reaching, but the irritation dominated your mouth. Peter stammered in disbelief, briskly shaking his head.

"What?! Y/N, I did not say that at all."

You leaned against the kitchen counter, your lips tight until you were talking again. "You know, I just think it's kinda weird."

Peter looked heavenward, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Oh, here we go." He took in a deep breath, peeved. "What?"

"How you and Mary Jane have been calling each other so much lately." You mumbled, hugging yourself.

"What about it?"

Now you were the incredulous one. "What about it? Peter, it's weird."

"Yeah, I heard you the first time, but explain why." He said, exasperated.

Your jaw tightened and you picked up the knife before restarting with the slashing of the food, your hold of the tool harsh. "I don't really need to explain myself."

"Well, I want you to!"

"Alright, you want to know why it's weird? You want me to tell you?" Your tone grew louder.

"Yes, please! Go on!" Peter nodded, voice equally as bitter. You scraped the sliced tomatoes off of the cutting board with the knife, careless about where they landed, and clutched a second vegetable.

"She's your ex." You hissed. He had to momentarily walk away, although not too far considering the restricted place. He rubbed his face, holding up two fingers with his other hand.

"That was two years ago. Almost three."

"Your ex-wife!"

"I know what she is, Y/N, but there's no need to be worried. There's a reason why it didn't work out."

"It's kinda hard not to worry when she's calling you all the time, apparently telling you about all the problems in her life and who knows what else. I bet you call her to complain about me, or something." You poked his chest with a pickle.

He pushed the cucumber away with his finger, laughing. "Oh my god, you're being so ridiculous right now."

"I'm allowed to be ridiculous right now!" You shouted, slamming the green edible on the piece of wood.

"We're just friends! I can't even believe I have to say this!"

You shot him a sneer. "How can you just be friends with your ex?"

"Well, that's what we were after we broke up the first time, no?" He claimed, his forehead creased. You grew quiet and weakly dug the blade into the cucumber.

"That's different, I was your best friend. I am your best friend." You whispered, but he wasn't taking it.

He tilted his head back, his eyes closed. "It's really not different."

"It is!" You persisted, "We were kids, and I was friends with Gwen, so obviously it's not like I even thought about trying something."

"You think MJ is trying something?"

You blinked furiously, lifting one shoulder. "You know we never got along that well!"

Peter took a step closer to you, holding himself up with his hand on the counter. "She wouldn't ever do that, Y/N, no matter how bad things are between you two." You rolled your eyes.

"How would you know?"

God, you truly were driving him crazy. He began to tap his foot, groaning. "How would I know? How would I know? We were together for sixteen years, I know a lot more than you do!"

"Sixteen years, no way there still wouldn't be some sort of feelings." You lowly told yourself, but he still listened. He squeezed his hands closed and his view landed on the bundle of bananas inside a basket. He ripped one, peeling it open and taking a large bite, his infuriation pushing him to stress-eat. You heard him exclaim, as if he'd managed to remember an idea long repressed.

"What about that one guy you're always talking with? Thomas, was it?" He began, his mouth full. You whispered 'oh my god' as he swallowed before continuing. "You two dated, didn't you?"

You placed your hand on your chest, unbelieving that he decided to complain about the most insignificant guy in your relationship. "Peter, he's my coworker."

"Well, it's kinda hard not to worry!" He mocked you, flailing his arm.

"Fucking hell."

"He's all attractive and shit, with his eight-pack, expensive car, and twenty dogs. Real boyfriend material, huh?" He clenched his teeth, his hands trembling with the overwhelming jealousy.

You peered up at him, your eyes soft. "I would never hurt you like that."

"Exactly!" He gently held your shoulders, hopeful that you finally understood you absurd your worries were. "Neither would I! Ever."

"You broke up with me once, why would you not do it again?!" You shoved his hands off of you. Despair clawed at your heart, poisoned your insides with its foul venom, constricting your lungs, wetting your eyes.

Your words and crestfallen features subsided his fury, like a powerful breeze extinguishing a flickering candle, a gleam of sunlight reaching out through heavy sullen clouds, clearing his sight. His face fell, his fingers twitching, aching to touch you. "Y/N..."

You cracked, lost control, lashed out all your anguish on the food you cut. "You left me for Gwen! After three years!" Your cutting sped up, loud and quick clanks echoing across the room. "You said you loved me! A-and I believed you!" You sobbed, yet no tears would spill; only built up rage as you snagged a second tomato and stabbed it harder, the blade dangerously close to your finger.

"You're gonna hurt yourself." Peter warned, watching as you ignored him and only went faster, harder, your hand beginning to cramp up.

"But then you didn't love me, you loved her, and everything you said became complete bullshit and just lies! All those stupid promises and your fucking vows," You couldn't see anymore, your vision too blurry, but you didn't slow down. "What was I supposed to do other than just be happy for you? Because I had to be a good friend, and I just wanted you to be happy—"

"Y/N—"

You felt the knife close to your finger. "And what if it happens again? Mary Jane is perfect, you two were perfect; maybe one day you'll regret you chose me at the end—" Peter's hand shot out and captured the knife. You closed your mouth and blinked your tears away, your eyes then growing wide, for the blade hung right above your finger.

He moved it to the side and away from your resting hand, his grasp shaky. "I told you you were gonna hurt yourself." He breathed out.

The radio remained barely audible before, almost as if its presence were missing, but as silence overtook the room— heavy, asphyxiating, weighing down on both of you, crushing you with no mercy— it made your skull pulse. You laid the cutting tool back down, your gaze fixed ahead of you.

"My boss laid me off today." You saw through your peripheral vision how his head jerked up. "That's why I got back home early. And why I got the speeding ticket." You revealed, ashamed. Peter gulped, trying to dive to the surface, float in the flooded wreckage you two were trapped in.

"I'm sorry."

"What do you mean? It's not your fault." You looked at him, but it was quick. "And it's not my fault, either. I guess the trip will have to wait longer than we expected." You sadly joked.

He didn't say anything. He simply approached you, slowly and quiet, and soon his arms were around you. You grew weak to his embrace and squeezed him, inhaling deeply, holding back the tears once again that day— you didn't even know, really, you'd lost count.

The universe wouldn't hand you the quietude you had craved so easily, though, because without warning, Peter began to usher you far from the stove. "Wait, wha—" A bang cut you off and you yelped while Peter unconsciously pulled you closer to him. You heard clinking, a shattering sound as something rained over the floor. You both slowly glanced back, still hugging each other.

"What the hell?" You gasped when you saw the large crack running up the stove top, various small ones branching out from it, and glass littering almost all of your kitchen. Peter's body shook and you stared up at his nervous grin.

"I told you we had the change the stove."

You two began to laugh— not a normal response to your stove exploding, indeed; perhaps it was an odd way to cope with the pain, but Peter ran his fingers through his hair as he chuckled.

"I should've listened." You smiled at him, and your mind turned to mush when he returned the expression.

"Good evening, everyone— I'm sorry to interrupt, I know that tonight is 'only music' night." The music ended and a dopey voice spoke instead; a guy who'd most definitely hit a few too many blunts.

"What kind of station did you chose?" You asked your boyfriend, your face scrunched up. He shrugged, just as clueless as you were.

"I don't know, it was on when I switched on the radio." However, your ears perked up when the man carried on.

"Just in case you haven't watched the news yet, I wanted to tell you to please stay away from Times Square. There's some crazy stuff going on there, man, it's nuts, and the police are arriving on the scene. But..." Peter looked at you, his eyes sad with guilt. Realization hit you like a truck, your heart almost stopping.

It was the final straw.

"No... no, please, Pete." You started to breathe heavily, your lower lip trembling. He held your hands, kissing your knuckles apologetically.

"I'm so sorry." The tears flowed free, and it broke him further.

"Everything's been going wrong today, p-please, I don't want anything bad happening to you." You begged. But he was already leaving the kitchen, and you yelled out a frustrated curse. You ran to the living room, searching for the remote control, then fell to your knees as you saw it under the coffee table, instantly snatching it. You desperately wiggled the remote when it didn't work, but moments later the TV lit up, and you jumped from channel to channel, seeking for the news. You raised your hand up to your mouth, your shoulders shuddering from the horrific footage— the hopelessness, the explosions, the fire. You heard the first siren outside.

You felt a tender hand on your shoulder, the indication of what you feared the most, of the dreaded goodbye lurking in all your nightmares. You were fully submerged into the screen, enough that you hadn't noticed Peter standing behind you. "This was not the night I planned." He said, staring down at the ground. " We were gonna have a nice dinner, maybe even dance like you enjoy to do sometimes, and then... I don't know, but I'm sorry. You deserved it." He confessed, sorrowful and sincere.

You placed your hand on his hard chest, over the spider emblem of his suit. You didn't waste any time and kissed him, a passion different from earlier; different from the arousal, the heat at the pit of your stomach, the goosebumps spreading all over your skin. Now it was just as forceful, just as needy, but it tasted like innocent affection, like a refuge for a terrified child from a spine-chilling thunderstorm, the assurance that the downpour would pass. You cherished every second, the way he clung onto your waist with as much urgency, his breathing as he ended what he hoped was just another kiss and not the last one. It tore you down to nothingness, but it's what you signed up for the moment you fell in love with him, and you truly did not regret it. Never.

Your foreheads rested against each other, your hands trailing up to his shoulders. "Happy two year anniversary." He grinned. You pecked him one last time.

"Happy two year anniversary."

It was the usual routine: he went to the window, putting his mask over his head, not bothering to brush away his hair, and he looked back at you. Stay, you both thought as you followed him. You held yourself back, though, for you knew that if you asked him to, he would. You tugged his mask down, covering his face. "Go save some civilians, Spider-Boy. I love you." His white eyes were wide, taking you in wholly.

"I love you, too."

You undid the button of Peter's suit jacket for the twentieth time in a row, the action a momentary consolation as your eyes lingered on the flat screen; however, your mind drifted away somewhere in the vastness of space, distant from the images and your solitary apartment, revolving around a certain man you couldn't help but worry about. The broadcast should've been enough to relieve your fidgeting and the iciness that ran through your veins, because just like always, the superhero had saved the day, but you wouldn't ease into satisfaction until you had Peter in your arms— safe and sound, alive. That comfort arrived in the form of the window sliding open, and you jumped off your seat, wrapping your arms around your torso, watching as the red and blue figure slipped inside. He closed the window, holding his side, and he removed his mask with a swift motion, strands of hair sticking up while others fell graciously. You repressed the shocked gasp at his appearance; his bleeding and swollen lip, the cut running up his forehead, his nose which now looked just like yours if not a bit worse, and the forming bruise on his cheek.

You ran up to him and hugged him tightly. As gentle as you tried to be, it still hurt, but he didn't voice his pain. "I'm proud of you. You did great." You kissed his shoulder. He mumbled a 'yay!' and you let out a weak laugh, carefully pulling his arm. "C'mon, let's get you cleaned up."

He tugged you back into him, his eyes droopy with exhaustion. "No."

Your eyebrows rose, confusion overtaking your face. "What?"

"Our date is not over yet."

You sucked in a breath, ignoring his ridiculous statement— he'd definitely received a rough blow to his head. "Peter, it's late, you need some rest—"

"Just, please." He urged. "Trust me." He bore his eyes burning with need into yours, frowning.

It was unbelievable, how Peter B. Parker could ask you to dress up as a hot dog and breakdance in the middle of the street and you'd comply, simply because it's what he wanted. You're weak, you told yourself, your hand in Peter's as you strolled down the pathway of the park; although you did force him to sit down and let you patch him up earlier, for only the man thought there was nothing wrong with leaving the house looking like you just came back from the fight club— ‘it's gonna heal soon’, he would whine as the roles reversed and you smoothed the gauze over his nose. He limped slightly while he picked a flower from a bush, another one for the growing collection in his fist, and you groaned loudly.

"Parker, seriously, I wouldn't have minded if we'd stayed back at home. Our anniversary doesn't need to be perfect." You said, expecting it'd knock some sense into him. He remained stubborn, though, inspecting the plants he held.

"Oh man, you said 'Parker', you must be serious." He wore a crooked smile and you narrowed your eyes at him. "Look, the day was far from perfect, so at least I want it to end well."

"I mean, this place is really nice." You acknowledged as you both stopped to admire a cherry blossom tree. Peter glanced sideways at you, his mouth twitching.

"Do you remember when we planned our wedding?"

You looked back at him and you both cringed, laughing after. "Ah, we did that, didn't we?" You crinkled your nose, recalling the night you and Peter lied on your twin bed; surrounded by heavy textbooks and colorful notes with illegible writing, in a haze from all the studying that you two started to make big, naive plans for a distant future, your head on his chest as he ran his fingers through your hair.

"It was cute at the moment, but now that I think back, it was really stupid." He laughed. You swiped away the fallen flowers of the tree with your foot, nostalgia showering over you.

"Yeah... I wonder what sixteen-year-old me would think about thirty-eight-year-old me. Probably would be disappointed. At least she'd be happy I'm with you, though." You admitted softly, your skin prickling. "That's something her and I have in common."

Peter flashed you a half-smile. "Really?"

"Yeah," You grinned back, your eyes darting down to the petals he plucked. "Hey, don't kill it! What did it ever do to you?"

"It looked at me the wrong way." He smiled, shrugging. "I'm just nervous, that's it."

"What, you playing 'does she love me, does she love me not'?" You fluttered your eyelashes, the back of your hand on your forehead. He bit his lip, snickering, but then went poker-faced.

"It's a really serious game, Y/N." Your body lit up with laughter and he moved to face you, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he stared at you. "I want you to know that everything I said back then wasn't a lie. I meant every 'I love you' and promise I made."

You shoved your hands inside the pockets of his suit jacket (you probably should have changed, you realized), shifting your weight from one foot to another. "Pete, I know." You took out one hand to squeeze his bicep. "Forget everything I said earlier, alright? The jealousy just got to me and I said some dumb shit."

He shook his head, his fingers curling around your wrist. "No, but... I really did. And I've been thinking lately th-that maybe things with MJ didn't just work out because I was scared to have kids. I love you, Y/N. It's always been that way."

"Peter..." You rubbed his knuckles with your thumb, your heart glowing. "I love you, too."

"I'm sorry I didn't do this sooner."

You lifted a brow, puzzled. "Do what?" Your confusion dissolved when he dug his hand into his pocket, the color draining out of your face as he revealed a blue velvet box. You took a step back in disbelief, your hand cupping your cheek. "Parker, I swear to God."

"I'm sorry you had to wait so long for this moment." His voice wavered with nerves, the confirmation that this wasn't a sick prank he was pulling— not that he ever would hurt you in such way, anyway, but it was impossible not to feel lightheaded from the shock of witnessing a daydream you'd imagined for so long unfolding right in front of you, to not tremble as you waited for everything to slowly fade away as you woke up from another dream. His touch felt so real, though, so genuine, far from a fabricated illusion created just to satisfy a lurking desolation. "I wish I had known back then— God, I really do. But maybe I did kinda know, because after we discussed the whole dream wedding thing, I proposed to you." He recalled.

You sniffed, smiling. "You said it was practice for when we did get married."

He nodded, scratching the back of his neck. "It was not romantic at all." You both giggled, the ring he'd made out of a ripped piece of paper present in your memories.

You scanned your own outfit, wishing you'd looked much nicer for the occasion. "I look terrible right now."

"And so do I, but I don't care, because my heart still does that thing when it's the afternoon and you haven't showered yet."

"You're ridiculous."

"I know."

A deep rumble in the sky shook the ground beneath your feet and Peter looked up, letting out an exasperated sigh when droplets of rain pattered down on you. "Yeah, way to ruin the moment, weather. Thanks."

You lifted your hand to cover your face from the light drizzle, miniature beads of water on your eyelashes. "You know we can't afford a wedding right now, right?" You asked him, the corner of your lips tugged upwards.

His cheeks expanded as he let out air through his pressed lips. "I know. We gotta get that new stove."

"Our bed broke."

"Speeding ticket."

"I lost my job."

"You need a new nose." He tapped his own nose, which was a bad idea after he twisted his face in discomfort.

"It's not broken!" You insisted with a gesture of your hand, the corner of your eyes crinkled as you laughed. The rain poured down harder, quickly drenching yours and Peter's hair along with your clothes. Nothing was stopping him anymore, though, and he got down on one knee, audibly still aching from his bruises. Your laughter persisted, but now you hiccuped as well, your eyes red.

"We're not at a beach in Hawaii, but I tried to get the petals at least." When you inspected the ground— purple and red petals messily surrounding you, shriveled from the water— you comprehended the reason for his flower killing spree. You gripped his cold hand, the downpour emitting a shudder from you.

"It really doesn't matter."

"Good, good." He breathed out, more like a reassurance for himself, his own breathing speeding up for he could sense the tears coming as well. "Y/N. I loved you back then. I love you right now... and I'll love you for the rest of my years. It's not an exaggeration, it's the truth. I promise I'm not going anywhere. Not again. So..." He opened the box, and you stared in awe at the golden circlet with the pretty silver diamond.

"Will you marry me?"

You couldn't utter a single word, your throat closed up as you instead nodded fervently. You both beamed at each other, your smiles easily capable of moving worlds and galaxies as he slid the engagement ring onto your finger, his own hands trembling. You didn't give him a chance to stand up— you got down to his level and crashed your lips into his, your mouths slippery from the rain, your appearances far from alluring with his hair clinging to his skin and your mascara trailing down your cheeks. But it was alright. For the first time that day, everything was alright.

#peter b parker #peter b parker x reader #peter b parker x you #peter b parker x y/n #imagine #peter parker one shot #peter parker #sm:itsv #spider man #spider-man: into the spider-verse #fem!reader

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suckitsurveys · 5 years ago

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been a minute.

Have you ever read the Hunger Games series? Nope. When was the last time you ran into something? Yesterday, my cat tripped me up and I hit the wall. Do you enjoy dressing up? Yes, it’s fun sometimes. Do you live in the city or a rural area? I live in the city, but in a quiet-ish neighborhood.

Would you say you have a sense of style? Nope.

What’s your biggest fear? Having my fears used against me. For example, I was in an elevator once with some friends and these guys they knew and I mentioned how much I disliked being in an elevator, and they proceeded to jump up and down making it shake and freaking me the fuck out. So I don’t like to tell people my fears. Have you ever been bitten by a wild animal? Nope. Are you close to any of your cousins? Eh, yes and no. Have you ever been lost in the woods? No, thankfully. Where did you last travel? Wisconsin earlier this year. Ahh, remember traveling and fun? Do you enjoy driving? I do. What song did you last listen to? The theme song to this podcast I started listening to. If you have a job, how often do you work? M-F, 7am - 3:30pm. What time do you normally go to sleep at night? Like midnight these days. Do you watch a lot of movies? Nah, I’m more into TV shows. Do you like Tom Petty? I do. Would you rather have snow or rain? RAIN ALL DAY EVERY DAY. Do you own a lot of sweaters? I own a lot of sweatshirts. Have you ever tried rock-climbing? Climbing walls, sure. Ever ridden in a police car? Yup. Favorite decade of music? I don’t have one. I typically don’t classify music by decade. Have any of your best friends been your best friend longer than a year? All of them. Ever witnessed a murder? No. Does your room have a ceiling fan? No. Have you ever tried blogging? Not legit. I had a Xanga but I didn’t update it like a blog. And then, this shit. Favorite television channel? I don’t have regular TV anymore, just streaming stuff. Have you ever lied under oath? Nope. What are your religious views? I don’t have any. When did you last change your bed sheets? We’re about to today or tomorrow whenever our new sheets come. Would you consider yourself a flirt? No. At what age do you plan to be married? I’m already married. Do you eat a lot of junk food? Lol. When did you last go on vacation? Earlier this year. Are you resilient? Eh. Have you ever failed a subject before? Yeah. If so, what was the class? Some shit in college. Do you wear more bright or dull colors? What would you consider blue? Do you know anyone who has attempted suicide? Yes. What’s your favorite quote? "Love Her, But Leave Her Wild.” How many clocks are in your house? Like 10 if you count all the electronics that tell time. Do you play any sports? Nope. What is your biggest life regret? I don’t have any. Have you ever been injured in a car accident? Not injured, no. If you could be anywhere in the world right now, where would you be? SWIMMING. Or to see my family. Or out to eat sushi. Or to a bar. Or to a giant crowd of people. Have you ever had highlights in your hair? Eh. Favorite fast food restaurant? Popeyes. In what country were you born? US of A. Are your eyes more than one color? They are a few shades of green. Have you ever caught something on fire? Yes. What would you consider your biggest flaw? I’m too passionate sometimes and it can come off as annoying. What do you think your best quality is? I’m creative and kind. Do you enjoy listening to others’ problems? Sure.

Do you keep any plants in your house? I have a couple air plants. What is your mother’s occupation? She was a SAHM my whole life. Do any of your friends like your musical style? Sure. What are you most looking forward to? Thus fucking shit to be over so I can hold my fucking nieces. What was your favorite television show as a child? Tiny Toons, Garfield and Friends, Pokemon, Angela Anaconda, basically everything on Nickelodeon. Are you afraid of insects? Not afraid, no. I dislike earwigs and centepieds though. Are you cold-natured? I don’t like being too cold and i don’t like being too hot so do what you want with that info. How old were you when you got your first pet? I was 7 when my 2nd grade teacher asked if we would take our class pet parakeets home for the summer and then never asked for them back lol. Did you / do you enjoy high school? I liked parts of it. What would you say was your favorite age? Eh. What annoys you most about social networking? The people.

Are you the center of attention most of the time? Nope. What are you currently reading? I’m still working on RBW’s book. When did you last go to the library? Jesus it’s been a while. Are you ill at the moment? No. Do people tease you about anything? Sure. How late did you stay up last night and why? Midnightish. I was browsing stuff. Have you ever written poetry? When we had to for English classes. Curtains or shades? Curtains. How many people have you spoken to in the last hour? My coworkers over the phone, someone else from work, and Mark. Do you tend to text a lot? Sure. Ever lost a great best friend? Wasn’t that great if I lost her. What is your favorite kind of flower? Gardenias. Do you own any guns? Mark has a bb gun. What would you say is your favorite book of all-time? To Kill a Mockingbird. What’s your least favorite part of the day? Late afternoon.

Have you ever won an award for a speech? No. Do you tend to curse a lot? Yes. Have you ever played on the Ouija board? Yes. Do you sleepwalk? Nope. Have you ever slept on the floor before? Yeah. Are you a fan of public displays of affection? Eh. When did you last attend a yard sale? It’s been a couple years. What goals do you wish to accomplish tomorrow? Tomorrow I have a Zoom meeting so I need to be dressed for that :P. When is your birthday? Sept 2nd. What was the best part of today? I made guac. Do you attempt to stay away from drama? Involving me, yes. What liquid did you last drink? Iced tea. Do you ever prefer to be alone? Sure. Have you ever had a deadly animal as a pet? Our cat Saké is pretty deadly, lol. Favorite Disney movie? The Toy Story series, Emperor’s New Groove, Alice in Wonderland, and Moana. Have you ever been to the beach? SO many times. I love the beach. If you have, how many times have you been? ^^^^ I WANNA GO RIGHT NOW. What was your dream occupation at age ten? A vet I think. Are you terrified at the idea of weight-gain? What a stupid thing to be afraid of. Do you drink a lot of water? Yes. Does your room have carpet or hard-wood floors? Carpet. Do you take naps daily? No.

Who were you named after? No one in particular. Do you plan on traveling this spring or summer? Fuck you. Do you know anyone who is colorblind? My husband is colorblind. Have you ever been a teacher’s pet? Eh. What is your absolute favorite hobby? Swimming. Ever been to a tanning bed before? Nope. Are you satisfied with your financial stability? Lol. Who is your favorite actor / actress? Will Arnett, Aubrey Plaza, Paul Rudd, Alison Brie. Are your nails painted? They are very very grown out from when I got them done over a month ago now. Do you ever accidentally talk to inanimate objects? Uh. What’s your favorite flavor of ice cream? Butter Pecan because I’m 80. Have you ever kissed someone of the same gender? Yeah, ish. Do you receive any hate mail? Eh. I have, but it’s not a regular occurrance. Have you ever sent a letter in the mail? Yeah. If you could, would you have a pen pal? Sure. What color are the pants you’re wearing? I’m wearing black leggings. What is your life philosophy? Do what makes you happy. Who last sent you a goodnight text message? Idk. Do you own any clothes that are your favorite color? Yup. Have you ever been in a hot tub before? Yup. What’s your favorite comedy movie? Wet Hot American Summer. In which year were you born? 1989.

#surveys #quarantine

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bisexualaliennut · 3 years ago

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My disaster of a week

I had the longest weekend of my life. I had work and then family holiday. This week I had an abortion Tuesday and gave myself three days to recover. I still feel like shit because of it. Also my uncle told me Lewis Carol is a pedophile while I said im re reading Alice in Wonderland. Now I cant read he book because I see it as so wrong!

Yesterday I felt super depressed. I wanted to burn the memories of the week out of my mind. Of course escaping never works. My friends have all been busy and im in the midst of deciding what I want to do about school. I feel super alone and feel like I dont really have anyone that is there for me at the moment. Every-time I try and speak to my friend about what i’m going through she tells me its too heavy for her. I understand that abortions are a heavy topic but I don’t think people understand how heavy it is for the person going through it!

I also really crave love and want a relationship yet know its too soon for me. I want a man to love me and I am afraid to admit that but it would be so nice to have someone who understood me and was there for me. I got a tinder and I feel like a lot of people only want sex which I can not even have right now. Men from my college hit me up but like I said I can not have sex right now because of the abortion! and I feel weird having it anyway because I think about shit with my ex who was the last person I made love to. There is no one my age in my life that has had an abusive relationship or has got pregnant. there is one girl I used to be friends with and even though it did not end badly I feel so weird opening up to her again about this experience.

Everyone at work thinks I have a crush on my coworker. I somewhat do but I also know he is a lot older than me and he has a girlfriend. I know nothing would happen thats why its just a stupid crush. We are friends and he has done two of my tatoos so I dont want him to feel uncomfortable. Apart of me wants to say something to him to just break the ice so he knows that I see both me and him as friends. He has made it clear to he wants nothing but to be friends. He has mentioned his girlfriend even her full name. He has also never made an flirty or sexual remarks to me. I am ok with it I just hope he doesn't think Im so crazy bitch who wants to have sex with him. I really just want to be his friend!

You would think after someone getting an abortion they would want nothing to do with men. The truth is despite being so sad and in grief about this I still do craze my independence and love. I am so happy I am not in the destructive relationship of my ex. I do miss him sometimes and I am deeply heart broken that I gave up having a child because I knew he would be a terrible father. Its diffcult seeing people I work with pregnant and HAPPY to have the baby when I felt terrible being pregnant it did not feel natural. I am afraid to open up books about woman's health and everything because I think I am deeply broken and afraid to confront what happened.

Yesterday I was crying outside my house while my family was in. My aunt came outside and asked me if I was talking to my ex. I was not. I don’t understand why I can not jst be sad by myself Idk what it always has to do with him!! I dont think anyone understands how hard it is breaking away from your twin flame and being alone especially after this painful experience..... I am sad he could not be there for me. I knew he would not make matters bettter. This is the second time I got an abortion and apart of me is really really sad that I got another one.

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d3ndroica · 7 years ago

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Big Apple 3

Part 1 Part 2 (1 + 2 were a slooow start on this one I know ...)

Madge woke to the voices of her neighbors carrying through the apartment wall. Her head hurt. She needed to pee and she was dehydrated. She cracked her eyes open and immediately regretted it. The sunlight through the window seemed obscenely bright. Too much margarita.

She should’ve taken a water bottle last night. Instead she had limited herself to what fit in the tiny cute purse, which was by far the best accessory for the club-worthy dress. The bar had been so crowded she hadn’t gotten enough water. She scrunched her eyes closed and pulled the blanket over her head.

She’d had some water though. She remembered Thom’s friend Gale handing her a glass. Unless he’d roofied it! she thought. Suddenly she was wide awake. But no, that didn’t make sense. He was gay. And she was alone, in her own bed, wearing normal pajamas and not feeling at all abused - except for the hangover. Grumpy, she peered out from the blanket enough to grab her phone from next to the bed. Luckily she’d remembered to plug it in.

Shit. It was after noon already. She blearily stared at her phone until she could make sense of the icons on the screen.

Her feeds showed a bunch of pictures from the night before, thanks mostly to Thom. She had a couple new friend requests and a few requests accepted. In the accepted category were Rue Jones, Beetee Mortara, and Venia Curlew. In the friend request category were Cashmere Coulson and Gale Hawthorne. Madge didn’t really remember much about Cashmere, but she was “friends” with Thom, Venia, and Beetee. The only mutual “friend” with Gale was Thom. No surprise there. But she wasn’t sure that Thom befriending his exes transferred to her.

She looked at his public pics. She remembered him being around a lot the night before. She thought back and recalled lots of chatting and laughing with Thom’s friends, including Gale, but was that really reason enough to friend him? She decided to wait until later to deal with the friend requests. She scrolled mindlessly through her news feed for a bit before she switched apps to check her texts.

There were two new notifications: one from Thom and one from an unknown number. Weird. She opened Thom’s first. Just the usual back and forth about making it home safely and some vague messages from him about the night before. At the moment, she really didn’t care. Then she opened the other. 212-867-5309 2:28am thanks for a fun nite did you get home OK? 212-867-5309 2:42am Thom says you texted him so I guess you’re off the hook. Goodnight princess 212-867-5309 11:02am um this is Gale btw Madge stared. Princess? Oh shit. What had she told him? Or had Thom? Almost automatically Madge went about changing the name of the contact to his name instead of the number. But she was distracted thinking about him calling her princess. Thom knew about her 3 misguided years of princess pageant competitions and the state “Little Miss Princess” crown she’d won when she was nine, before the cancer changed things. Thom had heard far more than anyone should have to after her mom’s relapse. But that was years ago, and even though she knew it amused him, she didn’t think he’d have brought it up. Plus, she’d been surrounded by beautiful people in the entertainment industry last night. Pageant stories would have gone over much better than cancer lab stories.

Madge closed her eyes and it came back to her. Someone - it was Cashmere, Madge thought - had been talking about stage moms. And Madge had a few stories about stage moms. So she had divulged that little history. It was not exactly her deepest darkest secret but it wasn’t exactly the first impression she wanted to make on these new people either. But now she remembered. Gale had been there, he’d called her princess then too. An image of him from the night before crystallized in her mind, his face bright with laughter, magnetic eyes that took her breath away. Shit, she blushed just to remember.

Maybe if she was lucky, they would all have collective amnesia about last night. Or she’d just never talk to him again. Or anyone else who’d been in earshot. Shit.

She put down the phone and decided to finally roll her butt out of bed. After getting cleaned up and eating some cereal, she shlepped a bag of laundry down to the laundry room only to find that of course, all the machines were taken. There was a guy in one of the chairs reading a book, and a basket of filthy looking laundry next to him, so Madge just gave up and went back upstairs. She lazed around for the afternoon and managed to claim an empty laundry machine after dinner. She settled down with her current book - Lab Girl, a book her dad had sent with her. He’d probably picked it based on the title. She’d just rotated the first load and started the second when her phone pinged. Thom 9:40pm What’s happening Madge 9:41pm Laundry Thom 9:42pm Laundromat? Madge 9:42pm In bldg basement Thom 9:44pm Nice! That’s better at least Madge 9:45pm Last night was fun. I’m glad you talked me into it. How r u? Thom 9:45pm <link> It linked to a YouTube clip of Kevin Sorbo, in Hercules, screaming “disappointed!” Madge laughed at the virally-misinterpreted homage to Kevin Kline. If you chose to believe Sorbo’s version of events, which Madge did.

Madge 9:46pm Teehee Feeling misunderstood? Thom 9:48 pm my lot in life. But woman, the thing about today is that we both went home alone last night and now it’s a miserable day and I had to wake up to the vocal stylings of Annie and Finn going at it next door. Again. And I wouldn’t have even gotten out of bed but I had a stupid matinee which I hate.

Madge 9:48pm Sorry :-/ So how’d it go? Did you get any sleep last night? Thom 9:49pm I got some and I’m home now so crashing soon. You’re totally missing the point I don’t need sleep a need a fuck I’m such a mess listen to me blathering What did you think of Gale you two talked a lot Madge 9:50pm Yeah he seemed nice Thom 9:51pm He’s hot right Madge 9:53pm Totally hot, last night was like a beautiful person parade I can’t believe you let me tell stage mom stories Thom 9:55pm You know I love those stories They’re really not as embarrassing as you think Madge 9:56pm Maybe in your world I have enough trouble as it is fighting pretty blonde girl syndrome at work Thom 9:56pm Lucky for you it was my world last night then RIGHT? Screw them. Leave that work shit at work You do you

Madge 9:57pm Yeah yeah So ... What about that Cinna guy he seemed into you Thom 9:59pm I thought so but I dunno I need to stop worry about everything so much RIGHT Did I tell you I have 2 casting calls this week my anxiety is through the roof

Madge 10:02pm You told me but I forgot. What are they for again?

Thom 10:07pm Commercials. It’s stupid but the money is insane. If you can sell.

Madge 10:09pm Totally. I hoep they go well. If you need any help learning crazy drug names you know where to go ;-)

Thom 10:10pm Haha, that would be awesome. Watch out you might get wrangled into running lines with me again

Madge 10:12pm That was so much fun you know I’d do it again in the heartbeat. Especially if we can stay up late and eat ice cream. :)

Thom 10:14pm I’m so glad you moved here Maddie, we’re gonna have so much fun

Madge 10:15pm So much :)

Monday came and Madge went back to her weekday routine. She had finished all the paperwork and trainings at the research center, and she was finally being assigned an experiment. She wouldn’t lead it herself, as new as she was, but she was excited to finally get back in a lab, working with a couple of phd researchers who had developed the protocols. She still had at least a week or two of practicing the new methods before she began actual experiments, but it still felt like progress. She also heard from her friend Delly who wanted to know all about her exciting life in NYC - an idea the pictures from Saturday only seemed to confirm. She grilled Madge on all the people she’d met and things she’d done and claimed she had to live vicariously through Madge because grad school was so hard. Madge encouraged Delly to come for a weekend sometime.

Thursday night she joined some women from the lab at a happy hour. They went to a basement bar close to the research center, and drank cocktails that the others called “cheap” which apparently they applied to anything under ten dollars. On the upside, the coworkers were pretty friendly and she heard about lots of different subcultures in the city. One told her about contra dancing. Another was into board games … she’d even been to a board game convention the year before. One was a runner, was training for a marathon, and loved trivia nights. It was fun, learning a bit about them. By the time she said goodbye, it was almost 8 o’clock. She looked at her phone to confirm how to get to the subway, and saw a new text notification. Once Madge was on her train heading home, she opened up her phone again and replied.

Gale 6:48pm hi

Madge 8:01pm Hi How are you? Gale 8:04pm alright you? Madge 8:05pm Ok Gale 8:07pm going out this wkend? Madge 8:09pm IDK maybe OMW home from happy hour

Gale 8:10pm you should use a safety text Madge 8:15pm What’s that? Gale 8:18pm pick a string of emojis that means you’re home safe. Then you always send it after a night out. Then we know you’re really safe and it’s not some psycho who kidnapped you or stole your phone or something Madge 8:22pm Ohhkay

Madge 8:24pm How worried should I be about these psychos? Gale 8:24pm lol don’t worry too much. But you should delete that conversation just to be safe. 😉 Madge 8:25pm So do you have safety emojis? Gale 8:29pm of course Madge 8:34pm And? What are they? Gale 8:41pm um no comment Madge 8:44pm Come on! How will I know you’re home safe and not kidnapped by psychos :P (home btw)

Gale 8:47pm well don’t judge me but it’s🖕⛄️🐸

Madge 8:48pm Lol Nice one. Is there a story behind that? Gale 8:50pm it seemed good at the time what about you? Madge 8:56pm I’m looking … TBH I am not that big an emoji user I can’t really believe the options now that I’m looking. Maybe I should use 🙈🙊 Gale 8:56pm lol that’s terrible

Madge 9:07pm ok 👣🍿🎵

Gale 9:09pm 👍

#gadge #my fanfic #gadge fanfic #nyc-verse #kids these days all they do is text

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ventingrightnow · 5 years ago

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Friday was a great day

I walked in to him mentioned my funny puns I made for him. Him bragging about me to others. Indian Boss. I made coffee and he came over and said “I still love all those puns you made me” and I could tell he was impressed. Then every time (or at least a few times) he went to get water he would look over at me, say my nickname, and talk to me. He needed me to do some scheduling (like he can’t look at bald boss’s calendar himself) and I told him to just CC me on the email and he said he felt bad doing that. I later mentioned it again and he goes “no You shouldn’t have to do that” “what, my job?” “Yeah but you’re not supposed to do that for me, I’m not important” (or something like that) and I tell him that I’ve scheduled for nearly everyone in the office, outside of dev.

God that panic attack I had when I heard him talking about the charity event he had to go to and then the house warming party. I can’t describe it. It was like (here I go, describing it, lmao) my heart sank and my chest tightened and then my stomach filled with electricity. Short of breath. Nerves at a high. It’s terrible. I had to go by his desk, pretending to ask about some stupid key card shit asking about his weekend plans. Charity event he went with some friends. No worries there. Then he had that boat bachelorette party which I found more humorous than anything else. Couple people brought it up to me like “did CRUSH tell you what he was doing this weekend?” And i say yeah and I think it’s hilarious and then 50+lbs is nearby and CRUSH says he’s invited and I go “YOU INVITE 50+LBS AND NOT ME??” He talks about keeping the ratio up and I say that by adding me he keeps the ratio high .... or low ... and he laughs and says I’m gullible, that he’s bringing no one and “can you imagine showing up and being like, hey, we’re here and oh this is my friend” friend. No coworker. Friend. He also asked about his friend who matched with me on hinge “you know, my friend who swipes.” “Oh yeah we matched” “did you hook up? No, actually I don’t wanna know” “yeah we chatted, he told me he had a motorcycle” then he says that he hated that thing and that he always tried to get CRUSH to go on a ride to the boat and he thought he was crazy. CRUSH showed me this video of an interior of a courvette, and I ask him why he needs such expensive toys considering the implication that people with those kinds of toys are vain and have small dicks. He said “I like keeping expectations low and then disappointing them anyway” haha he listened to a voicemail from his mom on speaker at the fridge, got to listen to her say she loved and missed him and I mouth “who is that?” “My mom” “awww” chubby jew sales asked me towards the end of the day with CRUSH nearby, “what are three characteristsics you would use to describe someone with a courvette” I quickly go “self-involved” think for a good 20 seconds “heterosexual, small-penis”

So much happened that Friday. We did the 12 gun salute for our final intern, or should I say one nerf assault, got that bitch on camera and at the end you can see him look at me, smiling, after I ‘woo’ once it’s over. Then he was at my desk, caught me labeling my Polaroid book, checked out the photos from the hoopla, mistook the whole album for the hoopla, I quickly corrected saying it was just those 5 pictures, then he still goes through it, first photos he sees are of me and my wife at the Gala and he comments that we looked great, or very nice or whatever he said, of course now I can’t remember. He continues all the way to the second page and then gets distracted and leaves. I bring over the photo of me in the robe in Jamaica to his desk and go “how amazing is this photo” and he goes “this is awesome. You look like a baby” “thank you! ... I don’t know if that was a compliment, but I’ll take it” haha

He was at my desk and one of the drawers was open, saw old cigar boss’s ID photo and picked it up, saddened by it. Says he remembers the day because he was there with Trump Dev. I say that I’ve already given him one hug so I’m out. We ended up leaving together “by accident” (I started packing my shit the second I heard him packing his, and then loudly said, I gotta get out of here) then stood up with my backpack and he was there with his and I go, “quit stalking me geez” and we walk out together. He asks me to put his umbrella in his backpack and then we get in the elevator. He says he’s walking home and I ask about his new place, slipping in the question about a housewarming party and he says he’s gonna have it when his place isn’t a shithole so I go “oh so never?” “Yup” haha

He came by my desk once, sneaking up behind me but I saw him from the corner of my eye. So he asked me something and he goes “ah, was trying to scare you” then he later came by, maybe a few hours later and did in fact scare me cause I genuinely did not see him coming by and I go “there, you scared me”

We also were all bullying him about a subway salad, and at the end he goes “yeah everyone keep making fun of me and my food” and I go, “you’re fat and you go to subway” flippantly and he genuinely laughs. I ask him if the salad is made with the same lettuce they use on the sandwiches and he says yes and I catch a laugh/snort and he laughs.

The final intern left that day and he wrote us goodbye notes, the sales team got one to share, I got my own, and CRUSH asks where it is (after I tell him about it) and I get up to go to NewBaby Sales’ desk and get it for him and look over his shoulder as he reads it and his scent is fuckin STRONG AND AMAZING and I literally stand there at his shoulder reading the card and breathing so deeply and silently that I could’ve OD’d from the aroma holy shit I can still smell it now, fucking amazing. Ugh. Smelt like ... sweet cologne. Not floral, no harsh. Just ... yes.

He was talking about that day he went solo on the boat with TrumpBlonde, after I had brought up wondering if his dad and sister were going to this bachelorette party since he went solo with TrumpBlonde, and he said something that was like “yeah, best day of my life” and I heavily rolled my eyes and I could tell he noticed it annoyed me that he was talking about her and he ups the anty by saying that he’s pregnant with her baby and I laugh.

Later on I hear him talking to chubby sales and chubby jew sales, chubby Jew sales routines bullies him but in a less funny way, like, it seems like he wants to be him but also is so happy not to? Anyways, he was picking on him for hooking up with a lot of women and said that CRUSH probably has an STD and then it cut in and out but I hear them talk about the nuvaring and chubby Jew sales doesn’t know what it is and I loudly go “it’s female birth control” WHAT? It’s lady birth control. “No it’s not” “wait, what’d you say?” “What’d you think we said?” Chubby Jew sales leaves to go smoke a cigarette and was also feeling uncomfortable and I go back to work and they talk for a few minutes before them both asking what I thought they said, and I ask them back, what did they say, we go back and forth for like a full ass minute and then I look at chubby sales and mouth “what did he say?” And he goes “NR?” I’m like oh yeah the nuvaring, and they go yeah, and I’m like, it’s female birth control, I’m not wrong. They seem extremely confused and I go, do I need to give you a lesson on what a Nuva ring is, they say yes, and I bring a chair over and say “from personal experience...” and explain the various aspects. CRUSH goes “yeah it’s a ring you put in and leave there forever” I explain the timeline (3 weeks in 1 week out, you get your period, then you put it back in) and the fridge aspect blew their minds. “Well why does it have to be kept in the fridge?” “Well the whole thing is that it slowly releases birth control when in you, and you’re a warm place —“ “ohhhh” hahah it was fun and funny, I didn’t mind explaining it not felt uncomfortable telling two of my coworkers I’m on birth control lmao chubby sales says that you can’t feel it when doing it and I say that I’ve had no complaints, “it’s like ... rubbed for her pleasure” LMAO then they spent a good twenty minutes doing “the move” from dirty dancing, singing the song “I’ve had the time of my life” and CRUSH keeps flinging his chest at chubby sales and chubby Jew sales until he eventually decks chubby sales in the face. Whoops lmao “I feel like I’ve blown your mind this week.” “You have!” “Nuvarings and that stand up set? My gosh ...” (also idk if I’ve posted this yet but remember when he asked dental floss for that photo of us on the jet ski? I gotta remember to get that. I feel like I saw it and it wasn’t that great lmao)

I posted earlier some “50 signs he’s into you” or whatever work-related romance BS and I think one of them (I think, like I can’t just fuckin look it UP) is that he makes up reasons to talk to you and he’s 100% doing that cause not only can he 100% schedule on his own, and most likely has been for a YEAR, but he’s been CCing me on random ass emails? Like he doesn’t know that all billing goes to literally anyone but me? Or his little donut project? I’m telling you, he likes me. There are some days where I feel bad about myself or how I look but when I come to work, I see him, I make him laugh, it makes me smile, he makes me laugh, and I smile and all that insecurity fades away and I feel like ... I feel like a ... I feel beautiful. He makes me feel beautiful. I know this is a pipe dream, that we can’t be together and that he’s in this fuckboi phase of getting over his ex and being a hot 29 year old, but ... I like the way he makes me feel. I crave going to work. The weekends are fucking agony now. I can’t date anyone because I’m obsessed with him. And I’m not ... sometimes I hate it because it’s kinda hopeless and I can see people just sigh at me and look at me like I’m some idiot and I’m fully aware of what I’m doing. I’m fully aware. But ... for now ... and for the past year really ... we’ve been flirty friends. And that’ll remain the same. It’s not healthy. But, it’s happening and until I come to an impasse, I’ll continue looking like a hot bitch and an internal hot mess.

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