#it could be the sit down/ im sat thing from tiktok

[skunkox]

When is Sam gonna say "Down, lil doggy"???

[ahqkas]

if you taking request can u make sumn with mattheo and the reader is just like Rory Gilmore studying all the time and he prod of her or sumn and thank you AND IM LOVE YOUR WRITING

NOTES! fem!reader, i’ve never watched gilmore girls in my life so that’s just my interpretation of rory gilmore from what i’ve seen on tiktok 🥹

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THE LIBRARY AT HOGWARTS HAD ALWAYS BEEN YOUR SAFE PLACE. the quiet rustle of parchment, the soft scratch of quills, and the muted footsteps of other students as they moved between aisles — these were the sounds that surrounded you as you pored over your notes, your quill gliding smoothly across the page.

you had always been studious, a trait that had earned you more than a few comparisons to the infamous ravenclaw stereotype, but you didn’t mind. knowledge was your passion, your escape, and you dove into your studies with the same enthusiasm that others reserved for quidditch or wizard chess. you enjoyed the challenge of a difficult spell, the satisfaction of mastering a complex potion, and the thrill of discovering a new piece of magical / muggle theory.

and mattheo noticed.

he had been watching you for weeks now, his dark eyes often drifting toward your usual spot in the library when he was supposed to be focusing on his own work. it had become a habit, really — one that he found both endearing and a little worrying. while others were out enjoying the spring weather, laughing with friends, or practicing on the quidditch pitch, you were here, nose buried in a book, fingers ink-stained from hours of scribbling notes.

it wasn’t that mattheo didn’t understand your drive. on the contrary, he admired it. he had seen the way your eyes lit up when you finally understood a difficult concept, the way you would smile to yourself after writing an essay you were particularly proud of. it was one of the things he loved about you — how your passion for learning was as fierce and unyielding as any fire. but he also worried about you, about how much you pushed yourself, how often you skipped meals and sacrificed your sleep or lost track of time because you were so absorbed in your studies.

today was no different. as he approached the library, he wasn’t surprised to see you sitting in your usual spot by the window, the late afternoon light casting a golden glow over your figure. you were hunched over a particularly thick textbook, your brow furrowed in concentration as you chewed absentmindedly on the end of your quill, a cozy sweater enveloping your focused figure.

mattheo leaned against a bookshelf for a moment, just watching you. there was something about the way you worked, the quiet determination that radiated from you, that filled him with an odd sense of pride. you were relentless in your pursuit of knowledge, always pushing yourself to be better, to know more. it was inspiring, really — how someone could be so dedicated, so passionate. and though he wasn’t the best with words, he wanted you to know how much he appreciated that about you.

pushing off the doorframe, mattheo made his way over to your table, the soft sound of his footsteps alerting you to his presence. you looked up, surprised, your quill pausing mid-sentence as you took in the sight of him standing there, hands in his pockets, a small, affectionate smile playing on his lips.

“hey,” you greeted softly, setting your quill down as you stretched out your fingers that have been writing for hours now. “what brings you here?”

mattheo shrugged, his eyes flicking over the array of books spread out before you. “just wanted to see how you’re doing. you’ve been at it for hours.”

a sheepish smile tugged at your lips as you glanced at the library clock, realizing he was right. “i guess i lost track of time, sorry.”

“again,” the slytherin boy added, his tone teasing but laced with genuine concern. he pulled out the chair next to you and sat down, his knee brushing against yours under the table. “you know, it’s okay to take a break sometimes. the world won’t end if you don’t finish that chapter tonight. ”

you sighed, leaning back in your chair as you looked at him. “i know, but there’s just so much to do. exams are coming up, and i want to make sure i’m ready.”

mattheo reached out, taking one of your hands in his. his thumb brushed over the ink stains on your fingers, a small smile appearing on his lips. “you’re always ready. you’ve been studying harder than anyone else i know. but you don’t have to do it all at once, okay? you’re allowed to take care of yourself too.”

“who cares if i’m pretty if i fail my finals?”

“you’re so much more than that. and you’re not going to fail, love. but you need to listen to me.”

his words, though simple, hit you with a warmth that spread through your chest. it wasn’t that you didn’t know he cared — it was in the little things he did, the way he always brought you coffee when he knew you’d been up late, or the way he would sit with you in the library even if he had no work of his own, just to keep you company. but hearing it out loud, the way he expressed his concern for you, made your heart swell.

“okay,” glancing at the stack of book in front of you that still needed attention, you hesitated for a bit. but when you saw the expression on his face, you made up your mind. “let’s take a short brake.”

“that’s my clever girl.”

you let your boyfriend lead you out of the comfort of the school library, his slender fingers sneakily intertwining with yours to keep you close to him. the cool air hit your face the moment you stepped outside, and for the first time in hours, you felt like you could breathe again. the tension in your system began to slowly disappear as you leaned closer to mattheo’s side, his warmth enveloping you in a new kind of comfort.

[elliespassagerprincess]

Hi okay so hear me out , fem reader x mean Ellie, so the reader feels insecure about her looks and ellie seems tired of it and straps the reader in front of the mirror to prove how pretty the reader is , making the reader look at theirself and mean Ellie slaps the reader if they ever disagrees or look away

Pretty girl - (ellie williams x reader)

Hi anon, fuck yes this is fr Ellie coded. And also just a warning I suck with writing smut so i'm sorry if it's bad.... i hope you enjoy

Pairing: ellie x fem!reader

requests are open again! send me your silly thoughts:)

warnings: 18+ MDI, slapping, strap usage (r receiving), insecurities, kinda mean ellie, mirrior sex

Summary: in which she showed her girl how pretty she really is

authors note: ugh it feels so good to be back, i have 12 drafts so be ready yall and also new gore fics coming soon because... live laugh love gore

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"take it" she said through gritted teeth as you felt her pound into you.

"I'm sorry" you cried through broken sobs.

You knew it was your fault. You knew you were the one that yourself into this position.

You and Ellie sat on the couch earlier that day, it was peaceful, the two of you silently sitting together.

A tiktok video landed on your fyp and you couldn't help but rewatch it over and over again.

She was so fucking pretty. She was everything you weren't.

It made you sick to your stomach.

Your gaze fell to Ellie as you imagined her with this girl. They'd make such a good couple, like those couples they put on the front page of magazines.

You wondered what Ellie thought when she saw girls like these on her fyp.

Does she wish you were someone different?

"Baby?" You felt her cold hand on your thigh, as she gave you light squeeze.

"Are you ok? You've been watching the same video over and over again" She asked with concern.

"Yeah" you replied hesitantly.

"I was just thinking"

"thinking of?"

You let out a sigh as you turned away from Ellie, you felt embarrassed to admit this.

"Well she's so... she's so pretty" you started.

You gave your phone to Ellie and you watched as she looked at the girl.

"I'm not that pretty, and I wish I looked like that honestly"

"what did you just say?"

You weren't supposed to answer her question. You weren't supposed to say anything.

But you did.

You fucking answered her.

"I wish I was as pretty as her" you said softly, you felt her eyes burning holes into the side of your face.

You missed the way Ellies jaw ticked, you missed the way the frown deepened on her face, you missed the way her eye twitched.

The girl she loved the most was insulting herself and it broke Ellie's heart.

She wished you saw yourself the way she saw you.

The only thing she could do was to show her girl how pretty she fucking was.

Now here you were, on your knees in front of Ellie's massive mirror.

The rug on the floor was burning into the palms of your hands and knees, tears were streaming down your face, and drool fell from your lips. Your ass stung and your cheeks were red from where Ellie slapped you repeatedly.

She wad ruthless with her pace, not giving you time to think.

She was fucking you stupid.

"C'mon baby" she said out of breath

"tell me how fucking pretty you are" she pinched your nipple and you let out a squeal

"Ellie please"

you felt her hand harshly hit your cheek, you moaned at the stinging feeling it left behind.

"i said tell me how fucking pretty you are" she repeated herself.

She was getting impatient. You could feel it in her pace.

"I'm pretty" another slap fell onto your cheek

"I didn't hear you"

her thrusts got harder. faster.

god you felt her in your stomach.

"im pretty!" You repeated louder.

"Now look at yourself in the mirror when you say it"

you slowly looked up into the mirror taking in your appearance.

You looked fucked.

You looked up at Ellie and there was a proud smirk on her face as she looked at where you and her strap were connected.

"Talk baby, or you won't cum" she said before slowing down .

You let out a scream of frustration, and she giggled.

She fucking giggled.

"please- I'll say it, but please don't stop" you begged.

A fresh coat of tears covered your face.

You were fucking pathetic.

Ellie picked up her pace and you moaned with relief.

"talk" was all she said.

You made eye contact with yourself in the mirror, your mouth fell open, and your eyes rolled to the back of your yeah.

She made you feel so fucking good.

"I'm the- the p-prettiest girl alive"

"that's my fucking girl"

She sped up, you weren't sure how she managed to, but she did. Her fingers roughly met your clit and you moaned at her touch.

You felt something build in your lower stomach. You were so fucking close.

"Ellie" you whimpered

"I know pretty girl, it feels good... c'mon let it out" she spoke to you so gently, like you were the most fragile thing ever.

But in reality she was fucking you senseless, but you loved every fucking second of it. She rubbed your clit for a few more seconds before you felt something snap inside of you.

You moaned loudly, and your body started shaking.

"there you go... my pretty girl" Ellie muttered on top of you as you came down from your high.

You both were breathing heavily, and you made eye contact with your girl through the mirror.

"Hi" you said with a shy smile. All Ellie did was smile back before you felt her move her cock at a steady rhythm once again.

"Ellie" you said softly, as you hissed at the feeling still sensitive from your last orgasm.

"I wasn't done with you, we still have a lot to learn.." she spoke as she thrusted into once again

"now look yourself in the mirror and repeat after me... 'I am the prettiest girl alive"

[celebtf]

Vinnie & the Car-shop

It was a hot summer day, Mid-july and and I was taking my Car to work. I woke up and I was not feeling well today, my head hurt, I was tired and hungry but I needed to work so I could afford rent and have food on my table.

I sat in the car, I got the AUX and put on some music from my regular playlist. The playlist is around 10h long so I have some songs to shuffle through.

As I was driving on the highway my car started to make this strange noice, I was in a rush and needed to hurry. I continued to drive even with the strange noice but the more I drove the more the sound got worse.

I picked up my phone and called my boss " Hey Joe, I'm sorry but my car just broke down on the Highway. I might not come in on time today, but I'm making it up to you" I heard my boss laugh a little " Hey man, it's okay, take the time you need and be safe while driving on the 40 highway. "

I hang up and called my local Car-shop and they send a car to pick my truck up. They come and I get a ride to the car-shop.

I walk in to the shop seeing a young man, im his early 20's, he can't be much younger then me, sitting on a box with his face in his face.

I go up to him and start talking " Hey man, what's up? How's it going " I asked to he polite and to see if there's anything I can help with.

" Hey man, I don't know, I'm having trouble with this thing over here, I don't know how or if I can fix this thing " the young man, who I now can see is that one tiktoker... what's his name, Vinnie hacker I think.

" Okay man, give me that thing over there " Vinnie gives me the screw and I show him how he can twist this and do that " Also, my fingers are getting dirty can I Barrow your gloves real quick " I ask him.

He gives me his gloves and I start to work on the car, and a bit later I feel the place getting hotter " I'm so sorry, but it's just so hot, I need to just take my shirt off" I said, throws the shirt and start working.

As I'm working I can feel my hands heat up, but I can't take the gloves off, my hands start to cramp and I can see them grow. My arms began so gain muscles and I can see a few, not a few alot of new tattoos for. My shoulders get bigger and my pecs too. I can feel my nipples getting hard and touching them feels really Nice. I felt something that felt like a punch to my stomach and I can see a pac of abs start to appear, a hard sixpack of Washboard abs.

I feel my face starting to heat up, my jaw cracked and got sharper, my eyes burned and my eyebrows grew bushier and my hair suddenly grew a bit longer, and blond. I'm usually not blond.

" Hey vinnie, wasn't your workday over 30 minutes ago? Why are you still here?" The owner comes up to me " I'm sorry I didn't hear you, what did you call me?"

He just looked at me and laughed " Vinnie you're always such a jokester " I didn't really understand him, but if I needed to leave then I would have to get going..

I went to the Bathroom before closing and that's when I finally saw what he meant. I was really vinnie, but how? And where was he now? But my mind started remember things, everything in my mind as Vinnie's memories.

" Okay I look really good, even better then before, I think I can get used to this"

I laughed and left the shop

Hey, I'm back, I wrote this story last week after trying to get out of this writters block I have had for like a month. I'm okay with this story not being the best. Just wanted something out and to post.

[lbcreations-blog]

Emily x an immortal reader soulmate au

Not proofread, I'm way too tired, and this took forever to make with my writersblock

Also, should I do more Emily x reader? And possibly do some Sera x readers as well? Or?

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In this universe, everyone had a soulmate, sometimes more than one. And to know who your soulmate is, you would need the same tattoo that was placed on your shoulder.

You, a simple human who was cursed with immortality, had not found the one you love.

Then again, you have only been on earth for about 24 years. The only reason you knew you were immortal was because you fell off a skyscraper and lived with only a few scratches.

But to say the least, you were worried your soulmate or soulmates would be simply mortaliezed.

Now we turn to Emily, a seraphim who was given a mission to come to earth to collect your human soul, to come to heaven, and reside there due to you being registered as dead and being on heavens list.

Emily went into the portal that was shown to her after being instructed on her mission. Once entering the human world, she put on her human form to go find your soul, which she assumed was just floating around.

Now back to you, who was at an internet café studying for your college test that was coming soon. After a while, your eyes started to get sore, so you decided to look away from your computer for a few seconds to give your eyes a break. And when doing so, you saw a woman walk through the café door, and you knew she just looked stunning and you had to introduce yourself.

And lucky you, she was walking just your way!

But before you could say anything, she spoke to you. "Hi, my name is Emily, but you can call me Em or Eme. uhm, your name is reader? Yes?

What. The. Fuck? How does she know your name?

"Yea, hi. Emily. H-how. How do you know my name?" You asked her, a bit creaped out. "May I sit here?" She asked, ignoring your question. You agreed, wanting to figure out how she knew your name, even though you were pretty freaked out.

"Sooooooo," you started. "How do you know my name?" She then responded,"Will it explain myself if I told you I knew you were dead? or well immortal from what i can see." She asked.

"What?" You whispered,"I sai-" "no, how do you know this?" You asked, interrupting her. "Well i-" "Wait, no. Let me pay for my stuff and we can talk about this at my place." You told her, putting your hand up so you could tell the waiter that you were ready to pay.

Once paying, you left the café with Emily and took a two minute walk to your home. while walking home, Emily talked your ear off about things she likes. Yes, it was annoying, but you enjoyed it in some way, You weren't sure why, but you tried not to question it.

Once you got into your home, Emily immediately complemented it. You thanked her and told her to follow you to your lounge. Once in your lounge, you both sat down on your couch, and you asked your first question.

"How do you know im immortal?" You asked. "Well, you see, I'm a Seraphim from heaven," your jaw dropped. Emily continued, "And well, I got a mission to come down here and bring you to heaven because you were registered as dead, and you are on our list," Emily told you simply.

"I-" you started. "Give me a few seconds to process this Em," you told her as you got up and went to your room to think.

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You walked back into the lounge and sat down on the couch. "So... you were told to take me to heaven because you were told I'm registered as dead?" You asked."Yes, I was told to do that" Emily told you.

"Can I not go? I like it here on earth, and i still wanna meet my soul mate." You told Emily. "No, I don't think so... but I can see if I can convince Sera, " Emily told you. "Yea sure, thank you Em"

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It was the next day. You were jalaxing on your bed, scrolling through tiktok when a bright light went into your room. You closed your eyes until you felt the bright light go away.

Then you saw Emily in angel form looking beautiful. "Oh hey there, Emily, so what did Sera say?" You asked her "well reader i-i tried to convince Sera, but. She said no. She said it was- "what? B-but Emily, I like it here!" You started tearing up, being passionate for where you live.

"What about my soulmate?! I'm just never going to meet them?! I want to at least let them know I love them!" You told her passionately "well they might end up going to heaven- "no! No, that's a might! I just want to meet them once! Atleast!" You told her tears falling down your cheeks alot of emotions spilled.

"Ugh, get out of my room Em" you told her, hugging your torso. "I- ok then." Emily then walks out of the room.

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Emily sat on your couch, feeling sad that she could not convince Sera to let you stay on earth and upsetting you. She felt that you should be happy.

After a few more minutes of Emily sitting on your couch and thinking, you walked into the lounge without the hoody that you always wore, or at least around Emily (Which makes sense since you've only known each other less then a day if you put all the hours together) you were now wearing your black tank top due to it being hot.

You then sat down on the couch and looked at the floor. "So... I'm sorry for shouting at ya Emily, " you told her."I was angry and just really emotional, you did not deserve that, I hope you can forgive me, I know you were just doing your job, im sorry." You said you continued to look at the floor anticipating for her answer.

After about 30 seconds, you looked at Emily and saw her jaw was dropped. "Em?.. Emily?" Emily slowly brought her hand to her sleeve and brought it up to reveal her soulmate mark.

You were. Shocked, to say the least.

"Your. My soulmate, " you said in shock

Your body suddenly moved on its on and you passionately kissed her. Emily kissed back. "I guess I would not mind going to heaven with you, Eme," you told her.

Well uhhmmmm

Hope yall enjoyed it

-L.B Creations

[koilaniazul]

why not me? (pt 2)

pairing- matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: matt confronts y/n and it turns into a confession. but of course, these things don’t always have a happy ending.

warnings: swearing, angst, matt is a meanie once again

go check out part one!

after seeing matt’s date, you felt empty. the boy you had loved for years had just slipped from your fingers.

he didn’t even text. or call. hell, he could’ve sent a damn pigeon and you would’ve jumped for joy.

but no, he just ghosted you. that wasn’t like him.

the entire time you were in your house you stalked eiliana. her instagram, her tiktok, her threads account, her moms facebook account. you found out she has an onlyfans. (that she barely even posted on.)

*she’s not good for matt.* you thought to yourself

you hadn’t got up from your bed in DAYS. and the dishes + smell in your room was a dead giveaway.

on the 5th day you unltimately decided it was time for self care.

you got up from your bed and felt disgusting. gathering all the takeout boxes and bowls with living organisms inside them, you stuffed them in the dishwasher as well as taking out the trash.

pulling off your dirty and crumb filled sheets and putting them in the washer, disinfectant over EVERY surface in your house.

hopping into the hot shower and letting out a soft moan feeling the anxiety and overwhelming stress wash away.

standing in your towel you looked at your phone, an instagram notif popped up.

a message. from matt.

he wanted..to talk? he wanted to talk. matt wanted to talk. and he was coming over in 10 minutes.

reality suddenly hit ur brain as you hopped out of the bathroom and quickly got dressed into the most decent fit you could find.

ur hair was still wet and you barely had time to put makeup on.

matt was coming over and you looked like a wet abandoned dog.

putting on perfume you heard your doorbell ring.

oh shit.

halfway sprinting to the door you opened it as your heart stopped.

there stood matt who you hadn’t seen in weeks.

and he looked so good. even his outfit looked so fine.

you checked him out without shame and he noticed.

clearing his throat, the boy looked her in the eyes. “can..i come in?” he asked a bit unsure.

stepping out of your trance, you looked up at matt with doe eyes. “yeah..yeah sure”

matt carefully stepped inside and took his shoes off as you walked into your living room.

sitting on the couch you patted the spot next to you for him to sit down.

he sat down and avoided eye contact.

deciding to break the quietness, you spoke.

“so, why are you here? missed me that much?” you asked slightly laughing.

he didn’t return the laughter. matt side eyed you as he spoke, “i think you know why im here y/n”.

your smile faded. “i don’t know..”’. as much as you hated lying, you didn’t want to talk about what happened.

matt’s jaw clenched in anger. “ what do you mean?! you showed up at my date with my girlfriend!”.

girlfriend? there’s no way he was dating her already.

you stood up. “are you serious matt? you’ve only known her for like a week!”.

matt’s eyes widened as he stood up as well. “you can’t be talking right now. why are you so interested about how long i’ve known eiliana?! if you need to know we’d been talking for like months before!”

you scoffed. but as you tried to speak again he cut you off. “matt- no y/n shut the fuck up! you’re crazy. eiliana literally complained to me that she was scared of you because you kept stalking her profiles every.single.day.”

your mouth went dry. you forgot to hide your own profile.

“you’re supposed to be my best friend! not some psycho who’s literally joe goldburg.” matt says obviously stressing

“well i cant just be your friend matt!” you yelled. you didn’t think before you spoke. *shut up y/n* you thought to yourself

matt looked even more confused than he was before. “why not?”

“because i fucking love you!” you cried out.

dead silence.

you panted. suddenly out of breath.

you looked up at matt. his eyes darkened.

he.was.pissed.

“matt-“ you said trying to touch his arm

“don’t-don’t touch me!” he said taking two steps back from you

you jerked your hand back scared from his reaction.

“matt please listen to me!” you yelled, tears started to pool your eyes.

he looked up and scoffed. “no you don’t get to cry y/n. you don’t get to fucking cry after you stalked my girlfriend and showed up at our date.”

“i- i didnt even mean to!” you stuttered. “i only left my house because you stood me up!”

matt rolled his eyes. “so what? i went on a date with a girl. you’re being a sensitive bitch.”

“why are you being such a dick right now?! this isn’t the matt i know!”

“oh yeah because you know me so well. matt said with a hint of sarcasm. “you don’t know me at all!”

you started to sob now. “matt-matt please!”

he walked to your front door. “i can’t be here.”

you panicked and sprinted to the front door, blocking him from leaving.

“let’s talk! please.” you begged desperately.

he finished putting his shoes on. “out of my way.”

your breath hitched. “matt.”

he sighed. “we can’t do this y/n. this isn’t healthy.”

confusion reached your face. “what are you talking about..?”

“we can’t be friends anymore.”

your heart dropped. “h-huh?”

he rubbed his temples “that’s why i came over here anyway. eilana and i had talked about it before i drove over. she suggested it and i think it’s a good idea.”

tears rolled down your face. “you’re one of my best friends i cant lose you!”

“ my girlfriend is terrified of you, and you clearly need help, please move out of the way y/n”

you gave up.

moving out of the doorway, matt opened the door and stood in the door frame.

“you know, i wanted to introduce her to you. i thought you two would be good friends. guess not. see you around”

he shut the door as you heard his footsteps walk away.

you tried to cry but you couldn’t.

you were so tired.

only one thought circled your head.

why not me?

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𝗄𝗈𝗂'𝗌 𝗒𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 ↷

BYEE WHY DOES THIS SUCK ASS

anyway.. i did not mean to make matt this mean. welp!

ALSO TELL ME WHY I SPELT EILANA THREE DIFFERENT WAYS

please tell me if you find any mistakes!

ok bai love ya ꨄ

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[skzooe]

i absolutely love the lipstick stain trend!

i need a part 3 with junhyeon in it, pretty pleasee

you are doing great, keep up the good work! :)

lipstick stain trend,,💌 p.3

BOYS PLANET

p.1 p.2 p.3

with; taerae, keita, kamden, gyuvin, junhyeon, matthew

[note;; i waffled towards the end bc i ran outa ideas but not sure if this is still in trend so sorry for the wait!! ❣️]

for those who don't know 💋💋💋

taerae;

such a romantic guy

will place roses and candles around you to "set the mood" of the video

HE'S SO EXTRA I LOVE HIM

"waitwait, we need more flowers"

a perfectionist fr

he's so into it as you place kiss marks on his face

you can just tell how he's trying to hide his huge smile

honestly fighting the urge to kiss you back

he couldn't help it, so he ran his thumb across your stained red lips, holding your hips for support

turns into a LONG ASS makeout sesh

you both pull away and hes just staring at you with love in his eyes and just smiles so beautifully 😭

“i could spend the whole day doing just this.”

(promoting my taerae picnic date fic bc why not🤷‍♀️)

keita;

when you show him the video he gets SO SMILEY

his smile literally lights up the whole room its so cute

how could he say no

when you cup his face and start kissing him he literally WONT STOP SMILING

"your lips are so soft"

he loves it too much that he starts giggling like a girl uncontrollably

when you finish the video he just blurts out the most random things

"I LOVE YOU SO MUCH"

"I'M SO LUCKY TO HAVE YOU"

is he drunk???????

tight cuddles and kisses straight after bc he's just like that

kamden;

we already know how kamden is

he's an average user on tiktok so he might know about it already

so when you ask him he's just like: 🙂🧍‍♂️

he doesn't really mind since he's down for anything with you

"im down"

he just sits there in silence as you pepper kisses on his face

he doesn't really make eye contact with you because he's SO SHYY

when you start giving kisses on his neck, he gets so flustered and his ears turn red

he didn't want you to see how red he was, so he pulled you in and cuddled you as tight as he could on his chest

you noticed his ears which you found adorable

"you're so cute when you're flustered"

"you make me lose control."

(honestly got me kicking my feet while writing this icl)

gyuvin;

sooooo clingy

physical touch king

would do ANYTHING to spend more time w you

"do you-"

"YES."

dawg im not done talking?????

while you put on the lipstick you picked out, gyuvin is just laying on your lap playing with the strings of your hoodie

istg he's never separating from you

cup his cheeks and he will MELTT

you try to kiss his cheek, but he swerves his lips onto yours 🤧

he thought he was so slick with it

"i really, really want to kiss you again"

as you're about to lay kisses on his cheek, he pulls you close and places his lips onto yours

only bc he just cant get enough of your touch

goes on for ageeeessss

you both pull out with heavy breaths, looking so flushed and dizzy with pink cheeks

he has smudged lipstick all over his mouth which you find so cute

he just chuckles

"you got lipstick all over me"

junhyeon;

you're sat on the counter of the kitchen as junhyeon heats up his food

you stumble across a video of the trend which you found soo cute

you show him and he is just so goofy and confident about it🤧

"do you wanna do this?"

"SAY LESS"

you get the lipstick from your bag and apply it to your lips while he approaches you

he's hovering over you with hands on the counter, each on your sides

as you're kissing his face, you accidentally smudge one which makes him whinee

"i think i deserve a kiss."

he's smirking sooo slyly

he puts his hand on your waist as he pulled in close

you're both lost in the moment as he says

"i wanted to do this so damn bad"

(the food hello??????)

matthew;

you're both snuggled up on the couch watching tiktoks together when you both come across this trend you wanted to try out

matthew rushes to get your lipstick because he's so committed to helping you

he's so sweet about it that he won't stop asking questions

"is this colour okay?"

"does my outfit look good?"

"should i fix the lighting?"

you tug on his collar to apply the lipstick onto his face

which makes him sooo shy and cute

his ears automatically turn red in which he tries to hide with a smile

as you film the video, he just looks at you with a huge smile

"you look heavenly."

literally cant take your eyes off you

the comments go WILDD

💬: find me a man that looks at me like that

💬: HE'S INLOVE

mattew will treasure that video FOREVER

shares it to everyone he knows. his friends, his family, EVERYONE

"was that okay? i'd love to do that again"

© skzooe

[skz-bibi]

(🔴) ... [ NOW PLAYING ] EP.51 - 52 노노캠핑 (Know Know Camping) !

🤍 ... ( outfit ) !

"you can sit here." jeongin held her hand as they got on the bus. "seungmin is sitting there, i can sit right here." you pointed to the seat in front. "he can move."seungmin looked at the two. "why would i move, you both can separate for an hour."

they finally took their seat, chan sitting down in the window seat, lee know boarding sitting in the front since he was the guide. "students!" he said in a teacher voice. "im your teacher for the day." she laughed as they all showed zero emotion. "we're here for know know camping."

"exciting right?" she snickered as they confidently. "good job oppa." she said. "thank you bibi." he gave her a smile. "it's been a while since we went on an outing, let's have fun and be happy."

lee know then instructed them to get into teams, playing games to pick the members. "bibi knows what she's doing though, she's been camping before." lee know said, she nodded. "oh we can use her, she can help with the tent." changbin said.

"what if i wanted to go shopping?" she said. "yah, don't pretend to like shopping now." seungmin said. "i don't mind it." she said. "so you switch with me, you go shopping." everyone said no. "yah!" she shrieked.

"bibi you have a phone and you chose to not use it everytime ad bring back the wrong thing." she smiled, embarrassed. "you have a point." she pouted,chan laughed. "cute."

"bibi can come with us." changbin said. "we need entertainment." she gave him the finger hearts cheekily.

when the topic of money arouse , they instructions were easy, for certain about of money you had to commit to something from slightly agree for 10,000 won to fully commit to something for 100,000.

"seulbi your turn." she read the comment. 'try and be less physical in 2024' she frowned. "look how sad she got." hyunjin smiled behind her. "yah, commit to it." jeongin said. "this is anti seulbi , i just like to give hugs, what's so wrong with that?" she shrugged. "yah." jeongin said, she smiled. "it's 100,000 won , just do it." chan said.

she looked into the camera smiling. "i'll try and be less psychical." she pointed out her pinky. "i promise."

finally making it to the camping ground, surrounded by beautiful flowers, she gasped. "this is so pretty." she said , pulling out her phone. "i want to take some photos later." she walked down the road to the steps.

lee know had gotten an extra 100,000 won to whoever could find the rock he threw out, jisung being the one to run out and grab it, making them all laugh. "you guys got it." she shouted. "yah!" she yelled. "why didn't anyone run out." she said.

"look at the dog." she said, linking arms with jeongin. "ah cute." she cooed bending down to pet it's back. "hi baby." she scratched it's neck. "so cute." jeongin smiled at the girl.

they walked back to the site to set up the tents. "we have to sit this down first." she pulled out the bottom, laying it out on the ground. "okay put that up." chan helped them set up the actual tent part. "be careful hammering that down." the elder watched them hammer down the things.

"don't get so frustrated." she bent down holding the thing for him to hit. "good job." she said. "we did it" she cheered ruffling his hair, the boy laughed. "you've failed your commitment already."

she found some decorations, putting them along side the tent. "bibi?" chan called, she hummed. "can you set up the table and chair?"

it didn't take long, setting up the foldable chairs and table, sitting out the portable stove for them to use later— once she was finished, she sat down in the tent. "it's comfortable in here."

"bi-ah." lee know called out to her. "do you want a beer?" she poked her head out the tent. "come have a drink." she crawled out of the tent. she took her drink , sitting down with them watching them make tiktoks.

seungmin and changbin returned with the groceries, setting up everything so they could began to cook.

"why is it taking so long to boil." she cut up the garlic pieces. "next time let's eat pasta in seoul not during camping." they sat there waiting, chan feeding them pieces of meat.

finally the water was starting to boiling , so ayen begin cooking the noodles while changbin made the sauce, making a stew for them to eat.

the food was done, they all sat around just eating, seungmin making fishcakes for them to eat, they ate until night fell.

when night fell they all sat around the fire , eating ice cream sharing the gossips they wrote earlier in the day. "bi-ah." lee know read. "why do you only call out to only ayen chan lee know cutely?" she smiled. "changbin wrote that." chan said.

"I call out to everyone the same." she defended but seungmin jumped in. "no you don't , you call me kim seungmin with anger." she glared. "because you make me angry kim seungmin."

"try it." hyunjin said. "what?" she said. "call out to changbin cutely." he smirked. "no." jeongin said. "do I have to?" she looked at the camera. "do it." chan said, she stood up, covering her red face. "why must i do this on camera?" she cringed. "changbinnie." she wrapped her arms around him, everyone cringing. "changbinnie oppa." he smiled satisfied and she sat down in distress. "i can't."

finally everyone settled down , just drinking and enjoying each others company ending the night off.

©️SKZ-BIBI

[chrattslut]

Comforting!Matt x Insecure!fem!reader

Summary: You’re crying about some of your insecurities while harming yourself and matt walks in and sees you sobbing lowly sitting in front of a floor length mirror with a razor blade in hand..

Warnings: angst, mentions of self harm, insecurities, mentions of starving yourself

(y/n's pov)

I got up from my bed with tears streaming down my face after seeing so many pretty girls on TikTok with flat tummies and I tried to distract myself on instagram but the same thing popped up.

I walk towards my floor length mirror in the sturniolo household, I've been currently living with them for some time now staying in the spare bedroom that I decorated in my own way now claiming it as mine.

I stand in front of the mirror lowly sobbing as I lift my shirt and turn to side, picking at the fat on my belly. I face the mirror again and pick at the skin on my waist. I sit on the floor with my phone in hand taking the phone case off the back and taking the little blade out hiding it up to my wrist sobbing softly while cutting the multiple layers of skin seeing the blood come out of the cut.

I start sobbing even more looking in the mirror at my belly rolls as im sat on the floor. This causes me to start cutting even more.

(matt pov)

I was ordering food waiting for it to arrive already knowing y/n's order so I didn't even bother to ask her. After paying for the order I sit on the couch with nick and chris watching tv.

After a couple minutes my phone buzzes next to me telling me that the dasher has dropped off the food. I get up and go grab the food coming back with the bags. Nick and Chris notice the food is here so they pause the tv and get up from the couch and walk over to the table and start digging in.

"I'm gonna go get y/n from her room" I say before leaving to go get her.

(y/n's pov)

I heard footsteps coming to my room so I quickly put the blade under my phone, cover my bleeding wrist with my hand and quickly wipe my tears.

Even though I tried to hide the fact that I was crying you could clearly tell by the tip of my nose being red, the wet eyelashes, and red eyes.

I hear soft knocks on my door and let out a soft "come in" which causes my door to slowly open revealing Matt.

Matt walks in and closes my door behind him but not fully leaving it a little cracked open. He walks to where I'm sitting and was about to speak but he notices something off..

He's never walked in my room and seen me sat on the floor with my shirt rolled up.

"Are you okay?" he asks me. I sit there just looking up at him not wanting to bother him with all my issues so I just nod.

He kneels next to me and studies my face knowing I'm not okay with the way my shirt is rolled up, and how clearly it looks that I've been crying. "Are you sure y/n? you know you can talk to me about anything." he says in a soft caring tone. I look at the ground as my eyes well up with tears again, I look back up at him and a tear streams down my cheek. He doesn't say anything and pulls me into a hug. That small gesture makes me start sobbing again.

He pulls away after a few seconds of me just sobbing into his chest and when I pull away he looks at me with concern in his eyes. He noticed my hand over my wrist and his brows furrow but then his gaze softens as he realizes what I was doing. "Y/n..." he lays his hand softly over mine on my wrist and I sit there with my head down feeling like a disappointment. "Y/n... how- how long have you been doing this?" he asks with concern laced in his voice but his tone is also soft.

I shake my head knowing that the last time I did this was a week ago for the same reason. He slowly processes everything and realizes why I was crying. He slowly removes my hand seeing the scars from weeks ago and the once I was just doing on myself.

"Y/n you're beautiful just the way you are don't let anyone or anything tell you otherwise." He says softly looking in my eyes with a soft look. "I just need you to promise me you won't do this again" he speaks again with a soft tone. He holds up his pinky for me to make a pinky promise. I hesitate but eventually interlock pinkies with him. He smiles softly and gets up. "We ordered some food, come eat before it gets cold." he says waiting for me to get up but I don't and I just sit there contemplating if I should really be eating with the way my body look right now.

As if he read my mind Matt speaks again "You need to eat y/n, your body is perfect and starving yourself won't solve this" his tone is still soft and comforting. I get up and he smiles at me before taking my hand leading me to the table where I see my favorite food.

I take a seat and Matt sits next to me eating his own food but he notices me hesitate to take a bite so he takes his hand and rests it on my knee that's closest to him stroking his thumb back and forth in a comforting manner.

I spent the rest of the night with Matt and instead of sleeping in my own room, I slept in Matt's room because he insisted on comforting me the whole night, with one of his hoodies and with his arm wrapped around me as I lay my head on his chest. Before going into Matt's room to sleep with him on his bed I downloaded the 'I am sober' app to help myself out a little bit without Matt knowing.

a/n: hiii guys im sorry if this was too long I just didn't know how to shorten most of the things I wrote down but I hope you enjoyed it and leave me some recommendations of what you want to see in the notes below. Thank you so much for reading and I love you all. Hope you have an amazing day, afternoon, evening or night,

[nymphoheretic]

˜”°•.˜”°• Come here •°”˜.•°”˜

Synopsis: Itachi wants his pussy on his face.

Warnings: Pussydrunk!Itachi, oral (fem!recieving), facesitting, squrting, black!reader

Work count: 0.6k

Pairing: Itachi Uchiha x Fem!reader

a/n: This is a repost from my old blog and thanks to @sailewhoremoon and that Itachi thirst, Im back on my bullshit about him...

Small taglist: @tokyometronetwork @stygianoir @bookandyarndragon @babiefwuit @bakugosbratx

Sorry for the double tag...tumblr was being mean to me again. Sobs!

You didn't know what to expect when Itachi suddenly came from work, a frown prominent on his face as he approached you. Without a word, he tossed you over his shoulder and carried you to the bedroom. He remained quiet as he tossed you onto the bed and spread your creamy, brown thighs.

A low, hungry growl rumbled in his chest as he stared down at his pussy. Licking his lips, he started to go down to have a taste, but stopped as an idea came to him. "Baby, I had a long day. Want you to put my pussy on my face." He laid down on the bed and beckoned for you to come.

Biting your lip, not sure if you could do what was asked of you. "A-are you sure, 'Tachi? I don't want to hurt you." You let out a squeak when he grabbed you by the ankle and pulled you over to him.

Lifting you up easily, he placed you into his lap and grabbed your chin. Itachi pulled you in for a deep, slow kiss that left you panting and wanting more. His dark eyes had a serious glow in them as he firmly said, "Sit. On. My. Face."

You nodded your head and slipped your panties over your hips and down your legs before reaching for the zipper of your skirt when his hand grabbed yours.

"Leave it on. C'mere." Itachi pulled you up by your hips and hovered his sweet cunt over his lips. He pressed down on your thighs and made you sit down on his awaiting mouth, his tongue slipping out to lick a wet stripe through your heat.

Your hands grabbed the headboard of the bed almost immediately at the feeling of his hot tongue swirling over your puffy folds, the skirt you wore gave you small peeks at his face between your thighs. The sight of Itachi underneath you was honestly one of the sexiest things ever. Your head fell back as your felt you walls beginning to quiver on his tongue.

Itachi made slurping sounds as he devoured you. Your sweet taste dripping down his chin as he found pleasure in hearing your cries and moans as his tongue worked orgasm after orgasm from your pretty cunt. His fingers came up to slide into your sticky hole as his lips closed your swollen, protruding clit.

Thighs trembled around his head as he pulled another orgasm from you with his greedy tongue. " 'Tachi, baby...I can't anymore." You tried to lit yourself up, but his nails dug into your plush thighs, yanking you back down onto his hungry lips.

"One more, baby girl. Give me one more and I'll be satisfied." Itachi was drunk off your taste. He could be smothered by your thighs all day if he could. Sucking your tender clit back into his mouth, he flicked his tongue over it as his fingers pushed back inside, thrusting in and out of you and making loud squelching sounds.

Your mouth dropped open into a silent scream as you ground your hips down onto his lips, his tongue sliding over your weeping pussy. Gazing back down at his face, marveling at the contrast your skins clashing and mixing beautifully, the sight was enough to make you cum hard on his tongue, squirting all over his face.

Itachi tried to catch every last drop of your sweet release, but some managed to drip down his chin and cheeks as he swallowed what fell into his mouth. He gave your pussy a few gentle licks before let you fall limply to the side. "I needed that." He said as he sat up and wiped his face with the hem of your skirt. "Thank you, baby." Itachi kissed your forehead as he moved to help you under the covers.

©️2022 nymphoheretic - I do not give permission to copy, edit, alter, or distribute my work. Do not adverse on tiktok. Do not repost on any other platform.

[thoughtsofdarc]

'Go powder my nose'

-Warnings: none

-Y/n, Ghost, Soap, and maybe Gaz? Friends

-i spend say too much time on Tiktok.

I now have a slight mask kink and I'm going feral for Ghost and König. Fuck my life, right? This is what came of it.

The group, 3 men and one woman, was sitting by a table in the back of the bar.

Far away to not draw too much attention, but able to scan the location and we who enters and leaves.

Side effect of the life they're living. Even on their days off they are still on guard.

Soldiers.

Though they weren't in uniform, it's evident in the way they hold themselves.

They needed the time off. The bar was regularly visited by the soldiers from the base. It was known to be the place to go.

Which also meant that people, mostly women, came to the bar to see if they could hook to with a handsome soldier for the night...

They usually could.

But tonight, the 3 men and the woman wasn't there to find a hookup. They just needed to rewind from a mission. Just needed to throw back a couple of beers, before they went back to sleep for a day or two.

"Im gonna go take a piss.."

The woman stood, from her seat, pulling down the fitted shirt, making sure she didn't show any unwanted skin, to the other men visiting the bar. She didn't care for unwanted attention tody.

"Fuck sake, y/n You're a lass, ya shouldn't talk like that"

Soaps grin told that he didn't really care, he was just talking friendly shit.

The two other men grunted out small laughs.

The man, with the skull mask pulled up to his nose, leaving room for him to drink, lips curled up in a lopsided smirk.

Though he wasn't the most vocal of the group, he enjoyed the friendly banter.

Y/n weighed the consequences of saying out loud, the first thought she had. Of the only thing about her being a 'lass' was the vibrator in her room on base.

But she bit it back, knowing that Soap would never let he live it down, it he knew about it.

Instead she shot out her hip, pretended she wore a dress and dipped her hips to take a bow. With a fake posh upper class accent she looked at Soap and said "Excuse me Gentlemen, I have to go powder my nose"

"oh piss off y/n!" Soap flipped her off, in all friendliness of course.

"That's what I fucking tried to do, but you complained about that too!" she shot back, causing everybody to laugh.

"Just go y/n, or he'll complain all night" the man with the skull mask, Ghost, ushered her to go take care of her business.

"Oi, you piss off too, mate" Soap scoffed, but there was a little smirk playing on his lips.

Y/n laughed and walked away.

Not many minutes went by, from y/n leaving the table, before a woman approached the 3 men left there.

She was a bit more than tipsy, dressed up to catch attention and the look she had in her eyes, was set on Ghost.

"Hello boys, what are you doing out on this fine evening" she purred, as she sat down on the empty chair that y/n left.

She made sure to shoot out her chest, making her boob's bigger.

The woman adressed the all, but her eyes were fixed on Ghost.

Y/n approached slowly, the woman trying to flirt with the skull masked man hadn't seen her. She stood back, watching the interaction silently.

"Sorry, not interested, darling" his British accent rolled of his lips, which held a small smirk. He shook his head, fixing his eyes on the beer instead of looking at the woman.

"Oh come on sweetheart... I dig the whole mask thing. You can keep it on..."

She purred, the silent promise of she wanted from Ghost, thick in the air.

"listen to the man, lass... He has a Girlfriend" Soap tried to get her off the masked man's back, when he noticed the irritation in Ghost's eyes.

Neither of the men around the table had a steady woman in their life.

But girl code, right? If the man was taken, the unwanted attention would back off... Right?

Wrong. The woman gave Soap the side eye and then turned her focus back in Ghost.

She let her fingers trail up his arm, her eyes fixed on his mask.

Ghost tensed, but kept calm as to not cause a scene. Though, very ready to catch har wrist, before the hand reached his mask.

"well, I don't see her..." The woman purred, as if it would make him want her advances more.

Y/n stepped closer to the table, right behind the woman's chair.

"Turn around...!" she barked, her voice full of authority and anger, causing the woman to jump in her seat, letting go of Ghost's arm.

The woman slowly turned and looked at y/n from her boots to her hair, taking in the woman standing begkre her and glared daggers.

"...Now you see her!" y/n's voice was laced with a poisonous anger, and the woman just silently slipped away.

The 3 men looked at y/n with wide eyes, smirks playing on all of their faces.

"Now, where were we?" y/n sat down, as if nothing had happened, and took a large gulp of her beer, as she looked around the table to her 3 friends.

Ghost gave her a subtle nod as a thank you.

"I don't know what the other two are doing, but lass, you just gave me something to dream about tonight... That was hot" Soap chuckled jokingly.

"Oh piss off, Soap!" y/n rolled her eyes, but couldn't hold back a grin.

Soap smirked

"No no! I just learned it's called 'to go powder my nose'!"

[mattsnutsack]

Cravings

Chris fic

“hey are you up?” I get from a mysterious number i’ve never seen before. “uh, who is this?” I texted back, waiting for a text saying that they have the wrong number.. but that never came. “it’s chris..” the number texted back.

“chris sturniolo..?” i messaged, expecting this to be a prank. Hes literally a junior in high school and I’m a sophomore. literally no junior messes with sophomores. he quickly responded “yeah..” 

“oh hi” i sent. he liked my message. “wyd” he sent. “oh i’m just scrolling thru tiktok.” i responded. “wby” i asked. “laying down” he replied. “can i have ur snap?” I liked his message and sent him my @.

he started texting me on snap. nobody uses snap unless they want to get freaky deaky. i started to get a slight suspicious but i didn’t mind it. regardless, he is the finest boy at my high school and all the girls like him. even the seniors.

he snapped me a picture of him laying down shirtless, i was wearing a cropped tank top and sum shorts. I sent him a picture of me laying down in my bed, my cleavage was showing and i think chris made that pretty obvious.

“that’s hot” he snapped back with a picture of him flexing his abs. i giggled to myself, blushing a bit. I snapped him a picture of my face looking away whilst my cheeks were rosy pink. 

he snapped me a picture of him again and added the caption, “your blushing” I giggled to myself and snapped him back, “obviously”. 

we kept snapping back and fourth all night. he texted me on snap and told me, “wyd, i’m hard” i was a bit stunned to say the least, I was definitely not expecting that.

“same thing i was doing like an hour ago.” i texted him back. i thought my response was funny but he clearly didn’t think it was to funny. 

“yeah, so like, can you send? if not it’s cool. i’m not gonna block you if you don’t wanna.” he said, he seemed like he was in a bit of a hurry. 

im a high school girl, who is full of hormo- i sent to him. the first picture i sent was just an arch. “damn, ma. that’s so hot” he sent me a video of him jerking off.

not gonna lie, it did make me have to clench my legs together. my breath started to hitch and i became uncontrollably horny. 

we continued to send back and fourth until he asked to call. 

“can we ft?” he snapped me. i didn’t respond fast enough for him because he then asked “or can you just come over?” 

i texted him back, “drop the addy?” he immediately sent me his address and i searched it up on apple maps. it wasn’t to far, it was a 2 minute walk from me. 

how bad could it be? i decided to get ready. I threw on some sweatpants and a sweat shirt, but under i was wearing black lace panties, and a red lace bra. 

i didn’t know if i we were planning on fucking but i made sure to be prepared. i’ve never had a one night stand before but i kinda hoped we didn’t just fuck and stop talking.

i still wanted to at least be fwb or less just friends. i made it to his house but he told me not to knock but to just text him. right as i texted him he answered the door for me and his house was nice.

he was wearing grey sweatpants with no shirt on.

we snuck up to his bedroom and he locked his door when we got in there. “quick question” he said. i nodded, “what” he smiled and asked “are you here to fuck or to hang out.” i giggled and shrugged. “both i guess.” he nodded, “so if we do fuck, can we still talk?” he asked. 

i nodded. “one more question..” he said, his voice calming down and becoming a bit quieter. i raised my eyebrow. “can we fuck first?” i smiled at him and nodded.

he sat on his bed and patted on his lap for me to sit on it. i climbed onto his lap and immediately he planted his lips onto mine and took my hoodie off of me. 

after he took my hoodie up he looked at my body, with my hoodie off. i hopped off his lap and he stood up. We both took our sweat pants off. we were now both left with our underwear on. 

he crawled up to his bed and i followed laying on top of him. he unclipped my bra so he could see my boobs. i slid his boxers off of his body and it was big. 

right after i did that he had me suck his dick while he was laying down. he was brushing his fingers threw my hair and telling me how good of a girl i was.

“your so beautiful, mama” he groaned. “yes, yes, yes, please just like that mama.” he moaned.

when i was ready he slid his fingers onto my side and gliding my panties down. he laid me down and he was now on top.

“can i mama?” he asked, before even touching my pussy.

i nodded slowly with my mouth hung down a bit. he at first admired my pussy and was just staring in awe. 

he then started tracing it with his cock and then lined me up. “have you done this before, beautiful?” he asked before sliding his dick into me.

i shook my head yes letting him know he’s not my first. “rough or soft?” he asked while slowly rubbing my clit, waiting at my entrance. 

i smirked and whispered “rough.” he nodded and took a deep breath in. he then slid his dick into me and grinned at the look to me being helpless. 

i was trying to stay quiet because i didn’t want to wake any of his family up. “ooh fuck baby, keep going. just like that. i moaned. 

he fucked me rough and fast and quickly we came together.

after he had came, he laid on top of me, and we were watching whatever was on tv. both of our naked bodies together. 

i left early in the morning, he had walked me home. when i went inside he texted me. 

“get some rest and text me when you wake up.” i blushed at the text. i responded to his text “Okay, thank you for walking me home by the way.” he opened my message and responded quickly, “any time mama.”

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[famouslastwrdz]

its 7am and im still drunk from what i had at 9pm.

i cant write when im drunk we know this, all full of words that dont mean anything to each other, empty sentences in a crowded room of bullshit metaphor making small talk saying oh hows your mother where are those shoes from hey uhhh has anyone mentioned the elephant in this room haha

but still i open my little notes app and put some words down because hey if i cant write then i cant think.

so, i digress. im still drunk but hey at least i stopped puking 2 hours ago. and theres things i want to talk about but im in the corner at this word party and nobody wants to introduce themselves to me so i can start a damn sentence

so, ill go with so again.

so i nearly pass out and im laid on his lap, and he's stroking my hair, and we're under a tree at midnight and he's had a pint and ive had, what, half a bottle of straight vodka and an additional bottle of wine. and whatever painkillers i could find. shhhh on that one, keep it quiet, dont tell tim. not that tim would know or care, in his own lonely drunken stupor in red's spare room.

so you kinda get the gist of my plight there. ya boy was struggling.

so i stand up, and he puts a hand to steady my back, and it stings.

and i sit down on the ground and lean forward, miserablewhisper hey im gonna be sick. and i spit, and then some of the vodka comes up. great! cool. get it out of my system. and then some more comes up. yep, still cool. thats fine. its all liquid, nothing else in my system. nothin but alcohol calories and a dream.

he opens tiktok on the bench he's sat on and i cant speak for spitting and i know its awkward for him but all i want in that moment is for someone to hold my hair back. drunk enough still to admit to crying even when writing this but i dont want to hold my own hair back anymore. i do it every godforsaken day on this planet hunched over on the bathroom floor i dont want to do it anymore. i want someone to just grab my fringe for me, tuck the smaller framing pieces of hair away,  get the length out of my face. i want him to hold my hair back. i just want him to do that instead of messaging coworkers late at night he doesnt even KNOW i purge anymore he doesnt know.

he walks me home, though. and on the way back he asks if im drunk in the brian way or the okay way. and i cant even turn to him, spinning as the world is, but i laugh. what the fuck is the brian way. does he mean the brian way- nancyboytasteinmen? prettyboy wasted with my eyeliner down my face and easy? or the brian way- slowdisease stumbling home with a system full of slowwwww liquid suicide?

i just really hope he means the latter.

so i laugh, again, dry with gerd and dehydration, and i say no its the okay way. of course its not the okay way you blind fucking fool this isnt just social nicety type of drunk i cant see and nothing is real and youre ASKING me if this is okay. look at me. please look at me, take a real fat fucking look, theres sick in my hair because i couldnt raise my arms enough to hold it back and theres makeup down my neck and im actively using you as a crutch and im bleeding. theres blood down my back and its probably making your hand stick to my shirt and it hurts so much i cant reach to bandage it but no this is fine its the okay way. just please, can you look at me. i cant do any of this on my own anymore.

all i wanted is for him to hold my hair back for me and now i get a discord notification at the end of writing this and the lord in heaven can really time it, wow, if it aint a sign then im not a motherfucking believer.

and if youll excuse me, im heading to bed before the world's spinning takes me over.

[belovedholland]

hii. can i request a one shot for peter or tom with maybe the 4 times he stands her up on their dates and the 1 time he doesn’t/finally shows up? im really in the mood for some angst to fluff lol. shankuu

One last chance || pp.

[The pictures are from @/rryyaan on tiktok]

》 summary: The four times Peter stands you up on your date, and the one time he actually shows up, but it had become too much for you

pairing: Peter x reader

w/c: 6.3k (how? idk)

warnings: Angst, one swear word

a/n: I've been working on this request for way too long, I'm so sorry it's first finished now, but I really liked the idea.

This is my longest fic yet, and the first thing I have written for Peter, so I hope you enjoy it!

Thank you @tshluvr for all the help, ily <3

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A little less than 4 months ago, Peter had asked you to be his girlfriend. It was romantic and something you would never forget. He had texted you to meet him at the park, and when you arrived he stood there with a bouquet of your favorite flowers in one hand, and in the other hand a box of heart shaped chocolates.

The sun was shining bright that day, so the two of you sat down underneath a tree, the shadow cooling you both down nicely. You talked for hours, ate chocolate and ended up all over each other making out.

The two of you had such a good date, that you never acknowledged the time, it wasn't until Peter mentioned the stars that you saw it was half past 12. You both went home with wide grins covering your faces.

It was the most perfect date you had ever been on. Knowing Peter and how caring he was, you knew he would make every date special. You knew every date would be just like your first. Or at least that's what you hoped for.

When you had been together for three weeks. Peter had asked you out on a second date, the first date where you were an official couple. It had been a long week at school. You had gotten plenty of hard assignments, which meant you and Peter hadn’t gotten much time to spend together, and therefore Peter decided to ask you to go out for dinner on that Sunday, hoping it would make a good ending to a bad week.

It wasn't anything fancy, just a dinner at the nearby restaurant. You had found a cute yellow dress, your makeup matched the yellow color, alongside some silver jewelry. Peter had told you, he would come to your house to pick you up, that’s what he had told you at least, but he never showed up at your door. After waiting fifteen minutes you came to the conclusion that you must have heard wrong, so you walked to the restaurant alone.

You arrived at the restaurant, but Peter was nowhere to be seen. You sat down at your reservated table, and then you waited. You waited and waited. It had been 10 minutes since you arrived, 40 minutes since Peter was meant to pick you up. You were confused as to where he was. You felt awkward sitting there in a restaurant all by yourself with no food in front of you. 

The waiter came over once again, asking if you needed anything, you told her that you were heading out, and that you were sorry for taking up the space. It had become too much for you to sit there alone in silence, and if you were honest; you didn’t think Peter would even show up, cause otherwise he would have already.

You had never in your wildest dreams imagined Peter could be the guy to stand someone up on a date, but here you were anyway; walking home alone, angry at Peter, but really you were just sad and confused. 

At school the next day, you just wanted to ignore Peter, you still weren't in the mood to talk to him. But that plan was quickly ruined, because the second Peter saw you walking to your locker, he made his way towards you. Any other day your heart would have melted at that, but not today. He embraced you in a tight hug, and told you how sorry he was, and that he was an idiot for not texting you. You just silently agreed with him, grabbed your books, and left him, not saying another word.

You felt a bit mean from being cold to him, but you also thought he deserved it. 

At lunch he sat in front of you, he explained that it was his job at Stark Industries that came in the way, that he was working late, and the time slipped from him completely. Peter had never really told you what he did for the job, you just had your assumptions, and whenever you asked, he gave you a half complete sentence and then moved to the next topic, but you weren’t really phased by that.

He asked you out on a new date, that hopefully would make up for his stupidness. You knew he felt bad about standing you up, and you couldn't be mad at him for much longer, so you agreed to the date right away, with a half smile creeping its way to your lips.

The date took place a few days later, Peter hadn't told you anything about it, as he wanted it to be a big surprise. You were so excited to see what he had planned, that you completely forgot how the last date ended, or at least what was supposed to be a date.

He had in total told you two things about the date.

1: You should wear something you would normally wear on a weekday.

2: To meet him at the same park as your first date.

That got you even more excited. Knowing that you already had had an amazing and romantic date there, thinking this one would be just as good. Expectations way too high.

You got ready, put on some of your prettier daily clothes, did a bit of makeup, and sprayed on your favorite perfume, which also just happened to be Peter's favorite.

You excitedly went to the park, looking around for Peter. You first went to the tree, you sat under on your first date, but he wasn't there. So you decided to walk around the park, you looked for him everywhere, but he was nowhere to be seen.

He couldn't possibly have stood you up again. You thought to yourself as you were standing under the tree again. This tree was all good memories, but it was about to turn into a memory you didn't want to remember. You wanted to look at the tree, and remember how Peter had kissed you all over your face as you sat in its shadow. Or how Peter had hugged you tight into his warm body when you got a little cold. You wanted that tree to be a memory of your cute first date, and how Peter got you completely flustered. You didn’t want to look at the tree and want to cry. 

You didn't really know what to do. Should you wait a little longer? Call Peter? You decided against it, as you just wanted to go home. But you made a quick stop on the way.

You entered the building, took the elevator to the fourth floor, walked down the hall and stopped in front of the door labeled 437, you then knocked on the door twice.

You heard the sound of the lock twisting, and the door opened, revealing May in a flower printed apron.

"Hey Y/n, what a pleasure to see you. I'm sorry, but Peter isn't here, can I help you with anything?" May asked, a bright smile across her face, one she bore with such ease, and also quite the opposite of yours. You had been to Peter's home plenty of times, a few times while dating, and so many times during the last couple years as friends. Therefore May knew you very well, she was like a second mom to you.

"Do you by any chance know where he is?" You asked, defeat overcoming you.

"Yeah, he went to the Stark tower a few hours ago, why?" You tried playing off your disappointment, but May could see right through you."He said he would be back at around 8 pm., so two hours max. You are more than welcome to stay and eat, I can get you something to drink in the meantime. Tea? Coffee? Soda? Whatever you want." She said with a big inviting smile, but you shook your head.

"No it's okay, thank you though, I think I'm just gonna go home." You gave her a quick hug, and went your own way. 

You couldn't believe it - or maybe you could -  Peter had stood you up again, and yet again for the Stark Industries. He hadn't even told May that you were supposed to be on a date.

The fact that he stood you up on that day wasn't even the worst. What really hurt was how he acted, when you came back for school the next day. He never said sorry. In fact he didn’t even mention it. He acted as if it never happened, as if he did nothing wrong, so you decided to just straight up ask him, hoping he would realize his mistake and apologize.

“Peter,” he looked up from the notes he was taking for the current class. “Did you forget something?” His eyes widened immediately, by the way you were asking him, he knew he had forgotten something, just not what, so he made a guess. 

“Did we have homework for biology class?” He had forgotten.

“No, you just forgot to write down the equation.” You pointed to his notes, he thanked you, wrote it down, and got back to listening to the teacher. 

At that moment it felt like he didn't care about you. It felt like he cared so little, that he had completely forgotten the date, that was meant to be a sorry for standing you up on the date before. But you knew, that wasn't true. You knew he cared about you, a lot. And that's why you decided to forgive him. You had known Peter for years, and you knew he didn't mean to hurt you. You would just forgive him, and act the same way as him, as nothing had happened. 

He is busy and can't do anything about it, be grateful for the time that he does spend with you. Those were the words you began to tell yourself from that point moving forward.

-❁-❁-❁-

You had now been with Peter for 3 months, most of the time everything was good. You had spent plenty of nights cuddled up on his bed while watching a movie, he showed you love and affection, and every minute you spend together, you feel even harder for him.

As if you were falling from a high cliff, hoping that you would eventually stop falling, and you would land in his strong arms. And then when you eventually did stop falling, Peter wasn't the one to catch you, you landed harshly on what felt like knives. 

That was the way you would describe how you felt, when Peter had for the third time stood you up. And once again - to no surprise - he said it was his job at Stark industries that got in the way.

At least he knew what he had done. He knew what he had done and how it made you feel. So he did everything he could to make you feel better, plenty of days spent together, wrapped in each other's arms, he would help you with the classes you weren't as good in.

He really did everything to make it better, and that had you falling again. As if the knives you had fallen on had become hands that pushed you off of a new cliff. Falling for Peter all over again. Falling for him even after he had missed three dates.

Peter was a charmer, a real softie, that would do anything he could to make it up to you. You would always be falling for him, and you couldn't do anything about it.

Peter asked you on another date a few weeks later, you trusted him. He wouldn't make the same mistake four times, right? No, you were sure this was gonna be a good date. Peter was an angel, he could never possibly stand you up again.

But here you were, crying in your bed, because Peter never showed up at your door to get you. You knew he wouldn't be at the restaurant, so you just went straight to bed.

For the first time since you started dating, you considered what his real feelings for you were. If he even wanted you, cause it didn't feel like it. Why would he want to be with you, just to miss four dates? If he really cared about you, he would have showed up, at every single one. If he wanted you he would have made an effort.

But at other times, he was the sweetest, the sweet Peter that came to your house to spend all day with you just to cuddle and watch a movie. At times like that you felt like you were his world, like he didn't care about anything other than you. At times like that you felt like he might even love you, the same way you loved him. You had never told him that, scared he wouldn't say it back.

Maybe he didn't want you, maybe he didn't want to waste his time with you, but why would he then even ask you on the stupid dates in the beginning?

You wanted to scream and cry. He had stood you up on a total amount of four times in a row. That must be some sort of new record. All your emotions were bundled up, and it made it hard for you to know how you actually were feeling.

You were confused, that you were sure of. You were angry, you wanted to punch him, scream at his face, telling him how bad he broke your heart. You wanted him to feel the same pain he had left you with. But not to hurt him, just so he could understand. 

You didn't know what to do, you couldn't keep doing this, that's all you knew. You couldn't keep fighting for him, if he didn't even give the amount of effort that was needed in your relationship. You could not continue to be so miserable.

But what could you do about it? The thought of breaking up with him crossed your mind. And the second it did, you tried to get rid of it. You loved him, you loved him so badly it hurt, those four dates broke your heart like nothing had done before, but you still couldn't break up with him.

You knew you deserved better. But you didn't want better, you wanted Peter, and you hated that. You hated that you loved him so bad.

The sound of your phone vibrating, made your head shoot up from the pillow. The wet tear-stained pillow.

You grabbed your phone in the dark, and saw that you had received a text from Peter. Just the thought of him made you cry even more.

The text was simple, yet so heartbreaking.

Peter♡: I'm sorry, Mr. Stark needed my help and I couldn't say no :(

Of course it was his job, it always was. You decided to just let the text be, not answering him. Right as you were about to lock the phone, another text popped up.

Peter♡: I hope you can forgive me

You knew Peter well enough to know that he was sorry, or at least you hoped so, you couldn't bare the thought of him not caring, but lately that's how it felt. Laying your phone down and dwelling off to sleep felt like the best and only thing you could do, so that you did.

-❁-❁-❁-

"Hey babe!" Peter exclaimed as he came up behind you, and wrapped his arms around your wait, pulling you into a hug and left a soft kiss on your cheek. Another day at school, another day you had to see Peter, but you were far from the mood to do so. When you didn't respond he then kept going. "I hope you're not too angry with me." You just stood still, like he wasn't even there.

He dropped his arms from around your body, and moved to face you. "I'm sorry I missed our date."

"I'm not feeling like talking right now." You said and turned away from him and started walking towards your class, leaving him in the hall.

"Y/n!" He called after you, then ran up and stopped in front of you, to block you from leaving. "I'm really sorry I missed it, mr. Stark said he nee-" Peter began, but was interrupted by your mumbling. 

"Of course it was him." You said under your breath. 

"What do you mean by that?" He asked, brows knitted together in confusion.

"You are always so busy with him." You said matter-of-factly, not in a hard or mean tone, but a defeated one. 

"No I'm not." Peter laughed lightly and shook his head.

"You have stood me up on our last four dates, all because of Tony Stark. So yeah, you are always busy with him."

"I'm sorry okay, I'm really sorry, please forgive me," he pleaded, eyes soft, looking deeply into yours. "Please forgive me," he pleaded again. When you didn't answer, he took your head in his hands, and started kissing all over your face. "Please," kiss, "forgive," kiss, "me," kiss. You couldn't help the small laughs that left your lips.

He pulled away, his warm hands still on your cheeks, he had a soft smile from hearing your laughs.

"How can I not?" You shouldn't have, and you knew that, but you couldn't help it. You loved Peter, and would do so much for him and your relationship, even if that meant suffering from his lack of effort.

"Thank you." He said after giving you a big passionate kiss right on your lips. "Let me make it up to you," he said, making you curious. "I will take you out on a date, and-" He began but you cut him off right away.

"Peter, I don't think that's a good idea."

"I promise I will be there." 

"You said the same thing with the previous dates too."

Now he was the one to look defeated, it hurt him to see you like this; shoulders down, your head hanging low, and the lack of energy that he was so used to seeing. "I know, and I was stupid, but I promise you. Mr. Stark won't be in the way this time." He said with pleading eyes. He knew what he had done, and he wasn't gonna do that again. "Look, I will even text him, tell him I will be busy on that day." He said as he pulled his phone out from his pocket.

"Peter," you placed your hand on his, trying to stop him.

"What day? Should we say this Saturday? That it will be." He said not even letting you answer, and he was already texting out a message on his phone. "There, told him I'm busy and that he shouldn't call me, doesn't matter how urgent it is."

He looked up from his phone again, meeting your eyes. You didn't know what to say, in reality you didn't really feel like going on a date, you just wanted to be yourself for a bit. As much as you adored Peter in this moment, and how much he was trying, you just wanted to be alone, or at least at distance from him. The idea of him standing you up again was too much. 

"Gotta go, see you." You didn't even get to say anything about the date, before he gave you a kiss on the cheek and left, leaving you alone and confused.

You so desperately wanted everything to be okay between you and Peter, you wanted to deny all the bad feelings in the relationship. But you couldn't hold it in longer, you felt miserable, and you simply couldn't do it anymore.

As much as you loved Peter, you needed to get away from him, as much as it would hurt the two of you, you had to break up with him. When and how, was just the big question now.

You really didn't want to end things with him, because you did truly love him, every bit of him. It would absolutely break your heart to end things, but you were already hurting so bad, and it needed to stop.

-❁-❁-❁-

Saturday came around and you had decided to give Peter one last chance to make everything better. You had decided to facetime MJ as you got ready, hoping she could calm down your nerves, which she did. 

“What if he doesn’t show up?” You asked sadly, looking at MJ through the screen, waiting for an answer.

“Y/n/n, I’m sure he will, he loves you,” she reassured you. “And if he doesn’t, then I’m gonna kick his ass and kiss yours.” She joked, an attempt to lighten up your mood, which – by the sound of your giggles – seemed to have worked. “Hey! I got you laughing, that's good.” 

You quickly finished getting ready, and told MJ that you would text her. As you were walking to the restaurant the nerves suddenly hit you like a brick falling from the sky.

What would happen if Peter didn't show up? What would happen if he did? Would you actually break up with him? Would everything go perfectly?

You had no answer to your own questions. You couldn't predict the future and had no full idea of what you were gonna say and do in every of the possible outcomes.

But you knew something was going to happen. Rather that would be good or bad, you didn't know. Maybe he would show up, make you happy and fix everything. Or maybe he wouldn't show up, and he would break you even more. You obviously hoped for him to fix your  relationship, but to be real; you had no hope in that happening. You expected the worst, which just sadly also happens to be the most realistic. 

You got to the restaurant, found your table, and started waiting. A few minutes passed and you ordered a glass of water.

A few minutes turned into 10.

10 turned into 15.

You were counting the minutes, each one of them. And with each minute that went by, so did your tiny bit of hope, until none was left, and you finally stood up from your seat, and placed the water bill on the table. As you silently left, and walked through the doors, you shot MJ a quick text that read “guess who didn’t show up”. 

You locked your phone, and saw your own reflection on the black screen. Even on the unclear image of yourself, it was clear you were sad, your eyes squinted slightly together as you were fighting the tears. 

The street was very much the opposite of busy, only a few people walking along on the two sides. A quiet Saturday evening, one that you don’t happen to see often, especially not here in New York. The sound of cars from roads in the background could be heard, and the lampposts lit up the otherwise dark street, bringing a little bit of life to it.

“Y/n!” Your head shot up from the ground, at the sound of the familiar voice calling your name from behind you. You slowly turned around, and was met by your boyfriend – if you could even call him that – standing down the street in a dark blue dress-shirt, with a jacket on top. 

You didn’t know what to do or say, so you just did the easiest; turned your back to him, and kept walking. Peter was quick to run towards you, as he kept calling your name, praying for you to stop and talk to him, instead of running away. 

“Y/n, please.” He finally reached you, walking behind you, he softly reached out for your arm, to stop you from walking. 

“You’re late.” You gave up running away from him, and finally stood still. Peter walked around you, so he stood in front of you, his eyes trying to find yours.  

“I know, I’m sorry.” He told you genuinely. His one hand still lingered on your arm, and his other reached up to hold your chin with his thumb and index finger, lifting your chin up softly, your glossy eyes finally meeting his.  

“You should have been here 15 minutes ago.” 

“I really am sorry, but I’m here now, can’t we just go back to the restaurant?” he asked, looking into your eyes. “Please?”

"No, Peter!” You told him, raising your voice. The sudden change in your voice taking him aback. “You have stood me up five times now! 

It wasn’t hard for Peter to see how hurt you were. Your voice on the verge of cracking, lips quivering, the corner of your eyebrows tilting upwards, and your eyes filled with tears. It broke Peter to see you like this, and knowing it was his fault didn’t help at all. 

“Peter, I'm miserable.” You said, defeat taking over your voice. That was the one that hit him the hardest. Miserable. He never wanted you to feel that way, he loved you. As your boyfriend it was his job to make you feel loved, and he did the opposite. 

“Y/n-” Peter started, but quickly stopped again as he realized he had no idea of what he even wanted to say, he just wanted you. “It’s my job at Stark that makes me late.” He tried reasoning, even though he knew it did no good. 

“You always say that, but is it even true?” Peter looked at you confused, so you elaborated. “Is your job just an excuse to not see me?” He looked down at the ground, not bearing to look into your broken eyes, but he could still hear your voice; quiet and monotone, as if you were giving up on everything, which you were when it came to Peter. 

You looked so defeated and broken, and it killed him to know that this was all his doing. If he had just told you the real reason for him being late, everything would be different, you would understand – at least he hoped you would –, if you knew what he really did when he was working, all of your questions would be answered. 

“Do you not have anything to say?” Peter looked up into your eyes again, opening his mouth, waiting for something to come out, but it was silent, so he closed his lips together tight, and anywhere but into your eyes. When he didn’t say anything, you finished it all. You couldn’t do it anymore. “We should break up.” You told him, your eyes burning from all the tears.

“Y/n please-” His eyes instantly went to yours, and one of his hands graced over yours softly. His touch burning your skin more and more by every second that passed. His worst nightmare came true, and it was all his fault. His heart was aching and burning; tightening around itself. His airway felt like it was closing, and he was suffocating in his own air, not able to think clearly anymore.

“Peter no, it’s over, I can’t do this anymore.” You withdrew your hand from his, and as much it hurt for you to do, you turned your back to him, and started walking. Leaving him standing there in the middle of the street, and all he could do was watch you walk away from him. 

Neither of you had ever felt a pain stronger than this one. But that is how love goes. The more you let someone into your heart, the easier it is to break it. Peter didn’t just break your heart, he also broke his own. 

"I love you!" Peter then suddenly yells after you – before you turn around the corner –, in hopes of you to turn back around, and run into his arms. As if the simple three words were enough for him to make it up. He just wanted to be sure that you knew he loved you; cause he really did. At any other given moment you would melt at the words, but now they felt like knives to your back. 

You looked at him from over your shoulder, and shook your head. "Don't give me that bullshit," you told him loud enough to hear from the distance. "If you really loved me, you would have shown up." 

The words hitting Peter in realization. Actions speak louder than words. He wished he could have realized how your relationship was going sooner, and if he had, it wouldn’t have ended in this way. But he couldn’t change that. You had already left, and was now out of his sight. 

He could run after you, but he knew it wouldn’t change a thing. 

-❁-❁-❁-

The next couple weeks were weird, for both you and Peter. All contact between you two was gone, no calls, no messages, and you never spoke anymore. Though you still saw each other, considering you had some classes together. But you never spoke, you didn’t even share a quick glance of eye contact, not even when you passed him in the hall. 

Just because you didn’t look directly into his eyes, didn’t mean you wouldn’t look at him. You had so many times found yourself gazing at him, at the most random times, and when you did, you always wondered what went wrong between the two of you. Still wondering over the real reason that Peter never showed up to your dates. 

But you weren’t the only one finding yourself looking. Peter did the exact same, and even more often than you – if that was even possible – he just couldn’t help it. It was all his fault, and now he could only watch you from a distance. There wasn’t anything Peter wanted more than for you to take him back, if he just explained everything and said sorry, you would be happy again. 

He missed you so bad, yet he did nothing to try and make everything better. He just watched you from a distance, quietly admiring all your features, thinking back to all your happy memories together. 

As much as he loved you, he let you go, because he knew at one point you would find someone else that could make you happy. Someone that wouldn’t keep secrets from you, someone who would actually be there for you, and most importantly someone who wouldn’t break your heart. That’s what you deserved. 

“Hey, look at me, not Peter.” MJ says bringing you back to reality, you turn your head, eyes focused on her instead of Peter. 

“I should hate him,” you tell her. “Why do I not hate him?” You asked out loud, in sincere wonder. He broke your heart so bad, he left you crying at night, every night. Yet you couldn't hate him. You could only love him. 

“Y/n, you deserve better. Someone who will be there, and I might know a guy.” She had tried for some time now, to help you move on, and convincing you to let Peter go. You knew she was right. But you didn’t like the idea of going out with someone who wasn’t Peter, it felt wrong. 

“MJ, I don’t thi–” You started, but before you could deny her – yet again – she interrupted you. 

“He’s from my economy class, and he’s really nice. Please just try going on a date with him. Just one date, then I will stop.” 

“One date?”

“One date.” She confirms.

So there you were getting ready for a date, with a guy you hadn’t even met yet. You had no idea what to expect, or how to feel. You wanted to get over Peter, you really did, but your mind would always go back to him. Maybe the guy was really nice, but it wasn’t fair on him, not when you weren’t over your ex. 

While you were finishing getting ready, Peter was out on patrol, swinging around New York, looking for crime to fight. He had always loved being Spiderman, and swinging around the beautiful city, but now after your break up, it had become a constant thing for him to do. 

Most people would go on a walk, run or drive around to get their mind off things, and swinging was Peter’s way. So that’s what he did, all the time. 

It had been a very quiet night, not much had happened. There was a small robbery, that Peter had quickly stopped with no mess done, and a few car thieves, but that was about it. He took another swing around, and then landed on a rooftop. As he looked down at the street filled with people, his eyes landed on one person; you.

He smiled to himself, adoring your features. But his face fell immediately, overtaken by a frown, when he realized you weren’t alone. You were walking next to a guy, your arm linked with his. Who was this guy, and why was he with you?

Curiously Peter watched the two of you as you were talking and laughing, Peter’s mind went straight to your laugh. It had been a long time since he had last heard it, yet he could imagine it clearly in his head, he could never forget such a beautiful sound. 

As you walked into a restaurant, that’s when Peter realized what this was; a date. You were on a date, with someone who wasn’t him – not that you had been on many dates together anyway – but that had been his fault, and he knew that very well. 

He hated himself for it. If he had done better, it would have been him, who was sitting opposite you right now. If he hadn’t kept secrets from you, he would be the one making you laugh and smile like that. As he watched you, Peter felt so many things at once.

Jealousy; jealous that another person took his spot, and made you happy. He wanted that to be him, not some random dude. 

Sadness; sad about what had happened, how it had ended, and the thought of how he broke your heart. Sad about the fact that you had clearly moved on from him.

Anger; angry at himself for not being what you needed. Angry that he never told you, and that your relationship had gotten to the point it had. But mostly angry that he was the reason you broke up.

He could feel his eyes watering underneath his mask. His emotions became too much for him, and he couldn't bare looking at you anymore, it only hurt more. So he stood up and swung away, needing to get away.  

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Peter knew what he had to do, and that was to explain everything to you. But not so you could forgive him, just so you could understand, that’s all he wanted, for you to understand, and hopefully not hate him. He had a little bit of hope that you could maybe be friends if he explained. 

So the next day – which just happened to be a month after your break up – he put on his Spiderman suit, and swung over to your apartment. He knew you wouldn’t talk to him, so hopefully this would work. 

On his way towards you, he practiced over and over again what he would say. And as he did he got more nervous by the second. What should he say? How would you react? Would you understand and forgive him? Or would you be even more mad about the fact that he kept this secret from you?  

Before he could think about it anymore, he was next to your window. His heart was beating out of his chest, his hands sweating – which made it a little harder for him to stick to the side of the building – and he reconsidered if he really was going to do this. Maybe he should just swing away and forget it. But he did it anyway, closing his eyes and knocking on your window a few times. 

He sees your hand reaching over to the window handle, and carefully opening the window. “Hello?” Your voice sounded, a bit shaken by what was happening. Peter then moved to your window, his red and blue suit in sight, and you stepped back from the window, as he slowly crawled through it. 

Peter heard your heartbeat rising as he was standing in front of you, a shocked expression written all over your face. After a minute or two you opened your mouth, about to say something, but before you got the chance, Peter ripped off his mask in one swift motion, revealing the face that belonged to your ex. 

“I never told you what I did for my job at Stark, because I didn’t want you to get hurt, but you ended up hurt anyway. I’m sorry I never told you.” You just closed your mouth again, as your mind ran miles, and your body completely froze. “Please say something.” Peter begged you. 

“Then why are you here?” You finally got out. 

“I saw you last night on a date with that guy, it just made me realize how bad I missed you. And I just needed to explain.”

“So this is why you never showed up?” He nodded, and everything was back to being silent between the two of you. You were still in somewhat shock, while Peter waited for you to say something, anything. He wanted to know what was going on inside your head, wishing he had the power to read minds. "He is actually a really nice guy. But I could never love someone as much as I love you" You tell Peter, looking into his soft and apologetic eyes. 

Now you were the one to make Peter shocked. He engulfed you in a tight hug, his strong arms hugging you impossibly close to his body, and his head buried in the crock of your neck. “I love you, I’m so sorry for everything.” He told you as he pulled back and stared into your heart warming eyes, and he could feel a tear of happiness rolling down his cheek. 

“I love you too.” He smiled lovingly at you before taking your face in his hands, and kissed you until you could hardly breathe. “Please don’t keep any more secrets from me.”

“I won’t.” He said and brought you in for another kiss.

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[imaginecolby]

my helper || c.b.

summary: when you’re having terrible period cramps, colby steps up to help take care of you.

requested by anonymous.

you woke up late one morning and rubbed the sleep from your eyes. you rolled over and grabbed you phone, scrolling through tiktok for a while before getting out of bed. as you lied there, you felt a familiar pain in your lower stomach. 

“no, not today??” you sighed. you opened your period tracker app and were shocked to find that you were actually supposed to start the day before. you went to the bathroom and found an unfortunate sight in your underwear. once you placed your coverage, you grabbed yourself something to drink, and took some midol to get ahead of the worsening cramps. you got back in bed and almost immediately fell back asleep. 

a few hours later, you were woken up by your phone ringing. you picked it up and saw that colby was calling.

“hey babe.” you said when you answered, clearing your throat.

“hey. did i wake you?” he asked.

“yeah, but its fine.” you said, grunting as you sat up.

“are you okay? you don’t sound good.”

“i started my period and im having really bad cramps.” you sighed.

“oh, i’m sorry hon. well, i called to ask if you wanted to go out to lunch with me. sam and i finished our meetings early and he’s about to go out with katrina, and i wanted to see you. but if you’re not feeling well, maybe i could just comeover to you place?” he asked.

“actually, yeah. that sounds nice. would you mind bringing some food over too?” you asked.

“of course. i’ll see you in a little bit.

“thank you. i love you.” 

“i love you too.” colby said before hanging up the phone. you turned on the tv while you waited for colby to get there. once he did, you heard him come in and find you in your room.

“hey.” you said quietly as he set his things down. he got into bed with you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “you felling alright?”

“yeah, at the moment. my cramps haven’t been too bad for a while, so that’s fortunate enough.”

“that’s good. so, here’s lunch.” 

“mm, thank you.” you said, taking the food from him. the two of you ate while you talked, catching up after the two of you being rather busy the past couple of days and not really being able to see each other.

after you ate, you started to fall asleep again as you and colby were trying to watch a movie.

“i hate that i’m so tired. here we are finally getting to see each other and all i can think about is sleep.” you sighed.

“please don’t worry about it. if you’re tired, then sleep. i’ll be here with you either way.” he said.

for the next couple of hours, you tried as hard as you could to sleep. however, your cramps were so bad that you couldn’t even think about sleeping.

“you okay?” colby asked, turning his attention to you. you had your arm wrapped around the bottom of your abdomen, hugging yourself tight trying to ease the pain. you were too distracted by the pain to even speak.

once the pain finally subsided, you sat up and wiped the tears from your eyes.

“holy shit, my cramps have never been this bad before.” you sighed, catching your breath.

“here, i found your heating pad. i didn’t turn it on because i don’t know if you needed it. but it’s there incase you do. i brought the midol in here from the bathroom so you don’t have to keep getting up to go take it. and here’s some fresh water.” he said handing you a glass.

“thank you honey.” you sat, sitting up and taking another dose of midol.

“can i get you anything else?” he asked, and you shook your head.

“no, i think i’m good for now. you’ve already done more than enough by just coming over so i can see you.” you said, leaning over and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

you and colby ended up spending the rest of the day in bed, you trying to manage your cramps and colby helping taking care of you when you needed it. it was more than you could have ever asked for, but you were so grateful that he was there with you.

[tojigasm]

Ok hear me out -

I've been watching a lot of the period simulator on your boyfriend challenge on tiktok and it had me thinking.

Could the tough Toji handle a level 5 period cramp? In fact why not crank it up to level 10 which is a labor pain. I low-key high-key need a whole one-shot of this idea.

This so funny oh my god 💀💀 I changed this up to be a childbirth simulator, I hope that's okay! <3 but anyways,,, we all know toji would lose his absolute mind but be so confident in the beginning. thankyou for this suggestion sweet anon I think this was the most fun i had writing a more comedic piece

"Oh I bet you couldn't last fifteen minutes!" You pointed a finger at toji's chest from where he sat on the leather couch; arms draped lazily over the pillows.

Toji let out a scoff, shaking his head to the side lightly as you crossed your arms in confidence.

Toji may be strong but he was also a man. Put a man through the pain of childbirth and he'll fold. A part of you did feel a little bad as you were forcing him to go through the a similar pain you'd gone through when delivering megumi when he'd already experienced the emotional pain of having to support you.

"Kid, I kill cursed energy for a living, I think I'll make it." He gestured languishly with his hands, crossing his leg to rest his foot over his knee as he leaned back deeper into the cushions.

"Okay" you clicked your tongue, smirking to yourself before walking up to him and placing a soft kiss on his lips, "no tap outs or I edge you next time we have sex." You winked.

Toji's jaw dropped at that, stammering over his words as you left the living room, "i-im not gonna tap out!" His cheeks filled with heat, crossing his arms in a pout.

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Toji kept the farce of confidence up all the way until the lady arrived at your home; an obvious brief case filled with toji's torment in her right hand as she shook the other with your own and toji's.

"So are you two young parents?" The kind lady asked through a smile, wiping her hands down with an alcohol wipe before pulling on a pair of gloves.

Toji laughed lightly at the word "young" yeah, he had knocked you up while you were young, but toji? Toji was old enough to be your father at this point.

"Yeah, somethin' like that" he ran a hand through his dark locks, "she's tryin' to put me through the pain she felt" toji let out a laugh at that.

You were sitting by toji, covering your mouth as you laughed at toji's defeated expression. "Baby, we don't have to do this, you know"

Toji began to pull the hem of his shirt over his abdomen, resting it on his chest as the lady came over and began to wipe his stomach over with an alcohol wipe, the sensation making toji shiver.

"No, I wanna do it." Toji spoke as he watched the lady wipe his abdomen over, "I mean, I think its only fair, you did birth our son."

Your cheeks heated up at his words, a feeling of domestication purring through your stomach.

Patting your thigh gently toji gave you a smirk, his dorky grin filled to the brim with confidence, "it'll be fineee, im a big boy." He shook his head a bit, his fluffed raven locks bouncing.

You gave him a gentle smile; still uncertain about this. Toji had a tendency to take things too far - not in the sense that he felt as though he needed to prove himself but just in the definite fact that he was ridiculously set on doing something once he agreed to it.

The kind lady picked up a remote and stood in front of the two of you, twisting the dials - a clicking sound echoing throughout the room. "Okay, you're going to feel a little pinch of pain."

You took toji's hand in your own, knowing if this was as legit as it was made out to be- that toji would need the support, mentally and physically.

Toji gave a curt nod, looking straight head before his expression pulled into a tight grimace; brows furrowed and eyes clenched somewhat.

"You okay, baby?" You ran your thumb over his knuckle, bringing your other hand up to cover your mouth as a few giggles escaped.

"Huh?- oh, yeah, im- oh!" He gripped your hand tighter as you heard the lady click another dial. You could only assume that meant the pain had increased.

This went on for a couple minutes; toji holding your hand in his, grip strengthening, spitting out soft curses through his clenched whites.

For the amount of clicked dials you had heard in the past twenty minutes - toji was handling the situation extremely well. His practice in being an assassin had payed off - even if it was in simulated child birth.

Toji kept his breathing under control, chest rising and falling slowly - only hitching when the clicking of the dial increased.

"Kid, im- oh shit!" Toji hissed, readjusting himself, thighs spreading wider to help put some of the strain off his abdomen.

"Is this the shit you went through with Megumi? oh jesus!" Cursing, toji hunched over his middle.

Giving a light laugh you nodded as you helped push him back against the couch pillows.

"More or less." You ran a hand up and down his arm comforting, "baby..." you looked him and up and down.

Toji had began to pant as the simulated pain sent shivers throughout his body, his grip on your hand was beginning to hurt you.

"Okay, okay I yeild!" He gripped the stickers attached to his pelvis, ripping them off with an exhale.

Leaning back against the couch you brought your hands up to cover your face as you laughed.

"Its not funny!" Toji huffed, rough façade threatening to break as he watched you begin to cry at his reaction.

Slowly he smiled at your laughs, pushing your shoulder gently as you continued to laugh.