#the production pace is insane yall

[eomcheong-keun-megi]

The Stayweek OT8 SKZ LOG was so healing.

Just the dudes doing dude stuff

Roadtrip, drive-thru snacks, make upless and in their own comfy clothes, feral karaoke, taking care of eachother, cooking and eating together, reminicing about the past years....

Just lovely

[nmsthim]

#SykiSyki🎶🌬🌀🌦🌩💰💸

#Pugasy

#Chevsy

#Miamisy

#Lamborghinisy

#Brandsy

#Rentsy

#Carsy

#luxurysy

Lol y'all I think about the 2020 coochie girls that came out and i wanted to hope on board.

Lol what studio set up?...I only get the mail!!!!

These listening parties and playlist I just think up off better be my OWN pandemic

Yall next day shipping got nothing on me...I'm preaching from cornerstone tho...not that much material...

IT IS WRITTEN

ITS IN PRODUCTION

IT IS REMIX

IT IS A FAVORITE

"#Yall.ever.been.wronged.in.a.relationship "

#beachsy

chorus at the beach with some blues (claim the entirety Beach out of the woods (notice the fee wishing and hoping (it was me Gotta keep it on me (gotta keep it g Hot box or gspot wildin out (everyday of the week getting the full view of a wayward women (sowing to speech Seeing a bigger picture (people of geechie black like its Wednesday (I need Some money On a freak and Friday about to switch (digits to keep something like the girls view at 2am prom (could've been the need knocking sense in less I (pray on this peep black Entertainment Television making moves ( leave you sleep these girls trying to give head shoulder knee and toes out like a drive thru (come at me i don't usually do this but and drunk or high (the reason i bleep highest in the room what's my worst to do (sound like sheep

sing At the beach with some blues, ass fatter than yo big ass head body dripping have bitches barking up the wrong tree picture this reverse osmosis, spirit away trying to get at me fights like I'm voting to keep a lifestyle, change the game trying to find a suitor, ball so hard these nights like this I know the grass ain't greener on you side high as a kite trying to see if you notice me dream about a time before, should've let drake give me my teeth versus me, I should've let broski sykied money on my mind , I got something to get into I'm looking for better days, I got 5 on it to start too a dub on the gas, lighting up chasing clout (in a trance hoping and wishing and praying on a band.

sing claim the mentions, no need for insanity Motivation, for those who need clarity carpe diem if you need to ask syki In a marathon of school,gleece walking on nephos like y'all full of strife (sheesh the more the merrier I defy the odds (mean x mas everyday claims on it feels good to hit the spot winning can't stop won't stop in it to win it I'm all in, like I'm flipping gs never lack where its full I use to have bricks flip the script and now it's dividends reigning raining I'm getting sick of it I'm full of pip.

sing does it matter if I'm lifted shifted higher, why would I meet you you cant keep stressing bitches, caught it, aint worried but a fool there's a reason tis the season standing in my greatfull (yes another session just to keep it in check, game set match I got suitors shooter booths and moore Whats nothing over senseless realness I've got the check, 5,000 no less on a daily basis 9-5 I run it, love can wait, never been a mile or ten away needless to say, I spectulate but never hesitate so come correct when its time to relate. Getting money for heads you better be gold worth of weight standing up to me you standing on bidness Cuz! get me straight baddies at the camp making it hard to pay it forward blow your face need to spend it, how I get it, I live to tell the tale, keep at my pace no, never change up, it got a bid on it, bracketing in the bridges, etc.mace

sing sound like sheep, put them to sleep, ain't worried bout no ol boy I came and saw but did not weep. i peep, they messing with your ol girl riding with my gees, a classic to begin, could've been imitated, Holla if ya feel me. they worried about me, Tea to meet, mentions all the leakes I'm what y'all want to be, tired of yall, notice me get monies leave yall on read, im making momma proud of me More money more problems, keep it p. y'all in the family if you say it with no calamities I'm stopping all y'all fantasy and might just have you claim insanity a witness to police brutality sow hard, news cast trying to probe a b I gotta come out clean witness protection till the baby come hold me tight during this time I plead never guilty always on the brinks looking up the reason I'm on a blick, bring out the big shot you don't get to question, bing, making water look like big e wins casting out all the cheap

[novaalexander]

How You Get The Girl [TASM!Peter Parker x Reader]

Based on How You Get The Girl by Taylor Swift

Grew Apart Part 2

Read Part One [Here]

everything novaalexander

word count 1739

A/N i dont know how i feel about this. the writing is eh and v rushed. a lot of people wanted angst, and i do have that as an alternative ender in my drafts and ready to publish, but i honestly dont love my writing in that version. if yall want it though, ill post it

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Stand there like a ghost Shaking from the rain, rain She'll open up the door And say, are you insane, -ane?

For y/n, falling back into routine after the breakup was nothing short of difficult. But on nights like tonight, it was easy to find solice in the dreary New York weather. Throwing a pity party for herself didn’t bear any guilt when the harsh sound of rain on the window matched the fast paced thoughts spiraling in her head.

Y/n laid curled up under her comforter for two hours now, eyes mindlessly wondering over the items scattered around the desk she had moved from her old apartment to what was now the l/n-Stacy residency. After she moved to Gwen’s, y/n threw all all the framed pictures and polaroids of Peter in the dresser, covering it with folded tshirts. But it didn’t take long for her to fish them out and place them on her desk a week later. She was regretting it now as her eyes bore into the picture of her and Peter on his 21st birthday, both of them smiling with frosting smeared across their faces. The more y/n thought about that day—and all the other memories displayed in frozen time— the more she could feel how uncomfortable her body was under the heavy weight of her comforter.

Between flipping her pillows and shuffling around on her bed, the taps on her window were almost inaudible. It wasn’t until the knocking became more powerful that the girl froze.

‘My bedroom window is nine stories up, who the fuck is on my fire escape.’ Back still facing the window, she tried to steady her breathing. ‘Maybe they’ll think I’m asleep and not break in and y’know. murder me.’

It wasn’t until her eyes focused on another picture of Peter—sitting on their old fire escape—that she realized who the knocking actually was. It was then that the sound of rain seemed to have grown louder, but y/n could still hear the faint knocking.

Everything in her said to leave him there on the fire escape, ‘but its cold and raining and he’s nine stories up and how would he get down without slipping- okay.’ She got up, making sure she took her time walking around her bed and to the window.

Realizing she was in a tank top and an old pair of Peter’s boxers, she grabbed a hoodie off the floor and threw it on. ‘Holy shit. This place is a fucking pigs sty,’ she thought, before her eyes met with the reason behind her inability to clean up after herself—the reason she couldn’t do anything, actually.

She unlocked the hatch and pushed open her window, “Are you fucking crazy, Parker? Its raining. How did you even get up here you fucking idiot.” She paused, taking in his shivering form. The only light was from the lamp on the other side of her room, but she could see a dark brown stain seeping through his layered outfit. “Did you fucking play in a puddle or something. You’re as pale as a ghost.” Y/n grabbed the collar of his green jacket and pulled him through the window and shut it before any more rain could get on the grey carpet. It was counter-productive, Peter’s soaking clothes creating a pond on the floor. “You’re fucking insane,” she mumbled before going to turn on her bedroom light.

Say it's been a long six months And you were too afraid to tell her what you want, want

Looking up, y/n could finally take in the boy she hadn’t seen in six months. What she thought was mud or a coffee stain turned to crimson in the light, and the hands that had been rubbing the chill out of his body were covered in webbed fabric. ‘I’m gonna be sick’ she thought.

“Hi.” Peter’s voice was horse, and his shivering made the word come out as a whisper.

Y/n didn’t respond, she didn’t even know he spoke. All she could do was stare wide-eyed, gaze flickering from his gloved hands to the red pooling on his shirt.

“Y/n. Look at me,” the boy pleaded. But every step he took towards her, she took one back. This kept up until her back was pressed against her door, the both of them freezing.

‘I’m definitely gonna throw up,' she thought as her body sunk down to the carpeted floor.

“Please … Please look at me.”

“I am looking at you.”

“No. Really look at me.”

Two pairs of watery irises met, and Peter fell to his knees to meet y/n’s stare. “Listen I know it’s been a while-”

“Six months,” she broke their gaze to stare at yet another framed photo.

He looked to where her eyes had focused. “Yeah,” he paused, taking a few short breaths before turning back to her, “a long, tiring six months."

Remind her how it used to be, be Yeah, with pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks, cheeks Tell her how you must've lost your mind When you left her all alone and never told her why, why

"And I am so incredibly sorry," he waited a few seconds for her to turn towards him, but she made no move to meet his eyes. So instead of continuing his sentiment, he stood up and made his way over to y/n's desk, picking up the frame that held her attention.

"Happy one year, Ladybug." Y/n grinned at the overused nickname. It was something Peter had called her since their friendship began in middle school, and it stuck throughout their relationship.

She kissed the tip of Peter's nose, and he scrunched it in response before y/n leaned her forehead against his. "There's no one else I'd rather spend every day with."

Those words alone made Peter ecstatic. All the worry he held left his body with a breathy laugh as he peppered y/n's face with kisses. "Move in with me," Peter said between his lips' feather light touches.

"Wha-"

"Oh you guys are the cutest," May had just walked through Peter's front door. "Let me take a picture of you two," she pleaded, pulling out her old Minolta camera.

Peter held his lips pressed to y/n's cheek as the flash went off, "move in with me," he said again against the dimple that formed on her cheek as she smiled for May.

A look of shock made its way to his girlfriend's face, but her smile was quickly restored as she whipped her head towards Peter, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Of course, Pete."

"I miss it," y/n finally spoke, and Peter turned to her. "I tried to get rid of those pictures... I couldn't do it. I thought I was going crazy, Pete. I didn't know why you were out every night, coming home beaten half to death." She looked up at him through wet lashes, "I knew you were in some sort of trouble but," she waved her hand around in his direction, "this? This was the last thing I suspected. Which is so stupid, because out of all the crazy ideas in my head, this was the most logical."

The confession brought a new hope to Peter's heart, and he quickly wiped his eyes before kneeling face-to-face with y/n. Letting the picture frame hit the floor, his thumbs traced under her eyes before placing his palms firmly on each side of her face.

"I miss how we used to be," a sob left y/n's lips, followed by a few hiccups.

"Hey, look at me," he lifted the girl's chin with no resistance, "we can go back to that." He nudged his head towards the fallen frame with a smile.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I was scared you'd get hurt and I wouldn't be able to protect you." He was crying again, but the slow fall of his tears didn't match the rapidity of y/n's.

Peter looked out the rain covered bedroom window before turning back to y/n. "I swung passed that window every night on patrol. Every morning, too, and sometimes on my lunch break." He moved his gloved hands from y/n's face to his own, quickly wiping away the salt water that curved its way down his face and to his lips. "I realized that staying away from you was just as selfish as staying with you. If I wasn't by your side, who was gonna protect you?"

The worry in Peter's voice hit y/n like a truck, the secrets starting to make more sense. It wasn't about not trusting her, it was about the target that was not only on Spider-Man's back, but Peter's.

"I'd be at risk either way," she held strong eye contact now. "If I know or don't... It doesn't matter. The bad guys would need to know your identity to put me in danger, me knowing doesn't control who else knows," she paused, "unless you don't trust me?"

He was quick to put down the idea, "No. No y/n of course I trust you. I got these powers when we were in high school, and I didn't want to freak you out. I was gonna tell you, but then keeping it a secret seemed so much easier. So I waited a few years, but then you told me you liked me and I couldn't mess that up." Peter's shaky hands reached for her's.

God, she wanted to be mad, even a little scared, but the pleading look in Peter's eyes seemed to have shut off her sympathetic nervous system.

Y/n was quick to wrap her arms around the boy in front of her, nothing but muffled sobs left her lips as she brought herself as close to Peter as possible. He wrapped his arms around her lower back, running a hand up and down her spine.

"I would wait forever and ever if thats how long you needed," he whispered into her hair when he felt her breathing become steady.

"You really know how to get the girl, huh." Y/n laughed as she leaned back, sniffling before rubbing her nose with the back of her hand.

Peter chuckled before kissing her, finally able to relish in the feeling of her lips after six miserable months. "Yeah," he pulled back, a grin gracing his puffy cheeks, "I heard that's how it works."

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A/N god that was so fucking bad