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http-angelite · 1 year

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♡ dating craig tucker hcs ♡

characters: craig (aged 16-17)

note: this is the other half of the request i promised for my ❦ anon ♡

➤ fem reader

craig texts you so often, almost all the time, even if you're in the same room. he'll send you memes that he thinks will make you laugh. and since he has a hard time verbally expressing some of his emotions, he'll text them to you instead of saying them out loud. it's easier for him, he gets to say what he wants to say, and you appreciate that he does try to talk about his feelings with you.

he'll text you if he is upset and needs to vent, or when he just wants to let you know how much he loves you, how pretty he thought you looked today, or about how amazing he thinks you are in general.

he often does this with notes as well. he'll write sweet notes and love letters for you and put them in your bag, your locker, or on your desk. almost every time he goes over to your house, he brings a note to hide somewhere he knows you'll find before he leaves. it always makes your day when you find one.

back to texting, he sends you so many pictures of his hamster, stripe, pictures of him and stripe, videos of stripe, videos of him with stripe. craig thinks of you both as stripe's parents. he calls her your baby and uses her as an excuse to invite you over.

"come over. our baby misses her mom."

he loves how well you get along with stripe. it fills his heart with so much joy when he sees you playing with her, helping to take care of her, and loving her as much as he does. it makes him wanna wife you up fr.

he'll see you kissing stripe and he'll just be like "we should get married."

he does his best to make sure that you never doubt his feelings for you, even when he has a hard time expressing them to you. he never wants to unintentionally make you feel like he might not love you just because it's sometimes difficult for him to show a lot of emotion.

craig will flip off anyone that bothers you in any way. if another guy flirts with you, he'll flip him off. if someone is staring at you, he'll flip them off. if you tell him that you dislike a certain person, he'll flip them off too.

he keeps the same energy when someone insults you as he does when someone insults stripe. he can and will beat a bitch for talking shit, no matter who it is. and after he kicks their ass, he will flip them off every time he sees them from then on.

he's the type of boyfriend to defend you no matter what. he doesn't care what you do to warrant ant kind of verbal or physical violence from anyone, he will not let them touch you.

"fuck off and leave her alone."

"dude, she fucking stabbed me."

"okay, and??"

bro holds hella grudges too. he will never forget it when anyone says/does anything remotely negative about/to you. he takes it more personally than you do, honestly. even with you make amends with this person, or they apologize, he still will not like them.

"why are you talking to him? he called you a stupid last year."

"oh, that girl? she's a bitch, dude. she yelled at my girlfriend a few months ago."

you guys are definitely the type of couple who will be jokingly mean and sarcastic with each other. he'll tease you, and you'll tease him. it makes you both laugh, and you're both so secure when it comes to how the other feels about you that you never question whether or not the other is actually trying to be mean. you both know that you're just messing around.

you and caig will also jokingly flip each other off occasionally as well and it's so funny when the people around you see this and are like "wtf?".

if you meet his family and can deal with all of them being lowkey aggressive and flipping each other off all the time, then you're with him for life, and he is not letting you go. his family also falls in love with you too, and, after some time, you'll become so close with them that they'll start flipping you off too and expecting you to do the same.

you guys might as well be married at that point, because you are now officially considered part of the family.

he rarely initiates PDA, but he's definitely always holding your hand in public, especially if you're in a large space or in a crowd. he's worried that, if he lets you go, you might wander off, and he'll lose you.

but craig will never reject any kind of affection you show him in public, no matter who's around. he doesn't want to tell you to stop while you're demonstrating how much you love him. kiss him, hug him, love him all you want, everywhere you go.

he's actually so honored that you like to show off the fact that you're dating him in front of other people. it makes him feel so loved and appreciated. he absolutely loves when he notices other guys getting jealous when they see that you're with him. feeds his ego so much.

in general, he has a hard time initiating any physical contact beyond holding your hand or occasionally kissing you on the cheek. he's ridiculously touch starved, however, and he is always craving any kind of touch you'll treat him to. it makes him sooo happy when you initiate physical affection with him. and, the more you do it, the more confident he'll become in initiating it himself.

he can get pretty cuddly in private. he loves to cuddle you at any opportunity he's given. one of his favorite things to do with you is to fall asleep and take a nap with you in his arms, or him in yours. he feels so special when you fall asleep on him, like you trust him so much that you feel safe enough to be in your most vulnerable state with him. it makes him feel appreciated, and it makes him want to protect you, to always make sure you feel safe when you're with him.

craig likes it when you play with his hair almost as much as he likes to play with yours. you are the only person allowed to touch his hair. he likes to brush your hair and try to style it, but he really only knows how to braid. if you leave the braids he makes in your hair he will be sooo happy! especially if it's in front of other people.

he normally hates it when people call him on the phone, but if it's you, he'll stay on call for as long as you want. if you must call him, however, he prefers facetime. it feels more to him like having a conversation in person, which is what he likes more.

he's kinda funny tho, because he hates calls, but he'll send you so many voice messages over text, and he loves it when you send him some back.

he isn't ticklish at all but he thinks it's so funny when you try to tickle him that you'll still get a giggle out of him. he likes to tickle you too, because he loves making you laugh, as well as being able to touch you and be so close to you while doing so. he'll be very sarcastic with you, as well, making jokes and messing with you just to hear your cute laughter.

craig gets jealous pretty easily because, although he might now show it, he's a little insecure. he kind of feels like you're out of his league, and you could easily find another guy who's better at opening up and showing you affection. you have to reassure him a lot because of this, but it's not like you mind most of the time.

occasionally, when he gets upset about anything, he'll have such a difficult time sharing his feelings that he'll bottle them up until he can't anymore. this sometimes results in him lashing out at you. caig is very chill most of the time, however, so this rarely happens.

you kinda have to work, especially at the beginning of the relationship, to take the time to recognize the small subliminal things he does or says when he's sad, angry, or jealous. but, after some time, it gets much easier for him to open up to you.

he has a love/hate relationship with you trying to comfort him. he obviously loves your attention, and appreciates it so much that you care for him and want him to be okay, but he also slightly feels like a burden when you have to take care of him emotionally. especially because he feels like he's not good enough at comforting you to return the favor.

sometimes he doesn't know how to make you feel better when you're upset. he's never really had to comfort anyone before, and he has rarely ever been comforted by anyone else (due to the fact that he doesn't often get upset enough to need comforting), so he's not exactly sure how to go about it.

he does his best, but sometimes he'll accidentally say things that make it worse, and then he has to apologize for them. he often doesn't understand why you get so upset about certain things, so he might be a little insensitive about it by saying that your feelings don't make sense, or that you're being dramatic. in his mind, he's thinking about it logically and feels like, if he can get you to do the same, it'll make you feel better.

it is rare, but there have been times where he's gotten so frustrated while trying to comfort you, either because nothing he was saying was helping or because he kept unintentionally making it worse, that he has raised his voice at you. but craig does his best to recognize when he feels like he's about to lose his cool, and if he does, he'll just leave you alone while you're upset until you both calm down.

craig also has a hard time telling when you're upset, even if you feel like it's obvious. and that sometimes makes you feel like he doesn't care, which isn't true at all. he just doesn't know.

he mainly resorts to just hugging you when you're upset, telling you that he love's you an that everything will be okay. occasionally he'll also hand you stripe hoping that she makes you feel better, because she makes him feel better.

he makes up for everything by being an amazing listener. after a few conversations, he learns how to handle these situations in a more affective way. he has learned to ask you what exactly you need from him. if you want a hug, if you want his opinion/advice, or if you just want him to listen to you while you vent.

he does really love you and want to help you, it just takes some communication for him to learn the best ways for him to help you. craig will truly thrive in a relationship with a partner that is patient and does their best to communicate with him.

ty for reading! sorry if he's a lil ooc. i did my best :)

#sp x reader #south park x reader #craig tucker x reader

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hangeslefteye · 1 year

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Fvckbuddies to lovers HCS for Eren and Porco (modern au?) nsfw apparently

Them because they are simply ✨THE TYPE TO✨Also this makes them my type too xDD Guess who studied their functions?? I'll be writing about these two a lot this week xD

Eren:

Someone blast Deftones xDDD

Look,Eren is the petty emotional type and not the automatic sensless fuckboy.

Considering his EMOTİONAL AF ass, if Eren is choosing this type of relationships,chances are he was cheated on previously.

Aside from trust issues he's possibly trying to forget his ex.

He's depressed af

Or maybe he thinks all women eventually cheat so he's being petty by being an asshole.

What I mean by this is no open expectations talk.

You won't know if your relationship with him is only sexual, or romantic too?

Heartbreaker type backbreaker too

İt's easy to imagine Eren sending you the cliche hook up texts/nudes at midnight -because he gets overwhelmed by his emotions especially at night- coming to your place and ravaging you just correctly.

Sex with him will be always a little angry and angsty :/

Hard to say he exactly cares about your pleasure soo...you better chase your own orgasm tbh xD

Which won't be hard to,he's naturally good at this.

Chances are he has learnt a lot from his ex and he does many things subconsciously.

Also he accidentally remembers his ex when he's with you

You will know when he thinks of them xDD

He's extra degradative and acts you completely like an escort,maybe even worse.

İnteresingly his emotional ass is the type to NEVER do some certain things with his ✨GİRLFRİEND✨

But you are not that.

You are just a simple slut for him.

Facials?Anal?Slapping?Breath choking?Threesome?Degration?

You are not his girlfriend afterall.

Ah,also he's the head-pusher type.You better take it all or none.İt doesn't matter if you puke on it,better even.

And you'll get no aftercare either.

Not that he doesn't care,he does care.

But he should run back to his place before you can see him crying.Because he's emotionally WRECKED.

He's the tears after cum type :/

However his emotional ass was not designed to mindlessly fuck around.

Simply not that.

So even if he escapes from small talk and affectionate kissing,caressing,aftercare etc. he'll fall for you anyways.

İf he realises he has a thing for you,he'll go around trying to find himself an another partner(s)

He might try to avoid you in the process but he could never xD

*insert sudden emotional breakdown out of nowhere*

Congrats

You guys are officially dating now xD

He has a lot of love to give <3 Suddenly he is very thoughtful and loving.A great bf for real.

However (his) trust issues are not easy to get rid of.

He'll constantly check your phone secretly/not so secretly

He'll call/text very often when you are with your friends.

I hope you don't have a close guy friend(s) because...umm you won't have one after dating with him anyways xD

On the good side 7/24 around you

İt can take him months maybe years to trust you so you must put work into that.

Which he surely does worth the effort.

Last thing is...remember the list above?İt doesn't matter how much you want any of those he simply won't ✨disrespect✨you like that.(not that those are disrespectful he's just crazy xD)

Also he'll feel kinda guilty because he wanted some things to be more special and romantic and not random.He'll never admit tho

Adding his sexual guilt into this one,he kinda regrets the way things escalated.

But he surely knows how to make it up to you.

You guys will go to lots of random but cute dates,you get to pick wherever you want and it's done.

He does photo albums <3

He doesn't have to make EVERY MEMORY immortal but...he'll do just because he can xD

Clingy.clingy.clingyyyyy

✨Touch addiction✨

Porco:

You can blast chase atlantic with this one xD

Porco is the automatic fuckboy

Why? Because it takes him A LOT to fall in love.

He simply does not get carried away.

And of course he's in for the thrill of meaningless sex and not the boredom of relationships.

Open talk type of guy <3

He doesn't want to upset you by giving you the false signals and VERY upfront with it.

Doesn't like kissing,touching while on it but he can do it for you anyways.

He actually understands this goes 50/50 so he'll put effort into you.

Aftercare does.not.exist.

do.not.touch.him. when you are done.

Either dress up or leave or he is out of door anyways.

Also he won't see you out of bedroom and very strict with it.

İf you guys have to co-exist,he'll unsee you like you never existed in the first place.

And he's not the type to fall in love instantly after sex.

To him,sex is one thing;love is something much else.

He must know you very well for that.

Shortcut to that is:✨FUN✨

İf he can have fun with you without getting bored or feeling suffocated,eventually he'll want to know more about you.

Just ask him for a concert/party and say you want public sex xD

He looooves public for sure.

Anything risky?He's in.

1-2 maybe 3 hangouts and suddenly he just wants to dance/listen the music.He just wants to have fun and he'll accidentally forget about sex.

He knows he's fucked up when this happens xD

He wants to ghost you so bad xD

Out of nowhere his kisses last longer,he begins to touch you more,he prefers face to face positions.

I think we can all say he's either a doggy or reverse cowgirl man.

Why?

:✨ASS✨

He surely hates long eye contact too xD

And if the awkward pillowtalk hits...he's whipped

He's the type to have occasional jealousy breakdowns, in secret.

He's too prideful to admit any feelings or whatsoever.

İnstead he marks you.

Anywhere visible is just fine.

COLLARBONES!!!!Neck,thighs,chest,back...anywhere.

Outside he either lays an arm over you or gives you his jacket,hat,scarf etc.

His ✨secret✨ plan is to fall in a natural relationship pattern with you without talking about his feelings xD

From outside,he actually looks like your bf but he's too jealous to keep this going.

Eventually he'll blow up.

He'll have a tantrum about how many more men you see.

*insert feelings and the tsundere blush*

Congrats

You guys are officially dating xD

Seems distant and greatly weirded out but...

He's a kitten for sure :D

He was prolly never romantically loved/cared by someone before so...

H-hugging??

That thing is weird to him but, addicting? Like...do it again? xD

He's a kinda attention whore for you but still prideful af

He recently discovered that thing called,umm...cuddling?

Yeah that thing is not very bad xD He doesn't mind when you spoon him or lay his head to your chest etc.

Lap kitten xD *İnsert simp label*

180 degrees of turn about relationships.

Those things are actually cool?

Like,loser you don't have a gf?

But that would only last as long as he's happy/content

He's the 0 bullshit type and he wouldn't stand arguments to protect his own happiness/heart.

Also he'd want lots of space and freedom.

You can be his best friend,but he'll have other friends too.

İf he feels upset/suffocated/cornered etc. you can lose him overnight.

İf things get too routine or boring,you can lose him again.

But he won't let it get there himself.He's naturally good at creating tension anyways.

İf handled correctly he can be the best of everything <3

Enough internet for tonight I'll fix my grammer.... in the morning? xD I hope you enjoyed it <3

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pupsclawz · 1 year

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Detached I

Part II

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Reader

Warnings: Violence at the end, Angst, apathy, language, My crappy writing

Word Count: 410

Summary: Tara didn't get stabbed, Wes did, He died. You has had some trouble with apathy in the past and now it comes back to bite you in the ass. You and Tara had a fight which leads you to reflect.

a/n: Uhhhh yeah. Had a breakdown so I thought I'd channel it to writing. I don't even know if this would still be considered angst but you know we deal with it. This one's crappy and sorry Amber fans. Uhhhh No Beta we die like true writers.

Maybe if you tried harder it could’ve turned out better. Maybe if you could’ve tried a little more it wouldn’t turn out as bad as it did. But no, you just had to ruin it all by being an apathetic fuck and not caring. You just had to ruin one of the only good things you have because you didn’t try harder to understand.

You sat heavily against the sofa staring into the empty space in front of you. Your phone was somewhere on the phone, battered and destroyed. Why? Why you? Why does everything bad always happen to you?! You let out an internal scream of rage and desperation as tears start to form and fall down your face.

Why does everything from your childhood to your teens feel like it was always meant to bring you to this moment? From not knowing what you want from her to being so uncaring you wouldn’t bat an eye if she died!

Your tears were renewed as you recall her words from earlier. Despite them being via text, the words still hurt regardless.

The fact that she was right about what your reaction would be just goes to show how apathetic you’ve been, but you can’t help it!

The fact is that even yourself didn’t even know how the fuck you feel. You’ve been so disassociated with yourself and your emotions that you don’t know how the fuck you feel about anything! Anything at all! You don’t know how the fuck you feel about Tara! About Ghostface even!

You don’t know what the fuck was wrong with you! When you heard that Wes was murdered, what did you do? You sat your fat ass down to watch some Netflix. Now, Tara’s mad at you because you didn’t even bother to check up on anyone! Not one person you tried to contact.

You blinked slowly as a migraine made itself known. You tried to stand up but as soon as you did, your world turned to black.

A figure lurked in the shadows as it observed its new victim. Oh how it couldn’t wait to sink its sharp blade into Amber’s pale skin, to cut her into pieces, to gut her.

The figure waited until Tara and her friends left. The figure jumped out from the shadows before sinking its blade into Amber’s shoulder, one of its hands coming up to her mouth to silence her screams. Oh, let the fun begin.

#fanfiction #fanfic #jenna ortega #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #tara x reader #angst #angry #anger #ghostface #scream #relationship issues #apathy #apathetic #jenna x reader #x reader #x you #jenna ortega x reader

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punkeropercyjackson · 2 months

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Spiderband groupchat headcanons but it's based off my bio siblings and friends who're teenagers that i also consider my younger siblings because Y'all Do Not Know How To Write Teens

It's called 'Websters Declassified'

It was Margo's idea to start it obviously

Miles already had a groupchat app that she used for her family but the rest of the band except Gayatri had to install them-Gwen and Miles G DID have one but she took it off because she only ever used it with 65 Peter and she had multiple meltdowns looking through their messages so she forced herself to out of mental safety and he smashed his phone in agonized sadness after finding out about Jefferson so all the data on it was lost

Gayatri has an additional old one she uses for school friends since she's so popular and dosen't want to fuck up and accidentally send Spiderwoman stuff to them

The layout of it has a notebook theme and is popular among black people thanks to it containing various exclusive black stickers and emojis and that's why Miles and Margo both use it

Hobie's a bit of a grandpa when it comes to technology because of being from the 70s and not having been at Spider Society for that long so he had a hard time communicating in it at first,not helped by his cockney

Peni is reverse where she considers it slighty obselete thanks to her futuristic world but in a charming shaking her head 'This old thing' way(Just like she does with Noir /hj)

Their icons are:Miles-a black/blasian edit of Orihime Inoue,Gwen-A random picture of a half eaten pink cupcake she took,Peni-A lesbian flag meme,Pavitr-Bugs Bunny,Hobie-A black/blasian edit of Ichigo Kurosaki to match Miles(They are LITERALLY black4black Ichihime),Gayatri-Bugs Bunny but in one of her fem outfits,Margo-Nessa from Pokemon with a pink filter and Miles G-A cartoony drawing of a black kid with braids

They use it almost every day and night-It actually messed up a few of their sleep schedules but they fixed them again when it started going too far by reminding the other to go to sleep because they love them and deserve good health

Gwen sends them her audio files,either as gifts by covering their favorite songs or just to try out how a new song sounds

Pavitr violently falls over from so much bouncing with his phone getting the brunt of it SO many times but it's somehow always completely intact despite having no special protection

It's where Miles came out to them after her egg cracked but she did because they were all sitting together physically so she'd have them there to comfort them as she sobbed in a big flurry of different emotions

The other girls then start sending her transfem memes on a regular basis and Miles G is actually the one who made her her Orihime pfp

They tried to have movie nights but the collective audhd proved to be too much so they just have normal ones

It's incredibly active and a mixed ass bag,one second they be talking about Spiderjunk,the next someone's venting to the point you can feel them shaking through their texts and then they're discussing the history of legos

Peni's the one who most uses it in class and had a special mini comic where she got it back from her principal and didn't learned her lesson at the end

Since Miles uses kamojis,Margo is a gifs addict

They learned a lot about eachother cultures,more than ever

Selfies sending is a pretty regular thing

Miles G was more hesitant to start using his app again than Gwen since his was actually the same but he prowlered through and now it's a healthy and stable part of his life

Gayatri looks for wholesome videos to show all of them

"MARGO,GIVE ME YOUR PHONE"-Hobie at least twice a day

Gwen and Margo are an e-couple in the sense that they act exactly like girlfriends in it but are in denial irl

Hobie randomly infodumps in it once he gets the hang of it and takes up Miles' kamoji usage but only the smug/bitchy ones

Their usernames are mostly just their names but with a special twist to give them personality-Miles is her name with a sunflower next to it,Pavitr has a sparkles emoji and Miles G has his in that edgy font.But Margo is 'Margo Thee Byte',Gayatri is 'The Ungwen' as a reference to 'The Undead' and for irony,Hobie is 'What are you?A cop?',Peni is 'Pastel Genesis Evangelion' and Gwen is just an assortment of pink emojis

Rio:Mija?Are you texting a boy? Miles,texting Hobie:Technically yes but also literally no

Margo gets them to be on her streams and Miles ends up making her own channel and her fans nearly broke her comments section when Hobie made his first apperance(Tragic day for weird ass Miles fanboys)

Gwen and Peni start rubbing off on eachother,like Peni starting to love her kind of music and Gwen starting to get blunter

Pavitr is the most slang knowledgable and this is thanks to Gayatri-He surpassed the best there is

Miles and Hobie did the 'At Dairy Queen with my Dairy King' meme once but the picture wasn't them at Dairy Queen,it was them chilling with mutated cows they'd saved and they didn't even get the food at Dairy Queen,Hobie cooked them copies because fuck capitalism

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hornystiel · 2 months

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once again seeing shit on twt and i saw it here multiple times too and i just have to say

the passage that 'you write/draw/make edits for yourself in the first place and it's fun as it is!!! and you shouldn't want attention or gratification!! otherwise you're somehow a bad person!!' - sucks ass

i'll hide the rest but i want to write it all down because it's been bothering me for a while

it may be surprising for many but many published and famous authors also write because of money it brings them? and fame? and recognition? shocker right. yes, not only because of this (tho some do it mostly because of all of the above and that's why many books are shit yes come at me bro tell me i'm no critic etc etc idc) same with artists etc. and it's okay people have no problemo with it, it's actually expected for them to get paid and praised. another example - youtubers. they create shit, they are monetized, they have income etc and yet i think you heard them say at least once 'i'll release the next vid once the previous one reaches ~~~likes and comments'. and again it's nothing really. it's always your choice whether to buy that book, see that film, watch that vid, leave that comment and like. you do it or you don't

in fandom we do everything for free (i'm not talking about commissions) and yet when many creative people ask to simply reblog our stuff for it to be seen because it's how tumblr functions - we're met with the whole ass lecture that we can't Demand anything from people, and that well if you don't get shit then you're not as good because greatness always finds a way, and basically we should be grateful for what we have and shut it. it's like a Scandal every time this topic is brought up. how dare. feels like i'm running here with a gun pointed to their heads and shout at them to reblog my stuff or else. and then those same people and many others are surprised there's lack of content except screencaps and texts we've all seen a hundred times and that people left for other places and fandoms

if i wanted to create only for myself i would've never posted anything here or on any other platform. why should i, i'm only satisfying myself, right. fun! but it so happens that i also want connection with fandom, and yes, boo me, i want attention and maybe even praise sometimes. and that isn't some vile thing to want. we are all humans and we thrive on such things and yes nobody suffered from a good comment or a reblog with excited shouting

and surprise, when i see that my stuff is doing well and people reach out and people are happy or sad or just experience the emotions i wanted from them - i want to make more things quicker and i want to progress and i want to share. double win

nobody owes anybody here. you don't want to engage at all? it's your right i won't hunt you down. really, i will make my stuff regardless, it's just i don't owe anybody here either and i can choose to share only with those who are interested? and way more popular people can do the same? because why spend the energy if people only consume things silently or just glance at it and scroll down and get real defensive about their right to only like stuff on the reblogging site. dw i won't do it i'm too much of an attention whore for it and i'm not afraid to admit it. anyway it's not a ~threat~, i'm simply stating that people who create stuff can do whatever they want with it, they created it for free, 'for themselves in the first place' and you can't get deathly offended when some of them move places, change fandom just because they get what they always wanted from it, remove their stuff or lock the next chapters of a fic for the people they want to see it, especially if you were a silent spectator this whole time

idk i'm not going anywhere really with this i'm just mad how we really are 'content creators' in the eyes of many. only here to throw up our 'content' - art, fics, edits, gifs - for it to be consumed silently in some abyss, reposted, stolen, and be grateful not to be eaten by it

#fandom #thoughts in words #drawing #writing

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writing-on-a-bathroom-stall · 3 months

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the alcott (could it be easy?)

ellie williams x writer!reader

modern au !!!

cw: use of y/n, cursing, DRAMATIC ass lesbians, this is actually fucking terrible don't read it oh my god !!! first time writing so pls pls pls be nice.

NOT PROOFREAD DONT BE MEAN TO ME !!!

you hummed gently to yourself as you continued to write in you journal. writing poetry had always seemed cringy until you realized how happy it made you. and how it made it so easy to express your emotions through little poems and writing drabbles. maybe that's why you were writing about the girl that always seemed to be on your mind.

ellie williams, your best friend, who you hadn't spoken to for...what was it? three weeks by now. she hadn't been talking to you. ignoring your calls, your texts, everything. but this wasn't exactly...unusual for ellie. every so often she would do this and then just randomly message you and act like nothing had ever happened. of course, you had just assumed the same thing was happening.

but that's where this time was different. she didn't message you and pretend nothing happened. she had actually sent a rather weird message.

els<3:

meet me at our coffee shop on 8th avenue

tomorrow at 12:30

please.

of course, you had said sure. but in reality you were really confused. this had never happened before.

so this morning you woke up, got ready, and headed to the cafe. you sat in the back corner, where you always sat. and waited. at exactly 12:30, you heard the door open, and you knew who it was without even looking up. you continued writing in your notebook, until the auburn haired girl slid into the booth across from you.

she sat their silently for a second. and you looked up at the freckled face you'd come to know so well. you smiled up at her.

"hi." you stated plainly. tilting your head at the girl.

"hey," she breathed out nervously. rubbing her arm. "look, y/n, i'm really sorry it's just-"

you cut her off gently. "ellie, did i do something wrong? the last thing i want is for us to not talk, els. you know that. so if i did something just tell me."

her eyes widened in surprised, "no, that's not it," she insisted. "it's my fault, you didn't...you didn't do anything." she breathed out, closing her eyes to gather her thoughts

you fiddled with the pen in your hand nervously.

"i just...you know you're my best friend right? i tell you everything." she said, meeting your confused gaze.

you thought ellie told you everything, but something tugged at you. she didn't. she usually told you all of her problems, but in the weeks before she had ghosted you, she hadn't been telling you everything. you couldn't explain how, but you just knew it.

you didn't exactly tell her everything either so, who were you to judge?

"you're my best friend too, els." you said, quietly.

ellie was your best friend. but that didn't explain why it hurt so bad when she stopped talking to you. you tried to convince yourself it was completely platonic but, that wasn't the complete truth. you were a little bit in love with the girl in front of you, you had to admit.

ellie let out a sigh, you couldn't tell if it was of relief or sadness. you weren't sure if you wanted to know. her eyes roamed the room in front of her, looking at everything except you.

"ellie, what's this about?" you finally asked. the green eyes you were so fond of locked on you.

"i don't think we can do this anymore, y/n." she stated, bluntly.

"what?" you said quickly, looking up at her confused. "what do you mean?" you furrowed your brows.

"we can't be friends y/n. we just can't. i can't." she said, upset. she tapped her foot against the ground like she always did when she was frustrated.

"ellie, why-" you started before you were cut off.

"because y/n!" she said, exasperated. "because i can't do this anymore. i can't pretend anymore."

pretend. you thought. you thought of every time you'd talked to ellie. trying to think of what could've made her want to do this, to break off your friendship. you practically let the girl walk all over you, as long as she was happy. as long as she stayed.

what could've gone wrong? you asked yourself.

"pretend what?"

"pretend that i'm not in love with you."

oh. oh.

you didn't completely process the words before ellie was standing up. she rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly, as if that wasn't something she had wanted to say. she stepped back.

"i'm sorry, y/n-" she turned and walked away. to the front door. you watched her open the door and step onto the street.

before you knew what you were doing you were practically running to catch up with the girl.

"ellie- wait-" you panted, trying to catch your breath.

she turned towards you. "y/n-"

before she could finish the sentence, your lips met hers in a kiss. and she instinctively cupped your face in her hands.

her lips were soft, not like you had imagined how they'd feel or anything, and tasted like the vanilla chapstick you knew she wore.

you pulled back from the kiss and stared into her eyes. "i love you, els." you said.

she smiled at you, before gently leaning in and kissing you again.

authors note: this is actually terrible please don't hate me for this. this is my first time posting my writing EVER so pls be nice to me. i'm actually so scared.

#ellie willaims #ellie tlou #ellie the last of us #ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader #tlou 2 #the last of us part ii #tlou ellie #tlou #tlou2 #the last of us #fanfiction #Spotify

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miggysbabymama · 11 months

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Everyone Adores You (at least I do)

Summary: You're a childhood friend of Miguel, you've been in love with him for a while but you've always been too afraid to speak your mind.

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x fem reader

Word Count: 716 (so short I'm sorry!!)

A/N: This is my first fic ever so please be understanding with me. I appreciate any criticism you have for me and I am currently writing pt. 2 as we speak, hope you enjoy!

Tags: Unrequited love, angsty, some fluff if you squint. Miguel speaking Spanish briefly.

Checking your watch, it was 1:15, Miguel should’ve been here 15 minutes ago. He’s usually punctual so you can’t understand why he would be late.

You and Miguel have been friends since you were young. You’ve grown up together, seen one another at their worst, witnessed each other’s first heartbreak and everything in between. Miguel was expected to meet you at your favorite café and catch up. You’re the only non-spider that knows of Miguel’s secret identity, something that you hold very close to your heart.

You found out on accident while snooping in Miguel’s room when you were both teenagers, you saw his suit lying on his bed and confronted him. Teenage Miguel had no backbone and shared everything immediately. That’s how its always been. Your relationship continued to evolve the older you guys got. You never had to question where you stood with Miguel, thankfully.

As he got older his demeanor changed and he became more isolated and distant which you knew this was due to his highly stressful job but his soft spot for you always remained and that was something that you were grateful for.

You guys talk on the phone infrequently but there was nothing like spilling your guts to one another in person.

Just as you were about to sit down at a table, a tall figure comes running through the door so fast you don’t have enough time to move out of the way

“Hey!” you exclaim, realizing its Miguel, the anger quickly dissipates from your face.

“Disculpa!! Sorry (y/n), I tried to get here as soon as I could, I’m sorry I didn’t text.”

He speaks rapidly apologizing and giving reasons as to why he was late. You have no problem catching every word that falls out of his mouth. It doesn’t take long for you guys to fall back into your typical pattern of speaking loudly, cracking jokes, and using hand gestures to magnify your strong emotions. You’re mesmerized with Miguel, his humble confidence, how good he listens and hangs on to every word you speak. It feels good being in his presence knowing that you can be completely yourself.

You briefly consider why you guys never became a couple, but as soon as Miguel starts speaking about a recent date he had been on those thoughts quickly leave your mind as soon as they came.

“I had a really awesome time, we met while on a mission” He says, “she has such a good sense of humor, we share lots of similar interests in books and movies!” says Miguel excitedly.

“You know what that feels like right (y/n)?” You quickly plaster a fake smile onto your face,

"Yeah, I totally get how you’re feeling Miggy” Speaking his nickname only makes you fall for him even more. You take a quick sip of your latte hoping Miguel didn’t notice your unenthusiastic response. As your meeting continues the more jealous you begin to feel. Never once were you envious of the girls that Miguel was dating, he had his life and you had yours. It seemed like overnight your schoolgirl crush had manifested itself into an all-consuming infatuation that you were unable to combat.

“Ay (y/n) me estas escuchando?” Miguel says as he snaps his fingers in front of your face, bringing you back to reality.

“Are you ok, you seem off, Mamita?” Miguel asks concerned as his eyes dart across your face, searching for an answer. His nickname for you usually brought a smile to your face now makes your stomach churn with resentment.

“No, I’m good, my job has been kicking my ass recently, you know how it is.” You trail off hoping to get Miguel off your case. He nods in response, dropping his concerns to change the subject to his work with the Spider Society.

As your coffee date came to a close you knew Miguel needed to leave, since there were other universes that needed his help. He gave you a hug before he left and that was it, he was gone. You walked to your apartment, crying softly at what could have been. Wishing Miguel was here to comfort you and to hear you confess your love for him. But all your desires existed only in your mind.

#firstfic #miguel o'hara #Miguel o'hara x reader #Miguel o' hara x you #Miguel o' hara x y/n #Spiderman 2099 x you #hope you like it #Miguelismybf #miguelspeaksspanish

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rancidpancakebatter · 1 year

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hey, i hope you're doing amazing! i was wondering if you could write a tasm!peter fic based on the song 'honest' by the neighbourhood? it can be reaaally angst, i promise i won't complain, not even a little bit! thankk you soo muuch in advance, i love your writing! ♡

You want angst? I'll give you angst

Honest by The Neighborhood [P.P.] | The Playlist

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

Word count: 4.6K

Summary: Peter is lying. Peter has been lying. And now you have to find out why.

Content: Swearing, Alcohol Consumption (legal age), Mentions of blood (Spider-Man injuries but nothing too graphic), break up,

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A/N: I'm making my way through my asks and It's been great. Thank you for all that submit things to my ask box, I love seeing it :))

You pace your room, a vexing mix of emotions swirling in your gut. You had to talk to him. You couldn’t keep doing this. You were confused. You were angry. You were hurt. But really you were scared. You were scared for Peter. You couldn’t understand it. You couldn’t understand him.

You were supposed to have a date last night. You had been looking forward to it all week. Your boss had been up your ass lately, demanding you reformat your analytics debrief six different times. There was family drama your mother was constantly updating you on and asking for guidance in a situation you were too exhausted to deal with. And you hadn’t had a chance to go grocery shopping (due to the overtime you had to put in), so your cabinets were bare and your fridge bereft.

All-in-all, not a good time. Peter had promised that he would see you. That you would be together. But instead, you waited in your fancy dress and painful shoes for four hours, drowning your sorrows in wine and staring at your unanswered texts. Waiting, always waiting.

Peter had always been a bit flakey. He would often ask to reschedule or push back plans, garnering some excuse as to why he couldn’t make it on time. It was a bit annoying, but not the end of the world. Peter liked to take things slow, and you respected that.

You went on seven dates before he kissed you. You'd been dating for six months before he said I love you, and you didn’t sleep together until a month later. You figured Peter just had a fear of intimacy, but he seemed to be trying, and you didn’t want to pressure him. But he has pushed you too far. Your patience is gone.

The wine was almost empty; you had ditched your glass a while ago. There was no point in keeping up with social etiquettes when it was just you. It’s not like you were going to share it with anyone. Not anymore, at least.

You heard a knock on your door and made no attempt to answer it. You were playing music, but it wasn’t loud enough to warrant a visit from any neighbours. You didn’t feel up to a social call, so you continued to wallow.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n), honey, it’s me. Can you open the door please?”

For a moment, you thought it was a hallucination. Your drunken mind stringing you along, taunting you with the one thing you wanted.

He knocked again, “(Y/n), I know you’re in there. Just open the door.”

You scoffed and took another sip, “Look, your mad; I get it. I understand, and you have every right to be. I’m so, so sorry. Please, I- I want to apologise.”

You felt your body temperature rise and anger slowly build in your veins as it pushed out the self-pity you had once been filled with. You took unsteady steps towards the door, the cold tile against your bare feet making you shiver.

You undid the deadbolt but kept the chain in place, opening the door and peeking your face through the gap. You just looked at each other for a moment, a silent stare down. Your gaze held a certain animosity, while his was filled with relief, though it grew confused when the door stayed in its partially opened state.

“Can I come in?” You say nothing as you continue to stare him down.

“Please, I know you’re mad-” If he says that again you just might scream. Actually, that’s not a bad idea.

“You don’t know anything, Peter.” Your words slur together, and the t’s don’t come out just right, but you’re sure he understands precisely how angry you are with the venom you spit out alongside his name.

His brows furrow as he looks over your face. “Are you- are you drunk?”

You keep your glare intact as you think over your answer. You could lie, but you didn’t need a mirror to tell you that your cheeks were adorned by a familiar warmth, and your lips were surely tinted with an obvious magenta stain.

“Yes, but that’s none of your business. Good night.” You move to close the door, but Peter’s hand stops you.

“Uhng- Wait. Ow, shit- just wait a second, please.” You slowly open the door again, not for his pleas but for his expressions of pain.

This time you look at him, really look at him. You can see a bit of blood on his lip, a bruise on his cheek, and his hand holding his side. You feel a chill run down your spine.

“Back up.” He takes a step back, taking his weight off the door while you undo the chain lock and usher him inside.

You set him on the couch and winced along with him. You rushed to your bathroom and prepared a warm washcloth and some band-aids you found under the sink. Maybe you should invest in a first-aid kit. You had never needed one before.

You returned to Peter’s side and raised your hand to his face. It wasn’t really necessary, his eyes have been locked on you since entering. But you lifted his chin anyway, a silent promise to hold him close.

You wiped gingerly at his lip, wiping away any dried blood and grime. It was obvious that he had wiped at it a few times.

“I’m so sorry. Really I-” You lightly pinched his chin.

“Hush. I don’t need an apology. I- I just…Peter, are you okay?” You could feel your eyes watering, tears swimming forth and resting on the verge.

In his eyes, you could see the once-sweet cacao of his irises tainted by fear and distress. It pained you to see it, so you stopped looking. You grabbed his hands instead, gingerly wiping down each finger, tracing the tendons and fate lines.

“I’ll be okay.” His hand was still holding his side, and you moved it, slowly lifting his shirt to look underneath.

The wound stretched from his lat to his hip, twisting toward his stomach. It looked like a giant rug burn. No, more like a scrape you would get on your knee after tripping on the sidewalk. Only deeper. You could still see bits of gravel lodged between the flesh, and you grimaced at the thought. That had to be so very painful.

You wished you had rubbing alcohol so you could clean it. A wound of that size, that exposed, was sure to get infected. You used the rag as gently as possible and mumbled a sorry every time he hissed. You didn’t make much progress before he grabbed your hand, calling your name sweetly.

“Hey, hey. Just leave it be. Really, it’s fine.” He tries to comfort you with a smile, but it’s tired at the edges, his drooping eyes not matching the expression.

You can feel yourself choking up but try to swallow it down because Peter needs you right now. He shouldn’t have to be the strong one.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, “Wh-what happened, Pete? Who did this to you?”

He swallows before he answers.

“I…got mugged.” You tense for a second.

“You got mugged?” If Peter noticed how your concern drifts, he made no comment on the matter.

“…Yes.” You drop his hands, let go of him.

You turned your body away as you stared at the wall. Your tears were dangerously close to falling. This is when your patience broke. This exact moment. It snapped, stretched too thin and tested too often.

It shattered along with your heart, shards scattered across the uneven floors of your apartment. The wine in your system did nothing to dull the pain of heartbreak. You felt every crack and splinter as it slowly broke apart, then burst all at once.

“Are you sure?” Your voice is cold, your capability for sympathy floating away in waves.

You saw him tilt his head in confusion from your peripheral. Any other time you would have thought it was adorable- compared him to a Yorkie or a Spaniel- but his act of innocence only made you angrier now.

“Yeah…why?”

You remained silent as you got up from your seat, walking around the back of the couch to the side he was sitting on. You grabbed his backpack, tucked into the side as if he had hidden it, and dropped it on the coffee table. Peter’s eyes widened at the site.

“So you got mugged…and your backpack is still in perfect order?”

The canvas was unstained, the zippers undamaged. The bag was in its normal state of distress. You watched as his face began to flush, and his mouth opened and closed uselessly.

You waited for a response, but when he refused to give one- you pushed forward. You unzipped its pockets and pulled out the valuables that were all unharmed and very obtainable to anyone who wanted to take them by force.

“You got mugged, and they let you keep your camera, your laptop, the Beats I got you for Chanukah, and your wallet with… ” You dramatically counted the cash in front of him, “forty-two dollars in it?”

“It- he…uh… ” You tapped your foot as your arms rested firmly in a crossed position.

“It wasn’t a successful mugging,” He finally settled on.

“What happened? Exactly.” Peter squirmed on the couch a bit as if running from your anger.

“He, uh, stopped me. And then he took out a… knife. And then he told me to give him all my stuff, and when I started to run, he knocked me down. We fought for a bit, and then I got away.” Peter looked you in the eyes while he uttered, which only infuriated you more.

“When did this happen? Where? What did he look like?”

You continued to grill him as he fumbled through each answer he gave you. Your anger climbed with every word he said. He might have been able to convince May, but you knew his tells.

Usually, he would ramble, giving entirely too much context to a situation, caught up wholly in the story. But when he lied, he said as little as possible. Peter fidgeted a lot. If he was sitting, you could bet one, if not both, of his feet, were bouncing. But now he sat before you almost perfectly still. Shifting his body around slowly, his discomfort evident.

“Peter, how the fuck do you get yanked across the concrete hard enough to get an injury like that? Did you get assaulted by Mike Tyson? It looks like you were hitched to a truck and dragged.” You ask, angrily pointing at where his hand continues to rest on his side.

“You’ve told me this story three times now, and not once did you mention that. I’m not buying it; just tell me what happened.” You watch as Pete shifts again, propping his elbows on his knees as he brings his head into his palms.

He sits there for a moment before he ruffles his hair and sits back up. “Okay, you got me. I-I fell on my skateboard. I was just embarrassed about it.”

“You missed our date…because you were skateboarding.” It wasn’t a question because that wasn’t the truth either. "You're telling me that you hurt yourself this severely, and disappeared for however many hours because you randomly decided to ride your skateboard for the first time in almost a year, and you were embarrassed."

Peter broke out into another story, but you blocked it out. You weren’t a particularly violent person, but Peter was pushing you to that level.

You clenched your fist as you fought the urge to grab everything within reach and chuck it at his incredibly thick head, maybe knocking some sense into him. You felt like you were losing your mind. You were seconds from snapping, and you weren’t sure what that would look like.

Your head was pounding, and your buzz was long gone. You weighed your options for a minute before releasing a terse sigh, cutting off his newly woven tall tale.

“Are you gonna bleed out and die tonight?” You still couldn’t look at him; you focused instead on memorising the phosphenes dancing behind your eyelids.

“No, I’ll be okay, I promise.”

You almost wanted to laugh at the absurdity of his statement. Here you were, arguing over his blatant dishonesty, and he thinks you’ll accept his promise? You felt sore from the way your muscles had been tensing.

“Then get out.” You didn’t need to look at him to know how pitiful he must look.

“What?” He sounded so small, and you felt bad for a moment, but only a moment.

“I said, get out, Peter. If you can’t be honest with me, then…just leave.” You finally open your eyes, utterly defeated.

He stood, taking a step toward you but stopping when you backed away. “(Y/n/n), I’m telling you the truth-”

“No! You’re not! And I don’t want to hear another word. Not tonight.” You held your head in your hands, blinking back tears.

He froze, staring at you incredulously. He looked completely distraught, and while you wanted to feel bad, all you could think was maybe now he understood how you felt. Just how terrible this exchange made you feel.

You didn’t really want to kick him out; you wanted him to hold you close and tell you everything was okay. You wanted him to change into his sweats and scold you for stealing his sleep shirt, forcing him to remain shirtless. You wanted him to complain about you keeping him up by staring at him while he tried to sleep. You wanted him to retaliate by rolling over on top of you, peppering you kisses and pretending to fall asleep like that.

You wanted to go back, return to normalcy. But the damage was done, and no patchwork could turn this around.

You pushed his backpack toward him, across the table, and that seemed to break him from his trance. He slowly threw it over his shoulder, giving you a tearful glance before he walked to the door. You followed him to the threshold, and he only took one step into the hallway before whipping around to face you.

“Not tonight…but when?”

You hastily swiped a tear that had fallen from your eye, “I need space. I need to calm down and think before we discuss this anymore.”

Peter's jaw quivered slightly before he forced the muscles to tighten. He turned, and his heavy steps echoed in the hall. You close the door behind him and finally let the tears fall. Your body racked with sobs as you sunk to the floor, the exhaustion catching up to you. You felt utterly deflated, devastated by Peter’s inability to just talk to you, to be honest. You ended up falling asleep there.

Three days had passed. Peter had texted you thrice. That night he told he was sorry and he hoped you were okay. You didn’t respond.

Obviously, you weren’t okay, but you didn’t know how to communicate that without blaming him and inevitably starting another fight. He texted you again halfway through the next day to ask how yours was. You had spent it fighting the urge to go to Aunt May to cry to her instead of your playlist of heartwrenching songs.

You knew she would give you comfort and support, knowing exactly how it feels to be lied to by Peter, but you also didn’t want to put her in that situation. You didn’t tell him this; you didn’t say anything. The last message Peter sent you just read: “let me know when you’re ready to talk. I’ll be here.”

As you paced around your bedroom, you think you’ve finally reached a mindset that was level-headed-adjacent. You had calmed down significantly.

You didn’t like feeling angry. But for you to get as upset as you did, was borderline unacceptable. You had to acknowledge that Peter’s lies had been gnawing at you for a while so you could begin to heal. And now, as the sun sits high in the sky, you bask in its beams. You sit on your bed and hug a pillow to your chest; your phone weighs heavy in your hands as your thumbs hover over your keypad.

You had come to the conclusion that you were both at fault. Peter had lied. He had lied often. He had scared you. He kept you in the dark, but you made it your home. You never called him out for it. You never communicated your fear or concern, or why you felt you needed him to tell you the truth. But you also realised that being open and honest, that communication, came with trust.

If Peter wasn’t coming to you, it was because he didn’t trust you, and you had to open your mind to the possibility that that could be your fault. You decided that needed to be the basis of your conversation. And you were finally ready to do it. You were determined to save this relationship.

You texted Peter that you were ready to talk, and for once, he responded immediately. You felt a little bad that he hadn’t heard from you yet, but you didn’t want to lash out; you were looking for a resolution. You asked to meet at his place, “I’m home all day.”

You go over everything you want to say as you walk down the street. It was a forty-five-minute walk between you and Peter’s place. You could take the bus, but you wanted the walk. You wanted the fresh air and constant motion. You were nervous, but if you were walking, you didn’t have to focus on it.

When the door opens, Peter’s eyes light up. As if looking at you brightens his mood alone. He wore a timid smile, and his shoulders were tense, but his eyes twinkled in the hallway fluorescents just because they fell on you.

He invited you in and sat down on the couch. He attempted to make small talk, and you tried your best to answer without saying anything that may garner guilt.

“I’m sorry,” Peter suddenly blurted out.

You opened your mouth to respond, but he continued, “I missed our date, and I didn’t text you. I am so, so sorry. That wasn’t okay, and I promise to do better.”

You took his hand, and he seemed to relax a bit. “Peter that- yeah, that sucked. But that’s not what I’m upset about.”

You could almost feel Peter’s nerves, like his anxiety was shooting out of the pads of his fingers and into you. “I am worried about you. You are often…harmed in some way or late, and you can never tell me why. And I just- I’m-”

Maybe it was your nerves you were feeling. “I’m worried you don’t trust me. I wanted to know if there was something I could do to remedy that.”

Peter grips your hand a little tighter, “I trust you. Of course, I trust you.”

His words soak into your skin, and you feel anger bubbling within you. But it’s not just rage; it’s exhaustion. You’ve done this song and dance, and the tune no longer excites you. You know now that there’s no way to avoid it. If he claims it’s not you then you have to confront him. But you didn’t really want to. You knew the question but feared the answer. The words lodged in your throat, and it felt harder to breathe.

Say it, You thought. You should say it.

“So, then, why do you lie?”

He pulled back from you slowly enough that you could feel him slipping away.

“I don’t.”

Another lie.

The anger grew as it bubbled in your gut; it was close to a rolling boil. The steam is building, creating pressure.

“Cut the shit, Parker. I know you weren’t mugged, and I know you weren’t on your damn skateboard. Why won’t you tell me what happened? Why are you lying to me?”

“I’m not-”

“Yes, you are! Just tell me!”

“I can’t.”

“You can’t?”

He looked at you like it pained him to say it. As if in some way, he knew how this hurts you, and it hurt him too. But he couldn’t know. He couldn’t understand.

“Peter, I’m kinda losing my mind here. I mean, you are always late or busy, but it’s never with your job. I’ve caught you several times using May as an excuse, not realising that I was with her. And if you do show up, you’re covered in bruises. You have scars that you can’t explain. And anytime I ask about any of it I get vague, nonsensical answers. Why? Why can’t you tell me what’s going on? I wish you could be honest with me.”

His face falls. You see the guilt flash across his face for the briefest of moments, but then it’s gone, replaced by an expression of faux ire as he stands from the couch. He stands up straighter, his shoulders squared and fists balled at his sides. It was a defensive stance, and he fell into it so naturally, you wondered how often he did.

“Tell me this: Why’d you stick around; why’d you stay with me? If you know I’m lying, why?”

If you didn’t know him, you would have been hurt by his tone, filled with disdain and contempt. But you knew Peter Parker. He was trying to push you away again.

He would go through these cycles where he would shower you in adoration, tell you that you were perfect and amazing, and how he was so lucky to have you. But then he would freak out. He would ghost you and act distant. When you could finally pin him down, he would confess that he felt he didn’t deserve you or the love you poured out for him.

The fact that he was doing it now frustrated you to no end. You could feel your hair greying.

“BECAUSE I LOVE YOU! Jesus, Peter, I love you. And I knew you had some issues, but no one is perfect. And I’m not asking you to be. I’m just asking for you to be truthful with me. And if you can’t do that, I’m asking for an explanation. What am I doing wrong? How do I fix this, Peter? Please, give me something, anything!”

You were pulling at your hair, on the verge of tears. Your breathing erratic. You felt like you were going to explode; your atoms were seconds from throwing off electrons left and right until they all decayed and left you in a pile of mush.

“What- You’re not doing anything wrong, okay? You’re great, amazing even. It’s not you.”

Peter placed his hands on yours, pulling them away from your head and placing them over his heart. You steady your breaths in time with his.

“Then why? Why do you lie to me, Peter?”

“It’s to keep you safe.”

“Safe from what? What are you running from?”

“Look, I can’t. I can’t tell you, alright? I can’t put you in danger like that.”

It was Peter’s turn to tense and your turn to soothe.

“Hey, we’re in this together. We’re supposed to grow and learn and chase our dreams together.” You intertwined your fingers and bring them to your lips. “ Peter, if you're in danger I want to know. Let me help you, please.”

Something in Peter snaps. His eyes are now cold as he pushes your hands away, taking a step back. If he had walls up before, you were now looking at a fortress. Fort Knox. Castle Rock.

“You. Can’t. Help. Me.” He spoke the words with finality. “Do you hear me? I don’t want your help.”

You felt his words rip and tear through you, taking part of you with them. A deep cut by a serrated blade. You did your best to apply pressure to the wound, to keep going- to make him see.

“But that’s what you do. When you love someone, you help them. You do it all the time, whether it’s carrying my groceries up the stairs when the elevator’s down. Or when you run me a bath after a stressful day-”

“That’s different, (Y/n).” You shake your head furiously.

“No. No, it’s not. You help me because you love me. Let me do the same.” You’re pleading with him at this point; your dignity lone gone.

Peter looks to the ground and says nothing. You feel your heart sink; he says nothing. “Peter?”

Still nothing. “Peter?”

You feel like you might vomit. “Do you…Do you love me?”

Your ears are ringing in the silence. He finally lifts his head, and his eyes are rimmed with tears, but still, he says nothing.

His hesitation kills you. This is it. This is your end. Peter Parker doesn’t love you. The last bit of hope in you fades, and you feel hollow. His love had died, and so have you. The revelation is almost enough to bring you to your knees.

“I couldn’t save it,” You whisper so faintly one might mistake it for a draft from a leaky window. “I couldn’t save it.”

You cry. Hadn’t really done that in front of Peter before. You’ve teared up sure, maybe had one or two slip, but this was something else. This was a steady stream down both cheeks. This was raspy gasps from your chest. This was ugly.

And Peter just stood there.

You collapsed onto the couch as you started to shake. You felt like everything was falling apart. If you thought your heart had been suffering before, you were wrong. It had now been obliterated.

There were no shards or mess, only a plume of smoke and a singed cavity where the muscle once was. It burned and burned, eating itself alive until there was nothing left.

You wondered if this is what stars felt- this fear, this betrayal- before they succumb to their own crushing gravity, exploding with a grand flourish…and then nothing.

You wiped your face. He had lied to you for the last time. You held no sympathy for him. You found it hard to believe that he didn’t love you, but if you were right, what does that say about Peter? He was deeply hurt. You saw glimpses of it when Peter would lose you in the store, when he would wake you up with a night terror, when he lied. You loved him, for better or for worse, you did. But you couldn’t do this; you deserved better.

You stand and grab your bag, throwing it over your shoulder. You make it across the floor and to the front door before Peter says anything.

“Wait, where are you going?”

You bite your tongue, holding back as many scathing comments as you can. Most of them call him out for pushing you away and being upset when it works. But instead, you settle on something else, something you think is a little nicer.

“I hope you find a way to be yourself someday.”

When you look back at him, he looks like he’s seconds from shattering. But maybe once he falls apart, he can build himself back up. You hope he does.

“I pray for the best for you, Peter.” And that was true. Even as you shut the door behind you, even as you silenced his notifications on your phone, even when your friends shit on him- trying to make you feel better. You hoped that he would get the best life had to offer. You hoped it would be a little kinder to him.

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mermaidsirennikita · 3 months

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Contemporaries where dirty talk is especially hot? Both during sex and maybe also over text? Thank you!!

Sierra Simone, Sierra Simone, Sierra Simone. Her books are often set in a contemporary world, but they're not, as a heads up, "light" contemporaries. Personally, I wouldn't really go as far as to call them dark romance (well. Thornchapel, I would, but I also wouldn't recommend it as a contemporary as it has such strong supernatural elements lol) but they do have some elements of (light) mysticism as some of them are retellings of old myth set in a modern setting. I'd check out:

Priest, Sinner, Saint/"The Bell Brothers": These are three standalones (M/F, M/F, and M/M) that always have a bit of a religion kink. And a by a bit, I mean a lot. Priest is the book where a Catholic priest (who is actually very naturally carnal and only became a priest because of some deep guilt issues and religiosity) meets a woman who tells him ALL the shit she's done in confession. It's naturally dirty, and he naturally falls head over heels into an affair. Sinner is about a business whose best friend's little sister is about to become a nun, and she (on the advice of her convent, naturally) asks him to teach her about sex so she can experience what she'll miss before she really commits. Saint is about a guy who became a monk in a period of deep emotional crisis, whose ex-boyfriend (he left with zero notice) ends up on a tour of monasteries with him for an article he's writing. Temptation ensues.

The dirty talk in these is naturally very tinged with priest/nun kink stuff, it's SUPER dirty, and I love it. They're also just really good.

Her Christmas Notch books she does with Julie Murphy are a little tamer, both focus on this Hallmark-esque company where the leads film these Christmas movies and, of course, fall in love. I really, really love A Holly Jolly Ever After, because the hero is a former boybander (with a dad bod!) who fucks like a demon and also owns a chain of pizza shops, and his sex tape leaks, during which he's pictured absolutely RAILING a woman from behind, slapping her ass, and saying "and THAT'S how you toss the dough" which I personally think is some of the greatest dirty talk I've ever read.

New Camelot: One of my favorite trilogies of all time, MMF, "what if King Arthur was President, Guinevere was First Lady, and Lancelot was VP, and what if they were all in love with each other and entangled in an intense affair and IT WAS AMAZING". I reread scenes regularly. I love it so much. The dirty talk is obscene. You get the very cool "sit, stay, bark" dom dirty talk from one hero and the deranged "I'm going through it and you're going to go through it with me" passionate dirty talk from the other. Our heroine ain't half bad at it either.

Lyonesse Trilogy: The prequel novella and the first book are out now; it's a Tristan/Isolde/Mark MMF retelling. Mark is perhaps like... the dirtiest dirty talker Sierra has written. He's soooooo much. Like, if you want the condescending dom dirty talking hero, he's The One. The alternating between the "look how good you take it" stuff and "you're so desperate it's pathetic" shit. Why not both???

Act Your Age by Eve Dangerfield has a TON of dirty talk, usually in the DD/lg vein. The hero and heroine roleplay dirty stepdad fantasies a lot, and the way they talk to each other is OBSCENE lol. And I love it.

Minx by Sophie Lark has some amazing dirty talk in the pet play realm. The heroine is an escort paid by the hero, and he has her dress up in a catsuit, wear a caller, drink milk out of a bowl while he calls her Minxie and a good girl and shit lol. I was into it. Idk if you'll be into it. Iiiii was into it.

Sara Cate's Salacious Player Club books have good dirty talk. They're sex club books that kind of deconstruct a different kink in each book (pleasure dom/sub in the first one, voyeurism in the second, MMF/bi awakening in the third, and femdom in the fourth... I'd stop after the fourth) and naturally are filled with dirty talk. Eyes On Me (the second book) may especially work for you because the heroine is a cam girl.

Possession by Adriana Anders has a heroine in a PR marriage with her famous husband end up in a kink camp with him after a scandal, and they... explore a lot. Including consensual kidnapping, an MFM threesome, lots of dirty talk... It's a lot.

Preferential Treatment by Heather Guerre has a heroine who becomes her billionaire boss's domme, so naturally there is a LOT of femdom dirty talk. We LOVE to see it.

Heated Rivalry & The Long Game by Rachel Reid make up a duology of hockey romances about the same couple (m/m). What I like about this is that you follow the same couple over like, a decade, starting when they're like 18/19, and they build up...? Their dirty talk? Like in the beginning, their encounters are more awkward, and then by the end they're using sex toys and like mild bondage and really KNOW each other and what turns each other on. Including the talk.

#romance novel blogging #book recs #romance novels #seriously tho if y'all wanna read a book where people are just talking filth. sierra simone lol

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astrxlfinale · 13 days

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🌿 Author portrait. Get to know the author behind the blog! repost, do not reblog.

Basics.

Name/nickname: Jace. (Has been my net handle for forever.) The Grumpy Ass.

Age: 32! I am indeed made of all bones and walking canes now.

Pronouns: He/Him.

Years of writing: Since my mid-teens. It really started around the time I first got a computer at my grandma's old place. Was able to watch overseas shows then one thing led to another.

Reflection.

Why did you pick up writing?: For me if was to answer one simple thing. 'What if', and that itself could be tied to countless scenarios that wouldn't be shared in canon continuity. Initially it was what do the characters do off the screen, then it edged to getting more detailed, to what new journeys or shared moments could they have? It led to a hell of a fun snowball effect. Coming onto different platforms and seeing it was shared or that other folks were ahead of the curved served as some fun motivation. In all the good, bad and deadass kinds of wild. It led to another 'what if' to answer, and still is being answered to this day with the RP hobby.

Do you have any writing routines?: My methods for knocking out replies are to always actively read the post. (no duh Jace), BUT, this comes with the idea on how to blend and extend. How can I give the post offered to me its due diligence and reactions, but how can I equally build off that by ensuring there's enough content to be responsive to for my RP partner? I let my character perceive to find their voice in terms of response and actions during this process.

Afterwards once I got the framework in my head, I kick on some tunes I genuinely enjoy getting it all doled out with the metaphorical meat and potatoes.

That said when it comes to scrounging up not muse per say, but that certain line of writing that I'm satisfied with? I just hop back to old works (fan made and official) that really worked those writing wrinkles in my head. There's some content that vividly let my fingers flow to 'paint a picture', in either emotion or literal presence in scene setting.

What's your favorite part about writing?: For me it'd just be bringing feeling to a scene. To give a very easy ground for anyone, experienced or new in this kind of thing to just feel the said scene. Not as some realistic one for one, but as a means to let their imagination comfortably sit in the drivers seat and have these elements expand before it. Tied with that is being able to find neat/cool ways to highlight my own muse's emotions through writing, letting it so volatile in it's creativity and their said emotions in said scenario.

Three things you like about your writing.

One. I really enjoy how shameless my writing can be. Honestly speaking, my personal taste never really clashed well with 'refinement'. It's blunt and broad, it holds energy and isn't ashamed to really let that be. I feel like that essence of 'voice' within writing is an important fundamental for me enjoying it. In hand with this, it's also why I never could actively write like other authors, and trying to say write similar to how a series does would never great great results from me. I want to carry that particular voice that varies with my muses, and have it flourish with what they also bring to the table.

Two. One thing I've also become proud of is details. Coming from a point where text based dialogue writing was my main bread and butter, watching the change in how it actually expanded has been like night and day for me. In particular, being able to describe a scene in these warm, cold or chaotic ways, adding that touch of whimsical flare to my posts as well. It's primarily why I get my kick from always having some fantasy in my settings, old age, modern or futuristic all the same. I love when I can get to use all the extra detail as extensions.

Three. This isn't tied into the act of writing in itself. Now days however I have to say I really improved on the aspect of proper plotting. My main issue was that I used to make it sound either too much like a script, or I got so creativity locked that it actually sucked the fun out the process for me. Taking some new approaches to the RP hobby has actually ironed out this detail, and I've come to see the incredible amounts of fun that can be held with it too. I intend taking the utmost advantage as well.

A question for the next person.

Write a question for the next person to answer. Once you've answered it, leave a new question for someone else to answer.

When life throws you lemons, and gets you down, does writing become something that you're drawn to as to get you through it, or do you feel like it does the opposite?

For me it'd be the absolute opposite. My creativity first and foremost is tied to me having a good mood. Being in more negative headspaces generally makes me harder to approach, so normally I wouldn't frequent any social angles for a prolonged period while I get that ironed out. It becomes a case of contrasting gears that are heavily rusted.

This is why I often put emphasis on this being a hobby for me. To me, it's similar as to booting up a video game for example and giving it a good spin. A more downtrodden me is moreso being a slough and not really wanting to move, outside of just watching tv while being a bump on a log. Stuff like that needs genuine time for me or a key situation involving said scenario to really iron out those kinks.

It leaves a bad taste for my type of character let that touch of escaping get involved.

New question: What are your favorite details that you enjoy to highlight about your muse through writing? Is a physical element? A measure of character that holds the most flare? This can have multiple answers or a solitary one.

Tagged by: @araneitela Look at you dive bombing me with this. Thank you kindly homegirl.

Tagging: Any and all can proceed to take part! What's your writing lore, let the fine details fly out.

#| Dash Games #since i hardly be doing munday things lol

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satankilledmyghost · 2 years

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I NEED MORE WOLFIE😭😭😭😭😭

(Love you tho. Even if you don’t write anything, because hello it’s me, I’m proud to read the finished products heahaehehe)

OR GIMME (or us*) HEAD CANNONS OF THEM AT A FUNERAL. that would be something I would PAY to see.

For some reason, I kinda want to just be in the mind of one of them. Just for a day. Yknow? And I’m also debating starting the series over, and I could be texting you this, but hey, I’m bored and too lazy to switch tabs rn. If you do post this, I wanna say hi to everyone. Hit me up. Please. I need more people to appreciate the wolf without thinking I’m into some wattpad werewolf books.

BITCHHHHH I THOUGHT U WERE A RANDOM ASS DUCKLING SO I WAS CONFUSED ABOUT THE TEXTING PART ABBSJSNA. I DIDNT KNOW YOU CHANGED YOUR USERNAME😭

y’all, say hi to my bestie. she’s a fucking nutcase but we love her nonetheless <3

okay, one, fucking reread weak hero. or imma go to your house and find you. two, here’s your request, but go see your therapist. three, don’t hate on the wattpad- yeah, i- i can't justify those.

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF DEATH, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, AND FUNERALS, HEARTBREAK, ANGST?

weak hero characters reaction to your death/at your funeral

donald na

you know that one time where kingsley went into donald’s office and trailed off mid sentence because he noticed donald was eating a loaf of bread and zoning out??

that’s his reaction you dying

no emotions, no crying, just an empty, numb feeling in his chest and he can only think of you and not really focus on anything else

he'll be doing something and thoughts like “they would really like this” or “they would fucking hate this” or just picturing your reactions to something that donald’s doing in the current moment will cross his mind

he'll replay past conversations and interactions with you an unhealthy amount of times, suffering through tears. whether he wants to admit it or not, you had an affect on donald.

if you die tragically(say, beaten to death over union bs or jumped or whatever), he’ll punish those mother fuckers. no mercy.

donald'll be more salty and short-tempered to everyone around him. even kingsley isn’t safe.

donald misses you, and he longs to be in your presence one last time, even if it means listening to you complain about how cruel he runs his union.

jake ji

will bawl his eyes out and will probably have a psychotic break down.

he’ll be mental, how dare the universe take you from him?!

the one thing in his life that isn’t tied to the union, you were his little slice of life

a tiny piece of this world that isn’t cruel, someone he can go to.

sure, jake’s got dean and the guys, but they can be assholes sometimes. the one person that would always be there, arms open wide and endless love just for him, you, is gone. and it won't ever change.

all of those late, spontaneous nights at the parks, you pestering him to get him to study, pulling all-nighters watching anime, walking with you to and from school, your bright smile, your laugh, all of those times that you and jake cuddled close and fell asleep. these things will never happen again and jake can't handle that reality.

jake will call you, desperate and foolishly hoping that you'll pick up your phone. but all he ever gets is your voicemail. if you had access to your phone, it'd be voicemail after voicemail of jake violently sobbing into his phone, begging, pleading for you to come back.

wolf keum

his body will have a reaction to your death, but his mind won’t catch up.

with news of your death, wolf will start to tremble, his voice will be useless, and his body is super tense. he might even start crying.

but while all of this is happening, wolf won’t be feeling anything internally. his mind will run blank as he tries to process the fact that you’re dead.

wolf's emotionally numb and the only coherent thought he has is “oh, they’re dead. is this how someone’s supposed to react? what i’m doing now? why is there tears? i don’t feel sad? okay. they're gone. you're gone.”

he saw you this morning. wolf walked you to school. what happened? is this a sick joke?? cause if it is, wolf will beat your ass to death's doorstep himself.

but it’s not a joke and that slams him when he attends your funeral. wolf will be in the back of the room, hands stuffed into his pockets and eyeing your sobbing family and friends warily.

wolf doesn’t participate, hell, he can’t even bring himself to witness you getting buried, but he stays for the eulogy.

just hearing what your friends and family have to say about you kills him.

but it’s also almost like a peace offering at the same time. in what wolf hears about you via everyone else, he realizes that the you that you were around him was only for him. you showed him sides of you that none of these people knew about.

if wolf walked out of your funeral with anything that day, it was a minuscule glimmer of bitter sweet pride that he was the only one that got to love that version of you.

forrest lee

he’s just pissed off. permanently.

cries himself to sleep over you, is sweet to your family at your funeral, and stays through the whole thing

he doesn't know how to process these emotions. grape might lecture him about the 5 stages of grief, but forrest wouldn't be listening.

he'd dig himself a grave, drown himself in whatever he could get his hands on to escape reality.

forrest would pull the dumbest shit and end up driving Hyeongshin into the ground with his carelessness and get beaten a millimeter from death by donald's hands.

but as grape and robin watch on in complete horror and shame, forrest would be on the ground oddly content because maybe, just maybe, donald will deal that final blow and he'll get to see you again.

jimmy bae

he’s a giant softie, he’ll cry until he’s a human raisin as soon as he gets the news.

he won’t say anything to anyone, especially at your funeral. sure, he’ll talk to your family, but it’s short and quiet.

jimmy would definitely stand at your headstone hours after your burial ends. he won’t say anything, but he’s there. and he desperately wants to know if you’re there, too, sitting on your headstone or standing next to him, leaning into his side like you always did when you were alive.

jimmy always complained about you wanting physical affection, but he’d do just about anything now to hear you pout until he let you hold his hand on the walk to school just one more time.

big ben

you broke him. i don't know how else to explain it. ben's screams still haunt whoever was in earshot to this day.

ben's typical optimism and emotional maturity in tough situations will be thrown out the window.

he can't even take care of himself. ben will be too busy laying, numb, in his bed to attend your funeral, but gogo and the others would force him.

bens eyes are dead and he scarily resembles a corpse as he just exists while your funeral commences.

he's a husk of the person he used to be, though it'll take a long while before he's able to start living again.

though, ben will never be the same.

alex go

he disappears. no one knows where he went or if he’ll come back.

ben will try the ocean to see if alex is there, and the first few times he might be, but alex quickly gets sick of being brought back home to where you weren’t there.

alex thinks that if he isn’t in your neighborhood, walking by your school, your favorite store, that cafe you love, you aren’t dead.

it’s easier to process your death if alex is away from all the things that reminds him of you.

alex would drag himself to your funeral and would comfort your mother as your father holds his shoulder and talks about all the things you’d say about alex to them. your dads voice would be wobbly and your mother would laugh through rivers of tears and say how giddy you were after a date with him you’d be skipping through the rest of the week.

if, one day, he does come back, alex won’t say anything. he’ll focus on bettering himself because if he couldn’t protect you from death, what use does he have?

teddy jin

teddy spends his days inside with co. he’s quiet about your death, but not the concerning type of quiet.

it’s almost like teddys pondering why you died, though the cause of your death is public knowledge.

oddly, teddy processes and gets through his grief healthy. he does become more quiet than he was before.

like jimmy, teddy would stand for hours at your burial site. he just can’t nail the reality that you’re gone, even though he sat through and talked at your funeral.

gerard jin

gerard would be suicidal. if he can’t bear the idea that his friend couldn’t perform in his band for one year over burned hands, gerard wouldn’t survive news of your death.

he wouldn’t touch his guitar, and his voice is too weak without you to sing.

he attends your funeral, though, and he tries his hardest to gain the strength to talk to your family.

his mom would hand him your journal/note that you wrote, adamant that this is something he needs to read.

and he does, but he wishes to god that he didn’t.

you wrote to him and about him. every little thing that you two did together, gerard’s quirks that you loved. hell, you even poked fun at him one time or another.

he clings to your words and there’s months of grief in store for him.

when gerard finally starts to get over your death, he’ll write the most beautifully grim song about you.

gray yeon

we’ve all experienced what stephan ann has done to gray, so his reaction to you dying will be almost the exact same.

but this time, gray has friends. ben and alex would help gray start to get back into living again. those two would take him out, starting small and hopefully working back up to what he usually would do before your death.

eugene and gerard would be the silent supporters, eugene being more apt to confront gray and directly asking him what he needs.

rowan and teddy are the two idiots in the corner trying to be serious, but rowan fucks it up and gets smacked by teddy. they’re a distraction for gray, even if for a moment, but a welcomed one.

gray would write to you, telling you about his day and what’s been going on that you’ve missed.

once he’s finished writing to you, he’d walk to your grave and set it down, a small part of him hopeful that somehow you’ll be able to read it.

once he’s more comfortable around your tombstone, gray will take time to sit down and talk to you instead of letters.

eugene gale

poor baby doesn’t know what to do :(

eugene would close up and shun everyone around him.

he’d be mute and refuse to open up to anyone, deciding that suffering in silence is the best way to go instead of bothering everyone else with his grief.

eugene might go as far as to be hostile to ben and everyone else, and that’s when they know something is wrong wrong.

eugene is in desperate silence at your funeral, grasping at air to try and stop himself from crying.

he takes notice of the flowers at your eulogy, oddly. you had never stated what you like regarding flowers, if you liked them at all, so eugene found it odd that there were extravagant bouquets for you.

but when he visits your grave, he’ll bring different types of flowers and, depending on how well the grass above your casket is growing, find out which ones you like.

there’s no logic to this, eugene is aware of that, but it’s something that reassure eugene that you aren’t totally gone.

after months, eugene would sit at your grave and rattle off facts and stories to your head stone just like he did when you were alive.

rowan im

rowan could barely survive through your funeral, having to leave multiple times from sobbing, and visiting your grave is unbearable right now.

he would force himself to stay bright and cheery. he’s the type to make sure that nothing that bothers him will show.

he needs to stay that one friend that can make everyone laugh, ya know?

but more and more, rowan’s grief would seep onto his mask and the group would definitely notice.

it’d start with one quiet day, and then the jokes are less and less, and then for a whole week rowan just gives up.

how’s he supposed to function when you’re gone? you’re his number two, the one person who would go along with his shit and have fun.

how’s he supposed to find fun in mundane things now if you’re not around??

#weak hero #weak hero webtoon #weak hero x reader

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laskyy · 2 years

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P1harmony as your boyfriend - Keeho version

Genre: fluff

Tw: mention of arguements, kissing and lmk if I missed something

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How you met:

You were in the park just getting some fresh air as you had just finished a hard work day

The sun was almost setting but as it was summer it was still hot

You were just walking around until you found an ice cream parlor

So you just thought it would be a nicw reward for the day you just had right?

You got some vanilla ice cream because why not lmao

"That'll be 2.45$ please"

"Oh sure let me get my wal-"

Your wallet wasn't in your pocket :D

YOUR WALLET WASN'T IN YOUR POCKET?!?!?!?!

"Oh my god I have to look for it I swear ot was with me when I left the house"

The poor cashier was looking at you with a very dull expression because how fun! A random person screaming about a wallet!!

That is until...

"Ayo guys come look at this ugly ass wallet!"

As you turned around you saw a boy around your age holding YOUR WALLET!!

First you were like: OH THANK GOD

But then you were like: Hold on whose wallet are you calling ugly?!?

So as you really wanted to leave the place you ran up to the boy to get your wallet

"This is your wallet? Damn, ugly wallet pretty owner, didn't see that one coming"

You: 🧍

The guy: 🙂

Anyways

You still wanted your wallet so you asked for it

"Let me just do something" he says

And you're like boy if you steal something I swear

But he just laughs and picks up a napkin to write something and then he puts it in the wallet

He winks and leaves along a couple of guys

"AM I GETTING PAID?"

"Oh I forgot about the Ice cream hehe"

As you waited for your change you picked the napkin up

"Hey I'm Keeho, no I didn't write my number but if you're interested come meet me at the park at 3 pm :)"

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How he asked you out:

After your meeting in the park the day after he found your wallet you got to know each other so much better

And you really hit it off in a platonic way

You guys realy hadn't thought about taking a step further until the members mentioned it

"Hey what are you guys doing fof valentines day?"

"Why would we do anything Intak we're just friends"

"Well you guys look like a cute couple so I just thought uhm nevermind"

Cue an emotional crisis!!!

Since that day you couldn't stop thinking about the possibility of you and Keeho being a couple but you were sure he didn't feel the same way

Well how oblivious could you be :)

The boy's head was a mess since Intak said that and now the more he thought of it the more he wanted something else with your relationship

So to take the next step he asked for Intak's help on what he should do for valentines

"I'm sure they like you too! So just give them flowers, chocolate and a heartfelt confession and It'll work!"

It can't be that hard right?

Just tell your crush how you feel!

What's hard about that?

EVERYTHING!!

BUT

Keeho is a very determined person and he's going to shoot his shot and see where everything goes

He texted you saying to meet up in front of the ice cream parlor where you two met at around 8pm

He came in 30 minutes earlier to rehearse everything he had planned

But as you appeared his lines disappeared :)

"Hey kee!"

"These are for you or whatever"

MY BOY KEEHO GOT GAME 😍

You were like: "Uhm thanks?"

And suddenly he was like

"You know what? Sorry I'm just really nervous because I had this whole speech to confess to you but everything just got thrown out of the window as soon as I saw you"

And you laugh

"Boy I've liked you for some time and I thought I was pretty obvious!"

And he's like "Well then you'll go out with me right?"

And when you agree he pulls you in the buggest hug and you only break apart when you hear someone yelling

"CONGRATS I ALWAYS KNEW TOU WOULD GET TOGETHER!"

It was the cashier at the Ice cream parlor your number 1 fan apparently

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How he is as a partner:

So since you started dating, Keeho cannot keep his hands to himself as he is always hugging and kissing you at every single chance he gets

But you love it because you feel loved!!

He is always trying to make you interested in music if you aren't already!

"Babe come here lets record something!"

"But I can't sing Kee"

"COME HERE IT WASN'T A QUESTION!"

But don't worry you'll have fun regardless of your singing abilities

That's honestly a way to describe almost everything in your relationship: fun!

Of course you guys argue sometimes but you guys solve it almost as soon as you start it!

Shota is most likely included in about 55% of your cuddles

But you can't complain he is basically your son at this point

The members are constantly teasing you guys because you're both so affectionate with each other

And cue Keeho saying

"Y'all are jealous."

Well that's partially true but they still love the both of you very much

But not as much as Keeho loves you!

One thing that he'll never admit is that your forehead kisses make him feel some type of way

*you kiss him on the forehead*

Keeho404notfound

"Aww are you blushing?"

"Uhm uh it's because Jiung slapped me"

"I DIDN'T DO SHIT"

He is always like ALWAYS kissing you like you see him after a week he'll kiss you like he hasn't seen you in a month, he'll see you after you got out of the bathroom and he'll also kiss you like he hasn't seen you in a month

But you're not complaining

You love him very much and he loves you too!!

The first I love you was said by you when he was rapping along to 'Super bass' by Nicki Minaj

"THIS ONE IS FOR THE BOYS WITH THE BOOMING SYSTEM TOP DOWN AC WITH THE COOLING SYSTEM WHEN HE COME UP IN THE CLUB HE BE BLAZIN' UP HE GOT-" "i love you" "STACKS ON THE DECK WAIT WHAT?!? I LOCE YOU TOOOOO!!!"

And then he pulls you into a hug smiles at you and kisses you slowly and as things begin to heat up

"WHY ARE YOU MAKING OUT TO NICKI MINAJ?"

Poor Theo always walking in on what he shouldn't but oh well

You guys are very united and always pick each other and hype each other up

All in all Keeho is the most loving and fun boyfriend on the planet and we all want a Keeho :')

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P1harmony as your boyfriend masterlist

#p1harmony #p1harmony fluff #p1h scenarios #p1h imagines #yoon keeho #keeho fluff #keeho boyfriend

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If #13 is still free please write it with Nico 😘 All of your fics are amazing ❤️

and with this, the birthday blurbs have finally concluded! i had to save this one for last simply because it's based off of my favorite song from the new Motionless record. i hope you enjoy it as much as i do.

No hope, no time, can't go back, can't rewind; I still belong to you.

You had completely forgotten about the concert until the day before, when you received an email telling you ‘everything you needed to know about your event tomorrow’.

You and Nico had bought these tickets one evening when you were sitting next to each other at his kitchen table, your forearms touching as you scrolled through the website, trying to find the best seating option. When the tickets were purchased, you had thrown your arms around his shoulders in excitement before Nico had pulled you back and placed a loving kiss on your lips.

That was six months ago. There was a lot that had changed.

Namely the fact that Nico and you had broken up.

And now, you had an extra ticket sitting in your account, ready to be scanned at the entrance to the venue tomorrow night. A ticket that rightfully belonged to your ex-boyfriend.

You sigh again, your thumb scrolling up and down the phone screen as you fight with yourself over what to do. It didn’t feel right trying to sell the additional ticket, nor did it feel right giving the ticket away to a friend. It did rightfully belong to Nico. But the idea of standing next to him in a darkened room for three hours was still a frightening prospect. There was always the very real possibility that Nico forgot all about the concert too and you could just attend it without him. But that didn’t feel fair either.

Another sigh escapes you, your thumbs twiddling against the screen as you continue to have this internal debate.

Finally, you exit out of your email, pulling up your contacts and scrolling until you found Nico’s name, hitting the little text bubble icon before composing a quick text message.

Hey, Nico, I just got this message about the concert tickets that we bought like six months ago. Well, the concert’s tomorrow and I still have your ticket.

Your fingers pause on the keyboard as you think. Really, what was the harm in having Nico come along with you? Things between the two of you settled amicably, you still hung out with mutual friends, and any heightened emotions from the breakup were most likely long gone after having three months to settle down. Besides, you both were grown ass adults that could handle this even if things went awkward.

You shake your head to dispel any lingering anxieties before continuing to type.

I don’t know if you forgot about it (because I sure did until now) and made other plans but I would really like it if you would still come with me tomorrow night. If not, just let me know what you want me to do with your ticket.

Hitting send, you place your phone back down on your desk and return your attention to the work in front of you. It isn’t until your phone buzzes a few minutes later to you look back and see a reply from Nico lighting up the screen.

No plans here! I would love to still come with you, if that’s okay.

Perfectly fine with me. Do you want to meet at the venue?

How about I pick you up? That way it’s less hassle.

That works for me. Pick me up at 5?

Perfect. I’ll see you then.

To your surprise, the evening had gone smoothly so far. To be honest, you weren’t sure why you were so concerned when you first received the email. It felt like you and Nico were just two friends that were attending a concert together. Yeah, there were a few moments when some of the ushers commented on what a lovely couple the two of you made but besides those few incidents, it was perfect.

Nico was amazing. Respectful, easy-going, and fun to be around. The two of you danced and laughed, singing the lyrics at the top of your lungs and cheering louder than you ever had before. It was about halfway though the concert when you realized that you couldn’t imagine anyone else being by your side tonight. It was truly perfect.

He was perfect.

And soon the night made you wonder why the two of you ever broke up in the first place. Looking back, it all seemed so inconsequential, as if the little issues had been blown to epic proportions, making them seem like oceans that you can he could never cross instead of what they truly were.

Occasionally, you found yourself looking over to Nico, looking at his warm brown eyes and wondering if he felt the same. It was a tough question to broach, one that you didn’t want to try and tackle now in a crowded room with music blasting through the speakers, making it impossible to have a genuine conversation.

You find yourself pushing your feelings down, keeping them underneath the surface until you can figure out a time later to talk to him, to ask him all the questions now buzzing around in your head. That is where you intend for them to stay until you hear the gentle piano echo around the arena, the chords all too familiar and all too painful with Nico standing right next to you.

It was your song. Yours and his.

Gone was the easy-going energy between the two of you, suddenly shifted into a tension that you hadn’t felt in a long time. You didn’t look at each other, didn’t even outwardly react. The two of you just stood next to each other like statues, uncertain what to do, how to approach this moment.

You were content to stand there for the next four minutes until the song concluded. That was exactly what you thought was going to happen until you feel the whispers of Nico’s knuckles brushing against the back of your hand. You don’t glance down, your own hand jumping at the contact before your own fingers reactively flex, your body betraying you and revealing the emotions that you had wanted to keep hidden.

It is tentative, just your fingers brushing together until finally, finally, they intertwine and you feel the warmth of Nico’s palm seeping into your skin. It is only then do you look up and see his eyes already attached to yours; the look within them was one you recognized instantly, one that you hadn’t seen cast in your direction for months.

And when you registered the emotions dancing behind his eyes, a sense of certainty washed over you.

He still felt the same way about you.

There was no way you could go back and change the past, make a different decision all those months ago. But that didn’t mean that it was too late for the two of you. The bridges that you had built between the two of you were closed but not burned. The casket had not been buried; the storybook hadn’t been closed. There was still a chance for you to find your way back to each other.

And right now, with your hand incased within his, you realized that you never wanted to let him go again. A part of you would always belong to him, now as it was back then, in this life and every other.

So tell me your secrets and join me in pieces to fall and rewrite the bitter end… eternally yours.

#nicole writes #trinity of terror prompt night #thank you all for sticking with me #and i hope you all love reading these as much as i enjoyed writing them #nico hischier blurb #nico hischier fluff #new jersey devils blurb #nhl blurb #hockey blurb

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