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So I first noticed said Fine Shyt last October at an induction event for my new job before we even started working at the store (it was a new store opening up, not an existing one). I was already in a relationship so I didn’t really care, but as humans we naturally see attractive people and think to ourselves ‘oh they’re kinda attractive’ and leave it at that.

That was exactly what happened. Like I said, I didn’t care for his attention since I was already in a relationship but I just noticed him around. A work crush if you will? Hardly, but let’s call it that. I never said a word to him and I didn’t even know his name. In March, I took a break from working for a few months because I wanted to focus on graduating uni. I went back to work in July. SO HERE’S THE THING. When I returned to work, I had a colleague reporting to me that some guy liked me? I was so confused, I didn’t even recognise the name she was telling me. She explained further and I immediately knew she was talking about Fine Shyt (naturally, lol) and I was in complete SHOCK, I kept saying nah you must have the wrong person! And she said he literally went up to her and said verbatim “hi do you know briar? Who used to work morning shifts here? Where did she go? Do you know if she’s single? I think she’s really beautiful, I wanted to get to know her. Could you find a way I could contact her?” And apparently HE EVEN WENT AS FAR AS TO ASK MY MANAGER. I thought this was fake news so I legit asked my manager about it yesterday and she confirmed that he did indeed approach her to ask if I left the store, if I’m single, and to put a word in. Guys I literally like. I’m so flattered. Obviously I politely rejected and said I’m in a lovely happy relationship but I’m just like??????? Hello?? ME? I accidentally pulled a hot guy purely based off my aura alone? I’m just that girl and anyone who says I’m not is lying!

Been having hella relationship problems for months and nearly got dumped the other day and I just found out fine shyt from work had a secret crush on me… is this my sign

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need jake sully so bad

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Been having hella relationship problems for months and nearly got dumped the other day and I just found out fine shyt from work had a secret crush on me… is this my sign

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KIM JUN-HEE (PLAYER 222) in Squid Game Season 3

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player 333

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PROMPTS THAT START WITH "PLEASE..." *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

please don't leave me.

please go away and never return.

please give me one more chance to prove myself.

please don't say that to me ever again.

please try harder next time.

please grab that for me.

please stay close to me.

please touch me.

please stay.

please do this for me.

please listen to what i say.

please go away.

please tell me what's really on your mind.

please tell me the truth.

please don't say things like that.

please don't look at me like that.

please stop judging me for my choices.

please try to see things from my perspective.

please say my name again.

please tell me what it is you need.

please don't ever leave me again.

please put that down.

please look at me while i'm talking to you.

please put down the gun.

please put down the sword.

please tell me everything you know.

please be honest with me.

please stop.

please listen.

please cut out the bullshit.

please tell me how you feel.

please get that for me.

please take a bite and tell me what you think.

please sit down.

please don't slouch.

please fix your shirt.

please wipe your face.

please call me later.

please don't make this harder than it needs to be.

please stop pretending you care about me.

please don't lie to my face.

please learn to accept me as i am.

please keep it down.

please stop smiling at me.

please get over yourself.

please stop taking all the credit.

please don't talk over me.

please shut the fuck up.

please do!

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stop earning advanced degrees i need you to finish your fanfiction

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"I NEED TO STOP AND REST" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue for taking a break, adjust as necessary

give me a minute to catch my breath.

you go on without me.

i'll just be a minute.

we should camp here.

i don't think i can take another step.

you're falling asleep standing up.

i think we should stop for a while.

we can't fight them if we're exhausted.

it's time for a break.

we'll pick this up tomorrow.

you need to rest. that's an order.

you're going to fall over.

i don't think i can take much more of this.

sit down before you hurt yourself.

you're going to tear those stitches right open if you don't stop.

i need you to stop and listen to me.

you can't save anyone if you're exhausted.

you need your rest.

i'm not asking you to sleep, i'm telling you.

pushing it won't do you any good.

we'll take turns keeping watch.

tell them we'll make camp here.

i'm stopping to rest. you can keep going.

sit down before you hurt yourself.

you'll pull a muscle if you don't stop.

listen to me. you have to take a break.

i'm out of breath.

just give me five minutes to sit down.

i'll be fine with some rest.

let me sleep for a while and then we can go on.

i won't do any good if i'm exhausted.

you won't save anyone if you're like this.

slow down.

you're just making it worse by not stopping.

you'll work yourself half to death.

i'm not letting you do this.

when are you going to think of yourself?

break time's over.

you'll just make your injury worse.

i'll keep watch while you sleep.

you need your sleep just as much as i do.

we have to be at our best if we want to save them.

at least take a five minute break.

give yourself some time to collect yourself.

i insist you take a break.

i can't go on.

i'll pass out if i keep at it.

never thought i'd be the one saying this, but i need to stop.

sleep would be great.

i'll just close my eyes for a few minutes.

wake me when it's over.

tell me when we're getting ready to leave.

this looks like the perfect place to take a nap.

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“What if I write it and it’s bad-”

WHAT IF YOU WRITE IT AND ITS GOOD? WHAT IF YOU WRITE IT AND ITS EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANTED? WHAT THEN????

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i want to write but writing doesn’t want me bro

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ENDGAME — "i really don't want to lose you, please keep that in mind." w/ tasm!peter 😁😁

hi lovely roma!!! thank u for ur request x join the celly!

tasm!peter parker x fem!reader, 0.7k words

Peter hates when you’re upset with him. He can’t stand it, seeing your face crumple like that, your shoulders slump like you’re trying to curl into yourself like a roly poly bug. He wants badly to make amends, to kiss you and be forgiven, but he’s afraid he’ll make it worse. Besides, he’s not sure he deserves to be forgiven. It’s his fault you’re upset, anyway.

He knocks softly on your door. He’s softened to see that you haven’t shut it all the way — you’ve left a tiny two inch gap between the door and its’ frame. Still, he knocks.

“Sweetheart? It’s me, can I come in?”

He hears you sniffle like you’ve been crying, and it feels worse than any punch to the gut Peter’s ever gotten. There’s a pause, then,

“Yeah, okay,” you say.

Peter pushes the door open, the wood shushing over the soft carpet. You’re sitting with your back to him on the edge of the bed, knees pulled to your chest. Peter frowns.

“Hi,” he says, hesitating in the doorway.

You twist around. Your eyes aren’t red, but your cheeks look flushed like you’ve been crying. You give him a weak smile.

“Hi,” you say, voice thick.

Peter moves forward. He’s not sure if you want him to hug you, so he stands at the end of the bed where he can see you properly. You’re still very pretty, even upset at him like this.

“I, um. I wanted to say I’m sorry,” he says thickly. He feels a bit like he might cry, but he knows that’ll only make it worse. He swallows around the thick lump in his throat. “I should’ve been more careful. I’m sorry for scaring you.”

You blink and then quickly look away from him, dropping your legs over the side of the bed. You rub your hands harshly over the length of your thighs.

“I was really scared,” you say feebly.

Peter’s heart splits clean in two. It had all been so stupid — he’d stayed out on patrol later than usual. He’d taken a fall while fighting off a couple of burglars and hit his head hard on the concrete. He thought he was fine, and hadn’t realised how bad it was until he got home and collapsed in your arms, unconscious. It was only for half a minute, but you were already enough worried when he didn’t come home on time, and you’d panicked yourself into thinking he was dead.

He’s fine now. Apart from his heart feeling so heavy he’s surprised he hasn’t toppled over yet. He’s probably got a concussion, but he’s not gonna let that stop him from apologising to you profusely.

“I know,” he nods, and moves to sit next to you on the bed. “I’m really sorry.”

You twist around to look at him. For a long moment you just gaze at him, like you’re trying to memorise his every feature. Peter wants desperately to hug you, squeeze you until all that upset seeps out of you like water from a sponge. He reaches for you.

“Can I hug you, sweetheart?” He asks.

You nod. Peter grabs you, wiggling closer on the mattress to wrap you in his arms in a warm, solid hug. You push your arms around his waist and hold him like you’re afraid he’ll slip away. He’s not planning on going anywhere anytime soon, but it still melts his heart.

He strokes your hair. “I’m sorry, angel,” he says over the top of your head. “Is there anything I can do to make it better?”

You take a big breath and hold him closer still.

“I really don’t want to lose you,” you say quietly, your voice muffled in his shirt. “Please keep that in mind.”

Peter’s heart gives a lurch. He knows the feeling. He wouldn’t know what to do if he lost you, so he can imagine how you feel. Though, you’re not so reckless as him. He’s working on it.

“Okay,” he says. He presses his cheek to the top of your head. “I will, I promise. I’ll be more careful.”

You interlock your fingers together at the small of his back and pull your face from his chest. Peter helps you, drawing one arm from around your back and pushing his hand under your jaw. Your eyelids flutter under his touch.

“You promise?” You ask softly.

Peter doesn’t know how he could ever say no to that. He dips his head and presses his mouth to your forehead.

“I promise, angel.”

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omg mal congrats on 8k 🖤 may i request venom with tasm!peter (or james 🫣) with the prompt “whispering words of admiration and love between a kiss”

hi angel thank u so much! went with peter cos I haven’t written him in forever hehe hope u enjoy!! join the celly

tasm!peter parker x fem!reader, 0.6k words

“You’re so pretty,” Peter murmurs against your lips.

You try not to melt. Peter’s got you pressed into his mattress, poised above you with his knee wedged between your legs. You’re not so much kissing him as letting yourself be kissed, too breathless and too flustered to do much else. One arm braced on the pillow next to your head, Peter uses his other to hold your shoulder, his thumb pressing into the hollow of your neck.

“You can't even see me,” you whisper back. It’s getting dark in his room, mostly shadows but for a few strips of pale moonlight painting the floor and wall. You don't know how long he’s been kissing you like this. You just know you’re dizzy enough that it could've been hours by now and you wouldn’t know.

Peter laughs against your tingling mouth. “Mm, but I just know you look so pretty right now,” he whispers. “You’re beautiful all the time.”

Warmth blooms in your chest like a flower in spring. You don't know why he has to say things like that. As if his kissing wasn’t enough already. It’s like he wants you dead.

Peter kisses the side of your mouth languidly. Then his lips start to migrate downwards, searching. He paints a hot, sticky trail of kisses moving towards your neck. Meanwhile you’re gripping his shoulders like they’re a lifeline, scared if you let go you’ll melt into the bed like a popsicle in the summer.

“D’you want a hickey?” Peter murmurs into the space under your jaw. His teeth graze your skin lightly and chills shoot down your spine. You grab him harder.

“Yeah, okay,” you nod. His head’s low enough now that you can push your hand up into his hair, fingers curling into the thick, messy strands at the nape of his neck. You push your other hand over the hill over his shoulder to hold his bicep.

Peter hums and his mouth moves downwards to your sweet spot, right in the juncture between your neck and shoulder. He kisses you first, a hot press of his sticky lips. Then his lips part, and his tongue pushes over your skin, warm and wet. You shudder.

Peter chuckles lazily into your neck. “You okay?”

You pinch his arm. “Shut up.”

You feel him smile. “Yes, ma’am.”

You’re about to say something smart back when his teeth scrape over your neck. You inhale fast and tug him closer, your heartbeat turning frantic. Peter takes your skin between his lips and sucks at it, bullying your neck with rough, open mouthed kisses and the scraping of his teeth. He kisses you like this until you go hot as coals under him, worse when he presses his knee up further between your thighs.

When he’s done abusing your skin, Peter straightens up, hovering above you. You can just make out his face in the semi-dark, handsome as ever, his lips swollen and his chest heaving. Your own chest heaves as he looks at you in silence.

”What?” You ask, shy under his heavy gaze.

Peter shrugs. “Nothing. You’re beautiful.” He ducks down to kiss you again, on the mouth this time. “I love you,” he murmurs softly.

You really truly think you might melt in his hands any second now. It’s only a matter of time, when he’s being this sweet on you.

“I love you, too,” you manage weakly.

Peter grins an amused sort of grin. You wonder if he’s teasing you for your inability to function properly, but you don't care enough to do anything about it.

“You want another hickey?” He asks. He thumbs your throat, where your skin feels sensitive and raw. You’re sure it's bright purple by now. “One isn’t really enough, right?”

You tug him back down in lieu of an answer. You don't think you could get the words out if you tried.