#congrats you’re getting posted twice in one day

[pkmn-smashorpass]

We really passing on the tentacled guy? Where my kinksters at

No wonder it went extinct :c

-🦀

Poor little guy

#hey crab man #I queued your other ask before you sent this one lmao #congrats you’re getting posted twice in one day #that’s maybe a P-SOP record #let me know if you don’t want to be called crabman but honestly that character is so good #but I’ll respect you #ask #anon #crab anon #pokemon #pkmn #pkmn smash or pass #smash or pass #pokemon smash or pass

[kyupidos]

CONGRATS ON 100! i've been a reader of yours since the beginning, and you've greatly improved; your writing is awesome,, you deserve the milestone! for your halloween event, id like to request the dialogue prompt: "ah, you've made the mistake in thinking that just because this is a couples costume that you get any kind of say in it. you don't, actually." with ace trappola,, i think it'd be really cute! thanks so much, congrats again!

10/19/23’s delivery 🏹✉️ twisted wonderland

prompt 3 🕸★ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊ 🕸★ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊ 🕸★ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊ ;; summary. ‘ah, you’ve made the mistake in thinking that just because this is a couples costume that you get any kind of say in it. you don’t, actually.’

100 follower milestone event homepage <- ! | event m.list

characters. heartslabyul : ace trappola ;; romantic . 🕸️ tags. reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader may or may not be yuu ( up to the reader ), romantic fluff

📞 _a/n. tysm for the congrats!! i’m glad you think i’ve improved, and i’ve noticed it too since i cringe at my earlier posts LMAO thanks for sticking around so long !! ( so sorry for getting this out so late, and so short too, but it’s been a busy couple days </3 )

a. trappola

— when you introduced him to the idea of matching costumes, it was safe to say that ace was feeling rather giddy. wearing couple costumes while traversing night raven for tricks and treats, the idea got him excited. of course he wouldn’t admit it, but even simple things like wearing matching fits always seemed to get his heart pumping faster than usual. for him, it was always in the little things, he supposed. you told him that you were going to go look for ideas on magicam, and for the few moments you stopped texting him, he spent internally giggling giddily to himself.

— some days, maybe two or three, had officially passed when you came up to him with whatever you apparently had in mind. you pulled up to his dorm, laying out on his bed the costume of choice. he stared, blinking once and then twice in perplexity of the costumes laid out, one of which being that of a cherry, and the other being a pie slice, presumably. “huuuh? what’s this?” ace questioned, with as much genuinity as possible as to not be rude, taking hold of the fabric of the cherry costume with his pointer and thumb finger, “this’s what we’re wearing?”

— in response to your casual nod, ace couldn’t help but tilt his head puzzledly. “of course, ‘cause you’re the cherry to my pie.” you spoke pridefully, peace sign in the air, and ace couldn’t help but snort. “eh, that so? then i guess i don’t mind it that much,” he accepted his fate easily, already used to your persistence even with the little things like this. maybe, he concluded, that’s why he enjoyed them so much, holding up the cherry costume completely with his fists now, looking at you as you held your own costume, holding it up to your chest as if to see if it fit, though you knew it did, in the meanwhile. “but i kinda figured we’d have a whole talk and a half about it.”

— you tutted smartly, wagging your pointer finger pointedly. “ah, you’ve made the mistake in thinking that just because this is a couples costume that you get any kind of say in it,” you lectured, a comedic sweat drop falling down the side of ace’s face as you easily continued, “you don’t, actually.” he just laughed in his amusement, ruffling his hair as he took a good look at his costume again. he guessed he did like it, after all—it wasn’t exactly what he expected it, but it was good enough for him. “alright then,” ace smiled for no reason in particular other than his mind wandering towards his daydreams of the both of you wearing your outfit together, “pie to my cherry, let’s wear it.”

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[adambja]

this is sort of long and i hope you know i mean well but i think i had to say this as a follower

i find it really frustrating you being so negative (by calling out drama on your page all the time, you post about your tapes with the hashtag void success and with that, your other asks too, all i see is your posts on the void success tag so there’s absolutely no useful info for me to grasp bc i follow you, i already keep up with your posts and don’t need to see it under the void success tag

so it would be helpful if you could stop using void success tag for posts that has nothing to do with “void success”

another thing

if you will stop talking about the hate, believe it or not, they will move on. The noise will die down, they are not obsessed with you to keep talking about you all day and night. If you can remove yourself from the situation (look at it through bird’s eye view)

you’ll actually see how that blog has let no wrong doings slide in the community ever since they got active.

Rosie left bc she kept lying to our faces all the time. Fleur who i genuinely think was a kind person also had some sort of talk going on, on that page but do you think she continued to talk about it over and over again on her page? no. She continued to help people, continued to get success stories on her page (which you are too, congrats on that)

Charm too cleared the air ONCE, when she was involved in drama, she moved on to do the same thing like fleur

charm had spoken up against unique and she left too (moonlight page didn’t exist then)

so you need to see that speaking up against wrong is important. That’s why they do what they do.

Why they talk about you even when you know you’re not doing anything wrong and only want to help:

People can’t afford your tapes and no one wants to shell out money when there are ample of resources out for free

Examples: pink purchased a custom void sub TWICE for us, with nothing to gain.

junfairykyu purchased a custom void sub and shared it with everyone, with nothing to gain.

konnie made a void sub with really good benefits for free (someone entered the void with it too)

i get that you also come across people who ask for too much, that are plain rude but to continue addressing them on your blog (yeah, tiring) we get that you had to deal w some terrible people but address it once and move on? why mention it in every other post.

(cause not everyone is greedy asking for more and more things from you, some simply follow you for advice, your personal experiences with the law and so on and so forth)

also;

you somewhat sound arrogant when you speak with so much confidence, (some (not i) might use the word cocky too) and of course i’m not asking you to do anything about it,

i am just letting you know as someone who’s also into psychology. (perceptions differ, you don’t have to agree (and i don’t mean to offend)

I know it’s up to you, your page, your rules but

as a follower i only say this cause i want to continue following you but if you keep talking about drama and how everyone is “greedy” then i guess i shouldn’t be here.

So if you wish to continue with your old patterns; let me know. Please don’t block me. I’ll unfollow.

Basically you should've came to my DMs

I love how you told me all this

The tag

it's connected to my blog I just can't change because of the posts I post here about the void

All these examples

I actually love these thank you for sharing these

But 😭😭 you don't understand what is happening people are lying to themselves about my tapes and coaching and I am just being dramatic

There's something about these patterns you are talking about - they aren't forced on me BUT I AM THE ONE CHOOSING THEM - because the first drama got me helping a lot of people and I am really glad it happened 💀💀!!

And I have been talking to myself about choosing something else like comfort aka just constant ignoring

Because it's literally marketing people are buying more tapes and coaching and I love coaching people that's why

I am free rn I won't be having that much time like rn on Christmas 😭!!

Also about the free tapes

Honey 😭!!!!!

It's available thru me via request thru my DMs

You can come and get it for free and I will never share it publicly

I won't block you - you aren't rude - you are just talking and I want this here (just talking) I really respect that - I am feeling good cause finally someone who got a brain is actually talking - NOT EVERYONE IS LIKE YOU

And actually I would love to know who is behind this anon mode 🫶🏻!

I am actually thinking about changing many things here so yeah I won't block you and if you wanna follow or unfollow it's okay - I am sure you will like my blog in the next few days - I've been preparing a lot posts during all that drama and they are already scheduled 😭😭😭!!!

And at the end I wanna say "greedy" isn't about everyone I never specified if it's about someone or everyone!

BUT AGAIN THERE ARE NO GREEDY PEOPLE THEY ALL ARE BLOCKED and like

People who are asking for the free tapes aren't greedy at all 😭😭😭!!! They are fine af - most of them are so nice!

Me being "arrogant" it's because I was just dramatic

And about the confidence yes I am so confident it should empower you not make you feel bad - also the why? It's because I know what I am doing + I know why am I here! So ofc I am confident about every single step I take here!

AGAIN I really respect how long you typed this and I appreciate you being so honest with me 😭

I PROMISE I WILL NOT EVEN TALK ABOUT ANY HATE ANYMORE ALSO THE OTHER POSTS ABOUT HATE AND GREEDY PEOPLE WILL BE DELETED 💀! DON'T WORRY ABOUT THIS

#law of assumption #loa #neville goddard #self concept #loa success #loassumption #void success #success stories loa #self development #self esteem

[deeg9]

Chenford + Tim finds out about Nucy

Hey Anon - I've written 2-3 fics with scenes where Tim finds out but I'll share the most recent version below that I wrote with Quesera and WannaBeBold (I'm like 50% sure we already posted this on Tumblr but I honestly don't remember).

The One Where Tim Finds Out About Nolan

EXT. LA BREA - FOOD TRUCKS - DAY 

Officers Celina and Thorsen are sitting at a table out of earshot while Nolan and Lucy wait for their lunch orders from the food truck. Last night at happy hour, Tim and Lucy announced to everyone they’d been dating for a while. 

NOLAN 

“So, have you told Tim that we used to date?”

LUCY

(shakes her head)

“No, not yet. Why?”

NOLAN

“Just estimating how much time I left have to finish writing my will.” 

LUCY

(laughs)

“Good point… I’ll tell him tonight.” 

NOLAN

(squirms)

“How about tomorrow?” 

LUCY

“Why?” 

NOLAN

“I can’t get a flight to Japan tonight but I can probably find one tomorrow. I’ve been meaning to visit Henry and Abigail anyway.”

LUCY

“Oh, shut up. It’ll be fine. He won’t even care.”

END SCENE 

INT. BAR - WILSHIRE BLVD - NIGHT 

A few months later, the Midwilshire gang is gathered at their favorite bar to celebrate Tim and Lucy who just got engaged. 

NYLA

(holds up a finger)

“Okay, okay, but wedding rule number 1: No exes.” 

TIM

“Normally, I’d agree. But Lucy and Rachel are good friends–”

NYLA

(interrupts)

"No exes! Do you want to sit there knowing one of your guests has done the dirty with your future wife?"

TIM

(opens his mouth to respond) 

LUCY 

“Oh, come on. All of that is in the past. And what about Nolan? He has to be there.” 

Tim reels back.

TIM

(his response comes out in a choke)

“Nolan?” 

GREY

“Oh, dear lord, someone please burn my ears off.”

LUCY

(taps her chin with her finger)

“That’s right… I just thought about telling you but I never actually got around to it.” 

NOLAN

(whispers)

“You said you were going to tell him months ago.”

LUCY

(shrugs)

“I forgot.”

THORSEN

(shudders)

“Uck. And I thought the bar was too low with Chris. No offense, man.” 

NOLAN

“I mean… I’m a little offended. I’m better than Chris.” 

The crew looks around at everywhere but at Nolan.

NOLAN (cont.)

(rolls his eyes)

“Wow.”

NYLA

“Really, Lucy? No one told you that was a bad idea?” 

LUCY

“Well, Talia brought it up once or twice. How dating a cop was bad for my career…”

Tim laces his fingers through Lucy’s reassuringly. 

NYLA

(waves her hand) 

“No, no, not that. Screw that.”

NYLA (cont.)

(teasingly)

“I’m talking about dating Nolan being a bad idea.” 

BAILEY

“Hey! Now I’m offended.”

NOLAN

(to Nyla in mock offense)

“What the heck? I thought I was your favorite.”

NYLA

"Now who told you that?" 

Nolan points at Angela. 

ANGELA

(shakes her head nonchalantly)

“Hmm... That doesn’t sound like me…” 

NOLAN

(exasperated) 

“You started this, Aaron. The next round is on you.” 

THORSEN

(nods unapologetically)

“Fair.”

LUCY 

(chuckles)

“I’ll come help.”

Thorsen and Lucy head to the bar.

Emmett walks up and pats Tim on the back.

EMMETT

“Hey man, I heard you’re getting married. Congrats.”

TIM

(stares at him for a moment before responding)

“How did you know I was getting married?” 

EMMETT 

(points at Bailey)

“I just joined the 122. Bailey’s house.”

Tim closes his eyes and sighs.

BAILEY

(slowly pushes Emmett back toward the other end of the bar where firefighters are gathered)

“This is not the best time.” 

Thorsen and Lucy return and start topping off glasses from the freshly filled pitchers.

WESLEY

(to Tim)

“If it makes you feel any better, we didn’t know either.”

Angela suddenly finds a spot on the wall very interesting. Wesley notices immediately. 

WESLEY (Cont)

“Right, Ang?” 

Everyone’s waiting for her to respond.

ANGELA

“Oh, please. Of course I knew! I just didn’t stick my nose in their business like Talia did.” 

WESLEY

“What? Why didn’t you tell me?” 

ANGELA

“Because you turn into a gossipy little schoolgirl when you drink.”

WESLEY 

(hangs his head)

“I do not…” 

JAMES

(clears his throat and pats Wesley on the back) 

“You really do, bud.” 

TIM

"What about me?" 

ANGELA

"What about you?"

TIM 

"Seriously? You're my best friend."

ANGELA

"You two had vibes. There was no way I was telling you." 

TIM

"When she was my rookie? No, we did not."

People are nodding along with Angela and muttering under their breath. 

TIM

(leans in)

“What was that?”

Lucy elbows him in the side playfully.

CELINA 

(steps forward)

“Uh, sorry to interrupt, but I’m sensing someone coming through with a J name. He wants me to tell you there were definite vibes.” 

Her statement is met with stunned silence. 

CELINA (cont.)

(frowning)

“He also says Smitty owes him 20 bucks. Do you know who this is?” 

CELINA (cont.)

(before anyone answers, Celina’s face softens)

“But what he really wants me to tell you is… it’s about damn time.” 

Tim and Lucy smile sweetly at each other and he leans down to kiss her. Everyone in the room starts clapping, egging them on. Tim dips Lucy back and deepens the kiss as the Midwilshire crew cheers, the sound of glasses clinking in the air. 

END SCENE

Kudos and comments on AO3 are always appreciated! Thanks for reading.

#anon request #chenford fanfic #the rookie fanfic #by deeg9

[altsvu]

Gaga! Congrats on 200! Honestly I can't remember if i sent one in but for your celebration can I get a fic with Aaron using these prompts: “Are you wearing my shirt?” and “Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.” And can i get a compliment too? Again congrats on 200 lovely! Defs deserved! Will x

selfish

pairing: aaron hotchner x bau!female!reader

wc: 901

summary: aaron hotchner wants to show his *favorite* field agent just how selfish he can be with her.

tw: so much smut 😍

a/n: i am so sorry in advance that i’m just now posting this! i still hope you enjoy this. pls forgive me 🥹

💜- you’re such an amazing soul and your content looks really good!! (i haven’t had the chance to binge read) 🤍

criminal minds masterlist! ✯ taglist!

✯✯✯✯

“Aaron!” You shot up from your bed.

Yep, you had another dream about your boyfriend, a wet dream to be more specific.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t lying in bed with you, pulling your body down on him for you to ride him like he’s never had it before.

Moving your legs was hard having to feel how much moisture was produced in your sleep. Eventually you made it to the bathroom and cleaned up, then got ready for the long work day ahead of you. You were in a rush considering the fact that you slept through your alarm, so at this point you were grabbing whatever you thought would be fitting for the day. At the rate things were going so far, you hoped and prayed that something good would happen.

✯✯✯✯

It had been about a week since you and the BAU started working a case in the outskirts of Virginia, so luckily there was no traveling that needed to be done.

When you arrived, you wanted to be as invisible as possible. Just out of your luck, it didn’t work out too well.

“Y/N! It’s about time you came!” Derek laughed, pulling you into a hug.

“I’m not that late, only about 15 minutes.” you rolled your eyes.

“More like an hour. Regardless, Hotch needs to see you in his office.”

You lifted an eyebrow. “Uh, alright.

After putting your stuff down, you went up to his office and knocked on the door.

“Come in,” he responded.

You walked in and closed the door behind you. You then went over to him and he pulled you into a kiss.

“I missed you.” He whispered, guiding you to sit on his lap.

“Yeah? I did too,” you whispered back.

“What happened this morning? I called twice.”

He called?

You were a bit stunned at his question. You most definitely weren’t expecting him to ask.

“Uh, nothing, I just woke up late.” you said finally.

Aaron had a slight smile on his face as he examined you with his eyes. “You had one of those dreams again.”

“How-”

“I just know.”

And with that, Aaron reached for your button down and slowly tugged on each of the buttons, pulling them off.

“Wait a minute. Are you wearing my shirt?”

Fuck, he is very observant today.

“Yes,” you sighed. “I was rushing and this was the first thing I saw in my closet.”

“You look amazing in it,” He then whispered, “but you look even better naked.” His hands slid into your bra and cupped your breasts, rubbing your nipples with his thumbs.

“Aaron,” you moaned. “We’re doing this here? Right here?”

“Yes.” he whispered roughly against your neck.

A grin crept on your face and you took the liberty of pulling down his pants, revealing his girthy length. He pulled down your pants as well and slipped inside you in the swiftest motion. A moan escaped your lips.

“Shhhh, my love, we don’t want the others to hear how you’re taking my dick right now.” Aaron whispered against your neck, biting and kissing it.

The room was filled with your soft moans, his grunts, and the kisses that were exchanged until the both of you reached your highs. Aaron covered your mouth so your beautiful sounds didn’t escape loudly, and you did the same to him.

“You’re so beautiful. That was beautiful.” Aaron whispered and you responded with a kiss. You already knew the rest of your day would go much better than expected after that.

After cleaning up, or at least trying to, and fixing your clothes, you walked out of Aaron’s office giving him a wink.

You couldn’t stop thinking about that impromptu intimate session with Aaron, and you could tell he couldn’t stop either. During the two briefings that were held throughout the day, he kept sneaking looks at you, and they weren’t your casual looks either. It was one of those looks that indicated that he wanted more, that he wanted you all to himself at all hours of the day.

He made no hesitation making that clear at the end of the day.

It was just like every other night where it was just you and him left in the office. As you were finishing up your last report for the day, Aaron came out of his office, signaling you to come up and cure his loneliness.

And so you did.

For more.

And more.

At that point the rest of the building heard your cries and his groans.

“Aaron. This is so much in just one day.” You breathed out, leaning your head against his shoulder, staring mindlessly at the pile of clothes on the floor.

“We can go again if you’d like.” He grinned, pulling the blanket he brought out closer to the two of you.

“Absolutely not.”

Aaron laughed. Comfortable silence came shortly after. the two of you enjoying each other’s company.

“Call me selfish, but I don't ever want anyone else to touch you." Aaron said after a while.

You smiled and looked at him. You knew there was a reason behind why he always wanted to be with you. “That’s very selfish, Aaron. But I like it.”

“I’m glad you do.”

And with that, the two of you finally decided to go home, with you knowing in your mind that you were locked in him for a very long time.

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[venndaai]

you have such good taste in books it’s fr gotten to the point where if u post about something more than like once or twice i pretty much immediately go open libby and put it on hold

Wow well that’s very flattering and also intimidating! If you’re thinking of picking up Lymond, just remember I’ve spent half of my live-blog yelling angrily- I think I still recommend the series, though, just for the sheer wild insanity of the experience.

Thinking about it, I don’t read a lot of books these days, and the ones I get into fannishly are exclusively those that fit a certain criteria of loyalty kink + queerness + problematic poor little meow meows + unreliable narration… congrats on having similar good taste 😘 you should rec me some of your favorites!

#replies #anonymous

[ossified-hypothesis]

How to fail miserably at making pancakes: a comprehensive guide by yours truly

Step one: Be me! (0/10, would not recommend)

Step two: Overhear someone mention pancakes, and remember how much you enjoy them. Huh, it’s kinda weird that you haven’t eaten them in a while!

Step three: Remember that it is Shrove Tuesday aka Pancake Day today - the perfect opportunity to make some pancakes if ever there was one. What could possibly go wrong?

Step four: Conveniently forget that all your previous attempts to make pancakes have ranged from mediocre to outright disastrous. The tragedy of your repeated failures is a yearly leitmotif in the symphony that is your life but, alas, you’ve mangled the lyrics into nonsensical mondegreens.

Step five: Look up a recipe! It’s important that you don’t use the same recipe twice for that all-important unfamiliarity with what you’re doing. Bonus points if it only has the absolute bare minimum of instructions!

Step six: Despite being the sort of person who is, ordinarily, a measure-out-the-ingredients-exactly-to-the-gram, any-deviation-from-the-recipe-is-sacrilege type of baker, decide to use the recipe merely as inspiration rather than following it faithfully. It makes sense to you that pancakes should be measured by what feels right in your heart, and not by the dry, lifeless words of someone who has taken the time to perfect a recipe and post it on the internet. Besides, why would the measurements be in cups if precision was important?

Step seven: Realise that you are using self-raising flour instead of the plain/all-purpose flour the recipe probably intended. Unsure whether to still add the stated amount of baking powder or to omit it entirely, you reach an unhappy compromise whereby you add an arbitrary amount that is between these two extremes. On a whim you also add some cocoa powder. Chocolate can make anything better, right?

Step eight: Notice that, on mixing the ingredients together, it is somewhat runnier than anticipated, and sprinkle in some extra flour; it’s not important how much. The mixture now has unappealing lumps in it. At this stage the alarm bells have begun to ring, but you are ignoring them with all the zeal you usually reserve for procrastinating important life stuff in the naive hope that this will magically result in delicious pancakes (it will not).

Step nine: Time to start cooking! You break out your special tiny pancake-sized frying pan and, after heating a little oil, scoop a dollop of pancake mixture into the pan in eager anticipation. It sizzles and bubbles enticingly. Is this what success looks like?

Step ten: One side successfully cooked, it is time to flip the pancake! It is now that a crucial piece of information finally makes it to the forefront of your brain: you are utterly incompetent at pancake flipping. You’re (rather ironically) a total flop. If someone put a gun to your head and told you to perfectly (or even adequately) flip this pancake on pain of death, the resulting splatter of brains against the kitchen wall would be significantly less messy than the carnage resulting from what you are about to do next. You tentatively lift the edge of the pancake with the spatula and, buoyed by its apparent solidity, attempt to cleanly lift it off of the pan. It instantly crumples like an accordion. It takes several more attempts to turn it over.

Step eleven: Congrats, you’ve cooked your first pancake! You warily take a bite and discover it’s only edible with the addition of copious amounts of golden syrup. You can live with that. It’s disappointingly flat though, and you wanted really fluffy pancakes. Maybe you should have added the rest of the baking powder? You add the extra baking powder to the remaining mixture. It’s even lumpier now.

Step twelve: Time to make pancake number two! The first one was just a practice so this next one can only be better. At the last minute you add extra pancake batter to the pan in the hope of getting that additional height on the pancake. A foolproof strategy, you think to yourself. You flip the pancake. A tsunami of pancake mixture sloshes over the edge of the pan, while the cooked side is busy drowning itself in the excess batter that remains. You utter a small, sad sigh of defeat and transfer the cooked pancake to your plate.

Step thirteen: Third time lucky? you find yourself thinking. Surely you’ve got the hang of it by now, or at the very least learnt from your mistakes. You add a reasonable amount of batter, wait for it to cook, and flip it with more confidence than you have any right to possess given your previous two attempts. The pancake promptly lands half out of the pan, forcing you to corral the wayward mixture back in. Most of the outside of the pan is now coated in pancake batter.

Step fourteen: Internally weeping at the knowledge you’ll have to scrub both the frying pan and the hob later, you attempt to save time by scraping the worst of the batter off the pan while the pancake finishes cooking. You’re using a gas hob. Pancake mixture, as it turns out, works quite well as the fuel for a fire, and instantly catches alight when brought into the proximity of the naked flame. You stare at the flaming batter on the edge of the spatula and debate the respective merits of using the fire blanket versus letting the inferno erase all evidence of your pancake-related crimes.

Step fifteen: Wanting neither the hassle of walking across the room to fetch fire safety equipment nor having to explain to your flatmates why you burnt the flat down, you instead decide to gently decant the batter onto the metal of the hob next to the one you’re using and let the fire burn itself out. You find it nostalgically reminiscent of all the times you used to torch random objects in the Bunsen burner at school. Ah, science.

Step sixteen: You suddenly remember that, this whole time, your final pancake was still cooking, and transfer it to the plate with the others. The bottom of it is, of course, rather burnt. You are glad that pancakes are unable to render judgement, as you are certain that if they could this malformed stack would wholeheartedly condemn you.

Step seventeen: Now to consume the efforts of your labour! In the interests of your limited budget and minimising food waste, you resolve yourself to eating the entire thing in a state of misery and despair. You take a bite. They taste of baking powder and regret.

Step eighteen: Vow to never make pancakes again. You definitely won’t forget this time! (You definitely will)

#I just wanted a delicious pancake on pancake day was that too much to ask :(

[fantasticalleigh]

LOL! You're the one who eats shit because you're sucking down shitty protein shakes in your quest to become Anorexia Taylor-Joy. Congrats for keeping the diet industry in business, so it can go on driving women to eating disorders and the like. You hate your body. I feel sorry for you, all that time and energy wasted on chasing an image you will *never* obtain.

Nobody cares about your puerile posts about your boring sessions at the gym, or what you ate or didn't eat, or how "lumpy" you feel you are today. This is tumblr, where we say "fuck you" to all that stuff. If you can't figure that out, you're just plain stupid, or you like sounding like a sad, diet-obsessed person with zero self esteem. It's like you shit yourself in public and you're too dumb to know why people are pointing and laughing at you.

this is some serious projection. you need help.

you know why i train so much and eat a lot of protein? it’s so i can grow muscle, my dear. my aim has always been to gain strength.  my body is lumpy in some places and firm in others because just like you, i’m made of fat and bone and muscle. i can describe myself however the fuck i want and yet for some reason “lumpy” really seems to have struck a nerve in you--i wonder why?

and if no one else cares about my posts? boo-fucking hoo. it’s still my blog and i still get to post about it if i want to because weightlifting is a big part of my life and it’s something i love doing. it’s leg day for me today anyway which is great bc i love those, and you damn better bet i’m gonna have a protein shake afterward. it’s gonna be vanilla flavor. and i’m gonna dedicate that shake to you, anon.

I don’t know who the fuck you are but you sound like you’re 15.  you’re accomplishing nothing other than hurting yourself by spewing this shit at me. I already said unfollow me and go eat shit but i guess you need to be told things twice.

#notice how they keep bringing up diet obsessed #when have i ever posted about food restriction or diet planning?? lmao #go touch a field #or like i said yesterday #talk to me off anon if you're so concerned #bet you won't #implying i'm anorexic of all things jfc #i've barely talked about all the muscle i've put on this past year #bc i wanna keep the illusion that i'm not that self-obsessed but DAMN these biceps are popping lately #and my lil baby quads are finally showing up more if i do say so myself #and my lats have grown so much they make my shirts tight across the chest lmao i've actually gone UP a size or two bc of muscle! #imagine that! #it's almost like you don't know me! :) and what a friggin relief

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

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scum of the earth

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ʚ Naoya Zen'in x chubby fem reader ɞ

Part 1 ♥︎ Part 2 ♥︎ Part 3 ♥︎ Part 4 ♥︎ Part 5

❥ Word Count: 6.2k

❥ CW: chubby fem reader, smut, friends with benefits, daddy kink, suggestive stuff, misogyny, sexism, bullying, fatphobia, a bit of angst/hurt at the end

❥ A/N: heyyyy. So ummm part 2 got so long that i have to split it up so in will actually post on tumblr sksksk so now you get four parts instead of three! Congrats sksksk. If the ending seems a bit off it's bc this part wasn't supposed to end there, so ig you could say there's a cliffhanger? ALSO, the first section is supposed to take place in the past, which is why the quotations are italicized. Hope that's clear! Anyways enjoy 💕

“No.”

“Aw, c’mon princess, don’t be like that—”

“No, Naoya, that sounds like a horrible idea.”

That’s how it’d started. You were minding your business as usual, getting your mail when a disgustingly familiar face showed up and started bothering you. You had done your best to avoid Naoya since that night, ducking behind corners when he came around and scoping out the scene before you dashed out of your apartment and past his. You were bound to run into each other, being neighbors and all, but you hoped that you would’ve been able to avoid him for longer than a week.

“You’re avoiding me,” he had accused. He was right, but you still didn’t want to admit it.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t play dumb, sweetheart. The innocent act doesn’t suit you.”

You’d expected him to bully you, to pull out all the stops in order to make your veins bulge with rage. You didn’t expect him to flirt. You definitely didn’t expect him to suggest being friends with benefits.

“What?”

“C’mon, you heard me. I think it would be mutually beneficial.”

“Fuck no.”

“At least think about it—”

“No.”

“Aw, c’mon princess…”

He’d followed you up the stairs, listing off all the pros to his awful proposition. You’d tried to ignore him, truly, but he was like a mosquito you couldn’t shake off or smack dead. You didn’t take what he said seriously until he blocked your path to your apartment.

“You’re really not going to give it a thought?”

“No, Naoya. I’d rather die than be your fuck buddy.”

“Funny, you didn’t seem to feel the same last week—”

“Oh, fuck off—”

“Come oooooooon,” he’d whined, caging you in against the wall, keeping an arm up so you couldn’t run away and lock yourself into your home. “You can’t deny that it felt good. Didn’t even take ten minutes to make you cum twice.”

“You say that as if you didn’t cum right after.”

“So what? Still made you cum before me.”

You wanted to punch him, wanted to wipe that stupid smirk right off his face. How dare he act so smug about a one night stand? All he’d done was get his dick wet and yet he acted like he hung the stars in the sky. Fucking asshole.

“You’re so full of yourself.”

“You were full of me too.”

God¸ he was awful, so fucking arrogant and annoying, with his stupid straight teeth and snarky smile and dirty blonde hair. Did he dye it or was the two-toned hairstyle natural? It looked too soft to be bleached. And did his brown eyes always bore into you like that, like he was digging for some long lost treasure?

“And how many women do you have this kind of relationship with?”

“None, technically.” He’d leaned against the wall, one hand tucked in his sweatpants while the other brushed his knuckles against the wall, inches away from your side. “I don’t usually fuck the same pussy twice.”

“Oh wooow, I feel so special,” you groaned with a roll of your eyes, crossing your arms and looking away. He clicked his tongue, slipping closer to you, sneaking his hand to your lower back.

“Come on, baby. Don’t be so cold to me.” He dipped down towards your neck, breath fanning your ear as he began rubbing circles into your back. “You should be flattered. It’s not every day that I pursue a woman.”

“Yeah, especially a fat woman, right?”

“So feisty,” he breathed, nosing at your neck, lips brushing against you. “Here I am, trying to be all sweet and nice, and you treat me like this? Such a mean girl. I outta teach you a lesson.” You scoffed, pushing him off and putting some distance between you.

“I’m not falling for this ‘sweet and nice’ act you’re putting on. Don’t pretend like you haven’t been an asshole to me since the day we met. I haven’t forgotten how you’ve treated me.” Naoya hummed, following you as you moved around him to get to your apartment.

“Well, how ‘bout I make it up to you, princess? Hm? Make you feel so good you forget about all the mean things I’ve ever done to you?”

“Do you ever shut up?” you asked rhetorically, pulling out your keys to unlock your door. Naoya snatched yours keys up, holding them over your head. “Hey!”

“Just one night, okay? Just to test the waters. If you hate it, fine, we can go back to being shitty to each other. But I think we could both have a lot of fun if you just gave it a chance.”

“You’re impossible.”

“And you’re kinda cute when you’re mad. What’s your point?”

Your cheeks burned, body heating up at his compliment. God, you really hated him. Why did someone so annoying have to be so handsome? Why couldn’t you have attracted some skinny white guy instead, someone nonthreatening who actually treated you right? Why’d you have to attract the rich piss boy next door?

“Why do you wanna fuck me so bad, huh? You can’t find any other poor girl who’s insecure enough to open her legs for you?” He shrugged, leaning against your door, swinging your keys around his finger.

“You may be the exact opposite of what I’m looking for in a woman, but you’ve got a great pussy.”

“Wow, what a compliment.”

“Hey, you asked. Can’t blame me for being honest. It’s not my fault you were leaking like a goddamn faucet—”

Your hand had slammed on his mouth, shutting him up as you heard footsteps approaching. The two of you stayed still, waiting until the person passed your floor and continued onward. You let out the breath you were holding, releasing Naoya and glaring at him when he snickered.

“Look, just give me my keys and—”

“Not until you say ‘yes’.”

“Oh my God, Naoya! Why the fuck would I agree to something like this? You treat me like shit and expect me to just take it without complaints. You’re the worst person I’ve ever met.”

You weren’t sure if it was just your mind playing with you, but you could’ve sworn that you saw his narcissistic façade falter that day. You didn’t have time to process if you were correct or not when his sneer came back to life.

“Jesus, you’ve made your point. I’m an asshole, absolute trash, scum of the Earth, blah blah blah. You wouldn’t fuck me again if I was the last person on the planet; I get it. So do you wanna have sex or should I go back to bullying you for entertainment?”

You blinked, eyes narrowing at his choice of words.

“… Are you saying you won’t bully me if we start fucking each other regularly?” Naoya shrugged.

“Sure. I’d get a lot more out of fucking you than making fun of you.”

Your body relaxed slightly, the prospect of your nightmare of a neighbor finally leaving you be settling in. If he kept his word and didn’t bully you anymore, then even the thought of fucking him didn’t leave a sour taste in your mouth. He was handsome (unfortunately), and he was good enough in bed that you would choose him over your toys. Maybe if he shut his mouth, you could even imagine he was someone else—

Your keys were dangled in your face, jingling quickly. You blinked, looking up to meet Naoya’s confident gaze.

“Well? What’s it gonna be, pretty girl?”

“Oh fuck… t-touch my clit, please—”

Naoya groaned behind you, but not in the way he had been for the past ten minutes.

“God, seriously? Why can’t you just do it yourself? I’m kinda busy here.” You huffed, looking over your shoulder and glaring back at him.

“Naoya, I will leave this apartment and never fuck you again if you don’t put in a little more effort here.” Naoya rolled his eyes, letting out an exasperated groan.

“God. Fine, but don’t complain about being sore later.”

“Fine, whatever, just touch me already.”

You could hear Naoya huff behind you—whether it was in a humorous or annoyed way, you couldn’t tell—his chest pressing against your back, his arm curling around you. He palmed your mound, squeezing the excess flesh before slipping his fingers between your chubby lips, targeting your clit. You mewled at the added pressure, arching your back further, pushing your ass back into his hips. He chuckled behind you, tucking his chin into your neck.

“There she is. There’s the sweet girl I know.”

“Just shut up and make me cum.”

“Yeah, yeah, quit whining. I’ve got ya.” His hips shifted forward before he pulled them back, thrusting back into you. You whined at the newfound pace, lowering yourself to your elbows so you could push yourself back into him easier. The friction on your clit felt wonderful, as well as the constant rubbing against your g-spot, your climax growing with each passing moment.

You hated to admit it, but you actually enjoyed having sex with Naoya. Obviously he was still the same asshole as before, but god damn it, he sure knew how to curl his hips to hit that delicious spot deep inside you. He had actually kept his promise the past month as well, avoiding any and all harsh words that he carelessly hurled at you in the past. Sometimes, in the throughs of your orgasm and blinding passion, you actually felt content with this whole stupid arrangement. That is, you were until Naoya opened his big fat mouth again.

“Gonna cum, princess? Hm? Gonna cream all over Daddy’s cock?” You made a disgusted sound.

“Oh Lord, don’t fucking—shit—c-call yourself that.”

“Aww, you don’t like it? But you clenched down on me and everything.” He nibbled at your ear, his free hand finding your breast and squeezing, tugging your hardened nipple. “I think your pretty pussy likes when I call myself ‘Daddy’. At least she doesn’t lie to me.”

“God, just—just shut—o-oh my God, I… I’m gonna c-cum—”

“Fuck, yeah you are. Gonna cum with ya, baby.” His finger quickened, rubbing back and forth incessantly, trying his best to make you cum first. “Say my name, fucking scream it. Let everybody know who’s making you feel this good.”

You liked his dirty talk the least out of all of this, but it still did the trick to push you over the edge. His words made your cunt throb, and soon enough you were cumming around him, his name coming out as a strangled moan. His groans only heightened your pleasure, and the resulting increase in his speed left you breathless, your mouth hanging open in a soundless scream as he pounded away at your fragile cunt. He didn’t last much longer: not even ten seconds later he was cumming himself, biting onto the back of your neck. You would have to scold him later for leaving a mark.

Despite just cumming, Naoya still managed to pump his cock into you languidly, riding out his high and extending yours. He pushed his cock as deep as it would go, wishing he could feel his cum seeping further into you instead of filling the condom he wore. He kept his hips flush against yours as the two of you caught your breath, his hands wandering over your frame, squeezing the plush of your breasts and sides.

It wasn’t long before he removed himself from you, sitting up and grabbing your hips, pulling out. He sighed, watching a glob of thick white lubrication drip out of you, biting back a groan. He allowed himself, for a moment, to imagine that it was his own cum instead, overflowing your tight cunt, unable to stay inside. He didn’t think about this for long—the last thing he wanted was for his cock to twitch back to life. Instead, he plopped down on the bed beside you with a loud exhale, rolling off his condom before tossing it in the trash.

He turned to you when you moaned softly, finally lowering your hips to the bed and stretching out. He let his eyes wander over your curves, the dip in your back and the swell of your ass. You pulled a pillow to your chest, cuddling it underneath you and relaxing with a loud sigh. He hated to admit it, but you looked pretty cute with your chubby cheek smushed against his pillow, your hair disheveled and skin glowing with sweat. You opened your eye just a bit, your gaze immediately falling on him. He felt his skin burn when you pulled your arm out from under you, reaching out to him and patting the bed. He swallowed hard, eyes darting over you.

“What?... You wanna cuddle or something?” You scoffed, rolling your eyes before pointing past him.

“Gimme my phone.” Naoya flushed, reaching for your phone on his nightstand.

“Use your words next time. Can’t read your mind.”

“Well, you should by this point.” The corner of his lip twitched as he brought his hands behind his head, clasping them together before lying back down. He stared at the ceiling, hearing the gentle thumping of your thumbs tapping against your phone. He wondered if he should grab his own phone, distract himself for a while before you eventually left him. Should he try to cuddle you anyways? It would be easy to wrap his arms around you and keep you snug against him until he was satisfied or had drifted off to sleep. It’s not like you would complain for that long: eventually you would just huff and let him do whatever he pleased as long as he didn’t interrupt whatever you were doing on your phone—

“Oi,” you grunted as you shuffled closer to him, resting your cheek against his chest. “I’m gonna take a shower before I go.” Naoya furrowed his brow.

“Why?”

“What do you mean ‘why’? I’m not waddling back home with pussy juice dripping down my legs.” He hummed, his arm wrapping around you, large hand resting against your back.

“Why not? I think it would be a good look for you.” You slapped his chest playfully, earning a chuckle as you pushed down the urge to smile. He wrapped his other arm around you once he settled down again, smirking knowingly at you. “You know what I think? I think you just wanna shower here because you like my expensive body wash.” You kept silent, tucking your face into his chest, trying to hide your suspicious look as he started laughing again. “I knew it—”

“To be fair,” you started, holding up your index finger, “it smells really good.”

“Ah, so you think I smell good.”

“Noo, I think your body wash smells good. Those are two totally different things.” The two of you were both snickering now, smiles bright and apparent. It was always like this during the afterglow of your hookups: regardless if either of you had an attitude before the encounter, it would dissipate during the event and leave the two of you as sweet as honey. You’d seen parts of Naoya after sex that you didn’t even know existed. In all honesty, it was refreshing. The more you learned, the less you hated him. Still didn't make him a good person, but he was much more tolerable now, even nice at times.

“Hmm, I guess I’ll let you shower, but only if I can join.” You groaned, rolling off of him and scooting towards the edge of the bed.

“You just wanna join so you can fuck me again.”

“And what’s so wrong with that?” he asked, following you to the bathroom, turning on the shower fan while you went to the faucet.

“I’ll let you join, but no funny business.”

“No funny business? None at all? What exactly does ‘funny business’ entail?” You felt his arms snake around your waist as you waited for the water to heat up, testing the temperature with your hand.

“It includes fucking, touching, groping—”

“I can’t even touch you?” he guffawed, pulling you tighter against him, pressing his cheek to your shoulder. “And here I was gonna offer to wash your back for you, be a real gentleman.” You snorted, letting out a howl of laughter.

“Please! You? A gentleman? Never gonna happen.” You stepped into the shower, presumably ending the conversation, but you kept the curtain open for him.

“Rude,” he replied, following after you. “I’m such a gentleman—”

“Mm-hm. Just not with me, right?”

“What’re you talkin about?” he cooed, watching you move under the stream, water trickling over your breasts. “I’m always a gentleman with you. I always get you nice and wet before I fuck you stupid.”

“Ooooh, okay, so a gentleman just does the basics to maintain a relationship. I get it now.” Naoya’s face flushed, heart skipping a beat as he stepped closer to you, meeting you under the shower head.

“Now who said we were in a relationship? You trynna tell me somethin, princess?” He hated how you rolled your eyes and turned your back to him, grabbing his loofah and body wash.

“Don’t get your hopes up. We have a sexual relationship, Naoya, nothing more.”

“You don’t gotta tell me twice,” he replied quickly, grabbing the loofah from you once it was covered in bubbles. “As if I’d ever want to be stuck with you.”

“Mm-hm. You gonna wash my back like you promised or what?”

He sighed, stepping towards you again. His eyes roamed your back as he brought the soap to your skin, rubbing it gently over your frame, pushing down the heavy feeling in his chest. He must just be thirsty. He couldn’t find any other explanation for the lump in his throat.

“What’re you smiling at?”

A hand clapped on Naoya’s back, causing him to lurch forward slightly. He glared at the man laughing beside him, turning off his phone when his second friend popped up beside them.

“Yeah, what’s got you so cheery lately? You finally find some poor girl to date you or somethin?”

“As if,” Naoya grumbled, shaking off the first guy and shoving his phone back in his pocket. “I’m not easy like you two. I don’t date just anyone.”

“Asshole,” the first man snickered, elbowing Naoya, making him shove he man back. “You can’t lie to us. You spent the entire class texting. It had to have been some cutie because ain’t no way in hell you’re texting a guy all day. What’s her name?”

“None of your business,” Naoya barked, kicking the door open and walking out of the building, the two men trailing behind as they made their way to the parking lot.

“So it is a girl!” exclaimed the second man, bouncing up to Naoya’s side. “Is she hot? I bet she is; your standards are too high. What’s she like in bed?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Naoya sneered, swallowing the venomous bile building in the back of his throat. “I don’t fuck and tell—”

The two other men laughed loudly, obnoxiously, clearly not believing Naoya’s statement. His face burned as he stomped ahead of them, pulling his keys out of his pocket.

“Oh my god, you do like her!”

“When did this happen? You always talk about the girls you have sex with!”

“She must be pretty special for you to keep secrets about her—”

“Alright, enough.” Naoya snarled, unlocking his car and opening the door, throwing his bookbag in the passenger’s seat. “Since all you two wanna do is bother me, I won’t bother driving you back to your dorms.”

“Aw, come on, man! We were just playin’—”

“Don’t care. I’m not gonna deal with yall harpin’ on me about stupid shit while I drive.” The second man sucked his teeth, kicking at the concrete.

“Maaan, don’t do me like that! It’s like a mile back to my room, I’m tired—”

“Oh yeah?” Naoya replied, opening the driver’s door and smirking at his friends. “Sucks for you. Maybe you should mind your business next time.” He dipped into his car, shutting the door behind him and locking it immediately. He heard one friend try to open the backseat as he buckled himself in, turning the key in the ignition as the other knocked on his window. Naoya rolled his window down, smirking as his friend leaned down against the frame.

“I just want you to know, the next time I see this car, I’m slashing your tires.” Naoya scoffed, patting his friend on the shoulder.

“If you do that, I’ll sue your ass.” The man rolled his eyes, standing back up and moving out of the way as Naoya backed out of his parking space. The three exchanged middle fingers as he drove away, rolling up his tinted window as he left the parking lot and drove off campus.

“Buncha assholes,” he grumbled, slouching in his seat and resting his cheek against his fist. “Don’t know shit.”

He thought back to the management class he just left, one that he didn’t bother paying attention to because he already knew all the material and didn’t see the point in relearning it. You had texted him out of the blue, asking if he was busy later. After a bit of teasing, he finally got you to admit that you were horny and didn’t want to take care of things yourself, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit elated that you came to him now whenever you were needy. At first it was just him approaching you, which he was fine with, but now that the two of you were nearing the end of ten weeks of this “friends with benefits” relationship, you had finally gotten comfortable going to him whenever you wanted sex. Took her long enough, he had thought the first time, but he couldn’t deny the fluttering that had developed in his chest whenever your contact popped up without warning.

What’s more is that it wasn’t even always for sex. Sometimes you texted to ask him a question, maybe offer something that you cooked and made too much of. He pretended like he was neutral towards your innocent advances, but he secretly loved when you made three dozen cookies and gave him a plastic bag filled to the brim. No girl had ever done that for him before: he wasn’t exactly “nice” to women, so he wasn’t used to random acts of kindness like that. It was always in exchange for something, whether it be money or gifts or improved social standing. It was never unprompted where nothing was asked for in return, so he didn’t know how to handle it when you started showing this softer side to him.

He tried convincing himself that it didn’t mean anything, that you were just being nice because it was in your nature—he knew that you took food to work as well, even gave some to other neighbors, so it’s not like he was exactly special—but he silently hoped that he meant more to you than your other coworkers or friends. Was that normal? Was it normal to want to be wanted? He wasn’t sure. He was used to people chasing him, but the thought of chasing someone else felt silly and beneath him. But when it came to you… Well, maybe he could push those feelings aside.

His mind wandered further as he parked outside his apartment and left his car, briefly wondering if you’d be a good girlfriend. He already knew you had a great pussy, so sex wouldn’t be a problem, but your attitude could ruin things. You weren’t as submissive outside of the bedroom, and you were a stubborn ass, so he doubted you would be willing to drop everything to be his stay-at-home wife. But who knows? Maybe if he fucked you hard enough, he could convince you to be a good girl and do what he asked of you.

“Well well well. I was wonderin’ when you’d show up.”

Naoya froze, looking up at the man who had spoken to him, his stomach dropping when he instantly recognized who it was.

“What’re you doing here?”

Toji chuckled, taking one last drag of his cigarette before tossing it on the ground, stomping it out with the toe of his boot. He was wearing the usual raggedy clothes he had—a fitted black t-shirt with paint-splattered camo pants—but he also had a duffle bag slung over his shoulder, which was never a good sign.

“Good to see you too, man. How ya been? You weren’t answering your phone.”

“Yeah, that’s because I blocked you,” Naoya sneered, pulling out his wallet to get the keycard for his building.

“How rude. I expected better of you.”

“You never answered my question. Why are you here?”

“Chill out, dude. I’m just in town on business. Thought I’d visit ya.” Naoya scoffed as he unlocked the door, swinging it open.

“Cool, well, it’s been a great visit but I have shit to do—"

The door stopped before it could close, causing Naoya to glare back at Toji who had blocked it with his large foot.

“You’re not gonna invite me up? Been waitin out here for almost half an hour. The least you could do is offer me some water or somethin.”

“The last time I let you into my apartment, you wouldn’t leave for two months—”

“And who says I’m here to stay? I told you, I’m visiting.” Naoya sneered, tugging on the door again just to find that it wouldn’t budge.

“I don’t trust you.” Toji hummed, eyes narrowing menacingly.

“I wonder how uncle Naobito would react to hearing about how his favorite son has lost all his manners.” Naoya tensed, eyes widening slightly before his brow furrowed, searching his face. Toji had a good three inches on Naoya—something he always gloated about once Naoya was out of high school—so he was quite the intimidating figure. That, and the threat of his cousin snitching to his dad about his behavior, made Naoya huff angrily and let go of the door, turning quickly.

“You’ve got twenty minutes; then I want you gone.” Toji snickered, following Naoya up the stairs.

“I was actually gonna talk to you about that—”

“You’re not staying—”

“I was gonna offer some money.”

Naoya paused on the second floor, glancing back at his cousin who was smirking up at him on the stairs, his scar so apparent that it ruined his smile.

“…How much?” Toji shrugged.

“I was thinking ‘bout ten percent of what I earn while I’m here.” Naoya’s eye’s narrowed.

“Fifty percent.”

“Fifteen—”

“Thirty—”

“Twenty-five, and—” Toji walked up a few steps so he was level with Naoya, “I get to eat your food without you complaining.” Naoya tapped his finger against the railing, glancing to the side before looking back at him.

“For how long?” Toji shrugged again.

“No longer than two weeks. Probably closer to one.”

“Cash?”

“Cash.”

“Alright,” Naoya agreed, holding out his hand and letting Toji shake it, “but if you stay longer than two weeks, I’m bumping it up to thirty.”

“Deal.” Toji pat his shoulder roughly, continuing up the stairs. “Now hurry up and show me this fancy apartment of yours. I got tools in this bag; I wanna put it down.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Naoya grumbled, hurrying past him and up the stairs. “Just don’t touch anything—”

He froze once he reached his floor, eyes locked on you. You were leaning against the wall by his apartment, fiddling with your phone, a small box resting underneath your arm. Shit, he’d completely forgotten about you once he saw Toji. How was he going to explain—

“Hey,” Toji mumbled, nudging his cousin as he reached the same floor. “This your floor or not?”

“Uh… yeah… it is.”

“Well, then, let’s go.”

You checked your messages one more time, frowning when you saw that Naoya hadn’t even read your message. Did he stay behind and just forget to text you? Was he stuck in traffic? You hadn’t been waiting long, but you were too proud to stand outside a man’s door for longer than five minutes—

“Can I help you?” You looked up, your lip twitching when you saw Naoya approaching you, but your mouth soon turned downward when you saw the look on his face. Did something happen on the way home? Had someone cut him off?

“Uh, I—”

“Who’s this?” came a deep voice behind him. You looked past Naoya, eyes widening when you saw the large, towering figure come forward. Your eyes traveled from his dark hair and eyes to his broad chest, muscles bulging so much that you wondered how his shirt stayed intact. You forced yourself not to look too far down, fearing that you’d be able to see something large and thick pressing against his pants and that you wouldn’t be able to peel your eyes away. You looked back at his face, biting your lip when you saw the hungry smirk he gave you. “You Naoya’s girlfriend or something?”

“Hell no,” Naoya huffed, digging in his pockets for his keys. “She’s my annoying neighbor.” You blinked, clearly shrinking in on yourself as you processed the disgusted tone he had just used. You cleared your throat, turning back to the larger man.

“I’m sorry, um… wh-who are you?” His smirk grew as he outstretched his hand to you. Your eyes almost doubled in size when you saw how large his hand was. It could’ve easily covered your entire face.

“I’m Toji, Naoya’s older cousin. I doubt you’ve heard of me. What’s your name, gorgeous?” You shook your head slightly in shock, stopping yourself from imagining how those hands would feel on your body. You coughed slightly as you took his hand, giving a nervous smile as he shook your hand firmly.

“Um, m-my name's Y/N.”

“Y/N. Pretty,” he said with a suave smile. “Pretty name for a pretty girl.” You felt your heart flutter as you giggled shyly, but that feeling disappeared when Naoya scoffed, finally unlocking the door. You stared at his back as he walked inside, your heart sinking so low that you felt sick. Toji hummed beside you, moving into your line of sight and leaning against the doorframe. “Anything we can help you with, Miss Y/N?”

“Um…” You took a step back, looking down at the box you were holding, trying to come up with a reasonable excuse that wouldn’t make you look like a fool. “I… I made brownies, but I ended up with too many… I was gonna try and be nice and offer some to my neighbors… but clearly someone doesn’t want any because I’m annoying so I’ll just go ask—”

“Can I have one?” You paused, glancing up at him anxiously.

“Uhh… sure! Of course.” You removed the plastic lid on the box, holding it out in front of you so Toji could grab one. The brownie he picked looked small in his hand, and the bite he took got rid of almost half the baked good already. He furrowed his brow as he chewed, nodding and giving a soft moan.

“Hot damn… that’s fucking good.” He took another bite, the brownie almost gone. “You made this yourself? Like all of it was homemade?” You nodded eagerly, smiling when he whistled low and finished off the brownie.

“Holy shit, that’s incredible. That’s fucking awesome. The chocolate chips are a nice touch.” Your cheeks burned when he made eye contact with you, not breaking it as he licked the leftover chocolate off his fingers. You looked down, biting your lip to try and hide your smile.

“Well, thank you. That’s nice of you to say.”

“It’s the truth, sweetheart. I’d kill for another one of those.”

“Really?” Naoya heard you ask excitedly as he returned to the door. He scowled as he glanced past Toji to get a peek at you, his stomach twisting uncomfortably when he saw how gleeful you looked up at him. You’d never given Naoya that look before, and it just made him angrier to see it directed at his useless older cousin.

“Hell yeah. Haven’t had good home cooking like that in a long time. Miss it.”

“Oh, well… you can have the rest if you want.” Naoya bit his cheek to stifle his anger, fingers digging into his biceps.

“Oh shit, really? You don’t mind?”

“No, not at all! Like I said, I made plenty, so…”

“Well, what kind of man would I be if I rejected a pretty lady’s homemade food?” Naoya scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“Have fun fattening yourself up into a pig like her—ow!” Naoya rubbed his arm where Toji had punched him, glaring at him but immediately shrinking under the bigger man’s gaze.

“Shut your mouth. Be useful and take my bag inside,” he scolded, slipping the duffel bag off his shoulder and handing it to Naoya. He frowned but took the bag regardless, stifling a grunt when it almost weighed him down to the floor. He cursed himself for letting his cousin treat him like a servant as he took the bag into the living room, continuing to listen in on Toji’s conversation with you. “Sorry about him. He’s a real ass sometimes.”

“It’s okay. I’m used to it by now.”

“Poor thing. Must be a nightmare living next to him.” Naoya glowered when he heard your giggle ring like windchimes.

“It is what it is. I’ll live.”

“Well, hopefully he doesn’t bother you too much. Anyways, is there any way I can repay you for the brownies? I’m a bit of a handyman, to be honest. If you’ve got a leaky faucet, a squeaky chair, any holes that need to be filled, I’m your guy.” Naoya curled his hands into fists, glaring down at the couch as he set Toji’s ridiculously heavy bag down. Those brownies were supposed to be for him, and now Toji was getting them as well as flirting up a storm with you. It made Naoya see red… but he didn’t know why. It’s not like the two of you were dating, and it’s not like you were particularly special in any way, so why was he so mad at this situation?

“Oh, that’s okay. I don’t have any problems with my apartment right now.”

“Hm. Well, lemme give you my number just in case. That way, if anything happens while I’m in town, I’ll fix it up for free. How’s that sound?”

“Oh, well, thank you! That’s very kind of you. Here…” Naoya heard the faint sound of thumbs tapping away at a phone screen as he returned to the front door.

“There. Don’t hesitate to text me if you need anything, anything at all.”

“Sure, of course.” Naoya’s heart began to race when you gazed past Toji to look at him, your sweet smile faltering slightly. You cleared your throat, glancing downward before looking back at Toji. “Well, it was nice to meet you but I have to go. I got some chores to do.”

“Sure, sweetheart. It was a pleasure to meet you, and…” Toji brought his hand up to you, cupping your chin and tilting your head up so you were looking right at him. He leaned down just a bit, lowering his voice, causing Naoya to struggle to hear him continue, “promise me you’ll text me if you need anything.” Naoya saw how you bat your eyelashes and swallowed, nodding as best you could.

“I-I promise.” Toji let out a soft laugh, bringing his hand to your cheek and giving it a gentle pat.

“Good girl. You have a good day, okay?”

“M-Mm-hm!” Toji let go of you and you stepped back clearly flustered as you gave a small wave. “Bye,” you said softly, turning quickly and flittering away. Toji leaned out the doorway to watch you, eyes trailing your form as he smirked slightly.

“Take a picture,” Naoya snarled, his anger clearly evident in his tone. “It’ll last longer.”

“She’s cute,” Toji replied, ignoring Naoya’s snarky remark.

“She’s a slut.”

“Hmm… how would you know?” Toji asked, sending Naoya a questioning stare, silently challenging him to admit to everything he’d been doing with you over the past three months. Naoya just crossed his arms, turning away and praying his cousin couldn’t see how flushed he was. Toji scoffed, moving into the apartment and shutting the door behind him.

“Here,” Toji mumbled, holding up a brownie for Naoya to take. He smiled when his younger cousin took it after a moment of hesitation, ruffling his hair and walking away before Naoya could hit him. “Have a pity brownie, since you’re clearly pining for the girl next door.”

“Am not,” he barked after Toji, pouting a bit when the man brushed him off, placing the brownies on the couch and walking off to the bathroom. Naoya glared at his back till he was gone, sighing and looking down at the dessert you had made that was supposed to be for him in the first place. He inspected it for a moment, examining the cakey treat before he brought it gingerly to his lips and took a bite.

“Damn it,” he mumbled as he chewed slowly, savoring the fudginess and dark chocolate flavor. It was a bit sweet for his taste, but he could’ve easily eaten five more in one sitting. The chocolate chips were a nice touch, just like Toji said.

As he swallowed his first bite and took another, Naoya wished he could’ve told you that himself.

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Biggest congrats on 500!! i can already tell you're gonna gain a whole lot more soon 🥺 if you're still doin requests, may I ask for nsfw #35 with itadori?Have a gr8 day bby !

thank you so much for your words ily <3 i hope you have a wonderful day, and that you enjoy this, mwah <333

nsfw under the cut, my loves! yuuji’s aged up! 

500 Follower Event; 35. dry humping ━ itadori yuuji

as much as he wouldn’t want to admit it out loud, it’s blatantly obvious yuuji’s much less experienced than you, at least sexually. it’s not that he’s never had the chance to go further with anyone he’s been with, but it had never felt right. and he’s so thankful for you, because you’re so, so patient with him, and so understanding. you never rush him, never expect anything more for him, always reassuring him he’s more than enough for you.

he can tell, with every heated make out session, that you’re sexually frustrated. it’s crystal clear to him, with the way you rock your hips in earnest, seeking any sort of friction with and from him. and he wishes he could give it to you, but he can’t. not yet. 

he’s hovering above you now, your hands in his hair, tugging lightly as his lips meet yours in a bruising kiss. honest to god, yuuji could simply get off to the feel of you kissing him. it’s intoxicating, the way you taste and feel, burning desire always so evident. one hand grips your waist tightly, gripping at the shirt you have on, while the other rests by your head, holding himself up, he feels your hips rise with eagerness, involuntarily trying to meet his, and he groans helplessly, parting your lips. 

your eyes are glossy, a little cloudy, as you stare up at him in wonder. his exhale is shaky as he shifts his body, moving from above you to sit by you. he can tell he’s aroused too, the feeling isn’t foreign to him, but the proximity of you while he’s like this is. with another unsteady sigh, he says, “i’m sorry.”

you’re quick to sit up, turning his face to look at yours while cupping his cheek. “no, no, there’s nothing to apologize for,” you promise with a gentle smile. you reach over and peck the corner of his mouth as affirmation, settling back against the pillows and reaching for your phone. 

he calls for your name, and you disregard the phone, paying him full attention. “i want to make you feel good,” he starts. “i just — i just don’t know if i’m comfortable with going all the way yet.” his wavering voice sounds unfamiliar to him, but he meets your eyes with a strong gaze to make up for it.

your smile is still soft when he looks at you. “that’s okay, yu,” you say. “i’m okay with it like this, i promise.”

still, he doesn’t let up. “can we — um —” he stutters, before clearing his throat, and reaching for your wrist. upon feeling your pulse, steadying him, he finds the courage to say, “come sit on my lap.” he sees you shiver in response, but otherwise, you don’t falter, and you scramble to climb onto his lap. you find yourself often there, and it’s always comfortable being in yuuji’s grasp. but with the way he’s looking at you now, it feels immensely different. 

“yuuji?” you ask cautiously at the feel of his hands hovering unsurely near your hips. he blinks, once, twice, before situating his hands on them. then, experimentally, he pushes you down tightly, guiding you once along his crotch. you gasp in surprise, your hands flying to clutch at his shoulders. “again,” you mumble, and, eyes still trained on where your body meets his, he lifts his hips up, pushing you along with him. it elicits another gasp from you, even if there’s minimal movement and friction, and he’s assuming it’s the excitement of it all. 

one of your hands travel to your hips, resting above his hand. slowly, you grind down your hips, your shorts riding up along your thighs slightly. “this okay?” you breathlessly ask. his eyes find yours, and at the sight of him, you nearly succumb to all your desires. his pupils are fully blown, mouth parted in an endless gasp and cheeks ever so slightly tinted pink. he nods, confirming his consent, but you nudge at his chin, leaning closer as you whisper, “i need you to say it, baby.” 

“please,” he rasps out. “please — want you.” 

you pull him in for a searing kiss, letting your hips move in tandem with him. you moan at the friction against your clit, at the feel of him hardening and straining against his pants. he gasps and moans into your mouth as you press down harder against him, and god, this is numbing every nerve and simultaneously alighting them all on fire. his mouth opens for you, letting your tongue past, allowing you to suck on the muscle between his lips. he whimpers and whines at the overstimulation, and you want to save this all to memory because this is masturbation material for months. he feels so good against you, and you know you’re drenching yourself, past the boundaries of your panties and through your shorts. 

with another harsh rut of your hips, you remove your lips from his, a single line of spit connecting you two. “i can — oh — i can feel you,” he confirms for you, his eyes darting momentarily to where you’re harshly grinding against him.

with a grin, you lick your lips, diving in to kiss at his neck. he throws his head back, eyes rolling to the back of his head and hands gripping the flesh of your ass as you suck on his throat. you can tell his heart’s racing unbearably at the quickening pulse you feel beneath your lips, and you suck at the skin harder, moaning loudly against his neck while you work at driving him closer to his orgasm. you know he won’t last long by the way he’s impossibly hardening underneath you, and you think good, good, go over, baby, good. 

he gasps out loudly, his nails digging into your skin, and your lips travel higher, closer to his ear, nipping at his earlobe. you can feel your own orgasm approaching, and accidentally, you let out a strangled whine, directly by his ear, and he groans in surprise, his hips rutting up against you suddenly. “come on yuuji, cum for me,” you whisper, and he outright sobs, tightening the knot in your stomach. “m’gonna cum, baby, all for you. only for you,” you squeal out, your arms coming to wrap around his neck. 

his arms travel to snake around your waist, holding you directly to his chest, burying his face in your neck as he lifts up his legs, bending them at the knees. one, two, three thrusts up, and he has you screaming, his arms tightening around you and his fingers gripping at the shirt you wear so tight there’s no way he hasn’t torn it. your orgasm shakes through you, leaving you a whining, screaming mess on his lap as your cunt clenches around nothing, gushing out through your shorts and on his trousers. similarly, yuuji’s arms shake with both the impossible strength he holds you with and the strong orgasm. his crotch continues to grind against yours as he rides his orgasm, the front of his trousers, stained with his messy cum. 

“fuck, fuck,” he’s gasping, his hips settling back down on your bed, legs stretching out again, as he calms down. weakly, you shudder, lifting up your head and facing him. anxiously, he asks, “was that okay?” 

you smile dreamily at him, still in your post orgasm haze, and cup his cheeks with both hands, leaning in to kiss him. “it was perfect.” 

500 Followers Event is now closed! 

end note; why was this so long omg. anyways, this might be my favorite smut piece i’ve ever written and idk why. i love writing about 2d characters in sexual situations than working on the university essay i have due literally tonight <3

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[peterpparkerwrites]

begin again - part three

a/n: currently on hiatus - look at my pinned post for more info! I have this series and the following ones scheduled to post twice a day - once at 11:00 AM PST and once at 5:00 PM PST. since I will be gone and can’t update links, if you want to find previous parts, just scroll down my page :) warnings: language, death mentions, ptsd/anxiety pairing: college peter parker x reader word count: 4.3k

masterlist ~ requests are closed ~ part four

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"I got in, I got in!" You did a little dance around Peter and waved a paper around, making him laugh at how weird you were being without anyone even caring. "The newspaper just gave me this acceptance letter, I'm the only freshman that got accepted, can you believe it!"

"'Course I can, you're an amazing photographer, congrats," he grinned while you finally stopped running circles around him.

It had only been a few days since he peeked through your photos and this was the first time he had seen you since he returned your notebook - and he was still surprised at your positive attitude that never seemed to go away.

"Dude this is gonna be great," you squealed, "Okay, I'll shut up now, sorry. I know we're here to study but we should also get started on that project for photo, too."

"Good idea," he agreed, watching how you blew some hair out of your face and struggled to stuff the paper in your bag.

Even out of breath and flustered, he was beginning to really notice how pretty you were (not that he wasn't aware before), and how he always was in a better mood when you were around, how he started to go out of his way to spend time with you even if it wasn't for studying or a project.

It was starting to get a little worrisome getting this close to you, but right now, he was ignoring it.

"We should try that new coffee place on fifth," you grinned, falling into step next to him after fighting with your bag for a moment. "I've heard from a review it has really good black coffee, so I'm sure you'll love that."

"Where would you have even heard that from?" He chuckled, "Who reviews black coffee?"

"I have my ways," you said mysteriously, trying not to giggle at his expression. "But I did hear that it's cheap. And I love cheap things."

"Fine, we'll go to your new-cheap-good-black-coffee coffee shop," he agreed, shaking his head at your pleased expression.

Peter listened to you ramble about your grade in bio for most of the walk from campus to the cafe, finding your presence calming despite your outgoing personality. He tried not to stare too much when you got that excited expression on your face when you were talking about something you loved - the way your eyes lit up and you waved your hands around, lips spread into a wide smile - you looked breathtaking to him.

"Oh, shit," you suddenly muttered and tugged him arm to make him stop, and he realized you had frozen by a broadcast on one of the televisions in an electronics shop you were both walking by. He was so distracted looking at you that he hadn't noticed you even stopped talking.

He would really have to stop doing that.

But that was the least of his worries when he focused on the news, the scene playing out on the screen making him feel a little sick. New York wasn't a stranger to gun violence, and neither was he - but seeing it on the tv tended to trigger those memories for him, and it didn't help that the woman broadcasting the news of a shootout had a photo of Spider-Man in the lefthand corner.

"Three people were announced dead at the scene," the broadcaster spoke clearly, the words making you frown while Peter tensed next to you. "Police were too late to the shootout and the victims couldn't be saved in time. Times like this are when New Yorkers have to ask - where's our hero in situations like these?"

"Spider-Man's bein' selfish, not helping out now when we need him most," an old lady tutted next to you both. Peter felt the usual guilt that came whenever someone brought up Spider-Man's disappearance, but he was a little surprised to see you get angry.

"Hey, that's not true," you snapped, "It's not his job to protect people, he did it because he wanted to, and he's saved countless lives. Do you really think that's 'selfish'?"

She made an annoyed sound and walked away while you shook your head, turning to Peter, "That shit really pisses me off."

"She's sorta got a point," he muttered, hoping maybe you wouldn't hear, but you shot him a look.

"Hey, don't make me yell at you, too," you raised an eyebrow, giving him an almost challenging look. "He doesn't owe us anything, if he wanted to stop, he should be able to without-without baby boomers trying to blame a rise in crime on him."

"You don't think it's his fault crime is going up?" He asked, hoping his tone didn't sound guilty. All he heard was that it was his fault crime seemed to be worsening, and it wasn't hard for him to believe it.

"Of course not. There isn't a Spider-Man in LA or Chicago and crime goes up in those places, too. With or without Spider-Man there would be problems. New York had crime before him and it's not his fault if it goes on after him, too. He's a good guy and that old lady is full of it," you huffed, not noticing Peter's reddening cheeks.

"Okay, Miss Spider-Man Fan Club President, I won't get on your bad side ever," Peter managed to joke as you rolled your eyes. "How about coffee on me today?"

"Hey, if you're offering, then hell yeah."

It was only a few minutes later that you both reached the shop, quickly ordering coffees and sitting down. Peter insisted on paying despite you saying he really didn't have to, which made you smirk a little but allow him to.

"One disgusting black coffee for you, one good normal coffee for me," you said cheekily, setting the drinks on the table after picking them up from the front. "You know, a little cream wouldn't hurt."

"I'm good, thanks," he chuckled, picking up the cup and taking a sip, "Okay, what were you thinking for the project?"

You folded your hands on the table, frowning. "Well it's pretty broad, we could do anything with it."

Your photography professor wasn't kidding when he said that you would be paired for a ton of projects for the semester. You and Peter had already done a couple, but now it was a bigger one - he wanted everyone to submit an entry for a local photography contest, and he made it part of the grade as well. The winner would get something silly like a gift card and recognition, but he wanted the class to have experience in entering in competitions and getting feedback from judges.

Peter nodded at your response, grabbing a notebook from his bag and opening it. "What's the theme again? Nostalgia?"

"Bingo," you replied, getting your own books and a pencil out. "Like I said it's broad, we could do almost anything with it."

"You already have an idea, don't you?" He asked a little cheekily, knowing by now the expression you made when you were getting a good idea.

"Well I was thinking maybe..." you trailed off, tapping your pencil to your head. "Sentimental items? Like, we could get together portraits of people holding items that mean something to them, and get little quotes from them about when they had those items and why they're nostalgic about them."

Peter's eyes brightened at the idea, "That sounds really good, actually. How many people should we ask?"

"Why don't we put an ad up?" You suggested, smiling as the idea seemed to fold itself out in front of you, "We can get a bunch of people to come to a location on campus and we can photograph them for the project, it can be an all day thing - I'll ask the school paper to put one in too. We could probably get a ton of photos to work with."

"You know what else we could do," he leaned forward a little, an excited glint in his eye that you hadn't seen before. "We could get those photos and collage them together into letters to spell out 'nostalgia', it'll fit with the theme and that way we can showcase everyone's items that participate. All we'd have to do is mess with the shadows to create light in certain areas, and when we put them together it'll spell the word."

"Peter that's an amazing idea!" You complimented, the genuine tone making Peter's cheeks turn a little pink, "Dude, we're totally gonna win this thing, we just need to get enough people."

"That won't be a problem, you could set your mind to anything and get it accomplished," he chuckled, not noticing you hiding a smile at the compliment.

"Let's get started, then."

-

It was easier than you imagined - the project wasn't due for weeks, but you both wanted to have enough time to get the actual photos taken, so you posted ads around campus, in the newspaper, and a few other places (Peter had May put some up at her work as well). It was simple - if anyone wanted to participate in a project all they had to do was bring one item that held important significance to them, be okay with being photographed, and show up at a photoshoot room you and Peter had found on campus.

Surprisingly a ton of people responded and said they could come, and it was going nicely.

The first lady that came in was old, looking like she could barely hold herself up with her cane, but she was obviously excited to be there.

When you asked what her nostalgic item was, she held up a little ring - it was simple and cute, and it made you "aww" out loud. "My husband gave it to me when we first became official - it was a promise ring originally and then we kept it as my engagement ring since we were tight on money in those days."

"It's beautiful," Peter commented and the lady smiled at him. "How about you hold it like this..."

You watched while Peter helped the lady pose with it, showing her a few different ways to hold it and smile for the camera. A small smile found its way on your lips as he positioned her arms, cracking a few jokes to make her laugh.

Before he moved away you snapped a few photos of them laughing together, the expression on his face adorable as he talked to her. He moved next to you as the lady posed and you took some regular photos while Peter asked her to do a few different angles.

"This is so cute," you mumbled behind the camera, causing Peter to glance your way, "I love promise rings, they're like, peak romance."

"You ever gotten one?" He asked while you just smiled and shook your head.

"One person got me one but I threw it out a car window after we broke up," you shrugged, "I was a little dramatic about it, but it cost them like five dollars, so."

He snickered, "Well that's one way to go about it, I guess."

"Have you ever given one? Or gotten one?" You asked while looking through the lens and adjusting the focus, and he could tell how much you were trying to act nonchalant about the question.

"Nope," he said, ignoring how the corner of your mouth turned up a little at that. "Thought about it once, but...never got the chance."

"That's too bad," you murmured, snapping a few more shots. "Maybe one day."

"Maybe."

You clicked the camera a few times, not noticing the look Peter was giving you while you did. He couldn't help but think about how cute you looked while you were taking pictures - your tongue poked out between your teeth and you squinted in concentration every time, to him it was adorable.

"I think that's good for now," you grinned as you handed the camera to Peter, "I'll take her to her car and you can maybe delete any bad ones that I took?"

"Sure, yeah," he mumbled, taking the camera. "Next person should be here in a few."

"Cool."

You held the door open while she used the cane to get outside, thanking you for being so sweet. It was hard to imagine her being able to drive, but she seemed to climb into the car easily enough, so you decided not to question it as she rolled down the window to say goodbye.

"You take care, now," she smiled, reaching through the window and grasping your hand in hers, "I love what you two are doing with this project."

"Thank you so much," you smiled back, "It means a lot that you're helping us out."

"Of course, you two are the cutest couple," her words made your eyes widen a little, "Reminds me of my husband and I."

"Oh, Peter and I aren't - we aren't together," you sputtered, but she just gave you a wink.

"Maybe not yet, honey, but I'm calling it now."

Another person to come in had a large record player in his arms. He was probably as old as the last lady, but his personality made him seem as young as you and Peter.

"I have so much Frank Sinatra in here," he gushed, the excitement in his eyes making you feel a little giddy. "Want to hear one?"

"Of course," you smiled, nodding at Peter to snap a few photos while the man set it up. He placed the vinyl in carefully, putting the tip down onto the record. It wasn't too scratchy as the music came out, and he gave you both a huge smile as the lyrics filled the room.

You laughed as he offered you a hand, spinning you around. Peter couldn't help but smile as he watched how your eyes crinkled at the edges as you laughed with the man, dancing around the room with him - and he definitely took some photos of it.

The man gestured at Peter to join, who tried to shake his head and wave his hands in a polite way of saying no, but you were having none of that. With a few steps you grabbed Peter's hand and pulled him to the middle of the room, wiggling your eyebrows at him.

"Fine, fine," he muttered, but he couldn't help the growing smile on his face while you put a hand on his shoulder and held your other one out to him, your expression almost daring him to dance with you.

Peter grinned a little as he took your hand and put one on your waist, pulling you close as the music got softer, the man changing the record to a more romantic song, but surprisingly...Peter didn't seem to mind. You laughed as he twirled you before bringing you back to his chest, swaying again.

"You got moves, Parker," you chuckled while he rolled his eyes.

"Had to know how to dance for prom, I wasn't gonna stand around all night," he snorted.

You laughed with him, shaking your head. The music was quiet, mostly background noise and you and Peter were getting lost in the moment, not really thinking about the job you were here to do. The record player and the man were both forgotten, and you could only focus on the feeling of Peter's warm hand in yours and the soft look in his eyes when he looked down at you.

You had never been this close to him before.

The click of the camera snapped you both out of it, and you glanced up to see the record man behind the camera giving you both a sheepish grin.

"Hope you don't mind, but you two looked adorable so I thought I'd take one so you could keep the memory," he said sweetly while you chuckled, hesitantly letting go of Peter.

"No worries," you smiled, heading back to the camera and hoping Peter couldn't see how flustered that moment made you.

Peter helped the guy pack his record player up while you looked at the photo he had taken, ignoring the warmth in your cheeks as you stared at it.

He had captured that look Peter was giving you, and you weren't sure if you were necessarily happy about that. You wanted to be, but...maybe you were reading into it too much. You hadn't known Peter that long - a few months at most. He had been closed off most of the time as well.

But the way he was staring at you-

"Thanks for the help, man," Peter gave the guy a handshake, and you realized he was leaving. He shook your hand too and thanked you for the dance, which you laughed at, thanking him as well.

"Any more people coming?" You asked once he left, ignoring the slight tension in the room.

"Yeah, couple more," he smiled a little, raising an eyebrow, "You alright?"

"Mhm," you hummed, not looking up from the pictures you were scanning through.

Both of you got through the rest of the people easily - there was a good bunch of photos, more than enough in fact, and you were really pleased with them.

Peter packed away the camera equipment while you cleaned up the food and drinks you had provided as a thank you to the people that participated. It was a little quiet after that weird moment with the dancing, but you snapped back from it pretty quick once you and Peter moved to his apartment to go over the photos.

"These came out so well," you grinned, clicking through a few, "I think we really have a chance of winning this thing."

"With your mad skills, hell yeah," he grinned while you rolled your eyes.

"You too, dude," you held up the camera showing the one he took of you and the record player man dancing around and goofing off, "This is one of my favorite ones that you took, I think."

"Me, too," he smirked, "You and your boyfriend look adorable."

"Oh, shut up," you shoved him a little while he cackled, "We are pretty cute though, huh?"

"I guess," he chuckled while you stuck your tongue out at him. "I can get them printed tomorrow, I'll swing by the printing place by my aunt's house. We can assemble it as soon as they have 'em printed, shouldn't take too long."

"Sounds good to me," you agreed, grabbing your notebooks and starting to put things away. "Thanks for the study session, I will definitely be acing that test tomorrow."

"Leaving already?" he asked, trying not to look disappointed at the fact that you were already going.

"I'm gonna go take some photos of that new homeless shelter on 23rd for the paper before the sun goes down, but good to know you'll miss me," you gave him an exaggerated wink while he laughed and shook his head, "You're welcome to join if you want?"

"Nah, it's okay," he shrugged it off, "I'm planning to meet with a friend in a bit but uh...I'll see you Monday?"

"Sure thing, see you later Parker," you gave him two finger guns as you left his apartment, grinning when you heard him laugh at you on the way out.

He wasn't planning to meet with a friend, but he needed an excuse. It was getting too easy to hang around you now, and it was getting too easy for him to picture what it would be like to hold your hand, to take you out on dates, to be with you.

The last thing he needed was another relationship, not when the wound still felt so fresh from his last one. He needed a distraction, a way to spend time away from you so he could stop feeling these stupid feelings.

Maybe it was time he picked up an old hobby again.

With a little reluctance, he got up and moved over to his closet, swinging the doors open. He mostly had sweaters and hoodies hanging up, considering it was winter, but he yanked them all to the side and let his eyes land on the one thing he hadn't planned on getting out ever again.

Peter stared at the suit, running his fingers over the material. Nick Fury had it made for him after she died, giving it to him in case he wanted to be Spider-Man again. His old one had been ruined - her blood was all over it and even if it wasn't, he couldn't stand to have that suit anymore, not after that day.

This one was...different. It was black and red, not blue and red. He didn't mind it, but something about the change made it feel almost wrong. Blue and red was his thing - people would see that color combo and immediately think of Spider-Man.

It wasn't the suit Tony made him, which made his heart ache a little. It wasn't the suit he wore when he met her, when he fell in love with her. It wasn't the suit he wore when he watched her die and couldn't do anything about it.

He yanked it off the hook, turning it over and looking at the symbol on the back. It might have looked different, but people would still know it was him. People would see him swinging around and he knew they would talk, spread news that Spider-Man had returned.

And...you would probably be ecstatic to see your favorite hero back.

Maybe that's why he slipped it on, the material familiar despite the different colors and design. He wouldn't ever admit to himself that you were the reason he decided to pick up the mask again, even though it was true.

Having someone close like that were dangerous, and he knew from experience. He couldn't afford to have feelings for you, he couldn't afford to let you have feelings for him.

So he told himself this was purely because he wanted to, and because it was past time. He had a responsibility and the break had been long enough. New York needed him back, and he finally found himself wanting to be back.

Peter adjusted the fingers, surprised it fit perfectly - the concept was the same as the Stark suit, and he wondered if Fury got Tony's old drafts and tried to make it as close as possible. He tried not to flinch when Karen's familiar voice suddenly came through the mask.

"Welcome back, Peter. It's been a while."

-

The amount of pictures you had taken of the new shelter were ridiculous, but you wanted as many as possible for the paper. Being a part of the school's newspaper was a good opportunity and you didn't want to be shoved to the side by other photographers, so you wanted a good selection to choose from before turning them in.

On the way back to campus you treated yourself to a quick bite at a bakery, pulling out your laptop and uploading the photos while you sat there. You made a mental note to tell Peter about this place - the food was good and you were sure they had something he would like.

With a frown, you shook your head at yourself and continued looking through photos. It seemed like no matter how hard you tried, Peter's face appeared in your thoughts and distracted you. His cocky smirk when he got a good grade on something, his laugh when you told a shitty joke, his sheepish smile when you thanked him a hundred times for helping you with bio.

The look on his face when he was dancing with you.

You could easily picture dating him, it wasn't like you hadn't before - hell, even when he was so closed off, you would think about it. He was smart, cute, funny, caring - you could go on. The boy was practically perfect aside from the massive wall he tended to put up.

It didn't matter to you at first - you knew you had feelings for him, they weren't that strong yet, but they were definitely there - and you suspected that he could possibly feel the same way. You were pretty good at reading people and sometimes...it felt like he brushed your hand a moment longer than necessary, or stared at you with a soft expression, or drop everything to help you with a bio question or math equation.

You were someone that loved love, and you could picture yourself falling in love with Peter. It was definitely too soon for that, but you knew it could happen, and it probably would happen the more time you spent with him.

But that girl in the photos in his room and the way he held her suddenly haunted your thoughts, so you pushed the silly daydream away and went back to looking at your computer.

It had only been a few more minutes before something orange caught your eye and you looked away from your screen, gasping in horror.

Across the street, a building had caught flame, smoke rising into the sky. Without hesitation you put your camera strap over your neck and gathered your things, running outside like most people had begun doing.

You held a hand up to your face as flames licked up the building, climbing up toward where some people were hanging out the windows, screaming for help.

"Oh my God," you fumbled for your phone to call the fire department, though you were sure someone already had.

There was a flash of red and people started yelling things out on the street, and what they were saying you almost didn't want to dare to believe. But they were right.

Someone shot something at the building and swung on it, diving into the window with ease. The suit was different, the colors were different, but your lips spread into a grin because without a doubt, it was him.

It was Spider-Man.

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[samwisethewitch]

dorm friendly magick for broom-closeted student witches

Got roommates that aren’t into witchcraft/magick? Can’t burn incense in your dorm room? Don’t have time for elaborate rituals between studying for exams and writing papers? I’ve been there. Here are some of my favorite undercover spells and rituals for witches living that college life. 

Journal Magick

Keep a manifestation journal! Find a journal that really speaks to you and makes you feel good every time you open it, whether it’s a bulky leatherbound tome or has a holographic cover and hot pink pages -- what matters is that you feel a connection to it. 

Every morning, write down the things you want to manifest in your journal in the present tense, as if they had already happened. [Note: this works better if you are writing the same thing every day for at least a few weeks. Consistent intent is key!] 

For more information on this type of manifestation, just search “scripting” on YouTube and you’ll find approximately 642934 videos on the subject. 

This is a really great technique for closet witches, because no one is going to be suspicious of you writing in a notebook -- plus, it’s normal for people to want to keep their journals private.

Work with correspondences just like you would for a normal spell! You can print out photos of herbs, crystals, tarot cards, astrological signs, or moon phases that correspond to your intention and glue them into your journal (or draw them, if you have artistic talent). You could even get an essential oil that matches your intention and dab a drop of it on the page. You’re essentially creating an altar dedicated to your intention, just on paper instead of in a physical altar space.

Tap into the magick of color by writing your intentions with a pen in a corresponding color (green = abundance/wealth, pink = love and friendship, yellow = academic success, etc.).

Tea and Coffee Magick

Tea and coffee are already essentially potions, and no one is going to think twice about a college student drinking a lot of coffee/tea. 

Coffee is associated with grounding and protection, and it adds energy to any spell it is added to. Black tea is associated with protection, courage, and abundance. Green and white tea have their own, slightly different magickal uses. Based on these correspondences, you can use coffee and tea as a base for undercover potions!

For mental clarity and memory retention, brew a mixture of black coffee, lion’s mane, chaga, and ginger. For a caffeine-free alternative, brew an herbal tea with rosemary and peppermint. 

To cleanse negative energy and release stress, brew a mixture of black coffee, Ashwagandha, cinnamon, tulsi or basil, and Eleuthero. This is based on a Four Sigmatic blend, lmao.

For a sneaky prosperity spell, brew a mixture of black coffee, cinnamon, ginger, nutmeg, and vanilla. Yes, that is essentially pumpkin pie spice, and yes, you can use a pre-mixed pumpkin pie blend instead of buying the individual spices.

I could go on, but you get the idea. You can customize your morning beverage to suit any magickal or spiritual need. 

Most plants have medicinal uses that are the same or similar to their magickal uses. So if anyone asks, tell them you’re adding these extra herbs for their nutritional and/or medicinal value. 

You can also charge your tea or coffee with crystals. Just set a small crystal associated with your intention (amethyst for mental clarity, black tourmaline for protection, citrine for prosperity, etc.) next to the mug for a few minutes, or place it on top of your coffee maker. Be sure to charge both the crystal and the drink with your intention!

Candle Magick

If your dorm lets you have candles then congrats, because candle spells are both super powerful and a super easy way to hide your magick in plain sight.

Find a candle in a scent and color that match your intention. For example, you could use a pink, rose-scented candle for a love spell. 

You can find custom spell candles made by witches for witches on Amazon and Etsy, and these have the added bonus of having been specifically created for magickal use. Some of the businesses I’ve personally had good experiences with are Art of the Root (available on Amazon), Esoteric Arts (available on Etsy), and Crystal Journey (Amazon). 

That being said, I’ve gotten good results with $1.99 scented candles from Walmart, so please don’t feel like you need to spend a fortune on special candles for your spell to be successful.

In a pinch, an unscented white candle can be used for any intention. You can get these at the dollar store, and it’s never a bad idea to have a few on hand.

Oil Magick

Your dorm has a no-open-flames rule, so candles and incense are out of the question. No problem -- you can get similar results with essential oils. 

An essential oil literally contains the concentrated essence of a plant. Magickally speaking, this makes them a powerful way to add some oomph to your spells. They’re also commonly used for aromatherapy, so your roommate probably won’t be phased by you diffusing them in your dorm.

You can create custom EO blends the same way you would create an incense blend, by combining different plants based on their correspondences. You can also buy pre-mixed blends online if you’re feeling lazy or if you have a certain blend you know you’re going to use a lot like, say, a focus-enhancing blend for studying.

Another option, and one that’s more traditionally witchy, is to use magickal oils/ritual oils. A magickal oil is an oil that has been created for a specific magickal purpose -- it’s like a spell in a bottle. A ritual oil is created for a specific use in magickal ritual. You can find tons of different ways to incorporate these oils into your daily life for some very subtle witchcraft.

You can create your own magickal oils by combining herbs, essential oils, and crystals that match your intention, or you can buy magickal oil blends from witch-owned businesses. Art of the Root has my absolute favorite oils -- I have like six different blends, and they’re all ridiculously powerful.

Some ways you can use magickal oils: 1.) wear them as a body oil, 2.) diffuse them like you would an essential oil blend, 3.) use them to anoint and bless objects, like tests or study guides, 4.) add them to spiritual baths, and a million more. [Note: many magickal oils come with real herbs and resins in the bottle. These chunky bits could damage a diffuser, so do keep that in mind.]

Personally, I wear magickal oils on a daily basis in the place of perfume, since most of the ones I own smell really good. As I apply them, I say a small incantation to power them up. For example, if I’m wearing an attraction oil, when I put it on I’ll say something like, “I am powerfully attractive to the people and things that will improve my life.” Which oil I choose to wear depends on the day and the area of my life where I want some extra help. 

Tech Magick

The nice thing about being a witch in the 21st century is that, if all else fails, you can keep your entire magickal practice contained on your laptop and/or phone. And even if you’re not doing 100% of your witchcraft in a virtual space, you can still use your technology as a tool in your practice. 

Pinterest is the ultimate visualization tool. You can create a virtual altar to a deity or spirit guide by dedicating a Pinterest board to them, or create vision boards for the things you want to manifest, or create a brainstorming space to plan your full moon rituals... the possibilities are endless. 

Keep your Book of Shadows and/or manifestation journal in a Word document. If you’re really concerned about privacy, you can even password protect these documents. Another pro of an electronic Book of Shadows is that most word processors have a “search” function that lets you look things up more easily. 

Make a devotional playlist for a deity or spirit guide. Making Spotify playlists for my deities is one of my favorite devotional acts! I’ll put together all of the songs that remind me of that deity, and I can listen to it anytime, anywhere to instantly connect with them. And don’t be afraid to ask your deities what type of music they like -- you may be surprised by the answer!

If any other witches have similar tips, feel free to add onto this! This is just stuff that I’ve found works for me, but magick is deeply personal and everyone will do things a little bit differently. 

And not to shove my content in everyone’s faces, but I did just post a spell to enchant your school notebooks on my YouTube channel, so check that out if you’re interested!

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[blossom-hwa]

hi hello lina!! congrats on 4 years, thats so excellent :DDD may i please request mingi + pizza delivery boy au? thank u so much!!! <333

blue!!! thank you for being pictures anon and then my mutual <3 <3 I'm honestly so happy to have met you in the past year so it's an honor to do your request! I hope you like it :)

4 year anniversary drabble game: send me a Stray Kids/The Boyz/Golden Child/Ateez member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

Not blue requesting a fucking pizza delivery boy au and me titling it a completely different food name KSJDKJH

~

Title: Cotton Candy

Pairing: Mingi x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 731

Triggers: cursing

~

"We don't sell cotton candy here," you say the second Mingi steps into the restaurant, back from delivering the latest order.

He blinks once. Twice. Pauses with his delivery bag in hand and frowns. "Cotton candy?"

"Oh, come on - you don't get it?" You hop on the counter, not before looking both ways for your hardass manager who won't care that it's basically closing time and no one's here so you can pretty much do anything you want. "I spent all shift coming up with that!"

"They did." Yunho comes out from the back, dusting flour off his hands. "It was the most annoying thing ever."

Something clicks in Mingi's brain. Cotton candy is sweet. Very sweet. He might not get it completely, but he understands enough to have to fight back a blush. "Is this another flirting attempt?"

"I told you he'd get it in the end!" you crow, a grin splitting your face. "Take that, Yunho!"

"Y/N, you don't have to flirt with me," Mingi says, giving up on controlling the pink crawling up his cheeks. Pink, like cotton candy - okay, no, don't go there or you'll blush more. "I'm literally your boyfriend."

"Okay, and? Just because we're official doesn't mean I can't remind you how sweet you are." You reach up to pinch one of his warm cheeks without warning and he yelps at the slight sting. "Cotton candy sweet. Now let me continue flirting." Mingi has just enough time to process your words before your smile widens. "Wanna know why I said we don't sell cotton candy here?"

For a second, Mingi contemplates pretending he knows the answer and telling you no, he gets it. But Yunho is watching with an eyebrow raised and he just knows his best friend is going to say something like 'Oh yeah? Then what does it mean?' and he'll be stuck. Anyway, your eyes are sparkling like no tomorrow, even in this dimly lit shitty little pizza place, so maybe it's not the best idea to fake it til he makes it. If only to make you happy.

"Sure." Mingi puts the delivery bag on the counter beside you. "Why'd you say it?"

Blinding. That's the only way he can imagine describing your smile, brighter than the moon rising outside or even the sun during the day. It's warm, so warm, and added with the blush still settling in his cheeks he feels like he's about to combust but in the best way possible -

"Because someone as sweet as you deserves something as sweet as cotton candy!"

When Mingi comes back to earth, you're laughing, and Yunho isn't even bothering to hide his full blown snort as he tosses a rag into your face. He barely even notices - all he can feel is the rush of warmth all over his face. He must look like a tomato.

"Oh my God, I love you," you giggle, plucking the rag from your shoulders and hopping off the counter to give him a hug. "You're adorable."

Mingi blinks. He's still trying to process your words, which seem to be going a mile a minute. "Adorable?"

You reach up and pat his face. "You're blushing," you state as though it isn't as obvious as it is. "Your cheeks are pink. Like cotton candy." You lean forward and sniff the air. "Don't smell like it, though."

"We work at a fucking pizza place," Yunho intones from the corner. "We all smell like pizza."

"Well, I can dream," you snap back before turning your attention back to Mingi. The smile on your face grows softer as you press a kiss to his cheek. "Do you need help putting your stuff away? If not, I'm going to help clean up."

Putting his stuff away. Yes, that's something he still needs to do. "I'm good," he says, thankful when his voice doesn't squeak too much. God, the things you do to him. "I'll be back out in a minute to help with cleaning up."

"Alright." You pat his cheek again. "See you soon, cotton candy boy."

Mingi can hear Yunho's gagging and your laughing even as he disappears into the back. It's fine, though. He's smiling enough to take his mind off the blush that's reappeared on his face. He's pink, he can tell even without looking in a mirror. Very pink.

Like cotton candy.

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[duskholland]

The Fame Game (Epilogue) - Tom Holland

Summary ↠ Three years later, you and Tom are back at the Oscars.

Word count ↠ 3.3k

Warnings ↠ Alcohol mention, slightly suggestive but not really, lots and lots of fluff.

A/N ↠ I can’t believe we’re here! The epilogue! Thank you so much to everyone that’s supported me and the fic over the last three months :’) If you know me, you’ll know I really struggle committing to series, so the fact I made it here, without missing any updates, is something I’m very proud of tbh. I hope that you’ve liked the story :) The biggest thank you ever has to go to V, mischiefandi, for helping me so much in the early stages of this story... Thank you again for always listening to me <3 Additionally, a huge huge thank you to everyone that’s read, commented and sent in asks! I hope the epilogue doesn’t disappoint :)

POST-CREDITS SCENE: The Oscars: Take Two (Y)

The atmosphere at Vanity Fair’s Oscars after-party is electric.

The soft boom of the latest pop tunes seeps into the air, mixing with the warm lights and the sounds of clinking champagne flutes. The room holds Hollywood’s best, and it seems no matter which direction you tilt your head, your eyes find themselves settling over a familiar face. You’re walking amongst legends tonight, and with your hands grasped around two glistening trophies, you finally feel at home.

“Congratulations, Y/N. I’m so proud of you.”

You’re drawn away from your thoughts by the unmistakable voice of your friend Joe Keery. As you finally drag your eyes away from the golden Oscars in your hands, a smile splits across your face.

“Thanks, Joe,” you say, flashing him a blinding smile. “I still can’t believe it.”

Joe chuckles, eyeing your awards with pride in his eyes. “Two, eh?” He leans closer to elbow you, chuckling when you glare at him. “Not too shabby for your first year nominated.”

“Not too shabby at all.”

It’d been crazy - every single second of it. From the moment the nominations were announced, and you’d seen your name listed not only in one category but in two, you’ve been a whirlwind of nerves, excitement, and pride. You don’t think you’ve ever been as shocked as you’d felt when your name had been called out as the winner, not once, but twice tonight. Best Actress and Best Supporting Actress, the latter of which was won for a performance in the same film which had brought about the evening’s Best Actor…

“And Tom?” Joe says, grinning. “Oscar-Winning couple, starring in a critically-acclaimed film together. Must feel pretty good, right?”

You chuckle, shaking your head as you look down at your golden trophies. “I can’t believe it,” you mutter. “I really just… Can’t believe it.”

You feel a presence behind you, and then there’s the warm touch of a hand curling around your waist. You sink into it, tilting your head to the side, letting your eyes fall on Tom, your boyfriend. With a proud smile on his lips and his own golden award held in his free hand, he’s almost glowing tonight.

“Evening, Joe,” Tom greets. Finally comfortable at your side, he leans up and presses a quick kiss to your cheek. His deep cologne sweeps across you, and you bask in the familiar tones. “Good night?”

Joe nods. “Oh yeah,” he agrees, inclining his head towards Tom’s trophy. “Congrats, man.”

“Thank you.” Tom holds his award nearer his face, a deep frown line forming between his eyes. “I always thought it would be heavier?” He muses, running his thumb over the head of it. “But it’s pretty light. Look.”

What your boyfriend does next makes your blood turn cold. He easily and haphazardly throws his Oscar at Joe, who somehow startles in time to catch it, but not before letting out a stream of expletives.

“Tom!” You exclaim, eyes widening. “Don’t throw your Oscar around!”

He grins wickedly, brown eyes dancing. “Sorry, darling,” he murmurs, kissing your cheek again. “Got a bit giddy.”

Tom’s been walking on air recently, you’ve noticed. You’d put it down to the buzz of nerves that’d characterised your last few days too, but even now, Tom’s vibrating with something. He’s been very affectionate with you, and whilst Tom is by no means a selfish lover, you can’t recall a time where he’s been glued to your hip quite as much as he’s been this last week. Always hanging around with open arms or warm lips or soft words, Tom has made it known, every second of every day, just how much he loves you. Which is a lot, apparently.

And you love him too, of course. You love him like you’ve never loved anyone else.

“You’re always giddy,” you tease. You manage to hold both of your trophies in one hand and use the other to reach up and tidy some of the hair from his face. Tom’s hair is longer now - less wavy and longer, grown a little older as the both of you have over the past three years. Looking at him now, you see a man - a very handsome, very loving man - and you’re proud of who he’s grown into.

“Only around you, love.”

Your lips roll into a soft smile, and you lean in to kiss him quickly. Tom’s mouth is warm against yours.

“Ew.” Joe’s voice interrupts your moment, and you pull away sheepishly. “Take your trophy and get out of here, you two.”

Tom reaches out and takes back his Oscar, giving Joe a fist bump. “Thanks, man. Have a good night.” There’s a moment where Joe and Tom look at one another, and Joe’s gaze flutters over to you, and you feel something there, between them - an unspoken secret. But before you can comment on it, Tom’s reaching out for your open hand and slipping his into it, and you’re moving off through the crowd again.

“I’m so tired,” you admit, stifling a yawn. You quickly smooth a smile over your face, noting with appreciation how the crowd of the afterparty seem to move out of your way. Your Oscars bring you a sort of power, and with three between you, it would seem that you and Tom are trading in top tier currency. “Can’t wait to get home and sleep.”

“Sleep?!” Tom exclaims, voice low. He squeezes your hand, glancing back to smirk at you. “As if.”

You raise your eyebrows as Tom guides you out the entrance of the party.

“What, you don’t think we’ll be sleeping later?” You ask, resting your cheek on Tom’s shoulder as you walk down the steps of the building together.

“Absolutely not.”

“Why’s that?”

Tom looks at you, eyes briefly flicking out over your figure. “You know why, darling.” He squeezes your hand before stepping nearer to kiss you. Your lips stay together a little longer, and you hum against his mouth. “You look bloody stunning in that dress, lovie,” he murmurs. His teeth brush your lower lip, and you feel your face warm. “Been thinking about ravishing you all night.”

You swallow, tilting your head to the side before kissing him again, briefly. “We’ll see,” you reply. You wink as you step back, turning around and looking out at the lines of cars before you make eye contact with your driver. “C’mon, winner. I don’t trust the house to still be standing. I still can’t believe you let Harrison and your brothers housesit tonight.”

Tom’s indignant as he follows you into the car, and for the drive back to your house in the Hills, you carry on your bickering. It’s interrupted by kisses and jokes and touches, though, and it’s all so familiar it makes your heart soar. He’s always kept you on your feet, and out of all the things that have changed since you got together, that fact has remained: no one makes you feel as intensely riled up as Tom.

“I still don’t understand why you wanted them to housesit,” you muse. The gravel of the driveway crunches beneath your feet as you walk up towards your house, wobbling a little in your heels. Tom offers you an arm, and you gratefully loop yours through it, your hands still holding your awards. You’d only brought a bag big enough to hold one Oscar, not two. “It’s not like anyone was going to break in. We have security.”

Tom just clears his throat, the sound deep and guilty. “Harrison’s idea,” he says, quickly. “They wanted to be nearer the action.”

“Yeah, or they wanted to use the wine cellar.”

Before you can continue your conversation, the front door opens and Harrison pokes his head out, eyes widening as he looks down at the trophies in your hands.

“Aye!” He calls out, clapping loudly. “Congratulations, you two.”

As you enter the house and ditch your coat and shoes by the door, there’s an interlude in which you pass around your awards and receiving raucous applause from your friends. Harry and Sam pose dramatically in front of the staircase, fighting over which one of them gets to carry two of the awards, and you hold up a phone, taking photos of it all. In the corner of the room, you see Harrison pulling Tom aside and whispering something into his ear. Before you can pay them much attention, you’re distracted by Harry deciding to try and balance Tom’s Oscar on his head.

It’s very wholesome, and you and Tom end up coerced into another series of photos together. It’s less formal than it was at the show, and Tom sheds his suit-jacket as you enjoy posing without the strain on your feet from your heels. Harrison barges in too, and then there’s a round of shots with all five of you together, laughing, talking, messing around.

On their way out, both Harry and Sam pull you in for hugs, and then Harrison takes your hands and looks at you, hard. There’s a seriousness to him that you’ve never seen before, and tears form in his eyes as he splutters out a quiet,

“I’m proud of you, Y/N.”

“Harrison,” you whine, feeling a lump in your throat. “Don’t make me cry again.”

“Sorry.” Your friend drops one of your hands and rubs at his eyes, laughing softly. “I’m just proud of you - both of you. You deserve this so much and I’m glad to call you my friend.”

You sniff loudly, cursing softly when you feel a stray tear fall down your cheek. “Thanks, Haz,” you mutter, pulling him in for a hug.

You leave Harrison with Tom as your guests leave, and walk into the living room to collapse on the sofa. You groan as you let yourself relax, sinking into the cushions. Something of an adrenaline high crashes over you, and suddenly the thought of crawling into bed and sleeping the night away sounds very tempting.

“Y/N,” Tom says, startling you. You open your eyes and find your boyfriend standing in front of you, smiling softly. He rocks back on his feet, briefly biting at his lower lip. “Come with me.”

You look at his inviting hand sceptically.

“Where?”

“It’s a surprise.”

You hum, reaching up and taking his hand in yours. You glance at your wrist, noticing with fondness in your eyes how nice his watch looks wrapped around your hand. Over the years, you’ve made a habit of always trying to keep something of his to hand - his watch, his hat, his sunglasses. It doesn’t matter the occasion - you always like to carry something with you that reminds you of Tom. It works vice-versa, and you know that beneath Tom’s dress shirt hangs one of your favourite necklaces.

Your friends think it’s sickeningly romantic. You think it’s cute. Tom loves it.

“What do you mean, a surprise?” You ask, following Tom through the house. He’d moved into your LA home two years ago, his mark evident in the fluffy throws and the various stains on the walls.

Tom shrugs, rolling his thumb over the back of your hand. He leads you upstairs. “A surprise,” he repeats. “Stop asking so many questions, darling.”

You rest your head on Tom’s shoulder, sighing happily. “You’re very romantic, you know that?”

Tom chuckles, pausing outside your closed bedroom door. He looks nervous, and he drops your hand to run his hand through his hair.

“Right.” He stops, clearing his throat, hand shifting to the doorknob. “In here.”

You wait a moment for him to do something, but he doesn’t. “Are you going to open the door?” You ask, teasing, but reaching up to rest a hand on his shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry.” Tom shakes his head, a bright smile finally finding his lips. “Crazy night.”

“Definitely.”

Tom turns around and finally opens the door, stepping aside and inviting you inside. A soft gasp falls past your lips as you walk into the bedroom and take in the scenes around you.

Someone’s been in your room since you were flurrying around eight hours earlier, tearing your wardrobe apart before the show. It’s been cleaned, the bed made and spread out with a few rose petals, and the lights are dimmed down low. The doors to the balcony are open, and through them, you can make out a large stand with a bottle of champagne.

“Tom!” You gasp. You turn around, jaw slackening further as your boyfriend procures a large bouquet of roses. The plastic crinkles as you accept them gratefully, taking a long breath and inhaling the deep romantic scent.

“Thought I’d do something nice for you,” he says, closing the door behind him. Tom smooths his hands over your waist, standing behind you and kissing up your neck as you laugh softly. “Come out to the balcony, love,” he murmurs, teeth brushing your ear.

“Was this why you had the others come over?” You ask, smiling.

“Mhmm.”

You pause to put the roses in a vase, and then let Tom wind his hand in yours and pull you out onto the balcony. It’s beautiful out here in the Hollywood Hills, and as he pours out two glasses of champagne and passes you a flute, you lean with your elbows on the railing and stare out across at the city. Shrouded in darkness, the city pulses with bright lights and distance car horns. There’s a warmth to the air that brings a smile to your lips, and a few strands of your hair drift around as the evening breeze caresses your face.

“Funny, isn’t it?” You say, closing your eyes. Tom’s just beside you, one of his hands resting over yours. He plays with your fingers before linking your pinkies together.

“Hm?”

“Do you remember the first time you were out here with me?” Tom releases a short hum, and you take that to mean the negative. “Well, it was back when I hated you. You came and you picked me up from set, and then you stayed the night. We came out here and we took photographs together.”

“Of course.” There’s mirth in his voice, and the sound of his familiar accent brings a smile to your face. You lean your head on his shoulder, looking back out across the city. “That was the first time we ever talked properly, too. I remember realising you weren’t that horrible, after all.”

You gasp. “Oi!”

Tom nudges your side. “Hey, you know you felt the same way about me too.” He turns slightly, and you feel the soft press of his lips against your temple. “We’ve come a long way since then.”

You hum, grinning. “A very long way.”

There’s a moment’s rest, then Tom kisses your forehead again and steps away from you. You whine at the loss, but continue to look out at the city, resting your chin in your palms. You’re aware of him walking over to the table with the champagne, but you’re too distracted by the distant flickering lights to pay much attention to him.

“I love you a lot, you know,” Tom calls out, voice wavering. He clears his throat, and you smile to yourself.

“I know,” you reply. “I love you too.”

“No, I love you, a lot.” Again, Tom clears his throat. You decide to turn around, your eyebrows furrowing as you realise you can’t see him, but then your eyes travel down, down, down, and you spot him.

Tom is down on one knee, brown hair wafting in the gentle evening breeze, holding a black velvet box in his hands.

“Tom?” You whisper, voice hoarse. Tears pool in your eyes and your heart drums in your chest as you realise what’s happening.

“Y/N,” he returns, a soft smile finding his lips when he meets your eyes. “I love you.” Tom glances down at the ring, chuckling. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long, but picking the right time has been so hard. So, I thought, hey, we’ve already won big tonight, why not add onto the excitement.”

You fan at your face, exhaling a deep breath.

“We have been through thick and thin together, and I am so, so glad that we came out the other side stronger for it. Your ambition and your drive make me want to be a better person, and every time I wake up beside you, it makes me want to be a better man, too. You make me better, and I love you for it.” Tom breaks off, eyes sparkling with tears as he looks up at you, meeting your gaze firmly. “I have never been more sure of anything else before. I know there’s nothing else I’d want to do than to spend the rest of my life with you. So… Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?”

You can barely still see him, through the tears in your eyes, but you nod. You nod, and then you fall down to your knees in front of him, and you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Of course I’ll marry you, Tom,” you get out, voice thick with emotion. “I love you more than anything.”

Tom puts the box aside and pulls you closer, and you share a kiss that rocks your world. Both of you are smiling, and it’s clumsy and salty, but you don’t care as you kiss him again and again, your hands winding into his hair. He is so perfect, absolutely perfect, and you have never felt this whole before.

“I love you so, so, so much, darling,” he says, speaking against your lips. You chuckle, humming your agreeing sentiments before kissing him again.

“I love you too.” You finally pull back, shifting your lips to brush against his nose before you glance down at the box. You grin, holding up your left hand as you wiggle your eyebrows.

“If you don’t like it, we can always get a different one,” Tom prefaces, his hands shaking as it takes him a few attempts to pull the ring from the velvet bed. His fingers are warm against yours, soft and gentle as he slides the band up your finger. Your eyes catch on the beautiful sparkling diamond, and you feel a tear roll down your cheek. “What do you think?”

“I think it’s perfect,” you say, rolling your thumb over the ring. You look up at Tom, wide-eyed and warm-hearted. “I think you’re perfect.”

“Not as perfect as you.”

You roll your eyes, your cheeks aching from the width of your smile. “You’re so cliché, Tom,” you tease, moving back to kiss his cheek. Your hands go to his shoulders, engagement ring glinting. “Are you going to be like this forever?”

Tom smiles, adoration floating in his bright brown eyes. “If you want me to be, yes.”

His lips find yours for one final time, and you bask in the feeling of him so close to you. After so long together, it feels like your souls have finally intertwined. Tom’s buried himself so deeply into your heart, into your life, that you know you’ll never get him out. You know you’d never want to.

“I love you,” you whisper. “Thank you for changing my life.”

His palm travels up to cup your cheek, warm fingertips stroking over your cheekbone. “It’s been my pleasure.”

FINIS.

extended a/n: 

thank you for reading the series, dear reader--the full thing is 59k! go you for getting through that much of my writing! I appreciate your time and willingness to enter this ‘verse with me <3

if you’ve got any thoughts on the series, please let me know! doesn’t matter how long it’s been since the series ended, I am always always always here to talk about these two :’)) would love to know what you think of their story!

we had a tfg blurb night! if you want to read any little extra bits, check out the masterpost for that here :)

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Dating Seo Changbin

A/n: I am so sorry this took so long!!! i hope you like it <3 oof its been a while since I've done this style so here we go

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Warnings: cussing, changbin being best boi, 

First of all....reader you are one lucky bitch.

Dating THE changbin

damn

Changbin is definitely one of the more domestic boys

He thriiiives with being a cuddly soft boyfriend

You probably met his parents on like your fourth date

But it was like a surprise thing 

He was like “Stop by my place because I’ve got to take care of somethings before we go out”

and you were like sure whatever so you get there like twenty minutes early and knock on the door

changbin opens and says you can wait in the living room while he is grabbing some things

first of all you notice his house is super fuckin nice

you’re like “mental note to ask who his decorated is” 

so he goes off and you walk in the living room and there are his parents just looking at you with kind expectant smiles

and you’re like “ummmm.........hello........changbin’s parents....”

changbin is like walking in and out of the room completely unaware that you are lowkey shitting your pants because omg his parents are right there and you were not prepared for this you were just promised food

its then you realize this is his parents house and he freaking tricked you into meeting them

by the time he sits down next to you on the couch you’ve practically sweated through your nice outfit and answered a billion questions

“I told you, I pick good ones mom- OW!” 

you pinched him really hard and made a nervous look towards the door. 

He laugh and got the message

the two of you said goodbye and you proceeded to whack him very hard the second the door closed behind you

loves to spoil you

anytime you're mad at him the next day you find a very expensive flower arrangement as well as a nice piece of jewelry on your desk or doorstep

he never lets you pay for anything

in fact the most common argument you have is about him spending too much money on you or not letting you pay

one time after a really big fight he secretly paid your rent for the month (which led to you yelling at him again)

“CHANGBIN YOU PAID FOR MY RENT?!”

“I thought I was doing a nice thing!”

“Yes it was very nice but I want to do things for myself!”

“But you’re so....baby....my baby....I wanna take care of you.”

“I AM NOT BABY!”

he thinks you look really cute when you’re mad so you never really end up getting anywhere with arguments like that

changbin is definitely a huge cuddler

likes being both little and big spoon

his favorite sleeping position is probably you sleeping on top of his chest so he can hug you like a teddy bear (you have replaced Munchlax haha)

probably takes you on the most aesthetic dates

he loves being your personal photographer

he can’t show you off on the skz insta so he probably has like a separate private account just to post really cute pictures of the you and him

changbin is a huge fan of couple clothes 

like any kind

his favorite is finding couple shoes like sneakers. 

he likes knowing that he could wear them onstage and bring a piece of you into the public view but its like his lil secret

changbin is like super no no about scandals so after a few months he probably announces the relationship before the press even think he is in one

changbin is like the pinterest boyfriend 

like he strives to be pinterest worthy

the boys give him so much shit about it but like lowkey he doesn’t care he just steals their coffee or something in revenge

he probably keeps like special products for you in his apartment

he always has the coffee or tea you like stocked in his kitchen

changbin is definitely the type to love hard and love fast so once this boy has you locked down in a relationship he just goes all in

you two probably move in together pretty quickly because this boy is just so anxious to be around you all the time

lowkey whiny once you move in 

“y/nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!”

“changbin you've said my name like 18 times what the hell do you want”

“i wanna hug.”

tries to use aegyo to get out of chores and housework

“I love dark my ass.” you say shoving a laundry basket in his arms and watching him pout 

late night gym dates at like two in the morning

the boys lowkey getting jealous of how much time he spends with you

Felix and Hyunjin basically live at your apartment

you don’t know how they got keys but somehow they are always there 

you’ll wake up one morning and felix will be randomly asleep on your couch for no reason

your dates are often crash by one of the boys but you honestly don’t mind because they are so much fun

changbin is actually the most caring and empathetic boyfriend

he always seems to know when you have a bad day or are just feeling bad about yourself

sometimes you don't even understand how he knows 

you’ll just be laying in bed on your phone after a really rough day and wanting to cry and changbin will just come up and give you the warmest gentlest bear hug 

he won’t say anything but he’ll just hold you until you want to talk or just cry it out

lets be honest changbin hugs would be the best tho

like he hugs with his whole being

in a relationship i feel like he is super affectionate so hugs are pretty common but he probably hugs differently for different circumstances

like he gives really gentle hugs when your sad and strokes your hair, kissing the top of your head

probably a big fan of quick side hugs when you're in public or with the boys

big cuddly hugs when you’re alone where he can rock you side to side or flop onto the couch with you

so ‘i love you’

again changbin falls fast and hard so he would for sure be the first one to fall in love

but he wants you to say it first because he knows sometimes he can move too quickly and he doesn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable

the first time you say it changbin is just so happy 

before you can even finish the sentence he’s already saying it back

“I love you-”

“I love you more.”

he never forgets an anniversary even if he is on tour

during one of their breaks he flew you out so you could celebrate together 

he loves traveling with you

even if its just a road trip or the two of you randomly decide to spend the weekend at a hotel that's thirty minutes from your house

changbin definitely knows what he wants in life so the second he decides you are the one for him he starts planning how he wants to spend his life with you

he loves having serious conversations with you about the future

changbin loves when the two of you invite all the boys over for dinner and it turns into a fancy dinner party and he cant help but picture you doing this five or six years from now and you have kids and are throwing dinner parties like this on the weekends

you too throw a HUGE Christmas party every year

like inviting lots of staff from the company and a bunch of family and friends 

so like one second you are talking to changbin’s sister and your mom then the next thing you know you are accidently bumping shoulders with fuckin BamBam from Got7 or Tzuyu from Twice and Jae is singing with Jisung in your living room

its like a huge fancy event that you and changbin throw at your place that you spend like a month planning for

everyone is dressed very nice and your house is spotless and flawlessly decorated with a brightly lit tree that you and changbin spent four hours decorating

by 9pm everyone is drunk on egg nog and opening presents from secret Santa 

changbin also never lets a Christmas go by without kissing you under the mistletoe 

the boys stay the night mostly because no one is sober enough to drag Jisung out of your house. 

So Christmas morning is always spent with the boys 

changbin always puts you first 

he is really considerate and always considers how his decisions will affect you (unless he’s trying to pay for something)

all in all changbin would just be the best boyfriend

congrat reader you landed an angel

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Congrats on your follower milestone!!! For the request writing ask, can you write Kakashi with a crush on Obito, asking advice from Minato on how to ask him out? They're both seventeen and graduating from ANBU, and Kakashi doesn't want to let Obito go but can't bring himself to just... ask him out. IDK what advice Minato will have for his student, perhaps he asks Kushina for help since she was the one who asked him out 😂 May I request some kind of happy ending, maybe even a kiss?

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Kakashi held the certificate in his hands, looking out on the village as the sun set. He'd been released from ANBU just an hour prior, everyone going their seperate ways to celebrate with friends and family. Obito had returned to the Uchiha section of the village, and Kakashi found himself fighting the twitch in his limbs that was telling him to go find him. He'd had half a mind, earlier, to go and tell Minato or Kushina, but he dropped the thought almost immediately.

He had no family to celebrate with.

So instead, he'd sat on the roof of the hokage's office and contemplated how to go and tell Obito to stay with him. It wasn't an elegant request, the plan was full of holes and Obito could always say no, but Kakashi knew he couldn't survive without his best friend by his side.

"So is there a reason you're out here, Kakashi?" Minato asked. Kakashi startled and nearly fell off the roof at the sudden appearance of his sensei and whirled around. Icy blue eyes met Kakashi's own gray, and the two nin stared at each other quietly. Minato raised his eyebrow.

"Sorry sensei, just thinking." He replied, settling back down on the roof. The yellow flash came to sit beside him, white cape fluttering behind him.

"About?" He prompted, taking the ANBU certificate from Kakashi. "When I graduated from ANBU, I went traveling. Is that what you want to do?"

Kakashi rapidly shook his head. He took off his headband and let his sharingan eye open, just slightly, before he closed it once again. Even just opening it for a second drained his chakra, but he didn't open it for the sharingan abilities. The same person that had given him the sharingan was the reason that Kakashi wouldn't travel.

"Obito is coming by later. I asked him what he wanted to do the other day, and he said he'd want to become a genin sensei. He'd practically be benched if that happened, and I can only imagine how often you two would be able to see each other after that."

Kakashi cursed his sly sensei. Minato was looking down at Kakashi's certificate with hooded eyes, and the Hatake noted the distinct drop in temperature in the air around him. Minato was teasing him, the damn sadist that he was.

"I don't want to leave him. I don't want him to leave me." Kakashi said eventually, snatching his certificate back. Kakashi couldn't imagine a life without Obito. Couldn't imagine not having his warm back at his own, snoring away. He couldn't imagine going out to eat Ramen and not having Obito there to crash his lunch and make him pay. He couldn't imagine going on a mission and having his twin sharingan working in tandem with him.

"What a coincidence, then. Obito had told me the same thing." Minato said airily. "Now Kakashi, I'll give you an ultimatum, because I know you would just torture yourself otherwise."

Kakashi looked curiously at his sensei, trying to study Minato's face- it was pointless. Minato Namikaze was impossible to read, especially when he was in such a mood as this.

"If you don't tell Obito your feelings before he enters my office..." Minato began, and Kakashi's breath came out in a puff. Minato must have been feeling especially sadistic, and dread build up in Kakashi's heart as he guessed to what Minato's condition would be.

"I'll take Obito for myself."

Minato's icy blues glowed in the setting sun, and Kakashi could see the hint of fang on his sensei's manic smile. He didn't need to be told twice.

He found Obito in less than a minute, walking up to the Hokage's office from the Uchiha section. Kakashi didn't give his friend any time to get a word in.

"Move in with me." He blurted, grabbing Obito by the shoulders. His friend's one visible eye flitted all over Kakashi's face, and then he laughed. Kakashi loved that laugh.

"Good one Kakashi. Come on, let's go tell Minato-sensei the news." Was all Obito said, trying to move past Kakashi. Obito meeting with Minato was the last thing that could happen. Kakashi knew that if he let Obito go now, he'd be Minato's little beauty before the sun set, and that couldn't happen.

"I'm serious!" He insisted. "There's an apartment near the academy that's really cheap and it has more than enough room for the both of us. I'll buy groceries, you cook, I'll clean on odd days you clean on evens. Just... just do it!"

Kakashi's voice nearly broke at the last sentence, and he was aware thay he sounded like a pouting child, but he could see in Obito's face how the Uchiha was slowly coming around to the idea.

"What, do you want to marry me or something?" Obito mocked. Kakashi's heart almost stopped beating.

Yes.

Yes.

"Yes."

Obito's eye blew wide. The two freshly graduated ANBU stared at each other like that, but then someone cleared their throat behind them.

"You were coming to see me, Obito?" Minato asked, ignoring Kakashi completely. The white haired ninja's heart was rabitting a mile a minute, and he waited with baited breath for Obito to respond.

"Oh yes, I have some good news." Obtio said, managing to recover his composure. He took Kakashi's hand in his own, and held them up for Minato to see.

"I have a boyfriend."

~

"That was a little mean of you, Minato." Kushina said, sitting in the windowsill of the Hokage office.

"Perhaps." Minato replied. "I thought you'd be more jealous than concerned for my treatment of our little genin."

Kushina only rolled her eyes. "They're not genin anymore. And why would I be jealous? That bite mark on your ass is from a kitsune, not a bake-neko."

Minato chuckled quietly. "Yes, I suppose I am marked. What a shame that this prominent bite mark on my posterior scares away potential suitors."

They both sat in silence for a moment before breaking out in giggles.

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