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[lovelettersforthedamned]

"are you awake yet?" "no." "oh, okay sorry." + peter parker + and it's like the first night they've spent together

Pretty Girl

✮ tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

✮ word count: 0.6k

✮ summary: a soft morning with peter.

✮ warnings: allusion to smut, mention of sexy times the night before, reader has hair that can be tucked behind her ear, mentions of morning breath, a soft kiss and a steamy kiss.

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The comfort of the blankets covering your bare body makes you want to sink deeper into the mattress, but the sudden confusion of your surroundings pulls you out of your groggy state. You come to your senses as you feel for the sheets around you, the unfamiliar texture makes you realize the arm thrown over your waist. 

For a split second, you panic, until you force yourself to calm down. You sigh as you remember that you spent the night with Peter, and you nuzzle your body closer to his, a soft smile appearing on your lips. 

Peter must have felt your sudden need to be closer, because he pulls you closer to his chest, his skin warm from sleep. A flush of warmth runs over your cheeks. Some of it is from pure joy, but most of it is from giddy at the thought of the night before. 

The sun is starting to peek through the blinds of Peter’s window causing you to squint, effectively pulling you out of the sluggishness of sleep. Now that you’re awake, your body can’t stay still. The urge to turn around and press small kisses to Peter’s face was strong, and it took everything in you to stay facing away from him. 

You could only move for so long before Peter started to stir, his heightened senses picking up on your restlessness. An incoherent groan slips past his lips, causing you to giggle. You finally turn your body to face him, your hand reaches up to push a mess of his hair away from his eyes. Your hand lowers to rest on the side of his face, your thumb slowly rubs back and forth. Your voice is still warming up as you ask, “Are you awake yet?” 

Peter’s eyes are still closed, but a small laugh leaves him. His smile falls rapidly as he tries to conceal it. Now with his face forcing a frown, he responds, “No.” 

If your boyfriend wants to play games, you could too. You pull your hand away from his face, and quickly turn back around and move away from his grasp. He opens his eyes at your sudden movement, and he’s met with a view of your bare back. “Oh, okay sorry,” you mumble to him as you make yourself comfortable on the other side of the bed, a grin appearing on your face. 

You can hear a chuckle coming from him behind you before you feel an arm around your waist, turning you around and pulling you onto his chest. Pieces of your hair fall around your face as you laugh. “Hey pretty girl,” Peter whispers as he tucks some strands of hair behind your ear then moves to hold the side of your face. 

Your heart melts at his greeting. He brings your face down to his to kiss your lips softly. You savor the feeling, but quickly pull away, “I have morning breath, Peter!” 

His eyes are still on your lips, his gaze carries an unmistakable look of longing. “I don’t care,” he mumbles as he pulls you back down again. 

This time, you don’t pull away. Your lips are beautifully entangled with his. The kiss is deep and fills you with an overwhelming sense of love. Peter’s fingers begin to weave through your hair, giving it a slight tug as he moans into your mouth. You don’t pull away until you absolutely have to, the lack of air causing your head to swirl. “I thought you weren’t awake,” you tease. 

“No, no,” he starts, “I’m definitely awake. I don’t know what you’re talking about?” You laugh at his response before looking over his features. You take a mental picture of the Peter you’re looking at now. The morning sun looked good on him.

✮ author's note: hi all!! first of all, thank you for the support during my unplanned hiatus. your kind words have meant so much to me. once again, im slowly putting out the rest of the recs from the 400 follower bash, so stay tuned for those!! and im literally so close to 500 already...like what?? so keep an eye out for a little celebration for that too!! ok, ily bye!!!

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[lovelettersforthedamned]

peter and "dont give me that fucking look."

Stupid In Love

✮ tasm!peter parker x gn!reader

✮ word count: 0.7k

✮ summary: Your dinner date is forgotten in Peter's mind, and this was the last thing you needed as tension arises.

✮ warnings: hurt/comfort, angst, language, fluff at the end.

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That spark in you was slowly building into a steady flame. Peter’s presence was overwhelming and your heightened anger only projected it. 

You blew up at Peter earlier. As another dinner date flew by his brain, you couldn’t help but feel he didn’t value your time as much as you valued his. Short responses and the silent treatment signaled to him that something was wrong, and as much as he’d like to pretend he didn’t know, he definitely knew. 

He knew the moment he saw your face fall at his suggestion of staying in for dinner. Along with the immediate turn away from him to make a beeline straight to the bathroom, locking the door behind you. Peter didn’t want to push your buttons anymore, so as he sat on the opposite side of the couch from you, he didn’t dare say another word. 

You were on your phone, scrolling through mindless content, trying to distract yourself from Peter when he started to inch his hand closer to you. His fingers were trying to find an ounce of your touch, typical. There wasn’t a time when Peter wasn’t touching you. For him to go an hour without your touch was torture. He knew you were still upset, so he was testing the waters. 

Your legs are sprawled out on the length of the couch when Peter's hand rests on your ankle, causing you to look up at him; unamusement clear on your face. And in response, he looks offended. Huffing a sarcastic laugh, you speak for the first time all afternoon, “Don’t give me that fucking look.” 

Your words took Peter back. “Baby,” he starts, a hint of desperation in his voice, “whatever I did, I’m sorry.” 

Somehow, he made it worse, “Whatever you did?” You pull your legs into your chest, leaving his hand to fall on the fabric of the couch. He’s speechless, his mouth is open in stupidity. “Maybe if you valued our time together, you would’ve known we had dinner tonight at that new place around the corner.” You look down at your phone for the time, “That was almost half an hour ago, but it’s fine!” 

You stand from the couch and walk to the bathroom again, but this time, you don’t close the door behind you. While you leave, Peter is going through his mental calendar and groans when he realizes you’re right. He knows better this time. Peter’s not going to let you go. 

As you rinse your face off with cool water, you look back in the mirror to see Peter standing behind you. Rolling your eyes, you grab a face towel and try to leave the cramped bathroom, but a soft grip on your arm stops you. “Let me go, Peter,” you say without looking into his eyes. 

“I value our time together more than you’ll ever know, bug,” his tone is serious, but his voice carries a softness that he uses only for you. He can see tears forming in your eyes. His heart breaks at the sight, “You will always be my number one priority, and I’m sorry I haven’t expressed that recently, but I’ll never let you go, (Y/N). So please,” you finally look into his eyes, “let me make it up to you. For all of it.”

You tilt your head back and take a deep breath, before leaning into Peter’s frame. You can feel him let out a sigh of relief as he wraps his arms around you. Into his chest, you mumble, “Can we go to that restaurant tomorrow night?” 

“We can go every night for the next week if you want,” he leans down to place a chaste kiss on your head, “I love you so much.” 

Pulling your head away from his chest, you look up at him, “I love you too Peter. You’re stupid sometimes, but I love you.” 

Peter squeezes you a little tighter and laughs, “I’ll let you call me stupid for the rest of my life if that means I can hear you tell me you love me after.” 

✮ author's note: just a little peter fic to get me back into writing! don't forget to like, comment, and reblog to support me and your other fav writers. my four-hundred follower bash is happening NOW, so come join us! ok, ily bye!!

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[lovelettersforthedamned]

i have been a away for a bit and i come back to see you have reached 400 followers!!!!!! CONGRATS BABES YOU DESERVE IT SO MUCH

peter (obv) and "so...do you actually like me-." "we have been together for 4 years. we're getting married next year. what the hell do you think?" - 🎀

Old And Gray With You

✮ tasm!peter parker x f!reader

✮ word count: 0.6k

✮ summary: with your wedding a year away, your mind swirls due to insecurity, but peter is there (like always) to help you through it.

✮ warnings: anxiety, marriage, kisses, reader has hair (no length specified), fluff asf.

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The show playing in front of you was the last thing on your mind. Your fingers were messing with the engagement ring on your finger, a common nervous habit you’ve picked up since Peter asked you to be his. 

A million thoughts were swirling around in your mind, mostly about the wedding. You knew it wasn’t until a while, but still, you couldn’t stop your mind from thinking on its own. Marrying Peter was never a doubt in your mind. You loved him with your entire being and you would marry him tomorrow if you could. But would Peter feel the same in a year when your big day finally arrived? 

His hand on your thigh suddenly became very heavy as anxiety bubbled in your stomach. The air around you felt like it was constricting your ability to take a deep breath. 

At the beginning of your relationship, Peter let you know that he’d rather you talk to him about issues rather than keep them locked away. He knew your tendency to overthink affected your life, so to ease both of your worries, he reassured you that he’d keep an ear open for you to talk to. You decided that this was the perfect time to talk, but having the courage to do so scared you.

Peter knew something was off even before you realized you needed to talk about it. His ability to focus on you with his heightened senses came in handy for situations like this. The second you started fidgeting with the ring he got you made his awareness double, and as soon as he felt you tense, he was just waiting for you to say something. 

And with a deep breath, you did, “So…Do you actually like me?” 

Peter’s head whips around to look at you in an instant, not like he was paying attention to whatever was playing on the TV. He knew you would say something, but it definitely wasn’t that. “Bug, we have been together for four years. We’re getting married next year. What the hell do you think?” He huffed a laugh at the end of the question, his hand moving up and down your thigh in reassurance. 

You give him a sheepish smile in response, your face warming at his response. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know what I was thinking,” you’re embarrassed for even thinking that. A wave of shame washes over you.

“Hey, come here,” Peter opens his arms for you to scoot closer to him, your head resting on his chest while his arm wraps around your shoulders. “Don’t feel sorry for anything your pretty head comes up with,” he whispers into your hair, “I’m going to be with you for forever and ever, and I promise you that.” 

You tilt your head up to look into his eyes. The beautiful brown eyes pull you in, but you don’t mind. If you could lose yourself in Peter’s eyes, you would do it and never complain. Leaning in, you press a warm kiss on his lips. He smiles into the kiss, his arm wrapped around you pulls you in closer. “Love you, Pete,” you mumble. Your words make Peter’s heart explode. 

Pulling away for a breath, his gaze falls over your flustered features, “I can’t wait to be old and gray with you.”

✮ author's note: hi 🎀 anon! good to see you!! thank you for this request:) i have a bash going on for those who don't know!! come join us! don't forget to like, comment, and reblog to support my work:) ok, bye ily <3

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[lovelettersforthedamned]

Frat!peter Parker and “stay where you are. i'm coming to get you." And she’s at a party and maybe she’s went with a friend and then she’s left alone and calls on her number one pookie bear for help…? You write frat Peter so well I pass away every time 🫶🏻

One Call Away 

✮ frat!tasm!peter parker x f!reader

✮ word count: 0.9k

✮ summary: when you're friend gets mixed with the crowd, you're left to stand alone at a party you didn't even want to go to. luckily peter is always one call away from making your shitty night a decent one.

✮ warnings: fluff, mentions of alcohol, one kiss, language.

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Pre-gaming at your friend Amanda's apartment earlier that evening set the standards high. Drinks were poured, the music was loud, and laughs echoed in the room. You don’t usually go out, but if your friends needed a plus one, you were always there. 

But now the excitement you’ve felt for this party has suddenly turned sour now that you’re standing alone. You’ve been holding your drink for so long that it’s warmed from the heat of your palm. 

Amanda was whisked away within the first fifteen minutes of stepping foot in the dingy off-campus house. You were happy for her, of course, but being pushed into the corner while people danced around you made you reconsider coming. 

The air around you became hot and suffocating. Combined with the various couples making out beside you, you decided to step outside for a moment. Texting Amanda your new location you begin your journey out the door. It takes a few shoves, but you finally feel the cool air of the night wash over your cheeks. 

It feels like you were finally able to take a breath as you walk further out past the front yard. Looking back at the house, you can tell that the space was filled to the brim. Even the front lawn was crowded with empty solo cups and groups lingering on the porch. 

In all honesty, you’re over this environment. The internal debate between staying and leaving plagued your mind. Amanda knew a bunch of people here, and honestly, she probably forgot about you by now. It’s settled, you're leaving.

Pulling out your phone, you call Amanda. The dial tone rings a few times before she picks up, the music loud in your ear. “Hey girl,” she shouts, making you laugh and pull the phone farther away from your ear, “what’s up?” 

You speak loudly into the phone, hoping she’ll hear you, “Will you be alright if I leave? I’m just not feeling it, I’m sorry.” A wave of shame floods your mind. 

“No, go ahead! I’m sorry for dragging you to this stupid thing anyways,” she slurs a bit.

“Don’t worry about me, Amanda. Go have fun!”

She pauses, “Wait, how are you getting home? I can call you a taxi no problem.” 

“I’m going to call Peter,” you start, “I know he’s just sitting at home right now, so I’ll be fine. Pinky promise.” You sit on the sidewalk, watching more people walk right past you and into the already crowded home. You can’t help but wonder how many people can pack into there. 

A song comes on in the background of your call, causing Amanda to squeal, “Okay, okay. Tell Peter I said hi!” 

“Of course. Have a good night and call me if you need anything at all, okay?”

You can hear her shuffling through the crowd, “Mhm!” 

And with that you hung up, sighing as a smile creeps on your face. Nothing keeps Amanda away from a good party, that’s for sure. 

Standing up, you walk over to the makeshift trash can in front of the house, throwing away the rest of your warm beer before walking back to your spot on the sidewalk. You look at the time, mentally calculating if Peter would still be up and awake enough to pick you up. 

You press on Peter’s name on your phone and hope he’ll pick up. And to your surprise, he answers on the second ring. “Hey,” his voice is warm, “how’s the party, bug?” 

Sighing you respond, “Yeah about that…Do you think you can pick me up?”

Peter immediately rises from his comfortable position on the couch, his mind on high alert. He’s always had a terrible habit of assuming the worst, so with your question, he’s already putting his shoes on. His phone is sandwiched between his ear and his shoulder as he is tying his shoe, “Did something happen? Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine,” you pick at the gravel beside you, “Amanda found a suitor as soon as we got settled which left me awkwardly standing in the middle of madness.” You shrug, forgetting that Peter couldn’t actually see you, “Just wasn’t feeling it.” 

“I’m sorry, babe,” he frowns, “I’ll be there in ten.”

Ten minutes passed by quickly before Peter found you on your phone, sitting on the edge of the sidewalk. Hearing footsteps approach you, you look up and find your boyfriend wrapped in his fraternity’s merchandise. “Hey, stranger,” you smile as he offers a hand to pull you to your feet. 

You greet him with a warm kiss. He welcomes you with open arms, literally. Wrapping you in a bone-crushing hug, you melt into him. Peter pulls away to look at you, “It’s freezing out here.” He takes off one of his sweatshirts, “Arms up please.” The sweatshirt is pulled over your head, the warmth enveloping your body. 

A loud crash is heard from inside the house, causing you two to look back at the commotion. “Let’s go home,” you hold his hand, pulling him away from the party. 

Peter can’t take his eyes off the madness coming from inside the house, “If one of our parties looks like that, you’ll tell me right?” 

You laugh as you tug on his arm, causing him to finally follow you. “Like you’d ever let it reach that point, Pete.” 

“You’re right,” he says before turning back to the party, he shouts, “fucking amateurs!” 

✮ author's note: FRAT!PETER IS BACK. IM SO HERE FOR IT!! i love frat!peter because he is so cutsie and such a stereotypical college guy with a very sweet side for our dear reader. come join my follower bash!! don't forget to like, comment, and reblog to support my work! ok, ily bye!

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[lovelettersforthedamned]

Congrats on 400 followers!

I don't know if I can request two prompts, but could you write "they know about this. about us." and "your morning voice is so hot." "what?" with Poe? Pls make it smutty

Honey

✮ poe dameron x f!reader

✮ word count: 1.4k

✮ summary: A day off with Poe is rare, so might as well start it off right.

✮ warnings: fluff, smut, MINORS DNI, 18+, thigh riding, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, lowkey a situationship lolz.

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main m.list ⋆ poe dameron m.list ⋆ four-hundred follower bash

not my gif. credit to the owner.

Having a day off was a rarity, but having a day off the same day as Poe? That was nearly impossible. 

You and Poe have been sneaking around for a while. The thought of everyone knowing about your business with the Resistance’s poster boy gave you a headache. Whatever was going on between you two was good with the both of you, and you’d like to keep it that way. 

Your sleep schedule was jumbled, from hours spent late in the night to early mornings, you were swamped. And though you wanted to sleep in, your body’s natural alarm decided to wake you as the sun rose. Cursing to yourself, you turn to Poe, sleeping soundly in your bed. 

He’s lying on his stomach, and his arm draped over your waist as his curls sprawled over your pillow. His grip on you tightened as you moved closer to him, the heat of his skin radiating, causing you to curl up next to him. 

Your eyes grew heavy. Poe’s soft breaths act as a lullaby until your holopad wrung. The blasting sound of the incoming call woke you both. You stumble to the bedside desk, fixing your appearance, not bothering to check who it is before answering. 

Rose’s face appears and you turn to make sure Poe isn’t in view before turning back around, “Hey, Rose! Is there something wrong?” A bright big smile is plastered on your face, an obvious cover for your true state. 

Her eyebrows furrow. “No,” she starts, “I was just wondering if you’ve seen Poe? He was supposed to send me the report for the new pilot.” 

Poe was fully awake at this point, and you looked in the corner of your eye to see him looking at you. He shrugs and mouths “day off”. You hold back a laugh before turning back to Rose, “If I see him I will let him know.”

“Mhm…,” her words drag out as she puts the pieces together. “Poe! I expect that report in my hands first thing tomorrow morning,” she speaks louder to make sure he can hear from your bed behind you. 

Your eyes widen. “Yep,” Poe calls out. 

“Enjoy your day off, (Y/N),” she says before ending the call. 

The moment you put down the holopad, your eyes are trained on Poe, worry and anger flooding through your veins. His arms are open, welcoming you back into his hold. You waste no time before settling in the sheets, nuzzling against Poe’s chest. 

You break the comfortable silence, “They know about this. About us.” 

“Only Rose does,” Poe mutters, his voice still raspy from sleep. He’s always been the person to try and ease your worries, but with this, he knows he won’t succeed. 

“If Rose knows,” you turn to face him, “then everyone does.” 

He laughs. He knows that your worrying isn’t funny, but he can’t help but laugh. You playfully smack his arm and try to move away from him, but his hold is too strong. “No, wait,” he says between giggles, “you look cute when you’re worried over things that don’t matter.” 

“But this does matter, Poe–,” you’re cut off by a small kiss.

Poe’s hand is holding the side of your face, his thumb stroking back and forth as he looks at your features. “Your morning voice is so hot,” he whispers.

Your face scrunches in confusion, “What?” 

Poe doesn’t even respond to your question, he dives in for another kiss. But this time, he fully pulls you in, the kiss is messy and desperate. Although you two spent the night entangled in each other’s arms, you couldn’t get enough of him. 

You’re both naked from the night before, the heat from your skin makes it almost uncomfortable under the covers. Poe must have thought the same when he threw it off, the fabric lying on the floor. You giggle at his actions, the cold air shocks your system. 

Poe pulls away panting, “Get on top of me.” His voice was soft but demanding. The lust in his eyes was entrancing, and along with the rasp in his voice, you were trapped. 

You sit up and swing your leg over his waist before lining yourself with his hard cock. You were just about to lower yourself before he grabbed your waist, stopping you. Looking up, you’re confused. Isn’t this what we wanted? 

He must have seen the confusion written across your face because he laughs before speaking. “Sorry, I should’ve been more specific,” he starts, a slight blush rising to his cheeks. His hands on your waist have subconsciously started stroking the skin there, “Ride my thigh, (Y/N).”

“Oh,” you perk up at his request. You back down to his thigh, place your wet core onto him, and start grinding. 

With the way you’re moving, the friction on your clit is perfect, causing you to throw your head back and let out a dangerously loud moan. The walls on the base have always been thin, and you knew that, but you didn’t care, especially when Poe’s looking at you like you’re the only person in the galaxy. 

His cock is resting on the outside of your thigh, the tip leaking with precum. Your hands were once placed on Poe’s chest, but now one of them is holding his hand to your hip and the other is jerking him off. 

Poe’s body tenses at the sudden stimulation before he lets out a low groan. The sound of his pleasure urges you to keep going. You move your hips faster as you tighten your fist around the tip of his cock. “You’re gonna be the death of me, honey,” he slurs. 

You take a mental note of the new name he used for you, storing it in the back of your mind. 

Your legs are shaking and tired, but you’d be an idiot to stop now, especially when you’re this close. Momentarily pausing your movements, you lean down to give Poe a quick kiss, “You wish.” 

Leaning back up, you can feel the coil in your stomach edge its way closer to the tipping point of pleasure. The grip on your hips tightened catching your attention and making you look at the desperate man below you. “You’re right there,” he kneads at the skin there, “I can feel it.” You nod, unable to form a coherent sentence. “Cum for me. Please, I need it,” he tenses his thigh, the muscles now acting as more stimulation for your aching clit. 

With this new angle, you cum instantly. The sight of you coming undone causes Poe to cum with you. Your hand is a mess. Your fist is covered with ropes of cum, the warm liquid running down your fingers. 

As you come down, you collapse onto Poe’s chest. You’ve both made a mess, you could feel it. Your inner thighs are sticky and uncomfortably wet, causing you to try and dismount yourself off of his thigh. But with shaky legs, you fail. You barely raise your leg a few inches before the muscles shake, causing it to collapse back into the sticky mess. 

Poe notices your discomfort and quickly flips you so that you’re the one lying on the bed. He presses a delicate kiss to your forehead before whispering, “I’ll be right back.” Your eyes are closed as you nod. 

You can hear the sink running from the refresher before a warm cloth is placed on your core. Your eyes widen at the feeling, before relaxing at the sight before you. Poe is cleaning you up with such care. He wipes away all remnants of pleasure and triple-checks that he got everything before he even thinks to clean himself up. 

You grin at the gesture. When Poe tosses the cloth in the hamper, he returns to you. Laying on top of your naked frame, his curls tickle your chin. “You’re a real gentleman, Dameron,” you mumble into the crown of his head. 

His arms tighten around you, “Only for you though.” 

“Oh yeah?” You start, “Why’s that?”

He takes a deep breath before sinking further into your hold, “Good night, (Y/L/N).” 

“The day just started. You have all day to explain what you meant by that, and the ‘you’re gonna be the death of me, honey’,” you lower your voice to mimic his, eliciting a laugh from Poe. 

He lifts his head and pauses before pressing a warm kiss to your lips. “Patience is key,” he whispers before laying his head back down on your naked chest, “...honey.”

✮ author's note: i love poe dameron smut!! thank you anon :) come join us in my bash!! we can't wait to see you!!! don't forget to like, comment, and reblog to support me and my work. ok, bye ily

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[lovelettersforthedamned]

For the 400 followers bash, I want to be punched in my fucking feelings with TASM Peter and the “do you care?” + “does all of this mean nothing to you?” prompts. Idk what kind of mood I’ve been in for the past month or so where I just desperately want ANGST, so I am politely on my knees begging for the ouchiest hurt comfort you can muster.

So Be It

✮ tasm!peter x reader

✮ word count: 1.0k

✮ summary: you're the only person peter has left, and when he pushes you the edge, you set your foot down.

✮ warnings: language, light descriptions of injuries (stitches), violence, mention of bruising, peters a dick in this, angst, all hurt/no comfort.

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✮ by @gifmarvel

Having Peter sit in your bathtub bleeding and bruised on a Saturday night wasn’t ideal, but when he knocked on your window an hour ago, you didn’t have the heart to say no. The water is now lukewarm as Peter’s gaze bores a hole into the tile in front of him. 

He hasn’t moved an inch or said anything since he’s sat in the tub. You’ve been working on a gnarly gash on his shoulder, and the only sounds to escape his lips were the softest of winces. Sometimes Peter talks about what he saw on his night out, but other times, like this one, he remains silent. You never pester him about it. You won't force him to talk if he doesn’t want to talk. 

Tying off the last stitch, you rise off the floor, and a quiet pop of your joints echoes. A physical reminder of how long your knees have been on the hard floor. As you rise, you sigh before placing the needle and medical supplies on the counter. “I’m gonna get some water,” you place your hands on your hips, “I can make you something to eat if you’re up for it?”

He’s silent still. Peter’s stare doesn't move from the pale tiles. There’s no response from him, “Peter?”  

“Yeah, whatever.”

You ignore his snarky response, walking to the kitchen to fill a cup with water, and grabbing a granola bar from the pantry before returning to the bathroom. When you’re met with Peter putting his suit back on, you pause. 

Placing the water and granola bar on the counter next to the supplies you were just stichting him with, you bring your hands up to his chest, stopping his movements. And finally, Peter looks at you. The bags under his eyes are dark. That’s the first thing you notice when you look into his eyes for any answers. 

Giving up, you ask, “What are you doing?” 

He walks past you. Once again, his eyes fall to the floor, away from yours. “Back off,” he mutters. Scanning the floor, he searches for his mask—the red fabric blending in with the darkness of your room. 

You roll your eyes at his stubbornness, “If you think you’re going back out tonight, you’re fucking crazy.” Standing back in front of him, you try to grab his attention again. 

Peter shoves you aside, causing you to slam into your bed frame beside you. The edge of it dug into your arm, surely to leave a bruise there in the morning. A gasp of pain leaves you.

The sound of your fall causes Peter to turn back around. It’s like he’s finally woken up from whatever trance has held him captive all night. He crouches down and offers a hand, but you cut him off. Your worry grew to anger, “Do you even care?”

Retracting his hand, his eyebrows furrow, “What?”

“Do you care that you’re hurting everyone that loves you to be Spider-Man?”

He doesn’t respond, instead, he’s stunned into silence. Your question makes him recall all of the friends he’s pushed away. You’re the only one left. For the past few years, you’ve been able to deal with all of Peter’s lows and celebrate his highs. The two of you weren’t sure what you were officially, but you’ve always shown Peter kindness, and now, he’s afraid he’s going to lose it.

“I mean, come on Peter,” you push yourself up to stand, not without a wince that doesn't go unnoticed by the man in front of you, “does all of this mean nothing to you?” You look around at your bedroom. His clothes are neatly stacked on top of your dresser, the water you brought him still untouched, and a few of his sleep shirts tossed on the floor for when he decides to sleep over. And under a pile of them, he finally finds his mask. You made Peter feel comfortable, and most importantly, you made him feel safe in your dingy one-bedroom apartment. “Do I mean nothing to you? Because honestly, you make me feel like shit,” you shout.

He’s still crouching there on the floor, looking up at you with an extreme sense of guilt, and it’s visible. When he rises to his feet, a fire is sparked in your blood. With all your might, you shove him as hard as you can. Peter stumbles back, the shock of your strength makes his eyes widen. 

“Just get out, Peter,” you scream between gasping and shaky breaths, “please just leave!” 

He lets you keep shoving him, even though he can feel his wounds opening again, he takes each shove. Tears are rolling down your cheeks as you sloppily attack New York’s neighborhood hero. You eventually shove him to the window he’s crawled through almost every night. Pushing it open, you turn to Peter, waiting for him to make his exit. 

He reaches a gloved hand up to cup your cheek, “You’re my everything. I’m sorry, bug.” The nickname buzzed in your ear as soon as he said it. He’d usually call you that during times of intimacy. Back when you used to enjoy his company. But now, it was the annoying insect in your ear. Lingering there as you desperately tried to ignore it. 

Pulling down his mask, he hops out of the window. Not bothering to pull the glass shut, you sink to the floor, and sobs escape your lips. Peter’s heart aches as he hears your wails, he’s below you, sticking to the brick wall of your apartment. Silent tears escaping his own eyes. 

You both know this is the last time you’ll see each other formally. But of course, Peter can’t help but watch you exist for the next few months. As he looks after you, he realizes that he hasn’t heard your laugh in a while as he watches you throw your head back in amusement when you’re out with your friends. Your peace warms him, and if that peace didn’t include him in it, then so be it. 

✮ author's note: hi anon!! i've been in a weird angsty mood too, so i get it. thank you for requesting this very sad, but very delicious fic with those prompts. no happy ending because angst. don't forget to like, comment, and reblog. to support my blog! check out my four-hundred follower bash that's happening NOW!! ok, ily bye<3

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Congrats on reaching 4000 followers!!! 🥳

Can I request "so tell me, what do you feel for me?" "you know the answer. you know it all." "i want to hear you say it." with Steven Grant? ❤ it could be end with smut if you're comfortable with it 🤭

Same Tradition, Different Approach

✮ steven grant x afab!reader

✮ word count: 1.4k

✮ summary: a late night confession opens both you and steven's hearts (and your legs).

✮ warnings: fluff, smut, language, mention of food, mentions of anxiety, kisses, hair pulling, oral (f! receiving), cunnilingus, MINORS DNI, 18+.

minors if you keep reading i will manifest you having lice :)

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gif by @magnusedom Every Friday night, you and Steven meet at his apartment for movie night. You guys have kept this tradition every week for the past few years that you’ve been friends. Laying in his bed, you both stare at the laptop screen, a comfortable silence falling upon you two. 

With the final scenes playing, you sit up and stretch. “That was good,” you look towards Steven, still lying comfortably under the blankets, “a little slow, but good.” He nods his head in response as you fold up your laptop, tossing it aside, and giving him your full attention. “I brought vegan cookie dough if you’re up to baking. I’m craving something sweet,” you begin to rise from the mattress, but Steven’s abnormal silence stops you in your tracks. 

Steven’s ability to constantly talk about anything was one of the things you loved about him, along with many other things, so his lack of words shocked you. You say his name, and it finally catches his attention, “You okay?” 

His eyes linger on yours for a second too long, and he quickly diverts them before responding. “Y–Yeah,” he clears his throat before sitting up, the blankets pooling on his lap, “just some things on my mind, love.” 

Your head tilts at his confession. Steven always had a nervous habit when dealing with tricky things, so when you see this, you’re puzzled. Your eyes dart to his constantly moving hands then back to his eyes. You reach a hand towards his anxious ones, placing yours there to ease his mind, “We can talk about it. Only if you want to, of course.” 

“It’s complicated, and I don’t want to bother you,” his demeanor visibly relaxes at the feeling of your touch. 

You let out a breathy laugh, “You never bother me, Steven, you know that.” Your thumb has started to rub the back of his hand, each movement making his heart flutter. 

“Just,” he starts before stopping, trying to find the right words, “don’t let what I say ruin our friendship. I value too much, and if I happen to fuck this up then stop me right now.” Your heart was racing at each word that Steven was rambling over. He was a nervous mess in front of you, and you could tell he was scaring himself. You kept quiet to see if he would continue, but when he remained flustered, you decided to jump the gun. Grabbing the sides of his face, you pulled him in for a kiss. 

Nerves racked your brain until he kissed back. His hands, previously folded over each other on his lap, are now at the sides of your waist, pulling you in closer. There’s a fit of passion between the two of you. All these years of unspoken love have finally escaped, and you couldn’t be more relieved. 

You try to pull away, but Steven keeps you in his touch with one of his hands coming to the side of your neck. His other hand makes its way down to the meat of your hip, squeezing it. You gasp at his actions, pulling away to look at him with a smile on your face. Steven’s face is bright red, his gaze focusing on your lips until you grab his chin, forcing him to look up at you, “So tell me, what do you feel for me?”

He’s already leaning in for another kiss, his body needs you. You lean back, forcing him to chase your lips before he responds, knowing that you won’t let him touch you unless he answers your question, “You know the answer, darling. You know it all.” 

He thought you were satisfied until you shook your head, still holding his chin as you leaned in as close as possible. Still not connecting your lips, you whisper, “I want to hear you say it, Steven.” 

You’re teasing him, and he knows it. “I love you.” he starts before taking a deep breath and looking into your eyes. “I love every part of you, and I can’t handle another second without your touch now that I’ve finally got it. So, please…Please let me kiss you, love.” 

The grin on your face widens before you close the gap between you and Steven. He moans into the kiss as if you’re the sweetest fruit he’s sunk his teeth in. The sound of his pleasure sends waves straight to your core, a feeling of desperation grows as the kiss progresses. 

“Lay down,” Steven mutters into your lips. Leaning back to fall onto the mattress, your lips never leave his. His arms cage you in as he hovers over your body, his lips moving to your neck. His lips suck on the supple skin right under your ear, eliciting a moan from you. Your hands immediately weave themselves in his hair. Lifting his head he says your name, catching your attention, “Let me take care of you, yeah?”

Not another second goes by before you nod your head, eager to see what happens next. His arms slide down your torso, his fingers catching on the hem of your pants and hooking under your panties in one swift motion. You open your legs for Steven, and he wastes no time placing himself between them. 

He first places delicate kisses on each thigh. Each one is higher than the last, and each one causes a shiver to run up your spine. The anticipation was killing you, “Steven, please stop teasing.” 

He nips at the skin before licking it and placing his head on your thigh, looking up at you with innocent eyes, “I have no idea what you’re talking about, love.” You whine in response, and he laughs. “Hey,” he finally comes face to face with your aching pussy, “I had to get back at you for teasing me. Now we’re even.” 

You start to talk back before you’re cut off by Steven’s warm mouth on you. He doesn’t waste any time before diving his tongue deep into you, a gasp of surprise echoes throughout the small apartment. He’s lapping at your juices, the taste makes him moan into your clit. “Fuck, Steven…,” you moan, your hands gripping at the sheets beside you. You’re not sure where he learned how to do this, but that’s honestly the last thing on your mind, especially when he keeps sucking on your clit. 

Steven can see how hard you’re gripping the sheets, and even though you two are touching, he misses your touch. He removes one of his hands off of your thighs and reaches for yours. You’re still a moaning mess when Steven intertwines your fingers, but you notice his actions, as you always have. 

He can’t get enough of you, and when you cum into his mouth, he stays there, making sure to get every single drop. “Steven–fuck,” you giggle at his eagerness to keep going, but you’re too overstimulated to keep going. With your free hand, you hold the side of his head before gently pulling him off of you. 

His lips and chin are glistening from your slick, and he has a shit-eating grin on his face. You couldn’t get enough of the sight in front of you. Sitting up, you pull Steven up for a kiss. The taste of you on his lips makes you whine. 

Reaching towards Steven’s cock, you pull away when you feel a wet spot and a soft cock in his pants. You look back up at him, his face bright red from embarrassment, “Shit. I’m sorry, love. That’s pathetic of me.”

“Hey,” you give him a small peck, “I think it’s kind of hot actually.” You smile at him before standing and walking towards the bathroom. You look over your shoulder to see Steven, still on the bed, admiring your half-naked form. You tease, “Do you want to join me in the shower, or are you going to keep staring at me?”

He perks up at the suggestion and immediately joins you. 

Your movie nights will continue to be a tradition, but now, a few kisses in between each scene won’t hurt. 

✮ author's note: EEEK STEVEN GRANT!!! i love this man so much it's unreal. thank you for requesting this and participating in my bash, @steven-grants-world !! if you guys want to join, click on the link at the top of this fic. don't forget to like, comment, and reblog if you enjoyed!! ok, bye ily 🫶

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for your follower bash "you look good in my shirt." with marc. it could be fluff, smut or both... you decide 😘

(Eye) Candy for Breakfast

✮ marc spector x f!reader

✮ word count: 0.7k

✮ summary: on a lazy saturday morning, marc can't help but admire you in his shirt.

✮ warnings: fluff, reader has hair, one kiss, illusions to smut.

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Work has been on the back of your mind every single second that it’s seemed to reflect on you physically. Plus, the dreary London weather brought down your spirits especially when a storm decided to pour on you on your walk home last night. 

Life seemed to laugh in your face this morning as you were awakened to a bright ray of sunshine hitting you directly in your eyes. You groan as you turn over, only to be trapped in Marc’s arms. Your movement woke him from his sleep, both of you in a hazy daze; stuck between a sweet spot of being awake and falling back asleep. 

Marc removes one of his hands from your waist to brush some pieces of hair away from your face, causing a smile to sprout on your face. “Good morning, stranger,” you mumble.

Saturday mornings with Marc were a sacred time for you both. It felt like a mental reset when you were able to have a day to lounge around with your boyfriend for an entire day. He brought you a warm feeling of peace that you longed for when you weren’t with him. Marc was addictive. 

His eyes fall closed as he pulls you closer into his embrace, “Good morning, baby.” You can’t help but melt into his chest, the warmth of his bare skin beckoning you to lay there a little longer. A second passes before a rumbling erupts from Marc’s stomach. 

“If you were hungry you could’ve just told me,” you giggle into his neck. 

He huffs out a laugh. “Breakfast can wait,” he finally opens his eyes, blinking a few times, “but coffee sounds great right now.” 

You nod your head eagerly, trying to pry yourself out of Marc’s arms. He finally lets you go, pulling his arms to rest behind his head as he admires the sight before him. 

Strands of hair are still in your face as you yawn, raising your arms above you to stretch the sleep away from your body. Your panties poke out under your sleep shirt. Marc’s old Chicago Cubs shirt quickly became yours to sleep in. The cotton is just soft enough for you to be comfortable in. 

Marc wasn’t complaining. He’d let you steal any of his shirts if he could be greeted with this view of you every morning. 

His eyes follow you all the way to the tiny kitchen on the other side of Steven’s apartment. You quickly brew a pot before bringing two mugs back to bed, a smirk on Marc’s face. 

You’re too occupied with not spilling the dark liquid all over the sheets to notice Marc’s intense gaze on you. It’s not until you cross your legs under you and pull the blanket back over your bare skin that you notice he’s still looking at you, not bothering to sip the coffee he was wanting just a moment earlier. “Your coffee is going to get cold,” you mutter before taking another sip, feeling the hot liquid run down your throat.

He finally takes a sip, taking another good look at you before clearing his throat, “You look good in my shirt.”

Your cheeks warm at his random confession, trying to cover your flush by taking another long sip of your coffee. Taking a second before responding, you smile, “If you think I look good now you should see me without it.” You’re joking, but the look in his eyes lets you know that he is serious about your offer. Another giggle erupts from you, but it stops as he’s completely silent. He’s dead serious. “Hey, no,” you point at him, “it’s too early for that.” 

Looking over to the clock on his bedside table, he responds, “It’s nearly eleven.” 

“Well then,” you hand Marc your mug, bringing both cups to the table carefully, “what are we waiting for?” 

Marc smiles before pulling you into a deep kiss. 

✮ author's note: thank you anon for this lovely request. just a little smidgen of a lead into smut ;). if you want to join my bash, there's a link to it up at the top! don't forget to like, comment, and reblog if you like what you see! ok, ily bye!!

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from your prompt list, "are you awake yet?" "no." "oh, okay sorry." with din djarin <3333 ❄️❄️

Lights Out

✮ din djarin x reader

✮ word count: 0.7k

✮ summary: sleep was calling out for you, but with the refusal to leave your ridurr's side, you try to stick it out for as long as possible. din notices and forces you to rest.

✮ warnings: sleep deprivation, fluff, kisses, post-grogu.

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The silence of floating in the stars brought you a quiet kind of peace. That peace came rare to you and your riduur. Considering his line of work, a moment of rest became a novelty to you two. Even when you’re uncomfortably cramped in the small cot inside the Razor crest, sleep greets you like an old friend. 

Din agreed to let you keep the inside of the Crest at a cooler temperature than normal, especially during the nights. To you, there was nothing better than keeping warm under a warm blanket while the cool air around you nipped at your nose. Even Din realized you were on to something when you nuzzled into his chest, a serendipitous smile filling the apples of your cheeks. If you were happy, he was happy. 

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Sitting in the cockpit with Din, you let out a yawn. Your body gives away how awake and alert you are. Din turns to look at you, the beskar helmet slightly tilting as he gives you his full attention. “Go rest your eyes, cyar’ika,” he nods to the cot downstairs. 

“I said I would stay up here with you,” you look at the view in front of you, avoiding eye contact, “and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” The bags under your eyes would reveal that you haven’t slept well in days. It’s hard to rest while Din is out, and tonight would be the first night he’s back. You loved spending time with your riduur, even if that meant waiting for the coordinates of another bounty. 

Yet another yawn escapes your lips, and for Din, that’s all it took for him to know that you needed sleep desperately, “I’ll call for you if something happens, I promise. Now please go rest, ner kar’ta.” 

And with a sigh, you rise from your seat, reaching for Din’s hand before departing, giving it a tight squeeze, “You better.” He squeezes back, that’s enough confirmation for the both of you, leaving you to exit the cockpit finally.

Climbing down the ladder, you realize how tired you really were. Your body felt heavy as you took another step closer to the cot, and as soon as your head hit the pillow, your eyes shut as you sighed. “Only for a few minutes,” you told yourself. 

Those ‘few minutes’ turned into two hours, and you were blissfully unaware. Din was able to land the Crest on Nevarro, not too close to town, but close enough to hear the life coming from the community. He shut off the engines, and locked the ramp, closing up for the night. 

As soon as he made his way to the foot of the cot, he could see your head peeking through the top of the blanket and a soft snore from under it. He lets out a laugh, remembering how stubborn you were about going to bed in the first place. 

Removing his helmet, along with all the other pieces of beskar until he was just in his undershirt and pants, he crawled into the cot beside you; careful not to disturb your sleep. He places a kiss on your forehead. Seeing that you’ve stirred from the slight movement, your eyes open halfway, sleep still clinging to your senses. He pulls down the blanket to reveal the rest of your face before asking, “Are you awake yet?”

“No,” you sigh, taking in the sight of your riduur propping himself over you. A small smile appears on your face. 

“Oh, okay sorry–,” he starts to pull away before you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into your chest. A grunt of surprise fills the small room, followed by your giggles. 

Din pulls his head away from your skin to look at your face only to fall back again, but this time, he plants a sweet kiss to your lips. Your arms, still on his neck, hold him closer, savoring this moment. You pull away with haste, confusion written along your features, “Wait, how long was I out?”

“Let’s just go to sleep, cyar’ika,” he shuts off the remaining lights in the hull of the ship, knowing that he’s going to get an earful of complaints from you in the morning. But he knows you’ll forget about it as soon as you realize you’re in Nevarro, Karga welcoming you both with open arms. 

✮ author's note: hi ❄️ anon!!! thank you for requesting this and being apart of my bash! guys, why is star wars so hard to write my gawwddd. anyways! i have a bash happening now, so go check it out (pinned on my blog)!! come join us besties. don't forget to like, comment, and reblog if you love what you see. it means so much! ok, bye ily <3

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Congrats on 400 followers! Can you do Jake Lockley + "shut up and just let me take care of you" and make it fluffy pls 🥹

Fall Into You

✮ jake lockley x f!reader

✮ word count: 0.4k

✮summary: taking care of jake was a treat. for both parties involved.

✮ warnings: a few kisses, ending hints at fun times;), mentions of scars, so much fluff.

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London nightlife was always loud. The street below the apartment you shared with the boys was bustling with crowds moving from point A to point B. But while the erupting laughter was heard, the buzz of comfortable silence filled the room. 

Jake was ‘Moon Knight-ing’, as you liked to call it, before he returned home, his muscles sore from the abuse it’s taken from the many nights he pushed himself too far. You’re sitting behind him in bed, lotion lathered on your hands as you massage it into his back. 

As you work the lotion into his skin, you can’t help but stare at the scars that litter it. Your fingers trace over each one. Each pattern you draw sends a shiver down Jake’s spine, you giggle each time he reacts. “You know you don’t have to do this, hermosa,” he turns his head over his shoulder to look at you. You pay him no mind as you bring your hands over his shoulders, applying pressure to the knots there.

“Shut up and just let me take care of you,” you whisper into his skin, planting a kiss there. 

Jake’s body relaxes as soon as your lips touch his back. He always thought that he never deserved a love like this. He was the last one to meet you out of the three. Lingering in the back, he was secretly jealous of the attention Marc and Steven were receiving. And with their encouragement, he finally came out of his shell, letting you in, letting you love him. 

If anyone saw this side of Jake, they wouldn’t believe it. Whenever he fronted, his cold demeanor never left until his eyes laid on you. And just like tonight, he’s never felt more relaxed in his life. 

“Hermosa,” he calls out for you, causing you to stop your movements, “c’mere.” You crawl around to place yourself next to him, your hands immediately reaching for him, as if it’s an instinct. “I love you so much,” he sighs before leaning in to press your lips to his. 

The kiss is slow, but so incredibly passionate. Your lips dance together to an unknown beat. Jake’s hand reaches up to cradle the side of your face, pulling you impossibly closer to him. You sigh into his mouth as you crawl into his lap. Pulling away he looks down at your new position, “It looks like I’m about to take care of you, huh?”

A giggle escapes your lips, “I hate you.”

“Yeah, mhm. Let’s see if you still say that in twenty minutes,” he smiles before planting a soft kiss on your forehead. 

✮ author's note: thank you anon for the request!! i love jake with my whole heart omg. i have a bash going on, so check it out!!! don't forget to like, comment, and reblog to support my blog!! ok, bye ily&lt;3

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WELCOME TO MY FOUR-HUNDRED FOLLOWER BASH!

first of all, thank you so much for this achievement! i'm so happy to have you guys here. whether you're new or not, i love you guys. writing is such a delight for me, and i love that you enjoy my passion!

a lot of you guys loved the prompt list, so here i present: four-hundred follower bash dialogue prompt list!!

HOW TO ASK FOR A FIC:

click on my ask box and type:

[ character from my masterlist + dialogue prompt + any other comments you want to add ]

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bash ends april thirteenth:)

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a few updates!!

hi guys! sorry i've been kind of mia. life has been busy, and honestly, my motivation to write recently has been at an all time low :(.

i see all of your wonderful requests, and i will get to them as soon as possible!! my bash is still going on until the thirteenth, and i will continue to publish new fics for it past the cut off date.

i want to make sure every single request is completed, so they will be coming out at a slow pace!!

thank you for all the love and patience. it means so much seeing all the likes, comments, and reblogs. my heart is full!

ok, ily bye!

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LLFTD FOUR-HUNDRED FOLLOWER BASH PROMPTS

these are not my prompts...credits to the owners of these beautiful pieces of dialogue.

"i'm sorry for telling the truth. i'm sorry i didn't want to lie."

"so tell me, what do you feel for me?" "you know the answer. you know it all." "i want to hear you say it."

"why does everything with you have to be so difficult?" "It's fun getting you all riled up."

"we should probably stop this." "yeah." "we're not going to though, right?" "oh, absolutely not."

"did you know you talk in your sleep."

"cut it out, i'm tired of hearing you guys tease me about this."

"and you think you can get away with teasing me like that?"

"i dropped everything to be with you, everything." "and who asked you to do that?"

"i am done. i'm done waiting for you."

"so...do you actually like me-." "we have been together for 4 years. we're getting married next year. what the hell do you think?"

"i want to believe you."

"you want me?" "you know i do."

"i don't mind wasting time on you."

"...you'll never let me live this down, will you?"

"you're blushing." "so are you!"

"your morning voice is so hot." "what?"

"are you awake yet?" "no." "oh, okay sorry."

"no, no, stop. stop talking like that. you're gonna be fine."

"you dumbass. don't do that ever again."

"tell me how i'm supposed to un-love you, then. tell me."

"i love you." "they will kill you if you say that again."

"they know about this. about us."

"you know i love you."

"did you care?"

"shut up and just let me take care of you."

"does all of this mean nothing to you?"

"please tell me i don't look as bad as i feel."

"stay where you are. i'm coming to get you."

"is this okay?" [nods head] "use your words baby."

"shit, no, that's not what i meant."

"i mean, i knew you'd like the gift, but not this much."

"you're doing so well..."

"give me your hand."

"they're not good for you." "and what would you, of all people, know about being good for me?"

"i know you said you weren't hungry, but i made you something anyways."

"why do i feel like i know you?"

"not that my opinion matters, but i think you're doing great."

"i think i miss what we could have been rather than what we were."

"i never wanted to lose you like that."

"you're drunk--" "i'm not drunk! why can't we" [sobs] "why can't we go back to the way we were before?"

"i had so many things i wanted to tell you but now that you're actually here, my mind's wiped completely blank."

"you've been avoiding me all night." "i wasn't. i was just...distracted."

"you've got issues, and i'm done dealing with them for you."

"please don't be a stranger."

"i kind of like that you're the one i'm doing this with."

"you look good in my shirt."

"i could treat you better than half of the people you dated, and you know that very well yourself."

"i'd wait for you for a lifetime if i had to."

"what are you doing here?" "you told me you're sick, so i came here to take care of you. now let me in, it's freezing out here."

"baby, you did so good."

"can i kiss you?" "maybe once you sober up, you can ask me that."

"i don't want to sleep around with you anymore. i'm tired of being just a body for you to fuck."

"you'll always be important to me."

"it will always be you."

"your eyes are lingering again." "is there a problem with it?"

"why won't you just admit that we could be so good together if you'd just give us a chance?"

"i want to make us work again, if you'er willing." "god, of course i'm willing."

"don't give me that fucking look."

"oh, so you think it's funny to tease me by flirting with that guy over there?"

"i want you. not them, not anyone else, but you."

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