Shaquilles-0atmeal - Ana

This man isn't real. What the actual fuck

How does someone look so hot in a sweater bro

oh my fuck

i need to ride his face

never in my life have I heard of something I want to be a part of mor than this.

count. me. in.

If tumblr dies I think we should all start a shared google doc

^^

when no one has written the exact fic to scratch a very specific emotional itch and you absolutely do not have time to write it yourself but you still want to read it dammit

When your genocidal warmongering colonialist imperialistic buff butch milf wolf mom wants you to join your home country’s military industrial complex but you’re too busy being artdeco steampunk fenty beauty mogul diplomat goddess with a buff latino-adjacent boytoy who has a situationship with a sad eastern European 90’s heroin-chic machine messiah Czech hunter twink boyfriend

soooo who was gonna tell me tom and sirius were tight like that?

so, so, so incredibly true tho

the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object

stiles is incredible funny bc yeah he's the brain the strategist the plan maker super smart etc but everytime he checks, just in case, like "hey just letting you know the easiest way to fix this is murder. just a thought" and then everyone is like "stiles NO" and then he gets to the actual plan

im requesting some pure fluff with Matt

PLEASE

PLEASE

PLEASE

I swear everything is smut I just want a break 😭

I also don't mind angst with a fluffy ending like maybe he accusses you of cheating or smth and you get in a fight and then you explain yourself and he apologies and it ends with cute cuddles 🥰🥰🥰

THANK YOUUU 🫶🫶🫶

BIRTHDAY

~a m.s oneshot

a/n~ omg i actually like this one? keep sending requests cause i have no creativity 😜

warnings~ angst to fluff, cheating accusations, fighting, kissing, not proof read

matt

y/n

friend 1

friend 2

“what about this one?” gabby giggles, spraying a bottle of mens dior sauvage onto your wrists

you give your wrist a quick sniff and gasp. the thought of matts face when he sees what you bought him is enough alone to make you smile. “this is so matt! im getting this one, definitely”

“its €62, dont you think you’ve bought him enough other things last time we went shopping?” emily asks

“not at all, he spoilt me so much when it was my birthday, I’ve gotta spoil him!” you smile, walking up to the counter.

its matts birthday in 2 weeks, he’s turning 21. you always go crazy with presents every time its one of your birthdays, but because turning 21 its an even bigger deal, you have to go even crazier.

you’ve been going shopping with your friends a lot recently to try and find the absolute best gifts. every time you go, you only end up buying some little cheap stuff that reminds you of matt, its only today that you’ve bought an actual present

you didn’t want matt knowing your going out to buy him presents all the time, that ruins the surprise. instead, you tell him you’re going to chill round gabbys house for a movie night. its just a little lie, no harm right? and its all for good cause.

you almost drop the keys whilst trying to open the door with the immense amount of bags and presents in your hand.

as soon as you get inside, you rush to shove all the bags deep down in the depths of the cluttered closet. hidden enough right?

you stroll down the corridor, pushing open the door to your shared bedroom with a smile on your face.

oh little does he know you’ve just bought him the best present ever

“hi baby” you smile, kicking your shoes off to one side, rubbing the back of your heel from the pain of walking in shoes that rub

he’s on the bed, scrolling on his phone, when he hears you and lifts his head up and watches as you walk into the room. matt glances you up and down, before looking at you with a frown on his lips.

"you just got in?" he questioned, raising both of his eyebrows. he didn't mean for his words to sound like he was accusing you of something, but he did want to know. the way you’ve been going out more, going more on frequent night outs was making him wonder and overthink.

“oh yeah, we decided to watch the next film in the series” you say casually

“a film huh?”

he looks at you with a slight hint of disbelief in his voice, and his eyes narrow as he gets up from the bed, standing a fair distance away from you

"what film?" he asks although he wanted to ask so many more questions. who did you go with? do you even actually watch this film? where did you go? the way you didn't answer his phone calls, going out more often, it was making him want to know what was the hell was going on.

fuck why cant you think of a film?!

“ra- ten things a hate about you” you say, slightly cringing at the fact that thats not a series of films, only one, but he’s to dense to know that.

he can see the way you look at him and stutter out an answer, matt isn't an idiot, he can tell something's off about the way you’re acting right now. with every step he takes, he slowly closes the distance between the two of you, until he's standing directly in front of you.

matt's expression stays neutral, blue eyes staring down at yours..

“your lying to me” he states, in a voice thats so quiet, it’s intimidating.

“no i promise” you say, that was kinda a shit way to defend yourself

"then why aren't you looking me in the eye, huh?" his hand comes up, gently pressing a thumb and forefinger to your chin, forcing you to look at him. his eyes stay focused on yours, a slight hint of frustration in his voice.

“you go out way more than usual and when you get home you act all strange," he points out. "something's up. tell me."

“wha- i swear im just going out with gabby and emily i dont know what your so pressed about” you mutter

"bullshit."

"stop lying to me," he cuts into your sentence, voice getting more stern each time. his hand grabs your chin more firmly, tilting your head up to look at him. the other cups your jaw in a firm hold, keeping you in place.

"you're acting weird and you're out there for hours” he presses. "answer me."

“answer what?” you groan, getting frustrated with his wrong accusations

“i was at gabbys house, i came back and now your shouting at me, thats all i can answer” you say with a scoff

his eyes harden at the scoff, and his hands move down to your waist, gripping them so hard it almost hurts. his jaw is clenched tight, and his grip is firm as he stands in front of you, staring you down with so much intensity it makes you want to cower and hide.

“liar” he muttered, voice quiet and filled with anger. "if you think I'm stupid, you're wrong."

you groan. he was so fixated on something that didnt even happen.

“fine. i wasnt at gabbys house but its not what you think!” you snap, pulling yourself out of his grip and stomping the the bed

and thats when he gets a whiff of men’s cologne

he knows you, so he knows you wouldn't cheat, right? at least that's what he tries to reassure himself of. but something's wrong, he's not stupid, he's not blind either. he can see the subtle clues, the little things that add up. he's trying to tell himself that he's overthinking, but you not answering his calls, being out constantly, the scent of cologne , he can't let it go.

god, he wants to believe you, he really does.

his eyes are on you, and for a moment, he's just silent. no words being said between the both of you as he simply stares. he's trying to hold back, but his breathing is slightly uneven, his heart beating faster.

"You smell like cologne," he finally speaks, an almost accusing tone to his voice, like he knows something.

oh you have really got yourself in a pickle

you let out a nervous chuckle

“no no no matt its not-“ you say but get cut off by him shouting

“dont lie!” he raises his voice, pacing around the room frantically. why would you do this to him? after 2 whole years? and his birthdays coming up, why would anyone ever do this?

“explain this! explain to me why you smell like another man!

in one swift movement he drags you off the bed, smelling the air around him. the grip on your wrist is strong.

“your a- your cheating on me” he squeaks out, almost as he cant believe the words he’s saying

thats it.

your eyes start to fill up with water. how could the one person you love think so low of you? does he not trust you?

“its your birthday in 2 weeks so I’ve- I’ve been going out with the girls to try and find and bunch on perfect presents. the cologne- its the cologne i’ve bought for you, i had to smell it before buying it” you say between sobs

when your tears finally spill and you begin bawling, matt hesitates for a moment, his heart faltering at the sight of you crying. he swallows, the anger slowly disappearing from his body as he hears your words, taking in the information until it fully registers.

"b-but you-" he stutters out, voice wavering and a small, confused frown on his lips.

"You've been going out.. trying to.. find me stuff?" He questioned, the firm hold on you loosening as guilt suddenly filled his heart.

you nod, continuing to sob “emily told me it would be a better surprise if i didn’t tell you i was going to buy you things”

he's suddenly feeling so many emotions at once. relief, because you're not cheating on him, but also guilt because of the way he just reacted to you, the way he doubted you.

he doesn't say anything for a moment, his hand slowly letting go of your wrist and bringing it up to rub at his face out of frustration.

"god, I'm- I'm sorry," he mumbled, voice soft. "I just- I thought-"

you shake your head, wiping your eyes.

its not his fault, all the reasons coincidentally added up. any human being would have thought i was cheating on him

matt is still quiet, his body and mind filled with guilt. he can't believe he questioned you like that, the way he accused you. he's trying to process the fact that you weren't cheating on him, that the reason you've been going out more often is because of his birthday. his. birthday.

“god, I’m so sorry,” he mumbled again, his blue eyes staring down at you, before he suddenly brings you closer against him, arms wrapping around your form and pulling you into a tight embrace.

he tries to hold you as close as possible, his broad chest pressing against yours as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, lips softly pressing against your skin. its like he’s trying to get his words out through physical touch.

He knows you're not a cheater, he knows you're not that type of person, but his stupid insecurities just got the better of him.

"god I'm such a dickhead," he whispers against your skin, holding you near.

you hug him back, wiping your tear stained face into matts shoulder.

he gently drags you down onto the bed, still holding you against him, keeping you close to his body. he makes sure your body is practically laying comfortably against his, his hand slowly coming to cup your chin and tilt it up to look at him.

his touch is much gentler now, the way he's holding you is so drastically different from how he was grabbing you a few moments ago. He leans forward, peppering soft, apologetic kisses over your face, from your forehead, to your nose and down to your lips.

his lips continue to trail across your skin, apologising in the only way he knows how to. each press of his lips against you is soft, forgiving. it’s so quiet in the room, he can only hear the sound of his own breathing and his heart beating against his chest.

“m’ sorry, baby,” he mumbled, voice gentle against your skin. He suddenly pulls back a little to look at you. “I should’ve never doubted you.”

a/n- longer than i thought it was gonna be!

a/n- i could make this into a pt2.? maybe apologetic smut.? 😉

In my humble opinion