#IM LEGIT TEARY EYES

[softavasilva]

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH AKA WARRIOR NUN COMEBACK

[collecting--stardust]

Me: screaming, crying, dying and ranting to my siblings on how I'm afraid of cele's future because he's my fav silly boy and the main reason why I get back to watching motogp after years

Cele: vroom vroom (improving his lap times)

[the-prophecy]

Me and bro went out late to get ice cream and i dont have glasses and i dont drive without them bc i cabt see shit but today i did ok and i didnt see a bump and we literally flew ok legit activa flew and then I'm like are u ok and my brother is like "IS AURAT KO ACTIVA KISNE DIAA" and im all teary eyes bc im laughing so hard amd 2 mins later he's like i got the adrenaline high by flying and im trying to focus on driving while laughing so hard

[mllebabushkat]

☀️ Warrior Nun S2E8 🌙

FINALE IM NOT READY

oh?? reya hello there

protective!bea is so hot ugh

not at her Instantly going for vincent's throat

EUROTRASH JESUS— michael u legend bahahah

ava rising from her crown!coma in the back like she’s been possessed ahahhahahshs

the softness!! in avatrice's little exchange "are you alright?" "fine"

i have a pit in my stomach did you see/hear ava THIS GIRL has just accepted the inevitability and necessity of her self-sacrifice HASN'T SHE 😡😭

nooooo ava + michael my noble selfless babies :(((

hehe bea and superion ava protection squad <3

awwwweee my feels are soft and easily hurt all those goodbye moments :(((((((((((

AVA WRITING A FAREWELL LETTER TO BEA MY HEART- 😭😭

“sometimes the simple truth of being alive just…moves me” she has grown up So Much i'm so proud oh ava dearest 🥺

and superion :(( she doesn't really know but she Knows and she accepts what must happen much as it tears her apart

grumpy bea hahah i still don’t like that look on her

“you’re still a nun aren’t you? forgiveness is part of your job” -> ava sowing more seeds in bea's crisis of faith :")

michael to jillian: “i’ll see you again” um. ru sure sir

first that talking heads quote (she only learns from cam the best), and now “don’t fuck it up” YES QUEENNNNNNN SUPERION

legit my fave

oh lemme take a moment to say i LOVE the brutalist concrete set design this season !!!!!!! *kisses for the crew again*

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA michael cocking his eyebrow at the fbc guard when vincent calls them adriel's virgins 💀

yasmine <333333

"that is not in any way how that works" lmaoooo

also the LITTLE SMILE on her face as she says it bea is SO. WHIPPED adsghakldfk

they’re so stupiddddddddd ocs girlies why would u have ur reunion in the open whyyyyyyy

"sister warriors don’t run" have i mentioned i love yasmine

YES AVA PHASING PUNCH

“wow she’s incredible” “yes she is” THE SMILE ON HER FACE DID I MENTION BEA'S WHIPPED

YES cam reunited with her crossbow <3

yessss avatrice combo attack fave move!

no i don’t like the distrust between them :(((((((((((

the cross reflecting in avas eyes :((( oh no :(((

wait i can't help but to imagine yasmine might've had that one moment of doubt of what if ava turned on them

OK before we get to

That Scene

let it be known that this was actually such a beautiful moment, like much as the gifsets are gorgeous they do not do the magic of this scene any justice,, my heart is so full l;khsl;js;lhjssfd

alright, ✨AVATRICE✨

"Because things change when you realise not everything's about you" bea's words laid down right back at her feet ow my heart hurts

did my eyes start watering when the music started? obvs.

"They die so everyone else can live"

"I’m doing this so you can live your life. So live it, okay?"

"I won’t. I can’t." (what is my life without you?)

and you can see the infinite fondness in ava's eyes, you can see that she plans to kiss bea already when she steps forward

and she disarms her! (because of course bea had to make a last ditch effort to save ava from herself, and of course ava's grown enough to match her in combat)

and she kisses her !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

❤️

and of course it’s oh so tender

[Hymn for Her] has me in a CHOKEHOLD

the way the camera spins and the chorus swells like a revelation, like they've finally found home in each other 💖

bea's hand reaches out first and of course it's the Patented Avatrice ✨Face Caress✨

THE FOREHEAD KISS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

ava's teary smile, and bea returning it with a hint of a smile and a nod

"IN THE NEXT"

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOJDGDJDKSKAHSH

this music im cryign again 😭😭

we all agree we aren't normal about this scene right?????

bea is shell shocked, and ava’s heartbroken, but they both dutifully carry on in that deathly silence (*kisses for the sound designer*)

“we have no choice.” “we have a million choices…we’re both living on second chances anyway” 😭😭😭😭😭😭

there’s that parallel between ava and michael again (i love the two of them),

and there’s that great inevitable tragedy of all our heroes carrying a sacrifice they don’t deserve to be burdened with

i’m waxing poetic this episode and nobody can stop me

but the plot chugs ever onward so-

“semantics, huh? That’s what we’re betting our lives on?” “we’re betting our lives on faith.” “huh, even worse.” SPITTING FACTS atheist agenda ftw

ADRIEL A-POSING HAHAHA he looks so fucking awkward standing with his legs apart like that ajhahdhdjaha

ooooh an uneven cross window this setpiece is fantastic

NO LILITH

MICHAEL HIS HEART?????????

WHAT THE E FUCK

that’s goddamn brutal

holyyyyyyyy shittttttttttttttttt

THATS IT? HESDEAD? JUST LIKE THAT

??????

grudging respect to the writers for having the balls to put in such a cruel end

i still can’t tear my thoughts away buT

BEA HALLWAY FIGHT MY BELOVED

OH the waver in her voice 🥺 when

“you all stand between me and ava.” NO MORE PRETENCE this is HER girl in DANGER she’s gotta save her !!!!

“stay… and you’ll never walk again.” BRUTAL. LOVING this look on bea

wow wow wow ave maria melting into that 2WEI arrangement is gorgeoussssssssssssssss

that deep resonant bass hits SO good

btw i’m so proud of myself for instantly recognising a signature 2wei song without checking they really are the kings of epic soundtracks

YES BEA KICK ASSSSSSSSS you are a work of ART

a l s o yES YASMINE THE CROSS SHIV

“that’s your femoral artery” i LOve a nerdy badass <33

“oh you uNHoLy biTcH” AHDHFKALHDJDKD LMFAOOO YESSSS

wanna take a moment to acknowledge bea’s compassion when she tells yas keep safe, you’ve done enough.

yasmine my bby going “maybe I’ll just sit here and wait for a while” hahahahA BEST GIRLIE ILY

update up top: camilla my beloved still kicking ass <3

sigh alright back to the slaughter chamber

hmmmmmmmm backstory

what is adriel’s gripe with reya ? is it possible it’s actually valid??? i need to know M O R E

alright adriel’s distracted thx for the mindfuck cam mwah x

OK AVA LESGO

yes stab his little bitch ass,, love that sword toss + phasing move gO STYLE ON HIM

fuck lilith uP

adriel is an airbender ?????

oh but the shot of michael’s lifeless heart :(((( i didn’t need to see him like this again :(( i’m really gonna miss him rest in peace my boy :(((((

BEA-

OH SHIT THE BOMB And the

divinium shrapnel-

“wait just let me rest for a little bit okay” WAIT NO SHE’S DYING

AND ADRIEL LIVES NO NOT THE EVIL LAUGH NOT THE VIOLIN CADENZA—

(side note love the shot of adriel limping then walking as his foot horrifyingly twists back to normal)

“i cannot be killed in this realm” fucking semantics didn’t pull through in the end :(((

bUT CAM WITH THE CLUTCH

OH AND ava’s been fighting without the halo this whole time???? what a BAMF

TARASKSSSSSSSSSSS WOW never did i think they’d save the day no i lie. semantics saved the day

HAHAHAHAHAHAA TEAR THE BITCH APART insert kill bill meme

ok but did they actually kill him this time (if so DING DONG THE WITCH IS DEAD)

reya to the rescue..! that *nod*

ah, birdsong. they’ll be alright up top :)

ALAS

ava’s still dying

and they’re cradling again

and surely these are their final moments together

“Why are you always trying to save me?” (she loves you)

“Let me go”

“Be free” (remember this exchange from last time?)

“I love you” (you knew that)

“I love you” (you didn’t hear)

see you, ava

:”(

lilith, still “i really hope we end up on the same side”, and then she’s gone too

and there’s nothing left except for the music to ramp up, and the arc to power down, and her to sit at its base,

alone

and it finally hits her, she’s lost, it’s over

bea 🥺 darling

:((

…

but post credits????!!!

post-ocs!bea is Yet Another Vibe

ugh when i have the energy i’ll make another rant about the significance of her looks this season

sister dora arms! cute hair~

of course, the montage and the cast sendoffs as bea walks out but she looks happy, free

a final farewell, but only for now <3

and the sword glow????

AND THAT’S IT

extra shoutout to [Always Forever] the lofi credits, istg the ost this season SLAPS

but yeah, holy shit, it really is over. that’s it, that’s all of season 2 huh (i’m hoping so hard for a season 3 and more). damn this was a good ride. so many new memories to treasure. so many more thoughts yet to be articulated. but all that for later,

in the next x

[eldesperadont]

Im a man close to his period so im sitting here with legit teary eyes cause of this mess, mjf being back, Moxleys speech

but im also sitting here like oh fuck Max is looking HOT

[sailorhyunjinz]

can i request a bf!skz reaction to you cutting ur bangs yourself but falling terribly and end up crying bc u think ure ugly??🥺 i love ur blog btw!!💓

OH GOD I SHOULDNT LAUGH SHOULD I?? something gives me the feeling that you have been in this situation WHICH SAME and that why you dont cut your own bangs,,, learned that from my mistakes AHSAH BUT HEY IT TURNED OUT OK, IT GROWS SO NO WORRIES!

ALSO AH thank you!! thank you for sending in this idea that almost killed my stomach HAHSAHS <33

LEEEE go HEADCANON

also can i just say that i was crying with laughter when writing this because i just kept on imagining bad hairstyles HASHSAS my stomach hurts

(also; if you guys are wondering why im tagging “stray kids smut” even though this isnt smut, it’s because like 99% of my blog is nsfw and so i dont want to present my blog to people that are uncomfortable with that)

Warning; skz x gn!reader; fluff? oh mentions of scissors! maybe crying??

Bangchan

Find it funny at first but NAH HE HUGGING THE SHIT OUT OF YOU IF YOU’RE CRYING

says like overly comforting things HASHHS

“you did great,,, it’s not even that bad? You just need to like,, comb it!”

“combing it doesnt put hair back channie!~” you say, sighing and rubbing your head on his chest

“why didn’t you ask me?”

you look up at him with teary eyes, starting to laugh

“y-you? i think you would make it worse!”

he chuckles “no! next time i’ll do it and you’ll have to pay for dinner if it turns out better than this,,, whatever it is”

you roll your eyes “Fine! Deal! now let me cut your hair”

his eyes widen as he starts running away from you, you running after him

Minho

a momentary laugh before he gets all fussy about it

“thats why you should go to a hairstylist”

“let’s shave it off, you’ve already started”

NOO BUT IF YOU START CRYING HE WOULD FEEL REALLY SORRY FOR BEING A BIT MEAN

he’s not the most,,, comforting person BUT HE’D TRY BECAUSE HE LOVES YOU VERY MUCH

“hair grows,,, it will grow back before you know it”

“b-but i look ugly?” you say, almost crying and laughing at the same time

“tsk,, nothing is ugly on you”

Changbin

“Are you ok?!”

bruh he’s panicked when he sees you crying, covering your face in shame

“what’s wrong?! wh-OH”

he’d try to make some sort of trend out of it LMAO

“But it looks cool? dye it pink or something” 

“changbin are you making fun of me?” 

he’d hug you and hold his laughter for dear life

“it looks cool, i promise”

you know how he’s very conscious on what he wears? yeah,,, 

“WAIT YOU KNOW WHAT Y/N! pair it with some like,,, cool dangly earrings, wait i have this pair that would look great-”

why is he so cute like stop (please dont)

Hyunjin

sorry to put it like this but HYENA LAUGH 

like where’s the lie??

“WE SHOULD MATCH? GET THE SCISSORS!!”

he’d pull up different characters/people/animals

“WAIT WAIT LOOK! thats you” he snickers, flinching when you raise your arm, wanting to hit him playfully

“show me one more animal and you’ll wake up bald tomorrow”

he shivers, dramatically panicking

“I won’t, miss lemur”

“HYUNJIN GET OVER HERE IM GONNA TEAR THAT STUPID BLONDE HAIR TO SHREDS”

Jisung

you know what he finds funnier than your hair?

the fact that you’re crying over it

HE’S NOT A DICK he just,,, can’t hold his laughter,,,

“no no no y/n!! don’t cry, it’s not that bad!”

he hugs you, patting your back

he would remember the hairstyle and like present it in a meeting the boys have for like comebacks HSAHSHASH IM CRYING

“i mean why not y/n?! let’s all have bangs that are 1 cm on our foreheads”

Felix

*surprised pikachu face*

“what did you do?!?”

I SWEAR he would cry with you because he feels bad for you having to walk around with that hair

he’d try to like,,, comb it or style it in a way that makes it less noticable

does it more because he wants to play with your hair 

“ok,,, we are putting these damn hairstyling scissors away,,,in the basement”

he’d volunteer to cut your hair next time,,, so it looks better LMAO 

OR ACTUALLY GO TO THE HAIRSTYLIST WITH YOU

Seungmin 

another mf that would laugh his ass off

IF YOU’RE NOT CRYING he would take pictures and laugh even more

ONCE AGAIN; HE’S NOT A DICK just,,, having fun LMAO

“what beanie do you want? i got a blue one and a black one here-”

“minnie,,,, it’s summer?”

“do you really want to walk around,,, like that?” 

WHY AM I MAKING HIM SO MEAN?! HE’S NOT MEAN 

just doing to try to make you feel better

“what were you even trying to do?” he asks later in the day

you show him a refrence picture and he starts rolling on the ground from laughter

“this is legendary” he says, almost crying

Jeongin

you know that clip where hyunjin eats a baby shark lollipop AND JEONGINS FACE IS LEGIT LIKE *o* (i legit cry everytime he’s fucking adorable)

YEAH THAT LIKE AGSHASHAS JUST SILENCE AND THAT EXPRESSION

at a loss for words 

“does it look cute?” you say, testing his honesty

he gulps before answering, staring at the abomination thats your hair

“not too bad” says, pressing his lips together to muffle a smile

“YAH YOU’RE SUCH A LIAR!” 

his gaze is drifting all over the place as he nervously looks around

“hey! it’s on you and therefore it’s cute”

[bi-demon-ium]

Ok so 🍌, for a start

Also ⚡️- maybe from an older published work of yours?

And finally 🌈 but I’m going to bend the rules a tiny bit - Could you post a quote/detail from a published work that you hoped people would notice/mention but no one really did? If there’s any that you can think of lmao

KISSING YOU ON THE MOUTH!!!! HERE

favorite funny quote from a wip

“You have a possessed guy in your basement?” Sticky said, voice a sort of distressed almost-shriek.

“Possessed like demons?” Kate said, sounding torn between awed (oh, man, was that cool) and thoughtful (already planning, determined).

“Unlikely,” said Number Two.

“That wasn’t a no,” pointed out Sticky, looking increasingly distressed.

“Very unlikely,” said Number Two, as if that made it better. Sticky made an upset noise and took off his glasses, beginning to polish them.

i'm not actually sure i'm going to use this but i PROBABLY will and it IS funny, if distressing in context

wild card: dealer's choice of quote from a completed work (older!)

ok here's a super long one bc i was just thinking about this again today<3

“It’s my fault,” spilled out from him like he couldn’t stop it, almost hysterical, a keening edge to it, “He’s gone, it’s my fault, I—I betrayed him, I’m—"

Milligan didn’t know what to do. He wanted to—to help him, to ground him, comfort him, but he didn’t know what to do.

Finally, half on instinct, he reached forward and lay a hand on his cheek, gentle but firm, cupping his face in a way Milligan hoped would ground him back in reality.

Mr. Benedict jerked slightly, but didn’t flinch away, blinking away tears as he finally focused on Milligan.

Once he seemed to register who he was seeing, he blinked again, tears catching on his lashes, face still flushed, and seemingly without realizing, leaned into the touch.

“Milligan?” he asked, voice small and uncertain.

“Yes,” said Milligan, relief overwhelming him and making his shoulders sag. “Yes, I’m here.”

Without meaning to, his thumb gently wiped away a tear. He supposed he couldn’t object to the instinctive move, not with how Mr. Benedict’s eyes fluttered shut and he leaned into it more, something shuddery and small in his breath.

When his eyes opened again, uncertain and teary but a little more focused, he said, very softly, “Have you seen Nathaniel?”

Milligan’s heart fell. “No,” he said again, and this time, his thumb swiping gently over his cheekbone was purposeful. “No, I’m sorry.”

-- from "feverish"

asker's choice: a detail i hoped someone would notice but no one mentioned (not bending the rules at all! those were just examples, any request works--although i suppose i did say wip in the original post, i meant to change it or add another for published works then legit forgot 😩)

im sure there was something but i can't fucking remember it so here's less a detail no one noticed and more just like, a bit/moment i really liked that no one mentioned. doesn't mean no one saw it , but like. yeah 😩

in ch3 of petals the last line like. oof. i don't know why i just like a touch of dramatic irony. and then like.

in ch4 of affectionate gestures<3 there's this bit that i just think is very cute and it's super long but i kind of just meant this "scene" so. yeah dfkgjfdg

She remembered one time they’d been in the garden when it hard started to rain—lightly at first, but turning into pouring surprisingly fast—and her dad had draped his jacket over her—warm and far too big and surprisingly comforting—and tucked her into his chest, sheltering her briefly—do we run for the door, he said over the pounding rain, or do you want to stay outside?

As he said this, his hat nearly flew away in the wind, and he barely grabbed it on time.

(It was very warm in his arms, despite the chill of the water and the wind, and between that and the jacket wrapped around her, it was hard to feel the pounding rain at all.)

No rain boots, she shouted back, and so they’d ran for the door, laughing and both of them soaking wet.

He looked kind of ridiculous, long hair plastered to his face and dripping wet, grinning widely down at her—her own hair was soaking wet and in her face, too, her hat was completely sodden and heavy with water—and he laughed, loud and bright and warm.

He had a real dad kind of laugh, like—like Santa Claus or something. Booming and happy. It brought back lingering echoes of memories, mostly-forgotten, a memory-of-a-memory, ghosts of her childhood. But it didn’t hurt, only made her feel a little warmer.

It was nice to remember things, even tiny things.

Mr. Benedict rounded the corner (“It’s raining,” Milligan deadpanned, and he said, “I can see that,” with laughter in his voice, although he didn’t seem close to passing out) and then Kate had immediately booked it towards him—oh no, no no no no, he laughed, skittering back, actually jumping over the couch (and visibly regretting it immediately) to get away, but she chased him anyway, dripping arms outstretched.

Rhonda watched all of this from the couch with great amusement, and said absolutely nothing (a staunch ally!) when Kate and Milligan exchanged a silent agreement and managed to trick Mr. Benedict into running directly into Milligan while attempting to dodge her throwing her soaking wet hat directly at his face.

He yelped in surprise—still laughing as he fell directly into Milligan who was, of course, soaking wet, meaning he was immediately dampened as well—and finally fell asleep.

Kate crashed into him on the other side, sandwiching him in and leaving him effectively trapped, even as Milligan was holding him upright.  

When he woke, Milligan looked him in the eye, shaking his head a little—don’t you dare, he said, but he couldn’t stop smiling, and Kate made sure he couldn’t squirm away—he shook his head, not unlike a wet dog, nearly slapping both of them with wet hair, and the look on his face was hilarious—

It’s one of those moments where later it will really hit Kate that she’s part of a family now. Whether it be bickering with Constance, or playing games with Rhonda, or building something with Number Two, or these times with Mr. Benedict and her dad, she really was part of a whole family now.

And she had Reynie and Sticky, too, and even Ms. Perumal and Martina, and she wasn’t alone anymore.

just.....them all being a family......oh......

[karmasuna]

Hooray! Can I request headcanons for Bakugou, Deku and Todoroki who get harrassed by a fortune teller, who either warns them about something bad or good happening around their crush. Fortune tellers on the street is not uncommon in Japan, but this one could be more accurate since it's their quirk. Like, beware, the one you want to impress you will do the opposite, or take a detour today and you;ll be rewarded for it. It's nonsense til it;s true

inch resting 👀 i shall write it (ALSO IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG 🥺)

Bakugo Katsuki

○ he literally only went into the tent because the fortune teller would not stop giving him weird glances as he walked by and seemed to be muttering something about sensing a strong hero nearby as he walked past 

○ so when he storms in and sits down in the tent he’s fully expecting her to tell him things about his hero career and what he has to do to become the number one hero

○ he’s definitely pissed when she gives him a look and starts talking about his love life of all things

○ yelling at the woman that he hadn’t come in to hear her spew shit about love and how he didn’t want to know any of it

○ “It’s my quirk, honey. I can tell what you want to know the most at this moment.”

○ that shuts him up, mostly because he was embarrassed of the fortune teller seeing right through him

○ and he listens quietly as she tells him at which ages major events will happen to him and the usual things when she seems to suddenly realize something

○ telling him urgently that he needed to buy whoever he held so dear in his heart a present

○ obviously he’s really skeptical about it, but she’s proved that she is accurate to some extent

○ so he buys some snacks that he knew you liked and hastily throwing together a snack box before returning to the dorms, knocking on your door to give them to you

○ he’s definitely not expecting you to get all teary-eyed when you see him and the snacks, asking you what was wrong and if he could do anything for you

○ you tell him you’re just happy and didn’t expect this at all, explaining that your pet had passed away two years ago today, and you were just feeling a little down and emotional from it

○ Bakugo makes a mental note to go back to the psychic woman and give her a huge tip for this

○ you invite him into your room and show him pictures of your pet, telling him stories and just remiscising 

○ somehow you end up curled up on your bed together, you leaning against his warm chest as he looks over your shoulder, watching as you show him photos on your phone

○ “I’ll always be there for you, dumbass. So don’t waste your fuckin’ time moping around alone whenever you’re sad and just tell me, yeah?”

Midoriya Izuku

○ Midoriya’s roped into stepping into the tiny shop by Tsuyu and Uraraka with the rest of their group when they’re all hanging out together

○ the fortune teller insists on seeing everyone individually, so the five of them take turns seeing her and getting their fortunes told

○ and since fortune telling is pretty much her quirk, he is quite excited to see what she can tell him and the capabilities of her quirk

○ it’s definitely way more accurate than he expected, though surprisingly vague

○ she tells a very confused Midoriya to keep an eye on puddles the next time he sees them 

○ he keeps it in mind, but he doesn’t exactly know what she means

○ until you’re out and about with him one day and it just suddenly starts raining, so you both run for cover together

○ and he sees that you’re about to step into a puddle, and he straight up dives for you as he sees you slip, catching you right as you were about to hit the ground

○ his back’s very very sore after diving to the floor to cushion your fall, but it’s worth it if you’re okay, and the way you flush up so prettily as you thank him and try to help him dry off just makes him so happy

○ “Don’t worry about it, Y/N! I’m fine as long as you are.” 

Todoroki Shoto

○ this man legit goes to see the fortune teller himself because he heard Mina talk about how the girls had gotten interesting information from her since she had a genuine premonition quirk

○ he’s all serious about it too, preparing a list of questions and a little notebook to write down anything that might be important

○ she gives him a list of seemingly random but ominous instructions that he writes down very carefully and always keeps in mind, like “don’t walk over orange carpet,”  “don’t wear green clothing on wednesdays,” and “keep your loved ones away from cats with green eyes”

○ he tells you all about it too, like what the fortune teller had told him to do and even suggested for you to go see her too

○ it’s almost comedic the way he talks about her quirk, as if he were doing a commercial for her and advertising her powers to you

○ but you don’t really think that much about it, just encouraging him to listen to her if it makes him feel better or safer

○ until one day Eri comes to visit your dorms, a green-eyed kitten in her arms, and she tries to let you hold it

○ and Todoroki literally shoves you out of the way as you reach out to pet the soft kitten, just barely helping you avoid its sudden attack on you, claws just snagging onto the hem on your shirt 

○ “The fortune teller told me to keep my loved ones away from green-eyed cats,” he states simply.

○ “Todoroki, y-you consider me a loved one?”

○ “You’re very important to me, Y/N.”

[becca-e-barnes]

BECCA

I was talking to my boyfriend and he was like "would you ever leave me for anyone?"

and so i said "of course not"

but then he said "wb that girl you always talk about?"

so context: i tell him about you alot because i probably have a crush on your or something but im weird with my feels so idk i just tell him how great you are even though i only know few things about you

and i said "i mean, i might leave you for her."

then he said "thats fair, i don't blame you"

bc he also thinks youre great and i just wanted to tell you that funny story bc you are great!! and very pretty like wowowowow legit heart eyes for u babe

-🎀

You wanna just… run away together? Cause I’m so down 😏

But that’s actually so flattering you have no idea! Like you tell other people about me?? 🥺 you tell people who are important to you about me? other people know I exist? I just didn’t imagine people actually care so that’s sweet as hell, it’s actually low-key made me kinda teary!!

Sending you heart eyes right tf back!!

[illfoandillfie]

5 Simple Rules For A Successful Fake Relationship: The Perfect Date

5 SIMPLE RULES MASTERLIST

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Summery: There's trouble in paradise for you and Ben but will the distance bring about some revelations? And what does it mean for your romantic reunion?

Warnings: The usual fairly innocent stuff, some swearing and drinking and mentions of smoking, but with the additions of PDAs out the wazoo, public make out, private make out.

Words: 8093

A/N: Things get a lil spicy in this one! Small disclaimer that I don’t drink so I have no idea what wine does to someone, or two someones who split a bottle. Also just another reminder that this was in no way inspired by rumours regarding Ben’s rl relationship with Olivia Cooke. I believe they’re legit, and I will not engage with anyone about that topic. 

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You headed straight to the bathroom and threw up. Ben had called twice on your way home, but you’d let it go to voicemail, not ready to hear him admonish you for eavesdropping on him or to be asked if you felt the same. You supposed it was adrenaline or something that was making you feel nauseous. Of course, you’d have to talk to him eventually, at least to apologise for going so off book, but it could wait until you weren’t feeling so miserable. With teary eyes, you made your way to the kitchen, grabbed a drink to help settle your stomach, and then flopped onto the couch to flick through TV channels until you found something distracting enough. Your phone rang again but when you glanced at the screen it wasn’t Ben’s name you saw. “Mary?” If she heard any evidence of your distress in your voice she didn’t mention it, “Brilliant performance Y/N. The video was tweeted out about ten minutes after you left the restaurant and it’s already been shared more than you’d believe.” “Oh, that’s good.” “Better than good. People are eating it up. There’ll be articles tomorrow predicting your breakup and not just the ones we’ve organised. We’re going to ask that you and Ben refrain from seeing each other in public for the next two weeks or so, make it look like you’re taking some time apart. That’ll give the video plenty of time to circulate and allow us to get out a few variations of the trouble in paradise story. Of course, you’re free to visit each other and speak over the phone but be wary in case other paparazzi start following you in addition to the one’s we’ve hired. Chances are more people will be looking to scoop the official breakup story if all goes as well as these early numbers indicate it will. Then we’ll hit them with the romantic makeup dinner at Boucher. And after that it’s back to playing the happy couple. Of course there’ll be the press junket and premiere in a couple of months’ time and then we can break you up for good.” She kept talking about plans for he press tour, something about flights and hotels, but you stopped paying attention, already getting twitter open and searching for the video. It didn’t take long to find it, the caption proclaiming he who’d caught the footage had noticed you and Ben arrive and had pulled out his camera as soon as he realised things weren’t particularly happy. “Sorry, Mary, I’m gonna have to call you back.” “Everything alright?” “Yeah, just a small mishap with the washing machine. I’ll talk to you later.” As soon as she was gone you pressed play on the video. Filmed from a table to the left of yours and slightly behind your shoulder, the phone tipped at an angle so it wouldn’t be spotted. Your heart pounded as you watched. It was all there, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife as Ben tried to draw you into conversation. You heard the bite in your tone, the confusion in his. And you saw what you’d not noticed in the moment. The way his face fell when you said it was too much. The way his nails dug into his palm as he clutched his fork so tightly. The hurt on his face when you called him clingy and needy. He stood up as you walked away but he didn’t follow, just dragged his hand through his hair and then sat down heavily, worrying at his thumbnail with his teeth. The waiter came over, presumably with the bill but the video cut out before anything more was said. They’d got what they wanted. They didn’t need the aftermath.

The next day there was an unexpected knock on your door. You put down your phone where you were watching the video again and peeked out the window, worried that it was Ben come to confront you. Instead you saw Felicity raise her fist and knock again. “I saw the video,” was the first thing she said when you let her in, “are you okay?” “I wish people would stop asking me that. I’m fine.” “You had a straight up cat fight in the middle of a restaurant, and there are paparazzi practically camping in your front yard, you’re not fine.” “Okay, maybe not fine fine. But it’s whatever. How many are out there?” “Three. But what happened? Last week you told me you weren’t going to break up.” “We haven’t broken up.” “Well then what was that?” “I don’t know. It’s been building for a bit I guess. He’s just more serious about it all than I am.” “So I heard. Are you sure you aren’t just panicking?” “Panicking about what?” “Well, y’know, you’ve been in the tabloids a bit lately. That must put a strain on things. Maybe you just got a little freaked out by it and pushed Ben away rather than let yourself be vulnerable,” “What are you my shrink?” “Hey, I’m just trying to help.” “Yeah well, you’re wrong. The paps are kind of annoying but they aren’t the problem. The problem…” you took a breath as you considered what was safe to say, “the problem is that Ben has been on a different page to me for a while now. I think we both just need some space.” “Okay, if that’s what you want to go with,” she clearly didn’t believe you, “Have you talked to him about it?” “Not yet. Figured I’d call back sometime today when my head was clearer.” She nodded, “Well, I’m here for you. Whatever you need. Moral support when you call him or someone to bitch to afterwards or just somebody to get drunk with.” She pulled you into a hug, squeezing you tight and for a moment you felt like you might cry. All you could think about was Ben’s expression when you walked out, how wounded he looked.

Felicity stayed with you for the rest of the day which was good because her presence stopped you from doing nothing but watching the video over and over again. As it was you found it hard to keep yourself from looking at the comments people left on it. A lot of people took Ben’s side, calling you a bitch or worse, sometimes even direct messaging you their opinions. But there were also those lampooning Ben for smothering you, some going so far as to claim they were early signs of manipulative and controlling tendencies and that he deserved the public humiliation of it all. Those were the comments that made you feel worst. Being called a cunt you could deal with. Being told Ben deserved better you could easily deal with. But seeing such horrible suggestions of Ben being thrown about made your heart ache. He wasn’t mean or manipulative. He’d been nothing but kind to everyone on set and especially to you. Any lingering annoyance that hadn’t left you along with the little you’d eaten seemed to melt away, leaving you feeling cold at the thought of what you’d said. Yes he’d been stupid and selfish to agree to pretend to date you when he actually had a crush on you. But not once had he tried to wheedle a confession of love from you, not once had he pushed himself onto you. He’d always been respectful of your boundaries, warned you before he kissed you, asked if you wanted to share a blanket rather than just assume you did. Even your rules he’d mostly stuck to. The one exception being the cutesy nickname, but you’d never put up much of a fight with that. You only knew that he felt something for you because you’d listened in to a private conversation. And really, could you blame him for developing feelings? You’d literally been cast as lovers because you had good chemistry and then you’d spent weeks getting even closer, made all the more necessary by your fake romance. He was hardly the first person in history to have his on-screen feelings transfer to real life. And surely, if he’d decided to tell his friend everything, even after signing contractual documents about keeping it secret, then he must be serious about you, about how much he liked you. Maybe you had it wrong. Maybe there was something there you hadn’t consi-. “Stop wallowing,” Felicities voice cut through your thoughts, “Put the phone down and stop thinking about Ben for five minutes.” You shook your head to clear it, “I’m not wallowing.” “Are you on twitter right now?” “Maybe,” “You’re wallowing. C’mon, give me the phone.” She held out her hand, giving you had no choice but to hand it over. “Has anyone ever told you you’d make a good teacher,” “Once or twice. You can have this,” she brandished your phone at you and then shoved it into her bag, “back when you’re ready to call Ben. Until then we are getting out of the house.” “Out of the house where?” you asked, letting her pull you from your seat. “Just out. You need some fresh air. Go on, get your shoes.” “Alright, alright, I’m going,” you said, with the first genuine chuckle you’d had in days.

You ended up at the park a street over, sitting on a bench overlooking the duckpond. One or two of the photographers followed you, but they were easy to ignore. As soon as you stopped moving your mind was back on the previous night, but Felicity must have sensed as much for she quickly blurted out a fun fact about ducks to distract you. For the rest of the time you were there she kept your mind on other things. She gave you an extended rundown on all the gossip from her workplace. It didn’t matter that you didn’t know who Derick was, you soon heard all about his tryst with the copy boy, and when you asked if the Susie M who was mentioned was the same Susie M that made out with the boss at last year’s Christmas party you heard all about the fallout from her drunk misstep. Felicity led you on a stroll around the pond as you laughed at her stories and filled her in on what you were hoping your next role would be. “I’ve been sent a couple of interesting scripts. There’s one for a sci fi time travel thing which I’m hoping to get a call back for. And there was one for a comedy about a coven of witches causing mayhem with their potions. I’m only about halfway through the script but I’d happily play any of the three lead witches, so I think I’ll have a crack at it.” “They both sound really good. Different to your last role.” “Yeah. Different’s good though.” Eventually you wound your way towards a small coffee shop opposite the far side of the park. The slice of apple tea cake you ordered was the first food you’d eaten since the few bites at dinner and Felicity didn’t let you leave until you’d finished it, though she was subtle in her insistence. When you put your fork down with food still left on the plate she ordered a second coffee for each of you which gave you little to do but keep eating. You thanked her after but she pretended not to know what you were talking about. It wasn’t until you got home again that she returned your phone. “You should call Ben,” “Do I have to?” “Stop pouting and do it. You’re cute together and you obviously love him. Just suck it up and talk to him.” You let out a heavy sigh and then took the phone back, refraining from rolling your eyes at how wrong she was about your feelings.

You headed out onto the back patio and, with some slight trepidation, called Ben. The call rang out. With a frown you headed back inside only to be greeted by Felicity making chicken noises. “I didn’t chicken out, he just didn’t pick up. He must be busy.” “Or he’s upset. Call back. You can come in after he’s not picked up three times or you’ve had a chat.” “Okay, I’ll try again, jeez,” you went back outside and shut the door behind you. Your second attempt was as unsuccessful as your first and you were just about to hang up on the third try when he picked up. “Hello?” “Hi Ben,” “Y/N,” there was none of the joy in his voice that usually accompanied your name. “Can we talk, is now a good time?” “Yeah,” “Okay, I just, uh, I wasn’t sure since you didn’t pick up straight away.” “Well I wouldn’t want to come across as more needy than I already do.” “I shouldn’t have said that,” you leaned against the wall of the house in the same spot you’d seen Ben lean countless times after you’d told him he couldn’t smoke inside, “I’m so so sorry about everything I said.” “It’s not what you said, Y/N. I get it, we had to fight and you let loose. From an acting perspective I’m actually really fucking impressed. I, uh, I might have watched the video when I got home, just once, and it looks legit. Like, that line about pretending to love me as much as I do you.” You held your breath, waiting for him to ask how you knew. “I mean, that’s exactly what we were going for anyway, just without the details of not having met each other’s families. Everyone still heard us argue about moving at different paces and it was some really great improvisation.” “You think so?” “Yeah absolutely. I don’t think I could have come up with a line like that on the fly. Seriously, if we were allowed to tell people it was fake, that would have fit well on your audition reel.” “So you’re not upset with me?” There was a pause as Ben thought about his next words. “Not upset exactly. Like I said, I get that it was a scene. But the way you sounded when you called me clingy….it was pretty clear there were some real feelings in there too and I,” Ben sighed, “I just wish you’d talk to me about how you were feeling beforehand.” “I didn’t really know how.” “But if I’d known that I was making you uncomfortable or coming across as clingy I would have pulled back. I could have texted less or crashed at your place less often. Not insisted on buying you books on our fake dates.” You scuffed your foot against the ground, not sure whether to come clean about overhearing him. You’d expected Ben to have realised by now that you knew, not to take what you’d said as some incredible performance. “I know I got kinda caught up in it all though,” he said before you could summon the courage to admit anything, “I, um, I really like…” You could feel your heart racing, convinced he was about to confess his feelings for you, completely unsure how to react. “…being someone’s boyfriend.” “Oh,” Why was he so determined to surprise you? Why did you feel disappointed? “It suits me. I like having someone to dote on and take care of and talk to and I guess it’s been a while since I properly, seriously dated anyone. I feel like I’ve got all this boyfriend energy stored up and nowhere for it to go. It comes in handy when we’re pretending to be on a date or whatever but sometimes it slips out when we’re just hanging out as friends, without the cameras and all that. Which isn’t an excuse or anything, I’m not trying to undermine any discomfort you felt.” “No, I get it.” “You do?” “Yeah. I mean, we said it was a weird situation right back when it was first pitched to us. That hasn’t really changed, has it?” “No,” he said with a small, soft chuckle, “still weird.” “Exactly. And sometimes I think it can be kind of confusing.” “Confusing?” You had a sudden mental image of a dog with pricked up ears, “Confusing’s maybe the wrong word. Hard to keep up with is I guess what I’m trying to say. It’s different to acting in love with someone on a movie because on a movie there’s a definite time span. The director calls cut and you can stop pretending. But we don’t get that cut. Even when there’s no cameras we’re still faking it for the people we know and anyone who might see us,” you glanced inside to make sure Felicity wasn’t listening in. “Do you think that’s why you didn’t know how to talk to me? Because there’s no clear line between Y/N and Ben as friends and Y/N and Ben as a couple.” “Maybe,” you shrugged, “I don’t think it helps.” “Yeah. It’s like, obviously there are times when we have to be all coupley and I guess it gets hard to say when something is uncomfortable because then it’s like what about next time we’re out and we have to do that thing anyway. And there are things I’m happy to do with my friends that I don’t think twice about but might carry extra meaning in our situation.” “Exactly. I don’t want to say I don’t like something and make you feel bad when we then have to do it because people are watching.” “So what are you suggesting then?” “Well, we aren’t allowed to see each other in public for a couple of weeks now, right? So maybe this could be a chance for us to take a break. Not in a completely cut off way, I still wanna talk to you and stuff. But if we give ourselves some space, y’know. Try and shake….excess feelings a-and work out our boundaries better.” “Sure, yeah, I can see how that would help.” “It’s just a couple of weeks and like we can still text or call or whatever we just wouldn’t hang out together and it wouldn’t be every day.” “Y/N, I get it. It’s a good idea.” You took a deep breath, “Okay. Cool. Um, so we’re good?” “Of course we are. I-” Ben seemed to stop himself from saying something, instead sighing, “We’re good,” “Good.” There was nothing else to stay but you didn’t want to hang up. Neither did Ben, it seemed, both of you just standing in silence. You could hear faint music playing on his end, like it was coming from another room. Maybe he was in his kitchen, leaning against the bench, the radio on in the next room over. Or maybe he was sitting on his couch, the TV down low so the repetitive game music wouldn’t disturb your conversation. You could see him so clearly, sitting in his usual seat, controller abandoned beside him. You wondered if he could tell where you were. “I guess I should go then,” He said softly, “I’ll talk to you soon.” “Bye Ben,” “Bye cud- Y/N.”

“How’d it go?” Felicity asked when you came back inside. “Alright. We’re gonna take a break from seeing each other so much and sort out how we feel and stuff.” “That sounds good,” “Yeah,” you felt relieved at having had the conversation but it was mixed with a weird sadness you couldn’t put your finger on, making you feel vaguely like you wanted to be sick again. “Why don’t you go lie down for a bit. I’ll hang out and then tonight we can order pizza and watch cat videos or vine compilations or something dumb like that.” “You don’t have to stay, I’m fine.” “Hun, I’m staying. Maybe I’ll take a run to the shop, pick up some ice cream and booze and face masks. Sound fun?” “Definitely,” “Alrighty then, it’s a plan.” You felt slightly cheered by the thought as you made your way to your room and fell onto the bed, not bothering to change or move the covers, but it didn’t stop room from blurring with tears as soon as you were alone.

Keeping the distance between you and Ben was a mixed bag. On one hand not seeing each other meant there was no lingering pressure of another date or photo opportunity weighing on you. But on the other it also meant a queue of TV shows you felt unable to watch since you’d started them together. You didn’t have to worry that Ben would suddenly call you or rock up on your doorstep, unable to keep his affections to himself any longer. But you also missed out on random messages asking if you could remember that song (“you know the one it was from the early 2000s. Went something like…,”) or the way he’d chuck popcorn at you from the other side of the couch until you managed to catch some in your mouth. It gave you a chance to relax without worrying you were leading him on, or that you’d say the wrong thing, or that the rules you’d come up with would be broken. But that was because you barely spoke to him. Your communication was kept to text messages whenever something big happened and not much more. Ben sent you a message when he got a call back for one of the movies he’d auditioned for. You texted him when your neighbour’s dog had puppies, partly because they’d asked if you knew anyone who could adopt one when it was a little bigger, but partly because the second you saw the babies you thought of how much he’d love them. And yes, you were sleeping better without so much pressure and anxiety, but it hadn’t stopped Ben from appearing in your dreams and even daydreams, explicitly so more often than you were willing to admit. Then of course there was the bombardment of emails from family and friends checking in on you after they’d seen the video. It got so out of hand you’d had to make a rare post on your private Facebook account letting them know things were fine, just to get them to stop harassing you. But you couldn’t stop the harassment you were getting from strangers on all your other social media pages. You got into the bad habit of checking all the big gossip mag websites for  stories about you, following them with as much fervour as any fan might. Ben must have had some paparazzi taking up residence on his street too because you saw countless pictures of Ben going about his day – out with friends, walking to Tesco, smoking outside a pub. And every time there was some story attached either about how heartbroken he was or about how he was sneaking off to meet you in private. You coped the same treatment, though sometimes with the added twist of announcing you were pregnant. All it did was make you wish you could have a hug from Ben and talk about it with him. You came very close to buying a pack of cigarettes one day, just so you could burn one and have its scent linger around your house like Ben had brought it in with him. Felicity was brilliant. She found amusement in the unfamiliar photographers, especially when an article appeared with photos of you and her hugging on your doorstep, speculating you’d moved on from Ben already. It wasn’t so surprising that she’d snuck her way into the magazines she so loved to read considering she checked in on you a lot in the first few days. But, as much as you loved her, and as much as she made you laugh, she had her own job and partner to think about and she couldn’t quite grasp what was happening the same way Ben could have. You missed him more than you thought you would, even with all the baggage from his unrequited crush. So much so that the realisation your makeup date was approaching had you grinning as you made your morning coffee, humming the song from his mug.

It was a surprise, though not an unpleasant one, to hear your phone ringing at close to nine the night before the date. You were sitting in bed playing solitaire on your laptop when your ringtone interrupted. Ben was apologetic as he greeted you, repeatedly saying sorry for calling at all. “It’s okay Ben, I really don’t mind.” You said, putting the laptop aside and relaxing back against the pillows. “Are you sure? I should have just emailed you.” “Ben, stop. I’m glad you called. I’ve missed hearing your voice.” “You have?” “Of course I have. I spent two and a bit months doing nothing but listen to you blab, you really think I’d just forget you?” You could hear his smile when he continued, “I’ve missed talking to you too. I figured this would be a good excuse.” “This being?” “Tomorrow night. Peter said he’d send you the info.” “Of course, yeah I got his email. Tomorrow night, meeting at Boucher at seven.” “Yup, that’s the info.” “I was told to dress up and be prepared to smooch.” “Did he say smooch?” “No,” you laughed, “His phrasing sounded a lot stuffier and careful not to create a lawsuit, but I figured that’s what he meant.” “Yeah, um, you’re okay with that?” “Absolutely. It’s a makeup dinner and we’re going to be together for another couple of months so we should play up the romance and the um, physicality and all that.” You tried to ignore the sudden warmth in your cheeks and the memory of your last dream. “Okay, good because I was specifically told about what happens when we leave the restaurant.” “Hmmm I think I remember something about that but again, stuffy non-lawsuit language. Kinda hard to follow at times.” “Basically they want us to make out while we wait for an Uber. Like, proper make out.” “Oh,” “I told them neither of us are public make out people but they’re insisting they need it. Something about it being an obvious indication of getting back together or whatever. And technically we agreed to it when we signed up for this whole thing.” “Thanks for the heads up.” “No worries. Glad I called now, wouldn’t have wanted to just spring that on you. But um, that’s it really, I’ll let you get back to your last night of peace.” “Wait,” you blurted without having anything else to say. “Yeah?” “Ummm, oh! Did you hear anything more about that movie?” “Not yet but Peter said they’re still in talks. Hopefully soon.” “What’s it about?” “It’s an actiony thriller thing. This guy, the role I auditioned for, witnesses a murder and then gets dragged into this revenge mission. I’d get to shoot some big guns and drive a cool car and y’know save the girl, all that stuff.” “Sounds fun,” “Yeah, what about you, any auditions?” “One or two but nothing’s come of them. I sent my reel in for this supernatural comedy about a coven of witches. Too soon to know anything though.” “Well I hope you get it,” “Yeah, likewise.” “Thanks.” You were forcefully reminded of your last conversation when you both lapsed into silence again, neither of you making any move to hang up. You wanted to keep talking but part of you was worried that if you used up all your conversation topics now, you’d have nothing to talk about over dinner tomorrow, and if that happened you were bound to blurt out something you shouldn’t. Instead you just savoured the sound of Ben’s breaths and the odd rustle of clothing as he shifted around. Once again he was the one to break the silence. “Well, as lovely as it has been to chat, I should go. Gotta get a good night sleep so I’m ready to woo you tomorrow.” “You’re not going to bed yet are you? It’s so early,” “I was gonna read or something for a bit actually.” “Have you finished that show we started?” “Which one?” “Any of them? “No. Figured they could wait.” “You wanna watch one now?” “What, over the phone?” “Yeah, we can try to time it so it plays at the same time.” “Uh, sure, why not,” You quickly grabbed your laptop and, after some discussion of which show you were more in the mood for, found the right episode. There was laughter on both ends of the line as you attempted to hit play at the same time, counting down from three between giggles. It took you a few tries but you eventually got them to sync up, more or less. It felt nice to hear Ben’s laughter again, his voice when he sang along with the soundtrack, his comments about the nitty gritty of the production side – odd line deliveries and angles of shots. He was easy to talk to. Though with everything that had happened, everything you knew, just the act of talking to him set off butterflies in your stomach.

It took you well over an hour to get ready for the date. You’d been told to go all out so that’s exactly what you did. With a little help from Felicity so you could get away with a calming pre dinner drink. She gave you a hand choosing an outfit – a dress, short but not too short, classy but eye catching. It had started life as a dress for a movie premiere but after a few years the top didn’t fit quite right so you’d had it altered, the skirt was taken up, cut off and attached to a new top that more suited your current style, leaving you with a slightly shorter and much more you outfit. Glass of Prosecco close to hand, Felicity worked on your hair and offered advice on your makeup. When you were finished and could reveal the full look to her, she squealed. “You’re absolutely going to get laid.” “Shut up. I look alright though? Lipstick’s not too dark?” “Honey, you look gorgeous. I swear, you’re gonna get dicked down in the bathroom of that fancy as fuck restaurant because he’s not gonna be able to keep his hands off you.” You burst out laughing, “Good to know. Not exactly the plan for the evening but at least I’m prepared now.” “What is your plan?” “I don’t really have one, which is not helping me stay calm. I guess just find out if he’s still interested in me. And then work out where we go from there. We talked last night and that was good but I just need to know if he’s, you know, still into me.” “He’s head over heels for you, that won’t have changed. The question is, do you love him?” You wanted to say no but obviously couldn’t so you settled for a soft, “I’ve have missed him.” She hummed with an annoyingly knowing look. “I should be going, the Uber’ll be here soon.” Felicity pulled you into a hug, “Knock him dead, Y/N,” and then, as an afterthought added, “don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” “You first hooked up with your girlfriend because some drunk guy told you he’d buy you both drinks if you made out. There’s nothing you wouldn’t do.” Felicity laughed, “That was just a free drink, imagine what I’d do if there was a fancy French dinner involved.”

You arrived before Ben did. A quick glance up and down the street told you he wasn’t approaching just yet, so you opened your clutch to give yourself something to think about other than the sound of snapping cameras. Phone, lipstick, tissues, compact mirror, three condoms. You laughed to yourself when you saw them and made a mental note to lie about how useful they were when you next saw Felicity. Quick footsteps caught your attention and you looked up in time to see Ben running towards you. “Sorry, I’m late,” he said between breaths, pressing a kiss to your cheek as soon as he was within reach, “My Uber got caught in traffic and I had to make a stop,” He held out a small bouquet of flowers in a variety of pinks, purples and yellows. “For me?” “No for the other girl I’m seeing, of course for you. You like them?” “They’re beautiful,” you took the bouquet and breathed in its sweet scent. “I saw it in the shop and, um yeah, I don’t know, they seemed nice, a-and I know you, um, like nice things, so,” he stopped babbling with a pained expression on his face, for once more visibly nervous than you. “It’s very sweet of you, thank you,” “I’m glad you think so because right now it feels kinda cliché and cheesy. Now you have to carry them around all night, what was I thinking? And god can I just shut up. Sorry.” You couldn’t help but laugh as he scrunched his nose up and ran his hand through his hair, unintentionally endearing, “Calm down, Ben, we’ve done this before.” “I know,” “Let’s just go inside, further away from these cameras, and have a drink, sound good? “God yes,” he nodded and let you lead him through the door up to the hostess stand, managing to pull himself together enough to give her the name of the booking. As expected, she told you to wait in the bar until a table was ready.

Ben downed his first drink in one hit. It made you wonder how hard he was finding it to be around you. Had the space helped him quiet his feeling for you? Or had it just made him want you more? Was that why he seemed so out of sorts, stumbling over his words in a way that was so unlike him. You desperately wanted to find out where he stood but it was impossible without giving yourself away. What you needed was for him to make another phone call you could overhear but the likelihood of that happening was slim. You’d just have to put it from your mind for now. “Better?” You asked Ben as he caught the barman’s attention and ordered a second drink. “Getting there,” He took the new glass and drank, just a sip this time, “You look stunning by the way. I should have said it earlier,” “Thank you, you look very handsome,” He glanced down at the suit he was wearing, “Thanks.” A somewhat awkward silence followed. “So,” you said, louder than necessary, desperate to get him talking like he normally did lest you start to freak out too, “You been here before?” “No. Never even heard of it before Mary and Peter mentioned it. You?” “Same.” You looked around the room, searching for something else to talk about, “Nice though.” “Yeah, yeah, really swanky.” “Bit different from the painting thing,” “Yeah, very. Look I need to tell you someth-” “Mr Hardy? Your table is ready,” You smiled at the hostess, as he thanked her, and followed her towards a table for two, setting your bouquet down to the side. Ben smiled at you from across the table. “You were saying?” you asked, apprehensive and curious. “Oh, um, nothing, doesn’t matter. We’ve got a date to focus on.” “Wouldn’t want all these prying eyes to miss anything,” “Exactly. Cuddle bunny,” You smiled at the nickname despite its ridiculousness and leaned forward in your seat slightly, letting your fingers gently rest against the back of his hand. If he wanted to focus on the date and putting on a good show for the public then that was something you could do, “Babe.” The flush you’d seen creep onto Ben’s face before appeared again and he reached for his glass once more. “So, how have you been?” you asked, pulling your hand back towards you. He looked at its retreat and then back at your eyes, “Good. Got to hang out with the boys a few times last week which was really good.” “Beat them at any more video games?” “They won’t let me anywhere near FIFA at the moment,” “Discrimination,” “That’s what I tried to tell them!” he laughed, seeming to relax a little more, “bunch of babies.” “What about that trip thing you were organising, have you sorted that out?” “Not entirely. It’s with my friend Joe who lives in the States. He was going to come out here but we decided it wasn’t worth it since I’ll be over there soon anyway.” “You will?” “Well both of us will be. Part of the press stuff for The Perfect Match.” “Oh, right, of course,” you giggled and tucked your hair behind your ear. “He’s looking forward to meeting you though.” “I bet he is,” you said automatically. Of course he’d be keen to meet the woman his friend was infatuated with, you would be too. Ben gave you a questioning look but you covered well enough, “I mean, he’d obviously know about us dating so I assume he’d be curious to meet your girlfriend. Especially if we’re having public spats and stuff.” “Right, yeah, definitely. What about you? What’s been happening?”

From there you fell into your usual style of conversation, both of you relaxing more as the night wore on and the bottle of wine you ordered grew emptier. The only difference from normal was the romance of it all, played up as much as possible. Brushing hands as you both reached for the salt, soft smiles and laughs. You even went so far as to twirl a strand of hair around your finger like some love struck teenybopper in a soap opera. When your food arrived you let Ben feed you a bite off his fork. You offered a taste of your meal in return and he held your wrist as he leaned in. A gesture that left you breathless, blinking at him as he slowly withdrew his hand. The wine’s fault probably. You’d polished off the bottle by the time dessert arrived, on top of the drinks you’d had before you sat down. It made you feel looser and you assumed the same of Ben, judging by how different his demeanour was to the nervous, stuttering one he’d had when he showed up. Perhaps that was why, with a spoonful of chocolate mousse halfway to his mouth and no regard for the conversation you were having, he suddenly said, “Can I ask about these last couple of weeks?” “Uh, yeah, what d’you want to know?” “Was it good? The space, did you get what you wanted from it?” You thought for a moment, putting down your own spoon, “Yes. I’m not going to lie and say it wasn’t helpful because it really was. Just, having that break from everything. I think I really needed it. But I really really missed you too.” He smiled at that, looking down at his dessert like he was trying to hide it, “I’m glad. It was hard not seeing you but yeah, helped me figure some stuff out too. Confirmed some other stuff.” “Like what? If you don’t mind me asking.” “Like…um, the thing I said on the phone about enjoying playing the boyfriend. I like having someone special to share things with,” He sighed, “But that’s…not relevant right now. Do you want to get out of here?” You were a little taken aback by the suddenness of the suggestion but agreed, reapplying your lipstick for the cameras while the waiter collected your bill.

Ben wrapped his arm around your waist once you were outside, pulling you close. With the pretext on planting a kiss on your temple he quietly asked if you were ready for the next part. “Lay it on me,” you giggled, feeling warm and light. A second later his hand was sliding down your side towards your bum which set off another wave of giggles. He kept you close as you walked down the street, oblivious to the flash of cameras. Ben kept his arm around you, using the other to open the app and order a car. You stopped when you reached a quiet bus stop, Ben letting you go to sit down, tapping the spot beside him. But his hand wasn’t gone for long, instead moving to cup your cheek as he pulled you into a kiss. “I missed doing that,” he muttered but you were more focused on making it happen again, shifting yourself closer, laying your hand against him, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. His heart was pounding under your palm, but it matched the beat against your own chest. You’d forgotten how good he was at kissing but it came flooding back as you opened your lips for him, felt his tongue against yours. His hand was firm on your back, pulling you in but still not close enough. You whined, let him pull you onto his lap, pressed yourself against him, one hand in his hair so he wouldn’t stop kissing you. His hands were everywhere, on your arms and back and squeezing your arse, holding you in place as you arched your back slightly and kissed him harder. A car horn right beside you made you pull away, startled. “Ben?” The older man asked, looking down at their phone, “I’m here to pick you up.” “Shit,” Ben said softly, and then to the driver, “Sorry, yes, that’s us.” You let your head fall forward onto his shoulder for a second, smothering your laughter. “C’mon cuddle bunny,” he said softly, “they’ve had enough of a show.” Your legs felt unsteady as you stood and smoothed your skirt down. Ben opened the back door for you and followed you inside. “So sorry about that,” he said again to the driver. He just laughed, “It’s alright. I remember being your age and completely smitten. You’re that couple I’ve seen online, right?” “Uh, yes, that’d be us, I think” “Well if you wanna keep making out I won’t stop you. Might have to tweet about it though.” Ben laughed, “Thanks but I think we can hold off for a bit.” You looked over at Ben and had to cover your mouth to keep from laughing too loud when you saw the lipstick smudged over Ben’s face. “What is it?” Still laughing you handed ben your compact mirror and the pack of tissues from your clutch. “Christ,” he said softly, “The internet’s going to fucking love this.”

The Uber driver left you at the end of Ben’s driveway with a wink and a have fun. There were paparazzi waiting for you so you grabbed Ben’s hand and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. He led you inside, refusing to let go of your hand even while trying to dig his keys from the opposite pocket. Once you were inside, you placed your slightly bruised bouquet on the hall stand, leaned against the closed door and began taking your shoes off. Normally, after being out together and winding up at Ben’s place, you’d head straight to the bathroom to take off your makeup. He’d go and fetch two glasses of water if you’d been drinking or maybe something warm if the night was cool. You’d change into the pyjamas you kept at his place and then join him in the lounge room, sometimes tucking yourselves under the same blanket, to watch TV until you were yawning and struggling to stay awake. And then you’d wish each other good night and head to your separate rooms. But this time something felt different. You kicked your shoes to the side of the hallway and stayed against the door, watching as Ben pulled his wallet from his pocket, dropping it and his keys next to your flowers. He slowly turned towards you, taking a step closer. And you knew you should move, should dodge around him, make a joke about not needing to take off your makeup since he’d already done it for you but you found yourself stepping towards him too. There was a beat as you both realised how close you were. You heard Ben swallow, watched his eyes move to your lips unashamedly. Later, when you were lying in the dark wondering what the fuck had happened, you’d tell yourself it was the wine. A brief impairment of judgement exacerbated by months of celibacy and an easily suggestable brain. Whether you believed it was another question.

You closed the gap but he was only a second behind, hand back on your waist as his other found your jaw. You wrapped your arms around his neck, let him slowly walk you through the house towards the living room you where you’d spent so many nights joking around. He didn’t stop kissing you while you stumbled through the house, not unless he had to and even then he never went far, his breath hot against your lips. You pushed him down onto the couch and straddled his lap, continuing what had been interrupted, his hands falling back to your arse, pushing up your skirt, squeezing, as you tugged on his hair, making him groan. A single rational thought was trapped in the back of your mind, trying to breakthrough but it was hard to think when Ben was holding you like that, kissing you like that, especially after so long without being touched at all. He broke away to mouth at your throat and it was only then that you had enough time to think clearly. “Wait,” you said softly and then again more insistently. “What is it?” “What are we doing? We can’t,” “Why not?” You shook your head, and pushed yourself off of him, taking a couple of steps back, “It’s rule one Ben,” “We wouldn’t even have to break rule one though, we can just stay here on the couch. No harm in making out if we’ve already done it.” A whine caught in your throat and you took an extra half step back to keep from rushing into his arms again, more rational thoughts pushing through the broken wall and joining the first. You shouldn’t, not if there was any chance Ben still had a crush on you. It wouldn’t be fair. “I’d be good to you Y/N, you know I would,” You shook your head, “You know this isn’t real, right Ben?” “Of course I know that,” “Really? Because sometimes I think you forget I’m not actually in love with you.” What’s that supposed to mean?” You bit your lip to try and stop yourself from saying what you were about to say but it was no use, the words were already half out, “I heard you talking to Joe the night you left your keys at the bar. I know you have a crush on me.” “You heard that?” His eyes were wide, horrified. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to overhear I just needed a drink an-.” “Oh my god,” He sat up straighter and ran a hand through his hair again and you wished it was your fingers mussing it up, “Maybe you should go.” “Wait, Ben, let’s just talk about it.” “Is that why you were upset before the argument? Is that why you didn’t want to see me for the last two weeks?” “I thought some space might help you stop feeling that way.” He laughed at that, “I’m – I’ve been trying to stop feeling like this for months now, since we were filming together, but I can’t, I can’t shake you. I love you. And it won’t go away.” “You love me?” Ben nodded, looking up at you from the couch but you couldn’t meet his eye. “You don’t have to say you don’t feel the same, I know.” You didn’t know what to say, just stood there, frozen in place. “That’s what I thought,” He stood up, chewing on his lip and when he spoke he had to clear his voice to make it loud enough for you to hear, “I, um, I know I just said you should leave but you can’t go yet. There are still paparazzi out there and we’re meant to look like we’ve made up. I’m going to go to bed though and you can stay until they leave or, if you can still stand to look at me, then you’re welcome to stay the night and I’ll drop you home in the morning. I’m really sorry.” You watched him walk towards the hallway, still frozen in place.

[its--fandom--darling]

So how did the flw!sy at the PBR rodeo tour go down?

So he gets taken for his birthday by his uncle. When Uncle James is around for Sy and Willa’s birthday, he always makes sure to try and do something with them individually because he think it’s important that even though they share the day that they get to feel special. He gets special tickets because he’s active duty and PBR tours typically honor active duty and veterans at the beginning of the programs. (yes, I have been to a PBR tour, so im basing it on that) So this birthday is eye opening in a lot of ways and if you asked Sy as an adult why he wanted to be in the military, he’d probably harken it back to the moment after the national anthem in which all the veterans and active duty servicemen and women were asked to stand and the arena fills with deafening applause. Like he’s always adored his uncle and has always idolized him in the way that little boys tend to idolize their father/father figures and he watches his uncle get kind of teary eyed when the gentleman that is sitting behind them, pats his uncle on the shoulder and shakes his hand vigorously while thanking him for his service. 

As for Sy wanting to be a rodeo clown, we all know that Sy has a wicked sense of humor, so watching the clown run around and actively taunt these massive, angry beasts while making the audience laugh, Sy is all in. He’s totally enraptured and after the show, he begs and pleads for his uncle to take him down the edge of the arena where the riders are signing autographs and taking pictures. Sy slips away from his uncle and runs around the edge of the arena until he gets the rodeo clowns attention and the he’s just like shocked that this kid wants to talk him when these legit cowboys are standing just next to him. But Sy is beaming and hopped on up too much cotton candy, blue eyes big and pleading as he thrusts his ticket over the top rail of the fencing and asks for the clowns autograph. This guy is taken aback by how earnest this kid is, as he babbles about how cool he was in the arena and how he wants to be just like him when he grows up and gets a job, (honestly, Sy thinks that being the captain of his men is basically the same thing as being a rodeo clown because he has to help wrangle a bunch of bullheaded shoulders on the daily) buy the rodeo clown signs his ticket by the time that Uncle James catches up and Sy is turning to him and asking him to take a picture with the disposable camera that his mom sent them with. Uncle james asks him if that’s cool with him and he says, yes. So uncle james hauls Sy up to sit on the railing and the rodeo clown through an arm around him and the cheese hard for the picture and before he leaves he takes the cowboy hat his wearing on top of his wig and plops it onto Sy’s head, telling him he’ll need it someday and Sy is just bursting with pride. He wears it constantly and still has it wrapped up in his childhood keepsake box. 

@speakerforthedead0

[misha-moose-dean-burger-lover]

anyone wanna hear the story of how i found out supernatural was ending and proceeded to have the worst morning of my life?

(super-excessive rambling ahead. do not read the whole of it.)

so i don't remember the date but it was the day of my english 10th board exam. boards are like a series of subject finals, kinda the biggest exams conducted in a student's education in india, plus they're nationalized. so yeah, a massively big deal, and obviously the first thing i do waking up on this massively important day is open tumblr. there are about seventy messages and i'm confused cause i think i barely "talked" to ten people back then, but before i've even checked them out, the first post i see is a textpost about how the longest running joke universally across fandoms is that 'spn has been going on way too long and needs to end' but now that it is ending, all people can do is cry about it. for some reason, i don't process that post as fact™, assuming they mean a general "ending" instead of a "j2m announced last season" ending. anyways i move on to my messages, and all of them are people who've freaking the fuck out for at least a few hours (the advantages of being in a timezone different from of most people) and i go to my activity, still stunned, and someone's tagged me in a meta of some kind, and i check it out completely dazed and it's got gifs (already!) of the three of them standing there with teary eyes and jensen actually saying the words everyone had been screaming about in the chats, and it finally hits me that it's ending, supernatural is ending, it's going to be OVER, and it's already been decided when. obviously, the tears start, and literally crying in my bed, still under the comforter, i think i watched the video twice, without headphones in fact, which is extremely weird because i virtually NEVER do that, but as if anything else mattered at the moment!

i don't remember what all i felt in those moments but one of the thoughts that REALLY stood out was that i wish, wish, wish it lasted just one more year — so maybe supernatural could end at the same time as highschool ended for me, and it'd feel like the end of a phase of my life, but no, according to what they predicted (and not even kidding, now it's even worse) supernatural was going to end smack in the middle of senior year for me, obviously a super important, super stressful year, and god, i wished so hard it'd just go on ONE MORE YEAR somehow but look what happened now it's ending like three months before my college entrance exams and the competitive engineering exams and shit which is just absolutely perfect because it's doing wonders to my attention span and mental health and yeah i'm getting off topic i'm gonna come back to the topic now

it's two am rn and i'm weirdly tired of typing so what happens next is fucking wild, but i'm gonna hurry because i need to go cry some more into a pillow or a ao3 tab or something. so like a whole HOUR later i get up from bed. i've got to get dressed and shit, most important exam of my life YET and everything. so i start brushing, obviously scrolling through tumblr, obviously failing to not cry, and my mum walks in, and she doesn't know a thing about supernatural (even if she did, she would consider the idea of me crying over them announcing an ending RIDICULOUS) so she just assumes i'm sniffling and tensed up because i'm STRESSED and she tries reassuring me like i need fucking reassurance for ENGLISH of all things. anyway anyway anyway i have maggi for breakfast i think and i'm still pretty out of it and stuff but i get dressed in my uniform and put on the fucking blazer though its HOT outside but i like wearing the school blazer for exams but i underestimated how much of a physically draining effect the news and reacting to it would have on me, so then there's me sweating literal buckets and then we set off.

we're already late in leaving the house (why, i don't remember) and once we're at the centre, and my parents have dropped me off and wished me luck, i go to the gate, right. and THEN the guard gestures to my uniform and tells me i'm missing my fucking class ID. now i know i'm late so i panic on cue because shit shit shit i'm gonna be even more late, and i legit turn and look for mum and dad (we weren't allowed to carry our mobiles for the test) and what i see is that they've reversed the car and are about to drive out the gate and obviously my brain isn't really working so i fucking RUN AFTER THE CAR, like, i'm really not an athletic person, i avoid running as much as i possibly can, and i fucking lose my shit and chase the car down in like ten seconds of running cause it's only like ten metres away actually but the highlight of it all is that i run. in a public space. unprompted. with a shitload of emotions and anxiety and panic, and i basically almost sob in relief when dad immediately stops the car and pretty much pulls me in and tells me to stop worrying cause the house is like ten minutes away and i might miss the general waiting part and stuff but i wasn't gonna miss the exam. so THEN we start driving back and obviously because they are who they fucking are, they start arguing about which of them is at fault for this and who was supposed to check in on me carrying my seriously important ID and other crap, and then obviously they're yelling and that does even more wonders for my state of practically hysteria, but i hold it together until we get home and i get the ID (which is on the bed, probably was under my blazer or something) and we set back off, and i know we're late, and i know supernatural is ending, and i know it's going to take a part of me really, and mum and dad just won't stop yelling at each other about god knows what, and i manage to squeeze in the first time in SO many years that i cry in front of my parents right there in the backseat, and they're sort of stunned because i really don't cry (in front of people) and then there's just me losing it in a mixture of helplessness and nerves and anger for some reason and just. whoa.

ANYWAYS we get to the centre (in time for the exam, but like fifteen minutes later than i SHOULD have gotten there) and dad talks to the teacher and stuff and it works out because obviously it's a really important exam they're not going to make me skip it, and i go straight to my classroom — also did i mention these exams aren't held in our own schools but like, different test centres, so basically a different room and desk each day in a different school from mine, ugh, i hate new places — and i find out i have the FIRST bench of the second column which lowkey sucks because it's too public really, but at least my best friend's sitting like diagonally from me on the left, and my friends are basically sprinkled around the classroom as well and i see them eyeing me worriedly cause they were scared i might miss the exam but also because i was a MESS with bloodshot eyes and an outofit look in them and did i mention i was sweating like a dog all this time wearing a blazer because i'm just that idiot because yeah.

so then i calm myself down the best i can. sitting under a fan helps, taking off my stupid blazer helps, and seeing dish (beforementioned best friend) helps — because apparently she heard about the ending too (she's not in the fandom she just keeps up with news for my sake, yes, im very lucky to have her) and tries to cheer me up about it, but then it's time for the paper, and they give them out and...yeah.

three hours later, the exam ends, and i step out of that hall the most mentally exhausted i've been in YEARS. also i swear off tumblr until i've had lunch and napped and stuff because i was also functioning on extremely little sleep but i really think that part was obvious.

as it goes, i ended up getting a 95% in that paper :)

but to this date, my sister jokes about how i ended up getting my personal least marks of that year in english of all subjects which was supposed to be of my strongest suit heh all because of a six-ish minute video released in a different part of the world about something that wasn't even going to happen that year...and like. yeah.

that's it.

that's the story.

[wooyukh]

ugh idk if im suppose to submit this here but ur writing is amazing. i legit read it at 3am and my eyes get TEARY bc it’s late af and I read in the dark 😎👍 good job keep it up.

oh my 🥺 thank you for letting me know and thank you so much for reading my works 🥺

[ivyglow]

Ok i think you’ll love this https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMefj7rQE/

OMG IM LEGIT HAVE TEARY EYES I- they’re so cute!!!!!!! and she’s so amazing, those videos/pics just melted my heart 

[ufonaut]

fifth viewing notes:

arthur’s eyes are so teary and his voice cracks in the middle of sentences so often....love him being permanently five seconds away from outright sobbing

still not a big fan of the instrumental soundtrack but only because literally nothing in the universe is better than the legit songs they chose

ARTIE’S GOT A SEEMINGLY HAND-PAINTED MUG THAT SAYS “MURRAY FRANKLIN LIVE” ON IT (CAN BE SEEN WHEN HE’S PRACTISING FOR THE SHOW)

“why..would i take his sign” is still top three babie moments im gonna cry forever

SECOND TO LAST SCENE WITH EVERYONE CHEERING HIM ON STILL FEELS VISCERALLY MUCH. LITERALLY I FEEL THAT IN MY SOUL EVERY TIME

nothing Fucks more than the shot of the police car turning a corner as in my white room with black curtains~ starts playing

is the lady in the taxi with the clown mask the same as the subway lady? good for her dot jpeg

“why did you give him these flowers?” “oh theyre not real” is still the best exchange anyone’s ever had. that sure explains EVERYTHING artie ol pal

penny flashback even more heartbreaking in light of deciding she’s absolutely telling the truth and thomas did falsify the adoption papers

artie getting in the fridge and penny locking herself in the bathroom.....remnants from when they still lived w penny’s boyfriend? as a kid artie prob wouldnt have had to take the shelves out..

WHAT IS IT ABOUT THIS MOVIE. I COULD WATCH IT DAILY. HOURLY.

[cinnamonrollstark]

Far From Home Spoilers but in bullet points

You've been warned. And next time blacklist your tags :)

And iiiiiiiiii will always love youuuu

Band practice: dust edition

Blip blip

Ned giving of Quill vibes

Peter having a panic attack: a mood in one scene

The "thwack" sound the banana made

Peter tingle

God these teachers are everything

Perfume allergies

Betty and Ned: a story of young love

Okay the necklace thing? Cute af

"I'm super strong, and sticky"

Saved by the bell- wait, wait no, no it must be "killed by the bell"

"And you just shot Ned!"

Peter gets edith: a series of long novelizations of my weeping

"Save yourself from having to breath in spandex"

Peter's little "I'm sorry" to Mysterio is weirdly heartbreaking?

WE ARE GOING TO PRAGUE

"All I heard was crying"

"Take off your clothes." "I'm sorry, what now?"

"Is Brad the target?"

"EDITH NO."

Flash getting punched by Peter accidentally is a mood somehow

"You got a multi-billion dollar piece of AI and what is the first thing you do with it? You try to blow up your friends."

NIGHT MONKEY

Peter's eyes got so teary when "Fury" asks him if Tony made a mistake

Night monkey is on the news

Peter ripping the seatbelt just so had this energy

Peter no,, just please dont

Well now look what you did

"See? That wasn't so hard."

"Barf. He took my lifes work, and named it BARF."

"Tony Stark built this in a cave, with a box of scraps!"

Peter and Mj being cute as always

"You know this bridge was built to kill people? They would put them in baskets and drown them."

Peter's face when he thought the only reason MJ cared was because he was spiderman

"I was only 67% sure!"

Mysterio realizing that one of the drones was gone, and then threatening to kill IM1 guy

"Peter Parkers blood will be on your hands" but will it though, Beck, because you're the one trying to kill him

The illusion scene though

Had my heart pounding

Fuck you quinten seriously

And when it finally came to the train it legit knocked my breath out of my chest

The flashing lights of the windows against Peter's bloody face = whumpalicious

"You guys speak really good english!"

The guard wearing the "night monkey" mask

"When we were in that hotel in Berlin, and you ordered a payperview movie, and we couldnt see the titles but I knew by the price that youd ordered an adult film-"

Being stitched up/flinching

Eventually breaking down and yelling/crying, and then apologizing

"I'm gonna kick his ass."

"Yeah, uh, but what about the immediate right now."

"What?" "Nothing."

AC/DC playing: I LOVE LED ZEPPELIN

"At some point we are going to have a serious talk about my AUNNNT

"IM TRYING MY BEST, JULIUS"

"VOLTRON, YOURE THINKING OF VOLTRON!"

The scene with Peter and the drones is just dope idek how to describe it

MJ WITH THE MACE

"I just CANT DO THAT!"

Me too happy, me too

"SPIDERMAN FOLLOWS ME?"

THE PETER TINGLE HOLY FUCK

YAS BITCH KICK THAT MOTHERFUCKING DRONE

PUNCH THAT UGLY ASS FISHBOWL

When Mysterio is trying to hand him the glasses and Peter grabs the gun without looking

Like did yall hear my ovaries explode

Peter looked so damn sad lemme tell you

Reaunited!!!

KISSES

This just in: I want Tom Holland to kiss me

"I like it broken" honestly me too MJ but about people not necklaces

"Mother couldnt come?"

Let me tell you

If you watch Flashes phone in the edith bus scene

Hes talking to his mom about his dads health

What do assholes that kinda look up to spiderman with sick dads have in common?

Let me give you a hint: Harry Osborne

Anyways

"Are you two dating?"

"Yeah no I'm gonna leave, I have a date."

Then, post credits:

JJJ is back and hes still Simmonsy

Spiderman is a menace apparently

THEY LET PETER SAY THE FUCK WORD

Also skrulls

"Where are my shoes?"