#i am trying to be composed rn but I am. vibrating!

[bookwyrminspiration]

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you

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!! me!! that's incredibly sweet of you nonsie, very touching. I appreciate you taking the time to send this to me and am quite elated I can be that kind of person for you!

I am existing! I am somewhere in the world doing my thing! I am sending the burning candle of roses and sunshine right back at you <3

[rynhaswritersblock]

bad date | p.p.

a/n: f/h means favorite hobby!

summary: maybe trying to get over a crush on your best friend wasn't such a good idea after all

warnings: fluff, jealous peter (babey), some cussing as per usual

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"brad's looking at you."

you huff. "mj, i told you i-"

"hey!" she cuts you off. "you told me you were lonely, so sorry for trying to help."

"being lonely doesn't imply that i'll take anyone," you mutter, glancing over at peter.

to your relief, he and ned were engaged in an intense discussion about their star wars conspiracy theories.

"okay, ms. picky-pants. you don't think brad is good enough for you?" mj scoffs, half laughing at your diva-ish attitude.

peter's head snaps over to the two of you, perplexion and slight alarm on his face. you meet his gaze, sucking in a breath, raking your brain for some form of excuse. sure, brad was cute, but you weren't interested. what you were interested in, however, was finding a way to please mj without provoking her, in addition to figuring out what to say in order to make yourself still clearly available to peter without showing too many hints.

crushes are stupid as shit when you're afraid of confrontation.

"no, it's not that-" you struggle, "i don't know. he used to be so little, you know? and then all of a sudden it's five years later and everyone's back and now he's all tall and, erm, good looking and stuff."

a smirk grows on the girl's face and she sets her sandwich down with a sly wink.

"no, mj-"

peter glares from the other side of the table, eyes darting between you, looking incredibly flustered, and mj, smile plastered on her face as she beelines over to brad davis' table.

"what's going on?" the boy asks. you pick up on the hint of jealousy and confusion in peter's face and clear your throat, hating the way your face begins to burn.

"uh, mj is apparently trying to set me up with brad?"

"oh," he nods. seems about right for things to work out that way for me.

the girl practically skips back over to the table, donning a satisfied grin.

"you did not," you gape in slight horror.

she slides into the seat next to you, nudging you with her elbow. "oh, but i did."

you look over at brad, meeting eyes with him and returning his bright smile and wave. a deep sigh escapes your mouth as he turns back around. you glance over at peter, gathering your thoughts before deciding that, maybe, it was time to get over your best friend.

"are you seriously going out with brad?" ned asks, humor lacing his words. "huh, i still imagine him as that scrawny little toothpick that barely made it onto b team basketball."

peter humphs.

"yeah, apparently i am," you breathe, forcing a smile to pull at the corners of your mouth.

peter's sourness about the situation seems to radiate off of him, and it stings. but it's fine!

totally!

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the honk outside your window makes you jump as you strap on your heel. you stand for a second to peek out the glass, seeing brad in his beat up car, one arm resting outside the window as the other lays on the steering wheel.

"the fuckery," you mutter. "i didn't wanna go to a fancy restaurant anyways, and now he's honking at me. little dipshit-"

maybe you were a little fed up at the situation.

you'd spent the entire day convincing yourself that this was good, that this was something you wanted to do and that you were excited about it. rather than focusing on your lessons, you focused on ignoring the fact that peter undoubtedly would take you on a better date than going out to some fancy restaurant that probably serves two bitefuls of food on one giant plate at a time for no good reason. the fact that he'd take you to a drive-in with fast food and then you'd just talk in the car afterwards?

totally ignored.

you bid goodbye to your parents, waving off their inquisitive comments as you make your way out of the apartment, nearly falling down the steps in your uncomfortable shoes. a wave of hesitation hits you as you walk over to brad's car in subconscious expectation for him to get out and open the door for you.

but no.

you purse your lips as you make your way to the passenger side, practically thumping into the seat of the low car.

"hey," he smiles, giving you a once-over. "you look really beautiful."

"thanks," you say, feeling a blush creep on. maybe he wasn't horrible? "you look handsome."

and he did. as much as you hated to admit it, brad was a good looking dude. he wore a white button up with a dark grey jacket and matching slacks. you both cleaned up nicely, apparently.

you yelp as the car shoots forward and quickly buckle in, looking over and giving the boy a half-convincing smile as he returns the gaze, smug and cocky grin on his face.

oh boy.

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peter parker felt guilty as hell.

he was not supposed to be here. and yet he sat there, in the corner of the restaurant, having dinner with tony and glancing back every once and a while to see you, talking to brad.

"you seemed so confident when you brought this idea up, pete," tony smirks, letting out a small laugh.

"yeah," peter sighs. "that was before we actually got here and i realized how bad it would be if she or brad saw me."

it wasn't difficult to figure out your plans. peter had most of his classes with you, classes in which he sat next to you. and although the tension was high today, it didn't stop him from glancing over at your phone every time it buzzed, the name brad davis being on there just about every time making him clench his jaw.

"i don't know, i just have never really gotten that into basketball? f/h's more of my thing," you say, fiddling with the leaf garnish with your fork.

"ah," he nods, glancing around the room. "woah!"

you furrow your brows. your date turns back to you with an excited smile- not to mention, a smile brighter than when he saw you at the beginning of the night. "tony stark is here."

a surprised expression grows on your face. you'd met the man a few times upon hanging out with peter, and that one time peter got into some spider-man trouble and tony came to you for help. a smile begins to tug at your lips before you regain your focus and turn around.

sure enough, there tony sat, deep in conversation with the person across from him. your gaze catches tony's and you nearly choke on air, giving him a small wave. you notice the curls on the head of tony's company, the same gelled waves you'd fallen in love with. the breath catches in your throat as you make the connection in no time.

thing is, you weren't even mad about it.

tony's eyes widen, making peter's do the same.

"what is it?" the boy whispers.

"well, uh, it's nothing, really, um, other than the fact that your girl's date just recognized me and then y/n turned around and we just made eye contact. but it's nothing, really."

"shit," peter seethes. he ignores the look tony gives him. "i'm gonna go to the bathroom."

"good idea, kid," tony nods. "escape plan!"

you whirl back around in your chair. "i'm, um, gonna go use the ladies' room."

he nods and smiles at you as you stand, grabbing your clutch and heading towards the bathroom to compose yourself.

"god, ladies' room? what, am i, the queen? and why does that kid fucking smile at everything what the-"

you pinch your eyes for one second before running into the wall.

or peter.

peter is the wall, apparently.

you jump back, eyes widening before you look around, grabbing the boy by the collar and pulling him behind the wall that sectioned off the bathrooms.

"peter, why the fuck are you here?" you ask, instantly regretting your harsh tone.

"i, uh," he stutters, "tony and i have a, erm, meeting."

you furrow your brows. "about what? tony doesn't believe in formal meetings, even i know-"

"i like you?"

you shut your mouth.

"that's uh, why i'm here."

the boy stuffs his hands in his pockets, pursing his lips anxiously.

"so that's why you followed me here?"

a crooked smile grows on peter's face and he wipes his face with an embarrassed laugh. "don't make me fully admit it."

the (slightly cocky) grin that pulls at your mouth makes the boy feel a little bit better. you lean up and press a kiss to his cheek, resting your head on his shoulder.

"i hated the guy anyway. brad doesn't know what chivalry is."

peter's laugh vibrates through your chest and makes you feel warm.

"wanna escape?"

"as long as you promise that we'll go to a drive-in movie and eat french fries and eat in the car and talk and i don't have to wear these dumbass heels."

"i promise."

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i do be grinding rn i wrote this and the last one ALL TODAY!!!!!!!!!! IN LIKE HALF A DAY!!!!!!

decided that i'm ceo of posting like two or even three imagines in one day and then not posting for at least another two weeks

hope u enjoyed <3

[krustywhore]

ten thousand words ch. 9

hhh surprise update;)

no sprace in this chapter, but plenty of faves

(I’m at a football game on mobile rn so I’ll fix the formatting later but I just got impatient lmao)

also here it is on ao3 with correct formatting!!

Jack lived for the thumping bass vibrating through the floorboards. He would give anything for the rush of a few too many drinks in his system and pretty girls dancing nonstop. His second year of college and he was living the high life. Drinking cheap beer out of plastic cups in the basement of a semi-abandoned house. The high life.

“Hey!” He called, catching the attention of his roommate, Davey. “You’re not leavin’, are ya’?”

Davey sighed, turning and sitting down in a plastic chair next to Jack.

“What’s it to you?” He grumbled, downing a sip of his drink. “You don’t have to leave with me.”

Jack looked around the room, trying to find any familiar faces in the sea of drunk barely-adults.

“You really hate this?” Davey shrugged.

“It’s a Thursday, Jack. I have three classes tomorrow,” he sighed. “I can’t just relax and go out whenever I want.”

Jack ran a hand through his hair, reaching over to the coffee table to grab a shitty pen and a cocktail napkin. He propped the napkin on his knee and started sketching.

“Davey,” He spoke in a tone that mimicked that of a slightly-condescending teacher. Davey did not seem fond of this, but he rolled his eyes fondly. “I’m gonna’ tell you something that’s gonna’ save you from being a grumpy old man my the time you graduate.

Davey snorted and pulled out a wad of headphones from his pocket.

“You need to have fun. Look, your sister is the epitome of fun,” he started, pointing at Sarah who was challenging one of the sorority girls to chugging an entire bottle of wine. “Whether it’s your family or your double major, or whatever, you don’t want these last three years to be the worst of your life, Dave. Trust me, letting loose every once in a while seriously helps when you need to double down and focus in a day or two. Like, if I know I have a party to go to at the end of the week, I know I have less than five days to get my shit done so I can have fun.

Davey stopped trying to untangle the pile of white wires.

“If it’s not your thing, it’s not your thing. You can go home, I’ll give you my keys and you can go, but maybe think about it?” And Davey nodded. He shoved his headphone jack into his phone and, as Jack took that as his decision to mope around for the rest of the night, he hung his head over his bottle, holding it and swishing the beer around inside.

“Here,” Davey spoke up, Jack looking to the side to see him holding out a single earbud, the other in the former’s ear already.

Jack chuckled, setting his drink down on the coffee table.

“No, no, no,” he smirked. “You stay right there. We’re gonna’ do this right.” He dashed off, dodging through the crowd to get to Albert at the bar. He returned a few seconds later with two red cups of sloshing liquid, one of which he handed to Davey. “I couldn’t even begin to tell you what’s in this, so drink fast and try not to think about it.”

Jack plopped himself down on the sofa and graciously accepted Davey’s opposite earbud, chuckling softly at the high-tempo classical music.

“If you’re gonna’ hang out with me, Jackie, you have to deal with my version of hype music,” Davey mumbled, just loud enough for Jack to hear from beside him.

“That I can handle,” Jack smiled, tossing back another sip of his drink and sinking back into the sofa, letting the music drown out the rest of the party.

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“So you’re a freshman?” Sarah asked, trying to claim the attention of the redhead girl looking very confused by all of the drinks.

“Huh?” Her hair bounced as she whipped her head around. “Oh! Yeah, I am.”

“Cool, cool,” Sarah continued, climbing on top of the makeshift bar counter, sitting across the table from the girl. “I’m a sophomore, but it’s my brother and I’s first year here. We transferred in from out of state. University of Chicago, specifically.”

The girl smiled, her hands in her pockets.

“Do you, um, maybe have any recommendations? Sorry, I’ve just only really ever had the stuff my father used to buy, so I’m not really used to all this, um, cheap beer and stuff,” She rambled, immediately covering her mouth with her hand, a horrified look in her eyes. “Oh my god, that’s horrible, I totally don’t mean it like that! I just meant, you know, my father was really picky about alcohol and stuff! I just, kinda, took whatever he had in the house, and I-”

“It’s cool,” Sarah interrupted, flashing the girl a smile and a laugh. “Trust me, we all know we’re cheap. What’s your name, princess?”

“Oh, god,” she groaned, a laugh in her voice as she buried her face in her hands. “That’s gonna’ stick around for a while isn’t it?”

“At least until I get your real name, that is,” Sarah chirped, reaching under the bar to grab two bottles of their cheapest wine. “Until then, I propose a toast.” She popped the corks one by one.

“And what exactly are we toasting?” The redhead asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I don’t know,” Sarah started, her drunk brain clearly trying to come up with something. “How ‘bout we toast to your rich dad and his fancy liquor that I really hope gave you a high tolerance.”

The girl laughed, but shrugged, grabbing a bottle.

“Keep up then, princey,” she teased, immediately tipping back the bottle and chugging as much as she could. She kept both eyes open, never making a face as she stared down her opponent.

Sarah immediately pulled out her phone and took pictures, laughing as she watched the girl drain the last few drops of the bottle and immediately toss it behind the bar. Surprisingly or not, it didn’t break and merely bounced behind some empty boxes.

“Eh, it’s drugstore wine. The bottle’s probably plastic,” Sarah joked, earning a laugh from her new friend.

“Oh come on, stop stalling,” she teased, egging Sarah on.

“Fine,” the latter smirked, sweeping her ponytail off her shoulder. “Watch this.”

She, much like Katherine, tipped the bottle into her mouth, but instead held it between her teeth and chugged the whole thing with no hands. The moment she finished, she puffed the bottle out of her mouth and onto the floor, both girls laughing hilariously.

“Katherine,” the redhead spoke up once she composed herself slightly, jutting out her hand for Sarah to shake.

The latter stared at it for a second before grabbing it gently and bowing slightly to bring it to her lips and kiss across the girl’s knuckles. “Sarah,” she spoke, sending chills up the other’s arm.

Sarah Jacobs would be the first to admit she’d had more than platonic feelings for girls before, but Katherine? Yeah, this was very new and she couldn’t deny she kind-of liked it.

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“Who was that guy you were with earlier?” Albert whipped his head around to see one of his frat brothers, Austin, nudging him with his elbow. Albert dug through his memories of the night so far, only coming up with one person his friend wouldn’t know.

“Race? Kinda lanky, blond, not exactly talkative?” He suggested.

“Yeah, where’d he come from?” Austin asked, pulling off his cap for a second and repositioning his shaggy brown hair.

Albert tossed his friend another beer bottle while they talked, the other catching it with ease. They were both there with baseball scholarships, after all.

“You know Spot, right?” Austin nodded, popping the cap of the bottle. “Yeah, they’re friends I guess. I don’t really know why he came. Why, do you know ‘im?”

Austin took a second before he sighed, stepping back behind the bar next to Albert and away from the crowd around him.

“You think he’s gay?” Austin asked, his voice barely audible.

Albert was a bit taken aback, but he shrugged anyway. “I mean, just from tonight, I’d guess he’s all over Conlon for a reason, but I guess I don’t really know. Why, is that a problem or somethin’?” He couldn’t help getting a bit defensive.

“Nah, definitely not,” Austin started vaguely. “Think he’d say yes if I asked ‘im out?”

Now that was not what Albert was expecting.

“Y-you want to...oh, I mean, I don’t really know him, but like, yeah? Go for it, I guess,” Albert rambled awkwardly.

Austin chuckled, clapping Albert on the shoulder.

“We’re cool, right dude?” He asked, only a slight nervous quiver in his voice.

“Yeah, ‘course,” Albert smiled, clinking their bottles together. “Go get ‘em, tiger.”

Austin smiled, a slight blush on his cheeks before he ducked out, looking for a particular blond in the sea of people.

[hamilficsfordays]

Tease You (Janthony)

Prompt:  Jasmine x Anthony Fluffy Smut where Jasmine sexts Anthony while he's at work and she's in England with her family. When she comes back from England they..ya know lol

Author’s Note: Say it with me folks, “I sure hope Anthony and Jasmine never find this!” This was pretty easy to write though because not only do I think they’re an insanely cute couple, but I find them both outrageously attractive.

Pairing: Jasmine-Cephas Jones/Anthony Ramos

Summary: Jasmine is visiting her family overseas in London while Anthony is back in New York, still working on Hamilton. Feeling especially provocative one night, she sends a few sexts right before he’s about to go onstage. Physical discomfort ensues.

Rating: M for lots and lots of smut.

Warnings: Seriously, it’s all smut. I would warn anyone under 18 not to read, but I read shit like this all the time as a teenager so... I can’t tell you what to do.

Words: 1349

Askbox / Masterlist / What I Write

It was after midnight in London, but Jasmine was far from tired.

If any of her relatives had asked, she would say that she was still mentally on New York time and wasn’t tired.

That was half true.

Thousands of miles away and five hours behind, Anthony was about to take the stage in Hamilton. It was yet another show without his girlfriend, who was overseas visiting her family.

They had a tradition of talking before every show, a tradition that would not be limited by distance or time zones.

Pulling out his phone just a few minutes before places, he typed a quick text and sent it to her.

[U up?]

Jasmine was expecting the text as per their usual routine, with a something a little more exciting in mind.

[Yeah, can I get your opinion on something?]

[Sure.]

[Does this bra look good on me?]

Attached to the text was a selfie of her taken from above. She was on her knees, her bra barely visible as it was so low-cut. She had a playful smile, knowing exactly what he would think.

[Damn what bra?]

Anthony could feel excitement building below his waist, but tried to suppress the feeling knowing he was minutes from going onstage.

Before he could completely compose himself, Jasmine sent another text.

[What about these panties? Do they make my butt look big?]

Another photo, this one showing the bow on the back of her bright red underwear, hardly leaving much to the imagination.

“Oh shiiiit,” he said out loud.

“Hey, I got your mic.” Their leading sound tech stepped into his dressing room alongside their hair stylist.

“Oh yeah, one sec.” He typed another quick response.

[in like the best way possible, yeah]

He sat still, waiting for his mic to be put into place inside his ponytail when he saw his phone vibrate on the table, signaling two new texts. He waited until he was alone again to read it.

[It’s too bad you’re not here right now.]

[Just thinking of what I would do to you if you were here is getting me so wet.]

The excitement was back, even stronger this time.

[Jas holy shit i’m about to go on this is torture]

[Sorry, am I making you uncomfortable? I hope it’s okay that I’m thinking about you while I’m touching myself]

“Oh my god.” he said aloud, considering a reasonable response.

[Such a tease… you’re killing me.]

[You know how I love to tease you]

A winking emoji followed, taunting him as his pants became noticeably tighter.

There was a call for places over the speaker in his dressing room, the other actors beginning heading out.

He would never take his phone onstage, which meant leaving it behind in his dressing room until he died before the end of the first act.

[I have to go on now]

[I’ve got a surprise waiting for you when you get back.]

Anthony left the phone on the table and headed to places, focusing on deep breathing to try and calm his growing erection.

His distress was clearly visible as he passed by Lin on his way to his designated starting point.

“You okay, man?” he asked, concerned.

“What? Me? No, I’m great. Best day ever. Let’s do this.” He rushed off, heading to places.

-

The entire first act was uncomfortable. He had managed to tuck the growing issue into the waistband of his costume, though the bulge itself was still slightly visible.

By the time he had reached the end of the first act, his death scene which usually always left him emotional, was rather relieving.

He made a beeline for his dressing room, unable to type as fast as his sex drive desired.

[Alright Laurens is dead. You mentioned a surprise?]

[Ready?]

She sent another photo, this time of her, completely nude with a teasing smile.

He was stunned silent.

[god damn]

[Jas I want you so bad rn]

Before he could even process the photo, she’d sent another.

[Hope you’re ready for act two.]

A different position, but the same smile.

[can’t say no to this]

He adjusted his costume, trying to make room for his growing discomfort.

[oh shit]

[I’m so hard]

[please tell me you’re on a plane home right now]

Something about the idea of him sexually frustrated without her seemed to please Jasmine.

[nope. See you next week.]

He groaned out loud, forcing himself to calm down by the end of intermission. Second act was even worse, as he couldn’t get the photos of her out of his head.

By the end of the show, he was desperate to get home. He skipped signing autographs at the stage door, taking a train straight home to Brooklyn. Once he got through the door, he couldn’t unzip his pants fast enough, jerking off quickly; a much needed release.

He missed Jasmine. That was hard to deny.

Six days went by. It was the day before Jasmine came home and Anthony was in his apartment, lounging in his couch on a night off still fixated on her photos.

There’s a knock at the door, grabbing his attention. Curious, he answers it to find Jasmine behind it, home a day early.

“Jas, you’re back early!” He pulled her inside, closing the door behind her before they kissed.

“I couldn’t wait to see you.” she explained, kissing him again. “You wouldn’t happen to be doing anything important right now, are you?”

“Uh,” he glanced behind him at the couch. “I was just checking out those pictures you sent me.”

“Good.” She smiled, pushing him back towards the couch. “How about now you check out the real thing?”

Straddling his lap, she slowly pulled her top off, tossing it aside.

Leaning in to kiss. Jasmine ran her fingers through his hair, pulling out his hair tie.

Their lips met, hungry, passionate. She could already feel him reaching for the clasp of her  bra, slowly pulling it off.

Their kiss broke only for a moment as Anthony pulled his own shirt off.

She could already feel him attempting to pull down her leggings, his hand reaching into the front of her panties. He knew just what to do to get her excited, Jasmine confirming just that as she moaned against him.

She stood up then, quickly pulling her leggings off the rest of the way, her panties following right after. He was quick to remove his own pants, revealing himself, standing tall.

She straddled him again, taking hold of him as their lips reattached. Carefully, she positioned herself over him. They both gasped as she guided him inside, adjusting until they were both comfortable.

Anthony spent a lot of his free time working out, making it easy for him to keep up with her thrusts, moving up to meet her each time. They kept a slow pace, Jasmine breathing heavy as they pushed on.

“Oh fuck,” she managed between breaths. His thumb had found her clit, pushing her even further.

Her nails were digging into his back as she held on, begging for release.

“I bet this is better than the photos.” she whispered in his ear.

“I can’t make you cum in those photos.” With that he thrusted harder, sending her over the edge.

She screamed, dragging her nails along his back. Her whole body shuddered as she came, burying her head in his neck.

Feeling her tighten around him sent Anthony over the edge as well, groaning as he exploded inside of her; a long-awaited release.

They were sweaty, out of breath, a mess. Still, they cuddled on the couch even after it was over.

“Maybe I should go away more often if it’s gonna be this good when I get back.” she teased.

“Nah, you’re never allowed to go on vacation again.” he joked, kissing her. “I missed you way too much.”

“I can’t tease you as well from here.” she pointed out.”

“You can, I just don’t have to wait a week to do something about it.”

Jasmine smiled, wrapped in his arms. That seemed fair.