#jam talkin tag

[hertwood]

oh i forgot i had a childlike joy moment at work bc someone left a rubix cube at work and it took me a bit longer but i got there eventually! i need 2 buy one

[yumeaoka-chan]

Accusations! False accusations!

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Reader/ Spider Punk x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Tags: fluff, confused Hobie, offended Hobie, loser! Hobie, lovesick hobie, confused Miles, confused R (everyone's confused, but it's okay), title from that Rick Ross meme, R is AFAB, no physical description of R, cursing, sparse use of y/n (just once)

Summary: Hobie learns he has a whole reputation that he doesn't even recall gaining. 

A/N: A little drabble based off the ask that 😅 anon sent to @the-kr8tor . Loser! Hobie is my new religion😇💕💕

Furrowing his eyebrows and moving his cup from his lips, Hobie gazes at the younger Spider with growing concern. He scratches behind his ear, fingers fiddling with his piercings. He'd heard that wrong, right? Surely he had, because there was no way Miles had really come over for advice on girls. When the younger had asked to come over to his dimension yesterday, he'd thought that he just wanted to hang out. Maybe jam to some music while they ordered a pizza or something. Not… this.

“Stop looking at me like I'm crazy”, Miles huffs as he leans back against his chair, frowning at the confused look on the elder's face. ”I came to you for advice because you're the only one of us who's been around.”

“Wha’ are you talkin’ ‘bout? Been ‘round where?” The younger chuckles and shakes his head, as if Hobie has just told him some funny joke.

“Bro, stop playin’. I already know everything.” Hobie blinks at him, eyebrow raised in question. Or confusion. Definitely confusion. Miles narrows his eyes and waves his hand in the air.

“Come on, man. You know what I mean.” Hobie just stares at him, clearly waiting for an explanation. He has not the faintest idea about what the younger Spider is talking about.

“You know! How you've messed around with every type of girl before you settled down with Y/N! You've been around, man, so you must know how to get a girl's attention.”

“...HUH?!” Hobie's jaw drops open in shock of Miles' words, eyebrows raised so high that they practically reach his hairline. Because, why would the younger think that of him? Hobie just gapes at him in astonishment, little noises of disbelief leaving his lips as he tries to come to terms with the conception of him that Miles has in his head.

“Um… You alright, man? Hello…?”, Miles mumbles as he waves a hand across the punk's stunned face. Shaking his head, Hobie places his hands on his chest as though he'd been offended.

“W-Why would you think that?! Who told you that”, he questions, voice cracking and growing a bit higher in pitch with how flabbergasted he was. Miles blinks at the man before letting out an awkward chuckle, raising up a hand in a placating manner.

“What's with the surprised look? Everyone at the Society says you used to be a player.”

“I was not! ‘M very much a mess! I have no game!” And it's the truth. Hobie has always been unsuccessful in romance ever since he first discovered that he could have romantic feelings for others, way back in secondary school when he was a year eight. Any time he did harbor feelings for someone, he'd always become a stuttering mess who could only talk to his crush in the form of song lyrics. Not even good songs, at that. It's safe to say that he was the weird kid that absolutely nobody wanted to have him have a crush on them. As if him having a crush meant he was giving them cooties. Kids could be so mean.

“If you have no game, then how did you bag your girlfriend?” Miles asks curiously, munching on his fries while he watches Hobie nervously fiddle with the ring on his finger. It matched the one that you wore, silver glinting in the light. Hobie scoffs and shakes his head.

“Beats me. ‘M just a sad sod who told her fun facts about her favorite singer when we first met. I guess she liked how I was sweatin’ bullets or somethin’, cause ‘ere I am.” That makes the younger of the two pause, eyebrows twisting up and eyes squinting slightly like he can't believe what he just heard. Which Hobie finds odd because it's nothing but the truth.

The day you two met, Hobie had bumped into you on the street. It wasn't his first time seeing you walk down this particular street, but it had been his first time ever accidently making you fall on your ass with your Walkman clattering onto the pavement. The cassette tape had fell out and when Hobie went to help you up and pick up your stuff, he'd seen the artist you were listening to. And, of course, with him being the music loving nerd he was, he couldn't help the facts from spilling from his trembling lips. Sweat beading at his forehead and warmth rushing to the tips of his ears at the sweet smile you'd bestowed him with. And when you slipped your number into his clammy palm, he'd swore his knees went weak. He had very much been and still was a goner when it came to you.

“So… What you're telling me is that you have absolutely zero advice for getting a girl's attention?”

“None whatsoever. Can't believe some bloke actually thought I get girls… Lovie's the only one f'me.”

The sound of the door to the houseboat opening makes him whip his head over, heart beating wildly in his chest at the sight of you. With a sigh, you place your grocery bags down on the counter before letting out a small yelp at suddenly being pulled into a tight embrace. A chuckle leaves your lips as you pat Hobie's back, warmth blossoming in your chest as he rains kisses on your face.

“I was only gone for a little bit, Hobes. Are you that happy to see me?” You hum as you lean back to peer up at him, melting at the adoration shining in his pretty brown eyes. He gives you that dopey, lopsided grin that you love so much before brushing his lips against yours in a featherlight kiss.

“Course I am. ‘M always happy to see you, lovie”, he mumbles softly against your lips, ears flushing just a bit. Always so whipped for you and only you. You smile as you lean in to kiss him again, only to break away at the sound of Miles chuckling. You raise an eyebrow at him as you peer over Hobie's shoulder, not expecting the young Spider to be here.

“Hey, Miles. How have you been?” You greet him as you pull away from your boyfriend's embrace, the punk pouting at the lack of attention. He wraps his arms around you from behind and rests his chin on your shoulder.

“I've been doing good. Just came over to talk a bit with Hobie”, the younger says as he gets up from his chair, a hint of mirth in his eyes as he looks on at how Hobie clings to you. “The rumors really were wrong, then.”

“Rumors? What rumors?” You turn your head to look at Hobie for an explanation, but he just shakes his head.

“Stupid stuff, sweetheart. Don't worry ‘bout it.” Clicking your tongue at his words, you look over to Miles. The kid shrugs and stuffs his hands in his hoodie, claiming that he has to go back home to finish up some homework. After seeing Miles off, you turn to face Hobie, his arms still wrapped around you. His eyes sparkle as he gazes down at you, like you hung the very stars or was the cause of a sunny day. Placing another sweet kiss on his lips, you smile at the feeling of him practically turning to mush against you. It wasn't like you couldn't get the full story about the rumors from your boyfriend later. For now, you were content to give him all the smooches he deserved.

[toruro]

IF YOU WROTE ABOUT TAEHYUN I WOULD DIE HAPPILY 💘💘 if you don’t mind a nsfw request, messing around with academic rival Taehyun stuff maaaaybe 👀

answers

pairing. kang taehyun x reader

tags: smut (18+ / mdni), academic rivals au, mean dom taehyun, bratty reader, fwb (more like enemies who fuck but iykyk), angry / hate sex, implied dacryphilia, pet names (pretty)

w/c: 930+

a/n: i wrote a rly similar thing for joshua ages ago but i feel like it's so fitting for tyunnie too ... academic rivals is just right for him :3 ty to @agustdiv1ne my lov for reading this over 4 me hehe anyways thank u for requesting, i hope u enjoy!

taehyun likes answers.

taehyun likes knowing answers.

he likes simple responses, easy explanations—pretty much anything that gives him the answer, plain as it is.

so it's safe to say he's just the least bit ticked off when you somehow outscored him on the last o-chem exam, and neither the professor nor you are giving him a straight answer as to how in the world that happen.

because taehyun swears—he swears on every last star in the sky—that he had hit the nail for this one. studied hours on end, turned down every single one of yeonjun's party invites, cancelled half his plans with beomgyu—he did fuckin' everything to make sure he'd secure that number one spot, but there you were, grinning with your stupidly pretty, pristine face as you held up your paper with a bright red '100' etched into the corner.

you must've been so proud of yourself too.

taeyhun almost feels bad, looking down at you as you try to muffle sobs of pleasure with your palm as he rams into you from behind.

"how'd you do it?" he hisses, bruising grip latched onto the plush of your hips.

"d-dunno what—fuck—" you whine when he jams his cock into your warm cunt with vigor that has you lurching ageainst the desk, gripping the edges so tight your knuckles are beginning to burn white. "—dunno what you're t-talkin' about," you manage to gasp out in the short moment of recuperation taehyun gives you before dragging his hips back and shoving his length back in just as deep.

"fuckin' liar," the faux, silver haired boy grunts from behind. a strangled moan escapes your throat as he continues to drill into you, and you press your cheek against the cool wood of the desk in fruitless hopes that it will keep you sane for just a moment longer.

"t-taehy—"

"save it," he growls, and the way his voice is so gravely, so deeply animalistic has you unconsciously thrusting your ass backwards too to meet his forceful thrusts. "can't even gim'me a—" his breath hitches when he feels your sopping cunt tighten around his length. "—a straight fucking answer."

you try to shake your head but with the way your body is throttling after ever snap of his cock into your cunt, the task proves extremely difficult. "feels so-oh good," you tell him in airy breaths. "c-can't—" you can't think, is what you want to say, but you're too fucked out to even be able to form coherent words, and the thought makes you grow dizzy with heat.

taehyun moans at the sight that follows—you looking up from him as you crane your neck to face him, back arched into the hottest fuckin' view he's ever had the pleasure of seeing, tears streaming down your pretty face, staining your cute cheeks, dripping off your swollen lips and—fuck, he might as well bust it on the spot if he wasn't so damn furious.

"feels too good, huh?" taehyun scoffs. "too good to tell me how you outscored me?"

"i-i—" you choke out when he rams into you so hard the sound of skin slapping against skin rings in your ears. "—told you i dunno. it's j-just i did better," you choose to add, not realizing that those five words were probably the last things you should have said.

taehyun pulls out of you in an instant.

it happens so fast that you swear you can still sense the lingering feeling of his fat cock inside of you, all pretty curves and veins carving their shape into your hot, gummy walls.

and then it hits you.

you're painfully empty.

"sh-shit!" you whimper, scrambling against the desk with jelly legs and sore hips as you mindlessly try to do anything that'll fill you up. it nearly angers you how quickly you resort to begging. "no, no, no, no—please, no! why'd you stop?!" you cry out, turning to face him him completely now. your ass now presses into the side of the table with taehyun looming over you in front, eyes dark and jaw clenched.

your eyebrows curve into a frown, puffy bottom lip jutted out in a pout as taehyun watches you intensely as you mewl softly, pushing yourself to sit on your desk and spread you legs for him. "taehyun, i—"

"so now you wanna talk?" he scoffs, surprising you by grabbing your thighs and yanking you closer to the end of the desk so that your dripping cunt are positions right in front of his shining cock. "tell me," he mutters, sliding the thick tip between your pulsing folds but not giving you what you want the most.

"please, taehyun, please," you repeat, writhing against his hold in a dreadful attempt at slipping his cock into you.

"you gotta tell me, pretty," taehyun whispers, nudging his length against your throbbing clit so that you jerk slightly at the stimulation.

"already told you," you huff out, having half the mind to roll your eyes at him, but something tells you you know better. "dunno—guess i just—"

you shriek loudly when he sinks into you at once, balls pressed against your ass as he leans over you and pins you to the desk. "say it," taehyun dares, pressing his lips to the shell of your ear as you close your eyes and revel in the feeling of him so deep inside of you. "say it and you won't walk for a week."

you don't know what possesses you to gulp and murmur, "—guess i j-just outsmarted you—ah! taehyun!"

[bigbawdy-benzz]

SUPER SHY 3/3

Pairing: Miles 42! X Black Shy Plussize Fem Reader!

Warnings: A little angsty, Rusty spanish

Tags: @aaliyahwalkshere @missmyluv @slutforneteyam @alex110370000 @decapitatedyoshi @gemma42 @mama-2001 @mxa13xx

Summary: First Date with Miles…lets see how this goes will it be a success or will it not go so well stay tuned to find out.You also meet Miles's mother

A/N: The end to the Super Shy series, this was a lot of fun to write and I'm happy all of you enjoyed the first two so I hope you guys enjoy this one!!, also I apologize if it's long I really got into it, Miles is 17 he has a whipski, I was jamming while writing this, that is why so many songs are in the listed. Request me some new suggestions for anyone in astv, This is the end of my Rambling ENJOY my luvs!! pt.1 pt.2

You were shocked at what Miles just said to you, you didn’t expect him to be direct about wanting to take you out. You were in your head speechless, not sure what to say. Miles broke the silence.

“Give me your number, I don’t like that dm shit and you don't deserve to be dmed date information”. He explained

“My number is (XXX-XXX-XXXX)” You say looking at your phone. 

“Okay imma text you when I get home” Miles announced.

“Actually text me when you’ve made it home it's unsafe out here” You reply, receiving a smile from Miles.

“I will mamita” He says before walking off, you enter your apartment thinking about everything that just happened between you and Miles. You notice your mom looking at you as soon as you come in.

“Hmm..you seem happier than usual”. Your Mom exclaimed

“Yeah I'm going on a date tomorrow with Miles!” You blurt out smiling hard.

“TELL ME EVERYTHING” Your mom shouts, sprinting to the couch, motioning you to come over to spill the beans about everything that went down. 

***

Miles makes it home immediately apologizing to his Mom before she shouts at him.

“Lo siento, llego tarde sin enviarte un mensaje de texto mami(Sorry, I'm late without texting you mommy), I was walking a girl home.” Miles apologized, after he apologized he saved your number as ‘mamita 😩🫶🏽’texting you that he was home.

“The girl you've been talkin my ear off about?” Uncle Aaron asks, Mrs. Morales looks at Uncle Aaron confused on what she was hearing”.

“¿A mi hijo le gusta una niña?(Does my son like a girl)?” Mrs. Morales asks,surprised. Miles looked at them, sucking his cheeks in to hide that he was about to smile.

“Yes, it is the girl I've been talking your ear off about, I would be lying if I said I didn’t like her and her name is Y/N”. Miles announced looking at Uncle Aaron and his Mother, it was quiet for two seconds. 

Mrs. Morales and Uncle Aaron stare at each other “TELL US EVERYTHING”. They shout startling Miles.

“Okay Okay, at the start of the walk it was very quiet for 5 minutes because she's shy, I didn't want to bombarded her with question so I used my context clues, I noticed she was listening to music so I asked her what she was listening to, she told me I told her to play it out loud so we both can listen to it. I started singing the song mad loud so she can feel a little more comfortable. She started singing which made me smile because she felt comfortable singing wit me, I started dancing because why not. After that, we started talking about music then it got you know…” Miles stopped talking 

“Vamos hijo cuéntanos(come on son tell us),It got you know what?!” Mrs. Morales exclaimed

“ItgotkindaflirtyfromtherebasicallyshegotshyonmeandIdecidedtodothatmovewhereyouputyourfingerundertheirchintomakethemlookatyouandiaskedherificantakeherouttmomorowbecauseIwassocaughtupinthemoment”. Miles rambled, smiling awkwardly at Uncle Aaron and Mrs.Morales wondering if he did the right thing. They both look at eachother nodding their heads.

Aaron está creciendo con nosotros(Aaron he's growing up on us), this is so exciting my son is so good with girls”. Mrs.Morales says giving Miles the biggest bear hug.

“Ayyyy mami” Miles says, chuckling awkwardly looking at Uncle Aaron waiting for his comment.

“You got play little man me and your mother taught you well”. Uncle Aaron says giving Miles a high five”

“Wait, where are you going to take her?” Mrs. Morales asks looking down at her son

“To be honest I had the plan to take her to a record store then an arcade because she likes music and arcades are always fun”. Miles states looking up at his mom.

“You really took some time to think about this”. Mrs. Morales says proud of her son.

“What you know about record stores Miles?” Uncle Aaron asks.

“The amount of old Black movies I've watched with you Uncle Aaron and it's always a romantic space”. Miles explained shrugging his shoulders. Uncle Aaron nodded his head proud.

“Yeah I got high hopes for you kid” Uncle Aaron states.

“eres tan perfecto que sabes que(you’re so perfect you know that?). You better treat her right Miles”. Mrs. Morales states

“Hes fine Rio he got this right?”. Uncle Aaron asks reassuring Mrs. Morales

“Of course I do Uncle Aaron, and of course I will mami she deserves it” Miles says fist bumping his Uncle.

“Whipped” Uncle Aaron says chuckling, Miles rolled his eyes chuckling.

“Mami, can she also come over tomorrow just in case?” Miles asks, she was shocked for a second.

“Yes she can just leave the door open hijo, but I'm gonna go to bed to get a few hours in before my shift” she says Kissing Miles' forehead.

“buenas noches mami” Miles says.

“Beuenas noches, mi amor, and Goodnight Aaron”. Mrs Morales replies.

“Goodnight Rio” Uncle Aaron says waving at Rio, While Miles was on his phone texting You the details.

‘be ready at 6:30 that's when Imma come pick you up ma?’ 

‘okay, is it any dress code?’

‘nah ma dress to impress or wear what you feel like fits you gon look good either way’

‘boy stop 🙄’

‘What i’m telling the truth hermosa 🤷🏽’

‘I also asked my mom if you can come over tmr after our date’ 

‘so we boutta go out then have a sleepover i'm down with that 👏🏾’ 

‘Good’

‘but i’m boutta go to bed goodnight Miles 🫶🏾’

‘Buenas noches mami 🫶🏽’ 

***

The next day at school was light, you and Miles walked to every class with each other and your friends. The one class he didn’t walk you to, you and  your friends were gossiping about him.

“Girl what happened during that walk yall real locked in” Aaliyah says crossing her fingers.

“Man he asked me on a whole ass date in the most like omg way I wanted to kiss his fine ass”. You say rolling your eyes.

“Damn it was that good?” Ocean asks

“Yeah he made me really comfortable, because it was quiet for a bit. I played my music out loud and he started singing. I joined him, and we spoke about music. I got shy because he said he liked my smile in SPANISH and then he asked me out. You explained.

“Nah yeah thats your man” Aaliyah stated entering the gym seeing Miles with his homeboys playing ball, you guys sit on the bleachers watching.

“Ugh I don't want to go to Biology” You scoff

“Then don’t go, stay in the gym”. Aaliyah says shrugging, you were watching the basketball game noticing Miles coming over.

“Oh shit your man coming”. Ocean states the obvious

“Hola Mami, shouldn't you be in class?” He asked 

“Why you clocking me?” You say jerking your head back, he chuckled at what you said, surprised.

“Since when you skipped class?I'm just making sure my girl don’t get detention”. He explains, you scrunch your nose trying not to smile.

“I'm your girl now?” You ask

“You will be soon,” He says, smirking , getting close to your frame.

“Actually I'm gonna skip with you, give me 5 minutes to finish bussin they ass then we can slide mami”. He states giving you a smile, you nod your head watching him bounce the ball running back to the court. You were kinda winded. He made you shyer than what you already were.

“I know its purring down there” Ocean laughs 

“Nah wrd you flustered as hell”. Aaliyah adds

“Oh shut up” You say falling deeper for him, the way the compression shirt accentuated his body did something to you, the way he towered over you made you weak, his brown skin glistened whenever you saw him.

“She's in a trance yall seein this' ' Ocean looks at the fake cameras.

“Okay but we're gonna go to class to give you and your man some space” Aaliyah states, collecting her things while Ocean waves at you before they leave. You believe they were psychics because Miles jogged back over to you.

“You wanna shoot around?”. He asks

“Uhh I don’t really do basketball, I'm just a girl”. You say tilting your head .

“I'll teach you”. Miles says, spinning the ball on his finger, you roll your eyes.

“Okay show off!” You say chuckling, walking to the court. Miles stood behind you positioning your hands, under his shooting the ball making it in the hoop.

“See now, try by yourself”. He says holding your waist sending a shiver down your spine. You smile to yourself shooting the ball making it in the hoop.

“Okayyyy mamita I see you lets a play a game called horse the first person to spell horse basically by missing five shots loses” He says bouncing the ball

“Bet what's in this for the winner?” You ask with a smirk

“I don’t know you tell me” He smirks right back at you 

“Maybe a lil cheek kiss” You say being bold, Miles looks at you amused.

“Im jacken that (meaning he can get down with that). He says making a score.

“Your turn ma” He says passing you the ball, you roll your eyes dribbling the ball shooting it in the hoop scoring. This went on for 20 minutes, you only missed 4 times while Miles missed 3. You score another basket feeling yourself.

“Nothin but net baby!” You say flipping your hair snapping in his face.

“You mad cute” He says shooting making it in again, you shoot  making it. Miles misses his next shot.

“One more miss shot and you lose!!” You say making your shot, Miles mocked you shooting and missing.

“WHAT THAT SPELL H-O-R-S-E YOU LOSE!!” You shout proud of yourself.

“Sus inicios suerte,(It's beginner's luck), it's ok because you’re adorable lemme give you that cheek kiss mama”. Miles says grinning.

“Not if you can’t catch me”. You say running off, Miles groans chasing after you laughing your ass off. You look behind, seeing him catch up to you.

“Damn you run fast!”. You shout

“Duh I play basketball” Miles says sarcastically rolling his eyes, he catches up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist swaying you back and forth, kissing your cheek. The both of you stayed there catching your breaths. You smile to yourself, loving this moment until Miles starts tickling your sides.

“MILES STOP” You shout, laughing. Miles laughs with you because your laugh is really contagious. Laughter filled up the gyms absence of other students besides you two catching the gym teacher's attention from outside the gym

“Shouldn’t you two be in class, especially you Morales. We don’t want you getting detention when you have to be at practice later” The gym teacher spat.

“Yeah Morales” You say mockingly looking at Miles.

“Oh your not off the hook either Ms.Y/L/N” The gym teacher adds

“Yeah Ms.Y/L/N but we’re in study hall block we just don’t have any work to work on so we came to play some ball Coach Edwards” Miles explains.

“Okay just get back to the main class rooms before another teacher catches you before letting you off the hook lovebirds I was a teenager once two’. Mr. Edwards states leaving you two alone.

“He's right, let's go to the art room, it's always empty there right about this time” You state while getting your stuff.

“Aight lemme just throw this ugly ass uniform in my bag” He says getting his stuff together, you two walk to the art room being as quiet as possible not wanting to be caught. You guys sat down talking about nothing sharing headphones, that's your thing now, you learned Miles had a hobby of drawing from time to time.

“You wanna know something” You ask him

“What's up ma” He answers, giving you all of his attention.

“I would never think me and you would be talking”. You say shyly

“Why?” He says concerned.

“Because I would never think you would notice me because of the girls that constantly throw themselves at you  and the friends you have.” You explain

“Those girls don’t do it for me, they want attention so bad that they do anything to get it but you, you had my eye since day one. I just don’t understand why you're so shy, you have all rights to be outgoing, there is nothing wrong with you. I'm not saying there is” He responds. You go immediately quiet after his statement.

“What’s wrong mamita?” Miles asks, you didn’t answer him, you sat there in silence. 

“Está bien mamita, te escucharé(It 's okay mamita i’ll listen to you)” He says sincerely, you felt  comfortable enough to tell him what’s wrong. 

“I don’t like when people say there’s nothing wrong with me when they notice i’m shy or know i’m shy like, ok yeah im pretty but me being pretty doesn’t mean I have to be the loudest person in the room. it bothers me because maybe I don’t want to be popular having all the  attention for my looks and not for the person I am, then having boys only want you because of your status and the way your body looks, and not having them really like you, and everytime I find myself distancing myself away or pushing others away because  they fail to realize im human as well because i'm shy, Im- Im sorry miles. You rambled, Miles looked at you feeling horrible about what he said. 

“Mírame mamá déjame decirte algo,(look at me mama let me tell you something) I'm not one of those people who obviously don ‘t see you for who you are. I see you for Y/N, from the shyness, from the fire ass shoe game you got, from the giggles I hear when your with your friends, from when you’re quiet in class smiling to yourself listening to music, The Y/N that isn’t just a body, the Y/N that likes music, the Y/N that has a great time singing songs at the top of her lungs. Yeah I only walked you home, played horse with you, and only maybe started at you in class in the hallways but I saw so much personality in the little things. You will never have to distance yourself from me. I'm here to make you feel comfortable. You’re a beautiful soul to me” Miles stated looking at you. 

You felt loved and seen, looking at Miles' beautiful brown eyes as the sun gleamed on his skin just right as you were sitting next to a window, you felt speechless, you tried to talk but nothing came out. Miles smiled at you wanting to risk it all. You two were interrupted by the bell signaling it was time to go home. 

You met up with your friends smiling like an idiot. They look at you, then at Miles, then at each other. They wanted to know everything.

“Okay mami I can't walk you home due to practice but imma see you later” Miles says giving you a hug before walking to the gym.

“You have to tell us everything!” Aaliyah exclaimed.

***

You and your friends were at your house playing music helping you get ready for your date with Miles. You were in the shower while they were in your room suggesting things you should wear.

“I personally think you should wear a skirt boo show that bawdy baby” Ocean suggests 

“No I agree it's like 90 degrees” Aaliyah agrees

“I MEAN YEAH I'LL WEAR A SKIRT” You say shouting from the bathroom.

“But it's up to your comfortability” Aaliyah states.

“No i'm okay with a skirt it's hot as hell” You say coming out of the bathroom picking out your outfit.

“Okayyy i'm happy you showing your bawdy it's too hot for the baggy jean Y/N” Ocean says 

“Yeah we don’t want you suffocating” Aaliyah adds

“YOO ITS 6:00 HURRY UP” Ocean shouts, startling you.

“Damn okay” You say chuckling, getting dressed and admiring yourself. You’ve never worn a skirt in a long time, the last time you did you felt uncomfortable but around Miles he made you feel so comfortable to do anything or wear anything around him. You take a deep breath before doing a 360 for your friends. The finished look with your hair done, fit, and shoes(Or you can keep the mary jeans like in the picture).

“Girl when did you get your belly pierced”. Aaliyah asked 

“I got it done during the winter” You reply

“YOU NEVER TOLD US??” Ocean shouts.

“Nah I thought y'all would see it someday” You shrug 

“No but you look good as fuck” Aaliyah exclaims 

“AHHH thank you what time is it” You ask

“You really do. I love this moment for you. I'm really happy for you and it's 6:45” Ocean replies.

“Thank you guys!!” You say holding your arms open. They get up giving you a big bear hug,

“I'm happy for you baby”. Aaliyah says, While you and your friends were having a moment, your Mom heard a knock at the door answering it. She saw Miles with 2 bouquet’s of flowers in his hand.

“Hi Ms.Y/M/L/N Im Miles, these are for you and is Y/N ready?”  her gaze softens at Miles handing her the flowers still holding one for you.

“Yes she is, I'll call her Y/N MILES IS HERE FOR YOU”. Your mom shouts. You and Your friends' eyes widen shuffling to get out of your room. They walk out of your room first to give you the floor, you walk down the stairs like the bad bitch you’re. Your friends snap as you walk down  the stairs and your mom is looking at you with the biggest smile on your face. Was Miles shy fuck yes was he going to tell you that hell no. He saw you walk down the stairs gulping mumbling to himself. You finally come into close contact with him smelling his cologne, seeing the flowers in his hand.

“te ves hermosa mamá(you look beautiful), these flowers are for you” Miles stated looking you up and down making you shy.

“Awe thank you these are beautiful you didn’t have to Miles” You say looking at the flowers like you haven't seen them. the carnations, mixed with other flowers, the aesthetic of them were so beautiful, you weren't a flower person but he just made you into one. You put them in the vase right by the door.

“No, I definitely had to how am I supposed to take you out on our first date without a grand gesture. First times are always supposed to be special, beautiful”. Miles says tilting his head, not being able to keep his eyes off of you. You swear you could fall to your knees how he was looking at you.

“Yo-You are something else truly” You say smiling.

“Mhm and you love it ready to go?” Miles asks.

“Of course, see you guys tomorrow!!” You say while giving your mom and your friends hugs. 

“HAVE FUN, BUT NOT TOO MUCH FUN”. Your mom shoes while you're already out the door. You and Miles were in a comfortable silence walking out of your apartment to his car.

“I meant what I said when I said you look beautiful”. Miles breaks the silence making you smile.

“Thank you I could say the same about you, you smell good. I love the hair, and your outfit is gaza. Did you get it your hair done for this specific occasion?” You ask 

“Maybe maybe not, you did  wear a skirt for this occasion”. Miles replied callin your ass out.

“YEAHHH you're done” You say rolling your eyes. Miles chuckles, unlocking the car as it was in arms reach, you reach for the passenger side hearing a smack of the teeth.

“Nah you betta not this is my job now” He says opening the door for you were shocked, he closed the door walking around to the drivers side. Y'all didn't go anywhere yet and you were already smiling like an idiot.

“Thank you Miles.” You says shyly

“No problem mami that's what a man is supposed to do for their girl” Miles says starting the car pulling off, he hands you the aux. You connect your phone playing Heated by Beyonce, feeling yourself as you felt beautiful, Miles looked over a few times smiling as you were having fun

You sang along with Beyonce “Nevеr met a girl so fine like this, no, no, no, no, no With a waist that wine like this, my love”

Miles smirks at you “You right never met a girl as fine as you”. He says winking at you. You roll your eyes, chuckling, continuing to sing the song.

You start fanning yourself off as Beyonce says, body rolling enjoying yourself Miles looks over, shocked as you were letting loose.

“Get it mama!” He shouted hyping you up, you laughed looking at him.

“I know my life can get so crazy but as long as you're right here” You sing.

“None of the gossip, nothing can stop us

I wanna love you with no fears” Miles sings right after.

“Close your eyes and take my hand 'Cause what we have is something special, Baby let's just take our chance” The both of you sing together, for the rest of the car ride you and Miles were listening to music. Miles suddenly parked and you were lost in your thoughts.

“We’re here hermosa” Miles announced, looking over at you. You nod your head about to get out of the car when you notice miles was already opening the door for you.

“You’re such a gentleman” you say getting out the car, Miles locked the car and you looked ahead of you. It was a record store you always wanted to visit one, but you thought they were all gone or abandoned. Miles looked behind him, seeing you admire the front of the store with a smile plastered on his face.

“Come on hermosa it gets better inside!” Miles exclaims, holding the door for you. You enter the record store in awe, you were in awe. You saw all the vinyls that you wanted, Lana del rey, The Weekend, Sza, Drake, New Jeans, Victoria Monet, Brent faiyez etc.

“Miles, how did you know I wanted to come here?” You ask looking up at him.

“I took a hint and used my context clues music is your thing and you get very passionate talking about it so I took my chances” Miles explained

“You’re truly amazing” You say wanting to kiss him, looking up at him while he was explaining. Miles blushed a little, hiding his face.

“Omg I saw that splash of pink on your cheeks did Miles Morales just blush” You say gasping dramatically.

“Absolutely not,” Miles denies.

“If you're not blushing stop hiding that pretty face from me” You say pouting, Miles looks at you smiling.

“aight you caught me” Miles rolls his eyes.

“Awe my baby so cute” you say chuckling, realizing what you said.

“Oh I’m your baby now?” Miles asks, you got shy scratching your head.

“Yes” you blurred out without even thinking about your answer. Miles nodded his head, liking that answer.

“Hold up do a 360 f’me mama lemme see you” Miles says looking down at you, you do what he says weak in the kneeeeeees.

“I’m sorry you just look so beautiful standing in front of me” Miles states. You walk away from

him not being able to breathe, he’s making you ao

flustered it’s crazy. He laughs to himself following you, wrapping his arms around your waist. resting his chin on your head, rocking you to the song playing in the background(Loveee song by Rihanna). You smile to yourself looking through the vinyls in front of you. It was quiet for about 10 minutes before you moved to another section.

Miles followed you around the store loving every second of it. You were definitely talking his ear off but he didn’t mind, he loved your own takes on what certain albums were about and the symbolism certain songs have. He loved how you were so perfect in your little world, something so simple as explaining songs and or talking about your favorite albums made him even more attracted to you.

“I literally have to have you listen to the Renaissance album by beyoncé because she ate” You exclaimed

“I’m down for that” Miles replied, staring at you. You noticed smiling.

“what you starin at something on my shirt?” You ask.

“Nah you real pretty mama” Miles replied.

“Oh my god” You say, rolling your eyes.

“You wanna buy any of these vinyls hermosa?” Miles asks. You nod your head, speed walking to the New Jeans Super Shy album.

“Power puff girls?” He asks, tilting his head.

“No, that's just the album cover, and their aesthetic you got a lot of music to listen to my love” You say chuckling, he smiles at that name.

“You only want that one?” He asks, you nod your head. The both of you walk to the cashier, you prepare to pay but already slid the cash on the counter.

“Miles you didn’t have to” You say pouting.

“I did you out with me you don’t gotta spend your money and it was cheap you good ma” He responds walking out the store. You follow behind him.

“Wanna go to the arcade across the street?” Miles asks.

“OF COURSE I'M BOUTTA KICK YOUR ASS AT THOSE GAMES '' You shout!

“OH PLEASE” He shouted back, "you guys cross the street entering the arcade. You and Miles hit basketball first (of course athletic ass nigga),He beat you but you were delusional.

“YEAHHH I BEAT YOU” you shout prancing around.

“Nuh uh” Miles says

“Fuck you mean nuh uh the scores is right there!” you say pointing to score of 25 to 13 💀,Miles holds his laughs back letting you brag.

“okay okay mamita you beat me” Miles says walking to ski ball, you follow him with the biggest smile on his face. You and Miles play every game up in that arcade you had the upper hand on Mileses winning streak.

“See I told you i’ll kick your ass” You say, Miles had his eyes on a game with a big ass teddy bear hanging on the side of it. He was determined to win you one. He suddenly disappeared and you saw him, throwing balls at bottles. He was so focused. You stood next to him watching, he only had one more left to hit and he hit it. You clapped at his victory.

“Here you go!” The host says giving Miles a huge hello kitty plush. Miles then gave it to you, you looked at the plush in awe. You squealed, hugging it. Miles rushed to get his phone out taking a picture of you hugging the plush, It was adorable.

“awe thank you baby…” You say skipping around with the plush, Miles smiled at you witnessing you so happy thinking, ‘i'm the only one that gets to see her like this’. He snaps out of his trance.

“Mamita let’s go get some food!” He states.

“Yes I'm starvinggg” You say skipping over to him, holding his hand, Miles was shock feeling the warmth of your hand fill his. Miles looks down seeing you hold the plush so close to you. You and Miles walk around a bit to find something to eat. You two decided on Chipotle something simple.

You sat your plushie down in an empty chair right next to you, while Miles sat across from you. You were stuffing rice in your face, Miles looked at you laughing his ass off.

“Damn little lady, you can sure put it away”. He says, cackling.

“Youu soooooo funny” You muttered.

“I'm sorry that was funny as hell”. Miles states, you mock him rolling your eyes.

“I don’t even sound like that” Miles declared.

“Mhm sure…” You say laughing to yourself, you couldn’t lie miles looked cute while he was eating his food. You took your phone out taking a picture of him, He glared at you.

“What, I'm sorry you looked like a cute chipmunk!”. You exclaimed

“You’re so lucky you're cute”. Miles says finishing up his food, You and Miles cleaned up the table, taking pictures in the window. You weren’t a picture person and so wasn’t Miles but, when you two are together it's all you wanna do with Miles to keep the memories. You and Miles were wandering around Manhattan taking pictures of random things well, you were taking pictures of random things, he was taking pictures of you taking pictures of random things. You took a quick glimpse at Miles and he looked exhausted. 

“Are you tired Miles? we can go back to your house” You say examining his face. He shakes his head, giving you a tired smile.

“No no you're sleepy it's okay” You say, Grabbing his hand walking back to his car, he let you drag him back to the car, it was a new feeling that he liked. Miles unlocks the car, still making sure to open the car door for you before he gets in. You and Miles sat in, comfortable silence considering the both of you were tired, you looked at your plushie, then at your vinyl smiling to yourself. The music in the background (Heal your heart by brent faiyaz), made this moment better for the both of you. Before you knew it, You were at Miles’s house, you were nervous to be honest what if his mom was home, your thoughts were interrupted by Miles opening the door for you.

Walking to his door number he picked up on your nervousness. 

“Don’t worry hermosa she’s gonna love you”. Miles says, unlocking the house door, you take a deep breath walking in right after him. 

“Hola mami” Miles greets his mother as she is in the kitchen. Today was her day off and he was confused why she was still awake at this time.

“Hola Mrs.Morales Im-'' Before you could finish your sentence, she rushed into the living room to greet you.

“You’re the famous Y/N. It's nice to meet you, wait you speak spanish”, Mrs.Morales greeted you.

“Yes, just a little I have to brush up on some phrases”. You say, giving her a smile.

“What am I chopped liver?”. Miles says, crossing his arms.

“Lo siento hijo su saludo me tomó por sor (Sorry son her greeting took me by surprise), did my son win that bear for you” Mrs. Morales says apologizing, while asking you.

“Yes he did, he did a great job”. You say, nodding your head looking at Miles giving him a warm smile. You and Mrs.Morales sit down talking about your date, yourself, and everything you like about Miles building a bond with his mother. He watched leaning on a door frame smiling to himself.

“My two girls” He says yawning smiling to himself, heading for bed.

[supertrxshwrites]

🪰CHANGE🪰

The Girl

Paring: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!reader

Tags: Ghost Riley, Strangers to Friends, Friends to Lovers, Predator vs Prey

( The next part will be longer and also Ghosts introduction from his POV)

It was winter, the coldest one in a long time. Customers bustled in and out of the coffee shop, while online orders poured in, jamming up the printer. Hot coffee was spilled, pastries were tossed carelessly, and steamed milk burned the top of your hand as you rushed behind the counter, trying to manage a million tasks at once. This time of year was particularly stressful, with Christmas around the corner, and families came through the shop as if it had a swinging door.

“Peppermint mocha frappuccino, no whip!” you yelled, placing it on the bar on top of the receipt before quickly turning back to the printer to unjam it for what felt like the hundredth time today.

“Oi, Rabbit! Ye got cotton in yer ears?” a familiar voice boomed behind you.

You yanked the paper from the printer and closed it and it immediately went back to printing orders as you turned around.

“Johnny what are you doing here?” you asked stress prominent in your voice.

“Christmas shoppin’,” he said matter-of-factly tapping his watch. You snapped your head to look at the clock on the wall. It was 3:45, and you were supposed to be done 15 minutes ago. You and Johnny had made a plan for you to help him buy gifts for his co-workers.

“Shit! Okay look I'll wrap up these orders, make your usual, and then we can get out of here.”

It didn't take long for you to finish your tasks before shedding your apron off, it was practically your second skin.

You and Johnny spent time going from store to store finding the perfect gifts for his taskforce mates.

“ aye thanks for the help, I'm shite at gift shoppin’,” he said with a chuckle

“Yeah and gift wrapping,” you said lifting the giftbag in your hand.

You were meeting Johnny's coworkers? Friends? Whatever they were all really welcoming for a bunch of military folks.

Price opened the door, cigar in hand. You had met him a few times he had a big smile when he gestured you and Johnny in.

“Ah so this is the best friend,” said Gaz as he walked over handing you each a drink.

You smiled at him, taking the drink. You looked around at the house that was fully decked in Christmas decorations. When you felt a chill strike your spine, almost like a warning for something sinister approaching. You felt your stomach rumble which was your cue to find something to snack on.

You entered the kitchen to check on the food situation, realizing you hadn't eaten much today after being at work all day.

Trays of finger foods were spread across the counter, and there were pans of actual food on the stove. Your mouth watered at the sight. You started with the veggie tray and planned to make your way through the rest of the finger foods. Suddenly, a voice seemed to come from nowhere, rattling your nerves and making you nearly jump out of your skin.

“You must be The Rabbit.”

You let out a small scream and quickly covered your mouth, your heart racing and your stomach flipping from the sudden fear that gripped you.

“Ah-…s-sorry..I didn't see you...there” Your gaze slowly ascended the imposing figure of the man, his broad shoulders and muscular build casting a strong silhouette against the weak glow of the overhead light above the stove. He wore a black beanie accompanied by a hood and a mask covering his nose and mouth. The warm, flickering shadows played across his features, making it difficult to fully discern his expression until now.

“Soaps been talkin' about me meetin' you…nonstop” he stepped towards you, his frame caging you against the stove.

“U-uh yeah we- we grew up together“ you sputtered out

“Whys he call ya rabbit?” He asked grazing his fingers against the hem of your shirt.

Your breath hitched as your lower back pressed against the handle of the oven.

“Uhm well... I was quite skittish as a kid..” you spoke avoiding eye contact

“That all?” He asked flatly following it with a snort

“I’m a kicker..used to get into fights. How me and Johnny became friends actually” you say with a chuckle as you look up at him. The harsh shadows made it hard but you made out a smile from the way his eyes crinkled.

“Well I showed you mine so show me yours,” you say crossing your arms

“What?” He asks cocking a brow

“What do they call you?” You ask with a questioning look.

He retracts his hand pulling both of them into his pockets taking a short step back his shoes scraping the tile, he tilts his head back giving you a dark look.

“Ghost.”

He said coldly, his eyes narrowed.

Your mind races as you recall all the stories Johnny told when he returned to town after his deployment. You felt your hands grow clammy as a chill cascaded down your spine.

“Y-you’re The Ghost”

[paper-mario-wiki]

I can't find it, as tumblr keeps just relooping the same few posts when i go in the mashup tag, but amst craving the song you made when annoyed at a friend(?) For being into. Garage noise static? A very crinkly staticy song you made which as in classical tumblr fashion, people loved despite your despisal

Are you talkin about my Bonfire/StapleTapeWurms mashup?

[adelaidedrubman]

wip music monday!

was tagged on this lovely monday by my dears @trench-rot @cassietrn @socially-awkward-skeleton @inafieldofdaisies to share some tunes! thank you my loves <3 sending tags out to: @henbased @florbelles @unholymilf @schoute @poetikat @direwombat @derelictheretic @roofgeese @afarcryfrommymain @voidika @strafethesesinners @strangefable @v0idbuggy @deputyash @josephslittledeputy @ishwaris @shallow-gravy @purplehairsecretlair @corvosattano @jackiesarch @nightbloodbix @harmonyowl and anyone with jams!

rules: post a song that is relevant to your wip or inspires it. (with or without lyric excerpts).

chapter 18 does actually have something of a small musical feature, albeit without lyrics in text (although they are thematically relevant, and below cut in partial excerpt).

Jestiny whistled a tune as she stepped beneath the showerhead — an indistinct, jumbled little medley mostly of Dolly Parton melodies that eventually shaped itself properly into ‘Speakin’ of The Devil’ as she splashed the lukewarm, rust tinted water dribbling from the faucet onto her body. 

he’s got a way of walkin’ / he’s got a way of talkin’ / a way to fascinate me all the time / and he’s got a way with women / a way to keep my head a swimmin’ / he’s got away too many times

ooh, speakin’ of the devil / well, here he comes now / lookin’ like an angel / got my defenses down / he’s got me dreamin’ / got me schemin’

ooh, speakin’ of the devil / he is drivin’ me wild / with that wicked little grin / and that fire in his eyes / he’s got me dreamin’ / got me steamin’

ooh, speakin’ of the devil / it feels mighty close to heaven / and i’d go through hell to make him mine

he’s got his spell upon me / got to be his one and only / burning with passion and desire / ooh, i’m caught up in all his magic / it surely would be tragic / to never share the heat / from all this fire

well, i think that one is pretty self explanatory. fun fact, it was also the song featured in the america’s sweetheart spotify template i did a while back.

as a bonus here are some runner-up songs, equally on the nose but sadly didn’t have the same upbeat tempo to translate as well to jestiny maniacally cheery whistling (ref intentional)

[direwombat]

tagged by @vampireninjabunnies-blog, @inafieldofdaisies, and @socially-awkward-skeleton (tysm lovlies~!)

tagging: @adelaidedrubman, @detectivelokis, @sstewyhosseini, @baldurrs, @fourlittleseedlings, @strafethesesinners, @strangefable, @voidika, @kittiofdoom, @confidentandgood, @jacobsneed, @trench-rot, @aceghosts, @madparadoxum, @gaeadene, @purplehairsecretlair, @harmonyowl, @deputyash, @josephslittledeputy, @nightwingshero, @roofgeese, and anyone else who has something and wants to share it!

cheating a little bit and sharing something i posted yesterday as part of an ask game, so here's the rough draft of the end to chapter 1 of kneeling at the crossroads and a bonus little snippet of the first conversation syb has with jacob in chapter 5

Climbing into the truck, she settles in behind the wheel, and stares at the intersection in front of her. To the right is the road leading north, towards the bridge leading to the Whitetails. To the left, the bridge leading into the Valley.

Her knee bounces as she thinks, and she shifts restlessly in her seat. Nervous energy is telling her to run, act, stop thinking, pick a direction, and fucking go.

She needs to find her brother.

But, Rae-Rae is in trouble and Dutch sounded genuinely worried about her.

Her brother is somewhere in the Whitetails, unable to call for help because radio signals are being jammed.

But, Falls End is being fucking occupied and who knows how many are injured or dead.

Her brother is likely also in a war-zone. Alone. Possibly dead.

But Joey is still alive. She saw proof of that. But she also might not be alive for much longer, if Sybille doesn’t take John’s bait.

Whitetails or the Valley?

Her brother, or the community she swore an oath to serve?

The lives of the many, or the life of the only kin she has left?

The familiar, coppery tang of blood fills her mouth again, but the sting of reopening the crack in her lip barely registers. She can’t get the image of Joey, beaten and crying, out of her head. Her partner — her friend — is in immediate danger.

Augustine is smart. He’s a ranger. He knows the mountains better than most, and he’s armed. Sure, his issued rifle is more meant to scare off bears, but it’s enough to give him a fighting chance, at least.

A chance that Joey certainly doesn’t have.

She slams her palms down against the wheel and she kicks into the foot well with enough force to shake the cab. “FUCK!” she shouts. And with a violent twist, she turns the key in the ignition and turns left, speeding off into the Valley.

I’m comin’ for you, Augustine, I promise. I just need you to hold on a little bit longer.

And here's the bit from chapter 5 :) for context: jacob calls her using the ranger station outpost radio after she cleared it while looking for her brother

“You’re playing a dangerous game, here, Deputy,” Jacob growls.

“I’ve known men like you, Seed. You don’t scare me,” Sybille scoffs.

“There are no men like me.”

She actually laughs. A harsh bark of one, but a laugh nonetheless. She rolls her eyes and she hopes whatever camera he’s watching her from catches it. “No?” she asks, almost amused. “What, you really think you’re the only self-proclaimed ‘Alpha-male’ out there talkin’ bullshit? You think you’re the only one who thinks that anyone who don’t meet your standards ain’t even worth spittin’ on?” She shakes her head. “Please, military men like you are a dime a dozen. You ain’t anythin’ special. And lemme tell ya somethin’ else.”

“What’s that?” There’s a sharpness to his tone — an anger that’s barely concealed, threatening to break through the controlled facade he’s kept thus far.

She smirks. Looks like she struck a nerve. “I’ve known men like you,” she drawls. And then her voice drops. “And I’ve outlived them all.”

[jam-campasta]

hey guys! just watched the gomens 2 finale and

[beatlblog]

#RINGOOOOALLLLLLLL#HELPFEBDB IM SORRU I KEEP THINMING OF THAT TAG OOMFIE ATTACHED TO THAT RINGO PICTURENF (via @beatlesmenrock)

#NONE OF THESE TWINKS KNOW HOW TO PLAY FOOTBALL ⚽ (via @scary-ivy)

#enrichment time in their enclosure (via @lesbianbeatles)

#these dorks have never seen a sport in their lives ❤️#john in the bg is killing me (via @hamyilton)

#john just jamming out on the cello (via @deadpoets)

#gayyyy (via @notgrungybitchin)

#the level of tomfoolery and shenanigans is of the charts#bugs will be bugs (via @barelyaveragebarley)

#they have never played football once (via @sea-ranch)

#my sea monkys (via @cameomv)

#I love this so much#these boys do not know anything about sports and it shows#‘oh a FOOTball’#‘let’s just through it around with our hands!’#meanwhile John: 🌻🎻 (via @talkin-bout-the-boys-now)

gotta keep both ball and john in frame

#but i do find it funny that none of the beatles ever gave a single shit about sport (via @russellpigeone)

#no wonder he wanted to quit the band..... he had to play fucking soccer to promote his one song (via @radgeorgie)

THE BEATLES in BLUE JAY WAY (1967)

meanwhile John

[impossible-rat-babies]

top ten detective songs

i got tagged by @wayhavns​ to pos the top ten songs for my detective, so I’m gonna split this between pollux and jamie!

im gonna tag: @wayhavn, @trvelyans, @solasan, @lvllns, @lavellane, @zeesqueere, @knightava, @narrativefoiltrope, @bellarxse, @nateylonglegs, and anyone else go for it

pollux weismann

1. last words of a shooting star -- mitski

i always wanted to die clean and pretty / but i'd be too busy on working days so i am relieved that the turbulence wasn't forecasted

2. bloodstain -- wrabel

thought I found the one when I was twenty-three / and when it was done it nearly killed me

3. talia -- princess king

hey, my love / you've walked out a hundred times out of us / supposed to know this time that you wouldn't call / that you wouldn't come home

4. it’s alright -- mother mother

i am high and drunk on ego / can't see straight / so I just feel my way around man / I am touching, I am grabbing / everything I can't be havin' / I am broken down in shame

5. you are a memory -- message to bears

we've been here before / they found the pictures in the snow i can tell your eyes / looked beneath the blue / i walk underneath the trees for the first time

--

james murphy (im sorry he’s all just vibes no lyrics jk i lied he can have one lyric)

1. schoolgrounds -- sleepy fish

2. york -- bad snacks

3. factories -- autoheart

in the garden by the sycamore / lies a thousand horrifying memories

4. again -- wun two

5. through walls -- sleepy fish

[franklyshipping]

How To Punish Mischief Makers ~ A Markiplier and Jacksepticeye Ego Fanfic

HERE WE HAVE A SNAZZY ANON PROMPT WITH SOME MISCHIEVOUS PRANKSTERS AFOOT! LET’S DO THIS!

TAGGING: @anti-switch-glitch @jameson-lee-jackson @jam-lee-jackson and @darkipli-ler

Jamie’s eyes were wide with excitement as Anti showed him the blueprint. Because of course Anti would be the kind of person to have a whole-ass blueprint for a prank. That’s right, we have mischief afoot. The ego manor was at the tail end of a week-long spree of pranks and tricks, all thanks to the duo we see before us. Anti had taken Jamie under his wing, and was tutoring him in all the ways of pranking, mischief and cheekiness… and Jamie was loving it. The sweet moustached man preferred a simpler prank compared to Anti’s complex contraptions, but he was very good at pulling them off. Buckets of water and confetti, tickly jump scares, placing masked dummies in people’s bathrooms, and replacing shampoo with a condiment were his specialties. Anti could not have been more proud.

However, their mischief was starting to get ever so slightly out of hand. The two of them in their excitement had gotten quite carried away, so much so that you could barely take a step in the manor without something befalling you! It was all in fun of course, because Anti and Jamie stuck to a special rule: amuse, don’t abuse. But, when a certain ego walked into his office and found himself soaked from an awaiting bucket atop his door, he decided enough was enough. Darkiplier was going to dole out some justice… well, his version of justice anyhow. Anti and Jamie were walking down a corridor, giggling happily without a care in the world… until their worlds went black.

‘AHH WHAT THE SHIT?!’

Anti yelled and Jamie gasped fearfully, but the darkness then dissipated just as quickly as it had come. When they regained their vision however, Anti and Jamie were in a much different position. They were each bound to a chair with their arms restrained above their heads, and their ankles locked in stocks in front of them. Anti immediately tugged at his wrists as he looked at Jamie, his eyes wide.

‘Buddy! Buddy are you okay?’

‘I think so, are you?’

Jamie managed to sign – unlike Anti who was restrained by his wrists, Jamie’s arms were bound by his elbows so he could still sign without any hindrance. That at least was a good sign for them both.

‘Yeah yeah I’m good, but where the fuckin’ hell are we?!’

‘Well now Anti I’m shocked. I thought you would surely recognise the scene of your crime.’

Anti and Jamie jumped, and gulped when they saw Dark stood in front of them, smiling amusedly as his eyes flicked between them. Now they both recognised Dark’s office. Jamie instantly got goosebumps, averting his gaze as Anti narrowed his eyes at Dark.

‘Is that meant to mean somethin’ to me?’

Dark chuckled, ambling over to Anti so he could look down at him. He held the glitch’s chin gently, his eyes twinkling as he purred.

‘You know you’re rather cute when you try and play dumb. Completely unconvincing of course, but still cute.’

‘Shut up! Let us go you ass!’

Anti shook his jaw free from Dark’s hold, a little blush teasing his cheeks as he glared up at Dark. The sharp suited ego snickered with amusement.

‘My dear Anti, you and your sweet little apprentice are going nowhere until you have paid for your actions.’

Dark sent Jamie a smirk then, making the mute man go bright red, squirming in his restraints as he wondered what on earth was in store! Anti meanwhile scoffed, sneering at Dark like the absolute brat that he was.

‘Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, we’ve done nothing wrong.’

‘Oh is that so?’

Dark raised an eyebrow at him, before looking expectantly at Jamie who got goosebumps under the man’s gaze.

‘What about you, hm? Anything you wish to confess?’

Jamie nibbled his lip, feeling so torn. On the one hand he wanted to confess all that he’d done… but on the other hand, he loved doing all those pranks with Anti, and keeping them secret was the most fun part! Yes, Dark was incredibly intimidating, but Jamie knew he wouldn’t harm them… so how bad could the consequences really be?

‘I have nothing to tell you. Like Anti said, we’ve done nothing wrong.’

He signed, looking at Dark with the biggest pair of puppy eyes in history. Dark was almost taken in by him… but not quite. He smiled and took a seat in his own chair, crossing his legs with a sigh.

‘Very well. It’s your funeral.’

Jamie gulped, and then he and Anti both tensed when Dark’s eyes suddenly turned black… before tendrils of shadows started bleeding from his body, and slithering through the air towards them. They moved slowly, like animals carefully picking up scents and sounds. Jamie’s heart started pounding as he eyed them nervously, whilst Anti tried to remain impassive and not let on how nervous he was. Then they flinched when tendrils started sliding down their arms, and they both started to smile. Dark smirked.

‘Something funny gentlemen?’

Dark’s tendrils started softly tickling their armpits, sneaking under their sleeves so they could get to their sensitive bare skin. Anti snorted and tugged at his arms, spluttering with embarrassment as his giggles bounced out of him. Jamie’s whole body jumped as he burst into melodious giggles, shaking his head and squirming as Anti tried to glare at Dark.

‘Nahaha yohohou ahahass g-gehet ohohoff!’

‘Why? Is there a problem?’

‘Dahahark yohohou pihiece of shihit!’

Anti growled, making Dark smirk with amusement. He loved tickling everyone in the manor, but getting Anti never ceased to give him such wonderful satisfaction.

‘Well now that’s not very polite.’

Dark clicked his tongue as he tutted, and the tendrils stroked and flicked faster in Anti’s hollows, making his giggles turn hysterical. Jamie gaped at Dark’s cruelty, and struggled loudly in his restraints to get the man’s attention. Then when Dark looked at him, he signed with pursed lips.

‘You leave him alone!’

Dark chuckled warmly, finding Jamie ever so endearing.

‘Aww I’m sorry Jamie, are you feeling left out?’

Jamie’s eyes widened, and he realised too late that cheekiness perhaps wasn’t the best course of action. Now the tendrils in his armpits were tickling faster, making him squeal and thrash, his struggles increasing so much that he made his entire chair shake! Dark laughed warmly as he remarked.

‘My my, what a valiant little apprentice you are. It’s adorable, it really is.’

Jamie flushed bright red, jolting and bouncing in the chair as he let out lots of sporadic squeaks and yips. Anti was similarly wild with his mirth, his giggles interspersed with yelps as he tossed his head about. Dark chuckled as he watched them, thinking that he really should a) have done this sooner, and b) do this far more frequently in the future. He doubted Anti and Jamie would agree though, especially judging by Anti’s fresh outburst.

‘YOHOU MAHADE YOHOUR POINT! FUHUCKIN’ STAHAP THIS!’

Dark smirked, and got up from his seat as he purred.

‘I disagree. Your lack of manners makes me think I’m not punishing you nearly severely enough.’

Anti shivered and gulped as Jamie let out a nervous whine, and the underarm tickling stopped. With Anti, the tendrils around him oh so slowly slid down his torso and legs, making him giggle and twitch as they moved closer to their fresh target. His stocked bare feet. Meanwhile Dark ambled to stand in front of Jamie’s feet, his crimson irises glinting as he grinned at the sweet, nervous man.

‘Tell me Jamie… you wouldn’t happen to have ticklish feet, would you?’

Jamie’s eyes went wide as he shook his head, his hands a flurry as he signed.

‘No!’

‘No? Are you sure?’

Dark teased as he rolled up his sleeves, which made Jamie sign even more frantically… even though deep down, he knew what was going to happen.

‘Yes I’m sure, I’m really sure I’m super sure!’

Dark smirked affectionately, and decided to keep eye contact with Jamie as he reached out and trailed his blunt nails up and down the cute man’s soles. Jamie couldn’t help it, he immediately burst into giggles, his face scrunching up as Dark chuckled.

‘I think someone’s a little liar.’

‘Yohou get off him rihight now!’

Anti exclaimed, which made Dark smile at him… and his eyes flicked to black as he purred.

‘Jamie is just fine here with me. I think you ought to be more concerned with yourself, my dear Anti.’

Dark winked, and then Anti absolutely howled with laughter as Dark’s tendrils mercilessly raked up and down his insanely ticklish feet – basically, Anti was screwed.

‘AHHHHH NAHAHAHA FAHAHAHAAACK!’

As Dark’s eyes returned to crimson, he noticed Jamie gulp at Anti’s hysteria and thrashing, so he smiled reassuringly.

‘Don’t worry, I’m not going to do that to you. Plus, Anti secretly loves it.’

Dark snickered as Anti babbled out a bunch of incoherent, flustered noises through his laughter. Then he softly scratched up and down Jamie’s soles, making him shiver and giggle frantically as his feet wriggled and scrunched.

‘Please Dark not my feet, please don’t tickle there please!’

He signed, looking at Dark pleadingly as his beaming smile spread across his face. Dark chuckled, scraping his blunt nails agonisingly against Jamie’s arches as he teased.

‘Ohh but I’ve just found the most perfect rhythm, it would be such a shame to break it.’

Jamie threw his head back amidst his giggle fits and whimpers as Dark continued his evil tickling. He didn’t know what to do! Jamie’s mind felt all fuzzy and muddled as the tickly feelings spread through his body; the sensations at his feet were just so maddening, and he even had tears beading at the corners of his bright brown eyes.

‘It tickles so bad!’

‘So I can see. I must say Jamie, you’re awfully cute and pretty like this. I think I might keep you.’

Jamie’s flush reached his neck now, and he honestly couldn’t remember the last time he felt this flustered! Then he gasped and snorted when Anti yelled very loudly.

‘NOHOHOHO! HEHE’S MY BEHESTIE, GEHET YOUR OHOHOWN!’

Jamie smiled bashfully as Dark burst out laughing at Anti’s outburst, frankly amazed that Anti still had the strength to be coherent! His tendrils hadn’t let up for even a moment at Anti’s feet, and the glitch had tears streaming down his hot cheeks. Dark might have felt bad, if he didn’t know just how much Anti adored the more intense side of things. He smiled at Anti teasingly and raised an eyebrow.

‘Always so possessive.’

Anti was about to try and muster up a glare, but when he suddenly felt the tendrils stroke and flick under his toes he was gone. Anti became a mess of squawks and scream-laughter, whilst Dark returned his attention to Jamie.

‘Though I admit, I can be rather possessive myself. Especially with ticklish little dears like you.’

He remarked playfully, before deciding to scratch at the pads of Jamie’s toes experimentally… and oh boy did he get results. Jamie gaped and let out a colossal guffaw, before his back sharply arched and he descended into silent laughter, his hands communicating desperately as his worst tickle spot was exploited.

‘Not there not there not there!!!’

‘Not your little toes? Aww, are they a bad tickle spot?’

‘Yes yes yes!!!’

Jamie nodded over and over again, thrashing and letting out soft wheezes. Dark sneered, because he knew he’d won.

‘Are you sorry for being a naughty little prankster?’

Needless to say, Jamie didn’t hesitate with his good manners now.

‘Yes yes I’m sorry I’m so sorry!!!’

Dark smirked smugly, before glancing over at Anti and calling out musingly.

‘And are you sorry, or do I need to keep you a little longer?’

Anti so badly wanted to continue being a stubborn, sassy little shit – as was his nature – but alas, even he had limits.

‘OKAHAHAY OKAHAY IHI’M FUHUCKIN’ SOHOHORRY!’

Dark hummed with happy satisfaction, taking a few moments to look between the two hysterical men with fondness, before he had complete mercy. Not only did all his tendrils recede back into his body, but he also snapped his fingers to released Anti and Jamie from their restraints completely. They both gasped, Anti panting audibly as Dark smiled.

‘There now, was that so difficult?’

Through his residual giggles Anti sent Dark a gentle glare, which made him chuckle; he expected no less. Then Dark turned to Jamie, who had curled himself up in his chair very adorably. Dark came and stood by him as Anti got up and started stretching, and Dark made his voice low and soothing as he spoke.

‘Are you alright?’

Jamie’s face was half-hidden by his hands at first, but then he looked up at Dark and smiled. His face was a lovely pink, his eyes gleamed with the remnants of joyful tears, and his smile was the biggest in all the world.

‘Yeah, I’m good.’

Jamie nodded up at Dark as he signed, and Dark smiled gladly before he leaned in with a playful grin.

‘Good. I’d hate to break someone so sweet.’

Jamie giggled bashfully, but then he and Dark had to hold back full laughter when Anti came over with the most affronted look you could possibly imagine.

‘Oh but you’re happy enough tryna break me?! I see how it is.’

Anti and Dark playfully glared at each other as Jamie clutched his stomach, giggling happily at the silliness. Then though, Dark’s expression shifted into a more curious one as he looked between them.

‘By the way I wanted to ask… which one of you made the decision to put that bucket of water atop my door?’

Anti and Jamie gulped a little, but they both knew that at this point there was no point in even trying to lie… so Jamie gently raised his hand. Dark raised an eyebrow at him, admittedly surprised, but then he smiled amusedly.

‘You? Well Jamie… I must say I’m impressed. Not many people succeed in fooling me with their mischief.’

Jamie gasped happily at the praise, and Anti grinned hugely as pride swelled warmly in his chest. Then Dark stepped back from them both, leaning his hip against his desk as he purred.

‘Now, I suggest you both run along… before my mercy runs its course.’

Anti and Jamie shared a look, and immediately headed for the door. Dark snorted softly under his breath at the pair of them, and sighed when Anti mock-saluted at him.

‘Catch ya later emo!’

Dark narrowed his eyes at the glitch warmly, and then chuckled when Jamie sent him a little wave before he followed Anti out the door. Dark sighed. He knew without a doubt that the pair would restart their mischief as soon as they possibly could, and that indeed he would probably end up being the victim of even more pranks in the coming days and weeks. But to that, he smiled. Their mischief was making the entire household smile after all, plus if they did get especially cheeky… his shadows were always there, ready to make them smile too.

WOOOO HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS FIC LEMME KNOW IF YA DO WOOO LUV YOUS!!

[hobbitinneverland]

Thank you @langdonsluxiouslocks , @imdistressed and @aliceinthepearlgarden 💖

Rules: answer these questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to get to know better.

QUESTIONS:

Name: İrem

Sign: Virgo

Height: 1.60 (5'2)

Time: 17:32

Birthday: September 16th

Favourite bands/artists: Taylor Swift, The Beatles, Paramore, Foo Fighters, Guns N' Roses, mor ve ötesi, Jeff Buckley, Pearl Jam, Bob Dylan, Nirvana, Cat Stevens... it's a long list 😅

Last movie: "Life or Something Like It" I didn't love it, but I couldn't say a really bad movie. It's more like a classic low-budget rom-com. I watched it because Angelina Jolie was the main character and I need something to watch while eating dinner.😬

Last show: I just watched the last episode of "Only Murders in the Building". I really love this show!

When I created this blog: I created my first blog only for Taylor Swift. After few years I closed it and basically forgot Tumblr. And last year I wanted to come here after my university exam and stayed here.

What I post: Mostly music stuff. I have so much interests but I post music stuff more i guess.

Last thing I googled: Sample of driver's license exam.

Other blogs: I don't have any other blog.

Do I get asks: Really nearly but I don't mind if someone wants to ask me something.

Following: I follow 55 blogs. I can't follow more because I always try to look every post of you guys. I feel bad when I couldn't :((

Following: What tumblr says is lie because I know I basically have 10 followers and the others I really don't know where they came from.

Average hours of sleep: It changes always but if it'a ideal day it should be 6-9 or something like that. Sometimes I couldn't sleep at all. Like I said it changes.

Instruments: I started learning ukulele! Thanks to George Harrison love of mine 😅

What I'm wearing: Captain America Civil War t-shirt and red pajama pants.

Dream job: I always wanted to be an animator (people who make animations, cartoons and all) but my family wanted me to have a 'real' job so here we are! I'm studying molecular biology and genetics.

Dream trip: Europe generally but specifically Switzerland and England.

Nationality: Turkish

Favourite songs: While My Guitar Gently Weeps by The Beatles, hoax by Taylor Swift, Broken Wings by Alter Bridge, Playing God by Paramore, Big Me by Foo Fighters, Crying Lightning by Arctic Monkeys, Double Talkin Jive by Guns N Roses, The Light Behind Your Eyes by My Chemical Romance

Last book I read: I finally read The Island of Doctor Moreau! I read The War of the Worlds, The Time Machine and The Invisible Man by H.G. Wells and I recommend all of them. I want to read The Men in the Moon too.

3 fictional universes: Middle-Earth (Lord of the Rings), Arrakis (Dune), Long time ago in a galaxy far far away...(Star Wars)

I tag @missbloomsavesherfriends and @emometalhead but you don't need to do it if you don't want of course.

[bingsucks]

D - Daydream Believer, the Monkees

O - One, Harry Nilsson

P - Poor Baby, Company

P - Pont Alexandre, Alex Lasarenko

E - Even Flow, Pearl Jam

L - Ladies Who Lunch, Company

D - Day 1, Red Velvet

E - Egg, The Garden

A - Across the Universe, Fiona Apple

N - (ain't) No Sunshine, Bill Withers (look i'm bad at this)

E - Everybody's talkin', Harry Nilsson

R - Romeo and Juliet Overture, Tchaikovsky

tagging: @g30citiesexe @kanasproductions @the-ever-flowing-styx @girls4trobed @freefree-palestine @milogoestogreendale @nortism @artsykerfuffleplus @sparklingspidey @joshkiszkashusband

Rules: pick a song for each letter of your URL and tag that many people.

i- I was all over her by salvia palth

n- no surprises by radiohead

a- a night to remember by beabadoobee and laufey

s- sunsetz by cigarettes after sex

t- there is a light that never goes out by the smiths

a- all I think about now by pixies

t- the blonde by TV girl

e- everything by the black skirts

o- one beer by MF DOOM

f- first love/late spring by mitski

c- cigarettes out the window by TV girl

r- rises the moon by liana flores

i- infrunami by steve lacey

s- see you again by tyler the creator and kali uchis

i- i can't handle change by roar

s- show me how by men I trust

(do I know 16 people??)

@rohza-is-a-bit-gay @rainnism @titan-god-helios @frogofalltime @etherealspacejelly @tiredlyvelociraptoring @chaotic-beannn @us-costco-official @chaoticrsstuff @werewolfenthusiast @person4924 @indecisivebitch3000 @ionlylook @transgirlsgetswords @asherwentinsanelol + anyone else whod like to join

[sadachmesarthim]

towers for your honeycomb chap 2: more meany pants tony

part one

content: tony’s being a dick again, mention of Peter’s Family Problems, confined spaces, smoking, @carelessannie​ is a character and Has A Boyfriend That Is a Real Person I Know, tony calls peter a turtle, crying

word count: 1.5k  //   square filled: locked in a closet!

song for this chapter here -> that’s not a good excuse - eli. 

It was late, it was cold... mid-December nights were usually slow, but not no-car-in-sight-for-hours slow. Peter didn't handle any of those well on their own, but all three?

Working with Tony the entire time didn't do much to help, either.

They'd clocked on together, they'd be clocking off together - it was his worst nightmare. There wasn't anything to do, either - they'd already finished half of the closing list and every single chore. Annie had FaceTimed her boyfriend after finishing her chem homework - hell - the girls'd made a snowman outside the front of the stand, for fuck's sake!

Time was barely crawling. It made Peter irritable - apparently, it made Tony irritable, too.

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Annie hung up her FaceTime call with Sebastian, excited at the prospect of food. She turned, ready to take orders from the three that were now in front of her. "Okay - Panda Express - what is he bringing us?"

Courtney piped up first. "I'll just do another of what you're doing, A." She went back to her phone, more interested in her boy of the week than the rest of the conversation.

Annie typed it into her texts, looking back toward the boys. "You two - what is he getting you?" Tony spoke next. "I'll do the same thing. I'm easy." Peter scoffed a bit at that, covering it poorly with a cough. Annie shot him a look. Don't start shit. 

"Peter, anything?" She knew him too well to ask. "Nah babe, I'm gonna eat at home."

That suddenly got Tony's attention. "What, you're not eating? We still have two hours left, and you look like you're about to fall over." Perfect Parker timing, his stomach growled - audibly enough to justify Tony's comment.

Peter shoved past him, making his way toward the back. He didn't want to engage - he wanted to- to- to text Resa, pour himself into some chores, maybe dive into a snowdrift - literally anything but continue the conversation.

Tony on the other hand... he didn't know when to stop. "What's your deal, Parker? The man is bringing us food, on his own dime. You really gonna be rude enough to refuse?"

Peter closed his eyes, trying to steady his breathing. "It doesn't matter what my deal is, Tony - maybe I just don't like Panda. Maybe I don't want something that heavy on my stomach. Maybe my mom has food waiting for me at home. You don't know shit - so why don't you just leave it alone?" Mmm a bit harsh, Parker, take it down a notch.

Tony scoffed. "We both know you don’t have anything waiting for you, anywhere, Parker. Quit talkin' big and just accept the generosity."

Both Courtney and Annie gasped at that one. It was common knowledge around the stand that Peter's home life was off-limits. Hell, everyone's was - leave your shit at the door applied to everyone else's shit too. Apparently, Tony didn't get the memo.

"Okay, nope. I'm not listening to this conversation. Both of you, fridge!" Courtney - taller and stronger than both of them - grabbed the boys, practically tossing them into the walk-in. The door slammed behind them, something jamming it from the outside.

Her voice was muffled, but they both understood - they weren't getting out until they figured this out. They'd been fighting off and on for months, and it was causing serious issues in the stand. The girls were uncomfortable - sure, it was fine if they were separated during shifts, but that couldn't go on forever.

This just happened to be everyone’s final straw.

Peter pressed his forehead into the door, not wanting to face the other man. This wasn't exactly how he'd planned on spending his evening - and now that he found himself here, he was going to do everything he could to avoid avoid avoid any further confrontation. 

His mouth hadn’t caught the memo. 

“That’s two.” Shut the fuck up. 

He couldn’t see them, but he could practically hear Tony’s eyebrows hit his hairline. “Two what?” He was still seated, from what Peter could tell. At least he wasn’t about to get his ass beat.

“Two apologies you owe me. Me and the girls. For being rude, and talking shit in the stand.” God damn it Peter, shut your mouth!

Tony scoffed. “You’re still on about that? Come on, Parker, can’t you just let it go?” 

He tried. Peter tried really, really hard to hold himself back, he did. But it just... it wasn’t like him, to take shit like this. To allow someone like- like- like Tony Stark to make his life a living hell. Mob connections be damned, he wasn’t going to take it anymore. It was exhausting, and Peter was tired of coming to work every day dreading his shift. 

He got up, turning to face Tony. He might’ve been shorter than him normally, but with Tony sat on the foot-tall milk crate, there was quite a difference. It was childish, but it made him feel like he had the upper hand. 

“You- you- you can’t keep pushing me around like this, Tony. You’ve been a dick to me for months, and I’m sick of it. All I wanted was one stupid, little apology, and you can’t even give me that! 

“I left you alone! I tried to make our shifts together easy, I stayed out of your way! I begged Courtney to never schedule us or rotate us together. Do you know how difficult that is?? Especially in a stand this size, Tony, it’s nearly impossible.” He was near tears at this point, voice close to breaking. 

“And then you have the audacity to come here, in my stand, and talk about my- my family - which was not fucking okay, by the way. It just- it’s so cruel, Tony! I’m done!

“I tried to be nice, I really did. But you make it so fucking difficult. So forgive me for not being able to just let it go.” 

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Peter was always an ugly crier. Snotty, red eyes, uncontrollable shaking. 

He was also an angry crier. The two tended not to mesh well. 

It didn’t help that people tended to not take him seriously anyway. He was small, entirely not intimidating. Couldn’t hurt a fly. The second you get him even remotely upset, and he bursts into tears? 

He wasn’t expecting sympathy from Tony. 

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He was done sobbing by this point, but the damage was done. 

He’d thoroughly embarassed himself in front of the man he’d just... just demanded so much from. It wasn’t his lowest moment, but it was close. Nice going, P.

Peter was convinced he couldn’t be locked in the fridge with anyone wor-

There was a hand on his shoulder. 

His head shot up, grabbing Tony by the wrist. “Don’t touch me!” It came out louder than he’d intended, and the look of fear written on Tony’s face did make him feel a bit bad. Peter hadn’t let go. “Just- don’t- just ask first, fuck.” 

He released his grip, turning to dig his head back into his arms. He’d tucked himself into the far corner, drawing his knees up around him so he could get as far from the door as possible. He wanted to sink himself straight into the floor, mesh with the concrete, never show his face at work again - 

But there Tony was, looking down at him like he was a startled puppy. 

He plopped himself down next to Peter, facing in toward the center of the fridge. He tilted his head, making contact with Peter’s left knee. “Would you look at me?” Gentle.

Peter sniffled, trying to clear his nose. He knew he wasn’t the most presentable right now - wet spots soaking both of his sleeves, nose probably bright & cherry-tinged. He shifted, just barely peeking past his forearms. 

“There we go.” Peter sniffled again. 

Tony looked like there was a war going on inside him. Peter’d never spent this long looking at him - certainly never this long at his eyes. There was so much to them, so much hurt and understanding he’d never seen before. So much he recognized.

Tony was drawing circles into his shin, now, steady movement bringing him back to the present. “Come on, little turtle, come outta that shell for me.” 

Peter’s eyebrows drew together. “’m not a turtle.” 

Tony laughed. “What, then? Hermit crab? Clownfish? What else hides when it’s upset?” It was a sad attempt at breaking the tension, and he knew it. 

Peter wasn’t phased by it, either. His glare stuck. 

“Okay, fine. I’m sorry. No animal nicknames. I got it.” He smiled as his hands came away from Peter’s body, pulling up in a defensive position. “Plain ‘ole human insults, then, promise.” 

Peter let out a huff. “How hard was that?” 

“Was what?” 

“You said sorry.” Oh. 

“I... I guess I did.” Tony’s hands came down. He pushed himself to his feet, crossing toward the door. “Consider it an accident.” His entire demeanor had shifted - he was back to his normal, standoff-ish self. 

Whoever Peter’d spent the last couple of minutes with was gone. 

“N- Tony I-” 

“Forget it, Peter. Seriously.” He pushed at the handle of the fridge door, thankful it was free to open. He bypassed the girls, grabbing the rest of his shit and tearing out the door. The cigarette barely lit with how fast he made the trek to his truck, lighter burning the side of his thumb. 

When did he get so soft? 

Fuck.

tag list: @longlivestarker​ @bluestarker​ xoxo​

[jam-campasta]

send me pjo drawing requests hehe

first of all ive got a bit of art block rn, the time in between drawings is a lot longer than id like 🥴

second of all i did really like my recent HoO drawing (this one), updating everyones designs and such so i kinda wanna use em ;w; so send me character stuff and i shall perhaps doodle it!!