#wow im tired look at them typos

[jacuzziwaters]

Anybody have any quick and low effort recipes that aren't spaghetti or include beef or pork? Pinterest isn't helping me 😭

[indecisive-dizzy]

Hiiiiiiiiii pookiiweeeee :)

I’m thinking more about my whole high school DearDollops angst au, I have so many ideas for them ;v;

I’m thinking a lot about their friendship after the entire situation. It’s awkward and complicated but they’re trying their best

Eddie lets his hair grow out a bit, and Daisey pulls it back into a little high ponytail. It’s cute and Eddie appreciates it

They’re just a lot more affectionate now, mostly on Eddie’s side cause he’s nervous. Daisey tries to reassure him but they’re also nervous

They hang out a lot more, but conversations are not super easy to hold up anymore

It’s just Eddie yapping and Daisey listening, but it helps them get comfortable again

Eddie invited Daisey to hang out with him and the rest of the neighbors/his friends and they immediately called for a group huddle to talk about it

Daisey could hear everything they said but ignored it

Daisey calls him Edd. It flip flops between that and Eddie, but they mostly use Edd

I’m thinking after some really stressful and tiring after school sports practice (I still don’t know what sport I want Eddie to do), Daisey just walks to the field to wait for him and he immediately runs and tackle-hugs them

Daisey’s just walking over to the field and saying hi, and Eddie just goes “Daaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiseeeeeeyyyyyyyyy :(“ and tackles them into a hug

They probably eat Smile-Dip behind the school and look at clouds

They’re the kind of duo to spray people with silly spray during parties together

The teasing from both their friend groups are non stop. They mention hanging out once and immediately someone starts making kissy noises

Is that the queue that I’m making them romantic? Possibly-

I need to make incorrect quotes for them they’re too precious to me once they’re at this stage :,3

Hiiii Bestieee :]

Oh yay Aftermath Friendship! let the awkward begin lol (post typing me is adding a cut bc I think this is a tad long lol 😅)

ponytail Eddie my beloved that sounds so cute

Sorry did you mean Touch Starved Best Friends Have Recently Made Up And It's Awkward But They Really Want To Cuddle?

Eddie's yapping is fun to listen to at least, bc of the topic, his accent, or his enthusiasm. Plus I think sometimes he'll mention something and Dasiey manages to respond to it before he moves on, thus triggering a more back n forth convo. still def takes a while for it feel as natural as it did before

Daisey standing next to the group huddle looking into the camera (the wall) like they're in the office lol

He may be sore as heck but that will not stop Eddie from tackling Daisey. Pain be damned it's Hug Time.

Also. Mind if I share some sport ideas for Eddie? Ahem! Weightlifting, Volleyball, Cross Country, or Soccer! Cross country and soccer are kinda funny w/ his clumsiness but I like the idea of Eddie in running type sports. Tho he could be a soccer goalie! Weightlifting needs little explanation lol he a strong boy. and volleyball is fun w/ more clumsy potential but less running lol

Points at you! That's sounds adorable but now I wanna know what they'd both be like on smile dip high or whatever it is that happens lmao

They're both hiding behind the same wall thinking they'll jump spray some rando only to spray each other in the face with silly string XD

NO DANGIT You just gave me the mental image of Howdy turning around to do the fake making out motions Thing! you know what I mean Idk what it's called! Barnaby Loses his mind and needs to lay down he's laughing too hard. Eddie's face is redder than his hair and he's yelling ajdhajdjah gah these idiots I love them sm

[fivefeetfangirl]

its muddy everywhere, your boots are soaked your jacket is soaked your pants are soaked, you don't even care anymore as you sit down beside your best friend. he became your best friend after the other one died. you want to tell him you love him, but its cold. he is warm tho. so you lean in a bit. but not too much, people will see. is it too much to share a cup? maybe it is but you do it, who cares anymore, you're all so cold. he is warm tho. you lean in a bit more.

[hotchs-big-hands]

okay girlie hand kink hotch

you were a little late so when you got to the round table room you scooted past aaron with a quickly muttered 'sorry im late' and as you pass aarons chair you put your hands on his shoulders to scoot by and the tips of his ears go red and he clears his throat before saying "its no problem. someone can catch you up on the way to the air field" and looking back at the gruesome crime scene photos, which quickly put the delicious burning sensation on aarons shoulders out of his mind.

walking around together outside the crime scene tape to determine wether the attack was contained to the scene or if it was spread out over a larger area and when you use your hand to tap on his chest and point out what looks like a smear of dried blood on a seemingly abandoned car and he cant help himself but to ask "did you get your bails done yesterday? they look good" and now youre BOTH blushing.

aaron being flustered because while you were calming down and interviewing a traumatized child you slowly start to braid her hair to lull her into a sense of safety and he watches your fingers so intently as they flex and twist the strands of her hair together. he wants to shoot himself for getting so bothered over such an innocent moment.

hes laying on his bed in hotel room. its late and hes so fucking pent up from spending all god damn day getting riled up over you and your fucking hands. he needs a release and he needs it soon. so here he is, pajama pants pushed down, his sick sticking out of the slit in his boxers, and his left hand firmly gripping his heavy cock and stroking it. his mind is flooded with the vision of your hands. if you have soft dainty little hands hes thinking about how good theyll feel on his cock, stroking him to completion and rubbing against his skin. if you have larger rougher hands hes imaging how it would feel to have them gripping in his hair and scratching down his back.

hes so close, biting his shirt as to bot make noise, hips thrusting up off the bed to match to pace his hand is stroking. his eyes are rolling back and the pressure is building and building and- theres someone knocking on his door. he freezes for a moment before stroking again, whoever it is can wait til morning. hes sleeping. but then they knock again, louder. horny, tired and now pissed off, he shoves himself in his pants as quick as he can and marches to the door, bitterness welling up inside him as the subtle pain of blue balls creeps up (???im not a penis haver idk if thats accurate lmfao where is criminalskies when you need them) until he opens the door and realizes its you.

and for some reason, you look about as pent up and wrecked as he feels. he doesnt really remember exactly how it happened. one moment hes standing at the door asking if youre alright and the next hes sittingg on the edge of the bed, leaned back on one elbow with his other hand tangled in the sheets. head tipped back, eyes shut and mouth open spilling out soft sighs and little whimpers. both of your hands are wrapped around his cock, slowly slowly moving up anna down, twisting your wrists and leaning down and give kittenish locks to his tip. now it might be the fastest aaron's ever cum since high school, but good fucking damn was it worth it.

hes just hoping he still has a job when you guys get back to quantico. and the chance to get your hands on him again.

unedited idgaf its late and horny hour we ride like men with our typos and convoluted ramblings.

A W O O G A AAAAAAAAA I LOVE THIS IM 🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣 WOW YEAH SKSKFJRJFJWJDJAJSJ

G o d him looking at his cum dripping from your fingers would absolutely wreck his brain I'm so fucking sure of it. He's never been so turned on in a while.

[technicolorxsn]

I'm having thoughts I can't fully put into words

[escapewriter]

main masterlist || tbz written masterlist

read this if you would like to request something

a/n : IM SORRY FOR ANY TYPOS

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tbz reaction to s/o bringing them breakfast in bed

sangyeon : he would be so sleepy SO IDK I JUST IMAGINE HIM BEING FED. like your make him sit up and his eyes are kinda droopy because he’s tired but he’s awake enough to eat. so you kinda just feed him until he grabs the utensil and feeds you. PLEASE

jacob : if you were a heavy sleeper, jacob would definitely wake up before you. so the breakfast is bed wouldn’t exactly be a surprise, more just a favor you would do for him. “i’ll go make breakfast.” he’d ask if you needed help, to which you decline.

“relax, let me make you some breakfast in bed.” he’d smile at you, thinking about how lucky he is to have someone like you.

younghoon : he’d pout and get emotional. he’d immediately want to shoot up and try to make you some lunch or something just to return the nice gesture. but instead, he just makes you sit with him and eat too as you watched the tv that he turned on.

“i cant believe you made this for me. it really touches me heart.”

“i’m glad you like it younghoon.”

jaehyun : he’d be surprised to see the food you made for him. but he’d get really excited to try the food too because you both never really made breakfast for one another. so the second he took his first bite, you held your breath, nervous on how he’ll react. but when he let out the satisfied hum and wide eyes looking into yours, you let out the breath.

he held out his hand, giving you a tumbs up and he nodded his head, looking about at the food in his lap. “this is REALLY good. you need to cook for me more often.” you knew you’d regret this later.

juyeon : man, his eye smile would be the only thing you’d see the second you enter the room with his breakfast. he wouldn’t be able to stop smiling because this made his morning brighter because it was a good start to the day. and then after every bite he takes, (idk if any of you saw that one video of him when he likes food and when he doesnt) he’ll make that faces that makes you think it isnt good but it actually is.

“wow this is amazing.”

“juyeon, your reactions keep giving me a heart attack.”

kevin : kevin might honestly wake up to the noise. he’d hear the clanking of the pan or something and would go out to try and investigate. but when he sees you cooking, he’ll come up behind you and ask what you’re cooking, to which you pout and tell him what you were planning.

“oh shoot! wait, i wasn’t here, okay? I WASNT! this is all an imagination~”

he’ll rush back to bed and try to sleep so you can continue on with your surprise.

chanhee : why does it feel like he’d hesitate. like you come in with food and he’d just eye you suspiciously or something. “what did you do to it?” or like “will i get food poisoning?” but then you remind him that your cooking has gotten better because of all the times you’ve cooked with him.

“i get that you cooked with me, but i usually do all the work while you taste test everything.”

“okay then taste test this for me.”

“but i might die.”

changmin : changmin would uwu. like, he’d see you come in the bedroom with the tray and his eyes would just turn into hearts. idky but i can just here him say something like “for me?? really???” then you’d joke and sit on the edge of the bed, “no it’s for me.” IDK BUT I JUST CANT BECAUSE EVEN IF YOU JOKED WITH HIM, HE’D STILL BE HAPPY TO SEE YOU EAT OR YOU PUTTING EFFORT INTO DOING SOMETHING SO KIND FOR HIM.

haknyeon : haknyeon seems like the type to wake up as your cooking. he would smell the food and immediately would hear his stomach growl in hunger, but he waits patiently for you to wake him up. what he didn’t expect was you bringing him a big tray of food so he could have breakfast in bed. he’d sit up with wide eyes, his mouth agap as he had no words from how confused he was.

you giggle at how adorable he is and explained your reasoning, “you’ve been working hard lately. i thought you could wake up to something nice like breakfast in bed.”

he’s literally shooting you heart eyes as he grabs your hand as kisses it, “thank you so much, i love it.”

sunwoo : he’d would get very excited. he’d kiss your cheek as you placed the tray on his lap. you’d try to go to the kitchen to clean up the mess but he would make you stay and would tell you that he would clean everything after you eat with him.

he’ll be holding up food “say ‘ahh’.” you giigle and open your mouth as he feeds it to you. “thank you for the breakfast, i’ll wash everything for you.”

eric : the second you walk into the room with the tray in your hands, you knew you should’ve woken him up first. you carefully placed the tray of food on the other side of the bed so he wouldn’t hit it. you’d try to wake him up but nothing. he’ll only mumble and wave his hand at you asking for 5 more minutes.

but then he smells the food. his eyes open a little bit as he sits up a bit, leaning on his forearms. he spots the tray next to him as he looks up at you, “i mean if you dont want it, i can eat—”

“NO! i mean, you can have some, but i want some too.” you roll your eyes with a smile as he sits up, ready to devour the food you brought him.

[lehouxnap2]

Babe, its 4am time to write ideas for Aus i'll never be able to draw.

Yess honey

A story idea where Jean is at a party and things dont go well.

I really dont know what im doing

This is like.. an idea storyboard? Lol

Im the Queen of typos. Please take in mind. This is not a fic .

Jean knows about the party Reiner is throwing on his house. He doesn't want to go, because Eren is gonna be there, and of course, Mikasa is going to be there aswell. He still has the highschool crush on her. The last he wants is to see Mikasa being after Eren's edgy ass.

He's laying on his bed from the room he shares with Marco. His best friend that never let him down. Marco, contrary to Jean, is excited for the party. He insist to Jean that he should go. Have fun, get the stress from college out of his system. Jean tells him "you know why i dont want to go" and Marco knows. He sits in the bed besides him and convinces him with a sweet talk that maybe things can go different this time. Maybe Mikasa will notice him. Jean, not 100% sure, accepts.

They have to get ready because in a few minutes Connie will drive them to the location.

When Jean and Marco are ready and go downstairs from their appartment, Connie is waiting for them in a beautiful burgundy cadillac along with Sasha. He knows is not his. Connie explains is his mother's car. Jean asks them who is gonna be the designed driver for tonight, connie assures "me dude, dont worry about it"

When they arrive at the place, they know its already late and the party its in the half state of continuing. Afterall its already 3am. Reiner opens the door with a beer in his hand, he looks slightly drunk. "Hey guys, kind of late, but c'mon in" , its been 2 years since they haven't seen eachother, Reiner looks more tired than usual and maybe more slim than he was. Sasha and Connie are ready to party and go inside immidiately, Jean is still anxious. "Marco, promise me you'll stay with me the whole night". His friend looks at him with a big smile and hugs him with his arm in Jean's shoulder "Of course i will, i promise"

40 minutes has passed, and Jean is sitting alone in the couch besides a couple making out, with a beer in his hand. He sighs.

The couple besides him are being more and more intense occupying more place from the couch. He recognize they are Franz and Hannah. Jean is getting uncomfortable, he stands up and goes to the kitchen to get more beer.

He finds Ymir sitting on the kitchen table, who looks more tired than she should, sort of a depressing look on her. She's alone, which is weird, Historia is always with her. "Hey" no answer, she just keeps drinking her beer, "Where's Hisu?" Jean asks while he takes a new bottle.

"None of your business horseface"

"Wow, hey, Don't call me like that, no one did that since highschool"

"Whatever horseface"

Jean won't deal with her tonight, he leaves sending a fuck you look towards her. Its when he enters the dining room where Floch Forster stands right in front of him not letting him pass. "I heard you had a crush on me" Jean is confused, "Im sorry but I only date men 1 inch taller than me. You are 4 inches taller, i hope you get the message sweetie" Jean doesn't know if he wants to know more about this or let it be. He choses the later and leaves Floch behind with no words towards him.

He takes a look around while sipping his beer. Sasha is chatting with a blonde guy, Connie has no t-shirt and with a lamp protector on his head, singing in the karaoke. So much for being the designated driver.

He decides to go at the basement. Maybe Marco is down there. And its at this moment when he sees Eren chatting loudly at a group of people with a confident look, Mikasa is at his side, listening with her monotone but beautiful face. Jean can't help but admire her beauty, how come Eren doesn't pay her that much attention? Speaking of Eren. "...And so I told Levi, just shut the fuck up", someone asks him "and what did he do?" "He ran away crying" the group laughs, Eren looks at Mikasa with a pride in his face revealing his right eye with a bruise in it. Mikasa is worried and asks him if he needs more ice, Eren looks annoyed and turns his head down, "just stop it."

You-

Jean wants to intervene but a hand stops him on his chest, its Armin. "Jean! Hey! Its been a while" happy blonde man gives him a quick hug. "Huh, where's your shadow? i don't see Marco" says Armin looking around

"He's not my shadow, and I dont know, i wonder the same thing" apparently talking with Armin it got Eren and Mikasa's attention.

"Jean! Its been a while" Eren looks at him with a challeging but happy look. "You let your hair grow"

"Yeah, you too" Jean wants to smile and pretend he's having a good time, but he's not. He's tired and its only been an hour and a half since he got here.

Mikasa is looking at him, she seems.. more concentrated on him than usual. Jean is feeling flustered.

"Hey Jean!" Eren interrupts his thoughts, "what do you say if we play a pool game, like the old times" He throws at him a cue stick. Which Jean catches fast.

"Okay..? Do I have a choice?"

"Nope" Eren feels confident tonight it seems. "Are you really going to back down an offer to beat me down on a game? This could prove if you actually learned how to play" He chuckles, his voice got deeper.

Jean knows Eren is just taunting him, to mess with him and make this night more interesting, Jean knows is better to act cool and deny the offer, say he's tired and go home. But Jean also knows this is indeed his chance to look good, beat Eren and remember him this night forever.

"Alright, its on" Somehow he feels better now, it must be the adrenaline, or maybe, deep inside of him, he misses challeging Eren.

They play, it gets intense, they are both concentrated, as if this was the pool championships. They are even. Jean needs to score 2 more balls and he's done. Eren has 1. And just like that, Eren gets an advantage, hits the last 8 ball to the hole, and he wins. Just one fucking ball, he was so close.

Eren decides not to say anything. And just let the people around them cheer for him. Armin wants to pat his back, but Jean really can't take it anymore.

Quickly goes upstairs, and finds a door. Its the closet, he sits on the floor and puts his hands on his ears. He's disappointed at Marco for not being by his side right now, at Connie for getting drunk and not driving him home, at Reiner for being the worst host, at Ymir for treating him bad and at Eren for being a jackass again. Why is everyone so shitty tonight? He would take the car and leave but he's slightly drunk too.

He wants to lay back on the clothes but he hits something "aw!"

That's a female voice.

"Who's there?" Jean wonders a little bit shocked.

A blonde girl comes out of the bunch of clothes and sits beside him. Its Annie.

"Hey" she says

"Hey"

They look at eachother understanding why they are here. But an awkward silence comes between them.

Now they are looking at a really interesting dot in front of them. Jean feels more calm now. "So fun party huh" he wants to break the ice.

Annie smiles, "hm yeah" another awkward silence. "But what do I know?" She continues "All I know is that Armin is been chasing me trying to impress me with magic tricks with his cards, and I heard Reiner tell Bertholdt something about taking his guitar and play a song to impress me." She stops and looks down, but she doesn't look bored "they think i dont realize" its like she mutters that for herself.

Jean listens carefully, and thinks about telling her his story of unlucky events of tonight. But maybe is best to forget about that, now that he feels more calm. After a little while, Annie looks at him "you see this is like my space right now, and I doubt you'll like to spend the rest of the night in the closet with a quiet girl who is ready to play another round of criminal case"

Annie gives him a look that is more pleading than anything. Jean understands. She wants to be alone.

"Okay" He smiles at her "I'll leave, but not before telling you that" He stands "you are really good to hang out with" He stares at her with a grateful smile for being good company and not making him any questions. Annie gets it. And gives half a smile too.

Jean leaves the closet and decides he has to go home. Fuck it, he'll walk. He turns and meets Bertholdt right in front of him. Shit, that scared him. "Wow man, i didn't see you there"

Bertholdt has a guitar hanging from his shoulders "Oh hey Jean, whats up" he gives him a lazy pat on his back, his mind seems to be somewhere else. "Have you seen Reiner? He was supposed to help me with something"

"No, I'm sorry, I haven't"

"Ah.. okay" Bert looks unsure. "What about Annie, did you...?"

"No no, i really haven't seen her either" Jean feels a little bad for lying, but he doesn't want to get involved in more situations tonight. Bertholdt though really looks troubled now. And a little let down. He sighs

"Well, whatever, thanks though" The tall man has a given up face and turns to leave. Finally. Time to get the hell out of here.

Jean makes it to the front of the yard, remembers his pack of cigarettes, takes one and lights it on. The cold freeze of the 5am morning and the sounds of the wind hitting the trees are definitely saving him from a headache. He wishes Hitch didn't leave so early, it was fun talking to her when he got here.

"Can you lend me your light? Please?" A calm voice takes his attention.

Jean sees a girl resting on a tree, she has black long hair, and a pale skin. She's also kind of petite.

"Yeah take it" He lends his lighter and she quickly lights her own cigarette. She has pretty hands.

"I'm Pieck" she looks at him "What's your name"

"Jean"

It'll continue... i guess

[fbfh]

“forever” paxton hall-yoshida x reader

genre: fluffy romance + mutual pining (not too slowburn tho lol)

word count: 3.4k

au: none?? jock x theatre nerd ig

pairing: Paxton x broadway baby!reader 

requested: yes !! i hope u like it uwu

warnings: one hell one motherfucking and i think that’s it for swearing?? um brief self deprecating/talking bad abt urself from paxton (bby boy needs a self love boost), reader and paxton are home alone together for a little while but nothing bad happens, uh,,, i think that’s it

summary: when Eleanor can’t run lines with you, she sends over a very attractive, mutually pining substitute.

reccomended songs: “Seventeen” - Tuck everlasting OBC, “The Kiss” -The Princess Diaries score

a/n: i’m p sure i kept the reader p gender neutral but there’s implied slightly long hair, and you play the lead (a girl named winnie) in ur schools production of tuck everlasting but like it’s theatre so anyone can play anyone lol,, this took so got dam long bc i’m fucking s o f t for jock x artist and it just sorta happened lol aLsO,, not super thoroughly edited so there might be a typo or two?? im tired lol

requests r open <3

You had only ever seen two athletes present during rehearsals. Once when Madeline (who at the time was playing Penny in your production of Hairspray) was dating a guy from the soccer team. The other was when the star of the basketball team had come in to give your choreographer pointers for the basketball scenes during High School Musical. 

Until now.

You had run onstage part of the way through “Live Like This”, which wasn’t out of the ordinary since so much progress had been made on the costumes. You were still tying the ribbon on your pinafore as you jumped into the song, but when your eyes met a face in the usually empty auditorium, you faltered. You almost sang the wrong verse, but recovered quickly, continuing with the blocking. What felt like a moment later, the number was almost done and you were nearing the end of your counterpoint with Mae Tuck - played by Eleanor, of course. Who could be better for the part? You held out the last note, trying to stay in character despite all the distractions in the back of your mind. You had to talk to Eleanor when the director called for 10; she’d started telling you how Devi was being weird recently. Also, what the Hadestown was Paxton Hall-Yoshida doing chilling in the auditorium? You shoved all that away, focusing on staying in character until the director called for a break. 

‘I want to go to the fair. I want to go so badly! I just need a change, need to get out of this house for a little while. I never do anything, so this can’t be asking for too much, right?’ 

You projected all that into your everything - face, voice, mannerisms, energy.

“Hold!” 

Everyone froze.

The director wrote a few things on his paper, sighed, and underlined something several times. 

“Okay, good job! I need to revise some of the blocking, then we’ll do notes, so take ten.” Your sudden nerves had definitely made you pitchy, you knew that would be one of your notes for sure. 

A chorus of “Thank you ten”s erupted, and you immediately ran to Eleanor, telling the others good job as you passed. 

You leaned in and started speaking to her, quietly.

“Okay you need to finish telling me about Devi, and that other news you’re being so cryptic about! Also, what’s up with Fierro over there?” you nodded towards Paxton hoping he wouldn’t see, and you noticed Fab is sitting near him. You realized they’re probably waiting for Eleanor and/or Devi. That must be it, he’s been hanging out with them lately, right? Eleanor gasped.

“You’re right! Paxton is such a Fierro!”

You cringed inwardly a little bit as her voice carried through the auditorium, mixing with the others. Your eyes darted over to him for a fraction of a second. Oh god. He was looking at you. Or in your general direction at least. Lena, the costumer, walked around the set gingerly, following you around and getting you out of your dress incredibly carefully as you and Eleanor walked off stage. 

“No! Well, yes- but no. What’s he doing here? Jocks never come here during rehearsals. I saw Fab too, are you guys and Devi getting dinner or something?” You said, entering the auditorium, and stepping out of the dress. You grabbed sweatpants and a silky, floral kimono jacket from your bag to throw over your leotard and tights. She waved back at Fab before sitting down in the front. You both grabbed your fans and dramatically flicked them open in sync. Your wrists fluttered, cooling both of you off.  A knowing, and slightly mischievous, look came on her face. 

“Devi and Fab and I are. Paxton must be here for something… else.” she shrugged, nodding towards Paxton. You looked over again. He was staring at you. You did a double take and tried to hold back your smile. 

“Wh- I do not know to what you are referring.” 

“To what I am referring is the blush on his cheeks.”

You barely held back a nervous, bubbling laugh.

“He is not blushing! Why would he be blushing!”

“I don’t know,” She shrugged, “Just like how I don’t know that he’s been loitering in the halls outside the music room during your last three solo music rehearsals.”

You struggled for an answer. Before you could form one, you were interrupted.

“Okay, okay what is the best Lin Manuel Miranda musical? Because Kathryn thinks it’s Hamilton-” 

“Duh!”

“-But I think it’s In the Heights! It’s an underrated jewel!” Jonah interjected, still wearing his Jesse Tuck hat. 

You considered for a moment.

“I mean, they’re too different to compare. In the Heights has the same energy as Rent - showcasing what goes on in ordinary people’s lives, and how love ties us all together,” he nodded in agreement, “But Hamilton is on a way larger scale, almost Les Mis meets Fun Home vibes. But in terms of personal preference…” Eleanor scoffed at your answer, and Jonah went back to debate further with Kathryn.

“Anyway,” you turned back to Eleanor to ask her what the hell she meant by Paxton Hall-Yoshida was blushing. But before you could-

“Eleanor, we need you to try on your blue dress again,” Lena was already pulling her away, “I had the empire waist in the right place but half the pins fell out, and it’s just...” And she was whisked away before you could finish the thought. You just had time to help Holly get out her wig pins and drink some lemon water before notes. Eleanor still wasn’t back, so you made sure to write down hers for her. It was pretty standard; be quiet backstage, go over your lines, don’t touch props that aren’t yours, don’t eat in costume, and a couple blocking changes you made note of. After your end of rehearsal warm downs and huddle, everyone left relatively quickly. You ducked into the bathroom to freshen up a little. Sometimes it was hard coming down from such intense energy after rehearsal. You mentally ran through your to do list. You needed to get some more tea, write that essay when you got home, go over your notes- You gasped, cutting off your own train of thought. You ran out of the bathroom to look for Eleanor, still clutching her notes in hand. 

~

Your voice still echoed in Paxton’s ears. He wished he had a whole album of you singing. Your voice made him want to ruin his spotify algorithm by listening to nothing else. You had looked at him a couple times, and his heart had almost stopped. He didn’t know eye contact could be so intense. It’s probably just cause you’re like, the only person in the audience. Where else is she supposed to look? He deflated a little. He heard his name and looked over to you and Eleanor talking together. Hopefully it was about him. Hopefully it was good. He checked his phone, trying to look busy. When he glanced up to see if you were looking, you were gone. He started to look around for you when he saw Eleanor waving at Fab, and sure enough, you were next to her. What he didn’t expect was you dropping your dress to the ground. Time slowed down (and his heart sped up) as you stretched a little, and pulled out sweatpants from your bag.

Wow.

 You had on what looked like a bathing suit on underneath, and a few other people had done the same, but he knew that image would be in his memory, probably forever. His heart was beating in his ears and he knew he must be blushing.

“You okay, Paxton?” Fab asked, a seat or two away. Oh god, he didn’t want people asking why he blushed every time he looked at you! He muttered something about needing to make a call and headed for the doors. Don’t look back at her, don’t look back at her… His eyes involuntarily darted in your direction right before he left. You had on a flowy translucent jacket, your hair thrown back supermodel style as you fanned yourself to cool down. He needed to cool down too. Maybe a cold shower, a really cold shower.

~

You managed to find Eleanor just before she left. Two girls were with her, you had seen Fab once, and you’d heard a lot about Devi, but had never been introduced. 

You gave Eleanor her notes, and she hugged you.

“You’re a lifesaver!” 

“Of course, I-”

“Uh, who’s this?” you looked over, and the shorter girl - Devi, based on what you’d heard about her -  was giving you a weird look. You introduced yourself. 

“Nice to meet you. How do you know Eleanor?” said the taller girl - definitely Fab.

“Oh,” you smiled, “she’s my almost mother in law. And my arch rival,” you counted on your fingers, “my sister, my niece, my lover, my husband, and…” you trailed off, trying to think of the other dynamics your characters had had in past shows.

“Your co-conspirator.” 

“Right,” you laughed. Devi and Fab looked at you two.

“We’re in the musical together.” you clarified. You were about to part ways when you called to Eleanor, “Hey, we’re still on for running lines tomorrow night?” 

“Uh… Sounds good!” she walked away quickly, speaking to Devi and Fab in hushed tones. Something was definitely up. That was typical Eleanor Scheming behavior. 

~

That night, you almost couldn’t sleep. This wasn’t the normal post rehearsal can’t sleep. In fact, Tuck Everlasting was the last thing on your mind as you readjusted your pillows and snuggled into your duvet. You stared at the neon blue stars projected and swirling on your ceiling. You sighed. Again. Your brain was a 24/7 livestream of Paxton Hall-Yoshida to relax/study to. You saw him again, his face in the dimly lit auditorium, Adonis in a sea of faded seats. If you hadn’t been sure before, you knew now that red was definitely his color. You rolled onto your side. Your heart picked up speed as a thought crossed your mind. You could almost see Paxton now, kneeling next to you, his fingertips brushing your cheek. The piano underscore to “Seventeen” ran through your mind. You could imagine him saying “Wait with me, we could share the world…” so vividly it almost hurt. He leaned in, and… 

You let out a loud sigh and rolled over again. Your heart was fully saturated. That’s more than enough pining for tonight. 

~

“Paxton!” 

He was a little surprised when Eleanor just walked up to him at lunch the next day. Most people were too intimidated to approach him out of the blue. 

“I have a plan.”

“Uh, I don’t know what you-”

“Cut the crap, I know you like her.” 

His face blanched. Well, yeah of course he did. Who wouldn’t? He was going to ask Eleanor if there was something he could do to win you over, just not here, not now. Not where everyone could watch and jeer and rib him for it. Just like they were doing now. 

“Woah, dude, who is it?” Trent asked. He fumbled for words. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He hadn’t kept his crush a secret because he was embarrased of you, he’d kept it a secret because his dumbass friends wouldn’t get you. Hell, he barely got you. You were so deep, and emotive, and artistic... 

“Bro, if you like her as much as it seems like you do,” Trent continued, “you gotta win her over.” He was a little shocked at the agreement murmuring through his group of friends. He didn’t know how to respond. Trent turned to Eleanor.

“What’s the plan, drama mama?”

“First of all,” she said, an almost humorously dangerous look on her face, “never call me that again. Second,” she shoved some papers into Paxton’s hands, “meet me in the music room immediately after school.” She started back for her table. Trent looked back over to Paxton. 

“You gotta do it, dude. We’ll cover for you at swim.” 

The rest of his friends agreed. He was pleasantly surprised at how supportive they were being. 

“Yeah, I guess... we’ve got a plan.”

~

The next day went by pretty smoothly. No rehearsal was scheduled since they were finishing construction for some of the sets, but everyone was instructed to do a couple read throughs of the script, focusing on scenes they’re still forgetting, to make sure everyone’s off book. You stopped by 7 Eleven to get a blue slurpee (for homework) and a couple coconut waters (for run throughs). You texted Eleanor on your way to the slurpee machine. 

okay so do you like the mango coconut water or the pineapple one?? It’s the mango one right?? i always forget lmao

sent at 4:16 pm

btw I don’t have that much homework so you can probs come by around 5:30 if you’re ready by then

sent at 4:16 pm

Bae Tuck

OMFG!! I totally forgot about running lines tonight, I can’t make it! :( but I’ll send someone over to help you out. :)

sent at 4:17 pm

You squinted at your screen. That was weird. Eleanor never used colon parentheses smilies. Like, ever. She always used emojis, and usually way more than two per text. 

yeah np, are u good? ♡

sent at 4:17 pm

Bae Tuck

Yes :)

sent at 4:18 pm

Bae Tuck

Also get the passionfruit one 🥥🍠 👀

sent at 4:18

that’s,,, el that’s a sweet potato,,

sent at 4:19 pm

Bae Tuck

Close enough 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

sent at 4:19pm

...Okay? That was definitely weird. You shook it off and headed for the counter to pay. You stopped half way there, and turned back to swap the mango for passionfruit. 

Not long after you had finished your homework and tidied up your room a little, the doorbell rang. You exited the kitchen, drinks in hand, and opened the door. Your heart caught in your throat. Paxton Hall-Yoshida was standing outside. And you were pretty sure he looked nervous. You both just stood there for a second. No one breathed, no one spoke. 

“Uh, hi, do you want to…” you backed up, motioning for him to come inside. 

“Yeah, thanks,” he said, entering the doorway. Paxton motherfucking Hall-Yoshida was in your living room. You held out a hand to him.

“Coconut water?” he took the box, looked at the label, and smiled. 

“Yeah, thanks,” he said again, this time a faint, yet unmistakable note of joy in his voice. He took a sip. He smiled.

“Passionfruit’s my favorite.” You silently thanked Eleanor, who you knew must have planned all this. Most of the evening was a blur, and you thanked god your family wasn’t home right now. You went upstairs, texted Eleanor asking what the actual fuck, made some surprisingly comfortable small talk, then filled him in on how to run lines. 

“Do you think playing the soundtrack would help you… get into character?” he asked. 

“I would probably just end up singing the whole thing,” You laughed and tried to ignore the butterflies in your chest. The main scene you struggled with was before “Seventeen”. It was harder to get into Winnie’s head because you had no romantic feelings for Jonah, and you always just made each other laugh. You had started with a few easier scenes of Winnie and Jesse, like the fair, and the dialogue before “Top of the World”. 

“That was really good,” he said, and you felt the sincerity of his words. 

“Thanks…” you smiled and took a sip of coconut water, hoping you weren’t blushing too hard. 

“So what next?” he asked. 

“Probably the scene before ‘Seventeen’,” you said, giving him the page and scene number, “it’s one of the hardest ones for me. I guess I just can’t connect to Jonah the way Winnie does.” 

“Huh,” he said, skimming the page. When you looked up at him, he had something between a smile and a smirk playing at his lips. You made yourself look away before you got too distracted. You refused to think about the fact that you were sitting across from Paxton Hall-Yoshida on your bed, in your room, like you were… close with each other. His eyes skimmed the script, finding the dialogue. He glanced up at you and nodded, indicating he found his place. You began.

“I was so afraid you wouldn’t get away,” you said, jumping into character.

“I may be 102, but I can still outrun anyone,” a smile played at his lips. You smiled, then let your face fall.

“I’m so sorry, I-I tried to warn you-”

“No, no,” he interjected almost seamlessly, “It’s okay, it’s… refreshing having someone look after me who isn’t my mom.” His eyes flickered between your face and the page. You smiled with him for a second, then let distress cloud your face.

“Jesse… that man came by my house today. He heard the music box, he knows about you-”

“I know he knows…” 

You continued on with the scene and he trailed off when he came to the sheet music for the song Seventeen. You took in a breath to start the dialogue in the middle of the song, but before you could…

“Six years from now you will turn seventeen,

Turn seventeen,

The same age as me,

Six years from now,

Go to the spring,

Go to the spring and drink…”

He was singing to you. He was looking at you and singing to you. His eyes only flickered down to the page to confirm the lyrics. He was nervous, you could tell. But through his hesitance, the emotion in his voice was sincere. Your heart was beating faster. You didn’t even notice your pulse was ringing in your ears, you were too focused on Paxton. 

“I'll wait for you till you turn seventeen,

Turn seventeen,

The same age as me,

Six years from now,

Go to the spring,

Go to the spring and drink…” Your hand rose to cover your mouth. He hesitated, and you remembered your dialogue.

“Uh, wh-what if I… forget where the spring is?” He reached out and took your free hand in his. Your pulse was off the charts. “I’ll go get you some water. Just… remember to keep it somewhere safe. Somewhere no one will find it.” You got the feeling he wasn’t just talking about the water. You knew he had never really been in a serious relationship before, and it clicked suddenly - if he learned an entire song to duet with you, just how much he must like you. You exhaled a breathy laugh, unsure how to process the sudden euphoria you felt. 

“You make the world sound so… exciting. I just want to drink the water right now!”

“Uh, no. You have to wait.” you both smiled, anticipating the upcoming joke.

“Why?” you ask, “What’s the difference?” You held your breath as he tried not to laugh through the delivery of the punchline. 

“Believe me,” he rubbed his thumb over your hand, “there’s a difference.” You both chuckled, and he continued singing. You were so focused on him, so… touched that he would do all this for you. 

“Winnie, wait with me,

And we could be married,

Winnie, wait with me,

And we'll share the world,

Winnie, you can stop time,

And live like this,

Forever…”

“I could live like this forever,” you echoed.

“Live like this...” you sang in tandem.

“What do you say, Winnie? Do you want to…” he broke character suddenly, and asked, his eyes boring into yours, “Do you want to go out some time?” 

He could see the adorable smile blooming on your face, even from behind your hand. You nodded.

“Yes, I-I would love that,” and you began to sing the last line in the song, “Forever-” 

But before you finished holding out the note, his lips were on yours. His mouth moved slowly, intentionally, against yours. You followed his lead, flustered. He leaned further forward, his palm caressing your cheek. It was everything you imagined it would be, and you had quite the imagination. Your head was angled up and your hands rested themselves on his back, one tracing little shapes. Your shoulders were pressed against each other and neither of you could think. He was so warm. He tasted like coconut and passion fruit, and a distant part of your mind silently thanked Eleanor again. 

You really could live like this forever.

[rynhaswritersblock]

new york boy (hc) | p.p.

a/n: 50TH IMAGINE WOWOWOWOWOWOWOWWWWWWWWWWW!! this shit go 🅱razy!

summary: life is hard when you visit your uncle in new york and all of a sudden there's a cute boy named peter parker in your life (i suck at summaries just stick with me here)

warnings: the usual fluff/hella cussing + like a minute of slight angst, also DEADASS THIS IS LIKE 8.5K WORDS I GOT SO SO SOOOOOO CARRIED AWAY AHSAHDJFKSNFK

ALSO I APOLOGIZE FOR ANY INCONSISTENCIES OR TYPOS OR ANYTHING I LITERALLY WROTE THIS OVER A FEW DAYS AND GOT SO CARRIED AWAY WITH DIFFERENT PLOTLINES AND BASICALLY WHAT IM SAYING IS THIS IS VERY VERY CHAOTIC BUT I HOPE YOU GUYS GET THE POINT LOL

+ + +

- SECOND HEADCANON IN A ROW YEAHYEAH

- you guys i've had a one direction relapse i was literally Obsessed with them like eight years ago (when they were still together rip) and all of a sudden they are just living in my brain Rent Free once again

- btw harry is my favorite and always has been. call me basic but it's been an eight year bond so try and fight that 😌✋

- anyways time to write the actual fucking story

- haha Oops!

- no i didn't accidentally spell oops "opps" at first. the fact that you even think that is complete absurdity

- CAN LITTLE THINGS BY 1D STOP MAKING ME EMOTIONAL RIGHT NOW

- this is the eighth bullet point and i have yet to get into the actual story holy fuck

- guys i just watched knives out (yeah i know i'm late whatever) and i haven't fully processed it yet but it was Muy Bueno!

- STEAL MY GIRL IS PLAYING

i knowwww i knowwww i knowwww for sure

EVERYBODY WANNA STEAL MY GIRL

EVERYBODY WANNA TAKE HER HEART AWAY

- i am so sorry

- OKAY THIS IS WHERE THE ACTUAL STORY STARTS HOLY SHIT

- yeah ❤

- SO BASICALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- fuck what is this imagine about again?

- OH RIGHT

- OKAY

- YOU'RE TONY STARK'S NIECE OKAY

- don't ask me how that works i have No Fucking Clue (which i'm sure you've gathered at this point)

- (i don't know what i'm doing)

- y'all i've got a headache but ❤ nevertheless she persisted ❤

- so basically

- you live like

- not... in new york...?????????

- so like SOMEWHERE ELSE

- let's say you live in like california

- YEAHYEAH OKAY

- SO LIKE YK HOW TONY USED TO LIVE IN CALI

- so you and uncle tones (😌) were super close when he lived in cali and he'd like pick you up from school and get you ice cream and basically be the Coolest Uncle Ever

- ur mom (let's say she's tony's sister) would be like 🙄 whenever he'd goof around with u but she loved y'all's relationship

- ain't that fluffy

- but THEN

- tony moved to new york

- bitch how fucking rude is that

- so u were like

- a little dead inside

- but that was when you were like six so time moved at Hyper Speed back then and you don't really like Remember the Pain 😀

- OH AND BY THE WAY KINDA IMPORTANT SIDE NOTE!!!!!

- SINCE UR MOM GOT MARRIED SHE TOOK YOUR DAD'S LAST NAME (aka l/n) AND YOU KEEP THE FACT THAT TONY IS YOUR UNCLE A SECRET FOR LIKE SAFETY REASONS IG LOL

- Anyways! from there on you only visit once a year and be there for a week

- but u best BELIEVE those visits were HYPE AS FUCK YEAHYEAH

- when you turned 13 ur mom surprised you by finally letting you start going by yourself

- badass 13 year old y/n 😌

- so u were like Heck Yeah!

- YeahYeah 😀😀😀

- happy picks you up from the airport and ur like "uh hi"

- ANYWAYS THE POINT IS YOU START TRAVELLING TO NEW YORK ALONE

- SO!!!!!!!!!! WE ARE NOW IN PRESENT TIME

- you go on your annual trip

- happy picks you up as per usual

- the usual awkward convo goes on which typically goes something like:

"are you excited to see your uncle" "yeah" "cool" "mhmm"

- yeah ❤

- but anyways by the time you're like 10 mins away you're practically Bouncing in your seat

- happy is like.... Girl. Calm Down! 😀

"oh by the way tony has the kid over today"

- bro Huh???????????

- ??????

- "the kid" Very Specific Thank You!

- you're like "who tf is the kid"

"spider-man"

......

😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳

- your head SPINS over to happy

"he's SPIDER-MAN?"

- happy just gets that Smug Smile Look on his face (y'all know the face) and shrugs, pulling into the garage

- you JUMP out of the car

- you wanna see sum real speed?

"identific-"

"FRIDAY! it's y/n let me in!!!"

- bitch calm down

"welcome back, y/n"

- WANNA SEE SUM REAL SPEED? 2.0

- you BUST through the doors

- not to mention your backpack is Barely Hanging On and happy is still in the garage hurling your suitcase out of the trunk

- sorry happy 😔😔

- happy ain't lookin so happy rn!

"friday, where's my uncle?"

"he's in the laboratory"

- WANNA SEE SUM REAL SPEED?????? 3.0

- go! go! go! go! go! go! go! go!

- spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬

- you FLY down the stairs to the lab

- tony looks over and a smile immediately breaks on his face

- you look disheveled as HELL cause you're like panting and Far Too Excited

- peter looks over and sees you and is like 0_0

- as soon as you see peter you're ALSO like 0_0

- he cute

- wait no fuck he's HOT

"short-circuit!"

- you manage to tear your eyes from peter Somehow and look over at tony, smiling like a madwoman as you jump into his arms and give him a hug

"short-circuit?"

- oh damn

- this kid's Voice!!!!!!!!!!

- adorable!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- you and tony pull apart and tony explains the nickname

"peter, this is y/n, my niece. short-circuit just so happens to come from when this idiotic girl will be talking about something when we're in the lab and she suddenly drifts off and gets this zoned out look on her face. she short-circuits, basically"

- peter's Still like 0_0

- his brain can't even Function Properly because tony was just explaining the next updates to peter's suit and then you're here and you're really pretty and tony apparently has a niece? and Everything Is Happening!!!!!!!!

"well im so sorry that i drift off because my brain is coming up with super cool stuff, which usually tends to make your little inventions even better. let's not forget me figuring out how to properly program JARVIS"

- *not peter's 0_0 look managing to amplify*

- eyebrows are RAISED

- (also quick moment of silence for jarvis i miss him 😔)

in memoriam:

graphic design is my passion 2.0

fyi graphic design is my passion is becoming a new ~segment~ on these hcs because i love making them and i deadass couldn't stop laughing at my last one

- okay back to Da Program

- all tony does is scoff, clapping you on the back

"anyways... peter's interning for me, so i was just explaining-"

- intern? i don't think so!

- time to be a stark and fuck things up!

- YEAHYEAH

"happy told me he was spider-man? the suit is literally on that table over there? unless he's doing both spider-man and an internship? which is honestly impressive, i mean-" you look over at peter, "with school and everything- unless you don't go to school, but still-"

- you look back over and tony and this man is.........

- he's got that Look on his face you know what i'm talking about

"dammit, now i gotta go yell at happy"

"oh shit was i not supposed to know?"

- tony gives you an exasperated look and you're like Oops!

"it would've been better if you didn't know. just don't go running that big mouth of yours"

- you give him an offended look before being like Okay Fine Whatever

- tony is just tired and peter's standing there like OH FUCK UH OKAY??????????

- aka that one scene in infinity war

moving on

"y/n, your room is set up. i'm gonna finish up here with pete and then we can go get cheeseburgers. deal?"

- you smile and nod, giving tony a kiss on the cheek (signature stark move)

- (i'm sad now)

- (fuck)

- you start to walk off and look over at peter

"it was nice meeting you, peter"

- mans is like Oh! Who? Me!

"oH- uh- y- yeah, it was nice meeting you, too"

- you give him a small smile and walk up the stairs out of the lab

- fucking dopey ass smile on your face because YOU JUST MET CUTE BOY SPIDERMAN AND HES CUTE AND HOT AND KJSDFHKSDJF FUCK!!!!!!!!!!

- peter looks back from watching you walk away and makes sure you're out of earshot

- fyi his ears are like Red Red and homeboy looks WHIPPED

- silly goose. fools fall in love

"i-um, i didn't know you had a niece?"

- tony just kind of scoffs

- very original reaction, tony! Never Been Done before, Especially by you! Wow!

"and i didn't realize how little time it takes for you to fall in love. i mean the bar was low but, jeez, kid"

"wait- no- i'm not in love"

"hmm okay. but if i catch you pulling something i will not hesitate to say i told you s-"

"no- yeah- that won't be, uh, that won't be a problem, mr stark"

- yeah tell that to your FACE peter

- he's like No! Of Course Not! meanwhile his face is just 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

- why are emojis so goddamn funny. they're the stupidest shits ever but i love them so much

- ANYWAYS!

- you go to your room and unpack and everything and yeahyeah whatever

- btw tony Knows you so when he first moved into the headquarters he immediately set aside a room for you with a view he knew you'd love and like all ur favorite things (posters, comfy bed and pillows and blankets, any instruments u like to play etc) because Uncle Tony is Bae Man

- then tony like sticks his head in and knocks on the doorframe

- ur like "hola!" (soy dora!)

- is that what she says? fuck idk i didn't take spanish and have the memory of a breadcrumb anyways!

"y/n i think you made my intern fall in love with you"

- bro Huh?????????/

- cute random slash ryn! Very Good At Typing!

"what on earth do you mean?"

- on the inside though ur like YEAHYEAH

- MOVING ON I'M GETTING A BIT DETAILED AND IT'S CONFUSING MY DICKHEAD OF A BRAIN

- you and tony get cheeseburgers yeahyeah okay

- so you have the whole week in nyc right

- guess what

- guess

- the fuck

- what

- can i just make my goddamn point already goodness gracious

- these hcs are literally me just writing down every single thought i have while writing these

- you guys do be living rent free in my brain 0_0

- OH MY GOD ANYWAYS

- you best BELIEVE peter is at headquarters

- every

- fucking

- day

- YEAHYEAH

- now the whole reason for that is

- when you got back from the Cheeseburger Extravaganza! tony called peter and was like

"sup bitch"

- i'm kidding

"kid listen my niece needs a friend and at this point maybe even a boyfriend. she hasn't managed to pull anyone yet and you'd be a nice fit ANYWAYS come over tomorrow and show her around new york"

- now, hearing this, peter cannot breathe

- internal monologue be like holyhdhdjhksjdbfhitshitskjfdbjfk

- basically me

- my thoughts

- ✨always✨

- the inner snape in me just came out SORRY

- I JUST MADE MY SCREEN SMALL WHAT THEFUDBS

- oh i fixed it

- okay so YEAH

- peter wakes up next morning and pays SO MUCH ATTENTION TO THE WAY HE LOOKS

- puts on his best science pun tee (i love him so much wtf) and makes sure his hair is just right

- aunt may is like o_0

- Hmm...... something Hinky is going on!

(once you get your bearings, find the carpet that covers the taillight, peel back the carpet, make a fist, punch the taillight out the back of the car, thus creating a hole in the back of the automobile, then stick your little hand out and wave to oncoming motorists to let them know that something hinky is going on!)

- bae man john mulaney

- i can't hear or even fucking THINK of the word hinky without thinking of detective jj bittenbinder STREETSMARTS

- shut up! you're all gonna dieSTREETSMARTS

- guys i'm starting to think i have ADHD

- oh my god okay BACK TO THE FUCKING STORY COME ON KAMRYN

- writing my full/actual name on here felt weird as fuck. dunno how often i'll be doing that okay anyways

- peter gets to headquarters and is immediately met by thor

"ah, the spider!"

0_0

"sir stark said something about you coming today to show madam y/n around the city!"

- thor gives peter the biggest pat on the back and peter Does Not Know How To Act

"uh, yeah, that's um.. that's what i'm doing"

- thor smiles (the smile he gives hulk in that one scene in ragnarok makes me LOSE MY MIND it's so FUNNY)

- can my cat stop rubbing her face on my laptop goddamn

- I MADE MY SCREEN SMALL AGAIN WTF

- okay reset ANYWAYS

- take a shot every time i say anyways

- hi i'm editing this imagine rn and according to ctrl+f i wrote "anyways" 20 times. time to get blackout drunk and chug a bottle of perfume everyone!

- Not Me with the john mulaney reference Again!

- thor's like "go get em kid"

- peters like "y-yeah thanks"

- gets in the elevator and he's still so flustered and confused and anxious

- his voice fucking CRACKS when he asks friday to take him to your floor

- why is it so cute when boys' voices crack wtf

- when he reaches ur door his heart is like WANNA SEE SUM REAL SPEED? 4.0

- he just knocks quietly and ur like "yeah?"

- ohgodohfuckohgodohfuckohgodohfuck

- peter opens the door and the LOOK ON HIS FACE

- he (⊙ˍ⊙)

- as soon as you see him you go into Fight Or Flight ur like (ง •_•)ง...?

- but u regain ur composure cause ur a stark 😎

"oh, hi peter!"

"hey, um,"

- he like slowly walks in

- mans is So Unsure of what he's allowed to do

- ur just like My Man it is OKAY

"mr. stark- your uncle-"

- yes peter i know hes my uncle

"so i said to her, 'we've been married for three and a half years.' and she knew that."

no i will not stop with the john mulaney quotes do not even try me (Do Not Fuck With Me)

"told me to show you around new york today"

- ur like O Shit Okay?

- you already know tony is tryna pull some SHIT because this is deadass like the idk..... at LEAST tenth time you've been to new york??????

- you tell peter you'll be ready in a few and he just cautiously sits on your bed cause he's so unsure of everything (babey)

- the two of you talk about the whole story about you and tony and stuff

"so yeah then he moved to new york and i've just been visiting him for a week once a year"

"wait"

- you look over, aggressively shoving on ur shoes and peter's just Thinking

"if you've been here before then why does mr. stark want me to show you around"

- you shrug

"he's weird like that"

- so ANYWAYS (take a shot!)

- ur ready n stuff so the two of you leave

- sam is being himself ofc so he starts clapping for the two of you and whooping as you walk past

- bucky starts clapping too but he doesn't know what he's clapping for so he's just looking around like o_0? 👏

- (he eventually sees the two of you though and smiles SO BRIGHT)

- sam's like

"I KNOW THE TWO OF YOU JUST MET BUT DAMN Y/N'S BEEN NEEDING A MAN!"

- you turn and almost beat the Fuck out of that bird-man ur like:

┗|｀O′|┛

- WHY IS THT SO FUNYNJFDN

we ┗|｀O′|┛┗|｀O′|┛┗|｀O′|┛┗|｀O′|┛┗|｀O′|┛

WHAT THE FUCKDBGKDJFGNSKDJFNHEHAHHFSBJDFA

┗|｀O′|┛I'M WALKIN HERE!

- oh my god ANYWAYS (TAKE A SHOT)

- tony just chillin in the back with a smug look on his face

- so you guys just start walking through the streets and peter just points out random things

"this is where an old lady gave me a churro"

"right up there is where i did a flip for this guy at a hot dog cart"

"i hung a bike robber right here- oh shoot well like i didn't hang him but i like suspended him in the air.. with my web.... if you, uh, know what i'm sayingi'mgonnastoptalkingnow"

- ur like bitch if you keep acting like this (aka like yourself) imma start Acting Up

- it's Too Cute

- the two of you take the subway to get to queens so he can show you around His Area Of New York

- which is a whole experience cause it's

- the fucking

- subway

- in new york

- you see a subway rat and you get SO EXCITED

- the fucking brightest smile is on your face and peter just looks at you in awe because it's a fucking rat but for some reason you got so happy over it???????

- the subway car was PACKED AS HELL (aka peter. we all know it)

- (there's NO WAY peter's dick is small moving on)

- so the two of you are forced to hold onto the pole things

- and since cali doesn't have subways and subway poles are not something you generally see

- does it? i've never fucking been there i shouldn't be spitting facts that probably aren't actually facts

- for the sake of this imagine california does not have subways

😌

- you decide to Pull a Move and fucking wrap your leg around it, laughing as you spin slightly

- very ungracefully might i add

- we're talking about y/n. the Clumsy Messy Hair Bitch from every goddamn book on this app

- can we talk about how y/n is a whole ass character. like ask anyone who reads fanfic to describe y/n and they Would Not describe themselves DESPITE THE FACT THAT Y/N LITERALLY MEANS "YOUR NAME"

- anyways (two shots of vodka *glug glug*)

- peter gets slightly flustered at your stripper move but covers it up with a laugh

- something about The Way peter's holding onto the pole above ur head is VERY ATTRACTIVE

- now is the time to go look back at the gif i used for this imagine

"what's a camera like you doing in a place like this?"

- fuck you tom for being cute shut up

- the car stumbles and

- CLICHE MOMENT ALERT y'all know what's going on

- you stumble slightly and peter (speedy spidey reflexes) quickly grabs you by the waist to steady you

- AWKWARD MOMENT

- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

"thanks"

"oh- yeah, uh, no problem"

- he like... awkwardly pulls his hand away from your waist and suddenly his hand feels like a fucking lead balloon with No Purpose so he just stuffs it in his pocket because Pockets!

- you lowkey wish he'd kept his hand on your waist OOPS

- we desperate for human contact 😔

- the two of y'all get off the subway at his stop and as soon as you step out into the like Actual Street or Whatever you're like 😀 cause it's so PRETTY and it's peter's home so it's even more exciting

- you get lunch at delmar's (ofc)

- mr delmar kept making suggestive eyes between the two of you so you were like o_0

- but it was SO CUTE BECAUSE PETER AND MR DELMAR JUST HAD SUCH A CUTE RELATIONSHIP TOGETHER

- AND FUCKING MR DELMAR HAD THE BALLS TO GO

"supongo que ya no preguntarás por mi hija, eh?"

- WHICH

- IF YOU DON'T SPEAK SPANISH CAUSE I SURE AS HELL DON'T

- thank u google translate for the assistance😌

- TRANSLATES TO "guess you won't be asking about my daughter anymore, huh?"

como estas tu hija eh?

that'll be ten dollars

IT'S FIVE DOLLARS

- anyways (shots! shots! shots shots shots shots! shots!)

- ur like Bro Huh and peter's like NOTHING

- and fucking 🅱ETER

- this BITCH

- ALSO HAD THE BALLS TO FUCKING REPLY IN SPANISH

"ella es la hija del señor stark" (she's mr. stark's daughter)

- ngl you couldn't breathe for a second

- cause who The Fuck can when 🅱eter 🅱ucking 🅱arker speaks ESPAÑOL

- ????????????? WHO

- moving on (not saying a****** to give you a break from the shots you're welcome)

- you get your sandwiches and they fucking SLAP

- peter smiles SO HARD WHEN HE SEES YOUR REACTION CAUSE HE'S SO EXCITED THAT YOU LIKE HIS FAVORITE SANDWICH (not you saying "i'll have what he has" just because you were too busy thinking about him speaking spanish oops)

- the two of you share a bag of gummy worms

- overall 11/10 experience

- i got a bit carried away with that and we're running on over 3000 (rip) words here so i'm gonna hurry this up goodness fuck

- editing ryn here to say HAHA 3000 words little did i Fucking Know

- the two of you get back to headquarters and peter DROPS YOU OFF AT YOUR ROOM LIKE THE GENTLEMAN HE IS AND IT'S KINDA AWKWARD BECAUSE HOW ON EARTH WOULDN'T IT BE BUT HE'S SO CUTE SO IT'S OKAY

- ngl you lay on your bed for a second like "wait was that a date?"

- peter legit just walks to the end of the hallway before closing his eyes and leaning back against the wall, letting out a sigh

- he's like holy shit i need to stop getting so whipped over girls within less than 24 hours

- then fucking sir STANK rounds the corner

"hey, pete! how was showing short-circuit around?"

"oh, hi, uh, it was good"

- this boy is fucking Flustered As Hell

"good? good. what'd y'all do?"

"we, just, um, walked around and i showed her around queens, too"

- tony just looks at him for a second and is like damn this kid needs a break i'll lay off of him

- so like the Cool Guy he is he like awkwardly pats peter on the shoulder and walks over to your room

- u and tones have a convo about your day and you end up gushing about it a little bit OOPS

- tony is so proud of himself him and his egotistical ass Goodness

- a n y w a y s  ( t a k e  a  s h o t ! )

- peter ends up coming over everyday because It's Summer! and he has No Life!

- just thought i'd let you know that i have spent the last couple days binge watching bestdressed's videos and now everything i write down is being narrated by ashley

- actually fuck that everything i THINK is narrated by ashley

- also can we gush about her in the comments like she seems like the coolest person ever and like the big sister i never had and she's so open about her life and funny and quirky but in a good way and i just have So Much Respect For Her!!!!!!!!!!!

- and i want her apartment SO BAD I'M LITERALLY OBSESSED WITH IT

- THE FUCKING FIRE ESCAPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

- not me having a weird obsession with fire escapes ever since reading/writing peter parker fics which tend to involve them in some way or another

- SO YEAH peter's hanging around a lot

- at first it's a bit weird cause you're like..... You Don't Live Here.....??????????? but At This Point You Almost Do????????????????

- AIN'T NO COMPLAINTS THOUGH

- the two of you break the ice pretty quick

- the night of the day after peter showed you around (did that make any sense at all probably not) you were just chilling in your room watching uhhhhhhhhhhhhh

- let me think rq

- um okay uhhhhhh (bonus points to you if you read that in peter's voice)

- OKAY SO YOU'RE WATCHING LADY BIRD (bomb movie)

- fun fact time! i like saying "what you do is very baller" at random times because idk why but that line makes me laugh SO HARD

- timothee's character in general was just..... so............

- ????????????

- yeah so you're watching lady bird and peter passes your doorway cause he was "going on a walk"

- headass

- you see him and ur like o_0

"peter?"

- bitch fucking TRIPS

- oh u got me trippinnnnn oh stumblinnnnn oh flippinnnnnnn oh fumblinnnn oh

- clumsy cause i'm falling in ~love~

- are those the right lyrics? eh whatever

- CANADA EH

ah the serotonin.. okay MOVING ON

"y-yeah? oH hi y/n didntuhhhhhhh didn't see you there"

- he's casually scratching the back of his neck because he's nervy

"yeah, i'm, um..."

- YOU'RE NERVY TOO

- composure equals regained though bc stark. yeah!

- my thoughts are........ incoherent

"i'm watching lady bird, uh, if you wanna join"

- WATCH A MOVIE?

- WITH YOU?????????????????

- hells yeah!

"o-oh, yeah, sure"

- mans awkwardly waddles in and sits at the edge of your bed

"you can like... lay down, peter. i don't bite"

- he just awkwardly lays down and his side lightly presses against yours

- you have to shut your eyes for a second because MAN does unexpected contact from a boy have such a big effect on you

- not even kidding one of my guy friends patted me on the head as he walked past my desk and i DEADASS GOT BUTTERFLIES I WAS SO ASHAMED

- LIKE WHAT THE FUCK WHO ALLOWED THAT ???????????????

- so anyways (🥂)

- why isn't there a shot glass emoji this is discrimination (i'm kidding)

- the movie was great like

- you and peter would just laugh at random parts and eventually just started critiquing every little moment

- it ended up as a very great moment very nice very cool

- we like furthering our relationships with cute boys :D

- those of you who have been following the story (on my message board) abt the boy i'm talking to aka furthering my relationship with... yeahyeah!

- essentially you and peter start hanging out every day

- the Chemistry you have is Unmatched

- like you just clicked really well

- mainly y'all just watch tv in the commons

- you binge watch i'm not okay with this even though you've already seen it

- peter's like "so why do you like this show so much?"

- ur like 0_0 ... "the plot"

THE PLOT IN QUESTION: stanley barber

- who happens to give me peter parker vibes a little bit

- food network turns on and it takes you like five minutes tops to migrate to the kitchen

- the brownies y'all made did not turn out well

- bucky took a bite, made a face, then smirked

"you two put weed in here?"

- no, bitch, we just suck at baking

- lots of late night convos ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

- BIG ICEBREAKERS THERE

"wait so like... how big do you expect our dicks to be"

"peter what the fuck"

"i'm curious!"

- if you haven't had one of those convos with someone of the opposite gender... You Haven't Lived

- also why do guys like talking about their dicks so much???? the amount of comments they make about them during those convos.. meanwhile i'm just trying to figure out their personality 😔

- the two of you even spend time in the lab together

- this is when he sees ~short-circuit~ in action

- y'all are doing some dumbass experiment idk

- OOH IDEA

- so y'all are making ✨something✨ for an upgrade on peter's suit

- my idea was only half developed don't make fun of me

- and you make a Stunning Realization and fucking SPIN around in your chair to face peter

- ur just rambling making science-y smart connections and peters like holy shit she's a fucking genius of course she is how on earth did she just

- and then as you get further into your discovery you suddenly just cut off and stare into the distance with this Super Serious Look on your face

- THE WAY THAT AS I WROTE "SUPER" 1D WENT "I CAN'T BE NO SUPERMAN"

(but for you i'll be superhuman!)

- then you just SPIN AROUND in your chair and start working on the suit again

- peter's just like 0_0 for a moment

"huh, okay"

- it takes you a few seconds to realize he even said anything but then you look up and ur like 0_0 (we're gonna have to start taking a shot every time i use that face goodness fuck)

"what?"

"you short-circuited!"

- he's all giddy and smiley about it too cause he FINALLY UNDERSTANDS

"shut up, parker"

- peter Totally has a thing for being called parker i just know it

- MY CAT JUST JUMPED UP AND CLAWED ME

- greedy bitch

- AS I WAS SAYING...

- once you get in the ~thing~ that you designed for the suit

- okay i really need to think of an actual upgrade give me a min

- OKAY SO YOU MADE A VOICE CHANGER

- wow very cool, me! innovation that Excites!

- we're just gonna ignore the fact that the interrogation protocol has a voice changer got it? yeahyeah

- peter's like No Way when you tell him you finished it

- you slip on the mask and tell karen to activate the Grown Man Protocol (not peter being offended by the name)

- you start talking and immediately BUST OUT LAUGHING because you sound like Siri

- and since you're Hella Genius you made it so you could change the voices just like how siri is

- so suddenly you're a BRITISH MAN

- you and peter can't stop laughing

- you give it to peter and then you're like

"wait no try it on with the suit too"

- peter's like o_0?

"for effect!"

- walter beckett?

- TOM?

- okay whatever

- peter's like

"okay um i'm just gonna uh... change over here"

- you nod and turn around

- just the sound of his clothes hitting the ground itself gives you butterflies

- and then you realize

- you can deadass See Him Through The Reflection Of The Microscope

- is that even possible? for the sake of this imagine Yes

- your face gets SO HOT

- it's a very small reflective area thing so not a lot of detail but ENOUGH TO SHOW HIS TONED SEXY ASS PHYSIQUE

- fucking crush me peter please i beg it would be an honor

"i want you to do it so i can stomp you with my hooves, i'm so fucking crazy"

- (crazy for you, peter!)

"okay it's on"

- you practically BLAST around in your seat because the VOICE IS WORKING AND IT'S STILL BRITISH

- peter your tom is showing

- ngl though you couldn't stop thinking about how peter looked through the reflection and you didn't even want to THINK about how he would look-

...

- you know

- in all actuality you did want to think about it like think about it for literally the rest of your life if you could but we're gonna ignore that

- nonetheless the experience was Muy Bueno Very Fun and you and peter spent a solid hour just messing with the voices

- ALSO!!!!!!!!!! another plotline: WHEN PETER'S AT HEADQUARTERS FOR A LEGITIMATE REASON

- that reason being training

- let me just say

- even though he only trained twice during ur visit

- you fucking CHERISHED those moments

- because when peter told you the night before his training session that he would be training in the morning you were like Hmm...... I Need To See This

- so you deadass "take a walk" (Very Peter Of You) by the training room

- and ur met with the sight of this:

i hate him so fucking much

who the FUCK ALLOWED THIS i can't breathe

- you definitely take out your phone to snap a few pics DON'T EVEN LIE TO ME YOU WOULD

- ur camera is on live mode too 😌

- then you run away before you get caught but DAMN

- when you go back to your room you just Inspect those pics like a crazy person and keep replaying the live

- then u look at the time

"friday, when does peter's training end?"

"peter parker's training is scheduled to finish in two minutes"

- TWO MINUTES?

- SAY LESS!

- you check yourself in the mirror before ZOOMING downstairs and distracting yourself in the kitchen

- silently thanking the gods (thor?) that no one was in the kitchen when you got there

- (hi i'm getting carried away with this mini plot so just like don't mind it)

- (carried away as in i really really did get carried away LOL)

- you're like what the fuck i can't just Stand Here in the Middle of the Kitchen so you grab some strawberries from the refrigerator and start cutting them up (they just Taste Better that way don't fight me) for a "snack"

THE SNACK IN QUESTION: peter

- yeah ❤

- just as you pop one into your mouth peter walks in to get a glass of water

- now let me just set the scene:

you: mouth in a weird 'o' shape as your mouth forgets how to chew because fucking peter just walked in peter: curly hair a sweaty mess, skin glistening with sweat, wearing black shorts and a gray tank top which Just Fucking Ends You, his usual adorable baby face, oh and he's also panting cause he's fucking exhausted and now you're also out of breath because damn that is Hot strawberries: chopped

"oh, hi y/n"

- the fucking PANTING

- why is breathing heavy so hot?

- i think we all know

"hey, peter"

- shoutout to your stark genes for giving you fake confidence whenever you need it

"want any strawberries?"

- he fucking chugs half of his water just Right In Front Of You

the jawline i hate him so much can he shut up right now like genuinely please shut the fuck up goodness fucking gracious tom

jk please step on me

- he swallows and has Finally Caught his Breath

"oh, yeah, thank you"

- he just walks over to you

- as if he doesn't look the way he does

- and just grabs a strawberry and pops it into his mouth

- nonchalantly or whatever

- you pray to THOR he can't hear your heart as it fucking SLAMS AGAINST YOUR STERNUM

- it's beating so fast it's like LET ME OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- he hums

"strawberries taste so much better after training"

- you know what would taste better after training?

- lol

"thank you for the snack, i'm gonna go shower now"

- he elbows you and smiles lightly

- you almost can't speak because it's all Far Too Much for you to handle rn

"no problem, peter"

- as if you weren't having a heart attack okay

- i really got caught up in that but WHATEVER

- ladies and gents we are running on over 5k words at this point holy shit

- SO I'M GONNA START WRAPPING THIS UP A LITTLE

- basically you and peter become good friends by the end of your trip

- and then

- the dreaded

😔

- time to leave, bros

- the night before is kinda weird cause you and peter are just hanging out on the roof of headquarters because why not

"leaving new york usually doesn't feel as weird as this"

- peter looks over at you

- btw at this point 🅱eter is Beyond Whipped so he's fucking SAD that you're going home

"what do you mean?"

- the two of you share a look and it's very sad because you both know that you've become really good friends and both want a bit more

- part of you considers being a baddie and just trying to like at LEAST kiss him tonight (maybe more wink wink) so you could at least have that before you go but you chicken out

- the two of you say goodbye that night because your flight is at the Crack of Dawn

- he awkwardly pulls you in for a hug and suddenly you deeply consider locking yourself in your room so nobody can make you leave

- and then you remember vision can fucking Hover through walls and you're like Well Damn!

- you hug him tightly (a bit too tight yeah maybe)

- when you pull apart this Bitch literally goes

"well it was nice meeting you"

- you CAN'T FUCKING HOLD IT IN AND JUST MAKE THE MOST OBSCENE LAUGHING NOISE

"peter we spent a week together and you're acting like we had a 5 minute encounter"

"i don't know how to act!"

- me neither, peter. me neither

- so you leave in the morning and you're fucking UPSET

- tony is in the car with you and happy and he WONT STOP TALKING ABOUT YOU AND PETER BECAUSE YOU SPENT AT LEAST HALF OF YOUR TIME WITH HIM

- YOU'RE LIKE SHUT UP I'M GOING THROUGH A HEARTBREAK OVER A BOY I'VE KNOWN FOR SEVEN DAYS

- aren't we all

- your goodbye to tony is sad but like Not Even As Sad as your goodbye with peter which is KINDA MESSED UP BUT

- the heart wants what it wants

- and just when you get on the plane

- is when you realize

- you and peter didn't get each other's numbers

...

- Wtf 💔

- so THE WHOLE PLANE RIDE IS SAD

- YOU LISTEN TO MUSIC AND DRAMATICALLY LOOK OUT THE WINDOW LIKE UR IN A SAD MUSIC VIDEO FOR HALF THE FLIGHT

- YOU ALSO REWATCH LADY BIRD :,(((((((((((((((((((((((( in remembrance of the good old times

- when you get home you're like kinda happy to be home but you miss new york and tony and peter and everyone So Much

- even ur mom notices she's like 🤨 Hmm... this Ain't The Usual!

- so this is where the request ended off but i'm adding to it because i do Not want to leave this on an angsty note

- I'M ABOUT TO HIT 6K WORDS BUT IT'S FINE

- LET'S CRANK THIS OUT WOOT WOOT

- so peter just so happens to wake up that morning and SIT UP VERY QUICKLY AS IT HITS HIM

- (ur like on ur flight probably zooming over the Goddamn Midwest)

- he has the same realization that you did

"may!"

- the woman RUNS in she's like WHATISEVERYTHINGOKAYAREYOUOKAY

"i just realized i didn't get y/n's number"

- woman melts she's like i thought you were fucking DYING goddamn spider bitch boy

- but then she melts even more because she didn't even need peter to tell her how Whipped he is

"awh, i'm sorry hon"

- next time peter goes to headquarters he talks to tony and the mans just like This Is Your Fault!

- but then nat pops in

"peter, you do realize you could probably find her on social media, right"

- moment of silence for you and peter's stupidity because somehow Neither Of You Thought Of That???????????

- rip

- as soon as he leaves from training (looking Sexy As Hell) he searches your name on instagram

- "y/n stark"

- and nothing shows up

- because you never told him your actual last name because IT NEVER CAME UP

- he just assumed it was stark cause why wouldn't he

- SO HE'S LIKE :,)

- until his next time at headquarters

"mr. stark i couldn't find her on instagram"

- tony's like i really got this kid hooked huh

"pretty sure she has one, pete"

"well i looked her up! y/n stark. nothing"

- then tony's like oHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

"kid, her last name's l/n."

- peter just sits there like 0_0 for a second before it all ties together in his head and makes sense

"oh my god"

- SO HE GETS YOUR INSTAGRAM

- he definitely looks through all his posts and deletes a few embarrassing ones before requesting to follow you

INSTAGRAM peterbparker has requested to follow you.

- you SHOOT UP IN YOUR BED

- NOBODY MOVE

- you do the same thing peter did and look through all your posts and delete a few before accepting his request

- and then you request back and he immediately accepts it

- commence the hour of stalking!

- the two of you just fucking Investigate each others' accounts before peter's like O Shit! i should Probably message her!

peterbparker: Right after you left I realized I forgot to get your number

- kinda awkward but your heart is RACING you're like AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

- the two of you begin talking and get each other's numbers and snapchats and whatever

- over time the two of you get really close over the internet like

- you become the first ones you go to when you see a dog or get food at a cool place or see a funny meme/tiktok or just like have a problem in general or want to talk

- and ofc you gush about him to your friends and they're like

- Girl... u really fell for a New York Boy Huh

- after a few months you finally muster up the courage to facetime him

- you almost Collapse once his face shows up because guess the fuck what

- he just finished training

- mua ha haaaa

"hello!"

- he says it all goofy like hi hello we're facetiming now holy shit oh FUCK we're FACETIMING!!!!!!?????!?!?!?!?

- i luv him

- the two of you talk for a bit and you fan yourself off-screen because the sight of him Genuinely made you light on fire and plus you were just nervous in general

- he even runs around the entire fucking building to find everyone so you can say hi cause he's babey

- the team DEFINITELY yells stuff like "lovebirds!" and "date already!" in the background and peter's face just gets So Red

- he finds tony and deadass goes

"mr. stark! it's your niece!"

- tony's like No Shit!

- overall amazing 100/10 time facetiming

- so the two of you start facetiming practically every day even though it's not summer anymore and you're back in school and have hella busy lives (peter's literally a superhero?)

- you'll facetime while doing homework and he'll help you with physics (even though you don't really need the help you pretend you do anyways) and it's so cute when he does because he Loves physics so much so he gets really excited and into it

- sometimes you'll fall asleep while on ft and he'll take screenshots

- ngl he set his favorite one as his lockscreen because he loved it so much and ned and mj definitely saw it and were lowkey like 🥺🥺 cause they ship you two so hard

- and when he'd fall asleep on ft you'd take screenshots too and look at them every time you missed him

- NOW THE EXCITING PART

- so it's winter now

- the Horrible Disgusting period between thanksgiving and christmas break

- because of finals the two of you facetime a bit less so it's kinda sad

- BUT THEN

- right when you get out of school for christmas break you're about to call peter so the two of you can celebrate (not peter checking the time every few minutes after he got out of school because he's a couple hours ahead)

- somebody's got a surprise

- you get a call from peter right when you get into your car and you're like Perfect Timing Hell Yeah

- you answer it and are met with the sight of him and tony smiling at the camera

*immediately screenshots it*

"oh, hi tony!"

"we have a surprise"

- peter's like bouncing from excitement and tony gives him a look before starting to talk

"we're fl-"

"WE'RE FLYING YOU TO NEW YORK FOR CHRISTMAS!"

- peter interrupts and tony looks so defeated but YOU BARELY EVEN NOTICE BECAUSE YOU'RE SO EXCITED

- tony explains everything cause he worked it out with your parents (y'all are just gonna celebrate early)

- (tony doesn't say this but deadass the reason ur parents even let you is because they know how much you wanna go back mainly to see peter)

- eventually tony leaves the two of you alone to talk and you're just in your car in the school parking lot practically yelling at your phone as you and peter talk about how excited you are

"and you can finally meet may-"

"may!"

"yes, may! and we can go back to delmar's and see murph-"

"murph!"

- peter can't stop smiling cause you're so excited and you look so cute cause you're Trying Your Best to get out of the parking lot while maintaining excitement

"can we go see times sq- MOTHERFUCKER GET OUT OF THE WAY JESUS CHRI- sorry peter i didn't mean to explode"

- if anything that made you even cuter in his eyes

- you and peter facetime while you pack and neither of you can handle your excitement AT ALL

- the night before you leave you're both in your beds across the country just talking quietly to each other over the phone and it's like the quiet cute excitement because you're seeing each other in less than 24 hours and you're both so so whipped by each other and just Cannot Wait

- it's really late ESPECIALLY for peter since he's ahead of you but he doesn't care at ALL

- so y'all are just whispering to each other

"i'm so excited, pete"

"i know, me too"

"i'm not gonna know how to act"

"me neither. you're not allowed to make fun of how awkward i am, okay?"

"peter, you being awkward is cute"

- the two of you can barely sleep from excitement but you fall asleep (on ft ofc) with smiles on your faces

- as soon as you wake up you text peter and you're like GO GO GO (spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬)

- you call him one last time while you're waiting at the gate

"i think i'm gonna pee myself"

"well if you do at least clean yourself up before i get there"

- his LAUGH

- the boyish laugh that FUcking Ends Me

"i'm still so amazed at how i managed to convince mr. stark to let me pick you up"

- you can't stop smiling especially at the thought of peter DRIVING (hot as FUCK)

"you'd better be a good driver, peter"

"it's fine, the car has autopilot so we won't die"

"glad to hear it, pete- oh sHIT my plane's boarding"

- peter FREAKS OUT

"have a safe and amazing flight and text me when you land, okay?"

"i will peter, thank you. see you in new york"

"see you in new york"

- y'all say that in the most Giddy Way (literally how could you not)

- you're bouncing in your seat the whole flight and the dude next to you is like o_0

- the SECOND you land you text peter

y/n: IM HERE IM HERE WE JUST LANDED ILL BE OFF THE PLANE IN A FEW MINUTES

- peter's sitting in this Far Too Expensive Car and he's just bouncing in his seat cause he has so much pent up energy

- he gets the text and that's when it really settles in

- he starts freaking out a little and like constantly checks himself in the rearview mirror and starts playing the playlist the two of you made together (puppy eyes) and makes sure he smells good

- then he sees you walk out out of the airport looking really excited and tired and confused

- mans JUMPS OUT OF THE CAR

"y/n!"

- you see him and ur literally smiling SO HARD

- you run at him, suitcase flopping around and backpack nearly falling off of your shoulders

- but you look so cute and peter can't handle it especially when the two of you finally make contact and your arms wrap around him

- he squeezes you so tight and even lifts you off the ground cause he's Strong and Excited

- that sounded a bit sexual OOPS

- you can't even process the fact that you're finally back in peter's arms after half a year and now you're literally so much closer than you were when you left new york last summer

- when you pull apart you can't stop looking at each other and just smiling giddily

- your arms are still like holding onto each other

- what finally breaks you is a fucking Ungodly gust of wind and you're like

"holy shit winter here is a lot colder than cali"

"oH, right, uh we have blankets in the car"

- the two of you just take another few seconds to look at each other until it gets a bit awkward and you clear your throats

"i can take your bag?"

"yeah, thanks"

- you watch his muscles flex as he lifts your suitcase into the back and you're like i hate this man

- this GENTLEMAN even RUNS OVER TO YOUR SIDE AND OPENS YOUR DOOR FOR YOU BEFORE YOU GET THE CHANCE

- you MELT

- when you sit down he closes the door for you and you're hit with the sound of your shared playlist and the car smells like peter's scent and it's AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

- when he gets into the driver seat (which was very attractive to watch) you're just staring at him excitedly

"you put on our playlist!"

"why wouldn't i?"

- he smiles at you before reaching back and getting the blankets for you, also turning on your seat heater to make sure you're comfy

- mans just watches you as you shift around, buckling in and getting your backpack situated at your feet

- by the time you're all ready and stuff you look over and he's just looking at you

"pete-"

"would it be too soon for me to kiss you?"

- AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

- it takes you a second to process but you're like OH MY GODKFSDKNFSK

"yeah, peter, it would"

- your serious tone RUINS PETER

- HE'S LIKE OH MY GOD WHY DID I ASK THAT WHY DO I EXIST

- until you laugh and wrap a hand around the back of his neck, pulling him to you and planting your lips on his

- (AAAAAAAAAAHDKSJDFHSKJDFBKSDJGNSDKJFNADSJKABBJFS)

- bonus: the two of you are just singing in the car and (peter looks so hot when he's driving anyways) peter suddenly goes silent and you're like "what" and he just glances at you before going "is it bad that i really want to pull over so i can kiss you again?"

- double bonus: he pulls over and y'all makeout LOL

+ + +

holy FUCK i got so so carried away but i really like this one soooooo

OKAY HERE'S MY LITTLE THANK YOU NOTE IN HONOR OF THE 50TH IMAGINE AAAAAAAAAA: you GUYS. when i started this book it was literally just me being like "i'm in love with this fictional boy and need an outlet and have FAR too many ideas," which is really how every fanfic writer starts tbh. but oh my god, i never expected to get so much love and support and just such an amazing experience from this. there are people all over the world that read my chaotic fluffy shit, that are actually touched by my work and it legitimately blows my mind. 180k reads in almost a year? like 250 followers? INSANE. i've made so many friends on here that i can come to when i have no one in my real life to talk to and every time i reach out, you guys are here for me and so incredibly supportive and helpful and amazing. i love each and every comment you guys post on my works. they make me laugh so hard and are so beyond sweet and make my heart melt. some of them blow my mind cause you guys will be like "omg hi you responded oh my god i love your work" and like hype me so much and i'm like BRUH!!!! i'm literally just a stressed out, anxiety ridden teenage girl in love with peter parker lol and the fact that you guys support me so much and love my work just truly makes me so happy. i love writing and i love that my writing has reached other people, even if it's literally just silly fanfiction. I APPRECIATE AND LOVE YOU GUYS WITH EVERYTHING IN ME AND EVEN IF I DON'T REPLY TO YOUR COMMENT I SEE IT AND YOU GUYS MAKE ME SMILE AND AAAAAAAAAAAKJSDFNKJDF <33333333333333

okay now i have 5 more requests to write HAHA but i hope u guys are having an amazing day/night/whatever and that ur drinking enough water and eating enough and staying happy and healthy <3 MWAH!

[robertsbarbie-archive]

Hey! So for some reason as I sat on my bathroom floor cleaning out the stuff under the sink I got this idea to make small playlists for people instead of a follow thing or in Kahoots with it? and want to fill their new year with maybe some new music or whatever and yeah. So these are all playlists for you guys that reminded me of you or songs I just think you’d like💕 (this is also why I’ve been so annoying the last couple of days asking about what streaming services you use)(also I love stupid jokes so be prepared)

Now please enjoy my suffering:

@sweetertayfiction : Asif, HEY LISTEN HERE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I FEEL LIKE IVE KNOWN YOU FOR YEARS YOU WERE PROBABLY MY FIRST FRIEND ON HERE YOURE AN ANGEL HAVE A GREAT YEAR

@bisexualgorgeous : Hannah, I don’t know where to start, not gonna lie I was so intimidated by you and your talent but since we’ve become friends I’ve come to realize that you’re such an amazing genuine person with a scary amount of talent who I am overjoyed to be friends with. (Also fun fact the first edit that “made it big” for me was one that you reblogged and complimented and that still means the world to me. And thank you for taking a chance on me with daily Taylor edits)

@spendsmychange : Ellie, We’re both each other’s biggest fans. I love you so much. Your personality and talent is top notch. I’d burn at the stake for you and I hope you know how much you mean to me.

@getaway-car : Han, Throwback to when I had a stroke when you followed me cause I had looked up to you for so long and couldn’t believe you followed me. You’ve made me feel so appreciated. You’re so amazing in every way. Also, YOUR EDITS ARE SO FUCKING GOOD AHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE THEM AND YOU NUMBER ONE HAN STAN FOR LIFE

@battledemo : Han, I don’t even know what to say. You mean so much to me. And being able to rant or talk about music with someone who gets it I don’t think I’d be able to give enough thanks. You’re probably my best friend, Han. I love you and would do anything for you 💕

@ciwyw2 : Maggie, HEY REMEMBER WHEN WE MET AND NOTHJNG IN THE WORLD CAN TOP THAT. But for reals you’re unreal, you helped me with my concert anxiety, you’re so funny and nice, out conversations are the best (also I see you reblogging my old crappy edits) rep tour kc will always be my favorite concert cause of you

@taylorsnewdress : Tori, HEY DID YOU KNOW YOURE GORGEOUS AND I ABSOLUTELY ADORE YOU???? CAUSE I JUST WANNA SCREAM IT ALL DAY EVERDAY AT YOU

@diamondseaside : Tina, my New Years resolution is to make you believe I am Taylor Swift also hey did you know that I absolutely adore you in every way?

@ikywts : Raquel, Hello angel. Wow. Idk what to say. I just love you and you make my heart feel safe

@tshifty : Kristin, you are so fucking smart. Sorry, I just felt like I needed to say that. Because you are and the way you handle things is a plus. You’re also talented, funny, and just overall a great person. I’m so glad I’ve come to know you better.

@partayswiftie : Ash, I’m still bitter you walked past me multiple times at kc. (But that doesn’t mean that I don’t love you and that I don’t think you’re one of the most amazing things to ever exist cause I do. ALSO J TOLD YOU YOUD MEET TAYLOR BEECH)

@friendlyneighborhoodpegacorn : Emma, my biggest life regret is not meeting you at KC. I can only attest if to the fact that you don’t exist cause you’re peak humanity with talent beauty and humor and also Play With My Cats is on a whole other level of humanity so that’s all the evidence I need.

@lfthiswasamovie : Em, Have I screamed that I love you at you enough? Cause I do and being your secret Santa was just the best and no matter what I’m hear for you angel.

@fearlessthealbum : Emily, I still need to get you Fearless mercy sorry I forgot bb. Also, how is one person as hysterical as you?

@itsdarkandalltoquiet : Ruby, you are a very non annoying child and ily

@colorsinautumnsobright : Autumn, you’re so kind and intelligent and always trying to light up others lives I love you so much.

@teardropsonmyguitar : AMANDA, I feel like you need your own post tbh you have been so amazing and getting to know you has been a gift. FIRST BURN SLAPS SO THANKS FOR THAT. I’m really not sure what to say, but I love you have a great new year.

@lovemademecrazys : Vicki, The only thing prettier than your edits is you and your soul. You’re so amazing.

@bleachellataylor : April, I have more Bleachella memes happy new year

@millionlittleshiningstars12 : Adrian, you’re so amazing and I’m so glad we’ve grown closer

@imhereonthekitchenfloor : Catherine, PRETZEL QUEEN, I looked for pretzel songs and couldn’t find any I’m sorry (I didn’t try that hard cause I’m tired but I tried) I’m here for you forever I love you you pretzel angel

@1989deluxe : Nikita, I love you more than you love sad beautiful tragic

@nowcanwebabes : Katie, you’re an actual goddess I love you

@bunchsrebecca : Miranda, LISTEN BEECH YOU ARE SO FUNNY CREATIVE AND TALENTED AND IM SO GALD WE MET AND GET TO CONTINUE BEING BERDS TOGETHER ABOUT THINGS LIKE CRAZY EX GIRLFRIEND AND MUSICALS I LOVE YOU BYE

@beginagain : Julia, okay this isn’t a note for Julia this is a note for y’all GO READ JULIAS BOOK ON WATTPAD ITS SO GOOD IM ACTUALLY IN LOVE SHES SO TALENTED AHHHHHHH

@thslove : Kathryn, A Place in This World is a good song you’re just mean

@heartsremainbreakable : Sarah, you have taught me so much I’m so grateful for people like you in the world. I love you enjoy the new year.

@ialmostdos : Sarah, I love getting to see your amazing face everyday through Snapchat and your personality is one of the best.

@swiftie-in-red : Rainey, You’re so nice and we have so many common interests I’m so glad to have met you and can’t wait to talk more about Percy Jackson

@fearlessplatiumedition : Rachel, I 👏 LOVE 👏 YOU 👏 SO MUCH YOURE AMAzing

@eyesoqen : Karli, (yours will come later) you’re such a blessing to this Earth and I’m glad I get to exist at the same time as you

@ours-ssong : Elisabeth, (yours will come later) don’t tell Ruby but your my favorite child. I love you so much and seeing you grow throughout the year in so many things has been amazing. Also y’all did you know she decorates cakes! It’s so cool! She’s really good.

@thatonedollar : Siya, (yours will come later) Talk about heaven on earth, you’re such a caring angel and you have been there for me through some of my worst moments this year I love you so much.

Okay, so happy New Year! Y’all have made this one to remember if I forgot anyone I am so sorry, I lost a few brain cells doing this but just know that I love you to infinity plus one(also for people who got joke ones -its pretty easy to tell- I’m making you an actual one lol) and for anyone who would just like a random playlist these are some of my faves.

Please ignore typos I haven’t slept since Thursday (if that) love y’all.

[taeverie]

Until Next Time—01 [m]

[4:38 AM] Jimin: film yourself for me

[4:38 AM] You: Ur kidding

[4:38 AM] Jimin: do it

[4:38 AM] Jimin: i know the day just started but do you know what i’m craving for breakfast?

[4:38 AM] Jimin: i want to get a taste of your heaven

Synopsis: Who would have guessed that a stranger you met through an online game would quickly escalate into a cyber fuck buddy?

Pairing: Jimin x Reader // Gaming!AU

Genre: Smut & a dash of humor

Word Count: 5k

Includes: sexting/phone sex, dirty talk

Parts: 01 || 02 || 03

A/N: oh man, i can’t believe this is showing its light again either

[10:22:05 PM] erectchim: um. who are you

[10:22:13 PM] seokjinsaga: has left the server.

It starts with a swarm of messages from unrecognizable usernames, one stranger flooding after another. You get a sudden impulse to turn back and explain to the other players that you made a typo in the server name, admitting it is all a mistake, but you freeze when your cursor hovers over the chat bar. All you have to do is exit the game but you choose not to and surprisingly, you hold no regrets.

[10:22:20 PM] erectchim: this is a private server

[10:22:29 PM] erectchim: how did you get in here?

[10:22:48 PM] moonmoon (you): what the hell

[10:25:32 PM] erectchim: what kind of dumb ign is moonmoon

You freeze and ponder the bombardment of messages, roaming the snowy map in hopes of your friend showing up in the server. You remain silent for the most part, allowing their messages to build upon one another as you wander from cabin to hut in the game. A part of you hopes your friend makes the same typo you have to hop in and carry the lead- she doesn’t and she is the one who has dragged you to play this vapid game in the first place. The surrounding players slip from your mind until that same user addresses you again.

[10:25:32 PM] erectchim: wait, moonmoon

[10:25:32 PM] erectchim: what are you, twelve?

[10:25:32 PM] moonmoon: Excuse me?

[10:25:32 PM] moonmoon: Ur one to talk with an ign called erectchim

The moment you reply to “erectchim” the other competitors jump into the convo, each one inquiring you on your identity.

[10:37:02 PM] goldenkook: who the fuck are you?

[10:37:32 PM] minGenius: What the hell, I thought this was a private server.

[10:38:00 PM] Taetosterone: hey, add me!

[10:38:02 PM] rapjoon: has left the server.

[10:38:09 PM] minGenius: has left the server.

[10:38:26 PM] Taetosterone: i still want you to add me

[10:38:29 PM] goldenkook: has left the server.

[10:38:30 PM] Taetosterone: has sent you a friend request.

[10:38:34 PM] Taetosterone: has invited you to join the guild ‘penetration station.’

[10:38:45 PM] Taetosterone: has left the server.

You are rendered speechless as you enter the towering, run-down building as a safety net, the bright crimson of the number zero on the top of the screen to indicate you have no kills; however, you have gained seven deaths from the opposing team within such a short amount of time. You guide your character through the facility and the room dims up when you pass the front office. You feel like you found the safe spot in there game, a standstill where no competitors can find you, but the circuit within quickly breaks and the whole hallway begins to flicker dull, yellow beams. You pan the field view to the left and find another player with the username “erectchim” twirling above its hooded head with a glock in hand. You glide your cursor on top of his avatar, right clicking his profile to have another sheer window open on the side, revealing his divine statistics. You notice he is inspecting your empty profile as well from the lack of motion in his character. About to comment on how long he has been wasting daylight on such a game, something else catches your eye.

[10:40:12 PM] moonmoon: I thought ur ign was horrible but what the fuck is a penetration station

[10:40:22 PM] erectchim: i’m glad you asked

[10:40:30 PM] erectchim: it’s a closed guild filled with a couple of the top players in this game

[10:40:44 PM] moonmoon: So why the fuck did i get an invite

[10:40:49 PM] erectchim: …

[10:40:58 PM] moonmoon: From taetosterone

[10:41:16 PM] erectchim: delete it

Your eyes roam across his two messages over and over while you wonder what would happen if you committed the opposite of his request. It isn’t like you are tied down to this game forever and your friend is not even in the same server as you. Of course you have to attempt your own definition of fun.

[10:41:55 PM] moonmoon: has joined the guild ‘penetration station!’

[10:42:04 PM] erectchim: i am going to fucking kill you

By then you no longer care that you are pestering “erectchim” because his reactions always make you cackle, brightening your night completely. He constantly shadows your jumpy avatar that has no armor whatsoever to protect its health, stabbing the incoming enemies that cross your path for the sole purpose of protecting his guild’s reputation. His patience runs low the second your character falls into the white blankets of your seventeenth death.

[11:00:11 PM] erectchim: you fucking suck at this game leave our guild you kid

[11:00:32 PM] moonmoon: Im not a fucking kid

[11:00:37 PM] erectchim: you sure know how to act like one

[11:00:56 PM] erectchim: hit your command key

[11:00:59 PM] moonmoon: Why?

[11:01:04 PM] erectchim: to turn on your mic

Is he joking? He wants to hear your voice to confirm that you are not a nettlesome child?

[11:03:57 PM] erectchim: hello? turn on your mic

[11:05:29 PM] moonmoon: I ran out of ammo

[11:05:36 PM]  erectchim: what a shame. how about you turn on your mic now?

[11:05:42 PM] moonmoon: Fuck off and shut up

[11:05:54 PM]  erectchim: what was that?

Aware that he would drag this on for the rest of the match until you fulfill his request, you hit the command key to switch on your mic. He hears you clear your throat as you brace for his reaction. “I said shut up!”

His reaction is instantaneous, pure shock striking him down to the core as you toss his expectations down the drain. He takes a few seconds to comprehend the sound of your voice, tired eyes widening and jaw dropping.

[11:06:07 PM]  erectchim: holy shit

[11:06:11 PM]  erectchim: you’re a chick?

[11:06:58 PM] moonmoon: Ur turn, turn on ur mic now

[11:07:09 PM] erectchim: you’d have to add me on skype for that ;)

[11:07:14 PM] erectchim: @parkjxmn.95

You could turn down his proposition and shut off your laptop to call it a night, but there is something coasting your mind to add this alluring stranger back. Unexpectedly, you do and that is only the intro to each other’s game.

[11:07:36 PM] moonmoon: Fine

You hesitantly switch windows to Skype, messages from your cousin swamping you incomings. Leaving them unread, you hit the add button, typing his user one by one until his name pops up along with other similarities. “parkjxmn.95: Park Chimchim.”

Snapping the grey button to send a request, he accepts it within an instant as if he was waiting for your invitation the entire time. You inch forward in the cushions of your seat when you see a box with a reflection of your face appear, mimicking every movement- “Park Chimchim is requesting to video call…”

You whisper to yourself, a frown ghosting upon your face. “You have to be fucking kidding me.”

You slam your hand on the space bar in expectations of declining the call, but the automatic select is on that daring green button and causes your microphone to jitter on, white light of the webcam flicker to work, and reveals the features of your face that is being illuminated by your only source of light: the computer screen.

He sits upon his comfortable throne, body wrapping in a maroon blanket and a black tee draping upon his body. Taking a small sip of water, his eyes fall onto the blinding monitor and the moment you accept the call, he chokes and slams the glass down, hand flying to his mouth to shield his harsh coughs.

“Um,” you observe his figure that is clearly in disposition, “are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he says in between rough hacks, “I- This was uncalled for.”

You giggle and raise the volume on your computer so he can be more audible. “Why? You’re the one who called me.”

“I know, it’s just that I- you’re really freaking pretty,” he admits, softly pounding on his chest. “Wow, and you have nice lips.”

The corners of your lips tug into a slim smile, his flustered behavior emitting a small fit of laughter from you. He props his chin in his palm, eyes gazing at the screen as you mirror that same action to take in his appearance. His washed out blonde hair is like a plush made of golden feathers, eyes crinkling to two crescent moons because he has the look of regale on his face, and chiseled features perfect to the core as if he is sculpted by a Renaissance artist.

He watches you take a deep breath and exhale, the gust blowing a few strands of hair away from your face where a faint pout is beginning to bloom. He catches himself staring, shuddering his body to lean back in his seat. “Ah, I’m Jimin.”

“Y/N,” you let out with a quirk of your lips, “it’s nice to, uh, meet you…?”

“It didn’t seem like it earlier in game,” he jests and drags every fraction of his willpower to hold back his noteworthy remarks.

“Well my bad, you’re the one who mocked my username.”

He chuckles and switches the window back to the FPS, carrying the conversation. “I’m sorry you made the stupid choice of moonmoon. Now get back on the game, I’m going to restart our server.”

“Fine-” you drag your mouse to return to the channel- “and I thought I was only going to play this game once.”

“Why?” He asks and you see him nudge your avatar with its glock.

You close his avatar window and begin to search for any sort of exit within the facility, the flickering lights beginning to give you an eerie feeling along with the rummaged office supplies and disheveled desks. “My friend dragged me in for the bonus items and she isn’t even here.”

His character appears in your field of view, turning around twice to notion you to follow him out the shattered window. “That’s so sad,” he chuckles, “follow me.”

He leads your personifier and his out of the building and catches a few snipes here and there, making sure your character doesn’t reach its twentieth death. The two of you camp out behind a wall of towering shrubs and growing vines that stretch on looming trees. “Let me teach you how to play,” he says but it comes out more as a strict command.

Jimin’s voice is soothing as he walks you through the basics of the FPS, teaching you how to exchange weapons and guiding you to the shadowing parts of the map. Under his guidance it doesn’t take long for you to gain your first kill. Your yelp of excitement causes a smile to blossom on his face. It is only supposed to be one match then you hit the sack, but hours quickly stretch and one becomes two, three, until you hit the eighth at the crack of the night.

“Okay, okay,” you sigh and blink your tired eyes, officially exiting the game to call it a night, “I think I should head to bed now.”

He pouts and closes the window when he sees the green activity button next to your username flicker red. “It’s only 3:36 AM.”

You watch the unhappiness creep on his face but lethargy drowns out everything else. “I still can’t believe you’re in the same timezone as me, good night.”

“Wait!” He stops you from clicking the vermillion button to end the call, “Give me your number.”

At this point of the night you are sure that he thinks he is dreaming. “What the fuck, no, I just met you.”

“Really?” He asks twice to confirm, raising his phone as his eyes glue to the screen, thumbs flying over the pad.

You exert an exaggerated grunt. “Yes, good-bye.”

“Okay, but check your phone before you go to bed.”

Too drained to reply, you end the call and hop into the comfort of your bed, allowing the satin sheets to drape above you while sinking into your mattress. You tug the blankets to your chin, arm reaching across the bed to retrieve your phone on the desk. You have one new message from an unknown number. Hesitant, you open it.

[3:42 AM] Unknown: hi it’s jimin

You stare at the same three words as if they are going to disappear the longer you hope for such a thing to occur. Those three grey dots appear and disappear over and over, Jimin contemplating what words to say.

[3:43 AM] Unknown: i know you didn’t want to give me your number but it was on your skype profile

[3:43 AM] Unknown: i thought it would be kind to ask first

[3:44 AM] You: Fuck off and go to bed

[3:44 AM] Jimin: take your own advice

[3:44 AM] You: I took a nap earlier so its hard

[3:44 AM] Jimin: jeez, fine. good night and sweet dreams

[3:45 AM] Jimin: talk to you in a few hours

You roam your social media for a couple tens of minutes, allowing the effort of browsing to tire you out until your bright eyes are now dark and drooping. Your thumb rests on the lock button ready to shut out the light to really bring it all to a close, but then you get another sudden text.

[4:07 AM] Jimin: idk if you’re sleeping or not

[4:07 AM] Jimin: you probably are and i just want to tell you that you’re really pretty

[4:07 AM] Jimin: and that from what i saw you have a nice body

[4:08 AM] Jimin: i’d like to webcam again later if that’s alright

[4:08 AM] Jimin: well, to talk of course. unless you want to do more as well

[4:08 AM] Jimin: i mean

[4:10 AM] Jimin: fuck

[4:10 AM] Jimin: sorry i’m kinda hard right now

[4:11 AM] You: I said go the fuck to sleep

You knew there was something off with Jimin when you first met on the game, but you wouldn’t expect him to be as open as he is right now.

[4:12 AM] Jimin: i will if you help me out :)

[4:12 AM] You: Living up to your username, erectchim, i see

[4:13 AM] Jimin: i can send an example as well if you want

His flirty jests capture your attention, warm feeling rising in your stomach as you turn to your side to pull on the lamp switch. Who would have thought Jimin would be so… fuckboy? Who would have guessed that you’d bat an eye to someone like that as well?

[4:14 AM] You: Fuck u, oh my gosh i was trying to sleep

[4:14 AM] Jimin: why do you always say that?

[4:14 AM] Jimin: you’d like that wouldn’t you?

[4:14 AM] Jimin: are you not saying anything because it’s true?

[4:15 AM] Jimin: come on, y/n

[4:15 AM] Jimin: you haven’t seen my dick yet, but i’m sure you want it

You haven’t seen it “yet?”

You stare at the message previews, your phone screen the only source of illumination in the dark of your room. You aren’t sure what comes over you, but whatever it is it’s enough for you to turn daring, testing Jimin’s limits to see how far his amorous jokes can go.

[4:16 AM] You: Yeah? what if i do?

Jimin swallows his breath at your reply, not expecting you to play your own set of cards to his suggestive game.

[4:17 AM] Jimin: wait really?

[4:18 AM] Jimin: hello?

[4:18 AM] You: Yeah i guess

[4:18 AM] You: Why?

[4:19 AM] Jimin: cause then

[4:19 AM] Jimin: you can have it.

It is unexpected to him that you would carry on his trifles, but the next message he sends is completely uncalled for.

[4:21 AM] Jimin: [image0425.jpg]

You run your thumb over your screen to unlock your phone, a grainy photograph awaiting you in the messages. You flip onto your back and hold your phone at a closer proximity to your face, vision narrowing on the picture. It takes you a while to put every fraction of your mind to figure out what he sent considering the dim lighting, blur, and grain, but it finally hits you.

Laying over his cotton sheets, his hardened length rests in the gap of his thumb and index finger, boxers peeping out of the grey sweats that now hug his thighs. You clench your teeth, unsure of how to reply, and your mouth waters at the exquisite sight.

[4:23 AM] Jimin: busy?

[4:23 AM] You: No

[4:23 AM] You: Ur bigger than i thought

[4:23 AM] You: Oh and that was fucking unexpected

[4:23 AM] Jimin: sorry, does this make up for it?

[4:24 AM] Jimin: [image0426.jpg]

A sudden wave of desire washes over your body from a mere glance at the graphic. He is on his feet, toes digging into the forest of his carpet, and his whole hand is wrapping around his solid member as if he is jerking himself off- honestly, he probably is. A part of his face is peeping in his poorly taken picture, mouth agape and head tilting. You have seen Jimin’s face before on video the video call, but you never noticed how kissable his lips appear. Nonetheless, you want to beat him at his own game.

[4:26 AM] You: Did u stand up just to take that picture?

[4:26 AM] Jimin: way to ruin the mood

[4:26 AM] You: Are u the jimin i met on that stupid game?

[4:27 AM] Jimin: and i repeat

[4:27 AM] Jimin: way to ruin the mood

There is a line of silence between you two, both unable to render coherent thoughts. You then decide to return the favor; of course, unexpected to him as well.

[4:31 AM] You: [image089.jpg]

[4:31 AM] You: Does this make up for it?

Jimin’s member twitches in his hand as he gawks at your image, your palm sliding into your white laced panties that has a growing wet spot. He falls onto his bed, slowly typing his response.

[4:33 AM] Jimin: what the

[4:33 AM] Jimin: hey i know you just met me and all

[4:33 AM] Jimin: through the fucking internet especially

[4:33 AM] Jimin: but i really want you beside me right now

[4:34 AM] You: Really?

[4:34 AM] Jimin: no i actually want your mouth over my dick but same shit

Same shit?

Jimin appears to be drowning in his hormones tonight. Nonetheless, it is miraculously a turn on and despite the wide distance between you two, the electricity provides a strong enough pull.

[4:36 AM] Jimin: i may or may not want to know how well you can take me

[4:36 AM] Jimin: probably relaly well

[4:36 AM] Jimin: fuck

[4:37 AM] Jimin: [image0442.jpg]

[4:37 AM] Jimin: i’m so hard over a girl i met on the fucking internet can you believethta

From the way his replies are starting to become messy and careless, you can already read into his actions within his room. His hand is pumping rigorously up and down his hard shaft, tightening the grip whenever you reply, thumb grazing the screen to take a peek at the picture and-

[4:38 AM] You: [image090.jpg]

Shit. It’s another graphic of your sex but this time it is unclothed and drenching. With two fingers barely digging into your entrance, succulence coating them already, he lets out a long string of groans. In brevity each other’s swarm of needy texts that flood both screens, erotic pictures every so often, he pops out another question- well, command.

[4:42 AM] Jimin: film yourself for me

[4:42 AM] Jimin: let me see your soaking pussy

[4:42 AM] You: What?

[4:42 AM] Jimin: do it

[4:42 AM] Jimin: i know it’s the beginning of the day but i’m already craving breakfast

[4:42 AM] Jimin: i want to get a taste of your heaven

[4:43 AM] Jimin: i bet you want my tongue on you as much as i do

[4:43 AM] Jimin: i’d lick you clean over and over

[4:43 AM] Jimin: you should also know i’d make you cum endlessly

[4:44 AM] Jimin: shit, go fukcing film yourself for me right now

You take a moment or two to consider his request; surprisingly enough, you fulfill it, all traces of fatigue washing out of your body. You steadily swipe to the camera app and prop your phone in the soft of your pillows, stripping yourself of your panties and grey tee. You tap the vermillion of your screen, a “swoosh” indicating that it begins to record. You scoot back, dragging your sheets with you, and spread your legs to reveal your deluging slit. Sliding your hands from your knees, pathing to your thigh, you take your clit in between your index and middle finger, duly sliding over it prior to propelling them inside. The sensation is enlivening on the spot, rich imaginations of Jimin fucking you until your senses give out invading your mind. Becoming carried away with the zest of the situation you grab onto your phone to reveal your whole face.

He ponders what’s taking up your time, doubting the fact that you would give into his rousing demand. Well, until the notification pops up on his phone.

[4:48 AM] You: [video18.mp4]

He gulps in expectations of it being you poking another jest at his shoulder, but once he hit play his mind transports to a fervent kingdom and begins to wild for more.

The way you look with your baby hairs sticking to your forehead, beads of sweat dripping from your temples due to the heated session. The camera pans to your chest, showing him your two dales, nipples erect as ever. It slowly shifts to your jerking hand, your middle and index finger stretching you out as your own dew coats the working digits. The squelching sound of your fingers sliding in and out of your hole can be heard more than clearly in the delectable video along with your childish whines.

“J- Jimin,” you pant, “Jimin I want you so bad.”

He marvels at the message, eyes wide and mouth agape. Your comely moans enrapture every fraction of his attention making his mind swirl to the polar opposite of arcadian. The way you look with your lissome fingers driving in and out of your effulgent cunt, broken whimpers of his name hopping off the tip of your tongue, propels him to the brink of insane and all he wants to do is touch you. His hardening member forms a tent in the confinement of his pajama pants, throbbing for relief. Fumbling in his bed, he rapidly pools his jeans and plaid boxers at his ankles, cock springing against his lower abdomen. He positions himself comfortably, back pressing on the wooden headboard as his fingers scurry to replay the perfect motion picture of your sexual desire.

He swallows his breath and lets his clammy palm rub his length lightly. It starts with the rosy tip that has a bead of precum about to leak to the hardened shaft and ends with a fondle of his aching balls, constantly squeezing them as his eyes are gluing to the munificence motion picture on the tiny screen. If it isn’t for the reverberation drowning the succulent melody of your carnality, he would have never noticed your message with his deep heaves and tiny grunts, mind a complete haze due to your intoxicating stunt. Barely able to tap the screen, he reads the message preview through his lustful and clouding eyes.

[4:50 AM] You: Yourt urn

[4:50 AM] You: I dont give a fuck if ur getting tired

[4:50 AM] You: I did it and so can yuo

Inhaling a sharp breath, he opens the message box and clicks on the camera option, allowing you to see a fraction of his enticing paradise.

[4:53 AM] Jimin: [video07.mp4]

It’s brief- lasting for a quick seven seconds- but the wrecked cries of his want for you that he tries to keep silent, hand clasping around his solid member, pink and leaking at the tip as he jerks himself turbulently, and final moan that rips from his throat is more than enough to send you to a seventh heaven.

“Oh, baby. You’re so- ah- hot.”

The croak of his voice mixing with that simple statement provides an audible echo through his own video, your nectar glazing upon your impeding fingers. You can’t exactly imagine how his fingers would feel inside of you, how amazing the sensation would be. The thought of his digits twisting and curling inside of you while whispering obscene suggestions into your ear sets you off enough.

[4:55 AM] Jimin: shit

[4:55 AM] Jimin: can i call you?

[4:56 AM] Jimin: i kind of don’t care that i jsut met ouy

[4:56 AM] Jimin: what matters is that you’re thirsty and so am i :)))

Despite Jimin inquiring, he dials your number anyway and you answer within a heartbeat, his heavy breaths immediately greeting you on the other line. “J- Jimin?” You call, slowing your pace.

“Oh my god,” he grunts, “I love the sound of your- agh- voice.”

You giggle, stopping your tread and he hears the contentment in your groan.

“You’re fucking dripping.” He asks, intent lacing his voice.

You hum, and blow a few messy strands of hair from your face again. “Mm.”

“Gah, who would have thought you’d be in- into this. All hot and needy. I know I said this twice b- but I know I just met you and… Fuck, I want to feel you clench around my fingers. I want to slide two, three inside of you- of course you’d be wet to take it all- ah- at once. Wouldn’t you like that? I’d love to see you squirm under my touch. Keep fingering yourself for me, do it.”

You abide to his request, beginning to pump your fingers in and out of your entrance gradually.

“You’re so pretty but I’m sure you’d be even prettier when you beg.”

The deep breaths he takes is audible along with the noise of his hand keeping himself busy.

“I know you’re using your own fingers, but could you imagine how I’d make you feel? How much better? Are you close to cumming?”

You swallow your words, unable to form a coherent response. “I- I am. I’d love to suck you off right now too, please.”

“Please?” He chuckles, “Already begging for it after all the pictures I s- sent?”

You whine and kick your blanket. “You aren’t here with me right now!”

“I really would love to eat you out right now and make you cum until you feel like passing out. I want to see the look of desperation on your face, to hear your whines in person, and to just make you feel amazing under my touch, wouldn’t you like that?”

“I really-” you moan out his name, deftly twisting and curling your fingers around your drenching walls- “really would.”

“I want you to cum for me,” he demands, “now, baby.”

Baby.

The name itself is the match that has set you ablaze, igniting you into an extreme elation. Your fingers slow themselves and become saturated in your desirous juices. The moan you attempt to remain lodging in your throat escapes, prompting Jimin to release his load as well, all over his exposed thighs and bed sheets.

He recalls your video, how disheveled you appeared with hair as messy as if a hurricane just struck, you needy voice echoing in his mind.

With sexual longing now satisfied, you slip your fingers out and sprawl yourself silently on your bed to catch your breath.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Jimin spits out as he plops face down into his pillows, “I don’t know how you did that, but it was the best orgasm I had in a while.”

You giggle and curl into your sheets. “Glad to be of service.”

“Glad you were available, Y/N.” He gulps and hesitates, debating whether or not to voice his final apology- “Sorry though, you know, if this was weird and all because you-”

“- don’t worry about it.” You whisper, barely able to fight the urge to pass out cold. “Let’s just…”

He awaits your response, but nothing else leaves your mouth. He raises the volume on his phone, asking you to repeat the final part, but you’re already knocked out. “Hello? Y/N, did you seriously fall asleep on me?”

He allows the few seconds of still silence to pass prior to ending the call.

[5:17 AM] Jimin: hey

[5:17 AM] Jimin: finish your sentence

[5:18 AM] Jimin: btw you fell asleep on me

[5:18 AM] Jimin: but you can make up for that tomorrow ;)

[we-work-hard]

Strapped Up

Pairing: Dean Ambrose x AJ Styles

Summary: AJ’s just wrestled his match with Finn at this year’s TLC and his dance belt has been rubbing him a certain way since he got into his gear. He thinks Dean might be able to help him out…

Notes: I have never written Dean before, so I just based him on how goading and sassy he was to AJ during their programme last year. The WWE Live in Manchester (November 2016) mentioned near the start of this fic was one I was lucky enough to go to – AJ’s gear was SO LOOSE that night (like this). Btw, here is the evidence of AJ’s slutty black dance belt at TLC this year.

Warnings: SMUT, and a bit of nasty talk, humiliation, and roughness. And maybe typos. And if you’re too young to read this and I tagged you by a mistake, please skip it and pretend it never happened.

Also: There are some AMAZING AJ/Dean fics on AO3, particularly by @cruxcantare and @scriptor (oh, and ‘Soft Styles’ – WOW). If you haven’t read them yet, you should. 

Tagging (peeps who’ve been nice to me about my shit-fics before/or who said they wouldn’t mind reading this one. But please do just scroll on by if it’s not your thing): @llowkeys @castielscamander @unabashedwwesmut @scriptor @omegaweaponx @toosweetme @shoo-chan @casualgoldenribbon @roaring-storm @blacknovafox @im-tops-bottom @thereluctantguardian @stilinskiimnotahero @samizaayn @cruxcantare @bigpixiefoot @athoughtfulmindwrites @the-geekgoddes @your-darkdiva @secretagentfangirl @deanammbrose @idle-vanity @wrestlingbabe @tvrnbvckle @kingslayers-angel @wweshesaro @violas87 

Strapped Up

“Great work out there, AJ!”

“Thanks, man.”

“What a match, dude, seriously.”

“Means a lot, thanks.”

“You guys tore it up!”

“Well, we sure tried to.”

So many congratulations as he stumbles backstage after his match with Finn, feeling like hammered shit after all the throwing up he’d been doing with the stomach bug, then the last-minute flight to get here, then scrambling to get the match planned out and publicised in time. But he doesn’t care about the gushing plaudits he’s getting from the crew for pulling it off, or the pats on his back and the handshakes from his peers. There’s just one person his eyes are searching for right now. He needs him, bad. Dean.

AJ’s in pain from the bumps and slaps he’s just taken, and so worn down. He should have hung back to celebrate with Finn and tell him how great it was to work with him, but… he can’t be around normal people, acting like a normal person. Not when he’s feeling like this. He’s like a raw nerve, exposed and hurting, and he needs what Dean can do with that. Because his body is beyond tired. It’s nervous, and wanting too, and can he even do this? He doesn’t want to – or rather, his mind doesn’t want him to do this. It’s not him, to want this so bad. But the feeling that’s been building in his body since he strapped himself into his ring gear earlier tonight tells him he can do it; he should try it. Push himself, and goad Dean into pushing him even further.

God, when did he turn into this; such a slut? Stalking around backstage, looking for dick? Looking to beg for it?

No, he won’t beg. He’ll just… he’ll just offer what he’s got. And, maybe Dean will go for it. Maybe Dean will laugh at him. Or, maybe he’ll punish him for offering this up the way he’s been wanting to.

Humiliation or punishment – either is good right now.

Since being asked to fly back from the overseas tour to do TLC again, AJ’d been paranoid about another gear rip. People make fun of him for his stupid beliefs and superstitions, but he keeps to them, pays attention to them and does what he can to stop things from happening that he can’t plan for. But, he’d sure tempted fate tonight by wearing the back-up ring gear from last year’s TLC match with Dean, hadn’t he?

He’s been thinking about that. Did he want it to rip again? Did he want to show himself off some more?

Maybe.

Maybe he really is a slut.

Okay. He was maybe hoping for another rip. Wanting it. Planning for the possibility. He’d even prepared by wearing an athletic support underneath his blue lycra; a black dance belt, just in case. The audience would see flesh if there was another tear in the seat, but nothing more than that. Maybe AJ’s a little immodest, but he’s not stupid enough to get himself fired.

Usually, he avoids wearing compression gear whenever he can, though. He’s been doing it for years. The reason he gives is that he hates wearing it underneath his tights; that he can’t focus or move the way he wants with that holding him in, all strapped up. But that’s not strictly true… Deep down, if he’s honest, he likes having what he’s got out on display in a way he can get away with. It feels good. He’s only been able to get away with it at house shows for a while now. No TV cameras to catch it at those. No one from the production team pressing dance belts, jockstraps, or thongs into his hands as he heads to the locker room to change. No one to tell him to strap it down and keep it neat and Ken-doll-firm in front.

House shows have always been his favourite.

And Dean had known why. He’d figured it out when everyone else just thought a dislike of compression gear was one of AJ’s odd quirks, that he’s such a dumb dad-type he doesn’t realise how it looks. Like, maybe he’s completely oblivious to everyone staring at his cock and balls moving around loose in his ring gear, how his dick starts to stiffen up when he takes a particularly hard hit.

How stupid do they think he is?

But Dean knew.

“Like everyone seeing what you’ve got for ‘em, huh?” he’d murmured into AJ’s ear one night in Manchester as they walked back through the curtain after a match, back when they were still on the same brand. They’d been getting on okay during their programme through No Mercy, but he’d never quite been able to figure out Dean’s rhythms – in the ring and outside of it. Dean didn’t seem to think that much of him. Probably thought he was boring.

AJ wasn’t used to the sudden familiarity; outside of scripts, him and Dean didn’t talk much.

“What was that?”

“You like them looking at it, don’t you, what you’ve got in your tights?” Dean’d said in a stage-whisper, prickling AJ’s skin in shock. He’d walked around to stand in front of him then and had just… looked. Down between AJ’s legs, right at it. Looked for a good long time while AJ flushed in anger and disbelief.

“What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” he’d managed to whisper, torn between the urge to break Dean’s nose, cover himself with his hands, or stumble off, all at the same time.

Dean, in comparison, was unconcerned about the warning in AJ’s voice; body loose and relaxed. Just like their in-ring personas – not impressed with AJ’s attempts to intimidate him at all.

“I’m just giving you more of what you like, aren’t I?” he’d asked matter-of-factly, looking like he’d decided to start having some fun with the other man. Eyes sharp with curiosity and growing interest. 

“I have no idea what you mean, but I’m about to break your freakin’ face if you keep it up.”

“Think about me looking at it when you’re playing with it later, if you want,” had been murmured back, sending a shot of pure humiliation through AJ.

“And that’s a lot to play with, huh?“ Dean had continued confidently, stepping closer to look some more, making AJ heat up where he was staring, making his heart speed up in panic. If anyone had walked past, they wouldn’t be able to hear what Dean was saying, him pitching his voice low and just for AJ’s embarrassment. 

“I sure do love looking at what you’ve got down there in front, boy… Yeah… made a whole bunch of babies with it, huh? I sure hope your ex knew how lucky she was to have access to that thing.”

“Don’t talk to me like that,” AJ’d finally been able to hiss through his humiliation with a hard shove against the taller man’s chest, still so hurt from the divorce. 

Dean just stumbled back and laughed.

“You won’t stand for it, huh?” Dean’d sniggered. “But, you are,” he’d tutted, crowding close again. “You’re standin’ pretty still to let me get a good look, aren’t ya? Yeah… because you like that,” Dean said in a sing-song voice, swiping his tongue over his own bottom lip. He’d stopped to look into AJ’s eyes again then, as if gauging how he was feeling, maybe judge how far he could go. Seeing AJ wasn’t having as much fun, he let out a breath, regretful. Adjusting.

“Ah, hey… man, I’m, uh, sorry about your wife. Shouldn’t have said that. Was mean.”

AJ had only been able to manage a weak and confused, “It’s okay… forget it…”. Shifting on his feet, messing with the Velcro on his gloves, he’d tried to calm himself enough to walk back to the locker room without cowering, not show how rattled he was by the ribbing. Hoped the other man would leave first.

Dean’d reached to stroke a strand of hair out of AJ’s face, earning another shove away in response.

He’d smirked, eyes twinkling. “Hmm. I knew I was right about you, though,” he said with a shake of his finger, looking down once more, just as a reminder that he could and that AJ wouldn’t stop him. And he hadn’t. 

“You better hope I don’t tell anyone what you’re up to, sweetheart,” Dean said with a small smirk as he’d walked away backwards, almost bouncing on his heels. “See you in the showers…” 

AJ had been so excited and scared by the interaction he’d left the arena as soon as possible, sweaty and terrified.

He’d tried to avoid Dean outside of the ring after that. Decided not to think about why he hadn’t punched him, why he’d let him look. Tried to get used to compression gear for a while, too. Had to put up with being touched slightly too much, Dean taking liberties with what was appropriate when the cameras were on. Could be played off as a joke then; patting AJ’s legs down, putting his fingers slightly too high up on his inner thigh. Just straight-up laying on top of him for pins, too. Humiliating him in front of everyone, laughing about it. Them sneaking into each other’s rooms after house shows had been instigated by AJ soon after last year’s TLC – him going to Dean for a fight, but ending up being pinned to the bed with Dean’s hands in his hair and their mouths and tongues pushing sloppy against each other.

Every night they came together after that was a negotiation through AJ’s stubbornness – Dean pushing and AJ resisting at every step. Pretending to himself he hadn’t come to Dean’s room to be persuaded further along each time.

“I’m not kissing again, I don’t like it”

“Don’t pull my hair like that”

“I’ll jerk you off, but I won’t put it in my mouth”

“I’ll suck it, but warn me before you’re gonna finish, okay?”

“You can shoot in my mouth, but let me spit it out”

“I won’t do that; no way”

“I told you – I’m not doing anal. Ever”

“Just fingers, but promise me you’ll take them out straight away if I say I don’t like it”

“Don’t ever tell anyone I let you”

The first time AJ had let Dean fuck him had been one of the most confusing sexual experiences of his life. He’d let Dean put his fingers inside him after weeks of coaxing and pushing from the other man, enduring the sickening internal stretch, the feeling of a barrier breaking, while Dean had kept his tongue firmly in AJ’s mouth to take his mind off of what was happening, desperate to stop him backing out. He’d gritted his teeth through Dean working his cock inside of him, lying on his back with his legs spread wide to make way for Dean’s hips; wanting sex, desperate to fuck, willing to stand the discomfort just to cum again that night.

Dean promised he’d like it once they got going, that it would stop feeling so unnatural and he’d rock his world. And it’d made AJ cum alright, him tipping quickly over into a grunting orgasm with Dean’s hand on his dick and a jabbing thrust against something good deep inside. So raw and intense a feeling, not quite registering as pleasure at all.  

He’d felt hollow and almost sick after Dean had pulled out, afraid to move in case his insides wouldn’t stay where they should, face wet. He thought his body would never go back to how it was before – that he’d never feel whole and unbroken again. Dean had mockingly cooed over him while he stewed on it, stroking AJ’s chest and hips and looking so smug to have broken the other man down to the kind of sex he’d thought he’d have never said yes to just a month before.

“Pretty good huh, champ? Let me cum inside you next time, you’ll like it.”

“I’m not doin’ that ever again.”

“Sure, darlin’,” Dean’d said with a lazy smirk, flopping over onto his back, dick still half-hard. “And when I met ya, you were a happily-married man with kids who’d never taken a load. But here you are, covered in mine. We’ll see.”

AJ had done it again. Sneaking back to Dean a few weeks later with no words – and again, Dean had known. The second time, AJ’d been fucked on his knees like a dog, stuffing the corner of the hotel duvet into his mouth and grunting and growling through it. Focusing on the push in and pull out, the give of his body’s interior muscle. Feeling himself clenching and trying to expel Dean as he hit his peak, shooting streams of pearly white onto the bed underneath, helpless to stop it, so turned on. Hot and ruined inside, he’d spit the wet material out of his mouth and pushed his flushed face against the bed while Dean had pulled out to finish on his back, whispering disgusting, humiliating things AJ could barely stand to hear.

He hadn’t liked it, he hadn’t wanted it. Like and want are the wrong words.

That’s where the shake-up had stopped it. Them being split across two different brands meant no more negotiating and no more confusion, just AJ left alone with an unfinished, dead feeling. He always wondered if anyone could tell he was different inside – had anyone picked up on what AJ had let Dean do?

He’s still frightened for people to figure it out; that’s always with him. But it’s not enough to stop him from asking where he can find more.

“Hey, hey – Arn!” he quickly stops the other man with a yell, stopping him from rushing past in the busy corridor. He’ll know where Dean is before his match.

“Well, hey there, AJ – good job, son. Not heading back to your locker room? You’re going in the wrong direction…”

“Looking for Seth before he goes out there, you seen ‘im?” He won’t ask for Dean.

“Their locker’s down there, to your left – Jason’s match got cut a little; got about 20 minutes ‘til they go out there.”

AJ gives a nod and a grateful smile, pulling the dance belt up over his ring gear slightly as he walks faster, feeling it splitting him apart even further in the back, with nobody around him noticing, too busy to care. If he’d worn a jock, maybe he wouldn’t want this so bad. Every move he’d made in that ring just now had made the strap rub between his cheeks, making him so aware of that part of his body, hot right where Dean had opened him up and fucked into him all those months ago.

But he hadn’t worn a jock – he’d chosen a dance belt. Maybe he’d planned for this, too.

As he turns left; there Dean is, walking down the corridor towards him with Seth. Dean looks so different – already in his Shield gear, and looking down at his hands to unwrap a piece of candy. Popping it in his mouth, dropping the wrapper on the floor and mumbling something, laughing. AJ feels the old irritation towards the other man flare up as well as shame for what he wants, and what he’s going to do to get it. He feels light-headed with it, so excited.

Taking a breath and turning towards the wall, he leans forward and down to adjust a kneepad, slowly, deliberately. His pulse and breathing speed up at what he’s doing, putting himself on display like this. He can feel the sweat-damp lycra of his gear stretch around the muscle of this legs, so tight, and the strap of the dance belt riding up over his gear even further in the back – it feels so good, so slutty and not like him at all to pay attention to this feeling instead of pushing it away and walking it off. He closes his eyes in panic and wishing, trying not to shake with the embarrassment he’s fighting, trying not to get hard yet.

You can do this, you can do it. Just make him look; he’ll give you what you need. You need it so bad. He’ll know what you’re doing – he knows what a slut you are.

He’ll help you; he’ll do it like you want.

He hears Seth and Dean approach, and Dean’s distinctive shuffle stop, so he pulls himself up again and flicks his wet hair back, reaching his arms up against the wall in a stretch, curving his lower back out with a grunt of exertion. He can’t help but give a satisfied grimace to himself underneath the hair covering his face, feeling nasty and good; waiting.

“What’s this?” he hears Dean slur around the candy in his mouth. He’s suddenly snagged by the white and blue belt of his tights and tugged backwards, flush against the other man’s body.

“Goddang it, Dean-” AJ huffs, not expecting to be grabbed so quickly or so rough.

Dean gazes down at him, holding firm onto the belt, making AJ stand still. He looks calm but delighted, while AJ’s body starts to tingle at his proximity, remembering. “Good match out there, sweetheart,” Dean rumbles with a smile fighting at his mouth. “We’re gonna see if we can out-do you, though.”

“Get the hell offa me, Dean,” AJ forces out, slapping at Dean’s hand to make him let go. Even though AJ wants to be pushed around, he has to fight it a little. Just for his own pride. What’s left of it, at least. And Dean knows, raising his eyebrows and looking amused.

“Okay, darlin’; okay. Hmm, nice dance belt – wearing it a bit high, ain’t ya? Tribute to Lita?” he says, turning AJ by his shoulders so he can dig fingers underneath the black elastic and snap it against AJ’s lower back, making him curse and push him away. Dean just reaches forward again to tweak his left nipple with a laugh, earning another shove and curse. Seth stands next to this with his arms crossed, tutting and rolling his eyes at what he’s seeing.

AJ grits his teeth and tries to stop his voice shaking. “Don’t mess with me in front of everyone, Dean; I’m not in the goddamn mood-“

“So you’re in the mood to be messed with in private?” Dean interrupts, pulling the elastic even higher to make AJ hiss and try to reach back to cuff his hands away. Dean just grabs at the strap snaking between his cheeks, pulling that too, like a leash.

“Fuck-“

“Shh – don’t struggle, handsome,” Dean growls down into AJ’s ear through his sweated-out hair, making him shudder. “I’ll find a place where I can rip this right offa ya, sound good?” Dean picks up on the effect he’s having on AJ’s body – AJ can feel it, the satisfaction.

Dean breathes into his ear some more and hisses, quieter, “Or, maybe you want to keep it on while I fuck you? Does it feel good, feel tight against the right places?”

AJ wishes Seth at least looked a little shocked to see him – AJ – shaking with Dean pulling at his underwear and whispering into his hair, making his dick thicken up in his damp tights. Seth just seems irritated by the inconvenience, hardly looking at him at all.

Dean pulls his mouth away from his ear but keeps hold of the elastic. “Hey Seth, buddy – how long me’n this slut here got?”

“Don’t you call me tha-“

Seth sighs, dark eyes angry. “Less than 15 minutes, you jackass.”

“Hey, don’t be like that – I’ve gotta teach this little whore a lesson about walking around with his thong pulled up at the back; don’t I, pretty man?” he says down to AJ, tugging at the elastic again and making AJ growl in irritation. He turns back to Seth, unconcerned.

“Give us a two minute warning, huh? Let me pull my dick out of this guy in time to go out there,” he says down at AJ, shaking him by the grip he’s got on his underwear, earning a seething look up through messy hair.

Seth is disgusted, shaking his head. “Goddammit, Dean.”

“Thanks, bud. See, AJ,” He says in a loud whisper to the shorter man, roughly dragging him by the elastic back towards The Shield’s empty locker room, making him stumble. “Seth knows you need the lesson, too.”

***

“Advertising yourself to all the crew now, huh? Walking around like that, showing off how much you like that thong stuck up your ass. You lookin’ to get that slutty hole pounded by the whole ring crew against an equipment truck out back? That what you want, huh? Remind you of the trailer park?”

AJ’s stomach roils and he shifts on his feet at the humiliation of that, Dean using the poverty of his childhood for this. How dare he.

He fights to keep still.

“My, my, my,” Dean continues in a disapproving voice, “just look what happens when you haven’t been getting what you need”.

AJ’s panting against the wall in front of him, gloved hands up against the tile either side of his face. Dean’s made him stand slightly bent over, black elastic still stretched up over his gear, now undone and loose at the front. He wants to curl himself up against the cool tile and hide, so exposed. But there’s a dark satisfied feeling deep in his guts as well to be getting what he wants. He needs this. He’s needed it for months now.

Dean’s pacing back and forth just behind him, calmly talking.

“Someone’s misbehaving, seems to me. You’ll be punished for this – can’t have you showing yourself off like a piece of meat, can I? Everyone can already see what a whore you are, but what would people think of me? Them getting to think you’ll let just anybody stick it in your ass, when I’m the one that got you to accept that.”

AJ moans at hearing Dean talk about anal sex again – about him. Dean likes to remind him what he’s let him do. And AJ likes hearing it.

“And now you’re walking around with elastic jammed up your crack in front of everybody.”

Dean’s suddenly up against AJ’s back, shoving him against the cold tile and breathing heavily against his hair. Dean’s dick is hard and hot in his combat pants, mashed up against AJ’s lower back. AJ starts to tingle where it’s pressed against him, groaning in his throat.

“I think you’re feeling too good, too hot,” Dean hisses, stroking AJ’s hair away from the back of his neck. “Think I better mark you up a bit, right here where people will see-”

“Fuck – don’t! Please,” AJ hears himself pleading, swaying on his feet and clawing at the wall, feeling Dean drop to his knees behind him.

“Where shall I bite, where shall I bite?” Dean mutters to himself, breathing over AJ’s lower back hotly. “Ah, I know,” he says before sinking his teeth into the meat of AJ’s right butt cheek, right through the blue lycra, biting so hard into the muscle that AJ can feel skin breaking. He swears and squeezes his eyes shut, pounding the wall with a gloved fist.

The throb of pain makes his eyes roll back in his head and the place above his groin tighten up and ache. He can feel the bruising start, the teeth marks.

Dean stands back up and spits against the wall by AJ’s face, pushing his head towards it. “Fucking lick that up.”

AJ sticks his tongue out as far as it’ll go to slowly lick Dean’s saliva from the cold tile, his dick pulsing even harder in front. Dean spits again, the saliva dripping down the wall. “And that. Suck it off, make it clean.”

As AJ opens his mouth to get to work, Dean steps back to get on his knees again, roughly pulling the blue tights down to AJ’s calves and forcing him to bend further forward, still licking and sucking at the wall through his gasps. He feels the air hit him as Dean pulls his cheeks apart, tugging the black elastic splitting them to the side, spitting his candy out and licking up against AJ’s twitching hole. He hisses, having never had Dean’s tongue down there before, just fingers and cock. Dean spits and drools, leaving him wet, hole clenching as he pulls him further apart.

“You taste so good back here, sweetheart,” Dean murmurs, AJ feeling his breath against his ass and trying to stop a growl in his throat, pushing his cheek against the tile, sucking in air through his teeth. His dick is straining against the black material stretched in front – he’s leaking against it. It almost hurts, pulsing along with the bite to his cheek. “Imagine if no one ever found out how raunchy you taste inside. Wouldn’t that be sad?”

Dean stands back up and pulls AJ away from the wall by the back of his dance belt again, AJ nearly stumbling with his gear down around his shin guards. He’s pushed backwards over a massage table, Dean tugging his left boot and pad off to rip his tights off that leg, too – leaving him strapped up in his compression gear, the tented dampness at the front obscene. Dean quickly licks against it, getting eye contact with AJ as his tongue hits the sensitive head through the black material. AJ jolts against the table and moans – it’s been so long since he’s had his dick sucked. And to have a man’s mouth do it would feel so wrong, so bad.

“Ah; no, no, no. You’re not getting that tonight, sweetheart. No time for that. I’m going to put my dick in your ass, and then I’m going to go out there and give the crowd a better match then you did, with me stinking of you – what do you think; sound good? That’s how you deserve to be treated, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” AJ shakily lets out, staring up at the strip lighting above him and licking his lips, trying to catch his breath and not beg too much. He grits his teeth again, making himself say it. “That’s what whores like me deserve.”

AJ flicks his eyes down to check he’s doing it right, and Dean nods up at him with a smile, encouraging. “That’s right, you do. I haven’t forgotten last year’s TLC, either – showing everyone your ass, just like a slut would. But that ass is mine, isn’t it? You that gave that tight hole over to me, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” AJ breathes out, keeping his eyes locked with Dean’s. “It’s yours.”

“Then show it to me,” Dean says with a grin, backing off and kneeling down to wait, jerking his head to where he wants to look. AJ sighs and grins, showing teeth and closing his eyes, his body flushing. He’s so hard – Dean wanting to look at him between his cheeks, where no one else has seen. He thrusts his hips upwards, and puts his hands underneath himself, tugging the elastic to the side and spreading himself open; feeling Dean’s eyes on him, his opening, still wet with saliva and sweat. It makes him hot all over, writhing with the feeling of being stared at where he should be hidden.

He can hear Dean’s growl, and feel him launching forward to push his tongue up inside him, squeezing at the thick muscle of AJ’s thighs and moaning. AJ flexes his hips and feels his lips peeling back over his teeth; it’s so dirty and disrespectful to be licked there, but just what he wants, just what he deserves. When Dean pulls away and stands up to undo his fly, sucking at his lower lip, AJ tries to push back the want Dean’s started up just inside and moves to get up and away, stuttering “You can’t – not yet – you can’t fit-“

“What? You think you can’t take it? Nah, guess not. Gotta make this a smooth ride. Good job I knew you’d come crawling around for my cock, right?” he says, pulling a small sachet of lube out of his pocket.

“No condom, though,” he whispers. “I’m takin’ your ass raw, just like always. I want lube and cum dripping down those meaty thighs of yours when you walk out of here tonight. I’m gonna ruin that dance belt-“

“Do it,” AJ hears himself begging in a deep voice. “Ruin it.” 

“Oh I will, sweetheart,” Dean replies, stroking AJ’s hair back from his face once he’s climbed up onto the table with him, forcing AJ’s legs apart with his knees. “Now, we’re gonna have to do this quick – I’ve wasted enough time already, haven’t I? No yelling, okay? This might feel really bad before it gets good.”

When AJ feels Dean’s thick fingers rubbing and stroking around between his legs, he sucks in a breath at the coldness of the lube, then the pushing against and into his hole, fingertips jabbing and forcing themselves inside, the black elastic digging into the meat of his ass. First one, then two fingers inside; scissoring apart and making him recoil at the unnatural feeling, still not completely used to the violence of penetration into a body not accustomed to it.

“Shh, shh,” Dean soothes above, breathing against his hair and kissing his forehead, the gentleness intended as a humiliation, and taken that way – AJ growls and turns his head away from the affection. “There, there. There it is,” Dean says with pride as he sinks two fingers all of the way in easily, AJ whining in his throat and squeezing his eyes shut. His dick is so hard now it’s straining up against the fur of his belly, the leaking pink head of his cock poking out over the top of the black lycra that’s been tugged down off of his hips slightly and moved to the side to get access.

It’s what makes Dean start to take him rough, pulling AJ down to the edge of the table and forcing himself in from a standing position, making AJ’s teeth clash together, growling at the start of the slow push. His thick body pulled further and further onto Dean’s hardness, hands gripping into his waist, leaving nail marks and bruises behind. 

AJ’s eyes roll and he arches down onto what’s steadily impaling him, pulling at his own hair and gritting his teeth when Dean starts to thrust inside his ass. He tries not to let out the words he wants to yell as Dean gets into a hard rhythm, harder than AJ’s been able to take cock before. Biting down how good it is, how badly he’s needed it. How much he wants Dean to cum inside him, shoot it right up inside his body so it never comes out, so he’ll always feel ruined inside. The relentless rub Dean’s started against that place in him that’s so needy makes him feel desperate, hot and stuffed full of cock – too much. 

He’s nasty, and Dean knows that like no one else ever will.

“Fucking cum inside me – fill me up, goddammit” he lets himself growl.

“You don’t fucking deserve it, you slut,” Dean grunts, spraying AJ’s insides with cum – the nasty wet feeling triggering the start of AJ’s own orgasm. Dean was right; he likes it. He groans and writhes against the metal of the table, his body gripping Dean inside while his release shoots out to hit his flesh, seeping into the black material still digging into his hips. His whole body tingles with sharp pulses of pleasure as it gives little reflex jerks, aching and finally satisfied.

“DEAN! TWO MINUTES!” Seth’s voice yells through the door, cutting through their panting and the quiet moans.

“Woo, just in time, huh?” Dean shakily laughs, sniffing and gently pulling out of AJ’s still-clenching body, struggling to pull his combat pants back up, getting himself back in order to go out there and wrestle. AJ slumps back against the table and stretches a leg, breathing like he’s run for miles, gasping oxygen into his throat and feeling salt tears leaking out of his eyes – fucked and hurt so good, left so wet.

“Wish me luck, darlin’. How the fuck I’m supposed to wrestle a full match after that, I don’t know,” Dean says, slapping and squeezing at AJ’s thigh and enjoying the jiggle and groan he gets back. AJ’s too well-fucked to be irritated or push back. AJ can feel Dean likes him like this, wants more of it. 

“Come to my room later, huh – like old times?” 

AJ nods, licking his lips and flexing his hips to see if he can move yet.

“And don’t take off that dance belt, okay?” Dean whispers, gaze taking in what AJ made him do, noting the lazy smirk across his lips, and smiling right back.

“Fucking you through it sure was fun… but I’m gonna rip it off of you later, just like I promised.”

[justahalfling]

Vaishu finally watches... Baahubali 2: The Conclusion

Yes its liveblogging time again! Here goes...

HOLY SHIT THOSE 3D MODELS ARE AMAZING. 

I feel bad for that elephant (i know its CGI but like). bruh that elephant just wants out of the land of crazy humans

oh great Baahu never a moment of not looking good huh... he could do with some depth in his character, but its only the first few min of the movie so I’ll withhold judgment for now

wow Mommy’s boy™

ewwwww bijjaladeva is so gross in the head wtf killing your own wife dude go get therapy for chrissakes

lmao Kattapa fucking rekt yall!!! Someone call the ambulance woo eee woo eee woo eee (sound of an ambulance, if you couldnt tell)

i have to say... rana has a really nice butt ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

I LOVE DEVASENA ALREADY

but seriously, need to get me a girl like that

oooh someones has a crush (its me. also baahu)

robust appearance.... lmao

yea GO GURL UPGRADE YO SKILLS

okay the wild boar scene is funny and all but like... why cant the lady win for once why does the guy always have to one up her

i love how much of a loser kumara varma is, he is highly #relatable

boi did you literally get hit by a bull to keep your identity secret so that you can tease her properly. literally what.... straight people are so weird

how is devasena a literal goddess in every scene. how. ((pls be my wife))

i really like this song and i vibe HEAVILY with the aesthetic here. i love the clothes give the costume department an award already

look at bhalla’s content at the whole scheme why do you have to be like this dude. #beadecentdude2k17

look here Sivagami i love you and i would literally die for you but promising a girl’s hand in marriage without her consent is not cool bruh. dont be an accomplice in the crimes of patriarchy and sell out your fellow women like this.

LITERALLY HOW CAN DEVASENA BE SO AMAZING. YOU TELL IT LIKE IT IS, GIRL . CRUSH THE PATRIARCHY. MAKE YOUR OWN CHOICES AND EMPOWER YOURSELF

she is literally the “I will not hesitate, bitch.” kinda gal

wow sudden hero kumara varma good for you mah dude

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD THATS THE MOVIE POSTER POSE RIGHT THERE. MY WARRIOR BABIES THEY ARE SO GOOD TOGETHER

wow them cows though... (better watch out for the BJP lmao dont kill me for that joke)

my boi... he was wearing armor underneath... how XTRA ™ can you get

I love devasena so much my homegirl. MY BAE. even if she likes the guy she is not going to submit to the patriarchy. you go girl

that is a lovely... boat... the VISUALS IN THIS MOVIE ARE SO GORGEOUS MY EYES ARE SO BLESSED RN

wow they have such great chemistry. its better than avanthika and baahu jr’s chemistry 

i love how she kisses first. yes girl make the first move!!! go get yo man! 

wow that flag breaking is very... omimouse (not a typo thats just the word ominous in vaishu language)

but seriously is that supposed to mean something? im too dense to get it. is it that she has to break off her loyalty to kuntala now

Devasena is just like “you see this right here bitches? this is a no bullshit zone. no bullshit allowed yo”

“agangaram as alangaram” amazing line 10/10

but like that isnt even temerity. its literally standing up for her rights though

OOOOHHHHH SHITTTTT

dont people write the names of the potential groom? why are you people like this

oh wow the coronation scene is amazing. all the military stuff is cool. and the symbolism of the cheers making stuff come crashing down. good job rajamouli you played this well

what do you mean you’re just a slave. bro if you had to act as wingman you best believe youre family now. stop with that hierarchy bullshit its so uncomfortable for me to see

MOM NO *cries forever*

I LOVE THE KUMARA VARMA AND BAAHU BROMANCE SO MUCH. GIVE. ME. MOAR.

wow when bhalla was like “a pregnant woman doesnt want riches or possessions... she only wants her husband’s embrace” my gutter brain almost thought he was going to give them a bed or some fertility thing like a creep. but that thing he said already made my creep radar go crazy

you’re literally the worst my dude the worst

deva is such a firecracker holy shit i LOVE HER 

ewww that is so gross. dude i will break your hand. i will break it and set it on fire. i am not joking. 

well you did my job deva so anyways.... ufos more like identified flying fingers amirite... heh heh

but didnt ancient india invent plastic surgery anyways i dont see whats the huge deal here

i cant believe im saying this but devasena would make a much better ruler than sivagami. in fact i personally think she would even be better than baahu. girl’s got her priorities right 

its interesting how baahu has a moon pottu and bhalla has a sun pottu. one would think the positions would have been reversed. maybe they wanted to show that baahu was more nurturing and stuff. but like. its sunlight that grows plants? anyways.

NOICE. COOL COOL COOL COOL COOL NO DOUBT NO DOUBT NO DOUBT NO DOUBT. 

THERE GOES THE HEAD.

wow no you got it all wrong. “scorned the laws”? dont you know the highest form of patriotism and responsible citizenry is criticism!! what the literal fuck, why are you like this. i loved you so much why would you do this

wow baahu busting out some engineering skills right there. why is this the first time im seeing this. most of the times hes like a big fuck you to physics. but like engineering ex machina i suppose

man hes so tall he has to bend down so the lady can pat his head LMAO idk this is adorable. this reminds me of the time i was scrolling though the baahubali tag and someone called the beefcake that is prabhas a “smol bean”. wtf tumblr

omg bhalla let a guy live. so not cool mah dude

baahu has such a magnificent mane. he has better hair than me what the hell

bhalla is so fucking rude... how can you choke your actual dad... granted he’s the reason why youre like this

wow and treating a disable person like that... why are you literally so vile

why is he suddenly turning on his son... THIS IS HIGHLY SUSPECT

OH MY GOD I KNEW IT. SEE. I WOULDNT HAVE FALLEN FOR THAT. DUDE WHYYYYY

oh my god this is such a tire fire what the heck

man i would have said yes and just run far far away if i was kattapa

its so sad to watch this when you know its all going to end horribly

oh my god “as long as you’re by my side no man has been born yet to kill me” well this line killed me so

cant you follow your moral code instead! is your allegiance to the throne so important! an innocent man cant go through punishment like this its wrong

oh my god this is so sad

also uhm i just realised that baahu has wonder woman bracelets

that was the most dramatic death scene ive ever watched. it gave me the chills.

WOAH bhalla is SO messed up in the head good god

look this is all well and good but you should really wash and disinfect your hands before touching babies... as i always like to say, common sense is not so common

aw baby promise that is so cute

omg he called him grandpa that is so adorable

omg devasena i love you so much 

okay but dont forget your adopted parents too

they dont have weapons! they cant succeed by their will alone! what i would do is create like an elite task force and infiltrate the place. boi you need some strategy. a map of the citadel at least

holy shit devasena is not to be messed with my lady literally carrying a dude’s head

that is so fucked up man the people behind this movie went so hard. they didnt have to but they went so hard

wow that was smurt

okay where is avanthika though dont tell me she stayed home

DEVA NO. WIELD YOUR SWORD BABY COME ON YOU’RE STILL STRONG

that is so.... creative...

HE JUST DID THE WONDER WOMAN SHIELD BOOSTED JUMP

omg i love the grandpa and grandson duo SO CUTE when he calls him “thatha” man grandparents are wonderful my thatha is so excited for me to get a job and i havent even entered uni yet (okay side tracking here)

AVANTHIKA YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

is his own classic tyrant statue gonna kill him cause i think it will. im calling it now everyone. poetic justice okay

aw her future daughter in law protecting her 

oh yea the statue didnt kill him sadly

shes stepping on his face omg the symbolism

ripping out his heart omg how grosser can you get

omg is that... a blood abhishekam.... i have no words..

YAASS GAUNTLETS (but seriously... wonder woman)

Avanthika looks gorgeous and aw its his Ma 

thats... baahu thats water pollution you cant do that

wow poetic justice huh

that was... amazing wow

[thethrilllofitalll]

Woman Accidentally Eats a Space Cake for the First Time (Fully Loses Her Shit)

New experiences are some of the greatest joys of my life. Seeing and doing new things. New stimulus and surroundings, trying and learning new things, engaging with new people and places.

During lockdown we are almost entirely starved of new experiences. 

Having gotten to 30 without ever trying weed, I have been expressing an interest for years, but not wanting to smoke, thought Space Cakes were the best option. People had warned me these could be quite strong, but a friends boyfriend was given some “Medical Marijuana CBD Cupcakes” for his birthday, and knowing I’d been interested offered me one, with the disclaimer “it’s not going to be a new experience, you’ll probably just feel more relaxed and maybe a tiny bit warm and fuzzy.”

Me being me and always wanting to make everything The Maximum Fun, would have under normal circumstances gathered friends, lowered the lights, composed a playlist, eaten the cake in a ceremonial fashion and fully embraced the moment. But, as I was assured not to get over excited, instead my friend (L) and I ate them together as a snack absent mindedly whilst having a chat in her bed around 10pm. I then went off next door to watch some telly alone whilst texting my boyfriend (S). 

What unfolded was quite the unexpected turn of events...

18th May 2020

23:05

To S

M: Just eaten it mate

S : that's a tiny bite!

M: I’ve ate the whole thing

M: Really hard thick choc

M: Hard work

M: I feel caffeinated

M: Typical

M: The only person in life to not chill out on weed

23:20

M: Watching the explained about monogramy lol x

23:40

M: Oscar wee’d in the kitchen

S : bad boy!

S : how is the cbd?

M: Feel quite chill now to be fair

M: But maybes it’s the absolute moment of calm tea I’m drinking

S : haha

M: Wow I’m watching the genum explained

M: Apparently now stick your earwax is is genetic!

00:00

M: Omg

M: Wow

M: Just got the drop!

M: Did not expect that to be a thing!

To L

M: Wow just had The drop

M: Lol!!

L: Lol

L: Me too

L: 😂

M: #legaliseit

L: I’m lying in the dark

L: Feel like I might float out into the street

M: Hahaha

L: ✌️

M: It literally came over me like a cloak in the kitchen!!

M: Super intense!! Like sinking into a hole

L: Lol

M: #isthiswhatheroinislike

L: Yes felt it in the dark

L: Lovin it

M: 🤑

Li: 🌱

M: Me watching telly right now no lie

M: #chillin

L: Me

To S

M: Omg I’m high!!!! Hahahaha giggly

00:05

To L

M: What a new experimenter

M: Giggly! And 😎 getting in bed with my sunbathing soundtrack on for the full experience

L: Me too

L: My face hurts from smiling

M: Hahahah OMG I feel like an absolutely beautiful cliche or a person trying drugs for the first time

M: I am thinking all the classic drug thoughts

M: About time

00:10

M: And expanding contracting

L: Me too

M: And getting disorientated JB the room

L: Yes

M: And can’t get undressed ao have fallen into bed with my T-shirt and bra still on hahaha

L: Haha

M: Was just pacing back and forward for ages forgetting what I was doing before that

To S

M: Omg I’m so high ha

To L

M: Just came to and caught myself hunched over beside the bed, crouching like Gollum

M: Now in bed laughing af myself

00:15

To S

M: Think I might have cut my fingers trying desperately to get into the wrong end of my headphones emboldened

M: Box

(Didn’t actually send this pic)

M: That’s me with my eyes open

S : haha what? x

S : you okay

To L

M: Wow warm rushes down and tingly sensations Up!

M: This song about giggling just came on

M: Reccomend d

M: Here’s a song for you… Laugh with Me by Paul White

https://open.spotify.com/track/4ebGfveNsaTPvbmYrcYbM9?si=Zew2rxbfQ7aQZ_b9fIwA_g

00:20

To S

M: A tightness is chest and breath and strange iron taste

M: I am 1 of the highest I have been in my life wow

M: Hehehehe how unexpected

M: Wish I could take photos of all the funny positions and faces I keep coming to and finding myself in

M: I imagine this one to be the recently deceased wake of a grumpy old cheese mans body

M: Chinese

M: Like a soldier made of stone

S : are you on your own?

M: Wow event the documentation of the peveois/current high went crazy Cus a new one kicked in and distracted the current

To L

L: Wowwwww cant type

L: How lovely it is

L: Trippyyy

M: Here’s a playlist for you… Sunbathing soundtrack

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1kGgW3qvdBHAQwQSNpwV0j?si=1r90zkW_QcGfbMUO2eHUsA

Note on phone

I might piss on the floor like Oscar

To S

M: Me and L are both in same boat but on our own beds textier

M: Hahahaha

To J

M: OMG J I’m really tired I can’t stop laughing

M: High!!!

00:25

To S

M: Me loving life

M: 🤞🤤🤞🤟✌️✌️✌️✌️

S : hahaha babe! xx

S : glad you're having a nice time

M: I just imagined I had come out with a brilliant music video idea but I came to and realised it was just imagining ever cartoon representation of being high ever spliced together. And then I came to and realised i was typing this.

M: Can’t believe your not here wtf should have bought week 1

M: Unjust caught myself thinking with no irony wow I suddenly understand what the Beatles were singing about

M: When I was imagining trying to text every new feeling and image

M: Hahaha and while writing that was earnestly tupong this new thought

M: And “well I do feel very creative”

00:30

To L

M: And add “i do feel very creative” to my earnest cliched thoughts

M: (I do!)

To S

M: OMG these powerful warm surges feel like you’d have in a dream where you posed yoirakef im going to the loo in case

M: Also the thought before feels ages ago

00:35

To L

L: ❤️❤️

M: High cheeky ostrich is my new lying position

To S

M: Warm fuzzy snow suit

M: Not typos

M: I am already excited to read this tomorrow but hahaha I promise it’s all honestly genuinely spontaneously happening as I try to document it maddest feeling of my life maybe

M: I never had that piss

M: Gonna try

00:40

To J

OMG I Hirnkonstrukt think I  might be doing that thing Danny did when he kept thinking he was piss himself in the pyjamas

M: I did have that piss Tay time tho to make it real

Note on phone

BAby kangaroo nausea 

Y funniest thing of the year

00:45

To L

M: A fantasy involving a religiiius cartoon in which someone declares that cannabis is “the higher place” earnestly hah hahahaha omg

L: Ha aha

M: Imagined Dom and Lauren are so high they are waking me up over my headphones typing to you won’t music to Interupt with banging pans and jangling bells

M: They’re all linked

M: Oh here come the goat bells again

M: and interupt each other

Note on phone

OMG stop being unfunny and controlling 

Wow mood switch

00:55

To S

M: Wow I think I ist did a 10 min one just of trips interrupting one another 100 times to report back sorry it this is annoy g can’t tell if done 100 times or none  each other to report back

S : nothing is annoying xxx

S : going to bed now

S : are you having fun?

S : going to sleep? x

M: Nothing in the bed

M: Yes it’s honestl mad tho this is the highest I have been in my life it feels like I should document it

M: : Either u picked the most perfect high soundtrack ever or the high production values on these tracks are the greatest of all time

S: what u listening to?

S: I'm going to sleep now xxx

S: love you! ❤️❤️

S: can't wait to see you make sense of this in the morning

S: Oooo longest one yet

M: Haha me too it is so funny no be so knowing bht so powerless

Notes on phone

Standing outside myself and reporting back defo most accurate  feeling 

A new companion for myself 

Wow “Powerful”

Both genhinemg and ironically

1:40

To L

M: Wow finally got me bra off and mr phone on charge

M: Bloody powerful

M: You ok? X

Notes on phone

Within one anothe so literally that I just had a dream sequence so accurate it woke me up 

Infact he was riding a pig at my wedding 

Huge surging music

19th May- The Morning After

07:20

To S

S: hahaha

S: I have no idea what you're on about

S: hope you got a good night's sleep

7:40

M: Morning xxxxxzz

S: morning! x

8.35

To L

L: Good morning

L: How are you??

L: I’m up but just in bed!

L: Oh meg

09:20

M: What a time to be alive!

M: How are you?

To S

M: Guten Morgen

S: hello babe xx

S: how are you?

M: Sleepy

M: How are ya?

M: Sorry I was too high to ask any how does it feel to be home questions

M: Look forward to asking them all soon

S: haha that's fine I had fun

S: also I was just chatting to Lukas

S: but it's good

S: cba to unpack and everything

10:30

To L

M: I’m sleepy

L: Absolutely wild

L: Want a cuppa??

L: Just got a Skype now will Come and check on you after at 11! Xx

M: Haha see you at 11 still be asleep

To S

S: what you doing with your day? xx

S: ohh I think I forgot a bunch of shirts in your closet

M: Sleeping currently

11:20

To L

L: How are you doing?

L: Megggg

L: What a life

L: Shout me when you’re awake xx

M: Wow sleepy!!

11:40

To L

L: Meg I’m still trippin

L: It comes in waves

M: Oh god wow really

To S

M: Wow sleepy

S: haha

S: what you doing?! x

S: snoozing all day long

M: Sleeping

M:  Haha no I’m gonna try be awake now

M:  L’s still tripping

To L

M: Did you do a meeting?!

L: Not like last night

L: Yes lol

L:  Do u want tea?

L: Will get kettle on

M:  Hahaha shall I come down

L: Think I need to talk through this mad experience

M: Haha I’ll make it I think I’m out of the woods

M: Well this is the longest I’ve been awake for so I guess we will see! What do you want? X

L: Doing the kettle now

L: I just need to speak to you about it all

11:50 

To S

S: oh dear

S: told you it's strong in food

S: but you feel good? xx

S: sad I wasn't with you

M:  Haha L is still high

S:  yeah you just said

S: hbu?

M: OMG I took loads of photos

M: I defo am

M: But not in the tripping way

15:15

To L

M: Taken me about ten minutes to get me knickers on

What an absolute turn up for the books!! I accidentally got the new experience I was craving. 

[minetra]

a confession i will never be able to make, cause i never was able to get closure, if you (and you would know who you are) are reading this throw me off a cliff pls thanks

(heyyyy, to those who know me personally from real life, i have one thing to say 

fuck off. 

this is shit i dont want you to see... if you read this ill fucking rip your throat out. im warning you now, if i even get the hint or the smallest suspicion that you read this you will never gain my trust again. your choice on the matter really) 

(haha, this is not a joke i will kill you) 

(if not, and you do not know all my friends and my address. feel free to read it and embarrass me, i probably would appreciate it lol) (i probably would need that actually since i cried multiply times writing this oop-) 

warning: grammar errors, that’s it yup

below is a really long post, like long long if you manage to read through everything, have a cookie, cause honestly how?

 (i did this instead of studying hooray) 

(for such a heavy topic, i played the madoka magica gun song the entirety of writing this shit) (which now that i finished the post is so fucking funny to me lol)

hey, do you know me in real life? did you accidentally click the keep reading thing? okay.. turn back lol you aint suppose to be here silly! get ready for your ass to be kicked when i get out of quarantine :) 

(you probably know how violent i was back in grade five to seven. dont make me bring that out again cause i will)

okay? right...

i wanna get hugs from you again,, you were quite warm and made something in my chest rise in speed,,, (i was always the one to initiate hugs in every encounter, i loved hugs, and at first you hated them...) (but then when you did hug first,  i swear to god my heart burst) (hug me again, please)

i wanna hold hands again,, (god your hands are so soft, holy shit i couldnt stop holding them. not like clouds, or a pillow not that kind of soft. soft like humming my favourite song, or soft like your smile. that’s my favourite soft) 

i wanna make you laugh with my shitty jokes,,, (my jokes are all shitty, but you laughed at some anyways, i cant seem to remember your laugh now... i want to fucking search for my brain for your laugh.. curse my shitty memory... but i do remember you smiling to them...) 

i wanna make you sigh in a tired but amused way,,, (im an attention seeking bitch alright, i know that much...) (but that sigh,,, when you sighed at me because of my shitty antics... i missed that a lot... more than my cousins back home... more than my sister going away for years... i miss you really, that much is true) (is that selfish of me? yup. do i give a shit? nope)

im probably never gonna see you again, which is a fucking bummer (hahah, wow my chess is tight and i oop,,,) and im really shit at staying in touch with people (haha, shitty i know...) and honestly? fucking scared of how ill react if i see you again (i bursted into tears the last time,,, ill do it fucking again)

i never really told you, but you meant the world to me,,, and in those days where i have nothing to distract myself, or when im lulling myself to sleep... or when i remember that one picture saved by my friend at her phone... 

i think about you, and i can never sleep again (you wearing that flower crown has actually cleared my skin, thank you-)

i remember for a project i had to describe something without telling what the thing was. the first thing i thought of was your eyes, and god do i like staring at them... (you always looked away when you caught me staring... from embarrassment i would guess, but how can i not stop when you always looked so stunning?) (everytime you denied that you were not pretty i would scream inwardly... how? self esteem issues yes, i get that, but holy shit i looked at you everyday.. you always got prettier)

your eyes are so so so so pretty, like a gray cloud in the middle of a brewing storm. but you were never really angry, not at me anyways... (no matter how many times i pissed you off you always found some way to like me again... i was good at being annoying, how-) (flustered you was the cutest thing i can think of) (i wonder, did i ever push to hard? if i did im sorry)

you were oh so sweet, like a fuji apple (never too sweet, i think you were the only time i thought of liking something that isnt completely made of sugar) but i can never describe you in one word, or with one item, you were just you... something so i loved very very much 

i miss the color of your hair, sometimes i can’t help but think it’s the only shade of blonde ive found. i never found anyone with the same hair color as you, nobody else. like a single bright yellow tulip in a sea of dandelions.... but my god can you pull off any hair colour (howd you pull of green? witchcraft i dare say-)

shoes, you always wore one pair of shoes. vans (or was it converse?) black ones. i remember them cause you drew at the white parts. (whenever i saw anyone else who did the same thing i always thought of your shoes...) (that made me sad when i did remember, cause all it did was make me remember you) (i never saw drawing or painting on shoes the same after that, all those fuckin tik toks-)

i liked it when you drew (ha liked? the fuck i loved it) i remember the first time i saw art from you. an aurora with stars that shined against black wallpaper... (for something in the five grade, that shit blew my mind holy fuck) i dont exactly remember how i got one of your drawings, but it is here, in my room,,, (i see it and smile, i wonder, are you still drawing? painting? if you are thanks, you motivated me to draw til this day)

we were utter opposites. you were an introvert, you hung around cool kids a lot, overall, popular. I was a lonely extrovert, i didnt have many friends (im afraid that i was too annoying back then.. i still am lol...) (i remember that i was jealous of you back then, wack, back me could not handle how perfect you are) (even now that i have seen you “imperfections” i can now confirm that i am not jealous anymore thank fuck)

the chances of us being even friends is bizarre to me, like fate. in the short time span i spent with you, nobody else compared. 

you were cool, you made me feel cool. i loved you so very very much.. i dont exactly know what my feelings are, but i can say you were my best friend. the best of a lot of people. 

this post is so embarrassingly long, (you would have laughed from how many typos i made) if you ever so this i would snap my neck honestly

i completely fell for you, without even knowing... wack (hahahaha, i admitted it now,,, and im so scared...  you know why im scared...)

(to the people who know me in real life. youll know who this is,,, you had the fucking audacity to read this shit okay fuck you) (but i really couldnt blame you, curiosity is fucking deadly, (you now know one of my most hidden secrets, one that i have kept for years, from anyone in rl) (so congrats, you earned title of asshole)

(if you did read this, youll probably have questions... but please dont even tell me you saw this post... dont like this post... dont talk to me about this post... and mostly of all... dont tell them please... my heart will actually weep... so please dont)

to those who dont know who this is, this is a person who was my friend. i loved them,, very very much 

[rainbowkpop]

MLM Sub!Vernon Headcanons

a’ight here wo go!

ok imagine his BF being like 5~7cm taller then him, w/ a grunge /punk rock / all-black style and bleached flat white hair

and if you see them standing 2gether vernon would look like the soft and smol one cuz he is

and when they cuddle BF has vernon’s head like nuzzled into his neck, and when he calls him vernon kinda like looks up w/ the biggest puppy eyes and BF swears in his head that vernon’s perfect cuz omg how can his heart survive that

but then it’s vernon’s turn to be smitten cuz BF says i love you in the most casual, tired/groggy voice ... like shit

and vernon suddenly smiles so wide and bright, that he made the evening back into day

ooo but then one night vernon comes back late from practice/schedules and he’s upset and really down and just flops onto the bed

and BF like comes into the room carefully ‘‘is everything gucci?’‘ like no everything’s noT GUCCI

‘’ i was just reminded how we’ll probably hide forever, ‘cause people wouldn’t accept us and if they found out  it would ruin seveen teen and ple-’‘

and BF just interrupts him and pulls him into a bear hug

and vernon actually teared up cuz he wants the people to know how much he loves his bf???? and how amazing he is’??? like??? how can he be so perfect????

but he smiles when BF just sits there next to him, holding him and gently rubbing circles into vernon’s back and he knew in that moment that he was absolutely in love with his BF

after like 10mins of just staying like that vernon calms down and BF sits him down for a serious talk about the issue and after that vernon’s feeling better ‘cause he found out how BF sees the situation and is amazed at how mature BF’s opinions on it were ‘’and wow i love you’‘

.....

ok domestic daily!vernon x bf

i can really imagine them sitting on the couch late at night, playing games both tired af and knowing they’ll regret staying up in the morning

but will they stop?

god no!

like at 2am they’re in the middle of a heated game (not that you perv) and if you didn’t know the truth ( that they’re soft BFs ) you would think they hate eachother because the amount of cursing and screaming at eachother

which is ofcourse not coming from the heart like they could never actually say that to eachother and mean it, god no

.....

ok Engrish speakeu! BF

If BF spoke english it would be 10000x better cause they would scream at eachother in english

and they both know joshua would kill them if he heard

but since joshua wasn’t there, they don’T CARE

...

but what if joshua is present?

god bless their souls and help them

ok jokes aside, imagine them being really close (especially if BF is a foreigner) and having a lot of english conversations which are just confusing for the rest of seventeen

but otherwise vernon knows the second 95′ line the rest of 17 find out he’s dating, the teasing won’t stop

and i can actually imagine 95′ line sitting him down like boi what are your intentions with our son *serious dads and mom* and BF would honestly be scared af probs cuz idk who’d be scarier of the three

...

ok Jealous!Vernon

it was a free night for 17 so they went for drinks in a karaoke

and ofc the underage members weren’t allowed to drink

so vernon got really upsettii spagetti when the other memebrs - including BF - got drunk

like how did joshua even get drunk would 4ever be a mystery to everyone

but basically Joshua and BF would be lowkey (read as: ‘‘highkey’‘) drunk and unintentionally very touchy with eachother

like

the karaoke is a small room

how dafuq did 17 expect to fit in 14 people

esp w/ dk and mingyu who are just taking up alot of space with their height???

but anyway back to the point

vernon saw all the BF on Joshua (or switched, whichever you like ;) ) action and he wasn’t impressed

and he was starting to get mad cuz he was bored and all the underage members were bored

and while joshua and BF sang together horribly vernon started pulling BF to sit next to him but bf was like noO I WANNA DANCE, U WAnNA DANcE? I WANNA DanCE! LOOK JoSH IS DANCING, IMMA GON’ DANCE W HIM YESSS

and as i said before, the room was packed af

like your private space was also the next person’s private space

so BF was basically grinding on fusing with joshua with how literally close they were

....

and i think we all know how the night ended

... vernon had to drag BF’s drunk ass home , thats what happened but BF was ofcourse being an annoying drunk like noO I WANNA GET TURN! IM GONNA GET SO TURNT! U WANNA GET TURNT? LEZZZGET TURNTTT!!!!!!111!!1100!

like there’s no help for that

vernon was literally praying that a car doesn’t hit them as he dragged BF home

and the legend says that BF slept on a couch for the first time in their relationship that day

....

...

..

OK THAT’S IT! I originally wrote this for my best friend, but i decided i loved this too much to not post to tumblr so this happened!

And like i knew this was quite a series but i didn’t know it’d be this long! [thats what she/he said ;) ]

ALSO!!! Sorry for any typos, i didn’t proof read as this was rushed :( [EDIT: I proof read it and got rid of any typos i noticed, but i might have missed some]

Ok but for reals, thanks for reading if you did! If you enjoyed it feel free to request (if requests are open) ! :)

Ty again!

~Aven