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omg hi babe it's been so fucking long im not even sure if you remember me but how are you love omg 💗
i had like the worst fucking day ever and lately my mental health has been so fucking horrible and i just wanted to see if you could write a cute little fic ab reader having a horrible day and accidentally snapping at peter quill abt it and feeling annoyed by him a bit. you can write it whenever you want mwah 🫶🫶
but how are you doing omg ive been keeping up w u and your drabbles are so fucking cute omg 😭💗💗
ily mwah
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hii!! AAAH!! ofc I remember you, ive missed you omg!! im really sorry you’ve been having a hard time bby, I hope this can be of some comfort to you. I got a little carried away as I love comfort fics sm and must admit I kinda needed it too😭 but im doing good, hope things are going well for you too (or as well as they can) you’re so sweet thank you😩 ily angel💗 thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌
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got your back
peter quill x fem!reader
word count: 807
warnings: little angsty? reader snaps at quill and mentions of reader being insecure in the relationship. fluffy ending
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Peter has many admirable qualities, his most endearing being his deep-rooted ability to empathise. You adored how he cares so deeply about others, especially the ones he loves most. It was one of the things that drew you to him the most.
Lately, you have been having a rough time, so to speak, and things weren't going in your favour. Your boyfriend, Peter, was aware and did everything he could for you to feel better, even if it was only for a little while.
Every day was different. Some days were easier, others, not so much, and it just so happened that today was one of the more difficult days. It was the kind of day where everything went wrong. The day where your clothes get caught in every door handle, the kind where you drop everything you hold. The sort of day that leaves you with an empty pit in your stomach when you finally catch a minute alone.
Peter was always so kind and patient with you that it often made you question what you did to deserve him. For you, he's loving and caring, sweet and funny, the perfect combination of all the best traits a person could have.
You felt overwhelmed with many things and the self-doubt that Peter would find someone better than you weighed heavy on your mind. You were in your bedroom alone, door closed, curtains shut with your head in your palms.
A soft knock on your door interrupts you from your thoughts. "Hey, honey? Everything okay?" Peter asks through the door, his tone full of warmth.
"Yeah," you reply shortly, burying your face in your arms.
"Are you sure? You can talk to me," he says. "I'm right here."
"Yes, I'm sure," you respond with more bite, growing frustrated.
"Okay, I'm here if you need me," he adds, speaking just as sweetly as before despite your harsh tone.
"I'm fine, just go away!" you snap, throwing a pillow at the door. "Fuck off, just leave me alone."
You didn't have to see his face to know how much your words had hurt him. You regret the sentence as soon as they slipped past your lips, but it was too late. You said them, and they can’t be unsaid.
"Okay," he whispers, tapping on the door as a farewell.
It felt like it had all just got a whole lot worse, and you just tarnished the one thing that made it easier to cope. The guilt was eating you up, and all you wanted to do was apologise. But you told him to leave, so why would he still be here?
You pace your room for a few minutes, gathering your words for an apology while momentarily cursing yourself out. You were scrounging for ways to make it up to him and patch over the mess you made.
With a small pep talk and a final nod, you open your door and see Peter sitting on the floor beside the door, leaning against the wall with crossed legs.
"Hi," you smile weakly.
"Hey," he smiles, an airy tone to his voice, speaking like he finally got his breath back. "I'm sorry— I shouldn't have pushed you. I know how you get. It’s the last thing I wanted—" he anxiously gushes, talking like he had practiced it.
You interrupt, shaking your head. "No, please don't do that. You have nothing to be sorry for. It’s all my fault— I'm so sorry. I should have never spoken to you like that. It all got too much, and I couldn't— I'm just really sorry," you profess, fidgeting with the hem of your sweater.
"I know, honey," he replies, nodding understandingly.
"You're too good to me," you whisper, avoiding his green gaze. "I'm just not used to it."
"I'm still here, baby and I ain't gonna leave you," he says, looking up at you with sweet doeful eyes. "I'm not leaving you like the others."
He extends an arm, his hand reaching for yours as he guides you closer, gently tugging you downwards. He nods at his lap, so you straddle his crossed legs, pressing your chest to his, wrapping your arms around his neck to hug him tighter. His big, warm arms encase you and his hand brushes comforting strokes down your back, as his other clutches the back of your head, holding you like he's protecting you.
You bury your face further into the crook of his neck, silently weeping and embracing him tighter. "I love you," you mumble against his skin, playing with the curls behind his ears.
"I love you," he smiles, pulling back to look at you. He wipes under your eyes, softly brushing away your residual tears. He kisses the damp patch of skin beside your nose, looking at you with nothing but admiration. "... so much."
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ahhhhhhhhhh???!!!!!
Firstly: Gerry’s so fuckig cool with the tattoo-thing and needle and thread and bookbinding (well……. binding monsters to a book) and the first picture looks so godamn cool like onfg i’m in love
BUT ALSO UHHHHH MY BOYS??? THE BABIES??? WAS THAT PETER’S HAND REACHING OUT??? WAS HE GETTING CONSUMED BY THE DARK???? PLEASE TELL ME THEY ACTUALLY GOT THERE BC OMFG
If they didn’t get there in time after all and Mike finds out in one way or another……. fuck my heart wouldn’t be able to take it, especially since Elias probably would still be there… fuck I’m maiing myself sad
ah :D
aaah im glad people are liking the tattoo/web idea! was sort of nervous about including it but i really liked the idea in my head, so im happy to hear that others think its kinda neat too
it was peter's hand!
mike'll find out soon
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CostumeHalloweenParty! Starker
#starker#myart123#peter parker#peter#parker#im in love with this peter aaah#tony stark#tony#stark#spiderman#ironman#halloween#marvel#peter x tony#peter parker x tony stark#demon#costume#ironspider#art#digital art#sketch#gay
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since nwh happens and I’m a mess I wonder if you could make a ned & MJ first xmas with Peter since the ending of the film . Maybe with a jealous peter for mj since they are technically not together now (im crying) and with a fluffy tone? hahaha aaah I need them to be together 😭
day ten: baby please come home
The snow only sticks to his suit in certain places, the sheen on the blue material acting as a waterproof barrier so he doesn't get cold as quickly.
It doesn't matter though, he's been swinging around aimlessly long enough that the chill has seeped through to his bones. It's not like he can't go to his apartment - he can. There's just no one there and it's Christmas day and he would rather freeze on top of a building than spend the day alone.
Peter actively avoids thinking about the people in his life he could still see if he gathered to courage to go and talk to them. So he took a sandwich and some flowers to May and told her about how he's almost done with his GED. He's still unsure about college but at least now he can think about it.
He heard footsteps in the distance and he knew they were Happy's so he leapt into a tree, swinging away before Happy saw him. So now he's sitting on a rooftop in the dark, desperately trying not to think about his friends. Ned will be in the Philippines but he would sit on facetime with him if he asked - even though he only knows him from the coffee shop.
MJ is in the city, probably wrapped in a warm jumper as she helps her little sister opens gifts. Probably. Not that he can see her from where he's perched on the roof that would be creepy. God, he didn't know he could miss someone so much. But whenever he goes into the coffee shop she's talking to Ned about some guy she likes and he can't mess up her life again - not when she's happy. Not when she's safe.
Peter leans back on the roof, his head resting against a low brick wall as he thinks about what he would have gotten her for Christmas if he didn't ruin everything. Probably a book and maybe some art supplies and almost definitely a necklace that isn't broken because he would be allowed to get her jewellery because she was his girlfriend.
"Hey, Spidey," someone whisper shouts and it sounds like MJ but he just saw her. Either way, he spins so fast in shock he falls from the roof, barely sending out a web in time to stop him from getting a broken nose. It's not his grandest entrance, hanging upside down in the alley but it'll have to do because if he stays like this it seems like something he did on purpose.
"You okay?" she laughs, stepping into his view from the darkness and she's so beautiful up close. She's beautiful anywhere but she has his beanie on she stole from him and her curls are peaking out the edges and her nose is already pink from the few moments she's been outside and he loves her so much he might die.
"Yeah," he coughs, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. "I meant to do that."
"Oh sure," she says, rubbing her lips together, then, "nerd."
"Are you okay? Do you need help?"
"No, I mean yes - I'm fine. I don't need help," she stutters out and she's so cute when she's flustered.
"I got you something," she says, pulling her lip between her teeth as she hands him an envelope.
"What?" he asks, the shock so evident in his voice he's not sure why he bothered trying to cover it. She rolls her eyes and he almost blurts out that he's Peter Parker the weirdo from the coffee shop and he's dangerously in love with her.
"I just wanted you to have something, you know, for saving the city or whatever."
"Thanks," he swallows.
"You can't open it until I'm gone," she rushes out when he gets a finger under the envelope seal.
"Okay," he laughs. She doesn't move to leave and he thinks maybe he should flip the right side up but then she's walking towards him slowly, her eyes fixed on his face.
"I have something else as well," she whispers, her hands lightly touching his face. No one has touched him in a non threatening way in so long he almost cries at the contact. In fact, the last time was when she kissed him before he left.
Her fingers find the edge of his mask and she's so close and she smells like hot chocolate and he really doesn't care what she does as long as she stays. He thinks she might take his mask off entirely but she tucks it under his nose.
He takes a deep breath when her fingers skirt along his jaw, his lips, his neck.
"You're really pretty," she whispers, and he can sense her lips and he wants so badly to touch them but he'll wait for her.
"You're pretty -" he starts, but she cuts him off with her lips on his. He moans into it because of course he does. The slow cautious movements of her lips, the way her tongue touches his carefully makes him think that he's in heaven.
It's over too soon. His lips are puffy and hers slightly red from the way he pulled her with his teeth.
"Merry Christmas, Spidey."
"Merry Christmas, MJ."
And then she's gone and he swings to the roof so fast to open the gift she got him that he forgets to worry about calling her a name she's never given him before.
"Holy shit," he whispers as his fingers trace the drawings. There are four. One of Spider-Man, one of Peter and May, one of Peter, Ned and MJ, and one of just Peter and MJ.
"Fuck."
He looks over at her apartment and she's in her bedroom, her hands running through her hair though she's not looking at him, he sees her window is cracked.
He goes to tuck the picture back in the envelope to swing over but the words on the back of the drawing of him and MJ make him pause.
"Hey, Peter. I figured it out. I told you I would. I'm not sure why you didn't tell me. Maybe you changed your mind, maybe you don't want me like that anymore. But I miss you. And I know you too well to wait for you to come to me. But this is the last time I will go first. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you."
He lands on her windowsill and she doesn't jump, maybe she was expecting him to come. He hopes so. He slides the window up and slips in, dropping lightly to the ground and pulling his mask off in case her family come in.
"Hi."
"Took you long enough," she says, spinning around to face him. She doesn't look sad, not particularly disappointed. But she's not happy.
"I'm so sorry -"
"Are you going to leave again?" she asks, her arms folded over her chest.
"No. No, I swear. I have letters and I - I wanted to tell you I was going to tell you," he promises, stepping closer to her. "But you like someone and I didn't want to -"
"I like you, loser."
"Em," he begs, then, "I love you."
Her eyes light up and he'll never forgive himself for not telling her immediately, for not rushing into the coffee shop and giving her the letter and explaining everything. But as he looks at her, the small smile she has on her face as she wraps her arms around him. It doesn't really matter what he thinks.
It's all her.
"I love you."
#spideychelle#petermj#nwh spoilers#jssc snowy season#idk how fluffy this is byeeeee#also ned doesnt exist im so sorruy#ask
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Wimsey Eleven
You were right the beginning was great craic. loved getting all the different perspectives about the wedding/wedding arrangements. Loved Bunter's speech about the nuptuals. Loved how both bunter and harriet were worrying themselves about how they'd get on with each other <3
Bunter had some Great moments all through this one, but poor old boy, he had some stressful times. I'm also now even more convinced of Fae!Bunter
Abominable lack of Parker
harriet and peter continue to be absolutely delightful together both with romance and crime detection and I do hope you get through this book cause at the end theres some heart wrenching moments between them and it's great and sweet and it hurts.
More peter feeling bad for solving the crime and condemning the killer, this time with added guilt for involving his wife and brief conflict between the two because of his feeling obligated to out all evidence. He's got such strong morals (regarding murder at least) and it kinda feels like he wishes he didnt, especially when he knows his detective work leads to folks death, even when they are guilty.
on that cheerful note!
thanks for having put me onto these books, theyre just brilliant
aaah so i actually did finish it the other day! i mean, i skipped over every bit of actual detecting because i really did not care for the mystery in this one, and largely skim-read the rest but i did get to the end haha and ohhh what an ending <3 definitely not my fave and felt a lot like post-canon fanfic where they're just being in love and talking about their relationship a lot. not bad per se, but i didn't feel any real tension or interest. the ending was absolutely hear-wrenching though, and good boy bunter got some cracking moments! appalled ofc at abject lack of parker, though i do love that his only mention is him cheerfully informing horrible helen that one of peter's wedding guests used to be a burglar. absolute troll charles parker. also love that helen says in her letter at the start, "Mary's policeman was bad enough, but he is, at any rate, quiet and well behaved" like idk i just live for the idea of him keeping his mouth shut and making nice and then quietly making the most blisteringly bitchy comments to mary with a completely straight face.
im so glad you've enjoyed them, they're marvellous aren't they!
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Season 3 notes popping off
due to my desire to not completely fail all my classes this year i made myself slow down significantly while listening to this season, and the fact that the other person i'm listening along with had to catch up. We've managed to convert several other people to start listening and its pretty great.
ep 81: what does it even mean to be chosen by one of them? And if he was chosen by the eye. we know Gertrude wasnt? Because she cut the eyes out of the magazines?
ep 82: elias lmao. I understand why people like him so much bahshdhdk i thought he was gonna snitch on Jon but he didnt so he's fine. Ok but how do we think he knew all that stuff. Idk probably just institute connections. I love the fact that the recorder just wants to record stuff randomly bjahsjdhd. Elias feels a lot like Michael in the sense that he knows more than he should and talks in a way that implies he just wants to wait and see how things play out for his own benefit. I understand him knowing the things that happened but his description of her emotions implies something paranormal. Maybe he's connected to one of the entities. Which one I cannot guess.
ep 83: did a file get delivered randomly to the place he's staying at? Probably elias lmao. He thinks the mannequin is related to the stranger. Idk I would believe it.
ep 84: worms? I know he says earth worms but idk. Again? Is she making gordon golems out of trash? Martin popping off. You can tell the statements get to him more that they get to Jon. How come martin is so mad about it? I want to assume he just doesnt want her to get stuck there but idk. Jude Perry. The calliope organ. Jon heard a circus in one of the last episodes
ep 89: he's talking to perry? Like jude Perry? He says ... God? Is that what it is? Lmao. The Desolation. Jon is tired of ppl being vague and not telling him stuff lmao. Oh God Jon is so confused. Compel her? Is she assuming he has some kind of power? Does he have powers? Hmm. im agreeing with jon here please jesus christ why does everyone have to be so cryptic. Just say what you mean. "maybe you get an itchy eye" bahasjkdfklsjdf girl what. Agnes saved her? Oh this is the girl from the cafe story? So theres the Cult of the Lightless Flame? They worship whatever entity this is? The Desolation? Why do they all seem like they sorta worship her then? Is Gretchen gonna die oh god. fuckin michael. a different michael aaah. i see. dont do it shes gonna burn you. sir. please. sir dont you dare do- WHAT DID I SAY what did you think was gonna happen hhh.
ep 90: try to make it less obvious you're trying to get fired big T. Elias that doesnt sound like the most healthy thing to do. oh dear is this gonna be triggering for me. uuuuuh. uuuuuuuuuh. doesnt seem like it ok gonna keep listening. Jared. hmmmmm. Ok we've seen Keay and hotner or whatever his name was.
ep 91: Michael Crew. Oh is this the lightning scar guy. Mister jon sir did you just die. No? God everyone is so fuckin cryptic. Say normal things please. They all just like to go on about pain and agony and j e s u s c h r i s t we get it you got hurted by whatever thing. So theyre avatars? question mark? Jude Perry is an avatar of The Desolation? hhhh fractals. thats a spiral thing innit. Yup. messing with your perceptions. God they all talk about feeding their god and feeding that which feeds them and. hh what does that meann. Leave big J. please. uh oh. is it daisy? how come he has the web lighter still? the tape recorder just turns on sometimes you know how it is. So he can compel people? not that he knows it obviously but. a bit wack. powers go brr i guess? If the eye just wants knowledge i guess he feeds it by getting the statements? b/c i doubt it wants him to murder ppl or whatever.
ep 92: elias you all knowing fuck what do you know. (i guess all given what i just said) Lukas. Heard of them before. Mordecai Lukas. Loneliness. The lonely even. Jonah Magnus. Elias ur sounding like a bit of a dickhead rn. lmao jon's just like "i dont care" elias what is ur deal. Why does he want to tie her in. ohh i see. lmao theyre all just like "elias why" The Unknowing lol seems very much like something the eye wouldnt like. lol elias is gettin all philosophical. what does it really mean to be human. this still doesnt answer why gertrude wanted to destroy the archives tho.
ep 93: bahsjdfh he seems so dead inside rip. awww admiral. i love him already. ghh breacon and hope. purple mold. doesnt sound like anything we've seen so far. I think the funniest explanation for breacon and hope is that they dont actually serve the stranger they just kinda happen to be a random neutral party that cart around random spooky entity related stuff. ooooh. when we hear the slight static of the tape recorder it's cuz he's compelling ppl.
ep 94: the end! listen man they were all just grayed up for 4/13.
ep 95: the end also? death but also savagery/ animalistic shit. aww martin. lmao becerra. she's just been chillin in the corner.
ep 96: return to sender. haha minecraft go brr. prediction: breacon and hope? yup there we go. jon why is there an echo. are you in a stairwell? is he gonna eat it- yup. how did i call it. unsure abt what theyre talking about but ok. they kidnapped someone? Sarah Baldwin. ooooh that guy.
ok im just putting this here so i have notes for when nicholas gets to this part. It seems like (from jon's conversation with jude perry) that the desolation and the eye are kinda at odds with eachother? like i guess not directly but it seems like they dont really vibe? so how could be with both. Cuz if he has the heat powers and shit then we know he's an avatar of the desolation. but then why does he have so much eye imagery. also he got burned intentionally? like jude did when she went on her monologue about the feeling of burning? but then why did he wear the eye pendant. it stops him from being burned all the way which seems like he's not fully accepting the fire or whatever.
Nooooo I lost like a bunch of my notes rip. I keep forgetting to save.
Ep 104: tim gives a coherent statement without jon even being there. Ugh. Fucking robert smirk. Dont like him. Joey. Dont recognize the name. The show must go on. Clown. The spooky circus?
ep 105: total war... shogun 2? jon is just understanding languages again. "if i understood mandarin or cantonese" are you sure you dont big man?
ep 106: havent we heard this one already? mans in space? oh no this is just another episode in space. fairchild... uuuh. cant remember. oh! this is related to that! this is one of the ppl from the other side. sounds like a Vast thing. oh he's the one that the dude saw? but that guy didnt have a face... she's sorta like jon. wanting to dismiss the statements. lmao i love the workplace gossip. ace jon for the win! oh cmon elias dont be a dick. sunny meadows or whatever. thats the place we heard about.
ep 107: oh great is it jude perry again. Third Degree. bahahsdkfj she was arrested. sorry but imagining this old british lady getting arrested is funny. she was trying to resurrect him. using the skin book. he's not feeling well. jon take a nap. i wonder if this is what happens when he uses his powers too much. He gets into The Zone when he reads statements lol. didn't we have a burning train car in anothre statement? is it julia fairchild? bahahahs "kidnapped. Again." poor jon honestly. julia... about her dad. daughter of the murder shed guy? hunting like your dad liked to hunt or normal people hunting. oh hunting vampires!
ep 108: melanie has been suffering. poor martin peter lukas why do you have to be like this. can he not just use the front door? does he have to bother the ppl doing statements?
ep 109: how come he cut her off? kinda rude tbh. its either jon's influence or there was smth he didnt want her saying. is it gerard on the table? this sounds kinda like smth from one of the university episodes. is it the closed eye on the hand? yup. he's like one of the students! if the thing listening in is elias then... he can do that without the tape recorder yknow. plus who's to say it wont just turn itself on again
110: who wants to bet its a leitner?
111: Lukas related to The Lonely. I used to not like Gerard that much but i like him more now. but i thought there were 15? ohhh thats right isnt flesh newer? gerry for the win honestly. finally telling jon things.
112: lol "again" no one ever tells any of these ppl anything. tim and basira are just out of the loop constantly. music, like the war episodes. The hunt or the slaughter? probably the hunt. so Daisy is related to the hunt right? basira likes the reading, she's doing fine at the institute. daisy's getting worried...
113: it just turned on randomly. what is it lol. explossives! oh boy. why do they always assume he turned it on intentionally. melanie youre not making me like you that much. which entity is this about i cant tell. lol he was disappointed it was just the end. The title Breathing Room made me think it was gonna be about the buried but i guess not. So many of these entities deal with death but the end is one that deals in just death. it has no need for fancy deaths, just death is enough
114: more hilltop road statements? the tree. oh boy. ok the tree has 8 arms obviously theres the spider parallels. was she taken into an alternate universe? oh no. jon tries to phrase things so he's not asking questions. thats honestly good. "sometimes i was kidnapped" oh dear. they got gertrude. daisy ur so odd lmao. who wants to bet they dont know the tape recorder's running?
115: silaca? or whatever? antique man? meat grinder... related to the meat is meat episode? oh wow. they buy antiques from him. maybe dont antagonize this creature which can kill you?
116: lol theyre all just so done with elias. music? is it like the one band that if you hear them you die or wtvr. oh its chess? i am very much confused. mmm stranger go brr. gorilla skin? oh shit the dance. woah. this is so good. this is so gender. the words are wonderful. "you can just say tim" lmao trying to fool elias never feels like a good idea.
117: except elias lmaoo. oh shit. leitner getting some use for once idk. bruuh poor melanie she has been thru so much shit. martin you can just say youre worried about jon. lol he's so accurate in his jon impression. lol who was that. was that daisy? lmaoo. oop hi tim. oh god i hope tim doesnt die. i feel like i wouldve heard about that? but im not sure. destroying the source of knowledge is gonna be hard for jon. yay jon! you did a good thing. let him rest.
118: go off martin lmao. awww poor martin. oh god the tape gets that squealy quality and its awful.
119: woah. lots of things happening. uhh. POP OFF TIM!!
120: lmao elias giving a statement about jon's dreams lol. damn jon doesnt even get his own dreams? has to stay Watching even when he's asleep? f in the chat this man goes thru so much shit. oh boy its peter. lol martin my beloved. idk i dont trust peter.
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happy ffwf!!! what characters do you think deserve more love??
aaah!
first of all, thank you for the ask, it's just after shabbat and the opportunity to talk about my favorite neglected characters is a delightful thing to open up tumblr to.
second: hold on i have a list
commander wolffe, of star wars: the clone wars
commander bly, also tcw
princess shuri, mcu (i find she's relegated to 'peter's science bro uncomfortably much, which is a pity because she's incredible)
ki-adi-mundi, star wars (he's kinda always made the villain of any given situation, and i just. i think he has incredible great uncle energy. he reminds me of my uncle joel, who lives in Vermont, I think, and is a sculptor. he's single, has invented three instruments, and sometimes sends my grandma newspaper clippings.)
tessa gray, the shadowhunter chronicles
catarina loss, also tsc (she's blue! she's magic! she's a nurse! she's incredibly funny and awesome and i love her, and everyone else should too)
asajj ventress, star wars (is she the villain? yes. has she killed/maimed characters i love? also yes. however, she has an incredibly chaotic energy that i. i just love, and also im very gay)
tk-421, otherwise know as tarkin's stormtrooper boyfriend
this has been so much fun, thank you.
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[RATTLES THE BARS OF MY CAGE] HELLO I LOVE UR PETER SO MUCH I I HATE IT!!!!! HE'S SO SOFT!!!! BIG!!! BIG SOFT I LOVE HIM!!!! okay sorry i wanted to yell directly because u draw him so cute i wanna give him a hug and that infuriates me on a deep level (also like it's just good design bc he's defo big but his posture makes him feel disarmingly cute and his colours make him feel like he's light and barely there like a wisp on the wind and that's so fuckin peak i'm losing it) ok thank u i'll go now
that’s funny that u mention that because your peter lukas is literally my FAVORITE !!! 6 foot 8 tall king break his knees smiley bastard hnnh i wanna hug him too!! im so aaah thank u so much jara ;w;
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hi omgg it's me it's been awhile but im finally done with all my exams!<3
how're you doing omgg- i saw the post of your cat and they're so cute omg 😭🫶
and i just read that recent peter quill ff and omfg im so fucking in love with him omgg 😩😩
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omg hii!! missed you! how’d they all go? how do you think you did? 💗💗
im doing well thank you!! how are you doing? and aaah i knoww, thanks heehe
😭😭 don’t worry, me tooo🥲
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I looooove your little!peter and daddy!tony text post things, I don’t have a prompt but I just wanna let you know that I would love to see more!
omg TYSM 🥺🥺💕💕 im so so so happy that ppl are liking the text edits i’m doing aaah 🥰🌸 they’re really fun!! :) i have like 3 requests in my inbox and i’m gonna get to them asap, plus do some other ones that i think of on my own too!!
thanks for the kind words babeyyy <3
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Things I need:
1) Lara Jean and Peter fighting and ending up both crying on her kitchen because they love each other and both don’t want to fight with each other
2) Peter wanting so badly to put the necklace on her like one of those pin girls and demonstrating he always listens to her
3) “you can break my heart Covey, do whatever you want with it” and putting her hand on his chest
I LOVE THEM IM EXCITED FOR MORE SCREEN COVINSKY AAAH
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liveblogging episode 2
OH WITH A VIOLIN?? I LOVE IT
also god gabriel is so hot just kill me
"pornography?"
"come into my backroom"
JESUS CHRIST!!!! Thanks!!!!!
god he hates sandaphlon, big respect
THE JEFFREY ARCHER BOOKS SMELL EVIL IM SCREAMING
Gabriel is literally THE himbo @mr gaiman thank you for my LIFE
also crowley's office is so embarrassing i love it. AAAH THE TALK SHOW!!! THAT'S SO CUTE!!!
god... its interesting bc. "i didn't mean to fall, i just hung around thr wrong people" crowley is so. interesting... bc.... unlike book crowley who wants to pretend to be a big scary demon, this one is so... self PITYING. like! it's interesting that he won't take responsibility - him saying himself "i hung around the wrong people", performing that self pity to an empty room, that's fascinating
also omf i LOVE agnes!!!
"mistress nutter?" GOD i adore her she did her own chains and everything!! what a woman!
I LOVE THE SPINNING HAT LABEL!!! Cute!!!
i love anathema and her ma... i think it's interesting to have changed characters like, tendencies and lil bits of personhood just bc like. we're seeing so much mkre of their interactions with other characters bc there's a whole cast? so you don't have to like, have everything
aaah i love anathema she's so cute!!!
SHADWELLLLLLLL
his accent IS weird omg
i actually find it so cute that he's... fucking just. grabbed him out of the public!!
hhh the idea that this crowley sits alone in the dark TALKING to himself and being anxious as fuck is... really pathetic but so SAD.
it's interesting too bc the thing is, his self pity and his lack of control, in my opinion, makes him less frightening? like book crowley can be very quietly intimidating if he wants to be because he knows how to hold back and he knows how to... be a snake, effectively
tv crowley is? you know, a little bitch. he shouts so easily! he is not scary! idk this is him. in private but these sre his PLANTSlike. he should be frightening to them
omg mme Tracey is,,, bless her...
INTIMATR PERSONAL RELIEF AAAH that's... so cute god
aaah
"you've lost the boy"
"we!"
"you!"
"we!"
and its not about... being together with aziraphale it's about not being his fault. interesting.
JESUS BRIAN DON'T BITE IT LIKE THAT
dog is SO cute, i love him...
for wensleydale it seems like it's just... a lifting of john darling from Peter pan, which is v diff from. book wensleydale but... its CUTE
IT'S
interesting too bc like
crowley is being sarcastically NASTY to aziraphale a LOT, in the condescending manner i usually expect in reverse in the book... like aziraphale is self righteous but like. not in a particularly commanding way
i love thst anathema is like "what the fuck??? are british kids like this????"
brian is very soft i love him
OHHHHH i like that... that's SOFT that's... CHIVALROUS. aziraphale giving him the bedroom eyes and saying, oh it doesn't count if I do it, but if YOU do it...
that's...
gos it really is like crowley is the bad boy on his motorcycle and aziraphale is like "oh no,,,, my virtue.... hint hint"
crowley and the GUNS, GOD
REALLY interesting that crowley LOSES it, shoves their bodies together, and there's NO fear in aziraphale's face at all. he WANTED the intimate moment.
aziraphale.... u fag....Softie
i love all of crowley's little oop and oh noises. it's so human.
"i didn't! someone hit me!" AGAIN with the shifting of the blame!!! and yet contextually so DIFFERENT to the book
ohhhh crowley FUSSING over his poor car
aziraphale didn't need to HOLD her hand jesus christ
"get in, angel" GOD
i love... crowley... watching aziraphale eat....
they're disgustingly married
i have to say, it's very interesting that crowley has that facial tattoo bc it really is much more similar to the body modifications the angels have than it is to the big demonic things, like the creatures or pustules
i actually find it interesting that crowley... apparently runs conversations over snd over in his head. bringing up the duck thing stuntedly, mentioning the bebop thing HOURS later, like...
that's FASCINATING. bc!! that's a very different kind of anxiety to book crowley's but is still deeply anxious?
also aziraphale's gloves? PURE FAGGOTRY. full. on Mickey mouse in this bitch. KISS me.
jesus christ aziraphale is a stupid bitch
cocoa??? what cocoa??? MY cocoa???
this aziraphale is obviously more human too in that he... actually has workinh senses when he's looking at the book... ALSO again to focus on crowley's self centred Ness
it's interesting that aziraphale is so OBVIOUSLY unbalanced and upset but like. he doesn't even notice bc he's do focused on himself
ALSO i love the 666 phone number that's so cute
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hi there, im the guy that wrote the 3 prompts, fucking loved them btw. I think i have a way to extend the last one and maybe another idea?, 1) sheriff fucking stiles tells him to take off the blindfold, hes kinda freaked out but to addicted to0 his dads cock to do anything but ask for more, sheriff ends up whoreing stiles out in either a gangbang or just a regular pack bitch kind of thing. 2) one of the alphas (scott,peter or derek) sweat becomes super aphrodesiac for the pacl and licking them
First of all, how dare you :P . Second of all, glad you like them.
1) Sheriff fucking stiles tells him to take off the blindfold, hes kinda freaked out but to addicted too his dads cock to do anything but ask for more, sheriff ends up whoreing stiles out in either a gangbang or just a regular pack bitch kind of thing.
Hey pt 2 : Sheriff / Stiles
From that day John started growing bolder, his attitude growing stronger and his power over Stiles taking over. He should have been deleting everything and drinking himself into a stupor to try forget it all but he wasn’t. He wanted more.
As their relationship went on Stiles started to divulge to the older male how much he wanted this to be real. How their conversations and interactions were enjoyable and how he kept thinking about him and his dick even while he was hooking up with other men. He told him none of them ever came close and that he had made the decision that his dick was perfect.
That night John popped a viagra, not that he needed it, put on a cock ring and fucked Stiles harder than he had. Claim the boy as his own and showing Stiles how he truly had the perfect cock for him. He managed to fuck Stiles into a mess, he was just a bundle of limbs by the end of it his body left in any position John had wanted him in. When he stopped it was now morning at a Monday morning at that. He looked at his watch seeing that Stiles’ alarm would be going off soon he darted out of the room and into his car in hopes to make it home before his son.
He had been so caught up in fucking the boy’s hole he didn’t pay attention to the time. John had barely had time to make his coffee once he got back, dressed down into his robe and underwear sitting at the table when Stiles came through. John wondered how often Stiles did this because he didn’t even hear his son come home or even through the front door.
“Good morning.” John spoke up from his morning paper. He looked up at saw his son struggling to move doing his best to hide the effects of last night. The red marks, the bites, his writing. But more than that he could see the cum in Stiles’s hair, so if his son hadn’t cleaned his hair he doubted he had cleaned his ass after it. That’s when John realised his cock was still painfully hard and leaking from the viagra he took earlier. He shifted his body further under the table to hide it so his son couldn’t see.
“..Morning..” Stiles yawned , which probably wasn’t faked following his time last night. He turned on the coffee pot and started to make coffee for the two of them.
“Late night?” John asked him, like any caring father would.
“Yeah.. stayed up ramming stuff into me for a mid term.” Stiles nodded his fingers drumming on the surface of the counter as he looked at his phone. Anxiously waiting for his Daddy to text him. He bit his lip debating with himself if he should send a text first, usually it didn’t bother him but after what he had said he was worried he drove him away.
He poured out the coffee and handed one to his father not noticing his strange position at the table for an early morning read. With the first sip of his coffee he had made up his mind. Stiles went back to his room, pulling out his phone and found his Daddy’s number.
“Hey Daddy, last night was awesome. When are you going fuck my hole again? My sloppy cunt is so needy right now, I didn’t get a chance to clean your cum out so I just had to use a butt plug to keep all your cum in.”
John was a smart man, when Stiles insisted they swap numbers he was sure to get a second phone for just their escapades. So when he felt the phone beep in his pocket he smirked looking up to where Stiles’ room was.
“Oh that needy already baby boy? How about this, you be a good boy and do everything I tell you today and I’ll make sure you get the best present you could ever wish for.”
“Anything, name it ;)” Even with the flirty nature of it Stiles was ready for it, his hole already trying to use the plug to satiate the hunger.
“Good boy.” John smirked in the phone pushing it quickly away as he stood up his cock hitting the table. “Hey kiddo! You’re going to be late!”
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John texted Stiles throughout the day, teasing the boy with pictures of his cock, and giving him things to do and Stiles did them all. Take a picture in the bathroom stall stroking his cock; done, go to school commando; done, stroke himself during class under the table; done. John was happy seeing how obedient his boy was. For Stiles’ final task he told his son to take out the plug that had been holding back the cum he had left there and to let the cum drip from his ass as he walked out to be collected.
Stiles was fidgeter than ever and his face was red while he did it but eventually his ass let the plug out with a loud pop and he was walking out to meet his father in the parking lot.
The ride back was a battle of who could act the most normal, Stiles with the loads leaking from his ass or John knowing his son was his whore.
Either way they got back and Stiles ran out of the car and up to his room texting his Daddy.
“I did it Daddy, on please tell me what’s my reward “ Stiles sent the male a text with a picture of his ass still leaking the cum.
“Wait until tonight, send me your address, leave your door open and be in position tonight at 1 am.”
Stiles gulped looking at the message he knew he shouldn’t, they hadn’t anytime before but he was too horny to say no, too addicted to the cock to lose it.
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He did as John asked, going around the house and getting it already. Stiles had told the male that he was only allowed into his room and that’s it. So Stiles marked him a path and waited in his position where John came in.
John saw his son, his little slut, with his ass up naked and his blindfold on. He made his presence known by walking forward and caressing Stiles’ ass. “What a good little slut boy you’ve been for me today.”
Stiles moaned, nodding. “Yes Daddy!!” Knowing that his father left hours ago he didn’t hold back his voice. “Please fuck me Daddy!”
“Oh I will baby boy, but first you deserve a your treat don’t you Stiles.” John said his sons name for the first time like this. His name feeling dirty on his tongue even as his son.
“Yes Daddy!” Crap. Stiles thought he’d left one of his books out with his name, but even though he should have been scared he was turned on. “Fuck me first!!” He reached behind him, hooking his fingers at his hole and spreading it for the man like how he liked.
John didn’t need more of an invitation, he slammed his cock in to Stiles’ ass and started to pound at his son’s hole. It didn’t take long for Stiles to turn back into the drool mess he was on John’s cock. His thick cock punched his hole over and over again, his hands smacking his cheeks turning them red. He was sure now was the time, all vulnerable and begging for cock.
“Time for you surprise kid.” John pulled off the blind fold. By now he had turned Stiles on to his back, fucking him from above.
It took Stiles a moment before he realised what was happening. He opened his eyes slowly the cock making his body feel light and loose like it always did, but when he saw the man’s face he’s body was confused. “DAD!?” Stiles shouted his body trying to move away but only pushing John against him harder. He could feel his balls pulling up and he was grabbing the base of his cock to try stop himself. This was wrong. So, so wrong. “STOP! DAD! PLEASE!! W-what are you..” Stiles sobbed as the pressure continued to build and with his hands stopping himself he just rode the line of orgasm. He rode the line on his father’s cock, a cock that was making his body tingle and his toes curl in pleasure.
“ooo-ooo-mmmmhmmh-aaah!!” Stiles couldn’t rationalise it. He couldn’t think anymore about it, his body belonged to his father, it had for months and now he knew it. “ I’m cumming!” Stiles chanted repeatedly, his body shaking through it.
John on the other hand was loving it, he could see the look in his sons eyes shift from euphoria to terror and then to something beyond euphoria as if he were experiencing all the splendours of the earth. “That’s it slut, cum on your Daddy’s cock.”
Stiles covered himself in his own cum, reaching up to his face he panted reaching down to his ass without missing a beat. “Fuck me Daddy, keep fucking me!!” He laughed, there wasn’t anything else he could do but love his father’s fucking and laugh at his own sluttiness.
John smirked leaning down as he fucked his own son. “You’re gonna take every cock I tell you too, even when I whore you out to your friends.”
2) One of the alphas (scott,peter or derek) sweat becomes super aphrodisiac for the pack and licking them
Gonna go with Scott cause I wanted to do a different take on this one.
Workout Buzz : Scott/Liam/Derek/Deaton
Scott had finished up coaching for the day, he sent the players home and he looked around the room remembering the fond memories he had of this place. All the things the pack got up to how they all met. It rushed back to him, he didn’t have time to think about it since he had become so busy with the job but now that there was some down time he took that moment.
The lockers they used, the games they played it all was in here. He stroked his hand against the machines in the gym and shrugged, why not use the equipment that was here. Scott hadn’t worked out in a while so it would probably do him some god.
He hopped on to the treadmill to get some warmup cardio going before he moved over to some weighted machines working his legs and then his arms. By the time Scott was feeling tired his clothes had soaked through and his sweat rolling down his body, face, arms, everything. Engrossed by his workout Scott hadn’t heard his phone ring, or even notice Liam coming in until he spoke.
“Hey.. could I get a lift? Stiles said he’s busy right now.” Liam fixed his bag on his shoulder, since Scott had started as their coach it had been a weird transition for him. They were friends, he was his alpha, but he couldn’t let interfere with Lacrosse or the team. He knew people would be all too happy to call favouritism.
Scott whipped his head around nodding. “Sure, let me just dry off and I’ll dive you.” He smiled at his beta as he got up. The alpha approached his beta and collected his sweat in his hands, shaking it at the younger male to tease him. Being playful with Liam since he had been serious with him all the other times they had been together because of the company.
“H-hey cut it out Scott” Liam laughed weakly as he tried to bat Scott’s arms and body away but in doing so he set his own fate. The sweat wasn’t just sweat it was more, the closer it got the more he thought it smelt good. When it touched his skin he felt the urge to lick it, to taste it. Even as Scott walked away laughing the thoughts still lingered, he didn’t know why. Why sweat, or even, a guy.
Liam glanced up seeing Scott round the corner he licked his arm where some of the sweat had landed and his body shook. He felt fireworks and sparks fly through him. He wanted more. He had just found the best high in the world and he wanted it again. Liam blushed his inhibitions being melted away from the intensity of Scott’s scent in the room he had just been working out in.
Scott was still out of view and Liam didn’t know what to do. His sense were being assaulted and all his body was telling him was that he needed it again. The rush calling to him, the scent pulling him in. Liam ended up at bench Scott had sweat at and found his tongue pressed flat against the fabric licking of the male’s scent and moaning as his shorts tented from just Scott’s sweat, the sweet nectar as far as Liam was now concerned.
But it wan’t enough. Liam got up his eyes shining and hungry. He moved swiftly to where Scott was finding spare clothes and a towel and he pulled the towel away from Scott , leaning into lick at his neck. Liam shuddered again the feeling of it from Scott’s skin making it ten times better to him, he couldn’t hold back the moan. He licked up to Scott’s jaw and back again trying to take more.
Scott jolted forward when he realised what was happening, that wasn’t water going at his neck that was Liam’s tongue. He shoved Liam back and on to the ground as his hand ghosted over where Liam was just touching is shock. “LIAM!? What the h-” Scott couldn’t even finish his word when he saw what Liam was doing. The blonde jock was flat on his ass hand down his pants and jerking off.
“Fuckkk Scott you’re so hot!! Pleaseee!! Let me lick you!” The young beta crept forward trying to get more. Scott pushed Liam back not wanting to hurt him he hurled him towards the matts and Scott barely had time to grab his phone before he made it out.
He ran from the school into the trees, running until he hit the preserve. His ears all the time listening behind him, Liam was still back at the school and he was away from him. He needed to find out what this was and fast. Scott looked out from the clearing and saw the old Hale house, he knew Derek would be there trying to get estimates for the renovation; maybe he knew.
By the time Scott got to the land he was sweating again, his run making him exhausted and breathless. The alpha was hunched over trying to catch his breath again.
“Scott??” Derek appeared from behind Scott, coming from his camaro he reached out to the other wolf touching his back. “You okay Scott? What’s wrong?” He asked him but the touch was all it took.
The moment Derek reached Scott the alluring waft of Scott’s sweat reached his nose. The tantalising liquid on his hand beckoning him to taste it, pulling him in deeper. Derek tried to fight it, but the struggle only made it more enticing. The taboo nature of it , his body fighting it only made his mind start to want it more. The dark haired wolf bit his lip as Scott spoke.
“No…” He huffed almost between each word trying to get his breath back. “Liam.. he… locker room…. lick…” Scott had his eyes shut trying to recall everything and trying to keep his balance so the world would stop spinning from his run.
Derek let Scott speak of course, but it wasn’t like he was listening very much anyways. Derek was already on his knees behind Scott his face mere inches from Scott’s musky balls and crack. His nose being assaulted and his body on fire. Even Derek who would have been a strict top or even just strictly straight for that matter couldn’t stop his mind from wondering how Scott taste. Not even wondering knowing that Scott would taste like heaven. He wanted to stick his face into the other’s round ass and rim the male and slobber over his balls, and what Derek wanted he was going to get.
He leaned in planting his face into Scott’s ass he held Scott’s hips and inhaled deeply with a smile and groan. Enjoying every single second of it he fought against Scott’s struggles to move. “Fuck Scott… you smile.. amazing…” Derek moaned while he worked his face deeper his nose sinking into the other’s crack to smell him.
Scott struggled and kicked back horrified that this was happening again. This wasn’t supposed to happen, whatever this was. He yelled at the other. “DEREK! NO!” He scrambled backwards on his hands and jumped to his feet. Maybe this was a wolf thing, maybe Deaton could help. Scott pulled out his phone as he tried to shake Derek off he called the vet and let a frantic message about Liam and Derek going crazy which he dodged the wolf and side stepped the trees to make sure he didn’t trip on his journey.
When he got to the clinic he ran in the back entrance and grabbed on to the table for support. After working out, running from Liam and now running from Derek, his body was burning and aching for release. He panted and made sure he kept a distance from Deaton not knowing what would happen.
When Deaton came in he started to explain what had happened, how Liam just went crazy and then went he went to Derek for help he did the same thing and he didn’t know what was happening or why.
All the time Deaton listened he was being affected, although Scott was right about one thing; it was a wolf thing. His scent, his sweat, his musk. It was addictive and mind changing. It affected the wolves because of their higher senses but with Alan and Scott being in the same room and Scott now dripping even more he was hot-boxing the vet.
“Alright.. Hope on the table and i’ll see if I can find something to solve the problem.” Deaton turned around and started to move around the cabinets.
Scott nodded, trusting the male as he got on the table and lay down. It wasn’t unusual for him with Deaton so he didn’t have any reason not to, at least it wasn’t until he felt a sharp pain. Scott looked down but it was too late. All he saw was Deaton moving a knife away from Scott’s leg; kanima venom.
“Sorry Scott, it was the only way.” The vet licked his lips and striped from his uniform down to his underwear showing how soaked the dark fabric already was just from their talking. Deaton used a pair of scissors and cut open Scott’s clothes exposing his body. He leaned down and licked up Scott’s abs and to his nipples.
“Deaton!?? WHAT. no.no .no .no please!! no…” Scott pleaded with the man but he showed no signs of stopping.
Even though he couldn’t move Scott could feel it all. The large tongue swiping against his skin and to his nipples, the sensitive nipples he always had. His cock started to fill out, since it wasn’t a muscle the blood rushed through him and hardened his thick alpha cock.
Deaton had just finished with Scott’s left nipple when the doors burst open and in rushed two wolves. The same two he had been trying to avoid. Derek and Liam both shoved and pushed at each other trying to get to Scott’s body. Derek lifted Scott’s legs and reveled in the heavy musk on from his taint and started to lick at the skin. Liam had his attention elsewhere, moving his face to Scott’s pits he licked at the hair and moaned as he got his face wet.
Even through his begging and pleading Scott’s cock stayed hard and started to leak, soon he came over himself and the trio eagerly lapped it up.
“See it feels good Scott!” Liam smiled up at his Alpha cum on his chin.
“I can’t wait till we show the rest of the guys how good this is.” Derek licked up Scott’s cock and kissed the head of it his eyes shining.
“Why wait?” Deaton asked with Scott’s ear in his mouth, holding up his phone with the other hand ready to call the others and have them addicted too.
The three smirked as the messages went out and their cocks added to the growing puddle of cum on the floor.
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Hiii! I adore your playlists! I was wondering if you could make something like Easy boys and that one song they're always humming and the song you imagine them tipsy jamming to in their kitchen at 1AM while trying to take of their pants? They're either to drunk to care if someone's watching or they're alone and embracing their freedom.
Hello oh my gosh thank you so much you’re so sweet aaah!! Im so glad you like the lists!!
and oh man that sounds like a whole lot of fun and i weirdly know the exact scenario you’re referring to with that last point and since (for me personally) the two kind of often overlap, i combined both and i hope this is okay!!
(this is just a couple of Easy boys i know so!! if there are any ive missed that you particularly wanted don’t hesitate to let me know!!):
Ron Speirs: Geraldine - Glasvegas (which doesn’t sound like the kind of song you could do the 1am thing with i know but trust me you can. ron can. he tries to do the accent and everything. cause it’s his roots, yknow? and also you can get really passionate with your air guitaring and it’s nice and very ron)
Carwood Lipton: Bizarre Love Triangle - New Order (it’s catchy af okay and even though he’s a die hard Blondie fan i can almost guarantee this is stuck in his head at least 80% of the time and it’s always his go-to tipsy jam)
Lewis Nixon: Don’t You Want Me Baby - The Human League (just imagine: Lew’s been humming this all day and Dick’s taken note of it and is busy mentally preparing himself for the kicked-cat-esque serenade he’s going to get later that night when Lew stumbles home from a night out with his friends)
Dick Winters: Sweet Caroline - Neil Diamond (because WHAT a tune okay)
Eugene Roe: The Sound of Silence - Simon & Garfunkel (because firstly he’s dramatic af and also it’s a very Gene song to me and also i spent 2 hours singing this super off key to my bf on friday alone)
Babe Heffron: Young Folks - Peter Bjorn And John (he tries to do the whistle too; both sober and drunk. tries being the key word)
John Julian: Kids - MGMT (sometimes if he’s a little more than tipsy or even just in a great mood hanging out with friends he’ll pull out a kazoo- which he has fucking tons of- and will try and do the intro on it)
David Webster: Pizza Party - L’Homme Run (at first glance, this is one of the least David Webster songs of all time but then you consider how alike he and Ezra Koenig are and what an earworm this song is it just makes complete sense okay)
Joseph Liebgott: Fluorescent Adolescent - Arctic Monkeys (he finger drums to this all the time and then air drums to it at home)
Joe Toye: Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now - The Smiths (it just has to be okay! it has to be!! it is!!)
George Luz: Do You Even Have To Ask?
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New Year. New Me. {Peter Pan Imagine}
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Part One Part Two
Peter Pan Imagine
Author: Joi A. Wade
Tagged: @tmrhollandkay, @ arfrona
Requested: Yes, HI CAN I HAVE A EXTREME FLUFF IMAGINE WITH ROBBIE KAY OR PETER PAN WHERE YOU GUYS GET INTO A REALLY REALLY BAD FIGHT AND YOU DECIDE YOU GUYS SHOULD BREAK UP AND HES LIKE NO BABE WAIT IM SORRY AND YOURE LIKE NOPE I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE AND THEN YOU LEAVE AND HE CANT FUNCTION WITHOUT YOU SO HE TRIES TO WIN YOU BACK AND IT TAKES A WHILE BUT ONE DAY HE FINALLY WINS YOU BACK EXTREMELY FLUFFY PLEASE, OMYGOD I SO LOVE THIS!!!!, I love this so much ohmhgod, I got chills! Is there going to be another part?, AAAH I love this!!!! ;uu; part 3…?, You should do a part three to New Year New Me, home slice!😬😬, New year new me is amazing😭 please tell me that there is gonna be a part 3, That was absolutely amazing! Will there be a third part to New Year New Me?, Omgggggg 😍😍 I just read both parts of New Year new me you’ve got me hooked ITS SO GOOD !!!!!!1!111!1!1!!!1
Note: Last part after this coming soon! Hasn’t been pre-read, so might be some errors. Enjoy the juice!
Months have passed since the whole New Years incident. Peter has tried contacting Y/n for the longest, from texts to calls, emails, through her friends, voicemail. You name it, he’s tried it. But, nothing from her. Y/n was really done with him. And that didn’t sit right in his stomach, his brain or his heart.
When he got back to the place the two of them shared, her side of the room? Empty. Her stuff in the bathroom, the closets, the living room. It was all cleaned out. This was really happening, and he was the only one to blame. He didn’t know how long he thought his whole game would last, he just wanted to have someone on the side, just wiling to give themselves up for his needs and wants. But now, all he really wanted and needed was his love to forgive him.
Peter was a wreck without Y/n by his side. How she would cook breakfast on certain mornings, or him cooking for her and being scolded for almost burning the kitchen down. Usually she did most of the house cleaning, because he worked most of the time, and now their home was a complete mess and it smelled of depression and months of just barely showering. He kept the curtains closed all day, leaving it to look dark; he barely ate, or slept, and he was pretty sure he’s now fired from not coming into work. He was even threatened to be kicked out if he didn’t pay the rent.
Knocks could be heard from the front door, making Peter awaken from his dark slumber. He hasn’t been dreaming since Y/n left him, just endless darkness surrounding his mind. Once his eyes adjusted, he found the ceiling yet again for the hundredth time that day, and the knocking just kept coming. Letting out a soft groan, Peter turning his head to where he see the door. Confused for a second as to why, he then remembered he never made it to the bed. He was laying the couch.
Reaching over, Peter took a look at his phone, seeing that there were multiple missed called and messages from work, some friends…Wendy. But, none from the only person he’s been wanting to talk to. The loud and rapid knocking got worse, making Peter groan louder at the annoying noise the echoed around the place. Getting up lazily from the couch, he slowly made it way to the door, shouting at whoever it was that he was coming. Once he opened the door, all he wanted to do was slam it right back. But, it was too late. She flung herself at him.
“Oh, Peter! Why haven’t you been returning my calls? I was so worried about you, what have you been doing? And, ugh!” As quickly as she clung to him, she pushed him away once the smell hit her nostrils. “You smell like shit. When was the last time you took a shower-”
“What the hell do you want?” He rasps, eyes glaring down at the petite woman that stood with the bedroom eyes he swore he never wanted to see again.
“I’ve missed you…I’ve missed us-”
“Us? There is no us. There never was, and there never will be. You ruined my life, I should have never let you in, you’ve tainted the best relationship I’ve ever had, and I let you. If I ever see you face again, I swear to God I will be put in jail for beating the shit out of you.”
Without even hesitation, he slammed the door in her face. Walking away from the pounding, he tried ignoring her whining for him to come back and talk, but just went deeper into the condo. About 20 minutes passed when Wendy finally stopped trying and left, leaving Peter to sit in his funk and silence yet again. He couldn’t take it anymore. Not knowing if you were okay or not was driving him crazy. Were you still in town? Did you find someone else.
Just as that thought crossed his mind, he got a text message. Looking at the ID, his heart dropped when he say it wasn’t who he was hoping for. Sighing heavily, he opens it. It was Felix.
‘Dude, it’s been months. I haven’t seen or heard from you.’
Rolling his eyes, he replies. ‘And?’
‘Look I know you’re wallowing, but this is ridiculous.’
‘You and Tiger have made it clear that you want nothing to do with me. Just like her.’
‘I admit, what you did was below the belt, but you’re still my best friend. I care, and Y/n still cares about you. Whether you believe it or not. She does.’
Not responding this time, Peter just stares at those words Felix left. Ping. Looking again, another message. This time, a short video. Of her and some dude. This turned his blood into ice. So here he was crying over someone who won’t return his calls and goes out with other guys. Sure, he has no right to Y/n, they weren’t together. But that doesn’t stop the little green monster that built in the pit of his stomach. Who were you with? Squinting at the picture, he nearly choked once he identified who exactly you were with.
Her ex, Newton.
“That British son of a bitch.”
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