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magpiie · 3 years

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Kidnapped by Baby Yoda pt. 3

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3

hey guys pls lmk what you think and be honest!!! thank you so much for 80 notes holy fucking shit wowie

It's weird one day you're assisting teaching a class to a bunch of miscellaneous alien children on nevarro hating your life, and the next you're stuck on a ship with a mandalorian and his foundling who inexplicably decided he needed you to come.

“I'm going to talk to him today kid, believe me” you said to the lump of wool perched on your knee. Mando was out doing maker knows what, and you were left alone with the little guy like always. His big eyes gazed at you dubiously as if to say suuuuure. The amount of judgmental bitchy energy he could produce sometimes was astounding. “No really, i've been living here for what, uh 3 weeks maybe? And all we've really said to each other was the initial greeting and uh the exchange of names?” The last part trails off as you realize you don't even know his name. You said yours but he responded with telling you to call him Mando. So you didn't push it. You dont know alot about mandalorians considering they are almost extinct and their beliefs are often made to seem like folklore. But you do know that individualism and identity is not something particularly celebrated. So you decided to leave the amount of information he wants to share with you up to him out of respect. So far that's been none. “So, kid, how'd you break through his shell? He likes you?” the child just blinks unhelpfully. “I mean you never talk to him, but i've tried that and we saw how that went” literally radio silence from him. You don't particularly think of yourself as an extrovert who constantly needs interaction but you do need some. And currently you have the kid as a companion and if you didn't know any better you'd say Mando was a droid with how he acts. You also resolved that you needed to help out more. Basically you were a glorified babysitter and the idea that Mando was going to realize that he was better off without you on his ship as deadweight terrified you. You were a good cook, I guess you could say, but Mando always brought food back with him when he went out and then would hide in his room to eat in privacy. So that's not very helpful. The main thing that you could offer him was medical help. Back on Nevarro growing up you were the youngest of three older brothers. And considering your mother wasnt really in the picture, you had to take up the doctor role for the amount of fights three older boys could get into. You knew how to treat basically any external damage and how to sterilize and limit risk of infection. But how would you ever bring that up to mando if you guys didn't even greet each other in the mornings? Sometimes you would try to talk to him with something as simple as “good morning!” or “welcome back” or “night” or even just a simple “hey” sometimes he would bless you with a monosyllabic grunt but never anything more. But hey, you would take what you would get. After a week of this call and no response bullshit you kinda gave up and have spent the last two weeks in silence other than your episode this morning with the “good morning” fiasco. You feel your mortification settle back into your stomach at the fool you made of yourself. “Maker above, mando must hate me.” sometimes you wondered if he regretted asking you to come. But he doesn't really seem like the type of person to let you stay if you annoyed him. “Ok bug, here's the plan. What im gonna do is i will say hey when he comes back, sound good?” you look for confirmation from the creature and he gives you a slight tilt of his chin. Satisfied you continue, “and i will uhm say good night and good morning every day until he responds or tells me to shut up.” you finish with a huff of breath. This will either end with you finally finally getting to have real human interaction or left on some random ass planet god knows where.

Mando makes his way back to ship feeling the pebbles crunch beneath the heavy sole of his boot. This planet was a desert planet much like nevarro, he wondered if you missed home. Mean no shit she's probably homesick dumbass he thinks its not like he was doing anything to make the ship feel welcoming. Like talking to you. But you made the ship feel like a home for the kid and that's more than he could ever want. You probably didn't realize how much what you were doing meant to him. You made the kid happy, you were giving him something that mando never could, a mother figure. Mando tried his hardest to be what he thought was a father for the kid but it was hard. He had to go and work and it wasn't safe to bring a kid so he was often swept around to different planets and left for hours by himself waiting for mando to come back and it was hard on mando. But you, now you were there. And the kid was always safe with you. He should probably teach you some self defense he thought considering how dangerous being associated with him was especially considering you needed to protect the child. But honestly, mando had no idea if you knew how to protect yourself, you might, space is a dangerous world. He only knew that you were a teacher but that was it. Slightly alarming that he implicitly trusted you without any prior knowledge of you or your credentials. You could be a bounty hunter assigned to kill him for all he knew, or to steal the kid, but you probably would have done that by now. Mando didn't know what made you trustworthy to him. You just were. And that terrified him.

You're sitting in the cockpit with the child pretending to fly the ship as he gurgles happily in your lap. you giggle at the little guy and make finger guns and pretend to shoot an imaginary monster outside the window, “i'm the most fearsome bounty hunter in the guild,” the child lets out a particularly loud noise at that, “uhhh yes i am dont laugh at me, i am feared far and wide across the galaxy,” you tickle his sides with that one. youre so into playing with the kid you don't realize mando was back and is staring at you from the entryway to the cockpit. “You think i could take on your daddy, bug? You think it'd beat him in a shootout? Huh?” you say with your fingers poised and ready at the window.

“Not a chance,” says a deep voice that vibrates into the floor. You let out an embarrassing startled shriek and feel your heart do twenty somersaults and settle in your feet. The child screams at the interruption and immediately wiggles out of your grasp and waddles to Mando giddily.

“I-i i was uh joking, really i was,” you stutter out cringing at the incredulous tone your voice comes out as. Remembering your resolve to talk to him you continue on even though you feel like you might throw up your breakfast from nerves. “He misses you during the day,” gesturing to the child, “so i pretend to be you” you finish realizing that sounds super fucking creepy, “well not like- you- like- you, but i pretend to like uh pilot the ship and uh shoot um things?” you ramble lamely. A huff sounds from the mandalorian and if you allowed yourself to think wishfully it was laughter.

“Doesn't surprise me. Before you he came everywhere with me.” you feel your eyebrows raise. Everywhere? Shit.

“Must've been difficult to complete jobs and have to keep track of him,” you say nodding your head towards the little lump of brown wool. Mando offers you an affirmative grunt before setting the child down and turning on his heel towards the fresher. So that was an improvement, you think. Got ten whole words out of him. You feel a grin split your face. Hopefully this means you are past the dancing around each other relationship. And maker above, his voice, wow. If only you could wake up to that every morning. Deep and melodic. You wonder how deep and gravelly it sounds in the mornings. Or how your name would sound tumbling off his lips in pleasure. Nope. not going down that path. That is NOT platonic thoughts. You literally had your first conversation with him since the first day you met him and you're already thinking about that? Seriously pull yourself together. You don't even know what he looks like, or how old he is. Like what if he's like 70. And really ugly. What if your having sex dreams about someone like your grandpa. Ew. Your face contorts at the thought of Mando looking like your grandpa. Okay gross stop. You need to get to know him. Have civil conversations. Push down the gross thoughts. Even if his voice sounds like honey. And home.

You're sitting in the chair behind the pilot seat reading a random book Mando left out on the scattered floor. Its some type of mechanical manual so its truly riveting. Note the sarcasm. The child's asleep, and seeing as though mando is cooped up in his room this book is better than twiddling your thumbs mindlessly. You decided that if you were going to stay on mandos ship you should at least try to pick up some mechanic skills. Better than the rudimentary at best you had at the present moment. You knew how to fix blatant errors in engines and how to reconnect wires if the instructions were explained thoroughly and very slowly. Okay maybe you didn't really know anything past engines. But that was better than nothing? Kinda? You sigh closing the book after rereading the same sentences about pre-imperial versus post-imperial hyperdrives. Maker what was the difference? The both made the ship go super fast or something? Was that the hyperdrive? You shook your head feeling the thought start to culminate into a downward spiral of what a hyperdrive truly was. You looked around the cluttered hull and decided that you should probably occupy yourself by cleaning up the mess. Mando might appreciate it, it'll also make you less of a deadweight on the ship. It was crazy how much shit one man and his child could accumulate on one tiny ship. You don't think you had ever seen this many small metal bowls in one place. The stack currently in the corner probably contained about 12. In what universe would 2 creatures ever need the same bowls 12 times. Well you guess now it's three. The thought filled your chest with a balloon of warmth only to be popped by the realization that you weren't part of the little family mando and the child were. At best you were a business associate. The kids stand in caregiver. Babysitter.

The realization that you didn't have anyone to call family at your disposal fell heavy on your shoulders. Sinking you into the corner of the hull. You dont think youve ever felt more alone. In the cold corner of the hull with a hand pressed to your chest in an attempt to quell your ragged breaths. Like a small raft cast into the oceanic expanse of space. If you drowned, who would notice? Certainly not your family, they were maker knows where, probably light years away. You didn't even know what sector you were in anymore. What would your father think of your decision to leave nevarro? You hadn't seen him in a while but you remembered the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled. And how he would hug you after a long day. Hold you like you were still his little girl. The craving for a warm embrace from a solid body slammed into you with all the force of a meteor. Leaving you stunned and lost. You briefly wondered how mando coped. How did he deal with the overwhelming feeling of loneliness? How did he leave his guild? Did he miss them? Were they like a family? Did he think about them often? How did he cope with the lack of touch? Or did he not think about it at all? Did he not need it? Was he so disconnected from the world through his beskar that he couldn't remember the feeling of someone's fingers on his skin? Etching a path with the searing heat they exuded. Hearing approaching footsteps you attempt to pull yourself together. Regulate your breathing, get rid of tear tracks and lose the flush coloring your face. You could do this. As he rounded the corner he stopped. You peered up at him from your curled up position on the floor and offered him a smile that felt unconvincing even on your lips. He tilted his head slightly at you and made his way cautiously to where you were. He bent slightly and offered a brown leather clad hand to you. For a second the only sound heard was the faint crackle of his breathing in his helmet. You could see him faltering. Here he was offering you comfort in your clearly distressed state and you were pointedly ignoring it. You laced your fingers with his and nearly doubled over from the strength he exuded into pulling you up. As soon as you were fairly steady on your feet you marveled at your hand shocked by the warmth creeping through the leather of the glove permeating into your palm. He sighed, a deep release of tension from his shoulders followed. “What's wrong?” he said, his hand still lazily grasping your fingers. You looked at him, what was wrong?

“How do you do it?” you said echoing his words from your first meeting to him. his thumb dragged a slow line along your wrist. When he didn't respond you added, “how are you okay with being alone?” if you could see his face you would say he looked taken aback. He released your hand.

“I'm not.” he offered. Confused as to which question he was answering you remained silent hoping to prompt him to continue. He started again, “I'm not alone, not truly. I have him.” he gestured vaguely to his sleeping quarters where the kid slept. He rubbed the back of his neck,

“And neither are you.”

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soft-baby-dobrik · 4 years

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pretty girl // david dobrik

a/n: this was not requested but this gave me some VIBES that needed to be addressed SHITITITITIT.... this may be too specific but let me live okay quarantine got me feeling some TYPE OF WAY FOR MY BABY DADDY DAVID

summary: the vlog squad buys an a huge inflatable hot tub and david notices how good you look in your bikini

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Most of the time being apart of David’s crazy ass friend group meant complete and utter chaos. Everything was absolutely crazy at all times. David’s camera flash was blocking out light while everyone was loud and being complete fools. For once, you were excited for a vlog idea. You had proposed as a joke to buy an enormous hot tub because I mean, who wouldn’t want to relax in a hot tub? With that idea, an inflatable hot tub was bought within minutes. What could you say, the perks of being friends with them means they’ll go for any outrageous ideas. This was just one of the few ones that benefited you. While you didn’t want to be recorded in your swimsuit, you were at least happy to be sitting in a hot tub. You also bribed some wine out of the boys which Natalie and Corinna were happy about. After a couple weeks, the night finally came for the hot tub party. You were excited, but couldn’t help but to feel a little nervous sitting in your bikini. David agreed to pick you up since you were going to drink and he didn’t want you to worry about a ride home, so he offered to pick you up and drop you off. As much as you wished he would of offered for you to stay the night, you were at least thankful that he was a kind enough friend to let you drink and be your D.D.

It was finally time and David had just pulled up. You rushed out of your house and into his car in excitement. You had your bikini in your bag ready to go.

“Hey, y/n,” David grinned as you flopped into his front seat. Luckily, the night hid the slight flush of your cheeks as you sat.

“Hi,” you smiled back, buckling up quickly.

“Well someone is in a rush,” David laughed loudly, beginning to drive.

“Listen, there’s wine and a freaking hot tub, this is any girls dream,” you responded back. “Honestly, I would tell you to speed since you can afford a ticket, but I am a law abiding citizen,” you added, with a joking attitude.

“Anything for you, princess,” David joked, shaking his head. Without trying, he made your heart skip a beat. This was an ongoing joke between the both of you. David joked that you were like a princess since you wanted your way, and usually got it.

“Listen here! Just because I don’t put up with no bullshit and follow some rules does not make me a princess!” you exclaimed with a smile.

“That is exactly what a princess would say,” David smirked, turning of the music slightly.

“Don’t think I don’t notice you turning up the music to tune me out,” you scoffed, trying not to laugh.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Would you like me to turn that down? Is it too loud for you, princess?” David teased, biting back a smile.

You gasped and crossed your arms over your chest dramatically. “Just for that, I’m not sharing my wine with you. And no you keep blasting the music, because I AM NOT A PRINCESS,” you said the last part loudly.

“I couldn’t drink the wine anyway cause I have to drive you home because you are a princess,” David responded, matter of factly.

“Okay, you offered the ride!” you exclaimed. He just kept driving, laughing and shaking his head at you. By this time, you had reached his house. Both of you peeled yourselves out of his car and headed into his house. Much to your happiness, you saw Zane and Matt, whom you haven’t seen in awhile. You rushed up to Matt and gave him a bear hug.

“Ugh, Matt, I missed you!” you smiled, as he hugged back.

“I missed you too,” he responded, kindly. Zane stood there with is lips pursed.

“Well fuck me then, shit. Guess you didn’t miss me,” Zane said, rolling his eyes. Quickly, you left Matt’s arms to wrap your arms around Zane’s neck dramatically.

“I missed you so much, Zane. I haven’t see Matt in weeks and I saw you last week, but I missed you so much!” you squealed, jokingly. Matt laughed from next to you and Zane finally hugged you back.

“That’s better,” he exclaimed. After a small hug, you both pulled away.

“So, now that I have my two favorites, let’s start drinking,” you smiled.

“This is why I actually miss you for the week I didn’t see you,” Zane smiled. already heading to the kitchen to find the alcohol. Matt followed quickly behind. You giggled and shook your head at them. As you walked in further, you saw David lingering in the kitchen.

“I didn’t get that reaction when I came to pick you up,” David said, sassily. A slight laugh left you.

“I saw you like three days ago, David,” you responded, heading over to the wine bottles on the counter.

“And I’m the one who is driving you home tonight so I deserved a hello like that,” David exclaimed, jokingly.

“David, if you want a hug from y/n, just ask nicely. No need to be jealous,” Zane joked, making your breathe hitch in your throat. You felt the familiar feeling of your face becoming flushed.

“I was just joking, Zane,” David laughed, slightly awkwardly. As you looked at him, you noticed a slight blush on David’s cheeks.

"Oh, so you don't want one of my hugs? That's fine, they're too good for you anyway," you shrugged, jokingly, trying to cover up the awkwardness. Quickly, you came over to the wine bottle and poured some into your wine tumbler. "Also, this is my wine bottle!" you said, hugging it tightly to your chest. "I will not be sharing," you added, looking directly at Zane. He pretended to be offended and you shrugged. Zane had already started drinking and so did Matt. In the other room you saw Corinna and Natalie. With your wine bottle in one hand and wine tumbler in the other, you headed over to them.

"Hey, boos," you smiled, sitting down next to them happily. The couch had been pushed in the way corner to make room for the hot tub. Todd and Jeff were loudly in the other corner and Heath and Mariah had just walked in. They both said hi with a big smile.

"We were just talking about you!" Corinna exclaimed.

"Me?" you laughed, beginning to sip your wine.

"Yeah, we think something is up with David and you," Natalie said, bluntly. You choked on your wine the second you heard those words come out of her mouth.

"W-what?" you stuttered out, gulping down another sip of wine.

"I can't explain it, there's just something there," Corinna said, pursing her lips at you. Your face once again began to flush and you could see the smirks taking over both of their faces.

"There's nothing going on," you said, continuing to sip your wine to try and calm your nerves.

"You look guilty," Natalie said, knowingly.

"Seriously," you said, keeping a straight face.

"Nothing? At all?" Corinna asked, not believing you.

"Well nothing is going on between him and I. Just friends," you mumbled out. Without realizing, your face gave away all the information they needed.

"Do you like him?" Natalie asked, grinning.

"No!" you exclaimed. Your eyes scanned the room, nervously. Luckily no one was paying attention.

"Listen, if you do, you know you can tell us," Corinna said, smiling.

Groaning, you chugged the rest of your wine tumbler. Both of them stared at you with furrowed brows and amused faces. "Look, of course there's like a little crush. I mean doesn't everyone have a little crush on David?" you spoke, quietly. Immediately after you spoke, you started to throw the wine bottle back, letting the wine try to calm your nerves.

"I fucking knew it," Corinna said, with a huge smile.

"I hate you both," you breathed out, biting your lip.

"First of all, not everyone has a little crush on David. Don't try to make it not seem important," Natalie said.

"It's not," you whined out, scrunching your face in frustration. "Let's not talk about it. It's one sided and the more I talk about it, the more awkward it is and then I will be awkward all night and I don't want that. I want wine and a hot tub," you rambled out.

"What if it's not one sided?" Natalie said, tilting her head and raising her eyebrows at you.

"Exactly," Corinna added.

"Except it is. I don't want to consider it and get my hopes up and make everything weird," you sighed. Before they could argue any longer, you heard the boys start to become louder.

"Hot tub time," Zane sang out, excitedly. You were the only one not changed besides David. After that conversation, you needed more wine, so you threw your head back and began to chug the bottle. In the background, you could hear Zane and Matt cheering you on. Once you got up, you felt slightly dizzy for a couple seconds. You grinned at Zane and Matt and took your bag back towards the bathroom. David was coming out of his bedroom, still fully dressed.

"Why aren't you in a swimsuit?" you asked, confused, definitely starting to feel the effects of all the wine you chugged.

"I'm filming," David laughed, holding up his camera. He had changed into a yellow shirt and now had a hat on his head. The only thing you could focus on was how good he looked right then.

"Well, that's lame," you bluntly spoke, leaning against the wall on the opposite side of the hall.

"Does the princess not approve?" he joked, laughing.

"I'm not a princess," you whined, over this joke. "You just have this cool hot tub in your house and you're not even going to go in! That's lame."

"Well, I have to get some footage," he said. "Everyone's going to be drunk soon and we bought a fucking ginormous inflatable hot tub. It needs to be documented." You shook your head before continuing down the hall a couple feet to the bathroom. David stood in the same spot staring at you. "Are you drunk already?" David asked, with a huge smile on his face, when you looked, you saw his camera facing towards you.

"Don't worry bout it, sweetheart, don't worry bout it!" you exclaimed back, giggling at yourself for quoting that vine. He laughed loudly in response before you flicked him off and closed the bathroom door. Once the door was closed, you began to change into your swimsuit. The second it was on, you looked up to the mirror to see yourself. Nervously, you looked over yourself. It wasn't a common occurrence to be in a bikini in front of everyone. Actually, you never had been before. Something about it made you nervous. Finally, you exhaled and folded your clothes up and picked up your bag. There was noise coming from the living room as you padded towards it. No one noticed you at first, but once you started to set your clothes and bags on the couch, Zane and Corinna began exclaiming at you. David stood while everyone else had gotten in the tub. Every part of you tensed when everyone was looking at you. Zane and Corinna were hyping you up with the best intentions, but you felt yourself start to panic. With the wine bottle in your hand, you tried to laugh away the feeling.

As you looked at everyone, shaking your head, your eyes met David. He was looking right at you. His teeth were biting his bottom lip so hard, you thought he was going to make it bleed soon. His eyes scanned you up and down and you could feel your whole body become hot all over. One of the boys loud noises broke your eye contact. Both of you looked over to see Zane drowning in the hot tub, making you burst out laughing. David's camera was trained on him immediately. Music bumped through the house as you began to sip your wine again. Finally, you climbed into the pool next to Corinna. Todd was sat next to Natalie, making her roll her eyes constantly.

"So we can't talk about David eye fucking you?" Corinna asked as your body began to relax in the hot water.

"What are you talking about?" you asked. If you admitted to what Corinna was saying, you would end up doing something very ballsy since you were starting to really feel the wine.

"You both literally had the longest eye contact I've ever seen go on, and he definitely wasn't just looking at your eyes," Corinna said, smirking. It was no use arguing with her, so you shook your head and focused on everyone else.

Hours passed and to say you were tipsy would be an understatement. Everyone had pretty much filed out and Natalie headed out somewhere, so it was just you in the hot tub. David had just closed the door behind Zane as his uber got here. He walked back towards the living room where you were sat comfortably in the hot tub.

"David!" you exclaimed, giggling. He laughed and shook his head at you.

"I'll be right back," David replied, grabbing his camera and heading down the hallway. You quietly sat and continued to sip your wine. David came out a couple minutes later shirtless and in swim trunks. Without meaning to, your eyebrows raised at him.

"Whatcha doing?" you asked, watching him walk towards you. He held two towels in his hand.

"Getting in the hot tub," he replied, stepping in. "Not being lame anymore," he added, making you laugh loudly.

"I may never leave this tub," you replied, throwing your head back. David sat next to you and tried to take the wine out of your hand. "Hey!" you exclaimed, looking at him.

"y/n, you don't need anymore wine," he laughed, as he held it in his hand. Your bottom lip jutted out as you pouted. He looked at you as he took. a big sip.

"You can't drink! You have to drive me home, David!" you screamed, trying to grab the wine out of his hand.

"Do you want to go home?" David asked. The question caught you off guard and your face changed to confusion.

"What?" you asked, not understanding.

"Or do you want to crash here?" he asked. His eyes were staring at you and the glass of wine had disappeared. His body slowly started to come closer to you.

"I can crash on the couch if that's easier for you," you said, staring at him. With the heat from the hot tub and the way David was staring at you, your heart was beating out of your chest.

"Or you can stay in my bed," David started, moving even closer to you. By now, his hand was grazing your shoulder and his legs were almost touching yours. "I'll take the couch," he finished, looking you up and down. That made sense. The fact you almost thought he was going to invite you to sleep with him like out of the blue? Stupid. You nodded, feeling your eyes become tired. With the warmth of the water, you let your eyes close for a minute and relax into the tub further. Once your eyes were closed, you felt something brush some hair out of your face. When you opened your eyes, you saw David with his hand on your cheek. "You are so beautiful," David mumbled, looking at you with his lip tugged between his teeth. "Such a pretty girl," he continued, looking your up and down. Your mouth parted slightly as you began to breathe uneasily. He can't just say that in a friendly way right? Or are you drunk and reading in to it too much?

"David," you breathed out, blinking to see if you were losing it. "I'm drunk," you blurted out.

"Like too drunk to remember tonight?" he asked, taking his hand away from your cheek.

"Well, no, but I'm," you couldn't find the words to finish a coherent thought.

"That's good, princess," David said. This time, he didn't say it in a joking manner. There was no laugh after. This time you didn't even fight him on it either because truthfully, it sounded so nice. "Do you know how beautiful you are?" David asked, turning his body to face yours so his face was lined up with yours. Your skin felt like it was burning all over with his words. "Like, you are so pretty, when you came out earlier, just wow." The way he was looking at you made your whole body melt.

"David," you exhaled, gulping nervously. "You can't talk like this," you whispered.

"Why not?" David asked, moving closer to you.

"I'm drunk and I will act on impulse," you mumbled out, continuing to look at him.

"That doesn't sound bad to me," he responded, letting his fingers trail on your shoulder and up your neck to your cheek.

"David," you groaned, feeling the tension building between you two. Once you let his name out, David was leaned into you, his lips hovering right over yours.

"I'm not drunk, but I'm going to act on my own impulse," David whispered, making your whole body tense. Without any hesitation, his lips crashed against yours roughly. Although the initial part of the kiss was rough, he began to slow it down. His lips moved against yours gently as his hand snaked its way down to hold your waist. Both of you moved in harmony and before your mind could process, he was pulling your body to straddle his lap without breaking the kiss. Both his hands found their way to your waist as you continued to kiss. There was no fight for dominance since David was in charge the whole time. You just followed his lead. Your fingers made their way up to entangle in his hair, gripping the ends every time your fingers ran through them. He finally pulled away to leave a trail of kisses down your neck and to your collarbone, making your whole body melt into him.

After some time, you pulled away, with ragged breathing. "David," you whispered.

"Like I said, such a pretty girl," he whispered, biting his bottom lip.

"What the hell was that?" you asked, in a complete daze.

"I-well," David paused for a second, leading a stray hair of yours behind your ear, and letting his thumb rub your cheek gently. "Honestly, you just came out looking so gorgeous in your swimsuit, I couldn't control myself anymore."

"Anymore?" you asked, looking at him, confused.

"You think all this just started tonight?" David asked, laughing. "This has been built up for months. Every time I see you, you're so beautiful and I cant focus on anything else besides you," David finished, pressing a small kiss to your nose.

"Well, shit I guess Corinna was right," you whispered out, making David look at you confused. "Well, uh, earlier, she asked if anything was going on between us and I said no and she thought so, and I admitted of course I liked you, I mean everyone likes. Every girl likes you," you rambled out, making David laugh loudly. "Okay, so I didn't say it as romantic as you," you grumbled out.

"I think it was adorable," David smiled. "So why don't we get out and get you in bed? You've been in here for way too long," he laughed out. Dramatically, you stood up, wobbling slightly from the alcohol. David stood up as well and grabbed the towels. Both of you climbed out and began to dry yourselves off.

"Do you still have to sleep on a couch?" you asked, jutting out your lower lip to pout. This made David laugh loudly. He came over to you and wrapped his arms around you.

"No," he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead and your body leaned on his. With your head against his chest, your eyes began to close. "Alright, let's get you to bed," he laughed out, seeing you get comfy. Sighing, you stood up and walked to his room behind him. He handed you some dry clothes of his and left the room for you to change, going to change himself. Right when you opened the door, he was waiting outside. His eyes looked you up and down and huge smile overtook his face.

"What?" you asked, puckering your lips.

"You look so adorable right now," he responded, shaking his head. You shuffled over and went into his warm embrace. "Alright, princess, let's get you in bed," he spoke up after a couple moments. You couldn't hide the smile that overtook you as you both headed into his bed. Without hesitation, he pulled your into his arms and you happily cuddled into his warm arms. The alcohol had left you more tired than you thought you'd be. Before you knew it, you started to doze off to the sound of David's breathing.

a/n: so this was REALLY LONG!!! but this gif of David had me feeling SOME TYPE OF WAYYYYY and i hope you guys enjoyed :)

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chat-noir-always-here · 4 years

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I rewatch Miraculous—The Bubbler

Okay here we go time to dive back into French Sailor Moon aww hell yeee

(J.K. I’ve never sat through a single episode of SM in ma life)

•Tikki’s face when Mari is trying to kiss the Adrien collage wallpaper is low-key funny

•plagg lacks toe beans

•how do you “accidentally” come across your childs emails when cleaning their room? Mari’s mama is devious.

•Adrien is that a cookie keeping your breakfast crescents company? Just like Adrien to have cookies for breakfast.

•Adrien’s pained expression after Nathalie tells him happy birthday😭😭😭poor cinammon roll child

•nino: “You’d think he at least remembers to be young and wanna party a little!”

Adrien: “No Im pretty sure he was a downer back then too.”

LOL roast him, Adrien. Here Gabriel have some ice for that burn.

•Why does Nino’s shirt remind me of Goofy’s Monsters inc. appearance from Kingdom Hearts 3?

• “Am i seeing what I think I’m seeing? Dont tell me its Adriens birthday!” Girl you been his friend since childhood you cant remember it on your own?

• “Dont be a pushover! Literally!” Yeah that goes for Sabrina and Adrien too. You two let Chloe do whatever she wants with you? Yeesh.

• “Ring the doorbell.” Yeah for real ring the doorbell thats what its there for. 🙄🙄🙄

•Mari been forgetting to sign notes since episode one

Facepalms

•Bitch please you cant buy your own son a birthday present instead of bullying Nathalie into stealing Mari’s???

•that fucking painting hanging on the wall right where the staircase in Agreste Mansion forks. Can we just... Can we just burn that painting? Reduce it to fucking ashes. Seriously how can people look at it and not call the French CPS that piece of “art” is the most distubring piece of possessive B.S. i have ever had the displeasure of seeing. My brain hates my eyes for seeing it every time its visible in the show

•Im sorry Nino. Im sorry this dumbass bitch said that to you. (For real tho were you expecting anything different?)

•”Adults ruin everything all the time.” Kiddo your about four-five years from being an adult maybe check yourself

•for real check yourself cuz Gabriel is an ass and said that to you just so he could akumatize you

WORST.

PARENT.

EVER!!!

•i havent played with bubble wands since i was like ten. Are tbey more popular in Paris or is it just Nino’s thing?

•Nino’s akumatized form is so ridiculous, still. First time around it nearly drove me away from this show.

•something else i found ridiculous first time around is bubbling the adults. Its a bit more frightening though when you think about how they only have so much air in their bubble. If LB and CN failed to free them they would have all suffocated to death and Paris would be populated solely by orphans.

•LB you seriously just gonna entrust a couple of kiddos to a stranger? I know you dont really have a lot of options but still. If this were a crime drama or a D.C. movie those kids might not have faired as well.

•”Wow. That was a birthday lunch break to remember. Yaaay.” Kiddo you sound so sarcastic i love it. 🤣🤣🤣

•that little pompom or whatever the hell on top of akumatized Nino’s head jiggles a little every time his head moves and im just. Ugh. Cmon couldnt they have given him a better outfit or at least something less uncomfortable????

•Plagg is literally that little devil Kronk from “The Emperors New Groove” that sits on Kronk’s shoulder and tells him to do bad things. Or in this case, sits on Adrien’s shoulder and tells him to do bad things. “Its fiiiiine shirk your responsibilities for a hot minute and dance with your buddies. Its not like theyre here under suspicious circumstances or anything.”

•Adrien, honey, if you dont want her to kiss you you should say something. I mean i get cheek kisses mean something different in France but Adrien looks really uncomfortable.

•MAAAARRRIIII you just wasted a good deal of transformation time in a fit of jealousy for what i wish i could say was the first and last time 😩😩😩

•Tikki being a good guide and scolding Mari 🙏🙏🙏

•ugh are those storebought cookies? I can practically taste those things. I hope for Tikki’s sake they’re homemade or at least warmed up.

•”You were right Tikki i never should have waited this long.” In other words you shouldve fixed the problem the first time around not wasted your transformation in a fit of jealousy like you did? Correct.

•upon hearing the truth from LB, Adrien immediatley runs off to transform. Good boi didnt know how serious the situation was, is all.

•that look LB gives CN after her yoyo bounces off his head. Giirrrrrl he boyfriend material you knoooowww itttt admit itttt~~~~

• “Kids need adults!” The way Mari says this makes her sound like such a goody two shoes, i really cant stand it for some reason. Oof am i channeling Lila?

wipes my hand on a towel then throws towel away

• LB: “Adults keep children safe and protected! They care for their kids, they love them!”

CN: “Most adults do anyhow.”

Behold the difference between their respective households summed up in two seconds. Poor Kitty boi....😿😿😿😿

•Aww the way LB is hugging her kitty as he tries to kick at it ❤️❤️❤️

• “couldnt you have said that 500 feet ago?” Sarcastic chat noir is wonderful

• LB: “we cant stay stuck in this bubble together forever!”

CN: flirty looks

In other words theres something they could do together in their bubble.

asdfghjkl🤣🤣🤣

•the kids’ bubbles look smaller than the adults bubbles. So they are more cramped and have less air. Unfair much?

• “pound it!” Theres a joke in there but i wont. F.Y.I. In French they say something like “good job” so the joke is lost in that version teehee

•”did my son like his gift?” Again bitch PICK IT OUT YOURSELF

• “hey nice scarf Adrien! Off the chain!” Alya honey where DO you get your phrasing from? The late nineties?

• “can you believe my dad got this for me? Its so awesome he’s given me the same lame pen for three years in a row.” What the hell kinda parent gives their child a flipping pen for his birthday??? F.Y.I. In French Adrien says that his father forgets his birthday every year and gives him nothing.

Annnnnnd that wraps up episode one. Ill do episode two some other time.

#miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #adriennette #bubbler

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 4 years

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Your Living It

Summary- (Playing It Cool) He x Y/N (later i will give him a proper name besides he or me) Frustrated with the latest romcom, you two go out for some fun. Smut. Fir @official-and-unstable-satan Hope this is what you were hoping for babes.

Word Count- 2.7k

“Babes, can you like, not leave notes all over everything?” You playfully scold as you gather the papers he had scattered across the entire kitchen, and he raced in, throwing his hands up rapidly.

“STOP RIGHT THERE! Babygirl dont you dare move”

Wide eyed you pause, the papers half shuffled together when he comes over and takes them from your hand. His brows furrow as he studies them, before putting them back on the counter just where they were before. “A method to my madness, just… dont clean.”

“But how am I supposed to cook dinner then?” You whinned a bit, arms folding over your chest, and he straightened out some of the papers before turning to you.

“Ummm, pizza? Bowling alley pizza?” You wince a bit and then he adds “With bowling alley beer?” You nod then with a grin and he busts out in a grin to, and wraps an arm around you to pull you in close, kissing your lips quickly. “Thanks for putting up with me, but Im almost done with the script for Bryan and hes been riding my ass for it.”

Your hands smooth along his chest, and up around his neck, he had been STRESSING over this thing for weeks, “Riding your ass and pulling your hair huh? I should really call Bryan and tell him to lay off or else.” You joked, and he wiggled his brows, tickling along your back.

“Well thats better done in person after all. I need to see his reaction” You lean up and catch that grin of his one more time, a more playful teasing kiss with a nibble and trace of tongue before you step away. “Give me five minutes and I will be ready to go.”

“Okay! See you in ten then!” He called over his shoulder and laughed when your middle finger shot up at him and you slammed the bedroom door shut, laughing yourself. Once you closed the door, he went over to his laptop, sitting and staring at the screen. Its cursor blinked at him . “fucken hell” He muttered as he slammed the screen down, frustrated at coming up with the ending.

You pop back out just as he plasters a smile on his face and his eyes rake over your form, even in damn black leggings and a tank, the whole ensamble hugging your curves. Fuck you looked good, You always did. “See! Five minutes.” He gasped as he took your hand to lead you along, fingers wrapping with yours. “A first? One of many? The world may never know.”

What a dumbass, you thought but couldnt help but laugh regardless. Going to the car, you two headed out, while he was driving you texted Scott.

‘Hey buddy, wanna play bowl a round or two, or you to caught up in something?’

‘No! Be there, get that end lane if you can.”

Tossing your phone up on the dashboard just as you two pulled in “Scotts gonna play with us.” And he just nodded, making sure his wallet was in his pocket.

“Good, he whupped my ass last time, time to pay back the favor.”

Sure enough you were able to lock down the lane on the end, while he went to go get a couple heartburn pizza slices and mildly warm beers, grabbing enough for Scott as well, there was nothing quite like bowling alley fare, you test the balls and set to put the names on the screen. Bowler 1- HottStuff 2.Wifeypoo 3.BlueBallMC. He glanced up at the screen and smirked “You really think im Hott Stuff, Wifey?”

You snort just as Scott comes in and also looks at the screen. “What the hell guys, come on!”

You look all innocent and make a pointing motion to your man, wrinkling your nose as if in distaste.

“Seriously dude? Just cause I have a blue ball…. “ he grumbles as he unzips his bag and takes out gloves and a shiny blue ball. You two just pick random ones from the selection.

“What? It wasnt me.” the two of them bicker about the name calling and you take your slice of pizza, nipping on the end with a satisfied grin, putting your feet up in the seat next to you. He takes the first bowl, making a fist pump when it hit just right and scattered the pins across the alley. “I told Y/N i was kicking your ass today Scott”

“As if man… “ Scott is polishing his ball, looking all serious, while you to to take yours. You honestly dont care, your just shooting the ball down the lane, and hands on hips, waiting to see how the pins fall. You get three, well your happy with that. The other two though, it was almost a tie torwards the middle of the set.

“Hey, I will be back, gonna get another pitcher of beer” You offer when you noticed it was down to the dredges, and he poured out the last of it into his cup before handing it over. “Thanks babe” as you walk a little tap on the ass makes you smirk and a little spring in your step.

Taking a quick break while your away, Scott stretches his arms out front of him to stay loose. “So hows that latest script coming by the way? Last message I got from you was a bunch of nonsense about how you suck at anything romantic”

Rubbing his head he sighed “I dont know why Bryan keeps laying these lame ass rom coms on me. I cant write them worth a shit, and they just suck. Im so stuck on a ending now, and my deadline is in just a few days, after already getting an extension.” Carrying on, Scott kinda just shook his head at him. “What?”

“You man, you claim you cant write rom coms worth a shit, but come on. The last two were HUGE box office successes for you and look at you. You are basically living in one.” Scott pointed out as he moved to grab his ball, nodding towards the counter where you were chatting and paying for the beer. His head tilted, he honestly never thought of what you two shared in a movie sense.

“Just saying man…. thats a love story right there without you even knowing it.”

Yea, I am pretty lucky. He thought as you came back over, setting the pitcher down with the utmost care. He leaned forward and caught your hips, dragging you back into his lap. Wiggling in place, your legs draped over his, you mentioned to Scott. “2 more frames and the best bowler wins. Come on Blue Balls MC! You got this!” Red flamed the mans face and you tipped your head back laughing. He was watching you, but in a different light, just capturing the moment for himself. Fuck he was probably one of the luckiest people he knew.

So He won, not by much and as the three of you went to leave, Scott promising a rematch later in the week when the whole group could get together and you were hugging Scott goodbye “Game on, I know Mallory wants to see you kick his ass you know.”

“Oh I plan on it. Im gonna prime up the ball tonight with some new wax.”

“Thats the stuff Scott” you encourage him, and wave as he left, the parking lot mostly empty with the late hour and He came up behind you, sliding his hands against your hips and you felt him brush the raze of his chin against your neck, tipping back with a light sigh.

“You can beat him again baby.”

“I love how you pit us together Y/N” Making you smirk deviously and turn to look up at him.

“Girls gotta have her fun.”

“Yea well, the guy does to.” Backing you up against the car and grasping your chin to tilt your face up, his face lowering close enough to brush his lips against yours. “Im thinking we have some fun right here.” You reach to his belt buckle and tug on it lightly, “Back seat or Front seat?”

His hands were already sliding over your ass and grinding you into his groin. “Mmmhhh back” He let go to open the door, the two of you tumbling in with kisses and hands grabbing at clothes. You laid back as he hovered over you, your legs parting so he could lay between them and continue with sloppy kisses and your hands pushing through the buzzed hairs on his head and down to his back, wrapping your legs around his hips as he rolled them, sure to apply the pressure right at your core, that belt buckle just grinding into your nerves making you gasp right in his mouth. “Fuck baby… “ Scrambling your fingers into his shirt and tugging it over his head.

He rolled yours up and lifting your head, disposed of the tank top on the floor, dropping his head to bite and suck the top of your breasts that were peeking over the top of your bra, he dragged a cup down enough to expose you, drawing that peak between his teeth and rolling lightly before sucking on it, causing another jolt and moan from you, your nails digging in lightly at his shoulder blades, and dragging down. He didnt stop there, lapping his tongue over the aroused peak and did the same with the other, your bra tightly wound around you while your breasts fell out the top, kneading firmly while teasing the tip. Shortly after that he unsnapped it and dragged it off. He knew what that did to you, so sensitive and maddening, soon you were wriggling underneath him and in panting pleas.

“Your driving me insane, I need you. NEED YOU INSIDE ME. Fuck me please?”

“Since you ask so nicely babygirl” He lifts his head, his blue eyes flashing in the street light illuminating a part of your backseat. He grasps your leggings and panties drawing them down. In your impatience, you shift your legs to be rid of them. He hovered over you, dipping his hand between the two of you, teasing your wet warm folds, slicking your arousal up and down.

“Cant wait can you baby? So wet and needy.” Dipping into your core and you tighten around him, needing that sensation. “Greedy is what you are, so tight.”

You nod, and run your hands up and down his biceps, biting your lip. “God yes, so please? Pretty please? Fucking hell, please?” You bucked your hips under his hand and he swept down to kiss you deeply, and jerking at his belt, you purred against his tongue rolling around yours and started helping him, grabbing his belt loops and shimmying his pants down far enough so his cock was free, using your heels and toes to hook in his pants from behind and pull them down further, locking your ankles behind his back.

He tilted your hips a bit more, and grasping his cock, lined up to your entrance, and started to push in. He was slow going at first, taking his time to not hurt you, but fuck that, you werent having none of that and with a roll of your hips, you deep seated him inside of you, hissing from the pure satisfaction while arching.

“Oh shit baby! are you okay?” Your reaction misread by him, you grasp his ass that flexed under your hands and you nod. “Fuck yes, I wanted this, go right ahead!”

Oh babygirl, he did. There was no slowing him down once he knew just what you were looking for. Deep long thrusts filling you, hips rotating to reach all those sensitive spots that had you at first moaning and panting but turned quickly into chanting, your head tipping back against the car door and digging your fingernails into his back, tightening your legs, just drawing him in against you, rutting harder and harder into you.

The broadness of his chest, was friction to your entire body, burning. His mouth traveled down the length of your neck, nipping right at pulse points, and sucking to leave love bites in place. Yea hickeys were a teenage game, but he loved marking you, and you loved the challenge of hiding them. The car started squeaking with the motion of him pounding into you, and you hid your face in his shoulder to keep from laughing as he grunted over you “Baby, fuck im close…. “ You glanced up, and tipped your mouth up to kiss his straining neck, That spiral that settled in your belly soon caught up to his words, and your pussy clenched around his thrusting cock. Slicking a finger to help yourself along, you twirl it around your clit, and start panting. “Me to baby, together?”

Tensing up while trying to leave yourself on the edge till he was ready, his thrusts became erratic plunging and seeking out an ending, you to let go, and scream his name, while arching your entire body, waves of pleasure sparking your eyesight, and above you, his mouth fell open with a deep gasp of your name, sinking himself into you that final time and his cum filled you, coating your walls while you milked him for all of it rolling your hips and clenching around him. His thrusts started to slow, and the car stopped swaying once he stopped and using an elbow next to you, he half leaned against you. His ragged breaths blew hotly against your shoulder and you nuzzled your own face into his neck, breathing him in deeply. You two were simply enjoying the moment when there was a knock on the window and a flashlight shinning in on you.

“Fuck!” He jerked his hand down to the floor and snatched your tank top to cover your chest, lifting his other hand to shield his eyes. Scrambling, him pulling up his pants, and you ducking behind him, he rolled down the window to see a officer looking away on purpose. “Uuuh sorry officer? We were just leaving.”

“I would say so son, we got a call from the closer here said your car was still parked in the lot, and there was some activity going on. How about you head on home and I wont issue a ticket, kay?” You are entirely red at this point and tugging on your clothes as fast as possible while trying to stay hidden behind him, rubbing your face in his back to keep quiet, trying not to laugh about being caught. Of course you two got caught getting randy fucked in the parking lot.

“Right now, right away, thank you officer” He said and once the officer headed away, he rolled up his window quickly and fell back in the seat, deep laughter issuing from him. You sit next to him and sputter a bit, but he wraps you in his arms and tugs you in against him, kissing your neck, or trying to. It was mostly him huffing, and you to get caught up in it. “Baby we better get home, were lucky we didnt get in trouble.”

“Yea, we probably should” He agreed, but was soon distracted in kissing you again and drawing out deep moans, a flicker of red and blue lights light up your car and you two broke apart, opening the back door and crawling out into the front seats. With a turn of the engine, you two left, the cop following you along till you were closer to home.

Once you two reached the apartment building and made it inside without anymore incidences, you shrug out of your coat while he wanders back over to his laptop and opens it up like hes about to settle into typing again. “Handsome you sure you wanna do that?” You ask as you head down the hallway towards the bedroom.

“But I thought of a perfect ending” He states, clearly distracted to your actions outside of the bedroom door. But as soon as your bra slingshots right into his chest and falls in his lap, his eyes widen as he looks up at you, your back to him, shimmying down your leggings for a second time, he snapped it shut once again. “Sorry Bryan, day late again.” He he raced down the hallway, catching you and dropping you down on the bed.

He really was living his own romantic comedy.

@what-is-your-plan-today @p8tn0lish @jeremyrennerfanxxxx123 @jtargaryen18

#chris evans #buzzcutchris #playing it cool #spur of the moment fic #he can pound me in the backseat #and we can bowl to

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freddiesaysalright · 4 years

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Soft in Love Part 5

A Gwilym Lee x Student!Reader Fic

Summary: Y/N is an acting student in her last semester of college. When a professor unexpectedly can’t make it for the senior capstone class, a very famous (and handsome) substitute is called in. When they connect, they face a few challenges.

Word Count: 2.8k

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A/N: OMG we’re halfway through the story! So glad y’all are enjoying this one :)

Warning(s): Fluff and angst. Lost of pining, once again. Are y’all regretting the slow burn vote yet? I SURE AM. lmao

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Part 5 here we go!!!

Over the coming weeks, the show was really coming along. As Fall Break approached, Gwilym felt confident in the progress the class had made and he told Dr. Bennett so when he spoke to her over Skype. She was thrilled.

“I’m so glad you were able to do this,” she said. “How’s Y/N doing? I haven’t heard from her in a while.”

“She’s…” Gwilym trailed off.

He remembered the past weeks of being in class with you. How you always showed up early and that precious ten minute period of just the two of you. Talking together, laughing together, and sharing brief, fleeting touches. It meant more to him than he could really put to words.

“She’s perfect,” he said.

Dr. Bennett raised an eyebrow at him.

“Perfect?”

“Yeah,” he said, clearing his throat. “At her role.”

She still looked skeptical. She opened her mouth as if to push the issue further, but closed it again. It was probably better she didn’t know the answers to her questions.

“And Andrew and Sloan?” she went with instead.

“Also wonderful,” he told her. “Edith is hitting on me again, which is rather obnoxious, but I’m dealing with it.”

“How?” she asked.

“By ignoring her as much as possible,” he said.

She chuckled. “Good luck with all that.”

“How are you and the baby?”

“I’m hormonal as shit, and more tired than I can ever remember, but otherwise fantastic,” she said.

As if summoned by the mere mention of him, the baby wailed from somewhere off to the side. She sighed.

“Gotta go,” she said. “Time to feed him.”

“Good luck,” he returned.

They said goodbye and hung up. Then Gwilym’s own stomach growled. He closed his laptop and headed for the dining hall, not wanting to be cooped up in Dr. Bennett’s office any more. Sure, there were some things that needed grading, but they could wait.

He walked, mulling over once again what Dr. Bennett had said in that first phone call. Be careful there. He had a feeling he knew what she meant. He was full on crushing on you, which was not something he had felt since he was your age.

But that was just the thing. You were so much younger. And he was still your professor. Any relationship would have to wait. Even then, how accepted would you be? The age gap was still frowned upon, even after you no longer had the teacher/student dynamic. Not to mention that after the semester was over, Gwilym was going home to London, and you were hoping to be in Los Angeles.

As he made his way to the dining hall, he ran into Dr. Edy, one of the journalism professors at the school. She was very kind to Gwilym when he had gotten lost finding his office for the semester, and since then they had remained sort of friends. He greeted her warmly.

“Hi, Caroline,” he said. “How are you?”

“Great, Gwilym, how are you?” she returned with a smile.

Across the courtyard, you stood with Sloan and Andrew. You hadn’t noticed Gwilym right away, but when you did, your heart sunk. He was with Dr. Edy, and looked very happy to be there. She was touching his arm and beaming at him. She wasn’t quite as aggressive as Edith, but the intention was the same. She was attracted to Gwilym.

And how could she not be? He was so talented and kind and funny and handsome. It was all the same things you thought of him. You just couldn’t act on it because of some rules you now fully considered dumb and arbitrary. That was probably your frustration talking, but you were done ignoring it.

In the weeks since the party, you and Gwilym had become even closer. Those ten minutes before each class period were more sacred to you than any religious service you could remember. You never missed a class or your unspoken appointments.

Those minutes contained everything. Getting to know each other, joking around, little bits of private rehearsal. Each one brought you a step closer to Gwilym. Your feelings for him - which you had acknowledged only to yourself - were beyond friendship. Though you were content to keep it there for now and keep you both out of trouble. You couldn’t help but hope that maybe, after the semester was done, something more could come of it.

Now, as you watched him with another woman - one his age, who was available, and would not cost him his job - you were hit with such a pang of jealousy it nearly knocked you over. Your chest felt constricted as your eyes followed them into the dining hall. He had not even glanced your way. They disappeared through the door and your heart ached at what would happen after. They’d share a meal together. Like a date.

“Hello?” Sloan said, bringing you back to her. “Y/N, you in there?”

“What? Yeah. Sorry. What did you say?” you replied.

“My coworkers are throwing a party before Fall Break,” Andrew said. “You interested?”

“Oh,” you said. “No, not really.”

“It won’t be like last time,” he went on. “These people have morals.”

You laughed lightly.

“I know, but I’m just not that into parties,” you said. “I’d rather stay in. I’m reading this book Gwilym loaned me and I’d rather have that, with a glass of wine, in my own room.”

“God, you’re lame,” Sloan groaned.

Andrew frowned, as he always did whenever you talked about Gwilym. Or mentioned him in passing as you did now.

“Come on, Y/N, please?” he pressed. “It’ll help you get your mind off of -”

He stopped himself. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Finish that sentence,” you said.

“It doesn’t matter,” he muttered, running a nervous hand through his hair.

“If you have something to say, Andrew, just say it,” you insisted. “I’m getting tired of your passive aggressive comments.”

“Fine,” he snipped. “I was going to say it’ll help get your mind off Gwilym. There. You happy?”

“Not even close,” you returned. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“You know what it means, don’t play dumb,” he replied, rolling his eyes. “You’re obsessed with him.”

“Obsessed?!” you cried. “That’s a strong word, I think!”

“Do you?” he shot back. “Because Gwilym’s all you ever talk about anymore. ‘Gwilym loaned me this book,’ ‘Gwilym told me this joke,’ ‘Gwilym’s so great!’”

His tone was high-pitched and mocking, making your stomach turn with anger.

“Fuck you, Andrew,” you said. “You’re just jealous because you’re too much of a coward to tell me how you really feel. So you take it out on me when I get close to anyone else.”

Andrew sucked in a sharp breath and stormed off across the grass. Sloan’s mouth fell open as she looked between you and his slowly disappearing form.

“Well, that escalated quickly,” she said.

“I’m sick of him!” you cried. “He was a dick to Dan last year because we started dating, and now because I’m friends with Gwil, he’s being an ass about him too! If Andrew thinks he’s so perfect for me, why doesn’t he stop fucking around and make a move? And if he’s not willing to do that, I wish he’d just shut the hell up!”

Sloan’s expression was difficult to read. She was clearly torn.

“What?” you snapped. “Am I wrong?”

“No,” she said slowly. “But neither is Andrew. It’s hard to admit how you feel about someone, Y/N. And he’s been in love with you basically since you met.”

You blinked, your anger fading into shock.

“Andrew’s in love with me?” you questioned.

She sighed. “Yes. So could you please show a little more sympathy?”

“I’ll show him some sympathy when he deserves it,” you said, getting heated again. “But mocking me like that...that’s just disrespectful.”

“I’ll give you that,” she said. “But again, he’s not necessarily wrong.”

“You think Gwilym is all I talk about anymore?”

“Maybe not all you talk about, but he comes up more than should be expected, I think,” she said. “Look, I’m gonna go find Andrew. He’s probably upset.”

“So, what, you’re just gonna leave me on my own for lunch?” you questioned.

“Yeah, I’m sorry,” she said. “I just...I know he’s more upset than you right now. I live with him, I see it every day how much he...” she trailed off.

“Fine,” you said hotly. “Choose him. Whatever.”

“I’m not picking a side,” she said gently. “But Andrew isn’t as strong as you and he needs a friend right now.”

You softened. “Sorry, I don’t want to put you in the middle, it’s just…”

She put a hand on your shoulder. “I know. See you later, okay?”

“Later,” you replied.

You watched her fade into the crowd. With an irritated huff, you adjusted your backpack and walked into the dining hall. You weren’t hungry anymore, so you just got a coffee and went to find a table. There, you pulled out the book Gwilym gave you and began reading. It was difficult to focus on the words, since your mind was still reeling from your confrontation with Andrew. And what Sloan said.

You had never considered that Andrew’s feelings were strong enough to be love. A crush, infatuation, even lust maybe. But love? That seemed a bit much.

With a sigh, you closed the book, leaned on the table, and buried your face in your hands. Were you being too hard on him? Maybe you should open the door for him to talk about it and clear the air. Would that mean the end of the friendship, though?

“Y/N, are you alright?”

Your head snapped up as you heard the voice which had become the most beloved to you. Gwilym stood there, a concerned furrow to his brow and an inviting look in his eyes. Behind him, and slightly to the right, stood Dr. Edy.

“I’m okay,” you lied. “I think.”

Gwilym turned to Dr. Edy. “I’ll see you around, Caroline. Thanks for lunch.”

“Anytime,” she returned, slightly confused as her eyes flickered between you and your teacher. “Have a good day.”

Looking disappointed, she walked away. Gwilym took a seat beside you. The smell of him wafted over as he did. You had become familiar with the scent, as it still clung to the hoodie which remained in your possession. You wore it nightly, so it was faint, but still there.

“What’s going on?” he asked gently.

“Just my dumb friends,” you sighed. “Andrew has it pretty bad for me, and things sort of escalated. I feel bad.”

His smile faltered at the mention of Andrew’s feelings.

“Have you done something wrong?” he wondered.

“I don’t think so,” you said. “I think I was harsh, but I was honest. He acted like kind of an asshole, but...I suppose he was being harshly honest too.”

“You’ll work it out,” he said. “You’re good friends. And feelings like that can often make things...complicated. But that doesn’t mean you can’t stay close. If Andrew really cares about you and wants you in his life, your friendship will mean more to him than hurt pride.”

A beat passed.

“That is...unless you feel the same way about him?”

You shook your head. “No. I’ve never felt anything more than friendship for him.”

Gwilym inwardly cursed himself for feeling so relieved.

“Everything will work out,” he said. “I know everyone says that, but most of the time, it’s true.”

You chuckled. “Yeah, I hope so.”

“Now, how are you enjoying the book?” he asked.

“I’m loving it!” you said excitedly.

“I knew you would!” he replied. “I’m so glad!”

“Thanks so much for the recommendation,” you said. “Really captivating stuff. The way this author writes, the words she uses, I just...wow. It’s beautiful.”

“It really is,” he agreed. “The use of nature in her metaphors was a pattern I picked up on and really enjoyed.”

“Me too!” you gasped. “It’s really a wonderful story.”

“I’m thrilled you like it,” he said.

You chatted with Gwilym for another hour or so and then he brought up the break.

“So, will you be going home for Fall Break?” he asked.

“Nah,” you said, shaking your head. “I never go home for breaks if I can help it.”

“Why not?” he wondered.

“My relationship with my parents is complicated at best,” you said, unsure why this was coming so easily. You normally hated to talk about your family. “They don’t exactly approve of my career choice and it never fails to come up.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he said. “Why don’t they want you to pursue acting? You’re amazing.”

You flushed. “Thank you. But, they just don’t think it’s stable enough. I told you they work in a restaurant, right?”

He nodded. “You did.”

“Well, because of that, money was always tight,” you said. “They’re afraid I won’t make it and end up like them.”

“That’s not really fair to you,” he said.

“It makes sense, though,” you replied. “My mom wanted to be a dancer, and started to go to school for that. She got injured and poof! The dream was gone. My dad wanted to sing, but got rejected again and again. So he gave up. They don’t have any faith that the arts is a place where someone like me can succeed.”

“You’ve already succeeded,” he pointed out. “You got yourself the scholarship. You’re starring in the show. You’re nearly graduated. Do they not see that as success?”

“No,” you said. “Without a dollar sign, they don’t.”

“Do they think you’re really not talented enough?” he wondered.

“They would have no way of knowing,” you told him. “They’ve never seen me perform.”

“Well, I think if they -”

“They can’t afford to come here,” you cut across him. “New York is expensive, and I don’t have space for them in my dorm.”

He opened his mouth and closed it again, stumped.

“I’m sorry,” he said again.

“It’s fine,” you said, and you both knew you were lying. “It is what it is.”

“If there’s anything I can do -”

You cut him off again. “Oh, no, I could never ask that of you.”

“I’m offering,” he insisted.

Your eyes welled up with tears at his willingness to help. He reached out and took your hand for the first time since he had rescued you from the party. And yet, it was as if he’d always done it. Like a habit. It was familiar to you both.

“You’re a smart, talented, wonderful girl,” he said as you met his eyes. Those eyes which had long ago won your heart. “If no one else believed in you, I would. I do.”

You took a deep breath and swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Thank you,” you said, barely audible, and you squeezed his hand. “Thank you so much.”

The next class was the day before break. You arrived early, excited to see Gwilym again after your talk the day before. Your heart lurched each time you thought about it. And you had gone to sleep that night, snuggled in his hoodie, and remembering that he believed in you.

“Hey, Y/N,” said Andrew.

He was standing outside the door, looking guilty and tired.

“Hey,” you said stiffly.

“Can we talk?” he asked.

“Sure,” you agreed. “Wanna go in?”

He nodded. You entered the auditorium and to your dismay, Gwilym wasn’t there. You held back a disappointed sigh and you and Andrew went to the front. You leaned against the stage, folding your arms over your chest, and looked at him expectantly.

“I’m sorry about yesterday,” he said. “I shouldn’t have mocked you like that, it was shitty. And I’m sorry for what I said.”

You nodded.

“I’m sorry too,” you said. “I shouldn’t have called you a coward. That was harsh.”

“It was,” he said with a chuckle. “But, the thing is, you were right, Y/N. I have been a coward.”

A jolt of nerves went through you. Was he about to confess?

“The truth is, I’ve fallen for you,” he said.

Shit, you thought.

“Hard. I think about you all the time. I want you like I’ve never wanted anyone before. I just - I see you, and everything stops. Your eyes, your smile, you voice. All of it makes me feel - like the movies and poets say - like you’re the only thing I am ever going to want.”

Your face froze as you watched him spilling his feelings. A wall went up around you because you couldn’t accept them. But the words he said had you scared stiff. It was the same way you felt about Gwilym.

“Andrew, I -”

He cut you off by pulling you close and crashing his lips onto yours. You let out a surprised yelp and then struggled against him, keeping your lips firmly closed. With a surge of strength you shoved him away, breathless and furious. You opened your mouth to begin telling him off, but a sound stopped you. The sound of the auditorium door closing. You turned your head and saw that Gwilym had just walked in.

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okay so the lovely @imbicilite / @whitrph and i were talking and it gave me the idea and we thought it was a great idea to spread it around so here’s how it goes: when talking with someone about pretty much anything tbh, but especially for something that could potentially be triggering, communicate with color codes based on city traffic lights ! GREEN means it’s good to talk about these things and you’re not feeling triggered by the topic, YELLOW means to slow down or stop talking about the topic at for now while RED means to stop the conversation about the topic immediately until green again where the conversation can divert into another topic or they feel safe to talk about it again !! this is EXTREMELY important, because it’s a way to alert others that you’re going to be talking about something that could possibly upset someone because of the subject matter, especially for those who may get triggered by a certain topic - even without you realizing it because squicks and triggers can honestly be anything, it could be different words or phrases or certain topics - and can cause severe anxiety in those affected, even panic attacks or flashbacks, and because we want to be considerate and respectful towards one another, it’s important that we use these to help our friends and fellow rpers know that we’re going to be posting or talking about something they might not want to see or talk about, and it’s of utmost importance to make them feel safe, it’s best to use this to be a more supportive friend and a member of the rpc!!

on a sidenote, i’m also here to tell you about tone indicators !! keep in mind that i didn’t come up with nor invent the concept of tone tags itself, but it was being spread around for a while now and i’d figured i’d talk about it !! essentially, tone indicators are used to indicate if the person is joking, being serious, etc., neurodivergent people often have trouble conveying and understanding emotion and tone through written text, using tone indicators is really helpful for neurodivergent people to make it easier for them to read/convey, it is also very helpful for people with anxiety. i encourage anyone who reads this to also type the meaning of the tone tag ( i.e: i love you !! /p for platonic ), so it is more accessible for neurodivergent and disabled people, like those who use screen readers.

“why should we use tone tags?” one might ask, but as an autistic, disabled and otherwise neurodivergent person myself, sometimes i don’t always get my friends and fellow mutual’s tones by their message but when they use tone indicators, it helps me understand and, not to mention that it can be really helpful and avoid misunderstandings. i would also like to note that NOT ALL neurodivergent people want you to use tone indicators on them, so if they don’t want you to use tone tags on them, please respect their wishes.

“i don’t like tone tags!” one might add, well, okay... but don’t make fun of the people that use them, it’s not a big deal, and if you’re a neurotypical who insists on not using tone tags when a neurodivergent person clearly asked you to, get your head out of your ass.

“using /j at the end of a joke ruins it!!” one might bitch, and okay but... it might be ruined for you, but it still makes me laugh, personally, so please try and get used to it, and not to mention, what’s more important: making sure you’re clear with your tone so that there’s no misunderstandings or throwing a fit just because the joke’s ruined for you?

additionally, some other things to keep in mind !! please do not mock the use of tone tags, you may not need them but some people do, not everyone can tell when something is a joke, when someone’s either being platonic, romantic or sexual in intentions, etc.,, especially when there’s no visual cues or tones of voice to help us, just be nice about it, it’s... really not hard, man. if you don’t use a tone tag and someone reads the tone of your statement incorrectly, do not get upset with them or laugh at them for not getting it - that is perpetuating ableism and/or sanism, whether you intentionally intend it or not. just kindly clarify and next time, keep in mind that tone tags are very helpful for neurodivergent, disabled and people with anxiety disorders. using a tone tag isn’t an excuse to be mean either, you can’t just say something mean or not cool and then put /j ( “joking” ) after it to get away with it, don’t be an ass. if you’re saying something that could be anxiety inducing for others, i would highly recommend putting the tone tags at not only the end but also the beginning of that post. do not intentionally use tone tags incorrectly “as a joke”, to confuse people, etc., the entire point of tone tags is to clarify, not confuse people, if you intentionally use them incorrectly, you’re an ass. keep in mind that no one has to use all the tone tags, use what you’d like, respect others who use what they would like, use them however feels rights to you. for me personally, sometimes i use multiple, sometimes only one, or sometimes none at all, just do what feels right, depending on who i’m talking to and how long i’ve known this person or group of people i’m speaking to, it’ll be fine, and if someone asks for clarification on what you mean, that’s okay, kindly clarify for them. additionally, please be patient if people don’t know what tone tags are, someone might not even be aware of what they are and that’s not their fault, just patiently explain it to them or link them to a source !! education always helps !! please don’t use “/srs or serious” as a joke, some neurodivergent and/or disabled people don’t need you to use three tone tags, and in my case, i’m presuming you’re neurotypical if you’re doing that when conversing with me, but what i’m trying to say is it looks like you’re babying us neurodivergents / disabled folx, so try to use only two tags ( that is, if that person is okay with it !! ), because some people don’t need you to use three tags.

please note that the following aren’t every single example out there and there are different terminologies in different languages, but they are important, a few examples of these are:

“/j = joking / used when saying something in a joking manner, “so im pretty much the president of oreos /j”,

“/hj = half joking / used when saying something that’s kind of a joke but kind of serious / “well,,,,, im usually right /hj” /

“/s or /sarc / refers to the opposite of what you really want to say / “i just [clenches fists] love...... being sad..... /s”,

“/srs / used when saying something you really mean / “i really appreciate you /srs””,

“/nsrs = not serious / used when saying something not too seriously / “you’re the worst /nsrs”,

“/lh = lighthearted = used when something’s said lightheartedly / “hEY LEAVE ME OUT OF THIS /lh” / i’d say something like this when me and my friends would get into a silly argument and they’re trying to ask my opinion on a topic”,

“/ij = referring to something that’s only understood by people with special knowledge about something, typically only a small group of friends or a group of people would be aware of, those outside of the group would most likely be confused by it or not find it funny in the same way people within in the group would / “aAAAAAAAAA MY NUGGIES!!!!! /ij””,

“/ref = a reference to media, usually movies, tv, music, etc., “yOU SHALL NOT PAAAAAAAASSSSSSS /ref”,

“/t = teasing, use when teasing someone or provoking someone, often playfully, “aiight sure mx idk wtf im doin /t”,

“nm = not mad, to indicate you’re not actually mad or upset about something / “ow... i felt that /nm”,

“lu = a little upset / used when about about something or someone, but not too upset / “oh... that sucks /lu”,

“/nbh = “nobody here” = often used when talking about something vague to ensure your friends it’s not indirectly to or about them / “sometimes i just wanna..... tell someone to shut the fuck up /nbh”,

“/nay = not at you / used when saying something but not meaning it at the person you’re responding to / “god i can’t stand lame people /nay”,

“/ay = “at you”, make the person aware you’re addressing them”,

“/g or /gen = used when saying or asking something for real / “i’m proud of you /g” or “have you watched the news?? /gen”,

“/th = threat, used when giving a genuine threat / “if you don’t stop, i’ll block you /th”,

“/p = platonic, a friendship type of love, used when saying something with platonic intentions / “i love you /p”,

“/r = romantic intentions, typically of partners when saying something with romantic intentions / “i love you /r””,

“/a = alterous, an attraction best described as wanting emotional closeness without necessarily being at all or entirely platonic and/or romantic, used when saying with alterous intentions / “i love you /a””

“/m = metaphor / used when saying something metaphorically / “god you’re a shining star /m””

“/li = literal / used when saying something literally / “i hate pears /li””

“/rh = rhetorical / a question asked in order to create a dramatic effect or to make a point rather than to get an answer / used when saying or asking something rhetorically / “who cares? /rh””

“/hyp = hyperbole, exaggerated statements or claims not meant to be taken literally ; “i have a million things to do today”

“/sx = sexual intent, used when meaning something in a sexual way”,

“/nsx = nonsexual intent, used when meaning something in a not sexual way”,

“/pos = positive / used when saying something and meaning it in a positive way / “omg im gonna cry /pos”, implied they’re crying for a happy reason”,

“/neg = negative / used when saying something and meaning it in a negative way / “omg im gonna cry /neg”, implied they’re crying for an upsetting reason”, and

“/neu = neutral / used to show that what you’re saying is neutral or that you feel indifferent about it / “yeah i don’t care man do what you want /neu”, you don’t care about something but not in a mean or a negative way, you’re just indifferent”.

on a final note, HERE is a list of tone tags both in english and in other languages ( namely italian, spanish, portuguese, french, polish, german, lithuanian, serbian, dutch, indonesian, romanian, bulgarian, russian, hebrew, japanese, mandarin and korean !! ) and HERE are the list of sources about the content of tone tags !! i wish everyone reading this a lovely day !!

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wilfred (2011) - season 1 ep1 “happiness” review

ok so today were reviewing fucking "wilfred" basically its a story about a depressed guy who tried to kill himself but he failed because hes a pushover in life and even suicide is mocking him yea jk actually his sis prescribed him placebo so the meds he used in his suicide attempt were useless yada yada

then he sees his neighbours (on who he tots have the hots for) dog as a man and hes like lol wtf why is there a furry standing in my yard? im not into dogplay dudette, please dont do this to me ah-

unfortunately for him the chick, on the next day asks to take care of her dog meanwhile because idk shit happens in her house? and she has to work? yea something like that so anyway he accepts because hes into her and out of it aswell more out of it than anything tho

our man, ryan is pretty disturbed but it happens anyway he has NO control over his life so why would he have control on a dog fursuit wearing 40 yo man? yea exactly wouldnt make sense

wilfred enters his house and smoke a damn bong thats right, a very efficient way to introduce what kind of character were up against see, jason gann has the perfect face for such character looking all dirty in that suit with a big ass black painted dog nose you gotta think "that dawgs up to no good" and youd be damn right keep reading to discover why so basically nm happens in this episode if it isnt the setting of all the shit because well ryan has a lot of issues and its gonna get worse you cant believe this dog is gonna make things better for ryan not really hes just scamming the loser with cheap tricks and drugs

btw after (trying) to vape or w/e with wilfred, the man falls asleep, wakes up because his sis whos a bitch, remember her

its important to spot whos a bitch in each show ill be reviewing its pretty easy to balance whos the antagonist and who isnt although it often is much more complexe than that which is why im here making it all very easy and very interesting, aside from lost cases like the magic school bus i cant make that shit any worse nor TOO better like i have limited power my reviews are sike but some shows are just nah back to our whipped cream: ryans depression: he is jobless ok? so his sis is mad that he doesnt make the effort to come work and do what he has to also he used to be a lawyer btw because his father wanted him to be and then his father died and he lost his job and he hated being a lawyer so w/e but he also seemingly lost all reasons to live and redacted more than one suicide letter so im not sure what to think about it he was really eager to die yknow his sis couldnt care less tho its like "yo stop ruining my image im trynna get you a job in my hospital fuckface" yea see that why shes an inconsiderate bitch

so instead of going to work because of wilfred, ryan takes him for a while btw that vermin also tries to get elijah (the actor playing ryan is elijah wood obvs btw so this series already gets 5 points to begin with i dont make the rules) to throw a tennis ball and dont forget this ball ok? its gonna come back and start a whole drama its the beginning of our adventure a ball

next theyre in a restauration thing eating chips and drinking a beer together dog and his friend then the waitress comes and

happens the tiddies eating, it almost one fucking minute im sure we could all feel the embarassement of having your animal rubbing its balls and penis against your friend whos over for the nights leg in the middle of spring and youre just trying to get it back but wow the hormones are hitting it hard its like a cleaning robot vibrating on a grandma whos cardiacs chest and you trynna take that little asshole away but for some reason its rubbed in olive oil so not only does it reeks of olive, its also slippery as heck and you can see your grandma spasmming on her soon-to-be deathbed, she has spasms for god sake no the robot no someone stop it from stimulating the old ladys torso ah shit marguerite died after drowning in her drooling

not even died of an heart attack nah, it was such a messy death she suffered so much no one could do anything its like the robot was sentient yknow and well same goes for wilfred hes making it on purpose but uses the excuse : he likes the boobs it nothing personal, ryan

w/e they leave after paying (not for the side tits tho, it was a freebie for dogs) after that shit happens (i wont spoil you EVERYTHING, im just painting a pic here ok?) at this point you could wonder "is wilfred being a dick on purpose or its just about said instincts? how much percentage of his behavior is actually dog and how much is ryans mind (the guy is deranged there is no denying that but how much? )) whats sure is that his owner likes her dog vm and hes maining that chick

good for him? but it also happens that before that, elijah just threw the ball above the gate and into his much less friendly neighbour because he was sick of the dog asking to throw it and so yea, there is a tension between ryan and wilfred not any kind of tension, exactly the kind of elija x reader fanfic i wanted to read except pov: im a canine furry and i smoke weed on a daily basis and im a jackass

theyre almost breaking up someone does something about it i was seriously getting into it wow oh no fuck look at me tearing one or two here

rip their new born bromance? or... is it all there is to it? well see no obviously its the problem we were waiting for because when our fella enters back home and idk whatever else happens its night and his sister comes home and she goes all "lol actually i gave you placebo itd be dangerous otherwise you numbfuck" but shes quickly muted once our man notices his dog friend in his yard... its time for a reunion a heart to heart conversation to proceed so he has to ditch his sis which he casually does bros before hoes

its again about the ball which HE WILL go and fetch by passing over the fence to get in neighbours yard but damn it cant be just that? wouldnt it make a lame crappy story? we need some actions, we got the tits, the beer, no job, delinquency has no limit so fuck it says the dog as he smashes the window and enters the bikers house because he SMELLS (like he smells the shit streaks you have on your pants) the weed, ryan is like "no fuck bro no shit fuck ah-" then sees the damn weed which they steal ok? hes really a pushover he has not got the right idea of stopping being one because thats what his new friends supposed to be here for yknow trynna get his loser into a winner, that lil camper gotta level up his game, go get into the business of life barging in kicking the door to enter, no shame nor hesitation were trying to make him STEP UP for HIMSELF but guess what? ill tell you later or itd be a spoil in a spoil surely a bad paradoxal medium w/e business going on blablabla theyre up to no good thats for sure as sure as how much ryans actually enjoy this the mans into this pee slash poop affair:

spoiler alert: he does it and

im just quoting him here : he never felt more alive nor glad to be so i guess thats whats life about shitting in peoples affair, stealing weed plants and quitting your job on your first day (you havent showed up tho so w/e you never really worked in that place no one knows you its all good you can get back in that place looking innocent and smiling with your broken ribs "yea nah i never had a job here and ditched yall huh" thats foxy of him kinda but not really since he had no intention back then to do anything for himself it was all strings pulled by a fucking dog hilarious really im having a kick haha no

so what next? theyre best friends? man and dog, a wonderful friendship happens he has no more family to support him but HE HAS A DOG guys he was so into it im feeling sorry for this hobot-to-be schizophrenic man

i wont spoil you but trust me when i say not to trust a furry who eats tits on your first date

in conclusion: it was a pretty decent first episode ill update my final thoughts on the first season once im done watching it but so far its recommandable the camera work is pretty cool like its not just thoughtless filming we actually have a nice feel to it, the setting of the series is esthetically pleasing you get nice colors and it aint boring, its not like a FRIENDS episode yknow? dawg i dislike how boring it looks filming wise for start but damn i aint reviewing FRIENDS rn so next, the comedy? after all its a comedy genre series not a drama, idk if id review an actual depressive show on here thatd bum the vibe out ok? i know im making all my revs awesome w/e it is that i choose to rate and comment but still im serving you a plate of my finest sheez not any fizzle in the mizzle ok?

anyway yea the humor aint bad, i havent laughed my ass of but i did find it amusing to watch the jokes may actually kick in in the second episode ill have to update this rev alright? just hang on to your balls peeps this fam will serve in due time

rating: 7,5/10 scenery/camera work 7/10 comedy 8/10 interest/entertaining points total: 7,5/10 for a first episode is fine enough to be recommanded, like a "give it a chance" sorta case yknow isnt the most hilarious show youll watch but its fine especially if youre into homoromantic tension between a furry and elijah wood

tg, out

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university!au: day6 jae

following my uni!au with young k (idk how to link my own post asbajdnskmd im Dumb) so here another one with jae lol i think im gonna make one for each one of them buttttttt no promise bc my brain works in a very mysterious way LOL

anyway leggo

warning: this is lame lmaooooo

name: park jaehyung / jae

major: politic science

other activities: guitarist (and sometimes vocalist) of university band, member of music club, founder and leader of LOL SQUAD

everyone knows that tall skinny guitarist of the band i mean he’s hard to ignore tbh

he always wears loose T-shirt, ripped jeans, a cap that he puts backward, and round big specs to campus

professors hate his ripped jeans but can’t really say anything because oh well style doesn’t define someone’s grades and boy, does this kid actually get some braincells in him

well i mean at least he never fails his classes

he has this giant LOLSQUAD badge on his backpack because he’s proud af of his title as the club founder and leader

he actually started that club so he could to brag about his gaming skill to everyone who wanted to listen but he ends up getting his ass handed to him every single time they play together smh

if he’s not in class or hanging out with his game buddies, he can be seen following that Popular Student™ kang younghyun or as jae prefers to call him, “brian” or “brIBRI” because they both joined music club and are in the band

yes yes he’s well known and easy to spot

but…

“jae? park jaehyung?? who???”

everyone refers to him as “that foreigner student”, “the American guy” or “the gamer guy”, or my favorite: “chicken little”

i will never let that joke die im sorry but seriously he looks like chicken when he plays his guitar on the stage don’t @ me

there are only like 5 students in the whole university who know his actual name

anyways in this scenario you’ve always been interested in playing guitar but haven’t gotten a chance to learn and your friend kim wonpil invites you to join music club so you’ll have friends to practice with

“you know our jaehyungie, right? he’s really chill, you’ll get along well with him!!”

deep inside you’re like

who the heck is jaehyung

but wonpil is so excited to have you there so the next week you come to the club meeting

you introduce yourself to everyone and finally you meet him

“ohmygod the chicken little!!”

“whO THE HECK ARE YOU CALLING THAT”

“sorry- i mean the chicken guitarist- wait no-”

he glares at you, you laugh instead

scaring the new member challenge: failed

but yeah you’d seen him performing before and honestly you almost decided to become his fan

a l m o s t

at first he (jokingly) refuses to teach you guitar because you called him chicken little

and since then you keep calling him that just to mess with him

“hi chicken little”

“what’s poppin chicken little”

“why do you look so flustered, chicken little? do i make you nervous??”

he turns red chicken little is now an angry bird “gO AWAY NEWBIE YOU’RE SO ANNOYING”

jae’s a foreigner but he speaks fluent korean

he tells you that even though he was born and grew up in america he always speaks the language with his parents

but of course since he lives abroad there are lots of words or slang he doesn’t know, so you gotta be an ass and slip some difficult words when you speak to him

he gets his revenge by replying to you in english

whenever you two are having an argument (usually over stupid things) everyone in the club suddenly gets headache

wtf they’re not even making any sense

besides music, jae is the most excited when talking about LOL or social topics because well his major

honestly idk much about politic science so cmiimw

one time someone asks for his opinion about social welfare and he ends up starting a sudden debate session with the said person about social welfare programs in south korea and america and the difference between both countries

you mention human rights and he sNAPS

i mean he gives a full 15 mins speech about it

“yknow what im sayin?”

“dude… i honestly don’t get it at all”

because he be speaking in full english like wat

he’s just so passionate about everything it’s almost adorable

a l m o s t

and it’s not only his passion but also his small eyes, his laugh, his voice, or the way he occasionally lifts his head to look at you while playing guitar and you smile and he smiles because you smile first shnshsbshs soft

even the corners of his lips are so cute wow

oh fuck im emo i love him

but you adore him just as a good friend

he’s always been bubbly and friendly with everyone, not just you, so yeah it’s really easy to fall for him but you assure yourself that you’re nOT

are we having “in denial” shit again omg im so uncreative

anyway fast forward it’s ur birthday!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYY

you decide to throw a small party at your place and invite 5 or 6 of your closest friends but damn on the d-day it rains so hard

if ur bday falls on winter then change it to snowing hard, if it’s spring then maybe there’s strong wind or something, whatever suits you fam lol

so no one comes to your party lol you are Sad

BUT THEN!!!! JAE SHOWS UP!!!!!

PARK JAEHYUNG

OUT OF ALL PEOPLE

no you didn’t invite him because idk

are we really that close??? ehhhh he probably won’t come anyway haha why bother

BUT!!!! HE SHOWS UP!!! IN FRONT OF YOUR DOOR!!!

he’s carrying an umbrella but it didn’t really help apparently because he’s soaking wet

imagine that view i mean nvm

“i happened to be near here and i remember it’s your birthday today so i think i’m gonna drop by to say hi and suddenly it’s raining too hard on the way but anyway happy birthday can you let me in first i’m cold”

ofc you let jae in i mean we can’t let the chicken catch the flu amirite

but you warn him that he’ll have to leave before 11 or your RA will kick you both out the dorm lol

after a towel, two cups of hot tea, and one shared piece of chocolate cake, you told him you were supposed to have a small party tonight but no one could make it because of the rain and he’s like “hOW DARE YOU HAVING A PARTY BUT NOT INVITING ME I THOUGHT WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL” and you’re just like “lol shut up chicken here eat more cake”

anyways you two spend time joking and talking about random stuff and it’s probably not the best birthday ever but at least you don’t have to spend it alone and to be honest you’re happy that he’s here

then jae pulls out his ultimate weapon

i mean his guitar

he was soaking wet but the guitar is clean and dry and all fine like hoW EVEN

“priorities” -park jaehyung

he said he gonna play a song of your choice because he came empty handed and he feels bad about it

you blush and pick whatever song comes to your mind because you can’t really think of any, and he starts strumming his guitar and sings

and while he keeps looking at you, you find yourself too can’t take your eyes off him

the song ends and you’re about to clap your hands when he suddenly starts another one

wait you’ve never heard this song before

it’s a slow song and the lyrics are all like, the sky turns dark on the birthday of the brightest star so that it’ll be the only light in his world, how he feels regretful that he has nothing to give but his small heart, and he hopes that this lovely person will hold his hand as they listen to this song together, that this lovely person will feel warm beside him

guys just imagine the song okay i can’t Romance

it’s dead silent until you whisper, “is that… a song for me?”

jae’s face turns red and he starts panicking™ like “i made up the lyrics just now okay i know it’s fricking sappy and cheesy as hell okay i just uhhh want to cheer you up!!!! because you seem kinda down!!!!! let’s not talk about this again uGh WhatEvER leT Me LIvE!!!!!”

but you chuckle and thank him, it was the best present you can get from anyone

you two stare at each other for a second that feels like years and he finally breaks the silence, “you know,,, maybe i came here on purpose,,, maybe actually i want to see you,,,”

“and why is it?”

“because i think,,, i miss you,,, kinda”

and you don’t say this out loud but maybe you do know that

even if you say you’ll never

in fact you’ve already fallen for him a bit

or perhaps a lot

like a lot

then he leans in to kiss your lips and you kiss back and it’s almost not awkward at all, it just feels right as if you’ve kissed him million times before

a l m o s t

you two still blush real hard after

but yeah that’s how you two start dating

none of you two tell anyone about it but it’s pretty obvious, i mean jae always picks you up at your dorm, he walks with you to your class or vice versa (if your classes don’t overlap tho), you two keep stealing glances at each others, also—

jae with you: “hey,,,, come here sit with me u3u,,,,, did you have lunch??? oh i wrote a song last night check this out,,,, what are you gonna do this saturday? oml you’re so cute”

jae with everyone else: “HAHAHAHA FUCKING FUCK SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU FUCKING PRICK ALSO BRIAN FUCKING KANG IF YOU STEAL MY FUCKING FRIES AGAIN I WILL LITERALLY SNAP YOUR FUCKING NECK”

welp actually he’s not always sweet with you, sometimes you two still argue about silly things using mixed languages but now everyone in the club knows better to just run away once it begins

because it’ll end up with you two fighting or you two kissing

yes im nasty and a disappointment bye

btw wonpil is excited af it’s almost like he’s dating you both

“it’s really nice seeing you two finally together!!!!!!! especially because jaehyung really couldn’t shut up about you ever since the first day you joined our music club”

“wait wha-”

“YOU SNAKE THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SECRET FUCK OFF”

I’m so in love with park jaehyung y'all hsnshsbsh aNYWAYS!!! 100 blocks limit has lifted from tumblr app AYEEEEE

#day6 #jae #park jaehyung #day6 imagines #day6 scenarios #day6 fanfic #day6 reactions #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #this is embarassing smh #bye

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Strawberries and cigarettes (part 1)

The sun was just beginning to make its way down towards the horizon, it was the first official day of summer and Ethan Dolan finally saw it fit to leave his house and spend time with his friends. It had been a rough winter. Long. Cold. Lots of snow. Ethan hates the cold. This was the kind of weather he liked. 80° and a slight breeze. But god this town is getting boring. He didn’t even mind staying home all winter, it’s better than the usual bullshit his friends partake in. Drinking, drugs, vandalism, it all gets so old after awhile. When you first begin, there’s the rush of knowing what you’re doing is wrong, you feel alive when that thought crosses your mind that what you’re doing is illegal, and could get you in trouble, but you’re getting away with it somehow. But after awhile it’s just old. Ethan wanted to discover the world, he wanted to discover what makes him happy, what would make him feel passion, and exhilarate him all at once. This was of course, not something he could share with his friends. Maybe his twin brother Grayson, if the mood was right. But definitely not his friends.

“E, you want a beer, man? You’re awfully quiet over there.” Ethan snapped out of his thoughts and looked over at Grayson, “nah, man... I’m good,” he responded. Grayson shrugged. “Suit yourself,” he said as he headed back over to the bonfire their friends had lit on the beach. Ethan walks over to the empty blanket laid out in the sand, and finds himself staring at the vast and infinite ocean, thinking about how badly he wanted to just leave. Just go anywhere. Just discover. Explore.

Ethan’s thoughts were quickly interrupted by loud laughter and screams. He jerked his head to the left and saw that all the guys he’d came with had found a group of girls, and they were removing all of their clothing and sprinting into the water. Ethan laughed as he saw Grayson pick a half naked girl up, throw her over his shoulder and take off towards the ocean at full speed.

Out of the corner of his eye, Ethan could see a girl, sitting alone, the same way he was, on a blanket away from the girls she had clearly came with. The difference between Ethan and said girl, was that she had literally brought a book and book light to the beach and paid no attention to her friends skinny dipping with boys they had just met. Ethan was immediately intrigued, but was also not brave enough to just walk up to this mystery, book reading girl and start conversation. Anyone who brings a book to public places clearly has no interest in holding conversation.

The girl looked up and noticed Ethan’s intense stare. She smiled and returned to her book. Oh god, how embarrassing. What the fuck. How do I convince her I’m not a creep now? Does she know I had been looking for awhile? What book is she reading? Why is she not out there with her friends? Were all thoughts that passed through Ethan’s brain at a million miles a minute.

Ethan hopped up off the blanket, brushing his hands against his shorts to get the sand off. The only thing to do in this situation that would possibly make it a little less awkward would be introducing himself, maybe act like he recognized the book cover and was trying to see the title? No, that won’t work. He sat back down, feeling just a little more mortified than he had before standing.

A wet haired Grayson approaches with a giant smile. “What are you doing over here, creep? Staring at y/n?” Ethan smirked. “You know her?” Grayson looked over at her, “not really, just have seen her around. Girl brings a book with her everywhere so clearly she’s too intellectual for me. Also not my type,” He laughed. “Not your type either, Ethan,” Joe, another one of their friends, commented as he approached Ethan and Grayson, “you’re a dumb ass and she’s a genius, it’d never work.” Ethan laughed, “sometimes opposites attract, asshole.” Joe laughed. “I don’t know man, she’s not that cute, look at all her friends. You’re crazy for being focused on the lame one sitting on the blanket reading while the rest of her friends are partying with us. But then again, I guess that’s exactly what you’re doing.” Ethan felt a pang in his chest and his cheeks flushed bright red. “Fuck off,” Ethan said below his breath.

Ethan spent the rest of the evening staring at y/n and wondering how he could possibly be so intrigued by someone he knows nothing about. He found himself imagining nights with her curled up in between his legs with a book, him reading over her shoulder, and peppering soft kisses on her neck, he imagined Sunday mornings waking up next to her, the smell of her shampoo filling his nostrils, as he envelops her in his arms to just hold her for a bit. His thoughts were once again interrupted by the loud voice of his brother. “That’s it. Im telling her you’ve been staring all night if you don’t get up and ask for her number right now,” Grayson said. “Shut up, dude. She’s clearly busy,” Ethan responded, his tone harsh and serious. “SO DISTRACT HER. I’ll give you 30 seconds to get up and ask for her number before I start screaming her name.” Ethan began to panic, he really didn’t want to disturb her, and he was pretty positive he didn’t stand a chance in hell. “3,2,1......Y/N!!!” Grayson shouted across the beach. Y/n looked up from her book and her eyes darted directly to Ethan and Grayson. She had a confused look on her face as she set her book down and slowly waved her hand at them as if to say “hi”. “Go, Ethan. Now.” Ethan stood up and walked over to her. He could feel his hands starting to sweat, and his brain shutting down. He had absolutely no idea what he was going to say as he approached her, and without thinking his mouth actually uttered the words “Books are cool.” Y/n chuckled lightly. “Yeah, I guess they are.” Ethan mentally smacked himself upside the head. He’d physically slap himself upside the head later, but for now, doing it mentally would have to do. “What is you’re reading?” Ethan asked as he shuffled his feet and avoided eye contact. What the fuck is going on? Ethan mentally asked himself. He had never been this nervous around ANYONE, girls aren’t necessarily his forte, like they are Grayson’s, but he wasn’t bad. He could pick up girls without an issue. He couldn’t believe he was so tongue tied. “Just some cheesy romance novel I found on a young adult best seller list on Buzzfeed,” y/n laughed at herself. “Cool, cool. I’ve been wanting to get into reading, but I haven’t read a book since like fourth grade. I don’t even know what kind of books would interest me at this point, honestly” Ethan said, at this point just trying to keep the conversation going. “Well, just browse the library and read the back cover and I’m sure you’ll find something...” y/n was confused as to why this conversation was even happening. He isn’t the type of boy to usually strike up conversation with her. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Maybe... we can go to the library together?” Ethan finally mustered up the courage to ask her. Y/n sat in silence and refused to make eye contact with the boy in front of her. “Or not, it’s totally fine. You’re probably busy don’t worry about it,” sheer embarrassment overtook Ethan in that moment and he turned to walk away as he heard y/n begin to speak. “Is this some kind of joke? Did Grayson put you up to this?” She asked. Ethan noticed that she wasn’t asking out of insecurity, it was more like, she wasn’t gonna take any shit. And he liked that. “Are you kidding?” He responded, contemplating whether or not his ears had deceived him. “No, I’m not kidding.” She said matter of factly. “This isn’t a joke,” he responded, not knowing what else to say. “Okay then, sure. Here’s my number,” she pulled a pen and an old receipt out of her purse and wrote her number on it for Ethan. He smiled “I’ll text you then. We’ll get it set up.” He turned to walk away again, this time content, with a smile on his face. “Hey Ethan...,” y/n called out after him. “Yeah?” He turned around. “Please don’t end up being a tool.” He laughed. “I won’t.” He responded before heading to his car. He could leave happy now. Maybe this night wasn’t such a bust after all.

(I really don’t know how I feel about this but I have so many ideas please give me feedback!!! Thank you i love you!)

#ethan dolan #grayson dolan #ethan dolan x reader #dolan twins #ethan dolan fic #ethan dolan imagine

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not-close-to-straight · 6 years

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I See You (Part 2)(Spideypool)

A commission from @pumpkin-spidey. I had so much fun writing this! It ended up being around 6500 words and honestly, my bad, I got carried away and couldn’t bear to delete any of it lol

This is a direct continuation of “I SEE YOU” A ghost!Peter fic from my SUNDAYS WITH SPIDEYPOOL prompts.

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From “I See You”:

“Its me.” Peter nodded his head and reached for Wade’s hand to bring it to his cheek. “It’s me. I promise. I don’t understand why or how or anything like that, but I’m right here. Im really here. You aren’t crazy.”

He hesitated, twisted his mask in his other hand anxiously. “Can you– can you see me?”

“Yeah baby boy.” Wade brought his other hand up to frame Peters face, rubbing his thumbs through the tears. “Yeah, I see you.”

*********************

They stood in the entry way for a long time, Peter making no effort to step away, Wade too stunned by everything that happened to even try to step away.

“I’m not crazy?” he whispered. “You’re really here? It’s really you?”

“I’m really here.” Peter moved forward again, lips pursed and hands reaching like he wanted to kiss Wade. “I’m really here and it's really me and I can’t believe we are actually--”

“I should-- I should shut the door.” Wade ducked out of Peter’s reach, backing up several steps. “Why don’t you look around? Or get a drink or something? I need to fix the door or the neighbors will complain.”

“There’s no neighbors, Wade.” Peter’s dark eyes softened with understanding when he saw the panic flickering at the edges of Wade’s smile. “But I am definitely curious to look around the place. You fix the door, I’ll go be nosy.”

“You were always good at being nosy.” Wade allowed, and Peter did an adorable scrunch of his nose that was wonderfully, heart breakingly familiar. “Is it harder to be nosy now that you can’t walk through walls?”

“Nah.” He shook his head. “The Spidey thing has really made up for that. Now I just web to walls and it's about the same thing.”

“Spidey thing.” Wade tried to laugh but it came out a little strangled. “Yep. First the ghost thing and now the Spidey thing. Good Christ.”

“I know, Wade, I’m having a hard time processing it all too.” Peter smiled reassuringly and changed the subject, taking a few steps into the apartment so Wade could get to the door. “So you never moved, huh? You just stayed here for all these years?”

“I um--” Wade closed the door, setting it carefully so it wouldn’t come off the hinges. “No, I never moved. Never saw the point and I didn’t want to go just in case you--” he stopped, swallowed, closed his eyes and tried to count to a hundred because it was Peter standing in his apartment again, Peter who was Spidey, and the whole thing was almost as unbelievable as finding Peter as a ghost in his apartment the first time around.

“Just in case what?”

“I didn’t want to leave just in case you came back.” he finished lamely, rubbing a hand over his bare scalp and wincing in embarrassment when Peter’s eyes tracked the motion. “I didn’t know if you would come back, but I wanted to be here just in case.”

“How long has it been?” Peter put his hands in his pockets, and leaned against the door jam, trying not to stare because Wade was so obviously uncomfortable, but honestly he felt like he wanted to devour the man.

For years he’d had bits and pieces of memories-- snapshots of a man he didn’t know, of a voice that was familiar for a reason he couldn't pinpoint. He had fallen asleep at night and dreamed of a teasing smile and strong hands that had never really touched him even though they had come close, woken up and rolled over to hold someone that wasn’t there but should be there.

It had come close to driving him crazy, the memories and dreams and the wanting--

And now he was standing right here, realizing that he and the man from his memories had been spending time together as Spider-man and Deadpool for months now, had been sharing meals and jokes and high fiving after catching a bad guy and it was… it was….

Well surreal wasn’t a big enough word for it.

It was mind boggling. Fantastic. Unbelievable. The craziest coincidence that ever could have happened, but considering Peter’s life up to this point-- and Wade’s life, if he were being honest-- it just once more thing in a long line of things that had seemed unbelievable but were somehow happening anyway.

The difference between this unbelievable thing and all the other ones, was that this unbelievable thing made him so happy he thought he could cry all over again, thought he very well might throw himself at Wade and never let him go.

“How long has it been?” Peter asked again, quieter this time. “Since I disappeared?”

“Just about twenty five years.” Wade folded his arms and looked down at his feet. “Twenty three and some change? Long enough that I should have moved on, but not long enough to convince me to actually move on yet.”

“I’m so glad you didn’t move on.” Peter’s breath hitched, the words catching over the lump in his throat. “Wade, I can’t tell you how happy I am that you’re still here. I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life to meet you again.”

“...I’ve been waiting an awful long time to meet you again too, Pete.”

Wade didn’t say anything else, so Peter finally moved from the entry way, wandering through the kitchen and trailing his fingers over the counters, keeping his voice light when he asked, “How have you had the same counters for almost twenty five years? These were ugly back then and they are ugly now.”

“Changing counters wasn't exactly on my list of things to do.” Wade offered self consciously. “I’ve been...busy.”

“Right, the mercenary thing.” There was that smile again, as pure and non-judgmental as it had been when Wade had told him the story the first time. “Being unkillable sure helps with that sort of thing, doesn’t it?”

“I--I guess so.”

Peter moved to the living room, making an impressed noise over the huge television, clicking his tongue in dismay over the lack of curtains. “You boarded over the windows? Why?”

“No one needs to see me in here.” It seemed like a lame explanation, so Wade added, “And you know, this isn’t exactly the safest neighborhood--”

“It’s not the safest neighborhood because you live here.�� Peter teased and Wade put a hand to his heart because it just hurt.

This was too much, it was too much, and he really didn’t know if he could handle it.

The first time Peter had shown up in this apartment, vaguely see through and shimmering in and out and entirely not human, Wade had thought he had lost his mind, thought he was having a fucking psychotic break, thought the grief over losing Vanessa had finally driven him over the edge and he’d been fine with it.

At least if he was hearing voices and seeing things he wouldn’t be lonely, right?

Right?

But now? Now he was barely learning to cope and Peter was back. Twenty plus years of trying to lose himself in anything so he wouldn’t have to deal with the loneliness and he’d finally settled down, found a place for himself working with the Avengers, had struck up an awesome friendship with Spider-man….

And now Peter was back, and he wasn’t just Peter, he was Spider-man and an Avenger and an intern at Stark Industries and basically woven all the way through Wade’s life in all these little ways and Wade hadn’t known it at all.

But now he did know.

And it was almost too much.

“You kept the couch!” Wade startled out of his thoughts when Peter flopped down onto the ratty old thing, wincing when he bounced off the ancient springs. “Why would you keep this awful thing! Twenty five years! Couches aren’t meant to live that long, I know you have bags of money from your jobs, stop being such a cheap ass and buy a new one!

“I don’t need a new couch.” He defended. “It's the one where we met for the first time so I never--” Peter’s head shot up, tears shimmering in his eyes and Wade swallowed, looking away. “I uh, I never--”

“You never got rid of it.” Peter finished, and Wade just nodded.

“Bathroom looks the same.” After a minute, Peter kept moving through the house, and Wade breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh my god! You don’t have a shower curtain? Who doesn’t have a shower curtain?”

“Not like anyone is going to walk into my bathroom and scream when they see me, Pete.”

“But still!” His voice muffled as he poked around in the spare bedroom. “You don’t have anything in here but guns! There are so many guns in here!”

“I have a hard time believing you’re surprised by that.”

“Touche.” Peter popped his head out with a grin. “I’m definitely not surprised. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“I--I don’t know either.” Wade was trying to smile, but it was a little shaky. “You should know about me and my guns, right?”

“Can I see your bedroom?” Eyebrows waggled mischievously. “Or it that private?”

“We both know you’re nosy enough to just look anyway.” Wade finally managed a bit of snark, making it past the shock still rendering him mostly numb. “I guess I should be impressed that you even asked. Time was you just phased right through the walls with no regard to anyone’s privacy at all.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t want me spying on you naked.” Peter sassed back and headed down the hall to the master bedroom, stopping to tap on the wall. “You put up a mirror? I thought you hated these things?”

“After you-- after you left, I put one up.” Wade made himself look away from the hope on Peter’s face. “I wanted to make sure you had a way to come back. You said that I’d trapped you in here the first time when I took all the mirrors down so--”

He shut his eyes when the hope faded to sadness, Peter’s mouth pulling down into a frown, “I didn’t want to be alone anymore, so I thought if I hung up a mirror you would come back and then I could take it down or cover it or whatever and you wouldn’t leave again.

“Wade.” Peter was suddenly in his space, flattening his palms on Wade’s chest, standing close enough that their noses would have bumped if Wade looked up. “Wade, can you see me?”

“Of course I see you.” he whispered, even though his eyes were shut tight. “Of course I see you.”

“Because I’m right here.” Peter picked up Wade’s hand and placed it on his own cheek, smiling when the usually unflappable mercenary shuddered over the simple gesture. “Do you see me? I’m right here and you’ve hardly even made eye contact. Look at me. Look at me.”

Wade forced his eyes open, forced himself to look down into the bright eyes, to see the smile curving around impossibly pretty lips, to feel the warmth pouring off Peter’s body.

“Can you see me?” Peter murmured, his fingers touching so carefully over Wade’s cheek bones, over his jawline like he had done so many times before. But this time the touch didn’t fade, his fingers didn’t thin and disappear to nothing and pass through Wade’s skin, this time he was solid and real and altogether overwhelming. “Can you see me?”

“I see you.” Wade finally gave in and let himself breathe, put an arm around Peter’s waist and another over his shoulder, holding him as close as he could. “I see you, baby boy. I see you.”

“I’m right here.” Peter was crying again, burrowing tighter into Wade’s body. “I’m right here, Wade. And you can hold me. I’m not going to fade away and I’m not going to just disappear one day. It’s me. I’m here. I'm the same as I’ve always been, I’m just--just real now.”

“Ain’t no strings on you, huh?” Wade brushed Peter’s tears away with rough fingertips. “You’re a real boy?”

“Well I mean, I have webs now, do those count as strings?” Peter smiled through his tears and Wade wiped them away with a quiet, “Don’t cry, baby, we will figure this out.”

“I know we will.” Before Wade could even think to step away, Peter crushed their mouths together in a desperate kiss. “I know we’ll figure it out. I’ve been trying to joke about this, but I’m kind of panicking too, alright? But everything’s finally going to be alright. It’s finally--” another kiss, careful hands over Wade’s head and down his neck to rest on his shoulders. “It’s finally going to be alright. Wade, I’ve waited so long to feel you--”

Peter moaned when Wade finally kissed him back, nothing more than hesitant press against his lips. “To really feel you. I couldn’t before, you know, I could just barely touch you before I faded and now I can actually touch you. It’s amazing.”

Wade tensed when Peter shoved his hands beneath his shirt, ready to apologize for how awful his skin was was, but his eyes widened when Peter made a sweet sort of sound and pressed even closer. “God you feel good. You feel so good, Wade. I always wondered how you would feel and now it's--”

“Pete.” Wade grabbed at Peter’s wrists when hands started wandering lower. “Wait.”

“Wade?” Softly, anxiously, Peter tilting his head back to read Wade’s expression, the first hint of uneasiness in his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“I just need a minute.” Wade whispered. “This is amazing, it really is, but I need a minute to process and to think about it and to come to terms with--” a vague motion between them. “--with you. With you being Peter and with you being Spider-man and with you being part of my life all these months and me not knowing it? It’s--it’s a lot, Pete. I need a minute. Is that alright?”

“Okay.” Peter took a step away, shoving his hands in his pockets and nodding sheepishly. “Okay, that’s fine. That’s fine. Can I stay or do you want me to leave? Or--?”

“Please stay.” Wade held out his hand again. “I don’t want you to leave.”

“I’m so glad you said that.” Peter laced their fingers together and lay a gentle kiss on Wade’s knuckles. “I don’t want to leave either.”

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They ended up on the rickety old couch, Wade sitting on one end with a beer, Peter at the other with a bottle of water, both sipping at their drink and trying not to stare at each other.

Or rather, Wade was trying not to stare. Peter wasn’t even making an attempt to be subtle, his eyes sparking as they trailed over Wade’s body, wetting his lips distractingly, drumming his fingers on his knees as he waited for Wade to gather his thoughts.

“So um.” Wade broke the silence first. “When did you-- when did you first remember me? What’s your first memory of us?”

“It wasn’t really memories at first.” Peter said quickly, relieved that they were finally talking. “It was more like deva ju when I was growing up. Someone would laugh and it would remind me of you, but I didn’t know it reminded me of you, if that makes sense. Or I’d hear the last name Wilson and automatically wonder if I’d met the person before?”

He thought for a minute. “Um, May bought me a Kindle for my eleventh birthday and even though I downloaded about a thousand books, I kept thinking that I had read a bunch of the classics before? Just lots of times where I felt like ‘I’ve done this before’ or ‘I know this’ and it was always… weird.”

“When did it change?”

“After I got bit by the spider.” Peter nodded when Wade’s eyebrows rose. “I don’t know if it was only the spider bite, or just because I was also hitting puberty right about that time or what, but I started having dreams about you. All night long. Random things too. My whole dream would be just sitting on the couch, sometimes we wouldn't even talk. Just sitting here. Other times I’d dream I was watching you but you didn’t know that I was watching you? Nothing scary, and nothing terribly specific. Just normal kind of domestic things.”

“And when--” Wade’s hand tightened on the beer bottle. “I mean did it ever change after that? Or was that just how it stayed? Normal and… domestic?”

“A few months after my eighteenth birthday the dreams started getting… descriptive.” Peter was whispering now, a faint blush on his cheeks. “I’d dream about kissing you, dream about you lying on the couch and being able to touch you all over. Some nights I just dreamed that you were lying behind me on my bed, and it felt so real that I thought if I scooted backwards, I’d feel you. Those mornings I’d wake up and just ache. Go through my day wanting to cry because I felt like I was grieving. I missed you so much but I never saw your face in my dreams so I never ever knew who I was missing.”

“I realized I’d been a ghost eventually.” he added when Wade didn’t say anything for a long minute. “I dreamed or remembered or something-- just a real vivid moment where I remembered disappearing. The look on your face, how scared I’d been, the way you told me everything would be alright. And once I figured that out, all the other memories made sense.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean--” the blush darkened and Wade couldn’t believe how much he loved it. “I didn’t know why we would touch in my dreams but never really touch. And all the right um… emotion… was there? I knew that in my past life I loved you and I knew you loved me, so I couldn’t figure out why we only slept next to each other, but when I realized that I hadn’t been exactly human it made more sense.”

“You loved me.” Wade repeated. “You-- you loved me?”

“Well of course I did.” A pause, and then, “Didn’t you love me?”

“...yeah. I did.” Wade coughed to clear his throat. “So do you remember your past life, then? The one before you were a ghost?”

“Being a trapeze artist stupid enough to do stunts without a net.” Peter nodded. “Oh yeah. Vividly. I never doubted that life, it was the one with you that was hazy and sort of odd until I figured out what had happened.”

“So earlier, when I called you baby boy? What happened then?”

“It was so weird.” Peter laughed, rubbing his hand over his face. “Oh my god. You called me baby boy and it was like all the fuzzy edges of all those dreams were wiped away and you were in all of them. It all just clicked. Your voice, the way you move, your laugh, the attitude. You have always seemed familiar but I’ve spent my entire life with such intense deja vu…” he shrugged. “You know?”

“But you called me baby boy and I realized who you were--” he inched closer on the couch. “--and then I couldn’t stay away. I had to come find you.”

“Am I ugly to you now?” the words were barely audible, Wade staring down at his hands. “Now that you’re not...not ghostly, am I ugly to you?”

“What?” Peter’s mouth fell open. “No! How could you even ask that?”

“You told me before that you saw my soul.” Wade emphasized. “That we were on the same spiritual plane because you weren’t really alive and I couldn’t really die. You saw my soul, so my outside and the scars and all that didn’t matter, but now--”

“I think my exactly words were, ‘you’re gorgeous, so even if I couldn’t see your soul, I’d still stare at you’.” Peter corrected with an impish little grin. “And I loved how warm you were because I was always cold.”

“You remember saying that?”

“Like it was yesterday.” Softer now, “And nothing’s changed on my end, Wade, nothing at all.”

“Alright.” Wade kept fiddling with his beer bottle. “Alright. Well, I didn’t move on, Pete. I healed from losing Vanessa, but it was impossible to move on from you. There was so many chances that you could come back, so many what ifs that I never gave up hope. I mean, I never really thought you’d come back, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

Quiet between them now, Peter biting at his lip anxiously, Wade peeling the label from the bottle until-- “Can I kiss you? Really kiss you like I wanted to back then? I know it's been a long time between us but-”

“Oh.” Peter was moving in a split second. “Oh Wade, please kiss me.”

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The first kiss was tentative, a cautious press of their mouths and Peter swallowed back an impatient whine when Wade pulled away after just a few seconds to take an unsteady breath.

But he came back, and this time he framed Peter’s face with both hands, smoothing his thumbs over the high cheekbones, sliding his fingers into the thick hair as they kissed and when Peter nibbled at his bottom lip with a questioning noise, Wade opened with a low groan, tightening his hold so Peter wouldn’t leave.

“I’m not going anywhere.” Peter murmured, shifting so they could deepen the kiss, sucking greedily at Wade’s tongue when it ventured into his mouth, letting it slip and curl against his own. “I’m here, I’m here, I’ve been waiting so long to be able to kiss you like this oh my god, oh my god Wade--”

“Peter.” Wade made a hungry sort of noise and gathered Peter into his arms, settling his hands around a trim waist, smoothing them down lean hips--and when Peter mmhmmed in approval--down further to palm over a wonderfully pert bottom, kneading and squeezing over the curve until Peter was panting into his mouth and moving restlessly on his lap.

“Wade, can we--” Fingers plucking at his shirt, tapping over his heart. “Will you take me to bed? I’ve never been with anyone, not ever, but I want to be with you so badly.”

“You’ve never been with anyone?” Wade tried and failed to keep the surprise from his voice, their moment stalling as he tried to process what Peter had said. “Not ever?”

“Well not in this lifetime.” Peter’s smile was sweet and a little uncertain, glancing up at Wade from beneath his lashes. “I dreamed of you every night, Wade. I wanted you before I even knew you. How could I be with anyone else?

“Baby boy, I dreamed about you too.” Wade traced calloused fingers over Peter’s lips. “After you disappeared, I kept waking up thinking you were there, thought I’d step out of the shower and you’d be standing in the hall waiting for me. I kept looking for you, Pete. Tried to keep myself distracted so I wouldn’t think about you, but I always ended up sitting right here on this couch wishing you were here too.”

“I’m glad you couldn’t ever forget me.” Peter murmured, and Wade’s eyes snapped shut when Peter shifted on his lap, spreading those long legs and rubbing himself lazily against the bulge in Wade’s pants. “I certainly never forgot you. Some nights my dreams of you would be so vivid I had to wake up and take care of it, you know?”

He drew a line along the shell of Wade’s ear with his tongue, voice little more than a moan when he added, “Must’ve got myself off a million different times just to the memories. I didn’t even know your name but I could hear your voice in my head and that was enough, that was all it ever took. I couldn’t want anyone else when I had you waiting for me every time I closed my eyes.”

“I was waiting for you, baby.” Wade pressed their foreheads together, his breath hitching. “I just didn’t know you were already here.”

“Well I am here.” Peter stood up from Wade’s lap and headed towards the bedroom, undressing as he went, dropping his shirt in the hall and leaving his jeans behind in a pile by the bathroom. “So don’t make me wait anymore. Come here, show me what I’ve been missing. Prove to me that all those dreams aren’t anything compared to real life.”

Wade was following in an instant, closing the bedroom door behind him and turning down the lights before taking his own clothes off, clambering up the mattress to where Peter lay on his side, propped up on his elbow.

“Hi.” he whispered when Wade lay next to him. “Imagine meeting you here.”

“Imagine that.” Wade’s smile was a little teasing and a whole lot tender, and Peter blushed under the attention. “You gave me a little strip show down the hall and put yourself on my bed naked and now you’re going to blush and be shy?”

“I only knew I wanted to get here.” Peter ducked his head sheepishly. “I don’t know what to do next.”

“Well we’re naked.” Wade chuckled when Peter blushed harder. “I’m sure we can figure something out.”

“Wade.” a hand over his heart, fingers spreading to cover as much skin as possible. “I want all of you, you know? Don't--don’t stop.”

“Pete--”

“Don’t stop.” Peter leaned in until their lips almost touched. “Maybe-- Maybe be slow with me? But don’t stop, I want all of you.”

“If you change your mind--.”

“I won’t.”

“But if you do.” Wade fit his palm to the back of Peter’s neck and brought him in for a long kiss, slipping his tongue between the sweet lips to try and taste every bit, every dip and furrow and hidden spot until Peter was whining and digging his fingers into Wade’s waist. “If you change your mind, we can wait.”

“Can you see me?” Peter asked then, and Wade looked down between their bodies to where Peter’s cock was standing hard and ready, nearly flush against his flat stomach, twitching with every hitched breath.

“I see you.” Wade breathed and reached to close his palm around the jutting length, his own hips jerking forward in response to Peter’s moan. “I see you, Pete.”

“Then don’t stop.” Peter fell back into the pillows, one knee bent, the other stretched out invitingly, obviously making room for Wade between his thighs. “Please.”

“God.” Wade groaned when he fit himself into the vee of Peter’s hips, resting their foreheads together for a few seconds so he could catch his breath. “Baby boy, I promise I’ll be good to you, just like you dreamed about.”

“I know you will be.” The words were a little unsteady, Peter gasping when Wade stroked him carefully. “You always take care of me, Wade. Even when I wasn’t real you tried to take care of me, and when we’re out on patrol you look out for me— of course you’ll be good to me like this.”

“I will.” Wade promised, rifling in his side table drawer for his lube and a string of condoms. “Pete, I--” He paused when Peter took the condoms away. “Pete?”

“I just want you.” Peter pressed the lube back into Wade’s palm. “Just you.”

“You’re sure.”

“Sure as I’ve been about anything. I just want you.”

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Wade’s hands were rough and calloused, but his touch was nothing less than reverent as he explored Peter's body, pressing the beautiful boy back into the pillows so he could lay open mouthed kisses up his jawline and then down his throat, pausing to nibble at his earlobe, to suck a bruise at the curve of his neck, to run his nose over a delicate collar bone, coming back to dot kisses over the smattering of freckles on Peter’s nose.

Peter sucked in a harsh breath when Wade tongued over his nipples, drawing each into his mouth to tease them with the barest hint of teeth before soothing the hurt with his lips, not letting up until each was puffy and red and Peter was straining up for more, his hands on Wade’s head as if he wanted to keep him right right there.

But Wade moved lower, an impressed sort of hum over the lean muscles that tightened and shuddered as he dipped into Peter's navel, mouthing over the softest part of his stomach, and Peter giggled in surprise when Wade’s hand landed at his ribs, fingers tickling just lightly over the sensitive skin.

“Are you ticklish?” Wade looked so delighted at the thought that Peter giggled again and Wade grinned wickedly before murmuring, “Next time.”

Peter’s giggle turned to a gasp when Wade’s fingers curled loosely around his length, slick and warm from the lube, tightening around the root before stroking him to the tip and he jolted when Wade thumbed over the head, spreading the drops from the leaking slit over and around before bringing his fingers up to his mouth for an experimental taste.

“Oh fuck-- oh f-f-fuck--” Peter stammered out a curse when Wade moaned over the taste. “Wade, that’s--”

“You taste good, baby boy.” Wade did it again, coaxing more from Peter’s cock and then bending to lick it up, closing his lips just barely over the sensitive head and suckling gently, stroking rest of the shaft with his hand. Peter thrust instinctively, before he could even help it, shoving several inches of himself between Wade’s lips to rest in the slick heat and before he could even think to apologize, the big mercenary took more, sucking him down until his nose was pressed into Peter’s stomach.

“Wade--Wade--Wade---!” Peter’s mouth fell open as Wade lifted his head slowly, mapping the veins and ridges of Peter’s length with his tongue as he went, swirling over the tip before diving back down, hollowing his cheeks and humming when Peter hit the back of his throat.

“Oh!” Peter grabbed at the broad shoulders desperately when the hand that had been on his cock moved lower to cradle his sac, drawing along the seam and across his perineum to explore further between his legs, pressing lightly at his entrance. “Oh oh yes.” .

“I’ve got you.” Wade murmured, pulling off Peter’s cock only long enough to reach for more lube, drenching his fingers before reaching back to trace the puckered rim. “Baby boy I’ve got you.”

Peter wailed at that first bit of pressure, Wade’s thick finger making it past the tight muscle to sink into his body and Wade kept licking up and down his shaft to distract him, lapping over the drooling tip, groaning as Peter slid in and out of his mouth, ignoring his own aching cock in favor of hearing every little noise, every little gasping breath, feeling every tremor that ran through Peter’s body.

A second finger now, and Peter opened beautifully around it, arching his back and crying out as Wade thrust into him, fingers curling and stroking in his core, searching for a particular spot that would make Peter—

“Wade!” Peter shrieked at the first stab over his prostate and Wade surged up to muffle it with a hungry kiss, groaning when Peter nearly sobbed into his mouth, begging for more and don’t stop and Wade please please please.

“Come for me.” He said hoarsely, sliding back down Peter’s body to get his mouth on that pretty cock again. “Come for me, Pete, come on.” Another push over that sweet spot and Peter nearly came off the bed, so Wade took a deep breath and relaxed his jaw, letting Peter fill his mouth with erratic thrusts so he could focus on touching over his prostate, massaging with knowing fingers, crooking them to find just the right angle to push Peter over the edge.

Peter was outright fucking between Wade’s lips now, his hands spread over the back of Wade’s head trying to be careful but probably being too rough as he shoved his cock into the warm space over and over, the pressure in his core building until he thought he would scream--

--and then he did scream when Wade added a third digit and stretched him wide, his eyes rolling back and body clamping down as he came, pouring into Wade’s throat and tightening around his fingers, shoving back onto Wade’s wrist as his orgasm roared through him.

“Wade--Wade--Wade--” Peter was slurring his words, too far gone to notice Wade pulling off his length, licking every drop of come away and swallowing it all. He barely even noticed the fingers easing from his body after a few minutes, and when the heavy, blunt head of Wade’s cock bumped at his hole, Peter only nodded, spreading his legs and making vague grabby hands so Wade would kiss him.

So Wade kissed him, tangling their tongues together and dragging his teeth along Peter’s bottom lip as he pressed inside that sweet body, mumbling a curse when Peter opened hot and wet for him, the fit tight and the slide perfect until he was seated as deep as he could be.

“Fuck.” he swore, then swore again, panting desperately when Peter squeezed around him, rubbing their foreheads together and stealing quick kisses as he tried to get his bearings. “Pete. Pete--”

“So much better than my dreams.” Peter was still loopy, his eyes hazy and smile goofy, but he kissed Wade contentedly and whispered, “Don’t stop.”

Peter was soft and pliant from his orgasm, warm and lazy from the pleasure still humming through his body and even though the first real thrust from Wade made him gasp, the second made him smile and by the third he was moaning again, his half hard cock already responding to Wade’s careful touches as they moved together.

“You feel incredible.” Wade choked out when he felt Peter harden again. “Pete, you’re incredible, you’re beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful too.” Peter’s hands were everywhere, making up for being so overwhelmed earlier as they skated over Wade’s shoulders and down his back, tracing patterns into his skin, and scratching across rows of muscles. “Just like I dreamed you would be, except better because you’re actually here.”

He slipped his hand between their bodies, down to where they were connected and Wade groaned when slim fingers played at the base of his cock following each push into Peter’s entrance, Peter stretching until he could just barely feel Wade’s sac, murmuring something over the size and weight of it in his hand.

He leaned up to catch Wade’s bottom lip between his teeth after a particularly deep thrust, arching his back to rub their chests together, canting his hips to deepen the next stroke and the one after that and the one after that, urging Wade closer and closer every time, not wanting to be apart even enough to move properly.

“Closer.” he whispered, and when Wade sat up on his knees, Peter hooked his ankles around his waist automatically and brought him back down, sighing when Wade gathered him in his arms, holding him tight as he filled him in short, fast strokes.

“Oh that’s good--” Peter moaned at the same time Wade rasped, “Fuck you feel good, baby boy.” and their breathing sped up as the new angle made everything better-- Wade’s cock filling him almost too full, hammering across his prostate and making sparks burst behind his eyes. Peter was so tight around Wade he thought he might lose his mind, driving over and over into the hot channel, coming back again and again for kisses that were sloppy and desperate, full off teeth and tongue and more sharing air than anything else, groans and gasps and breathless cries for more and yes and please.

Then Peter put his mouth at Wade’s ear and murmured, “I used to come the hardest thinking about how you would feel inside me.”--

--and Wade was lost, his back bowing and hips stuttering, cock growing impossibly harder for a few seconds before he was coming, pouring into Peter’s sweet body and nearly blacking out from the intensity, throbbing and pulsing and Peter threw his head back and shouted as he rocked through a second orgasm, pushed over the edge again just from being full of Wade.

“Baby boy--” Wade couldn’t even talk for a long time, not wanting to move until they had wrung every bit of pleasure from each other, until he had stopped trying to bury himself deeper, and Peter had stopped trembling and they could finally breathe.

“Baby boy--” he tried again. “That was-- you are--”

“I missed you.” Fingers at his chin and Wade lifted his head to see Peter smiling, those dark brown eyes sparkling. “I know we never had exactly this? But I missed you and now that we know each other again, I feel like there isn’t anything missing from my life anymore. I love you.”

“You love me.” Wade repeated. “Is that you the trapeze artist, you the ghost, you the Spider-man or--”

“I love you.” Peter said again, his kiss sweet and soft and promising a million other nights just like this. “All of me. All the me’s that have ever been. I love you.”

“I love you too.” Wade dropped his head back to Peter’s shoulder. “Pete, I love you too. All the you’s that have ever been.”

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“You’re moving back in with me, right?” Wade asked later, when they finally pulled apart and Peter went to find some water. “I mean, you’re not leaving, are you?”

“I’m not leaving.” Peter stood framed in the doorway, back lit by the lights in the hall. “Not ever again. We can go get my stuff from my place in the morning and you’ll be stuck with me for a long time. In fact--” he reached behind him and tore the mirror off the wall, letting it shatter on the floor. “There, now even ghost me can’t get out.”

“Not even ghost you.” Wade laughed, something loosening in his chest when Peter laughed back at him. “What about Spidey-you?”

“Spidey me just found out that the man I’ve been dreaming about every night and the spandex-wearing hottie I hang out with every day are the same person, so it's a good day--” Peter flashed him a thumbs up. “-- for Spidey-me.”

“I knew you liked Deadpool.” Wade muttered and Peter’s nose wrinkled as he laughed. “Come back to bed soon.”

“Just a minute.” Peter promised, and disappeared down the hall towards the kitchen.

He really was only gone a minute, but when he came back to the room, Wade looked like he might already be asleep, stretched out on the bed with an arm over his eyes, so Peter tiptoed over to what had always been his side of the bed and lay down as carefully as he could.

Wade’s arm came around him automatically, hauling him up against his chest and Peter sighed when they were snuggled tight together.

“Were you sneaking up on me?” Wade asked after a minute. “Because you’re terrible at it.”

“Uh--” Peter shrugged. “I was going to yell peek-a-boo and scare you.”

“Peek a boo?”

“Yeah.” Peter yawned loudly and burrowed closer. “You know, peek a boo, I see you?”

“Alright baby boy.” Wade chuckled and pressed a kiss to the back of Peter’s neck. “I see you too.”

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faroutspaceman-blog · 5 years

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My weekend so far. . 1/2 -1/4/19

My weekend starts off on Wednesday because quite frankly I can't remember what I did Monday or Tuesday. Those days are now non-existent. Forever lost in the trash bin of my deep ugly brain. Here I am laying on my bed, bored out of my fucking mind. I strum a lil guitar, sing a little, but put it back away because I realize I'm still as shit at guitar no less than I was 5 minutes before i picked it up. Now the only logical thing to do is sit and stare at my ceiling loudly moaning irritated grunts of boredom at my innocent ceiling. I get up and decide to make the most extravagant fucking sandwich. Well it was subpar, I usually put lettuce on it but we were out so I settled for a greenless burger. Whatever. I go to sit back on my bed and enjoy my sandwich, when I get a call. I fucking shoot up and tap that answer call like I just felt a rush of heroin in my blood. Thank the fucking lord. My brain almost had an aneurysm from how bored I was. My friend Vanessa and her Boyfriend (who happens to be my ex lover, love that..fuck) asks me if I wanna hang.

Me: "why yes I do want to chill, but if I'm still eating my sandwich by the time you pull up, your ass is waiting at the driveway."

Them: "we have Goldfish and Arnold Palmer's tea"

Me *while stuffing the whole sandwich in my mouth* : SAY NO MAS IM READY

I get on my new Blockbuster hoodie I bought the day before (yes from the world's only Blockbuster left in my Local Bend, Oregon.) And some jeans I found on the floor. I grabbed my keys and my bag and phone. Hiked up my driveway (which let me tell ya was a whole fucking mission in itself. ) Hall ass down my street I see Vanessa's car and they're driving like maniacs down my dirt road so I obviously take advantage of the situation and throw a peace sign into the air and lay in front of her car ready for my death. She stops and I hop in and am greeted with both my promised food items. I was very happy. We drive to a friend's house about a few miles from my house because we need to refill our pods with juice because ya know.. gotta get that nicotine rush. We had 8 full pods to last us the day. (They did not last for 3 people.)

After we fill our pods, we head down to Redmond, Oregon to the local 24 great Walmart to do what ever because we were bored, I decided to challenge my friends to a game of Hide n seek, and I was the only one who hid because they were being lame. I won it took them 40mins to find me. I was in the office supply Ile. After we went to Walmart, we went to Fred Meyers. stole their WiFi and lounged on their couches until it closed. Nothing special pretty boring.

Then Johnny, Vanessa's Boyfriend, gets the bright idea to swing by his house to see if his parents have packed up to leave to Idaho. If they are gone, Johnny plans to break into his own house ( I say break In because he just got kicked out.. again for refusing to be Mormon and for smoking and going against his parents) They are not gone yet so we decide to go to our chill spot which is way up on this hill where you can see all of Redmond. We talk, watch vines, etc.

Anyway I decide to go outside and look around, as I'm looking around Vanessa joins me. We are across from the car and we look around and I find this underwire leopard print bra a smashed TV and a lone boot. So I was already like "what the actual fuck happened here?"

I still forward towards the TV and there I see it, an empty grave, it looks fresh. I turn to Vanessa and she's already booked it back to the Car with me right behind her. We lock the doors and turn on Nextflix (we were watching Chappie).

Halfway through the movie, this man in a green Subaru pulls up next to our car. This is already fuckin weird because only few know about this road.he parks his car a lil ways from ours, cuts off his lights and just idles. At first were cautious but he just seemed to be doing the same we were, so our fear eventually subsided. We finished our movie, the car was still parked, and we pull out to check to see if Hunters parents had left. As we were pulling away we saw that the man had a blond haired woman in her car, but not to be rude she looked like a hooker. He was probably waiting for us to leave and we accidentally rang this man's bill up 200 an hour. Oops.

We checked Johnnys house. They're still there. Guess we're sleeping in the car tonight. We decide to try and find some food, we pull into Domino's and order a large pizza. As we're waiting for pizza, I joke able how I've cut my Cornea in the most retarted way to Vanessa's boyfriend. I move my hands to get the hair out of my face, and the string to my hoodie cuts my eye. At first I thought there was just something in my eye so I start rubbing it. It really fucking hurts. I close my eyes and black thinking it will go away but it never does. We drive back to the chill spot and on the way back, we see that green Subaru on the main Street leaving from our spot,but I saw no girl this time. Who knows we were gone a long fucking time. Must have dropped her off a few ways back. We get back in on the hill I manage my eye to keep the excess light out of it and my friends play Madea boo 2 on next. When the movie ends we decide to just go to sleep on the hill. I'm a little pissed at this point because I just wanted to chill and not murder my eyeball.

We put her back seat down and I'm on the far edge in the backseat wishing I never came because maybe if I stayed home this wouldn't of happened. Then there's a knock on the window. Not like an accidental hit it was clearly a knock. I dont say anything, it isn't acknowledged between any of us. I try and sleep and Johnny is freaking out

"dude are you fucking hearing this. It sounds like footsteps and dragging outside."

I don't hear shit so Ignore it. Then Vanessa starts hearing it. And I know she doesn't lie so I'm flipping my shit at this point. Vanessa jumps into front seat and She whips her car off the hill so fast we was cooking.

We end up driving back to Walmart to get me eyedrops in hope it'll make it better. As Vanessa is running in to get eyedrops, this girl stops us to ask if she can use her phone because her friends ditched her at Walmart ( what fuckin assholes. ) She waits away from our car for her friend, and she quickly comes back telling us that a man asked if she wanted a ride home and a smoke.we told her to wait with us because I was suspicious that it was the man in the green Subaru.

Vanessa's comes back with the eyedrops and we leave the parking lot without the girl. I strangely don't remember saying goodbye to her but we did apparently? We park in the neighborhood and get back into the backseat of the car. We play never have I ever until 4 am. We fall asleep and wake up at 6:30 am. I'm still asleep I. The back seat when I hear Johnny's happy that his parents are gone, he tries to look for ways back into his house but it's a no bueno. They drives to lowes while I pretend to be asleep on the backseat of the car. All I heard was lockpick and Saw and I already knew someshit was about to happen.

They park back at Johnny's house and I stay in the car. About 10 minute later Johnny comes back In the car and yells "we got it". Sweet so the lock picked worked? Nope they sawed a hole in the backdoor. He is for sure going back to jail after this. Vanessa guides me inside because I'm blind and can't see. We sit on the couch i call an eye doctor in bend and make an appointment for 4pm, for Johnny's uncle that happens to coincidentally be an eye doctor. He lives a block away from Johnny. Around 12 pm. We leave Johnny's house and go look for other things to do I. The area.

We pull into this Freshman's driveway,(Tom) and lets get this straight, Tom is fucking annoying and no one likes him because he is a fein for pods and nicotine, that and he thinks he's tough shit. Proud why he got excelled. We've had to help him with every fight he's been in. Trash.

We chill at his house for a while, and eventually his step mom walks in and kicks us out "get out of my house, I don't like kids having sex on my couch"

Honestly we just came over to steal his food. His step mom is such a joke. She has the biggest crush on our friend Jason. We could honestly break apart that whole marriage and cause such a scandle with that information. Anyway it's about 2pm now, my appointment is in two hours. We drive to the park and wait.

5 minutes later Tom skates to us on his long board, asks if he can hang and throws his board I the trunk.

Fuck. Just when I thought I was gonna get away from this kid. We drive by away from the park and go towards bend for my appointment. The whole car ride he blows his burnt vape in my fave and it smells like ass. I asked him to stop. He didn't. We stop at the grocery, I stay in the car, while Tom takes a smoke break out the car while Johnny and Vanessa shop. 3 minutes pass and he asks if I want a smoke.

"no that shits nasty"

"come-on. They don't even taste like stogies. They smell soo good*

He shoves the pack of cigs in my face and I was getting pissed. The only way to get rid of his prized cigs is to threaten his prized cigs.

"if you don't get that shit out of my face rn, I swear I'll rip them all up then spit on them"

"I'll beat ur ass if you do"

I just smirked at him as he took his cigs back and closed the door.

It's about 3:45 and we head to my appointment. Vanessa directs me to the office. And it's so bright in there, I instantly start crying which makes my eyes hurt even more. I honestly have never wanted to just instantly die in a moment than now. I just want to stop hurting. I'm finally able to open my eyes and the office by is actually very nice. I fill out the paperwork and the doctor sees me right away.

I try and play it smooth, talking about how broke I am, and how much I love Jonny so he'll give me a discount be because I don't have health Insurance.

Then he says "be in remember you, we played ping pong at Johnny's house during their Mormon party."

I had flashbacks to the Mormon party, and how we won the game, how I almost fucked Johnny in his car afterwards on the way back home. But it felt wrong because Vanessa was there. Then I remembered the hole in the back door.

"yeah that was really fun. I remember we won."

He didn't day anything he just put numbing drops In My eyes and this yellow dye. He looked at my eyes and said

"you have a 3 millimeter cut on your eye. You really did some damage"

"dammit"

He writes my prescription and im ngl I almost booked it out the door. But I waited instead. He me 120 for a 2 minute visit. Asshole. After I talked so nicely with him.

Me and Vanessa went back outside but the car was gone, so was Tom and Johnny.

We called them, they're a block or two away. We waited and waited, and entertained ourselves by kicking rocks to each other that made the best ear tingling noise you could imagine.

A couple minutes later the car pulled up and this girl other girl was in the car. Wtf man I just want to go home. As soon as we get into the car everyone is aguing about where we're going and Johnny wants to Trade My weed for pods.that he didn't even ask me if he could be trade. Which pissed me off A SHIT TON. johnny, Tom and this dumb dumb bitch kept arguing about pods and juuls. I realized how absolutely fucking retarted it is and how I never want to sound like that. I save all my shit to Johnny and just said " I quit" . We drove into Safeway gave them my perscription. Told us to come back in 20 minutes. Dropped dumb bitch off at her friends no house. Johnny traded my Weed for pods. And Tom proceeded to cuss out girl we traded with calling her names like fat ass, which I did not approve of. Tom commented on something and I swear I almost killed a kid in front of my friends. Tom was lucky that night. I would have strangled him if it wasn't for my eye.

We go back to Safeway and they try and charge me $47 for a $4 perscription. Fuck that. We transfer it to Walmart. We drive home, I'm the first to get dropped off. Thank fucking god.

My mom comes into my room, and hugs me and just listens to me sleepily jabber about anything.

Last time I'll ever sacrifice my subpar sandwich for goldfish and Arnold Palmer's.

Never again

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imaginexmeintheuniverse · 7 years

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Talking to the Moon

A lovely anon requested: "hey im such a huge fan of your writing!! i was wondering if maybe you could do a peter x reader based off the bruno mars song 'talking to the moon' please? thank you so much if you do!!!"

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Stark!Reader

Warnings: very few swear words, mentions of implied death?

Word Count: 2, 651

Summary: Fast forward a few years from now, Reader is an advanced S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and Tony Stark's adopted daughter who's gone on an undercover mission and Peter Parker wishes there were things he'd said before they left.

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A/N: This song is so good and I had too many ideas I couldn't sort them out which is why this ended up being a huge mess. I apologize in advance for this. The reader and Peter Parker are in their early twenties. I literally wrote this under the full moon which I think is pretty awesome. Also, as you may be able to tell, I've been catching up on Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Talking to the Moon by Bruno Mars

You've been gone for six months now. A little more than six months actually; 191 days as of tonight to be exact. 191 days ago, you got the offer to go on the undercover mission of a lifetime, the duration indefinite. 191 days ago, you had to leave immediately without so much as a goodbye to anyone. 190 days ago, was when you last communicated with the boy- now man, you are in love with.

The day after you were whisked away, you managed to slip an encrypted message through your adoptive father, Tony Stark, to let Peter know that you were okay. It was totally illegal and you spent the whole night encoding and encrypting when you should have been getting your rest for the mission.

You knew your father had the means to keep tabs on you throughout the project and you knew he'd give the team updates about you. You were never safe, but at least you were still alive. Little did you know, for the past two months you were totally off the radar and no one had any idea if your cover was blown, or if you were still alive.

For a while you didn't think you'd make it out. All you could think of in those moments, was that you might die without ever telling Peter how you felt.

I know you're somewhere out there

Somewhere far away

I want you back, I want you back

You never led a quote-on-quote "normal life". Your parents, who were also S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, were taken from you at a young age due to a mission gone awry. The number of agent casualties during that mission were the highest in a very long time, your parents included in the devastating death toll. They had trained you throughout your childhood, so when your skills were evaluated by the organization after their passing, you sent straight through the academic and recruitment process. Not long after being put in the system, they stuck you with Tony Stark for a bit and he decided to adopt you since you had lost everything, and he saw an unbelievable amount of potential on top of having grown to love having you in his life.

The academy was a boarding school, but Tony would bring you back to New York as often as he could. You grew up around the Avengers and considered them your family. Whenever you were over, you'd always hang out or train with them, leading you to acquire a wide variety of skills from each of them. As much as you love them all, you've always had a bias towards your dad's work with software and technology which was a large part of why you two got along so well. It was during one of your visits home that you had met Peter Parker.

Peter Parker has been in love with you ever since then. You weren't like anyone he'd ever met before. Besides the extremely impressive fact that you were a prodigy, having attended the academy at an earlier age than would normally be allowed, and graduating with honors. You trained with the Avengers while still attending the S.H.I.E.L.D. academy, and joined in on multiple missions. At first you assisted as Clint and Natasha's apprentice or under your father's wing (or sidekick as some may call it) for their individual missions, and now you had quickly grown to be your own hero as well as an official member of the team.

Being around the same age, you and Peter basically grew up together, seeing each other from your awkward teenage years to your still awkward young adulthood. Essentially being raised by agents your whole life, you were never the trusting type, but you trusted your father's judgment. If you're being honest, the first time you met Peter you couldn't quite believe that he was the friendly neighborhood genius from Queens your father told you about, because he face planted into a wall after seeing you. He was so stressed about making a good impression on you, that he somehow made the biggest fool of himself whenever you were around. At first you kept your distance from him like you would with any person you didn't know and observed his behavior. You brief social interactions consisted of you giving him short answers and curt nods, and him being a stuttering mess. He always maintained the excitement of a child and told really bad jokes which led you to worry that he might not be mature enough.

Eventually, you happened to come back home and came across him and your dad working in the lab. You watched them for a while before entering to greet them and he dropped a box of screws all over the floor. Witnessing how smart and professional he was while working, you decided to give him a chance. After all, you were both still teenagers and he just liked to have fun, but having grown up so quickly, you didn't know what that was like.

You soon found the thick walls you had built to protect yourself from the world crumbling down at the hands of the sweet boy with the big brown eyes. You had endless conversations about absolutely anything, but also felt most content in the comfortable silences. He charmed you with his sense of humor, bringing out the goofy side you didn't think you had.

When you'd fall asleep on the couch while marathoning the Star Wars movies he'd introduced you to, he took in all your features and how serene you looked when you're sleeping. He remembered every detail of all the stories or theories you've ever told him. During training, he memorized every way your body moves and was left flabbergasted at all the different ways you could kick his ass every time. He memorized the way your face changes when you were happy and the sound of your laugh as if it were the last time he'd see you.

He loves every bit of you and he never told you.

How could he not tell you? He saw you every day; when he'd go to the Stark Tower for work, during training, on missions, when you'd go out for lunch or hang out, and sometimes you'd even help him out with keeping the city safe. You spent all the time you possibly could together. Every time he would either forget about his insecurities and bask in the happiness you brought him, or he'd give himself lame excuses as to why he couldn't tell you, and later beat himself up about not being able to confess his feelings. You are best friends - or were- he doesn't know anymore and it's driving him insane.

The pressure of being a hero is getting to be too much for him. Crime rates have gone up recently, and when that happened in the past you'd always be more than happy to help him out. With you, he feels strong enough to save the world with you by his side and him by yours. Without you, he feels like he's carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

He wants you back.

My neighbors think I'm crazy

But they don't understand

You're all I have, you're all I have

Peter gets back to his apartment, hanging out on the fire escape after his nightly patrol. He stumbles, wincing as he slowly eases himself to a sitting position with his back against the wall. The jump in crime rate and the stress, not to mention the injuries that are adding up, are taking an immense toll on his body. He slumps down, taking a long and painful breath. He pulls out his phone, letting his thumb hover over the phone icon not knowing whether to bother or not. He can't give up.

He calls Tony, like he has every single day for the past two months, even though he had just been in contact with the man a few hours ago.

"Peter, I'm going to tell you what I've told you every day for the past two months: no one's seen or heard from Y/N. If anything changed I would tell you."

"Please, there must be somethingyou can do! Anything- Something we haven't thought of yet-"

"Listen, no one has heard from her, and none of us have the clearance to get that kind of information!" Tony snaps.

"Mr. Stark you don't under-"

"Understand?! She is my daughter! My pride, my joy, the one thing that doesn't make me feel like such an asshole when I go to sleep at night- And now I don't know if I'll see her again!" He sounds nonchalant and sarcastic like he usually does, but Peter senses the immense pain that lies underneath the surface.

"Please- I-I love her!"

Tony goes quiet on his side and speaks in a softer tone. "I know, Peter. I know." Peter's never heard Tony's voice so full of sorrow and he feels his knees go weak at the thought that something really bad might have happened. It was highly unusual for Stark to show that much emotion. Which is why Peter's heart hurt a thousand times more at hearing the pain of your father. "Peter, you need to concentrate on keeping the city safe right now. If there is even the least bit of trivial information that surfaces, you'll be the first one I call. But for now, you have a responsibility to this city."

"Yes sir."

After hanging up, Peter gets up and leans on the railing, burying his face in his hands with his elbows supporting his weight.

"I know it's pointless and I don't know why I keep doing this, but I don't know what else to do," he mutters to himself. He looks up at the moon, throwing his arms up in the air and releases a frustrated shout, "Give me some sort of sign!"

"Hey!" Someone calls from the street. "No one gives a shit!"

Okay... Not exactly the sign he was looking for, and yet he can't help but consider it as one. For all anyone knows you could be gone for good. He refuses to believe that. You've never given up on him and he sure as hell won't give up on you.

He can't give you up. He just can't.

You're all he has left.

At night when the stars light up my room

I sit by myself...

Talking to the moon

Trying to get to you

In hopes you're on the other side talking to me too

Or am I a fool, who sits alone, talking to the moon?

He sits on a chair that he's permanently left in front of the big window that leads to the fire escape as me places a bag of his choice frozen vegetables over his bruised ribs. It's become a ritual that he hasn't failed to complete every single day since you've been gone; call Tony for updates after nightly patrol, then pour his heart out to the night sky while he takes care of the damage done to his body.

"I don't know why I keep doing this either. Maybe I'm being foolish, but I hope you can hear me."

He had no idea how to tell you everything he feels for you before you left. So here he is, talking to the moon, telling it everything he wishes he could say to you, hoping that the moon will somehow deliver his messages and make you feel loved wherever you are.

"I miss you, your dad misses you, everyone misses you- but you probably already knew that," he starts, in a light tone as though he was pretending to be happy for your sake. "Aunt May's been worried sick about you. I told her you left for a long work assignment overseas- which I guess technically isn't lying to her, but she knows something's wrong. I think she sees it in my eyes every time I visit her without you by my side, and she still always has extra food prepared in case you do show up as a surprise or something." He chuckles, but the sound he emits holds more sadness in it than it does humor.

"I remember the first time I saw you smile; it lit up the whole room. I walked in on you reading a book in the compound's kitchen early in the morning. You were in you pyjamas; flannel bottoms and a large t-shirt with the pi numerals on it- I remember that moment precisely because it was the first time I saw you as just another kid my age. You always acted so grown up because your childhood was just another memory of time that was robbed from you. Anyways, I guess you read something funny because you smiled wider than I ever thought you could- it wasn't directed towards me, but it made me feel so happy." He feels the similar sting prick the back of his eyes.

And like he does every time, he averts his gaze away from the moon, ashamed to have you see him cry. He fiddles with the frozen bag in his hands, and like he always does, he forces himself to keep going. "And the first time you smiled at me, it lit up my whole world. I knew then that I never wanted you to stop smiling, so I made it my personal mission to make you smile at least once a day." Peter watches his tears drip down, onto his bruised hands. "It was about the millionth time you had bested me in training, and you had me face-down on the mat. I don't know what made that time different, or if it was some dumb thing I said, but that day everything changed. Every time you beat me, I fell harder for you- Literally."

When he files through all his memories it's always bitter sweet. His happiest moments are with you, but when the daydream is over and he realizes that you're not there, it leaves a sour taste in his mouth. He sees you everywhere he looks, but when you disappear, he feels the back of his eyes sting. Thinking about how much he loves you but can't have you, it makes his heart ache. Lately, his thoughts of you bring him pain and he wishes it would just go away.

He rises from his chair and makes his way back out to the edge of the small balcony to get as close as he could to the moon; to you. "Every day, it gets worse out there, and I'm terrified. It's not about life or death, or getting hurt that I worry about anymore. What if I get injured bad and I forget even one single moment I had with you- I, I can't even imagine my life without you in it. I can only think of you and everything else is a giant blur." He looks all over the sky, remembering all the times the both of you would identify every single constellation you could see, and finally back at the moon that seemed to shine brighter than it ever had. "I love you more than anything, I hope you know that."

But he could never forget you. Even if he wanted to- which he would never, he couldn't. He knows that eventually, the pain will subside and be replaced by happiness. He knows that can't start until he gets past the denial stage.

Maybe it's finally time to move on.

"Goodbye, Y/N."

Just as his last tear falls and he turns to leave, something catches his eye in the street below. There's familiar silhouette of a person with their head tilted up to look at him and he can see the faintest sparkle coming from their eyes. The figure steps into the light of the moon, revealing their features.

It can't be.

There you are, looking up at Peter Parker with glassy eyes and a nostalgic smile. Your hair has been cut and dyed a different color, and you have fading scars and bruises all over your body, yet in Peters eyes, you are the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. He sees you and yet doesn't believe his own eyes. It's not until you speak that he realizes it's not just another dream.

"Peter?"

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shreyamistry · 6 years

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Thank you so much for accepting my request????? I've been rewatching loads of them and feeling all nostalgic and as the HSS gang are probably around my age they grew up on this stuff too so I could imagine them just being lame and nostalgic together ?? Idk just a dumb fantasy of mine haha. I'm doing great! How are you?! And yes I love your messy ass you're awesome. And server b*by.???? What.????? I'm so confused lmfao 😂😂😂 Also I just wrote out all of the LIs favourites debate with me [c]

Maria: Witch’s Ghost because of Hex Girls Monster of Mexico because of the traditions and stuff (she’s latinx or something, right? If not she just really finds the culture inspiring. The scene where all of the statutes come to life is the best part of the film okay) Michael: Zombie Island because he’s an edgy bastard and he was a fucked up child because he watched it every night Legend of the Vampire because, again, HEX GIRLS !!! He adores them and wishes they were a real band

Caleb: Cyber Chase! He can’t settle on one type of adventure, so Cyber Chase satisfies everything from space to dinosaurs Where’s My Mummy? because the giant scorpion was SO FUCKING COOL WTH Emma: Boo Brothers! Really old classic and she loves the riddles and stuff in it. She was really interested in them as a child She adored the live action ones, even the ones being released now!

Aaaaand Aiden: Alien Invaders because the Groovy song was his fucking jam. Also aliens are so cool. He also really loves the live action movies (Spooky Island and Monsters Unleashed - not the new shitty ones lol) Sorry these are so long and lame omfgkfkclkskd Debate with me.

these are not lame, i can’t contest to them not being long but they’re not lame and i asked for your opinion and im happy you delivered! let’s debate! *rap battle commences* or maxwell would dream it would happen lmao.

ahh forget it then, you are not whom i thought you were unless you’re pretending not to know to throw me which, if so great tactic and it worked if it worked okay im gonna stop speculating and sounding dumb lmfaoisfoifja thanks for supporting my messy ass a true genuine soul

Maria: i do believe it was confirmed she was Hispanic yes! the monster of mexcio was a great movie, deserved all it’s praised. i love that scene, when all the status came alive as a kid i had the toys and would reenact that scene with them lmfaooo. she would love the movie, it’s simply amazing and that’s the tea! and witch’s ghost has historical components i think she could appreciate alongside the Hex Girls lmfao.

Michael: oooh I could see his edgy thot ass loving Zombie Island, tis an epic movie, my brother used to get nightmares and i’d watch it 5 times in a row lmfaojfosjf oh YEAH the legend of the vampire,i forget about that one sometimes, definitely and the make up and killer bands featured in the episode Michael could get behind that. OR THE reluctant werewolf where shaggy had that blonde girlfriend and Scrappy was there and all the ghosts were real and they raced, I could see him enjoying that as well

Caleb: i tend to agree, Cyber Chase has everything he could want, the action and the fun of a scooby doo movie! and BASEEEEBALLLLLL spoiler alert if you never saw the movie lmfaooo, i feel like he’d love Aloha Scooby Doo (is that whatit’s called?) idk surfing volcano and action? i think he’d love it. i haven’t seen wheres my mummy in years, but i think i remember what you’re talking about and i AGREE.

Emma: oh poor emma, i’m sad to say i’m sure she’d enjoy the remake live with Hayley Kiyoko, scooby doo the mystery begins (and the lagoon monster bitch ass one idk what it’s called) was half decent i won’t lie, i enjoyed it and fred was really cute (my teenage self thought so) the second one however no. i hate when they force the velma/shaggy relationship it’s tragic. the boo brothers as emma’s fave makes so much sense actually, like it’s right up her alley

Aiden: phew finally made it, that was a joke don’t take it as me not wanting to have this convo pls love you husband. tHE GROOVY SONG IS MY JAM, I LOVE THAT MOVIE IT HAs THE PERFECT BALANCE OF IRRESTIABLY FUN MUSIC AND ALIEN ACTION AND TWISTS, AIDEN LOVE IT! and the live action ones he’d appreciate the seond ones cinematography i’d asssume

#ask #answered #anonymoose #scooby doo husband #under a cut just in case #long post?#idk don't drag me if you find this shit annoying ajs;jf;aj #here are my thoughts

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survivorkvaloya · 7 years

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Episode #4: “Things Are Getting Kinda Fishy Here And I Don't Like It” - Christine

IM. SO. HAPPY. RIGHT. NOW. Ok, well sort of. I'm sad Connor was the one that went home cause I adore him but on the bright side....he gave me the legacy advantage! So essentially at F6 I'm gonna be safe (if I make it that far) which means I might possibly be able to beat my placement from my last season! Connor if you're reading this thank you so much ily ❤ It's kinda scary though cause if this is out there, what other kinds of advantages are there? I've also noticed a pattern that Chelsea and Ryan have both been going to the majority of the rewards so I'm a little worried about that but we'll see. On the bright side, I'm finally in an alliance! I really like the group so hopefully we can do a little damage but for the meantime I'm excited!

Ok guys, I didn't think that I would be in such a good position but I??? Everyone seems to be falling to place for me right now. I think that everyone on my tribe likes me and if we lost once more (which would be really shit), I wouldn't be voted out. I have had a lot of things going on IRL and it's given me an excuse... because guess what America, I have an idol clue. I need to get the lowest score out of everyone to get a piece of an idol, which I need. Ryan has one piece and if I have the other one, we just need one more to make a full idol, which could be pivotal moment for us. I think we're strong mentors and I just want to get as far as I can while proving that I can fucking do this. Last time I sucked really sucked at this series and I want to prove that if I play the game I do, I can make it to the end based on making good moves!!

-sigh-

These people need to stop coming for me premerge.

for editing the music video challenge, ryan and I got a reward that was pretty useless. we have to get the lowest score next challenge to get it. we made a pact not to tell anyone, and what does he do that very night? tells willow. jackson. quilynn. I don't really care though. I made a joke alliance with him just to have some cross tribal communication. i want our tribe to lose so we can send someone home. this is getting boring

I don't like throwing comps. Its wayyy too early for that. I don't know what the heck Lauren's thinking right now, especially if the girls want Brett out, cause I know Brett wants to work with me and Lauren soooo yeah. I just wish Lauren talked to me about this kind of stuff instead of kinda going rogue. It scares me. I refuse to throw anything so sorry :)

I'm still waiting on immunity results, but I'm honestly hoping that we lose it. Ryan has confirmed to willow that the "majority alliance" of

JD & Liam

Andreas & Jack

Colin & Brett

Ryan & Jackson is real. I want us to be able to go to tribal and take out brett or jack before we have a swap or something and lose numbers.

So that challenge... Wasn't that hard. It was very much a 'whoever has no lie' kinda thing. But what really blows is that I had a 24000ish score and fucked up! I fucked up hard, like I forgot to put JD in the URL bar... Noob mistake, ended up with a like 11000 score, but in the end we won and most people here can still think that I'm lame in comps

ALSO. THIS LILY. Created an all girls alliance. WITHOUT ME. literally quilynn is in it BEFORE me. I’m the only girl on the tribe not in this fucking alliance I’m GONNA SCREAMMMMMMM

Hi I'm Jackson and this is my second confessional. Sooo I guess since the last time we did this, Jules and Connor were voted out and then we won immunity (right?) Socially, things have gotten a lot better for me though. Not gonna lie I felt pretty lost at the start of this swap, but I feel very comfortable now. I'm a lot closer with Ryan and trust him as my closest ally (along with Chelsea and probably Lily, who was not mad about Jules getting axed thank God). Chelsea has suggested that me and Ryan make an alliance with her and her mentor Gage for after the next swap/merge, which I think is a good idea, especially since Chelsea has an idol piece and we might win more collectively. Right now, I'm in an officially established alliance on Ersfjorden called "pool floaties" that includes everyone except for Danielle and Nicholas. Honestly, I'm not a huge fan. Liam gives me bad vibes and JD, who I'm almost certain has an idol piece, seems to be an extremely paranoid player. She probably only tried to push for the alliance because she's so eager to feel secure. Either way, I wouldn't mind voting Liam out if we went to tribal again. The Connor vote was basically the easy way out I guess, and I felt bad because it's clear being paired with Zoe put him at a huge disadvantage (part of our reasoning for choosing him was that he didn't have a partner to protect him or avenge him). But whatever so it goes. Anyway, Kaldfjorden is finally going to fucking tribal tomorrow. I'm extremely worried for Chelsea who tanked the challenge to get an idol piece, but I think the tribe is considering taking out a bigger threat (unless her intel is wrong). Personally I would prefer if Christine or Jack went, but the most likely option is Brett, which is fine I guess. I don't want to get too involved, but if Chelsea's looking like she's in trouble I may start having some conversations. Okay that's my thoughts have a good day

UPDATE: they're calling themselves The Rice Girls. with a spice girls picture. What did I do to deserve this!?!?! im ejecting.

So Willow is trying to figure out these idol pieces but she's a bit off. I got the into the box piece and chelsea got cassanova. We already combined them with chelsea's lowest score piece so she now has a full idol. Willow is my mentor so I want her to believe she is my number 1, but honestly it is chelsea. Together we have an idol and are able to work together even though we are also working with different pockets of people in this game. It also has me less worried as the odds are that currently she is the only person with a full idol. Hopefully tribal goes as planned and Brett will be gone.

We did that! Feels good to not have to scramble through another vote to send someone packing (and add on to my respectable collection of premerge votes.)

Guess who's got more good news :D I got a piece of an idol! I wish it was a whole one, but I'll take what I can get tbh. Also I'm bummed we lost immunity and I'm even more bummed it looks like Bretts leaving. I don't support this move at all, but I feel like I can't reject it cause I don't want them to think I'm part of the majority alliance they think exists since QuilLynn already suspects me and Lauren of being in it, which we aren't. I'm gonna try and see if I can push the target onto either Jack or Gage but we'll see. It's way too soon to make big waves and if there's a tribe swap next, I don't think it's gonna end well for us.

Alright so things are getting kinda fishy here and I don't like it...Apparently Chelsea told QuilLynn about the majority duos alliance which doesn't make sense cause why isn't Chelsea in our girls alliance? If she's willing to give out info wouldn't that make her trustworthy? I'm just....sketched out. I don't like this, at all. Hopefully a miracle happens and I can help Brett but we'll see.

So I feel pretty good. I keep telling people I'm nervous so I appear weak and non threatening later in the game we will see if it works. I've got an alliance with Lauren Christine willow and QuilLynn and love it. We are called the rice girls and we are gonna win this whole damn thing. By we I mean we are gonna get too 5 and I'm gonna win it all. Muh hahahaha #letsgo

I've started operation save Brett because it's literally my best option right now. I get the hype behind Big Moves™ but what the fuck! It's way to early for it. I know Brett will help me and Lauren in a heartbeat so this is the least I can do for him. QuilLynn keeps mentioning this phantom alliance which I honestly am starting to think doesn't exist but who knows. There's been no reference to whose in it or how many there are in it so I'm just sketched out...I could be shooting myself in the foot by doing this but I came into this game saying to trust my gut and my gut says to save Brett.

Hi okay so i'm sorry its been a while since I did one of these. SO, pretty much my strategy to play a pretty UTR game has been going according to plan. We voted out Jules and Connor unanimously, which was largely because they just couldn't interact socially with people. I'm happy Connor is gone because I knew he would probably slide by far, so i'm pleased he won't now. On my current tribe we have a lot happening, which is really reminding me of Mali. Theirs a side alliance of JD, Colin, and I but I don't think they 100% trust me which is fine. We also have an alliance chat of us 3 plus Jackson and Ryan which isn't a real alliance but whatever. Then we also have Danielle, Ryan, and I in an alliance chat for the sake of talking. Now, I have a feeling that if we can continue to win a lot of challenges, this group would more then likely take the next phase of the game rather easy. My student and I, Jack don't really talk strategy or talk much for that - which is kind of weird but whatever. I think our games are really similar which kind of works for me. I also think right now that people have slight ties to me which I'm 100% here for. I think when we need to work together we will, but I'm not about to throw my game away for him - BUT i'm going to tell him I would. Overall I need people to think I have a bond with them but that i'm just way too busy to do anything. Also sorry to hosts because it makes me not wanna do confessionals. But I know that the next vote will have me put in a place where I have to make a decision that I don't really wanna make. I don't know who I'd vote for, or If i'd become a target myself. ALSO - I finally won a challenge this season. I had been half assing my challenges this season and even sat out for lip syncing when i was free lol. I want people to not view me as a super threat. But I knew I didn't win yesterday my game would've been more damaged by voting someone out. So, here we are. It's a risk i'm willing to take. Anyways I expect us to switch into 3 tribes of 5 after tonight or 2 tribes of 7 after the next vote, and either way i'm fine because I'LL HAVE REACHED 200 DAYS OF TUMBLR SURVIVOR IN 2 DAYS WTF....... anyways don't know if I should be happy or not... anyways.... bye

These people are all so cutthroat where the fuck did you find these people

Episode 3 I knew to expect a music video challenge, so I didn't bitch too much at this one. Chelsea did all the editing but somehow didn't manage to film 5 seconds of her doing anything to put in the video? Christine, Willow, QuilLynn, and I were the only ones to star in it. No Lauren, no Gage, no Jack, and Lily was on reflection island. Come on, Lauren! I'm trying to help you out here by working with you, but by you being MIA and inactive, it's not helping me--and you seem perfectly fine with it. Fortunately, we won.

Episode 4 There was rice. I couldn't be bothered. We lost, but fortunately all the heat went to Chelsea because she couldn't bother to get 10 grains of rice from even one question, so...I should be fine for now. Lauren sucked again as well and it's so difficult because she doesn't seem to care that she's performing substandard and that doesn't make for that great an ally. Sigh. Christine, however, is the person I'm the most intent on working with, so I have to just roll with it. I also like Jack, but Chelsea has chosen to target him and I don't want to stick my neck out for the kid. Ultimately, I see the vote being 8-1 for Jack going home, but who knows what could happen in the next three hours. Jack leaving sends Andres to Reflection Island, and he's one of their better challenge performers, so hopefully we can clean this next immunity up easy. If Jack leaves, I'll be the only person with a partner on the other tribe. Lily's got voted out already. The rest are in their pairs. So cross your fingers that Jack leaving doesn't put a spotlight on me. Let Lily leave next instead. Most of the tribe seems interested in having a working relationship with me, so I feel like things will be okay. We'll see.

Well after like 4 challenges I finally have to go to a tribal, and I'm a little unsure. Haven't really talked to very many people, but I'm hoping others agree to vote out Chelsea who didn't participate in the challenge, since I at least did my fair share of the work.

Okay so I think the first thing I remember is Lily suggesting to QuilLynn to make an all girls alliance of me, QuilLynn, Lily, Christine and Lauren. So what I did notice about this was I was alright with it even though I wasn't sure about what I thought of Lauren and Christine just bc they dont reply to me a whole lot, and they might be in the majority alliance of 8ish. Anyway QuilLynn told me that Lily suggested it to her and I said yeah bc you should never really turn down an alliance. And when I said yeah I thought QuilLynn was gonna wait for Lily to talk to Lauren and Christine then create it or something, but nope QuilLynn just up and made the chat. I mean I love QuilLynn shes wonderful, but she probably should have waited and let Lily create the chat. I think it was good that Chelsea turned in a 0 for the challenge so that we could get the idol, but Im also trying to get Ryan to trust me so I told him I was upset that Chelsea was gonna get it. So then Ryan tells me about how everyone on his tribe has been added to an alliance chat besides Danielle and Nicholas, which literally confirms the majority thing we've been suspecting, so of course I went and told the alliance of me Gage, Chelsea, and QuilLynn. Anyway I told QuilLynn that we probably shouldnt tell the all girls alliance that there's a majority alliance bc we arent sure if we can trust Lauren and Christine. Then Lauren says in the all girls alliance chat that we should throw the challenge to get rid of a big threat, and I say that I've noticed Brett is a big threat. But then said that we shouldn't throw the challenge bc thats dumb af and its just gonna cause a mess. but anyway of course we actually do loose the challenge, and I think at this point everyone is alright with voting Brett which is good bc hes a big threat and he doesnt reply to PMs which is super annoying. But then Christine decides to be sketchy af and push for Jack bc hes UTR but then Lauren was like yeah I agree, and I was like wtf Lauren youre the one who originally wanted to throw to get rid of a threat. I like the idea of an all girls alliance but I just dont trust Christine and Lauren. Anyway then QuilLynn in order to defend wanting to get rid of Brett was like well hes in the majority alliance, and I was like yikes I told her to not say that since we arent sure about christine and lauren. and anyway they end up asking questions and stuff and now I sorta think they are with the majority. But we still hopefully got them on board to vote Brett so I really hope its Brett and not me. Other stuff has been happening like idols and shit but Im too tired to type up the rest of the confessional so I'll just do it later tonight maybe.

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This is the “shameless” me heading home,in a matatu booming loud crunk and some silly Fetty Wap crysongs( yeaaaah bae…),from a place that took me dosens of courage bundles and self discipline to atleast gather guts to leave ; of course there’s always a bunch of sinners trying to drive your faith into badlands where there are no parents you have to report to, in full detail, as to why you are having bad dreams about coming home late, since God is gracing them with a whole pack of awesomeness, so somehow you get home eleven deep night and your old man goes like “do you want us to lie outside watching the stars, reciting poetry into the thin air?” Ring! Ring! Wake up! Run away from them as first as you can’t since all you do is drink senator cage in a local bar so you got a belly looking like you Swallowed a giant drumstick without chewing but all is good though, Ladies still f-audio censor, tiiiiiingg!- with you.

Text Reference ( Punctuality - never mistake its power in your peace at home especially when lecturers are on strike and home is one place people will have to bear with your loud disturbing singing of a weird genre of music for a very long time, like long!)

Okay. I was about to narrate stories from where I’m from. A friend’s place, as always. Been there for some couple of days if you are using the high timeline (sometimes you wish you could wake up and spend a day just human, your lungs full of fresh air and the liver on vacation in Ibiza but there’s always that call from one your so called ninjas - “i swear this sh*t is lit, last night i was smoked and felt so astronaut." Then they sum the deal with that notoriously famous phrase "there also a few girls too”. God forbid the things that construction of grammar does to our brains, all the way to a lame excuse like "my friend’s cousin passed away, im going to console with them tonight". Remember to ask how many times that good friend has had to kill you to show up at your ‘predicted-to-be-lit’ party with no girl or a bottle of cheap whisky, in contrary with demands and instructions highlighted in the invitation on WhatsApp.A very serious violation of the turn up ratio principles and high accords.

Now, Now,Now. It was a good night from where i come from, I mean it was considerable damage to the body having spent the whole week sleeping, eating, doing nothing! That "Jack with no play is a dull boy" philosophy is something i hold so dear to my heart people. So some green leaf combustion to release healthy carbon killing cancer cells, initiating some brain rebooting and application updates was going on after a day full of similar happenings in a location from which i telepoted to this place where i leave fellow sinners going on with the quests for higher clouds. One thing is we didn’t know how we found ourselves here but damn! We’re a bunch of lost warthogs, we don’t remember sh*t and that, is one reason we’re so happy ( Lord help them see their lives)

As the routine prescribes it to be, i mean some random confessions about how elevated one feels ; in the skies flying with stokes, delivering babies to fellow men who apparently… ( ladies and gentlemen, the next statement has been written out of utmost respect for all men and if not, my apologies)… Shoot blanks! Then you feel so amazing and amidst all these good things are stupid moments like "this stash is fine bruh, whom did you buy it from? Especially when you were the same single person in that clique that knows all the sellers in your area and individually went to purchase the magic wands, YOURSELF! If you were in a serious session then you don’t miss an Einstein moment during which numerous brainstorms are battering your skull, exploding with billions of ideas about the cosmos and the relationship between FIFA 17 and Heaven (sometimes you might fail to grip the difference but brethren! Brethren! ) . Of course it doesn’t go without mentioning the various “facts” and concrete reasons as to why your extremely silly arguments came to existence, deserving a chunk of minutes set aside for their discussion and clarification. The beat of that EDM track is overwhelming your emotions and you hate your life. Why do you stay in such a cursed continent with black people and elephants which attract more love than the people themselves? You want to live in America, go to some dope college in Dallas, get paid a few dollars per hour( you’re a humble child from Africa, with an ashy face since most of the vaseline is spent on other vital body checks and balances, so “a few” will be okay), eat some McDonald’s burgers or Subway cookies and mess with white boujee babes. This is one of those moments you wonder what your great grandfathers were doing when others were taken up for slavery now their generations living lavish in Beverly Hills. They must have been some lazy bunch i swear. Right now you could be some youth in Atlanta looking like a vintage ghost of Shakes Makena in the super strikers classics, with some gold tooth and a zombie rap style earning a thousand bucks with a name like "Kodak Black" ( may the gods have mercy) . Out of nowhere! Upto where we are now you can sense the humour in your Hollywood aspirations so you laugh out loud, seconds before your mates join in, till that final time a rush of wisdom strikes one of you and asks what y'all laughing about, then you realize there was actually no joke but then again, who cares? The cycle continues.

This is what I’m thinking at that moment, my Einstein moment! What if our world was a just a setting of a game section played by a people of an elite dimension, the real world now. Let’s say like GTA stuff. So each one of us is a Trevor of some sought, your gamer is bad at racing, shooting and even finding locations because unfortunately he got no clue of the map and its purpose. Basically, his “gaming” skills are on the garbage side of mediocre, lets say it’s a dumb ass potential school dropout trying to spend time away so evening can come and sleep, moral lesson - you’re a game over or busted(dead!) . In short, this type of game is that which was played 10 years ago by the urban kids with PS(long before the numbers) now they took all their old junk to the countryside so relatives are trying to chase the trend. That’s how bad these imaginations are. I’m proud of myself, honestly. Of all these red-eyed fallen humans staring at me sharing this fiction, anticipating the next part of this plot like the release of the next shooter episode in those pirate sites, over buffering connection,i think i have the best story!

Come on now, you and i know that one guy that got to tell false stories about his uncle and the many ladies who certainly find him a supermodel and can’t resist proclaiming their love all over social media. He’s always recording chest bare videos for his 316 Instagram followers or “with the boys” captioned pictures, with the many Picsart filters, to his Facebook .Sometimes you’re there in your zone thinking why you tolerate such characters in your outcast living till it hits you that you were not blessed with the sweet slippery tongue to lure in all the pretty girls to your parties that he professionally possesses. He’s always there to save your thirst,as long as he doesn’t pay for any other activity. ( sniper tings, put some hashtags on that).

Drifting down this plot, this is the best deal of this turnt up business! The ladies. The sweet ladies that accepted to be part of a life saving campaign as far as your boring day is concerned , God bless their tolerance, even I wouldn’t dare to give my number to myself, let alone answering to a "Form call". You can’t believe what we tell you the next day but that part about you pulling some Grrrrrh ! Grrrrh! to a “rrrrraah”, lecturing a dab session for the song "panda" to a girl smiling sheepishly, balancing on wobbly worn out feet asking silly sad questions at the corner is a true story. One in which your vampire qualities are activated so you are frequently seen in dark corners and poorly lit corridors serving as blindspots for the prosperity of your uncouth behaviours inspired by a great deal of moral decay.You somehow want to walk to that girl sitting on the couch and whisper “that’s some fine piece of beef you carry back there” but then you realise she’s still on the other side of town and the joke may not have a required reciprocate , enough slaps today, more drugs for her. Now you’ve changed your mind about her, “noo, she’s too rachet bruh, too rachet! Don’t play yourself! ” ( the boys up there are in serious analysis and checks - you can even establish family backgrounds of all your friends by sight alone. Of course these are the same boys that save the day from the rant of your father) Before processing the next thought, the stomach is up. Dear Munchies, even the ice cubes seem edible : bottomline, this hunger is pure evil with lots of malice! Hunger games catching fire! The moment you come out of the house, dusk has come, an end of a new day, the same day you had promised to show up at home before noon. Change of course now. A few minutes later, you’re in this mat’ writing this silly story that probably no one will like even after laughing to it because you are not any lady posting a "#lipgame" pic with an inspirational quote like, "throw me to the wolves and I’ll come back leading the pack" (why is social media so heartless? It’s like, liking your fellow ninja’s post is gay!) . It’s still the same you caring not to make any close eye contact with other passengers at this point because unfortunately, your eyes can tell it all. You know there are thousands of grammatical mistakes all over this composition but what are edits for? Furthermore this is a good piece, fruits of "the stash" and next time you’re called up yonder, you won’t hesitate. See your life!

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