but this part made me giggle

My sotus S the series teaser reaction

I’m actually quite late for that but I had to make the gifs myself and it took me some hella long time.

Btw I made 2 parts for this since it was getting long af

  • I didn’t know I could miss a dorm room soooo much in my life
  • Arthit is CUTE
  • KONGPOB THAT SMIRK THO
  • Am I the only one who’s mind went down to the gutter with kongpob (IAMSUREHEMEANTITTHATWAYDONTFIGHTME)

2nd thing I missed the most: “KONGPOB!!!” #featuring a half naked Krist# #I was actually hoping for a half naked Singto too# #sue me#

FluffFluffFluffFluffFluffFluffFluff mind numbing, tooth rotting FLUFF

New caracters? (*wishpers* new cp?*mad giggles*) (that firsty looks adorable, am I gaining a new son?) (Also NAMMON MY CHILD)

Do I smell jealousy?? (And shit going downhill???)

DON’T YOU DARE MAKE A REPEAT OF S1 DON’T YOU DARE

Change kakavege fanfic episode 1

This story is made by me and @thekakavegelife

(I played as, Vegeta. She played as Goku)

It was a normal day for the z fighters when Goku and vegetas were training like normal. Except the only thing is..they are having complex issues with there wives.

“Come on kakarot! You can do better than that!”

Goku growled and kicked Vegeta’s gut

Vegeta smirked

“You’ve become soft like always kakarot, is that your limit of strength” Vegeta was trying to wind Goku up

Vegeta giggled and grabbed gokus hair

And looked at him in the eye

“Weak!”

Goku growled and let his limit break through as he went Limit Breaker something Vegeta had not yet achived

Vegeta growled

“How dear you mock me!”

Vegeta went to punch him but Goku was too fast for him

Vegeta was knocked to the ground with no hope

He was furious

“Damn you kakarot”

Goku didn’t respond he stood there glowing with a blue a white aura around him

Vegeta got up and charged at him

Going to punch his face

Goku dodged and punched Vegeta in the gut

Vegeta spat some blood out

“Gah *coughs*” he lands on the floor knocked out

Goku powered down and fell on the ground panting “Wow I still need to regulate that technique”

Vegeta was knocked out cold. He was alive but in a deep sleep

Goku looked at him and sighs

He gave Vegeta a senzu

Vegeta woke up and looked up at Goku and looked kinda sad

Goku smiled

Vegeta sat up and put his hands on his face

“You beat me again…dammit”

Goku giggled

Vegeta got up and brushed his hair with his hand

“Let’s grab something to eat Baka..”

Vegeta flew into the sky

Veget flew around a Forrest

“Hmmmm”

He was looking around for a pond or a deer

Goku wondered why he didn’t just go to bulmas

But thinking about it, they haven’t been good lately with each other so he thought of not asking

Vegeta found a pond and landed near it

Goku felt the need to ask anyways

“Veggie why didn’t we just go to bulmas?”

“Your kidding right? Why would I go to her”

Vegeta looked at Goku seriously

“She’s just annoying me lately”

“And don’t call me Veggie! It’s immature” Vegeta rolled his eyes

Goku giggled and poke his cheek “nah that’s your new name name veggie”

Vegeta growled

“Do that again and I’ll break your finger”

“nah” Goku giggled and pinched Vegetas cheek

Vegeta grabbed gokus hand

“Are you gonna keep TOUCHING ME OR ARE YOU GOING TO GET FISH!” Vegeta spat in gokus face as he shouted

Goku looked at Vegeta hurt he the just flew away crying

Vegeta crossed his arms and rolled is eyes

“Such baby..”

IT’S GETTING KINDA HOT IN HERE

*I wrote this with the sun and mars signs in mind*

Aries: It was a cool summer night. “You’re crazy.” I said as you pulled me towards an abandoned building. “Don’t be scared, I just wanna check it out.” We wandered through the decaying concrete, graffiti on every wall possible. I was so scared but I was trying hard not to lose my cool. After all you were absolutely loving this. There was a loud creak and I jumped, grabbing your arm. “Babe calm down, look at me.” You said soothingly, rubbing my shoulders. We made out there in the middle of the building; in the middle of the night. Your kisses enthralling, and for a moment I forgot about everything else. The creak came again but louder, “Okay, fuck this.” You laughed, grabbing my hand and we ran as fast as we could out of there and into the summer air.

Taurus: It was pitch black, our kisses growing more urgent as you fumbled around trying to undo my buttons. “I can’t see anything.” you chuckled. I sparked my lighter and you looked around for a candle, finding one and lighting it with my flame; never taking your eyes off me. You undid my pants quickly with a smirk on your face and threw them dramatically across the room. Your lips finding mine again, making up for the loss of contact. “You are so fucking hot” you whispered, running your hands down my body, a trace of goosebumps forming on my skin. You pushed in slowly, moaning as you felt my heat. You buried your face in my hair I lost all focus. I just held on for dear life as the candlelight flickered erratically on the ceiling.

Gemini: Your bedroom was covered with so many posters I couldn’t see what colour it was painted. You had not one, but two lava lamps, one purple and one orange. We were laying on your floor, listening to Frank Ocean on vinyl, “Sometimes I think about faking my own death, and leaving the parts I don’t like about myself behind.” you said somberly, drawing lazy circles on my stomach with your finger. “Where would you go?” I asked. You propped your head up, your adorable face flushed purple in the light from the lamp. “Anywhere but here,” you said pulling me even closer, “only as long as I could take you with me though.” I ran my finger across your bottom lip and you bit it, we giggled quietly, then sighed. You kissed me so deeply, like an ocean tide that ebbs and flows. We made love, slow love right there on your bedroom floor. Every now and then, when things are quiet, parts of that night come back in flashes when I close my eyes.

Cancer: Snow had been coming down like crazy all day and everybody was staying inside. We had made the heroic journey to the store to get the bare necessities. Popcorn, paprika Pringles and those fruity toffees. Now we were cuddled in an abundance of duvets and pillows watching Spirited Away. “Are you cold?” you asked softly. “No I’m actually really warm.” I said adjusting the pillows behind me. Your eyes shot around the room, you bit your lip as your gaze landed on me. “What?” I asked when I noticed you staring. You grinned, “I’m kinda cold.” I couldn’t help but laugh as I lifted my blanket and pulled you into my cocoon. Your hand slipped under my shirt as you got comfortable. “Oh my god, your hand is freezing.” I shrieked. “Warm me up then.” you teased as you kissed me gently.

Leo: “You are such a goddamn hypocrite, why are you being so possessive?” I yelled at you. “Because I fucking love you!” you screamed even louder. My eyes shot wide as the words left your mouth. I felt like I was about to faint. Like everything I’d known for the past two months had been wrong. I put my hand on my forehead and slowly sat down on the sofa. “Since when?” I asked warily. You sat down next to me, leaving a little space between us, not wanting to scare me away. “Since the day I met you.” you said more gently. I shook my head in confusion. All these months I’d been crushing on you, telling myself I was a fool for thinking you could ever feel the same. “Look, I should go.” you said standing up, I grabbed your arm quickly and pulled you to me. I kissed you with my eyes open, I didn’t believe it but my eyes couldn’t lie. You picked me up and put me in your lap. “We can’t do this.” I whispered into your neck. You grabbed me even tighter, not ready to let me go. “Tell me to stop,” you breathed kissing down my collarbone, your finger toying with the band of my panties, “just tell me to stop.” Your eyes searched mine for an answer. Your finger inching further, grazing down the lace in front. I moaned into your mouth, giving you the answer you needed. The one we both needed.

Virgo: My phone buzzed next to my laptop. It was almost midnight and my chemistry notes were making less sense than ever. “Hi baby.” I half sighed as I answered. “Where are you?” you asked. “On my bed, what’s up?” I could hear your breathing through the phone, “Nothing, just thinkin’ about you. ‘Bout us.” you said cheekily. I closed my eyes as that familiar lightness hit my stomach. “Oh really, what are we doing?” I teased. You half groaned on the other line, “Thinking about your skin, running my tongue up your spine, and swirling it around your-” Now I was the one who moaned. “Can you come pick me up?” I panted. You laughed, “Thought you’d never ask.”

Libra: It was my first birthday in the new city and I was feeling more homesick than ever. You knocked on my door and told me to get dressed while you poured two shots of tequila. You took me on an adventure, stumbling through a regal museum slightly tipsy. I was laughing at this modern piece, you asked why I didn’t get it, I said the shape was a bit funky. From behind you wrapped your arms around my waist, pressing yourself up against me, “I think it’s a quite stimulating.” you whispered with a sly grin, and my entire body shivered. Then you took me to dinner, your eyes staring into mine the whole time and I could hear my heart beating in my ears. It was like moving between worlds, reality changing from hour to hour. I don’t even remember what we talked about, only what I was feeling. We couldn’t even last until desert, our minds running away from us. As soon as I opened the door to my place your lips crashed onto mine, and for the first time that night I felt like I could breathe.

Scorpio: “Do you wanna wrestle?” I asked you with a wicked grin on my face. “I’m not gonna wrestle you.” You said not taking your eyes of the TV. I jumped on you and the Xbox controller went flying. “You asked for it.” You growled as you started fighting me back. I knew I had no chance, I just wanted to get you all fired up. Before I knew it I was on my back, hands pinned down above my head and your strong thighs straddling my torso. “Who’s the winner?” you demanded. “You’re the winner daddy.” I purred, reaching up and biting your lip. Your expression shifted, your eyes going from that watery blue to devilish dark in a split second, and I knew I was in for a ride.

Sagittarius: It was 3 a.m. I knew I had school in the morning but at this point I didn’t care. Cruising around the city in your parents BMW, the bass in the sound system making our blood vibrate. Like it hadn’t been already. We didn’t say anything, we couldn’t. We couldn’t afford to lose control. Then L$D by A$AP Rocky came on. My hands were shaking in my lap, your knuckles white from squeezing the steering wheel so hard. The engine purred as you drove faster, now with a purpose, pulling into the beach parking lot. The car came to an abrupt stop and I couldn’t take this any longer. You moved your seat back as I jumped over the console. You kissed me like you were drowning and I was air. All that tension finally snapping like firecrackers as the music pumped through our bodies. Your strong arms lifted me up and pushed my dress up my thighs, the windows fogging up. I could feel your biceps trembling under the palm of my hand, and thought how could something that felt so right be so wrong?

Capricorn: The whole day had had a weird, electrifying feel to it. Now I knew why. We were standing out there on the balcony, face to face in the middle of the crowd. “Kiss me.” you said nonchalantly. “You kiss me.” I incited. You took a long drag of the joint, gently pressing your lips to mine as you blew the smoke into my mouth. I just stared back at you, blowing the smoke out again calmly, your fingers still caressing the back of my neck. You almost smiled but stopped it midway by biting your lip. I grabbed your shirt and pulled you to me. I kissed you like it was the last time. You pulled back slightly to catch your breath, “Wanna get out of here?”

Aquarius: The night I first met you. I didn’t wanna go out but my friends convinced me. The bar was so packed but somehow I got to the front of the stage. There you were, and that cherry red guitar, in your own world. I remember I couldn’t take my eyes of your fingers when you played. I didn’t even notice you were looking at me until the song was over. You laughed and playfully tugged on your shirt. I didn’t get why but then I noticed we were both wearing the same Led Zeppelin shirt. When the show was over you found me so quickly I knew you had been watching me. “I feel like this was meant to be.” you said leaning up against the bar. I took you in, your knuckles had little cuts on them and your black jeans were splattered with green paint. “I’m not really in the mood to make friends tonight.” I said, taking a sip of my beer. You ran your hand teasingly through that dirty blonde DiCaprio hair, “How ‘bout we just stay strangers then?” I knew I’d already lost this fight. The next thing I remember is literally falling into your foyer, your lips on my neck as I moaned in your ear. You held me so tight, pulling my shirt up ever so slightly just to put your skin on mine. I pushed you down, taking my shirt all they way off while I straddled your hips, and you looked at me like I had just discovered fire. When it was all over you grabbed my face with both your hands, “What’s your name?” you breathed. I smirked as I put my clothes back on, “I thought we were gonna stay strangers.” I was halfway home when I realized that the shirt I was wearing wasn’t mine, it was yours.

Pisces: The record had finished all the way through. That needle scratch sound from the record player filled the silence in the room. I was in your arms, tangled in bedsheets and your sticky bodyparts. You grazing my back lightly with your fingers. “I need to pee.” I said trying untangle myself limb by limb. Your arms tightened around me, “No, you can’t go.” you pouted. I giggled and wiggled around in your embrace. “I have to pee, I’ll be quick.” You pressed your forehead against mine. “Promise?” you said softly. I pecked your lips three times. “I promise.”

Promise*

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Rating: Explicit - 18+ only
Summary: Reader, being reckless gets hurt on a mission. Days later, when she gives her final report to her boyfriend Steve, it provokes an argument between them.
Word Count: 3.5k
Genre: general fiction containing explicit sexual content.
Warnings: argument, mild swearing, mentions of death. NSFW/SMUT: makeup sex, praise kink, soft dirty talking, nipple play, oral sex (female receiving), slow fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, and semi-protected sex. - This fic assumes Reader is on the pill. [Cover your stone before you bone!]
Author’s Note: especially written for @always-an-evans-addict‘s writing challenge. I hope you like this one, sweetie.

   New Avengers Facility

“Steve, you read my report and Wanda told you what happened. That’s it. Can’t we just move on?”

“That’s it? That’s it?!”

Behind the closed door of your boyfriend’s office, you uncomfortably explained yourself, keeping in mind that people around you could probably sense the walls vibrating under the force of your voices.

You’d never thought that blowing out the last Hydra base found in Argentina would provoke such a drama within the team, or between you and the super soldier. Usually, you and Steve argued about the group’s mistake, not yours. When the incident happened in South America, you realized that if Wanda hadn’t been there, you probably wouldn’t be alive today.

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Mi Amor

 Daveed Diggs x Latina!Reader

Requested by anon: Hi. It’s the anon who asked about the Latina reader here. I was wondering if you’d do like where Daveed and the reader are really good friends but Lin knows she has a crush on him and he’s teasing her about it but daveed overhears them mention him and doesn’t understand them cause they’re talking in Spanish. He asked her about it or something and then fluff or smut! I don’t know…. Your other fics are amazing so I know this one will be to die for no matter what! Gracias!! ❤❤

Words: 3,675

Warnings: Swearing and SMUTTT. A LOT OF IT idk what else you want from me ahahaha

A/N: This was SO FUN to write but Idk I’m sorry if this was so bad lol I THINK I’VE OFFICIALLY MADE THE SINNERS CLUB LOLOL OKOKOK

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Hello, Gentle Reader. This is Fan Fiction.

Recently, I’ve seen some rumblings across my dashboard about fan fiction again.  

I don’t want to dive into a debate because all the information that I have to go on are second hand sources and there’s always going to be a bit of bias there, because one person can see it in one way and another person can perceive it in another way.  

I’d rather explain to you, New and Gentle Reader, what fan fiction is, if this is the first time you’ve heard about it.  

Fan fiction is what happens when you walk out of the theater, turn off the TV, the radio, close that book or whatnot for the first time and ask yourself  “What happens next?"  Or:  "What if it happened THIS way instead?"  Fan fiction is what happens when you are six or seven years old and you take your dolls, your action figures, your stuffed toys and various household items as props and send them all onto adventure.  Maybe Barbie rescues G.I. Joe from Cobra or Optimus Prime fights the Evil Transforming Kitchen Thingy that Mom uses for making meatloaf but should really be the Evil Transforming Dark Lord of the Sith.  

Fan fiction is what happens when you are ten and you’re discovering how to really write for the first time and you put words on the page, in your math and English notebooks, one sentence after another, style be damned, painstakingly bringing forth to life the images in your head of your cartoon and movie and book heroes.  

Fan fiction happens when you are in your teens and you want to be the hero or the heroine of the story and you want to fight alongside Captain America and the Avengers and go on the Quest to Erebor or save Frodo from the effects of the Ring.  

Fan fiction happens when you are in your twenties or your thirties or beyond that and you are still writing because you just enjoy and love telling stories.  There’s a new maturity to your writing and that happens because you’re a bit older, though maybe not wiser, but you still love telling the stories anyway.  People tell you that you should write for money and sometimes you think, hey I could try that and you dream.  And sometimes you just smile and say, "I just like telling stories” and that is more than enough for you.  

And sometimes people fall in love in your stories, regardless of sex or gender.  Sometimes they fight.  Sometimes they laugh.  They cry.  They hate.  They die.  Sometimes they kiss.  Sometimes they make love.  Sometime it’s just sex.  You keep writing.  You can’t help it.  You get that idea and you just need to write it down.  Word for word.  One sentence after another.  Just like when you were a kid and you’d wear your pencils to stubs and let your pens run out of ink as you shape the letters.  

That’s fan fiction.  Sometimes, the best stories in the world start because they were fan fiction.  Ask Shakespeare.  Ask Jules Verne.  Ask Neil Gaiman.  

Gentle Reader, if this is your first time in here, then I hope you might find the time to read my stories.  I humbly ask, because a fan fiction writer’s currency is in the feedback of his or her readers and we’re happy to hear from them when it’s good and devastated when we get hate from those who don’t even have the courage to sign their names.  If it’s not for you, then I understand.  It’s all right.  Move on, that’s okay.  These aren’t the droids you’re looking for.  Maybe there’s something else you’d like.  It’s fine.  

And this is what I hope for if you do decide to venture in.

I hope you smile.  I hope you laugh.  I hope that you ended up snorting coffee out your nose in the middle of Starbucks.  (Here’s a napkin.  Sorry that I’m not sorry?)  I hope that I made you giggle in the middle of the subway or the bus stop and you get weird looks from folks passing by.  

I hope you cry, because sometimes I write sad things and that makes me cry too.  Here’s a tissue.  It’s okay.  Sometimes there are no happy endings.

I hope you are frightened, but only in a way that a good, scary story can make you feel frightened.  Sometimes there are dark and terrible things out there and they’re part of the Story too.  Hold my hand.  It’s all right.  I’ve got you.

I hope you blush and maybe smile a little later when love and romance and sweet things are told.  Love is a gift and true love is meant to endure.  And sometimes there’s hurt and pain and grief in there too, but you already know that.  You’ve lived that.  Sometimes we do have happy endings after all.  There’s always hope.  

Are you ready?

It doesn’t always start with “once upon a time” or “a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…” but every story starts somewhere.  

Turn the page.  Click the button.

Here we go.    

36″ x 48″ (M)

word count: 3.6k

genre: smut; idol!verse

pairing: reader/taehyung

warning(s)/kink(s): intercrural sex (thigh fucking) + dirty talk + come play + size kink (?)

a/n: the title is a joke about canvas size, that of which is a large size for one lmao

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Theo x Reader

Requested by Anon

Proof reading done by the awesome @joeynihil


“Theo?” You asked when you stopped next to him as he slyly rubbed up against you. “What’re you doing?” 

 “Nothing!” He almost squeaked which naturally had you suspicious that something was wrong worsening. 

 “Sure, I need to go and get my books from Stiles’ jeep I left them in there this morning.” You groaned and jumped when Theo grabbed you by the shoulders and shook you slightly. 

 “I can get them, I’m big and I’m bigger than Stiles so I can carry all the books you’ll ever own!” With that he let go of you and hurtled out of the building. 

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J2 NashCon 2017 Main Panel
  • Crowd starts singing Happy Birthday to Jensen. Jensen: It’s not my birthday!
  • Crowd is yelling: Show us the hair! Jensen *points to his own head* it’s all here. Enjoy.
  • Jared: The next time I see y’all I’ll have a daughter. Jensen: *points and laughs*
  • J2 are enjoying the swivel chairs lol. 
  • Jared: I’ll have a baby girl. Jensen: She’ll have two older brothers. Jared: True. And an uncle close by <3 
  • The boys are cracking each other up :)
  • Jensen slowly pulls off Jared’s beanie, smells it, and pretends to pass out :P
  • Best birthday/holiday gift? Jensen: this con.
  • Playing Dean WInchester has given Jensen brothers, friends, a life he only dreamed of and he’s very grateful. 
  • If Mary hadn’t died, Jensen says that Dean wouldn’t be a monster hunter. He’d be hunting the ladies. 
  • Jared makes “Mary Had a Little Lamb” jokes.
  • Jared says he enjoyed Sam having powers. It’s been fun to play different versions of Sam. Soulless!Sam was his favorite. Jensen: Yeah, he was a truckload of fun, that guy.
  • Jensen would have liked to explore Purgatory!Dean more. Jared jokes he wants an entire season of Purgatory!Dean so he can have days off.
  • The screen behind them keeps freezing and it’s cracking them up. They are very amused and are loving playing with the screen lol.  
  • Jared starts reciting Pi. 
  • Boys are asked what they are obsessed with and Jared brought up Kaleo. Jared: We’re big fans of music. Jensen: music festivals. 
  • Jensen: I have to get into an athletic stance before I sneeze.
  • Jared: It took Genevieve awhile to get used to my extreme sneezes. 
  • WinchesterBros: This panel is mainly Jared and Jensen being funny with each other and it’s awesome :)
  • Jared pinches Jensen on the screen. Jared: It’s fun to watch. Jensen: No it’s not!
  • After playing these characters for so long do you think you’ll have separation anxiety when SPN ends? Jared: Yes. Jensen agrees. Jared: I like Sam a lot so he’ll be missed.
  • Jensen says he and Jared still enjoy telling this story. They’ll continue the show as long as that lasts. 
  • Acting advice? Jensen: Be confident but gracious and be resilient. Jared: Do it because you love it, not for money or fame.
  • Any adventures: Jared: I like seeing homesteads and farms; we would take road trips when I was younger.
  • J2 talk about their Jack Daniel’s distillery tour yesterday again, and how they were giggling about the bungholes. Jared: They said the word bunghole a lot and it made me laugh. Jensen: And then I started laughing and it descends into chaos. 
  • Jensen: Tour guide would stop and give us the look so we then tried to keep getting him to say the word lol. 
  • How many miles are on the Impala? Jensen says he can answer that: I don’t know. Jared laughs: That’s not an answer! “I got it! I don’t know.” Jensen says that they have put a new engine into the number one hero Impala. Lot of parts that have been replaced, not an original. 
  • Jared fell out of his chair onstage. He was laughing so hard it fell but he’s fine lol. 
  • What’re your fears? Jared: Bears. It’s not funny it’s legit! What’s the point of them? They’re big! Jensen: So are you! You live in Austin where bears run rampant. Jared: That’s true. Jensen says he doesn’t understand the point of mosquitoes. Jared: They’re tiny! Jensen: But what’s the point of them? Jared: Bears and mosquitoes haha. 
  • Fan has a deep southern accent so Jared replies with same accent. 
  • Jensen says his new fear is Jared doing an accent lol. Jensen starts listing off accents for Jared to do. Challenges him to do Boston, New York and Chicago accents, then moves onto Minnesota, Australia, and Scottish accents; Jensen is cracking up and so is Billy. 
  • Jared says bunghole. Jensen cannot stop laughing. Jensen: When Jared laughs, I can’t help laughing, too. It just goes on and on, we feed off each other.
  • Jensen at one point walked off stage; when he came back he realized he was bleeding on his finger but doesn’t know how it happened; fan handed him a tissue. 
  • How did they cross the Canadian border with a trunk full of weapons? Jensen: Well we had Jody with us?
  • Jensen says Christo didn’t work as well as he wanted it to so that’s why Dean never uses it. Jensen reminds fans who have recently watched or binge-watched that older eps are fresh for fans, where it has been 12 years ago for he and Jared lol. 
  • Now Jensen says bunghole to Jared and Jared starts giggling again. 
  • Fan asks if they’ve ever been to Loretta, Kentucky at the bourbon trail. Jensen: My father and mother-in-law were. 
  • Jensen says he and brother-in-law, Gino, started The Family Business Beer company after a friend who had brew system gave it to Jensen. Building is going up now and should open this summer. They named it that because everyone involved with it are family members. 
  • What if Sam had died in the pilot and was just Dean’s imaginary friend? Jensen says it wouldn’t be an imaginary friend because Sam would have existed at some point before he died. Said he would be haunted by Sam’s ghost “but a friendly ghost, like Casper” and Jensen puts his hand on Jared’s shoulder :P
  • Last question: How do they think show should end? Jensen: leave it open…for a movie… says he doesn’t think there’s an ideal ending for SPN but would like it to be left open. Jared says he thinks Sam and Dean have to die at the end. But not anytime soon! If they’re still alive they’re still hunting. Fan calls out that they could die of old age, boys laugh. Jensen: We’re getting there! 

Info via: Fangasm, WinchesterBros, Sonya, Adina, KamilaSil’s livetweet list

i don’t know where to start with this live show tbh tHE FREAKING MOVIE DATE WHEN PHIL PAID FOR BOTH OF THEM AND DAN CRIED WATCHING THE STAR WARS TRAILER AND PHIL TRYING TO TELL US ABOUT IT AND DAN PURPOSELY INTERRUPTING HIM AND PHIL GIGGLING AND SAYING “YOU’VE DONE IT AGAIN, YOU’VE DONE IT AGAIN” AND SOFTLY PUSHING HIM OUT OF FRAME

or

tHEM TALKING ABOUT THE BOARDGAME AND PEOPLE ASKING WHY WAS DAN PART OF THE THING IF PHIL HAD COME UP WITH IT AND PHIL SAYING HOW IMPORTANT DAN WAS IN THE MAKING PROCESS AND THEM BOTH BEING SO PROUD OF IT

or

that bit whEN PHIL TOOK A BITE OF THE MARSHMALLOW AND THEN PUT IT BACK ON THE TABLE AND DAN WENT ALL “EEEEEEWWW” AND THEY BOT GIGGLED

and many other cUTE DOMESTIC MOMENTS which i don’t remember now but dhdjdhd this live show made me so happy

What We once were

I truly hope so much that you like this story. It’s based of what was for months my reality. 

Plot: Y/N is in love with Harry and doesn’t understand why he cuts her off. 

Warnings: Mentions of violent behavior, however not in detail.

Picture isn’t mine which is quite sad. 

It was safe to say that I loved him far too much for my own good. Maybe it was the way he looked at me, eyes wide and full of warmth and with a hint of… wonder. He looked at me as though he was the only one who saw me as me, the person I truly was. And yet at the same time I know now that he also always saw me as somebody I couldn’t possibly be. Somebody I didn’t even want to be and now am glad I never became, even if it resulted in costing me him. To this day I think it was this misperception of his that doomed the two of us to fail.

Harry caused me so much unnecessary pain, forced me through a seemingly infinite amount of sleepless nights.

How had I ever made that man to somebody I cared about so deeply? I truly wish I hadn’t.

….Then.
I stumbled into Harry’s life at a time when the both of us felt terribly out of place. He’d befriended a friend of mine and was soon thrown into a new group of friends, one that I happened to be part of a well. Of course he was on good terms with everybody and held the attention of everyone.

It caught me by surprise when Harry and I became friends. I’d expected to be just as much of a bystander in his life as I was in the lives of the other’s but for some reason he made an effort to know me. I let him of course, gladly in fact since I was just as much pulled under his spell as the rest of us were and greedy for any bit of attention he could spare.

Soon I discovered that he was funny, kind and not half as cocky as he always pretended to be. Harry made me happy. It was far too easy to fall in love with him it happened without me even noticing.

….Now.
It would be nice if this story would turn into one of those that end with the two friends looking closely at each other, smile and then realize at the same time that the partner they had been dreaming of had been right there in front of them all along. What’s more beautiful than mindless flirtations turning into true words of love? I’ll say it right now this is definitely not that kind of story. If anything it’s the opposite.

….Then.
“You should come with us,“ Harry suggested one day.

We were queueing for coffee, something we did at least once a week since he’d introduced me to this part of the city where we’d found what was undoubtedly the best cafe ever. I’d somehow hoped he would invite me to the party tonight, but at the same time I dreaded the thought of going.

I bit my lip. “Wouldn’t I be a bit out of place?“

“Next!“ Moving quickly I informed the barista of our orders and payed for them both before following Harry who’d already walked over to the side of the counter where our coffee’s would be served. He smiled when I followed him.

“Rubbish,“ Harry spoke, grinning at me with that smile I thought about far too often when alone, “You’d just stick to my side like you usually do.“

This idea I liked. Harry’s grin widened when I nodded. “Okay.“

“Great!“

Harry squeezed my shoulder before glancing to our right when’re a beautiful young woman came to a stand, checked something on her phone and then moved to sit down at a table near the wall. A sour taste settled on my tongue and I cleared my throat.

“Only so that somebody’s looking after you, which isn’t a piece of cake,“ I  said, smiling when I successfully distracted his attention away form the pretty female and back to me, “Drunk Harry is a pain in the arse I’ll tell you that much.“

Harry shook his head with arched brows. „Watch it love, ’nother comment like that one and m’gonna pinch you.“

“As if you’d dare,“ I laughed, but shrieked and moved away when his fingers reached out to assault my hips. “Ouch! Be nice!“

We waited another minute or two before he thanked the barista with a warm smile while handing me my coffee.

“How much do I owe you?“ he asked, taking a sip from his mug.

“Don’t worry about it. You payed for both of us last time.“

“Oh, so now you can be nice to me, huh?“ Harry playfully nudged my side with his arm and nodded towards the exit, silently asking for us to leave. Well, less asking than demanding it.

My heart sank a little. I’d hoped we would sit down and enjoy our coffees together and through that prolong our time spent alone with one another, but I assumed he already had other plans.

“I’ll pick you up at ten,“ Harry informed me out on the street, his hand a constant warmth at the small of my back. “That way we’ll be an hour later than everybody else and there when the fun really starts.“

I rolled my eyes. “Sure. Whatever you say.“

“That’s the spirit,“ Harry joked, laughing when I glared at him, “I’ll see you then.“

My heart skipped a beat when he leaned in, lips finding my cheek in a lingering kiss before he allowed his arms to wrap around my waist in a tight embrace. The untamable curls of his tickled my neck when he let his face nuzzle my skin momentarily and I giggled in delight, heart thrumming heavily upon hearing him quietly chuckle.

“I’ll see you later,“ I confirmed, more to myself than to him in order to soften the sting of us having to part, “Bye, Harry.“

I squeezed him to me one more time before letting him release me. He stepped back and for a moment I believed to see something change in his eyes. With a final wave he made his way towards the taxi station nearby while I turned to walk to the nearest bus stop.

..

Harry’s hand was holding mine tightly (his doing, not mine), our fingers intertwined and my heart singing. I smiled and let him pull me with him as he went to say hello to all of the people he knew at the bar, which were many. Nobody questioned our interlaced hands and my cheeks warmed at the thought of people not doubting for a moment that I could belong to Harry’s side.
While Harry spoke to one of his friends my eyes scanned the faces of the people around us and to my distaste found the all too familiar and rather attractive features of Cherry, Her evil eyes glared at me briefly before widening upon noticing Harry, her desire for him as clear to see for everybody as her red painted lips were. I shuddered and turned more into Harry’s side, reminding myself that it was me he’d asked to come with him and not her. I didn’t look but I could feel her angered gaze of jealously on my frame. I couldn’t fight the smile pulling at my lips. The next person I was was Jake, a friend, who smiled and raised his hand in a short wave. I waved back. Him I quite liked.

“Y/N!“

Harry’s eyes found mine briefly before he released my hand and let my friend Lucy embrace me so tightly I could hardly breathe.
When she let go again I was immediately forced into a conversation with her and before I could do anything to stop her she pulled me away and out of Harry’s sight.

The night turned out to be fun though, especially when Harry joined me shortly after saying hello to Cherry and only left my side after an hour when our friend Riley suddenly came hurrying towards us, saying that he needed to talk to Harry. I watched him walk away longingly.

“You know,“ Lucy began while biting onto the blue straw of her drink, “he really likes you.“

“We’re best friends,“ I shrugged, turning to her, “He better like me.“

“No, silly,“ Lucy rolled her eyes and nudged my arm, “I mean he fancies you. Maybe not as much as you do him since you’re practically head over heels for that guy, but still. I’m sure if you were to say anything he’d be happy to go out with you.“

With flushed cheeks I looked around us, hoping nobody had heard her words.

“I don’t want to risk anything,“ I confessed quietly, “I’d rather be his friend than be nothing at all. Besides, it’s the guy who has to take the first step, not the girl.“

At that Lucy laughed loudly, her long hair fell over her shoulders and I briefly admired how pretty she was.

“Welcome to the 21st century, Y/N. And don’t you think he already made the first step? Several times, actually? Think about it. He invited you here to come with him. He escorts you home every time you’re out late with us and he constantly calls or texts you. Jake told me the other day that he drove past the two of you when Harry was walking you home and he didn’t dare stop to say Hi, thinking he might otherwise interrupt something.

“Jake is being funny then,“ I replied, ignoring the heavy squeeze my heart gave, “Harry is like that with many girls.“

“But only with you it is real.“

I didn’t reply any further and did my best to change the subject, silently urging my heart to calm down. I wished Lucy’s words were true. I wanted Harry to adore me as much as I adored him.

….Now.
Harry didn’t adore me as much as I adored him. It was about one week after that night that he told Lucy he hated me. 
Her expression had been one of pity and I could tell it was hard for her to speak the words, fully aware that they would break my heart, but I’d begged her to tell me what it was I had done to make Harry draw away from me. And that was all she got out of him.
Harry hated me, wanted nothing to do with me and felt as though he had absolutely no place for me in his life anymore. 
And while my world shattered at his sudden change of heart, he seemingly stayed unaffected.

“What can I say,“ Lucy recalled his words were, “I guess when one door closes, another one opens.“

But I’m getting ahead of myself.

….Then.
I continued to speak to Lucy and drink, though I made sure not to get drunk so I would be sober should Harry decide to get wasted. I was to keep my word and take care of him, which I didn’t mind at all.

“Can’t believe you’re doing this for him,“ Lucy said, brows arched, “Make sure that he’s actually drunk this time.“

I rolled my eyes, remembering with a foul taste in my mouth when Harry had pretended to be drunk and forced me to drag him home, making me then walk back to my apartment alone and in the middle of the night only to later on reveal that it had all been an act.

“Wanted to see if you were a good friend or not,“ Harry had laughed after humiliating me in front of everybody, “And you passed!“

It hurt me how easily he could play with my feelings for him and I know that I should have left him then. But of course I had instead forgiven Harry without thinking about it twice.

We were interrupted by a guy named Cory. His tall figure loomed over the two of us and he looked very much out of breath. Though he didn’t know me it was my face his eyes instantly found.

“Y/N, right? You need to come with me. Now.“

I was grabbed without further explanation and dragged with such quick steps it was difficult for me to keep up. I was confused and wondered what a guy I didn’t even knew could want from me.

Though when we reached outside I realized it wasn’t Cory who needed something from me, but Jake.

My good and kind friend Jake was crying. His body shook and his face resembled the color of a sheet of paper. The blue of his eyes was swimming in tears and the evident fear in his orbs frightened me. My stomach turned when I noticed how his right cheek shone with a flaming shade of red. I stumbled towards him, heart beating heavily in my chest.

“Jake, what-“

“Y/N. No.“

I flinched at Harry’s rough words and when my surprised eyes met his I froze. With his back stood against the brick wall of the building I hadn’t noticed his presence at first but now that I looked at him not even the dark could hide the heavy movements of his chest, the raw anger in his burning eyes. Instantly my worry was for him.

“Harry? What happened?“

My eyes wandered down and the racing of my heart increased at the sight of his trembling fingers, the knuckles of his hand already swollen.

I moved towards him and reached out for his arm before my brain could catch up. “Oh god, Harry, are you alright?“

Tears threatened to form at the sight of the one I loved in pain. Harry gently squeezed my fingers.

“I’m okay, love, don’t worry. Go. I don’t need you to see this.“ This time his tone was kind.

I turned to look at Jake. He’d shrunk back when I’d moved to stand by Harry’s side instead of his and I noticed how his tears increased, smearing his flaming cheek. I didn’t understand and desperately searched for answers in Harry’s face, but his expression had already hardened again. It was when his dark eyes found Jake’s trembling form that I realized what had happened. There was no kindness in his stare.

I let go of Harry’s hand and stepped back. “Harry, what did you do?“

Jake sobbed, breaking my heart further. I felt tears burn my eyes and roll onto my cheeks before I could stop them and I turned to look at the friend I felt was like my brother. With my entirety shaking I stepped closer and tried to reach for his hand.

“Are you okay?“ It was a stupid question to ask somebody who was so clearly devastated.

Jake nodded.

“Y/N,“ Harry growled form behind me, “Leave him be and go back inside. You have no business here so stay out of it.“

His voice was back to being harsh.

Still I pressed on.

“Did Harry do that?“

I didn’t need Jake’s nod to know the answer to my question.

It wasn’t the first time I’d been a witness to Harry’s short temper. He’d lashed out at people before my eyes more times than I liked to admit, but never before at one of our friends.
Never somebody we cared about. 

At first he would always scream and if the person confronted then didn’t step back, Harry would let his muscular physic do the talking.
I’d been so frightened when it had happened for the first time as I before that incident only knew him as a kind, warm and loving guy who did everything he could for his friends. Upon meeting him I wouldn’t have ever believed he’d be the type to solve his problems with physical strength, but over time I’d learned that if you push the false buttons, he could get as angry as a hurricane and destroy everything around him.
Normally he always tried to make sure I didn’t see.

“Oh Jake,“ I cried and moved to hug him.

Harry made a sound like I imagined a wild tiger would right before killing his prey.

“Y/N, I swear to god, go the fuck inside!“

“Stop it, Harry! Can’t you see you’ve done enough?“ I was properly sobbing now, “What the hell were you thinking? You hit Jake!“

“That prick deserved it,“ Harry spoke cruelly, “Didn’t you, you little shit?“

“Hey man, calm down, okay? I think he gets it,“ Cory intervined.

He’d stayed silent until now.

Jake’s swimming orbs found my face. “I’m going home.“

I brushed my hands against the wet skin of my cheeks and nodded. My friend’s scared eyes found the man’s who stood behind me before quietly continuing.

“Come with me.“

“She’s staying, aren’t you, Y/N?“ Harry’s tone was almost mocking, “She came here with me so she stays until I take her home. She doesn’t need you to do that.“

My head hurt and I shook my head. Breathing was difficult.

“Jake,“ I whimpered, “Just go, okay? Text me when you’re home.“

I knew my reply disappointed him but at the same time it was hardly a surprise. Of course I would stand by Harry’s side still. Of course there wasn’t anyone who I would choose over him. Harry knew it, too and grinned at the both of us with an unfamiliar shade of evil in his eyes.

I faintly heard him mumble the words Good girl.

My stomach turned.

“I can go home by myself.“

Jake moved to leave and when I turned to look at Harry his expression had changed from one of anger to one of surprise. I noticed that his eyes were back to their clear green color that wasn’t at all frightening and when I took a step back and out of his reach he frowned.

“Y/N,“ he spoke softly, “C’mon. I’ll take you home later.“

I shook my head. “I want to leave now.“

He sighed. “We’ll leave now, then.“

Once more he reached out to touch me and just like before I flinched away from his touch. The blood on his hand made me sick.

“I said I can go by myself, Harry.“

..

Any other person would have understood.

Of course I couldn’t bear to be in the presence of the male who’d just inflicted such pain and fear on one of my closest friends. It was all too much and I cried on my way home, thankful that the taxi driver didn’t dare asking what the matter was.

Jake texted me that he was fine and though none of what happened was my fault I apologized profoundly for what Harry had done.
But that was it. I didn’t offer to come over and take care of him, in fact I didn’t address the subject at all anymore the moment I found out what had happened.
Apperaantly Jake had run his mouth about something Harry didn’t like and before he’d been able to react or apologize Harry’d already begun to inflict physical pain on him, completely void of any compassion for his friend.

I felt bad, I really did, and though I was angry and upset with Harry, the fear of him resenting me should I side too much with Jake kept me from being a good friend to him.

I picked Harry without even consciously making the choice.

..

When I went to tell Lucy about what happened the night before she said that she already knew. Harry had told her everything after I’d left him standing outside the bar.

“He was pretty pissed at you,“ she said with worried eyes, “Said he doesn’t want to see you anymore.“

I shuddered. “Maybe I should call him. Talk things out.“

But he didn’t pick up. Not the first time I tried and not the fifth either. He didn’t even respond to my messages.

Slowly I could feel myself freak out. We’d had some spats here and there, arguments that had made him shut me out and avoid talking to me, but so far whenever I reached out to apologize he warmed up and welcomed me back at his side.

Only this time I honestly felt like there was nothing for me to apologize for. I wasn’t the one who’d laid hand on Jake, who’d commanded a friend around as though they were my property and I hadn’t been the one to spoil the whole night for everyone.

“Just apologize to him,“ Lucy advised after I’d spent three days with absolutely no word from Harry, “He’s on good terms with Jake again. After letting out his aggression Harry accepted Jake’s effort of making things okay.“

“Good for them,“ I said, genuinely meaning it, “But there is nothing I could apologize for and nothing that I did wrong that night. Harry knows that, too.“

In all honesty I felt as though it was Harry’s turn to apologize to me. So many times before had it been me who’d tried and tried to reach out for him to make things right, often I even let myself down just to please him and that just couldn’t happen again.
I would wait, I decided, wait for him to respond to one of my innocent messages, hoping desperately that this choice wouldn’t cost me him. 

But of course that was exactly the price I had to pay for not backing down this time.

….Now.
Harry could be so kind. He was the first person to be there for me when I was in trouble, he always protected me against anything and anyone who made me uneasy and most importantly through him I experienced a never before encountered feeling of being needed. 

To him I was important and he appreciated me every day.

At times he was gentle and funny, blushing whenever he managed to make me laugh and his eyes would sparkle so lovingly it made my heart flutter.

He wasn’t all manipulative, arrogant and selfish.

I think Harry liked to think of me as an obedient and kind girl that wasn’t difficult to keep around. And he most certainly knew I was in love with him. So when I chose not to let myself down and apologize for standing up to him he was surprised and angry.
I’d proven his perception of me wrong and this newly discovered girl wasn’t who he had much use to.

….Then.
Never before in my life had I cried so hard. It was like I couldn’t breathe, my chest was crushed under an immense weight and I was robbed of any feeling of comfort. Some nights it got so bad I was hysterical and trashed around in my bed with no hope of finding rest. It felt like I was forcefully ripped open and everything Harry had left in my heart was taken away. Left was a sickening emptiness.

I was devastated.

Harry hadn’t responded to any attempt I’d made at reaching out and after a while I had been forced to give up. So instead I sent Lucy to talk to him and find out what he believed I did wrong only for her to come back with the most awful news.

“Harry was so angry, Y/N,“ Lucy had said, voice quiet and careful, “So much so he acted completely indifferent. He said that you know exactly what you did, that he hates you for it and never wants to see you again.“

She might as well have knocked me out.

Lucy nervously toyed with her hands. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. There really was nothing I could do to calm him.“

..

Hearing that the person you love feels hate towards you is the most intense kind of heart break that can be inflicted upon you by a loved one. Any sense of warmth is sucked out of you, your skin is in a constant state of shudder and your heart might as well not be there. The sickness you may feel before sitting through an important exam or before your first day at a new job, that kind of nerve wrecking sickness doesn’t ever go away again.

Your body is always on alert. Not even sleep brings rest.
It is pure torture to bear a broken heart and it takes so much time until it gets better.

..

The crying didn’t stop and I had no control over it. My eyes began to tear up without me noticing and due to the constant ache in my heart it was difficult to tell when my body was overwhelmed by it. During those times I searched for solitude and refused to spend time with the large group of people I’d once called my friends. Lucy and a small handful of them were the only ones I wanted to be around, anyone else I knew would instantly go and tell Harry about the pitiful state I was in.
And he didn’t need to know how much him leaving me had shattered my entire being.

To my luck the intense pain, confusion and disappointment followed a lot of anger. Like, more anger than I ever knew I was capable of feeling. That helped so much and for the first time I could feel myself slowly getting close to feeling okay again.

Because honestly: How dare he put me aside like I was a used doll to him? How dare he pretend like I wasn’t the best friend he had? How dare he act as if I hadn’t always put him first, before myself even?

I hissed in anger at the mere thought of all the things I’d done for him, every sacrifice, every time I let myself down to please him. If he messed up, I was there to help make things right, if he was upset, I was there to cheer him up. Me, me me. Always Me.
And now what? I had cried at the sight of my friend in pain and that made ma a traitor?

“I’m okay,“ I told Lucy one afternoon after she asked me how I was coping. Five weeks had passed since Harry had stopped talking to me and I was happy to admit that my words were only half a lie.

“That’s good,“ she gave me a small smile before her expression hardened and she looked away. “He asked about you today.“

I almost chocked on my tea. Lucy elaborated: “I ran into him at the cafe he likes so much. He asked where I was going and when I told him he wanted to know how you were doing.“

“What did you say?“ I wondered, my voice much steadier than I expected.

She peered up at me form under her lashes. “That you were good.“

I nodded. “Good.“

“I also asked if I should talk to you and help him make things right again.“ Lucy looked at me expectantly.

With brows arched in surprise I cleared my throat. “You did? What did he say?“

“Nothing he just shook his head. But that’s only because he’s prideful, Y/N, trust me. If you were to call him now I’m certain he would want to talk.“

Slowly I raised the mug I held in both hands to my lips and took a sip. When I looked at her again I knew my slightly puffy eyes were hard.

“Well, I’m not going to.“

“You should,“ Lucy protested, “Put you both out of your misery.“

I shook my head. “He’s the one who acts as if I did the worst possible thing to him when in reality I have done nothing. No, I am definitely not going to crawl back to him like a whipped dog that learned its lesson and damn him if he thinks I will. Maybe he regrets being a dick to me but then it sure as hell means that it’s his turn to come back. After all, he’s the one that left.“

When I finished I was out of breath and my hands trembled.

“I didn’t know you were this angry,“ Lucy admitted, her eyes holding surprise, “I expected you to be happy about these news.“

“Well I’m not,“ I answered, “This is just another stupid test of his and after crying every night for almost a month now I no longer care if I fail it.“

“He told me you were the one who left.“

I gaped at her. “What?“

She shrugged. “In his version of the story you’re the one who backed away form him after what happened to Jake. He thinks you are the one who left.“

Once more my body was set on fire with anger.
“That’s what this is about?“ I cried, “He hates me for not holding the hand he used to beat my friend with?“

Lucy bit her lip, then she nodded.

“Fuck him then,“ I said harshly, “What a self centered prick. I was frightened sick and he is so selfish that me taking a step back and insisting that I needed a moment alone is enough for him to throw us away?“

There was a pause of silence and slowly my breathing calmed again.

Lucy cleared her throat. “Okay, well… it’s your choice. I just know how much you care for him and even after everything he did I’m sure he cares about you just as much. And as your friend I must say that I can’t bear to see you so hurt all the time.“

At that I smiled kindly. “If he cared as much about me as I do for him he wouldn’t be spending all of his time with Cherry at his side.“

Lucy’s face fell. “I didn’t think you knew about that.“

I shrugged. “Hard not to. Her Instagram is full with pictures of them together. Her hugging him, him holding her waist, them dancing. He doesn’t seem to miss me too much.“

“She’s a distraction and has a pretty head that is as empty as a head can be,“ Lucy spoke harshly, “He knows that she is nothing compared to the friendship he had with you.“

I shrugged once more. “He doesn’t seem to mind. And as long as he doesn’t try to come back to me with a solid apology I couldn’t care less if Cherry bores him out of his mind.“

..

Nights were still the worst. That was when my head was haunted by every moment I ever spent with Harry, every laugh we shared, every touch. My poor heart was tortured with the memory of him kissing my cheek, leaving the skin hot and burning. I was reminded of the wide smile he wore whenever he saw me and the look of his arms held open wide for me to step into.

What I found myself missing most though was his smell. I’d grown to love his scent, found it comforting and every night I feared I would forget it one day.

Nights were when I allowed myself to cry and mourn the hope of love I’d lost with him.

I missed laughing with him, because he was still the funniest person I knew. I longed to hear him talk, because he had such a smart mind. I couldn’t bear to think that I would never get to feel his arms around me again and it hurt to imagine that I would never have his protection again.

After giving him so much importance in my life it was difficult to cope without him. But I did. And after two months of no word of him, it truly was no longer a lie when I said that I was feeling good.

..

It was almost like he knew that my heard had mended and I believed he understood that as his cue to come back and fuck me up again.
I stared at my phone with shock. I had one missed call from Harry and four new texts.

Hey.

How are you?

Can we talk?

Sorry.

Almost three months. That was how long he’d waited to reach out again. More than 40 nights of crying, more than 30 days of feeling like I was only a shell of myself.
And all I got was a Hey. How are you? Can we talk? Sorry. 
A ‘Sorry’ was all that my pain was worth.

„Fuck you, Harry,“ I muttered.

I reached for the device sitting before me, unlocked the screen and pressed onto the message until the small window popped up.

Are you sure you want to delete this chat? My phone asked.

I didn’t hesitate to press yes.

….Now.
To this day I knew that there was nobody I loved as deeply as I did Harry.

Even after doing everything in his power to break my heart, I can’t help the small jump out of rhythm and the tiny squeeze it gives whenever I happen to see his face somewhere. So many years have past and both of our lives are so different now.

We don’t speak. We don’t reach out.

But his stare lingers when he sees my face and so does mine. It’s as if we’re both reminded of who we once were and for a moment we wonder what we’ve become.

Thank you for reading this! 
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Author: @writing-obrien

Character(S): Stiles Stilinski/Reader, Theo Raeken/Reader, Lydia Martin

Word Count: 5096

Notes: Drinking, Alcohol Abuse, Oral (both receiving - 69-ing), Slight Bondage, Orgasm Denial, ‘Toy’ use please don’t try this at home), marking, kinda angsty. Huge thanks to @stilinski-jpeg for being my actual angel and giving me encouragement on this and proof reading it because it’s ways different to anything I’ve done before. Also thanks to @dumbass-stilinski and @thelittlestkitsune for the incredible help they gave me all the way through, reading and checking it all.


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•when he became Spider-Man, he didn’t want to tell you. It’s not that he didn’t trust you, it’s just that he didn’t want you to get hurt because of him

     •peter was surprised when you didn’t freak out and break up with him

     •“aren’t you, mad that I didn’t tell you?”

     •“why would I be mad? You did it to protect me. I understand why you didn’t tell me.”

     •he was completely shocked

     •“this is why I love you Y/N.”

     •which was also the first time he ever said that, and it made your heart melt

     •“I love you too pete.” You said, wrapping your arms around him tightly


•making out with him on his bed

     •and May almost catching you two


•let’s face it, watching cartoons like Bob’s Burgers and Rick and Morty is all the two of you do in your free time

     •besides playing video games for hours


•whenever you had a tough day, or needed to cry, peter would cuddle with you. You’d snuggle up into his chest while he wrapped his arms around your back


•his contact on your phone is my hero🤘🕸

•your contact on his phone is my muse😚


•watching movies together and eventually falling asleep with your back pressed to his chest

     •May would come from work to see the two of you on the couch, with happiness overwhelming her features


•helping each other out with homework


•making pillow forts (to watch the cartoons), like all the time


•hickies, sooooo many hickies 

      •on the both of you


•holding hands when he walks you to your classes at school


•when your on your period, peter would go to the store and buy you candy, medicine, comfort food and tampons/pads/whatever you usually use. (he would awkwardly do so as the cashier gave him a strange look)

     •he also tracks your period so he knows when he needs to buy you all these things

     •he’d show up at your house and one of your parents would open the door while he stood there awkwardly, holding up the bags. They let him inside the house, as he awkwardly rushed to your room


•the first time either of you get drunk, was together

     •it’d be new years eve, the both of you in his bedroom after stealing some cheap beer and vodka from his aunt’s party

     •“peter,” you hiccuped, “you are the most BEAUTIFUL creature I have ever seen.”

     •he’d be giggling nonstop 

     •“and, and you’re the most perfect arrangement of atoms I’ve ever seen.”

     •you took the bottle from his hands lazily, taking another sip

     •“I love you spidey” you mumbled,crawling onto his chest, and quickly falling asleep

     •he took the bottle from his hands, lazily placing it on the floor next to his bed “I love you too princess.”

     •even when he’s drunk, he’s still a sweetheart


•also him saying “WHY IS THE CEILING SPINNING-oh wait, I’m spinning.” *giggles*


•in junior year, you guys went to homecoming together, due to his…situation the year prior

     •you two were one of the only couples dancing when the dj played a slow song as everyone made an awkward circle around you (lmao hoco was never like this for me. just believe)

     •that night was absolutely perfect


•having one of your friends drive away from the city to a deserted part of the suburbs to look up at the stars surrounding you

     •you two were wrapped up in blankets, laying on top of a pile of pillows in the back of the truck


•nerdy jokes, ALL THE TIME

     •“Hey Y/N, what did the cell say to his sister when she stepped on his foot? Mitosis.” He burst out into fits of laughter, as Y/N giggled


•watching star wars with him at least once a week

     •“The force will be with you. Always.” He recited perfectly with a goofy grin, making you smile


•borrowing his sweaters and wearing them to school

     •“Is that my shirt?”

     •a blush appeared on your cheeks as you nodded your head

     •Peter smiled softly while grabbing your hand, “It looks cute on you,”


•making those bomb ass holiday cookies together


•on Halloween, one of your friends was having a costume party

     •you wanted to surprise him with your costume, so you were both going separately

     •when you walked through the front door, with loud music and drunk teenagers, you immediately saw peter

     •and he immediately saw you

     •Ned was wearing an Indiana Jones costume, and Peter was wearing a Luke Skywalker one

     •but you on the other hand, you wore a spider-man costume (of course)

     •instead of a mask, it had a low hood with the eyes on the mask on it

     •the costume was basically a one piece swim suit with a hood (or if you want it to be, it could be a fucking nice ass pj onesie)

     •peter’s mouth was opened wide

     •“you dressed up as your hero, and I dressed up as mine.” you said with a small smile

     •peter was completely awe struck


•he absolutely loves cuddling with you and just kissing you all over


•(as nerdy as it sounds) library dates and study dates


•cleaning up his cuts

     •“peter, you have to be more careful.” you mumbled with tears in your eyes. “you go out there and save people and beat bad guys. But one day, you might not come back.”

     •“y/n,” he sighed as he sat up to make better eye contact, “I’ll always come back to you.”


•for your birthday, peter saved up as much money as he could’ve and he bought you a VERY expensive ring, with ‘always’ engraved on the inside with the date that the two of you started dating

     •“yo-you aren’t proposing right?”

     •he laughed, “no, I just- I thought- the ring suites you and I thought…that maybe, I-I don’t know. It’s a promise that I’ll love you forever.”

     •im SCREAMING

     •you melted at the thought, and from the fact that you two have been dating for so long and he still manages to be nervous around you

     •"god, why are you the best boyfriend?“

It Takes Three (Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Pairings: Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader, Polyamorous Relationship (No Stucky)

Word Count: 3,484

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff, Smut, Dom!Steve, Sub!Reader, Sensual Bucky, Smut

Rating: NC-17 (Mature, 18+)

Summary: Reader is in a polyamorous relationship with Steve and Bucky.  Practically Porn with Plot!

A/N: This is my first time writing another character besides Steve/Chris.  I hope I did good!  Depending on the amount of love I get from this, maybe I will add another part in the future……

It didn’t take long to fall in love with the two super soldiers after meeting them that one fateful day in the bakery in which you worked.  You usually worked behind closed doors, decorating the cakes, but on that day, it was as if something pulled you to the front and that was when you met them; Captain Steve Rogers and Sergeant James “Bucky” Barnes.  The minute you laid eyes on them, your breath was stolen from you.  

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The Preacher’s Daughter

Author: @stilinski-jpeg

A/N: This collab is so funny because I literally had this idea and Camile was like “I’m already writing one.” Nia and Camile strike again. This is going to be a series, so buckle up babes it’s going to be a hell of a ride. I have to thank @minhosmeanhoe (Camile) for pushing me to do this when my motivation was lacking and always being there for me when I get stuck. She also proofread and edited this because she’s literally the best. Okay, without further ado.

Paring: ReaderxMitchfuckingRapp

Warnings: Is it a stilinski-jpeg/minhosmeanhoe fic without smut?? Otherwise, no warnings.

Word Count: 4682

Camile’s version: here

Song: Good Kid by Former Vandal

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“Troop Leader” Part 1

Request: I’d love one where the reader is Starks little girl but in her early 20s. She’s a Girl Scout troop leader and brings her girls to the tower to set up their cookie stand in the lobby. Bucky keeps sneaking down there and buys cookies from them and winking and flirting at her making the little girls giggle at them.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: fluff central

Word Count: 892

A/N: this request made me smile so much! hope you enjoy, please leave feedback. my requests and taglist are open. I have one request left after this. let me know what else you want me to write. 

Troop Leader Masterlist


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“Dad, remember I’m bringing my troops to meet everyone today. Please keep anything dangerous locked away. I don’t want to have to explain to parents as to why all their little girl’s eyebrows were burned off. Make sure the entire team is there. The whole point of today is for the troops to learn about leadership. Everyone needs to be there. Got it? And we’re setting up the cookie stand in your lobby. Please buy some boxes.” You left yet another voicemail for your father.

Today, you were supposed to bringing your girl scout troop to the tower to sell cookies, but they were all going to earn their leadership patches by going. Troop 159 did sell the most cookies out of all the troops in Manhattan, but it was all thanks to you, Y/N Stark. People just automatically want to buy cookies from a famous man’s daughter. It’s just the way the world works.  

All week you had been leaving the same message for him, but he would never pick up the phone or call you back. He was probably holed away in his lab, or avoiding Bucky Barnes. Sure, he might’ve killed your grandparents, but you didn’t blame him. You knew it wasn’t his fault. You had been through the same experience with Loki. He used his staff to brainwash you and he forced you to do terrible things. In a way, you understood Bucky, even though you had never met him.


 Standing outside of Avengers Tower, you were really hoping your dad had at least listened to the voicemails. With sweating palms, you lead your troops inside. The lobby was empty except for a few folding tables. Good, he had heard them.

“Alright girls, let’s set everything up. Then I will see if everyone is available to come down.”

The girls got to work and you went to Tiffany, the receptionist.

“Can you call my dad and see if everyone’s ready. Tell him the girls are set up and ready to meet everyone.” With a roll of her eyes, she got the phone and called to Tony.  

“They will be right down, Ms. Stark.”

You nodded your thanks and went to go check up on the girls, but they already had a customer. You hadn’t noticed anyone come in. All you saw was his back, and it was a hot back. You made your way around the table to stand with your girls. Before you could get a good look at him, you heard your fathers voice.

“Y/N! You’re here! It’s been so long! I see you’ve already met Barnes.” You froze in your spot. Bucky Barnes was the man standing behind you. He spoke up before you could say anything,

“well, I haven’t really had the chance to introduce myself. I’m Bucky, and you must be the prettier Stark. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Before you could blink, he had made his way in front of you. His front was definitely much hotter than the back. His eyes were enchanting and that smirk, the fucking smirk. He knew exactly what he was doing.

You slowly took his hand in yours. One of your girls decided to speak for you,

“this is Troop Leader Y/N. She’s the best troop leader we’ve ever had!” she exclaimed. Bucky had widened his smile.

“I bet she is. With a pretty face like that She could sell anything.” Your mouth dropped open, and with a wink, Bucky walked passed all the Avengers and into the elevator. You had just enough time to see his biceps flex as he crossed his arms before the doors closed.

Your girls were giggling uncontrollably. That snapped you out of your lovesick haze.

“A-alrighty girls, these are the Avengers. Most of you probably know my father, Tony Stark, and Captain America. Everyone is going to teach you the importance of being a good leader and today you will earn your leadership patches. So, go introduce yourselves and get started!” you told them excitedly. All the girls were beaming. Every one of your scouts loved the Avengers.

With all of them entertained, you sat yourself down in one of the plastic chairs. You felt a tap on your shoulder.

“Hey there Sugar, I realized I didn’t buy anything when I came down. Now, what do you recommend?” you heard your girls giggle again. Everyone was staring at the interaction between you and Bucky. Steve had a smirk on his face. He had never seen his best friend so confident. You could almost see the steam coming out of Tony’s ears, and everyone else was giving off a smirk. It was almost comical how flushed you got around him.

“W-well, my favorites are the Somoas, just because I love coconut, but I also like the Thin Mints. They taste better if you freeze them.” You gave out your short answer.

“Alrighty, Darlin’ I’ll take two of each.”

You handed him the boxes and called over one of your girls to do the transaction, they were the ones supposed to be selling after all.

“thanks, kiddo. I’ll be back down to see your pretty troop leader again. By Y/N/N.” and again he disappeared.

“Ms. Y/N, he’s cute!” one little girl told you.

“I know, Sweetie, I know.” You sighed out.

James Barnes was going to be the death of you.

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Snapchat Mishap{Part 3}

 { Warnings : S M U T & NSWF GIFS ;) } I hope you guys like it, feeback & ideas are  always wanted!

{ Part One }  { Part Two } { Master List }


 " I CANT BELIEVE YOU WAITED THIS LONG TO TELL US!“

   It’s girls night &  you just came clean to Wanda & Natasha about the game with Bucky. Natasha just smirks, but Wanda is not pleased with the fact you waited this long to tell them. Questions begin shooting from her, no space In between for you to even answer her. When she finally finishes, she’s out of breath, and giving you a  'well I’m waiting bitch ‘ look. You answer them all, telling them how it started with an accidental snap, about the snaps since then and about the other morning in the kitchen before Steve and Sam showed up.

  It’s been three days since that happened, and the snaps have increased between to two of you. While you drink with the girls, the boys are having their own night, which usually includes beer & poker . Girls night is so much better; you have booze, face masks, pizza & movies. Tonight though Nat suggest something new,

  ” what do you guys think about crashing the boys poker game?“

” I thought the point of girls night was to ignore the guys!“ You groan .

” yeah yeah , but how funny would it be to kick their asses at poker ! Plus it could be a good chance to play with Bucky a little y/n, I heard Thor sent them some as guardian mead… you could win this thing tonight .“ Shit, she’s so right.

” I don’t think it’s fair if I do it when he’s drunk natty.“

” but your drunk too!“ Wanda cheers. Well she’s not wrong .Nats secret stash of vodka was strong as hell, barely 45 minutes in you& wanda were about to cross the border from tipsy to drunk. Time for some fun .

  When you step off the elevator on to Tony’s floor, you hear the boys voices echoing through the halls . All eyes turn to you and the girls when you appear in the doorway

” got room for three more guys?“ Nat asks with a smirk .

” did girls night get too boring for you ladies?“ Tony asks as he pulls three more chairs to the poker table

  ” we can only experiment with each other so much Tony.“ You tease with a wink. You pick the seat next to Bucky, sending him a quick smirk before turning away .

  You suck at poker , absolutely suck . But you don’t feel too bad, wanda is just as bad. You both opt out of playing after a while and just watch Natasha kick the guys asses. You notice the guys drinks are getting low & the bowl of chips is nearly empty so you decide to busy yourself .

  ” I’m going to refill everything , I’ll be back.“ You grab the empties and and head down the hall to Tony’s kitchen . You place the bottles on the counter, as you go to turn and grab the liquor bottle you feel two familiar hands on your waist . Game time .

  ” need help doll?“ Buckys voice was rougher than usual , making you shiver at the sound .

” sure Barnes .“ He Hunms in response, he doesn’t move though, his hands tighten on your waist instead .

” buck what are you-“

” these shorts look amazing on you doll.“ He whispers into your ear . Between the vodka and his voice you’re turning into a puddle too fast. When you don’t answer his hands crawl from your hip to the front of your pants, popping the button open and sliding under them. His hands just rest for a minute over the front of your panties , before moving even farther down until they are over your clit. His finger start slowly pressing against you, the friction from your lace panties causing you to squirm . ” what’s the matter doll ? Don’t you like this?“ 

He nips at your ear, resulting in your head falling back against his shoulder . His lips trail down to your neck, placing kisses in the crook of your neck .

” James -“ he placed more pressure on you clit , now starting to run fast circles against you.

” say it again y/n" oh no, you’re not getting the upper hand here barnes . You remove his hands from your shorts, then spin around and grab onto his shirt. You flip your positon, pressing him against the counter now . Your eyes don’t leave his as your hands play with the bottom of his black V neck. You run your hands underneath, and find the band of his boxers . 

You slip your fingers under the band and move them across is waist . Buckys breath hitches and you hear it, sending him a quick wink. You stop above his growing bulge, and go to slide your hand but he stops you. Your position is changed again and your back against the counter . You both stare at each other , lips parted as you breathing quickens. His tongue darts out to lick at his lips and you lose it, you need to feel his lips on yours . You fist your hands in his shirt and tug him to you, but before you lips can touch you stop. You know once you kiss him, you might not be able to stop yourself ; and you aren’t about to lose . Not tonight .

  “ everyone’s waiting for us .” Is all you say as you duck out of his grip. You grab the bottle of booze from the other side of the counter and go back to what you initially came here to do.

“ you’re driving me crazy doll .”

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“ that’s the idea sweetheart.” You hand him the bowl of chips and grab the tray of drink and head back to your friends .

   Poker doesn’t last much longer , Natasha’s winning streak finally made the guys quit . By now you’re all drunk , but not completely trashed .

“ let’s play hide and seek!” Wanda says through her giggles . Surprisingly everyone agrees, tony has Friday randomly select someone to be It first , and lock the floors that aren’t part of the playing field . So far the only floors to use for hiding are Tony’s, the communal level & the party room level. FRIDAY selects Sam To count first, and after 5 minutes of him bitching he finally begins counting . You all dart out of Tony’s living room to hide . You know how sam thinks , he’ll probably assume no one would be obvious enough to hide on Tony’s floor( since that’s where he’s counting) but you do . You go to hide in Tony’s massive closet , but find it already taken.

“ well hey there doll face.” Of fucking course he’s here. You hear Sam call the last number and fling yourself into the closet . The door shuts quietly behind you leaving you in th dark with Barnes . He manages to find you , startling you when he tugs you against him.

“ mmm doll, I haven’t stopped thinking of you all night .”

  “I don’t think now is the time for-” your words turn into a gasp when you feel your shorts being popped open . Buckys metal hand slide under your panties, going right to your core. “ fuck y/n , you’re drenched ! Is this all for me? ” his fingers roll your clit , making you whimper . 


“ god you smell good Angel. ” his fingers dip into your pussy, making you arch your back.

“ fuck.” You whimper , his fingers pick up speed , plunging into you at a harsh pace. His thumb presses against your clit and you feel the coil in you tightening .

“ are you going to cum for me doll? ” he asks, his lips hovering over yours now . Fuck it . You lean up , pressing your lips to his . His lips are soft and warm against yours , he doesn’t waste time and coaxes your lips open for him to slide his tongue against yours .

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His finger are fucking into you , and you know you only have a few seconds before you finish. Using all the self control you can muster up in this moment, You tug his hand out of your pants. You guide them to your mouth, and proceed in sucking your wetness off then. Bucky moans at the feeling ,

“ I’m not ready to lose just yet James .” You purr

“ oh for fucks sake Y/n.” He breathes out . Before he can kiss you again the door whips open , revealing a smirking Natasha .

“ I didn’t know we were playing 7 minutes in heaven guys.”

  “ where’s Sam?” You ask

  “ him and Tony got into an argument so they quit. But on the bright side , you two are the last ones to be found!” You roll your eyes and exit the closet , buttoning your pants as you do . You hear Natasha giggle behind you and Bucky grunt . This fucking sucks .

  Everyone says their goodnights and goes to their rooms, but before you leave Bucky grabs onto your wrist , “ I’m not done with you just yet gorgeous.”

 He drags you to his room , slamming the door shut behind him . His lips are on yours a second later , his tongue slipping in & swirling around yours . Your head is spinning at the feeling, and you barely register falling onto his bed . His lips are only off yours for a few seconds before he reattaches them in a desperate kiss. You weave your hands in his hair, tugging it hard and making him moan into your mouth. His lips migrate from your lips to your neck , then stop when they get to your shirt . He sends you a wicked smile before moving down your body until he’s level with your pussy. He spreads your legs , and tugs your shorts off . You’re positive there’s a wet patch on your panties , but you’re too flustered to be embarrassed. Bucky nuzzles his nose into your heat making you whimper .

“ fuck doll. I just want to taste you.” You buck your hips towards his face , making him chuckle . He moves down , mouthing over your covered cunt . You can feel his tongue against you and you have to fight not to beg him to just fuck you . He wraps his arms under your thighs and drags you to the end of the bed, kneeling on the floor in front of you

 " just say the words doll,please.“ He begs .

 Neither of you are ready to lose , you’re not ready To give him that satisfaction .

” I don’t think so Barnes.“ He moves away , locking his eyes with yours . Fuck , I can’t do this . The anticipation is killing you , mixed with the sexual frustration you feel like every inch of your skin is on fire . You sigh, deciding on your next step. You roll off the bed , and shed all your clothes . You lay down on his bed like you where before , on the edge of the bed . Buckys eyes go straight to your bare, dripping pussy.

  ” holy shit.“ He breathes out , ” thank god .“ He goes to strip but you giggle & stop him

” oh no sweetheart , this isn’t me caving .“ His eyebrow raises in question , but quickly drops when he sees your hand go to your core.

  One hand plays with you clit , rubbing circles while the other hand roams up your body , stopping when it gets to your nipple. You tug on your nipple, moving to slide two to tour fingers into yourself . You whimper at the feeling , moving your fingers faster and faster . Bucky is moaning, leaning forward and watching your every move .

” James “ you moan , he lets out a whimper at the sound.

” Say the words and you can have this Bucky. You can be fucking into me , over and over -“ You thrust particularly hard, making your words fall into a whimper as you tumble into your orgasm . His name repeatedly falls from your lips as you do, Bucky panting the entire time as he watches . He’s rutting himself against the bed as he watches , which is hotter than you’d like to admit . You finally pull your fingers out , and you can feel yourself spilling onto the bed . You hold your fingers out to him , he moves forward in a blur , sucking Your fingers into his mouth with a moan.

” you taste even better than I dreamed .“ He leans in closer , flattening his tongue and licking from your pussy to your clit , a loud moan ripping through you .

” what are you-“

” just cleaning you up sweetheart.“ Fucker.

 When he stands you see a wet patch on the front of his pants . ” looks like I’m not the only messy one .“ You giggle , getting up on you knees on his bed . Your hands fly to his pants , undoing them and pushing them down his legs along with his boxers . His tip is still slightly leaking and he looks painfully hard still . Must be the serum. You slide off the bed to your knees, then without a warning take his tip into your mouth, sucking at it while flicking your tongue against it in your mouth .

  ” ohhh- stop stop , I can’t -“ you fee him tense up, and you know he’s about to release again. So you let go with a wet pop, sending him a smile before standing . You grab your clothes off the floor , and his discarded v neck. You slip into your panties and his shirt .

  ” where are you going ?“ He asks . You give him a quick kiss ,

” it’s late , I’m going to bed duh.“

” you could stay .“ His words catch you off guard , he wants me to stay? His hand gently grabs onto yours , turning you so you face him again . His hands are cupping your cheeks now , his lips landing on yours in a sweet kiss. This kiss is different from the other ones, it’s not rushed or dirty . It’s sweet , slow and addicting . When you part you open your eyes and see a glimmer of something unfamiliar in his eyes .

  ” okay, I’ll stay.“

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It Seemed So Real - Tom Holland

Being Tom’s girlfriend and getting to play his best friend / love interest in the new Spiderman movie, was to say the least, a dream come true.

Everything was perfect, from cuddling in trailers to pissing off our director, Jon Watts because we wouldn’t stop messing around and giggling like idiots.

Tom and I were currently in his trailer, waiting to be call to set, me in sweatpants and Tom still in the Spiderman suit.

I laughed as he jumped around his trailer, pretending to shoot webs everywhere, and making the occasional, “Thwip” sound for effect.

“Are you seriously just gonna wear that all the time?” I asked through my fit of giggles, Tom practically lived in the suit.

“Yep,” He said jumping up onto the small sofa I was sitting on. “I still can’t believe that I’m Spiderman! Spiderman! Me! Can you believe it!”

I looked up at him adoringly, the smile on his face sending joy and butterflies through every inch of my body.

I was beyond proud of Tom, and seeing him so happy made the long and demanding hours worth it. “And you know what the best part is?” He said, sitting beside me, eyes locked on mine.

“I get to work with the love of my life, and kiss her on stage.” He said, leaning in and pecking my lips. “And off stage,” he pecked my cheek, “and in my trailer,” he pecked my nose, I giggled.

“And I’m front of the entire cast, who by the way, found it cute at first, but now it’s just awkward and gross,” a voice said from the door.

Tom and I blushed as Robert stood there, eyebrows raised, a slight grin on his face. “Come on, we need you guys on set,” he said, beckoning us to follow.

“But we’re not scheduled for another 3 hours,” I said. Rob shook his head, “There’s a big rain storm coming soon, and Jon wants to shoot Y/C/N’s death scene in it, he said it’ll look more natural than if we tried to make it ourselves.”

I frowned at the thought of having to die, and not being able to be in Spiderman 2, but Jon had said he’d need me back for a few “flashback” scenes, so I was grateful for that.

I looked at Tom who was also frowning, obviously not too happy our timr together got interrupted. “We need you guys down there ASAP, so hurry up,” Rob said, before leaving.

“I found the kids, Jon! They were having sex in Tom’s trailer!” Rob yelled out, causing Tom to blush even harder, and me to burst out into laughter.

“Come on, Tom,” I said, attempting to stand, but he pulled me back down and into his lap, arms wrapped around my waist, and face burried in my neck, “But I wanna just cuddle,” he whined.

I rolled my eyes, “I do too, but we need to go, we can cuddle after, I promise.”

It took a solid give minutes to finally get Tom up, and an hour more to do make-up and costume. By the time everything was finished, it had began pouring outside, the distant sound of thunder echoing through the air.

“I know you wanted this scene in the rain, but don’t you think it’s raining a little hard?” Tom asked, Jon, who replied with, “It’s perfect, don’t worry, you guys will be fine, and it’ll be an awesome scene.”

And hand ruffled my hair from behind, “Hey this took an hour,” I said giggling as Michael, aka Vulture, came into view.

“Alright! Let’s get this going, no telling how long this storm will last!” Jon yelled out, causing everyone to scramble to their places.

Along with the poring rain, it was also extremely cold and dark outside, and as soon as I stepped out into the rain, it got much colder.

Michael also stepped out, dressed fully in his vulture costume, and Tom in his suit, everyone’s hair and clothes were instantly drenched.

We quickly got into places and I ran through the scene in my head.

Vulture had captured my character and was threatening Peter, and would ultimately end of stabbing me with his sharp wings, leaving me to die in Peter’s arms.

A shiver went through my spine as Jon yelled out, “Action!”

“I told you not to interfere with my business Peter,” Vulture said threateningly, his arm was across my chest, holding me tightly.

Fear shot through my body, as I began to fear for my life.

“Please, you don’t have to do this, just let her go,” Peter begged, his voice breaking as he tried to hold back sobs.

“How else will you learn your lesson,” Vulture said. His wings began to whir, and I gasped as his sharp wings pierced my back, all the way through so that the tip could be seen poking out of my stomach.

“NO!” Peter cried out, sprinting to me as Vulture took off. I began to fall, gravity weighing down heavier than ever before.

Before my body could hit the ground, Peter was by my side, catching me. We crumpled to the ground together. Peter cradled me against his chest, rocking back and forth, tears mixing with rain.

“ No. No, Y/C/N, please!” Peter yelled out, his voice seemed so distant.

“P-Peter, it- it hurts. God, I don’t want to die,” I barely got out. A metallic taste lingered on my taste buds, blood staining my lips.

“I don’t know what to do, I don’t- oh god,” Peter began sobbing. “Please, you can’t die, I can’t love without you, please Y/C/N!” He whispered.

I weakly grabbed his hand, giving it a light squeeze, I could feel the life draining from my body.

“Please don’t die, I can’t live without you, I love you,” He continued to cry.

“I lo-” I began to say, but everything went black.

“Y/C/N? Y/C/N!” I hear Tom yell, but I kept my eyes closed, waiting for Tom to finish his lines.

“No!” He let out a blood curdling scream, leaving me to wonder if he would have his voice tomorrow. “Please, wake up, wake up!”

Tom kept sobbing, it sounded so real.

“Aaaaand, cut!” Jon yelled out, “That was amazing! Everyone get inside and dry off, that’s a wrap for the day!” People cheered as they filed into the main building.

I opened my eyes and tried to get up, but Tom wouldn’t budge, if anything he held me even tighter to his chest. “We should go inside where it’s warm,” I whispered, but he still wouldn’t let go.

I knew the scene would be intense, but I don’t think any of us had any idea that it would end up like this.

I shifted so I could wrap my arms around Tom, “ It’s okay, it was just acting, it’s not real,” I whispered to him, running my fingers through his wet hair.

I leaned back so I could look at Tom. The cold air and pouring rain no longer mattered, I was only worried about the sobbing mess of a boy that was before me.

His head hung low, his body shaking with sobs, and rain dripping from his hair. I gently cupped his face, and brought it up so that his eyes met mine.

“It was so real,” he whispered, “Seeing you like that, I couldn’t-” another sob broke his sentence. I wrapped my arms around him again, reading his head against my chest.

“You hear that?” I said, fighting my own tears at seeing Tom like this, “My heart is still beating, I’m alive, I’m okay.” I placed a kiss on the top of his head and continued to stroke his hair, his head still resting on my chest.

I sat there for as long as I could, but the cold and rain was beginning to be unbearable. “Come on,” I said, slowly standing up, bringing Tom up with me, “Let’s get you warmed up and dried off.”

I lead Tom back to his trailer, and he changed immediately into some warm and dry clothes. “I’m gonna go to my trailer real quick and get some dry clothes,” I said to him, but before I could walk away Tom grabbed my arm.

“You can just borrow some of mine,” He offered, his voice weak from all of the screaming and crying he had done. I nodded, understanding that he didn’t want me to leave.

I nodded and he swiftly grabbed a long sleeve shirt and sweatpants from his dresser and handed them to me. I changed quickly in the small bathroom.

Tom’s shirt and pants were huge on me, yet they were comfy and warm.

A soft smile spread across Tom’s face when I came out in his clothes. I joined him on the couch and leaned into him.

At some point we ended up laying sideways on the small couch, bodies squished together comfortably. I let out a relaxed sigh as I melted into Tom, his warmth surrounding me.

Tom’s grip on me tightened, and he began gingerly running his fingers through my damp hair.

“I’m here,” I whispered to him, “I’m safe.”