The clock taunted you, reminding you that this god foresaken party had hours left to go.
Amongst all of the sharp-dressed men and elegant women, you were the only young person in the vincity, no one being under the age of thirty five. It was awkward and boring because you literally had no one to talk to, on a casual-level that was.
Jimin would usually come to the parties just to save you from dying of bordem, but he had other plans tonight. Like almost every teenager on a Friday night, save for your stupid self.
Slowly, you made your way to the staircase and looked around, checking to see if anyone was paying any attention to you so they wouldn’t call out or question your departure. After failing to notice anyone paying attention, you sneakily made your way up the stairs - to your freedom.
On the way up, you couldn’t help but to feel like you were being watched, eyes trained on your back, but you figured it was just paranoia and continued upwards with quick steps.
Tonight your father was hosting one of the parties for his work, which at one point in time used to be glamarous in your eyes. Back when your mother was still alive, you looked forward to the parties because you and her always went shopping for new dresses and got your hair done, pampered yourselves for the special occasion.
Now, they were simply boring and quite honestly inconvenient.
Clutching the plastic lunch tray she navigated her way through the crowded cafeteria and back to the lunch table. The stress from the first four periods of her day slowly melted away as she spotted her group of friends across the cafeteria, sitting at the same table they had since the start of their freshman year.
A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips as Lydia waved over to her. Picking up her pace, Y/N maneuvered her way through the crowds of people who were too engaged with their conversations with one another to pay any sort of attention to the small girl.
Summary: Y/N has lived next to Peter since the 3rd grade and since has fallen hard for him, but Y/N doesn’t know he’s fallen just as hard.
Word count: 2,145
Songs: Midnight City by M83, Uh huh by Julia Michaels
A/N: This is my first Imagine ever so I’m sorry for the grammar mistakes and if i messed up the point of view a little bit, I’m practicing and heres my first go at it! I hope you guys enjoy it! Also its not a concrete idea yet but i might make more parts to this
“Hey, MJ does Peter ever talk about me?” you ask staring across the lunch room at the boy you’ve had a crush on ever since you laid eyes on him in the 3rd grade. You hear Michelle sigh and close her book “Y/N just go over there and talk to him.” your eyes widen at your best friend for suggesting such a thing. “I can’t just go over there and talk to him without cause, plus..” you sigh sinking further into your seat at the lunch table “he likes Liz, remember?” Just before Michelle can get a word in about your lack of confidence towards guys, the bell rings signaling the end of lunch and beginning of the five minuet passing period to the next class.
You quickly gather your things heading out of the lunchroom and to your next class, gym.
“Hey, Y/N wait up!” you hear the familiar voice of Liz speak as everyone makes their way out of the locker rooms and into the main gym. You falter in your walk just a little hearing Liz say your name, you haven’t ever really been friends or even acquaintances with her since knowing that Peter has a crush on the girl. “Yes?” you smile as she slows her pace next to you “I’m having a party tomorrow night at my place, do you wanna come?” your mind goes blank for a minuet, Liz is asking me to her party? what? “I already asked Michelle if she could come and she said you were free so i thought i’d ask.” Liz practically read your mind, so Michelle is to blame, she’s gonna pay. “Yea, sure I’ll come, it sounds fun.” She smiles before she runs off ahead of you. “Hey Flash,” You hear her shout before she vanishes into the crowd of teenagers.
“Alright, well i think he’s a war criminal now but these are state required so lets get to work .” The gym teacher spoke after the video of Captain America ended waving his hand for everyone to get down from the bleachers and take their places on the mats.
You finally spot Michelle in the crowd of teenagers and grabbed ahold of her arm before she could lay on a mat. “Hey could we be partners?” You ask letting go of your bestie laying on the mat, “Mind if we take this mat next to you guys?” A voice that made your heartstrings tingle spoke, you quickly turn your head to see Peter laying down and getting ready to go his first sit-up. “No-not at all.” you blush and turn on your other side to come face to face with a book “Michelle” You groan louder than intended, “We’re suppose to be doing sit-ups.” You grab the book tilting it away from her face, Michelle sighs and turns on her back pushing her book up and down from her face “There happy, I’m exercising now.” She mumbled making you laugh slightly.
“Hey what about Spider-Man?” You sit up and whip your head around to the bleachers where a certain group of popular girls were sitting, “What about him Liz? You got a crush?” a friend of hers teased, “Well I mean yes he’s pretty hot but he’s also a hero you can’t leave him out.” You could see a slight pink shade her cheeks after she spoke.
“Hey, uh Peter knows Spider-Man!” Ned practically yelled from the mat next to you, what? how does Peter know Spider-Man? I mean maybe he got saved by him? But what? You were pulled from your thoughts when Peter spoke, “Well Uh we-wel yes i do, because of the Stark internship i have but i’m not suppose to talk about it.” Peter spoke through gritted teeth when he ended his sentence. “Wait Penis Parker knows Spider-Man? And has a Stark internship? Wow this is too good, what other lies ya got?” Flash finally joined the conversation. You sighed and turned your attention back to laying down and staring at the ceiling till the end of the period.
“Well if you know him so well why don’t you invite him to Liz’s party tomorrow night?” Flash asked sarcasm clear in his voice, “Wait-wait Liz is having a party?” You perked up again at the sound of Peter’s slightly hurt voice. “Yeah, tomorrow night, my parents are out of town, you and Ned are more than welcome to come and you don’t gotta bring Spider-Man.” You could practically hear the smile in Peters voice when he replied “No-No yeah I’d love to come.” You rolled your eyes and tried to drown out the rest of the conversation.
“Okay, see ya tomorrow.” Liz spoke before the bell rang, finally. You make your way back to the locker room and change out of the gym uniform and into your regular clothes.
Well tomorrow night should be interesting, I wonder if Peter really knows Spider-Man you smile at the thought, that’d be fucking awesome.
Michelle and you took the bus together after school planning on having a sleepover and carpooling to Liz’s party the next day. “I can’t believe you already said i would go without asking me.” you lightly punch Michelle on the arm while getting ready for bed. “Hey what better things do you have going on tomorrow, staring at peter though the peep hole of your apartment again?” Michelle teased, you gasped and placed your hand on your heart pretending to be hurt by the comment. “Michelle that is an important activity and I cannot miss it.” You dramatically said and plopped down onto your bed for the night, the couch. Michelle and you always sleep on her couch for sleepovers, its big enough and comfy as hell.
“Oh whatever Y/N.” she groaned taking her place on the couch and turning on the tv. Within minuets your eyes start to get heavy, you finally give into the sleep tugging at you and fall asleep.
“Thanks for the ride!” you shout at Michelle’s dad before Michelle slams the car door shut. MJ and you start towards the front door already hearing the loud music coming from inside. “Michelle are you sure about this?” You ask grabbing her arm forcing her to stop and look at you “Look Y/N, when are you ever gonna do something like this ever again. Plus, its all apart of the high school experience.” She shrugged making her way to the front door and inside with you trailing behind her.
You were immediately greeted by Liz and shown the way to the kitchen “incase you need something to drink” Liz told you leaving you and focused her attention back onto the party. “Ok so now I Just wait for something to happen?” you spoke to yourself as you grabbed a red solo cup and filled it with water from the fridge. You made your way out of the kitchen and to the couch in the living room, where did MJ go? I’m like the only other person besides Liz she knows here so where - your thoughts were interrupted when your eyes met with the chocolatey eyes of the boy you’ve been waiting for all night.
You smile towards Peter earning a grin back from him before his attention was sent somewhere else, probably Flash shouting “wheres your friend Spider-man? I don’t see him..” You rolled your eyes and made your way over to the duo standing in the middle of the hallway, “Hey hey guys,” you nervously spoke “Finally made it.” you smiled over at Ned, his attention on the rest of the party and not you. “Yeah we got-” Peter got interrupted by a shout from the family room “If you wanna play a game come to the family room now!” you felt a hand wrap around your arm before you could protest you were in the family room seated next to Liz, Peter diagonally across from you with ned next to him and Michelle on your other side.
“Alright,” you heard Liz speak next to you “what game should we play.” a couple of hands flew up in the air and some people shouted suggestions. “How about Seven Minuets In Heaven?!” one voice shouted louder than the others, you looked over at Liz to see she was already ginning with a bottle being handed to her. “Seven Minuets In Heaven it is.” She quickly snapped her head over at you “Y/N, you spin first.” she shoved the bottle into your hand.
“No-no I’m really fine-” you didnt get to finish when you felt a sharp pain in your side from Michelle, your head spun to her side giving her a “what the hell!” look and receiving a shrug in response. You sucked in a breath, all apart of the high school experience right? you tried to reason with yourself. You put the bottle on its side on the ground and spun it, your heat begins beating faster and faster as it comes to a slow down. The bottle finally comes to a stop and your eyes rake up to where it landed, Peter Parker.
You gulped waiting for his reaction as people around him whopped for him but he just sat there eyes wide. “come one you too!” Liz sounded so gleeful and lightly shoved my shoulder for me to get up. Peter must’ve took that as a hint as well and stood up “Wher-uh What closet should we go to?” Peter asked clearing his voice. “the one right at the top of the stairs, we’ll make sure no one goes in.” Liz smiled at Peter and you while you made your way up the stairs. Oh god, what am i going to do, what if he doesn’t want to do anything with me? what if he kisses me and I’m not a good kisser or my breathe stinks- you were ripped out of your thoughts as the closet door was closed and Peter and you were left in the dark.
“uh we-we don’t have to do anything.” you whispered barely audible as you watched Peter set a timer on his phone for seven minuets. “Wh-why don’t we ask each other questions?” Peter asked making a blush creep onto your face, thank god this closet is dark and peters phone light is horrible. “sure-e” you nervously stutter, “you first.” you poke his chest earning a small laugh from him. “Okay, is it true that you have a 4.0 grade average?” You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips, “What?” Peter asked you could hear the confusion in his voice, “thats the question you wanna ask?” you placed your hand on Peters arm, what am I doing? I’m movign way too fast, “Is that bad?” Peter moved closer to you making you back up into the wall of the closet, your smile fading and a deeper bush replacing it. “uh-no no, I’d just rather not answer it.” You spoke truthfully, “alright,” you could see the smile form on peters face as he inched closer to you.
“your turn.” he whispered making your breath hitch in your throat, he’s so close, if i just move forward slightly i’d finally have my first kiss and with the guy of my dreams, you thought. “you got a question yet?” Peters smile started fading looking into your eyes, “uh- yes, did you really make your own computer?” your eyes scanned peters, he’s so close you can see his beautiful brown ombre iris’s, dark brown to a slightly lighter brown. Your breath hitched in your throat again as Peter flashed his eyes down to your lips for a split second. You start to lean into him, closer and closer to his face when your lips just barely graze each other and then Peters phone goes off.
He jumped back slightly from the sudden noise and looked down at his phone, “Has it already been seven minuets?” You laugh slightly feeling embarrassed for getting so intimate with Peter. “No..” he paused looking up from his phone and into your eyes “But i gotta, I’m really sorry Y/N, I gotta go.” He shook his head slightly before opening the closet and leaving you behind. you stood there shocked, not able to move. Peter and I almost kissed was all you could think as a deep blush crept back onto your face.
You exited the closet and went to see if you could find him at the party anywhere. you got a few weird looks after asking some people if they saw him anywhere but no one could help, not even Ned knew where Peter went.
“Well it’s too bad, we didn’t even get to see his ‘friend’ Spider-Man.” Flash spoke sarcastically to you, you just turned around to go look for MJ and tell her about what had happened, how you almost kissed your life long crush and how he almost kissed you back.
you would have been working out all day at the gym. your muscles were tired and sore. you just wanted to get home and rest. when you did get home you noticed jin was home early from practice. you said your hellos from across the aprtment and fell down on the couch, completely exhausted. “uhahhh.” you groaned, your muscles finally relaxing. from the kitchen, jin’s ears perked up from the sound you had just made, his cock twitching in his pants. he walked into the living room, looking at your tired structure, “are you sure you’re tired y/n? because i really need you right now.” he practically whined. you cocked your eyebrow at him in response. “i’m sorry, it’s just i love the sound of your moans.” with that, you weren’t tired anymore.
you had a hard and long day at work, your boss making you work two hours more than usual. you came home and practically collapsed on your boyfriend, yoongi. your head was on his lap, your eyes closed and his hand running through your hair. the feeling of his fingers running agaisnt your scalp and brushing each strand of hair just felt so good to you. ‘ahh that feels so good yoongs.” the sound of that made something click in yoongi. he realzied how close your head was to his cock and your warm breath fanning onto his skin. “i think i can make you feel even better jagi.” he said as his hand in your hair dragged down your body into your pants.
you being an idol yourself, you had to practice your dances a lot. so, one day hoseok practically begged to come to your dance practice. for the whole day you and hoseok stayed in the practice room. he watched your body twist and turn around the room. he was already semi hard just from watching you. but when you let out a moan of tiredness, he lost it. he was behind you in the mirror in a second, his hands on your hips and pulling you into him. the feeling of his cock in your ass made you gasp and look at him in the mirror. “its just something about the sounds you make, i love them.”
you and namjoon were heading to a big dinner for the boys’ comeback. you were in a fancy dress and he was in his best suit. you were drving and almost there, you getting extremely nervous because you had never met any of namjoon’s managers before. for reassurance namjoon placed hsi hand on your thigh. from being surprised, you let a little moan, both of your ne cks snapping to look at eachother. “what was that jagi?” namjoon smirked at you, his hand moving closer to your core. “um nothing.” “mh, let me hear your sounds.” he said as he fully placed his fingers onto your most sensitive parts.
jimin was sleeping in the other room, tired from practicing all week for bts’ new comeback. not wanting to wake him up, you decided to entertain yourself with video games. and tbh, you sucked at video games. so every five seconds you would lose, making you completely frustrated. “ughhh.” “ahhhh” “uhhh” from your loudness, jimin woke up in complete awe. something about your groaning just turned him on so much. so, he walked out into the livingroom and wrapped his arms around you from behind the couch. “babyy, your little groans make me so turned on.” his whinned into your ear, making a smirk appear on your face, knowing exacly what he wanted.
it was late at night when taehyung woke up to you squriming beside him and moaning. at first he was thought you were awake and ept asking what you were doing. but then he saw your closed eyes and knew you were dreaming. “ahh tae mhh ahh” you moaned loudly, making taehyungs eyes widen. his cock immediately reacted and twitched in his boxers. your squriming and moaning continued as he dragged is hand down your body to your soaked panties. from the contact you woke up and looked at taehyung. “sorry babe, you were moaning my name and you know i can’t control myself when you do that.”
it started out as just a little game between you two. he would be watching tv, or making some ramen or even showering. and you would just come up behind him and moan into his ear. both of you would laugh at first, thinking it was funny. but the last time you did it, something in him switched. his cock automatically started to get hard, and he needed you. he was sitting on the couch so he pulled you don onto him, making you straddle him. “i think that’s enough of your fake moans, i want to hear your real moans kitten.”
“Where are you?” You asked through the phone, slightly worried but immensely irritated. “It’s our first homecoming, together. You were supposed to be here already!”
“I know, I know,” you heard him sigh through the phone, and you thought you could hear some kind of noise in the background. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. I promise.”
You sighed now, louder than he did, and you were sure the displeasure on your face was obvious to the classmates around you. “Okay,” you said before hanging up the phone and shoving it in your coat.
You made your way to your locker to put your coat away, and you walked slowly to waste time before he got here. You knew what he had to do was crucial, but it was his homecoming too. And, even though it was insignificant in terms of what he was doing, it was your first homecoming as a couple.
You wanted it to be special. But he was late, so late.
When you arrived back to the gym, you smiled when you saw Michelle standing by herself in a corner, looking around the room in mild disgust. “MJ!” You yelled, walking up to her and throwing your arms out for a hug.
“Hi,” she said, wrapping her arms around you. She pulled away quickly, looking at your outfit. “You look nice.”
“Thanks,” you said, still smiling. You looked down at your own outfit before looking at hers. “So do you.”
She nodded in recognition, looking away from you and around the gym. “Where is everyone?”
You sighed, beginning to frown. “I have no idea.” You looked at the school doors, waiting for him to walk through and give you a large smile. But he didn’t, so you looked back at Michelle. The two of you chatted, and at some point, made your way over to the punch table.
“So the author said-”
“I’m here, I’m here!” A panicked voice interrupted Michelle and the two of you turned around.
You smiled brightly, reaching in to hug him immediately. “Hey, Ned!” You exclaimed as he put his arms around you as well. When you pulled back, you adjusted the crooked hat on his head. “I like your hat.”
“Thanks,” he smiled in response, and then looked over at Michelle. He smiled shyly then, more subdued than when he looked at you, and you saw her give him the same look. You smiled slyly as you watched them hug, and when you gave Michelle a wink, she glared at you.
You excused yourself quickly when they parted, and the alarmed look on both of their faces made you laugh as you walked away. You hoped the privacy you gave them would finally lead to something more.
You roamed around the gym, not quite knowing what to do with yourself. You made your way through the gym doors to make your way to your locker, and you felt a strange feeling come over you when you remembered you doing the same thing exactly a year ago.
You smiled, nostalgic, as you thought of the night Peter had told you he was Spiderman. It felt like centuries ago, not just a year. So much had happened since then. It was like nothing in your life was the same.
You arrived at your locker, and you quickly unlocked it and pulled your phone out of your jacket pocket. You sighed when you opened it to see no messages or calls. You shoved it back in and slammed your locker shut in irritation, the sound echoing through the empty hallways of the school.
You leaned your head against it afterwards, the cold, hard texture feeling so vastly different compared to when you had leant your head against Peter’s, so many months ago.
You didn’t know why you were feeling so disappointed. It was just homecoming. It was just a school dance. It didn’t matter.
It didn’t matter.
But he promised, he promised, he said he would be there. He had kept his promise when it was most important; he could keep it again now. He had to.
It was your night to make good memories, good memories with him. And maybe it wasn’t prom, but it was still an important night. You still wanted it to be a night to remember. But maybe it wasn’t meant to be, and maybe—
“(Y/N),” you heard from behind you. It was a soft, breathy noise, and you recognized it immediately. You whipped around, nearly falling over in the process. The smile that graced your face when you saw him was the largest it had ever been, and the smile he gave you in return was just as blinding.
“Peter,” you said in return, just as soft. He was only a few feet away from you, but it felt like too much of a distance, so you rushed forward and wrapped your arms around his neck. His arms closed around your waist, and he held you close to him, with your face nestled in his neck and his head resting against yours. “You’re here,” you whispered into his neck.
“I promised,” he said in return, his arms tightening around you. “I always keep my promises.”
“You do,” you said, smiling, and you pulled back slightly to look at him.
He was clearly out of breath. He was trying to hold his panting back from being obvious, but you knew him better than anyone else. You laughed when you saw that he realized you could notice, and he laughed lightly, too. You let go of him to fix his tie, retying it for him when you noticed it was loosely put together.
“You’re a mess,” you chuckled, patting his chest after you adjusted his tie. He caught your hand with his, interlocking his fingers with yours. You looked up into his eyes to see him staring at you intently. “What?” You asked, confused.
“Thank you for waiting for me,” he said quietly, and lifted your connected hands to press a small kiss to yours. You felt your face grow warm as he did so. He had done it so many times before, and you should’ve been used to it already, but every time he left a lingering kiss on your hand, like something a prince would do to his betrothed, you couldn’t help but feel the blood rush to your cheeks.
It made you feel special, and it made you love him even more.
“Of course,” you said, a smile on your face and a blush on your cheeks. “I may have been a bit impatient, but-”
“No,” Peter cut you off, shaking his head, and you looked at him with a confused expression. “Not just tonight,” he said. “It’s all the time. I always keep you waiting for me, and I never show up when I say I will, but you wait for me anyways. You’re always there for me, and you say you don’t mind but I know you do,” he gave you a pointed look when you opened your mouth to object.
“Anyone would mind,” he continued, reaching his other hand up to hold your cheek. “I understand that. But you never leave,” he looked at you so intently, his gaze burning into you so deeply that you couldn’t help but lean closer to him as his thumb stroked your cheek. “And just- thank you. Thank you for always staying with me,” he was whispering now, and he started leaning closer to you too.
When you were sure he was done speaking, you only whispered a soft “I love you” before reaching up and kissing him. You felt him sigh against your lips, a happy, content sigh, and you began to smile into the kiss. He began to smile as well, but that didn’t stop the two of you. So you stood there, in the empty school hallway, embracing the love of your life.
You were happy, and you knew Peter was, too.
********************************* So I guess that’s it?? It’s been a wild ride, my dudes, and thank you for all the support I have received because of this story. I hope everyone liked this final part. Peace out, and I’ll be back with more writing for you guys.
A/N: Please forgive me but this is extremely long. I wanted it to read out like the show where Hannah is the narrator but the flashbacks/events are from the reader’s perspective - kinda like when Clay was reliving them if that makes sense.
Let me know how you like it!
Y/N, I can count all of the times I ran into you on my fingers but yet you left a lasting impression. You and Jeff were the envy of the school. The cheerleader and the all-star jock. There was nothing cuter than when the two of you were together. Your locker was 4 away from mine and there wasn’t a day I didn’t see him meet you there before each class. I envied you so much. Both of you. You had it all. Love. Popularity. Friendship. You were good at everything you tried to do, and you were still some of the sweetest, kind-hearted people, I’d ever met -
“Dang, you’re looking extra fine today, baby.” Jeff said, coming up behind you to press a kiss on the back of your head before leaning against the locker next to yours.
“Not as fine as Angie’s lips though, right?” You returned hotly, continuing to look through the mess of papers to see if you could find your chemistry study guide.
It took him a moment to process what you’d just said and he immediately straightened up. “What?”
“That’s what you said to Angie in the library right?” You slammed your locker shut, throwing your bag over your shoulder. “If she’s what you want then be my guest.”
Jeff rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around your waist. “You know you’re all I want. You’re all I’ve wanted since 8th grade. I was just congratulating her, that’s all baby. Besides you got best face and best legs. I’m sure you’ve gotten a few compliments today.”
His lips pressed playful kisses along the side your neck, nuzzling his face in your hair to make you laugh. As much as you wanted to stay mad, it was hard when he was just so damn cute.
“Besides - since when do you get jealous?” He asked, with an innocent smile on his face. Then in a moment of recognition, his eyes widened. “Uh-oh. Are you on your period? Is that why you’re so emotional?”
You’d known Jeff since the sixth grade and had been dating since the 8th, by sophomore year of high school, he was practically an expert at reading you and making things better. Lowering your head, you nodded it slowly.
“Awh baby.” He pouted his lips, lowering them to kiss yours. “It’s your lunch period right? Let’s go get you some chocolate from the vending machine. My treat.”
I chuckled, wrapping my arm around his torso to hug him tightly. “Well aren’t you my knight in shining armor.”
“You’re damn right I am.” He laughed, kissing the top of your head.
With his arm thrown over over your shoulder, you walked down the hallway together. Clay and Hannah were talking by the his locker and you both smiled at them.
“Jensen!” Jeff nodded his head at Clay, the smaller man awkwardly smiling and giving a wave.
“Hey Hannah.” You smiled. “I love those boots.”
She looked down at her shoes then up at you with a genuine, touched smile, saying thank you before you and Jeff disappeared around the corner.
“That kid has the biggest crush on her.” Jeff said, looking down at you.
“If only he had the balls to do something about it.”
You had no idea how much something so small had meant to me. You didn’t know about the shitty day I’d had. You didn’t know about how hard I’d had things lately. You didn’t say it to get something out of it. You were genuine and nice and it helped a lot that day.
At the dance you and Jeff showed up fashionably late. Your hair was down straight, not a strand out of place. Your makeup was no less than perfect like it usually was. You wore an all black dress that matched Jeff’s suit. Sleeveless, with a puffed skirt. The whole thing molding to your perfect body. I had watched as you two entered the gym - everyone did - your both grabbed the attention of everyone and it never seemed to phase you as you were in your own little world.
“Ayyyy!” Monty came by, throwing an arm around Jeff and I. “You finally made it!”
Jeff laughed, nodding his head towards me. “Would’ve been here 40 minutes ago if Y/N didn’t take forever getting ready.”
“Hey!” You defended, hitting him playfully. “It takes time to create a masterpiece like this.”
“That you are.” Monty looked your up and down, “and those legs definitely deserved to make the list.”
You rolled your eyes and laughed along with Jeff as you were approached by Zach, Justin, and Bryce. Each gave you both a hug and you watched as Jeff tensed when Bryce hugged you. After he let go, Jeff threw his arm around you as if to stake his claim while they made small talk.
“Alright alright. If you fellas don’t mind, I’ma have a dance with my lady.” Jeff said after a while.
“Ooohh” They teased playfully, blowing mock kisses at you.
You laughed as Jeff took you out to the dance floor, his arms wrapping around your waist as you slow danced to the song playing. With your arms wrapped around his neck, holding him close like you had at every dance since you’d been together. He’d gotten better at dancing, certainly improved from the first time when he wouldn’t stop stepping on your feet. He looked down into your eyes, a soft smile on his face.
“You really are a masterpiece.” He whispered.
You blushed, leaning up to kiss his neck. “All for you baby. Always.”
“Man am I lucky.” He smiled.
Looking over his shoulder, you could see Bryce creeping on some girl and returned your eyes to Jeff. “What was that about earlier? With Bryce?”
His face turned serious again and he looked over his shoulder to where I had been looking. “He’s not a good guy. I don’t know. Guy gives me a bad vibe.”
You nodded, running your fingers through the back of his hair. “He does seem like a douche bag.”
“Yeah, I try not to hang out with him one on one.” He nodded, before changing the subject. “Will you look at this? Clay sitting on one side, Hannah on the other. This would be like the perfect opportunity for him to ask her to dance.”
You laughed, looking at them smiling at each other from across the gym. “Go. Tell him to make a move. I have to use the restroom anyway.”
He smiled, kissing your lips again, before letting go of you to walk up to the bleachers. You smiled to yourself watching him go into big brother mode as he spoke with Clay before you walked out of the gym to use the restroom.
“You and Jeff look so good tonight.” Sheri boosted, applying another coat of lipstick in the mirror. “You know, I wouldn’t be surprised if you guys won prom king and queen for our senior prom. Everyone’s totally jealous of you guys.”
You laughed, brushing a hair behind your ear as you washed your hands. “We are dreamy aren’t we.” You half joked, drying your hands.
“You have no idea. You’ll have the cutest story to tell your kids some day.” She laughed.
“You ready to go back out?” You asked, finally taking notice of her dress. “Damn Sheri, you’re the one looking amazing. I love that dress.”
She laughed, hooking your arm with hers. “Well, I can’t let you have all the glory.”
The two of you walked out of the bathroom and Hannah practically knocked you over as she walked down the hallway, her eyes filled with tears.
“Hannah, hey.” You stopped her, placing a hand on her shoulder to turn her around.
“I’ll meet you inside.” Sheri said, giving us some privacy.
“What’s going on?” You asked her, lifting her chin up to face you. “What happened?”
It’s nothing.” She shook her head, “I just want to go home. It was stupid of me to even think I’d have a good time here.”
“No! Come on - don’t think that way. Come hang out with Jeff and I - Jessica’s in there - we’ll have a great time.”
She looked down then back up at me nodding her head.
“Good.” You smiled, taking your hand in hers.
The two of you walked back inside the gym, each grabbing a cup of punch. You knew Jeff had a game early in the morning so you he wouldn’t be drinking, that gave you a free pass to fill from the spiked bowl. You danced with Hannah before she spotted Jessica getting sloppy with Justin.
“Oh god,” She shook her head, looking over at you. “I’m getting her out of here before she does something she’ll regret.”
You tried to convince her to stay but she didn’t opting to pull Jessica away from Justin. Your eyes met Jeff across the room and your lips lifted into a smile, crossing to jump back into his arms.
“There you are.” He smiled back, kissing you again, “Let’s dance cause this song’s definitely going to play at our wedding.”
You didn’t have to look out for me that night but you did. I should’ve listened to you, Y/N. I should’ve stayed with you and Jeff and Clay, and ignored everyone else but I didn’t.
It was no surprise that by the time Dollar Valentine came around, you and Jeff had been matched together. While I got guys like Bryce and Marcus, you got your soulmate. Some things just always went right for some people.
“Well obviously I did dollar valentine - It’s for my squad.” You rolled your eyes, at Monty’s question.
“So?” He asked, “who’d you get?”
Jeff laughed, putting both of our result sheets on the table.
“No - no fucking way!” He laughed in disbelief. “How in the fuck did you two get each other?”
“What can I say man, it’s literally in the cards.” Jeff laughed, pulling you into him before kissing the top of your head. “What do you say? Movies tonight?”
“30 Ways to Die just came out.” You replied. “I’m so down.”
“30 Ways to Die? Seriously?” Zach cocked a brow. “It’s a valentine’s day date - shouldn’t you see some mushy shit?”
You laughed, shaking your head. “Not when you’ve been together as long as we have. Besides, the romance can happen later” You shot him a wink.
“Awww shit!” Monty laughed finally catching on.
“Let me guess.” Clay said as you approached the counter. “You two are seeing Never Say goodbye for Valentine’s day.”
“No we’re seeing 30 Ways to Die.” He replied.
“You’re a classy date” Hannah joked, counting money at the register.
“I am.” He returned, hanging his head with a chuckle. “This was her idea.”
“Nothing gets me in the mood like a good horror.” I joked, causing her to laugh out loud by my unexpected comment.
“Oh wow. That’s a first.” She laughed, wiping her eyes.
“What’s up with that Dollar Valentine thing?” Jeff asked Clay. “You told me -”
He was cut off by Clay giving him a look. Hannah looked over at us then at him.
“We’re goin’ to see our movie.” Jeff backtracked, grabbing the bowl of popcorn. “I’ll catch you later.”
“Later guys.” I waved back at them, pinching Jeff’s arm.
“How was I supposed to know?” He asked with a shrug.
While you were in the theater watching a horror movie, curled against into your boyfriends chest, I spent the next couple of hours wondering why I wasn’t good enough to be doing the same.
I think back to the night of Jessica’s party and wonder if things would’ve gone differently if I hadn’t been there. I convinced myself that I could start over. That I could be a person that fit in.. And for a little while I did and it was the most fun I’d had in a long time. Of course you and Jeff were there, surrounded by your usual crowd. Yet you both still found the time to push Clay and I towards each other and I never got the chance to thank you.
“Justin, Jess is looking for you in the kitchen.” You yelled before you caught sight of Hannah.
“Hannah, hey!” You smiled crossing the room with a red cup in your hand. “I like the new hair.”
You were always extra touchy when you drank and without even asking, you ran your fingers through her hair to fully appreciate the new length.
She smiled at you returning your overly affectionate hug. “Thank you!” She laughed. “Someone’s been drinking.”
“Hell yeah. It’s my turn. I was DD last week, this week is Jeff’s turn.” You laughed, motioning to your hubby in the corner talking to Zach and Monty.
“Well - that’s responsible.” She returned.
“Hey - Clay’s here, being his usually secluded self. You should go say hi and bring him out of his shell.”
She froze but a blush swept her cheeks. “Oh - no, I wouldn’t want to bother him.”
“Y/N!” Jeff called from across the room. “Zach thinks he can finally take you at beer pong!”
“That so Dempsey?” You yelled, then turned back to Hannah. “That’s my cue but next time I see you, you better be with Clay!”
She laughed, nodding her head while you ran over to Jeff and the guys.
“You think Junior year is going to be the year you beat me? History says you’ll lose!”
“Nah - “ He shook his head. “This is my year. I can feel it.”
As the night went on, you ended up making out with Jeff, grinding along to the music while Zach and the guys continued playing. His hand ran up your thigh grabbing your ass through the fabric of your denim shorts. Biting his lower lip, you swept your tongue across it with a smirk, locking your eyes on him.
“You’re totally spending the night at my house.” He whispered. “Tell your mom you’re spending the night at Sheri’s or something.”
“I’ll call her when we leave.” I smirked, kissing him again.
As much as your mom loved Jeff, she would much quicker approve of you spending the night at your best friends house then at your boyfriends.
“Look -” You motioned your head towards Hannah and Clay walking out to sit by the pool.
Jeff smiled proudly at his friend as they laughed and giggled. “See, I give good advice.”
The two of them looked over at you and Jeff, and the two of you looked away quickly, with you nuzzling your face into his neck with a laugh.
“Uh - oh” You sighed, watching Troy bother them. “Go get him before he ruins it.”
Jeff did as he was told, grabbing Troy and bringing him back towards the ping pong table. You shot Hannah and Clay a wink before Jeff’s lips were back on yours again.
“Seriously. I don’t know what it is, but you’re lookin’ extra good tonight. One more hour tops and I’m getting my hands on you.” He promised with a whisper against your lips.
“Your hands are always on me!” You laughed, brushing your hands up through his hair.
“You’re damn right!”
“You’re so bad. This is like the third week in a row. It’s only a matter of time before your mom starts to think you’re a closet lesbian.” Sheri laughed, looking up at you as you sat up on the kitchen counter.
Courtney said trying to join in with your laughter. “Who would want that right?”
Both of you stopped laughing, your faces turning serious. Neither of you were a fan of Courtney. She was one of the most two faced people you met.
“Fuck off Courtney.” You replied, no humor in your tone.
Her jaw dropped at your straight-forwardness but she turned around walked away, almost bumping into Hannah who was walking into the kitchen.
She looked distraught so you waved her over. “Hey? What happened? You and Clay were hitting it off.”
“I screwed it up.” She sighed. “Just like I screw everything up.”
“Look, you two have been playing this game for too long. Give it a couple of minutes and go talk to him. You gotta go after what you want honey. Make things happen for yourself.”
“Sheri - You’re blocking me in.” Jeff called from the doorway. His eyes landed on your and his lips curled into a bright smile. “There you are.”
“Here I am.” You threw your arms up, pulling him in for a hug. “Where are you going?”
“Let me just grab my stuff, I’m taking off anyway. Hannah if you want to head out I can give you a ride.” Sheri offered, heading out of the room with her.
“Thank you ma’am.” Jeff yelled after them. “Going on a beer run for the guys.” He answered, holding you against him with his hands on your waist.
“You want me to come with?” You asked, pressing kisses along his neck.
“Nah, I’m going to try and take Jensen with me to see what went wrong. But as soon as I come back, we’re going home.” He smirked, leaning down to kiss your lips. “Then they’ll be nothing to stop me from doing what I want to you.”
“You promise?” You purred against his lips.
“Oh I definitely promise.”
I wondered what would’ve happened if I’d listened to you that night. If I stayed with you a little longer. As I looked back at these events, I realized my mistakes in them, and this is one I could’ve never forgiven myself for.
So we come to the reason you’re listening to this tape.
That night, I had caused Sherri to get distracted and knock over the stop sign. She panicked and took off. I ran to the nearest store to call 911 and report it but I was too late by then.
The police said he was drunk driving. Nobody would listen when you told them he’d been sober but he had been and I hope this gives you the tiniest bit of comfort in knowing you weren’t wrong.
I wasn’t there to see your face when you got the news. I’ll never forget the broken-hearted gaze in your eyes at the wake.
You were dressed in all black, again matching Jeff like you always did.Your hair pulled back in a low pony tail. Your makeup done perfectly as always aside from some mascara that had run down from the never-ending flow of tears.
You didn’t speak to anyone that night. You took a cushion from one of the chairs and sat next to the coffin the whole time. The guys tried to offer their condolences. Family tried to comfort you. None of it helped.
I watched as Sherri sat down with you for most of the time. She would whisper comforting words and stroke your back to soothe you when the tears began to constrict your breathing. I could see the guilt inside of her yet she never admitted what she’d done.
The light had gone out inside of you the day Jeff died. The vibrant, cheerful, happy-go-lucky girl was no longer there. Not a smile. Not a glimmer. Not a sound.
You slept at the funeral home that night. Under the special circumstances, the owners allowed it. You stayed on an air mattress inflated next to the casket by the guys and there you had the last night you’d ever spend next to him.
Jeff hadn’t been drinking that night. He was planning to come back to you and the two of you would go on with your perfect lives.
Knowing I ripped that away from you was a guilt I couldn’t bare to live with. I hope you know how truly sorry I am. I hope you can one day find it in your heart to forgive me, though I know I don’t deserve it. Just like I didn’t deserve your friendship or his.
Your fingers brushed over the cassette player. Tears now streaming freely down your face. You’re tired eyes landed on the tattoo of Jeff’s initials on the inside of your wrist and your heartbeat had slowed to a dangerous pace while you relieved the memory.
Your eyes met Sherri’s as she approached your table in the courtyard of the school. She glanced down at the player in your hands and her smile instantly fell to one of fear. She’d listened to the tapes - must have - because she instantly opened her mouth to explain.
You stood, as calmly as you could and your hand struck her across the face. You had no words for her. No explanation for anyone. You grabbed your stuff and walked away.
She was your best friend. She should’ve told you. You should’ve heard it from her. Not one some tape.
You would never get Jeff back. You would never see his smile again. Smell his cologne. Run your fingers through his hair. All because of some fucked up chain of events.
Jeff deserved to live. He wanted to live. He wanted to play baseball and get married and have kids. All of that was ripped away from him.
How was that fair?
Life had gone on for everyone after Jeff had died, but you wished so badly yours would’ve ended. You had thought about doing it yourself numerous times but you knew that wasn’t was he would’ve wanted.
A/N: I know everyone voted for Jeff to live, and I will do a rewrite of this ending with a happy finish, but I had to get this off my chest for now. Don’t hate me. :(
BTS Reaction - Another Member Teasing You Because You Couldn’t Walk Thinking You Had A Rough Night
You grabbed your back in pain as your muscles ached all over. It felt like your body was on fire scolding you all over. You’d really gone hard on your daily workout and now you had to face the after math. Hanging out with your boyfriend and his friends it was difficult to hide the affects of your gym session…
Seokjin - Jin had been watching you struggle ever since you came over his house. He’d wonder what you’d done to make yourself feel that way and wondered whether to ask you about it when Namjoon blurted out, “Had a rough night I see?” Jin would blush bright red even though he knew the both of you hadn’t done anything of the kind last night. He’d ignore Namjoon’s comment and walk up to you to see if everything was okay. When you’d tell him it was because of your workout, he’d immediately be concerned for you. He’d make sure you’d heal as quickly as possible by buying you hot packs and giving you massages whenever you asked.
Yoongi - When he noticed you stiffly making your way over to where he sat on the sofa, he’d raise an eyebrow at you questioningly. He helped you sit down thinking about the possible reasons why you looked the way you did. However, he wasn’t the only one who had noticed your stance as Hoseok, who was sitting the other side of you, nudged you with his elbow, “Now, I know Yoongi likes it rough,” he’d laugh. Yoongi’s eyes would go wide and he’d glance at you, knowing the both you hadn’t done anything more than kissing the night before. Once you reassured him that it was due to your workout, he’d be amused and tease you along with the other members.
Hoseok - Would have been concerned with you from the first minute he’d laid his eyes on you. Being the loving boyfriend he is, he’d follow you around the whole time asking you if you were okay or needed help with anything. However, the other boys, not knowing you’d been working out, would take the opportunity to tease you. Yoongi would shout from where he sat, “I didn’t know you liked it rough, Y/N?” Hoseok would immediately be at your defence and grab the nearest cushion and throw it in Yoongi’s direction, telling him to mind what he says. He’d rub your back and cuddle you all night, in hopes of making you feel better.
Namjoon - Namjoon had been working late in the studio working on his rap lyrics and had told you to go on without him to the get together with his other members. When he finally made it to you guys, the first thing he noticed was the boys teasing you. The laughter would die down once they saw him and Jin would be the first to speak, “Y/N’s having trouble walking, how rough did you go on her Joon?” Namjoon’s face would scrunch up, confusion evident on his face. He’d walk over to you and grab your hand before dragging you out of the room. Before he could say anything you’d cut him off, “Joon, it’s fine. I pushed myself too hard in the gym.” He’d sigh in relief and turn into ‘Protective Boyfriend Namjoon’
Jimin - Jimin would notice instantly that something wasn’t right. He’d watch you walk around tenderly, his mind racing for answers. He was just about to ask if you’d hurt yourself when Taehyung spoke up, “Jimin you really shouldn’t go so hard on her, she can hardly walk!” It would take him a minute to process what Tae had just said, and then his face would turn to stone. He’d walk over to you rashly asking the question that was on his mind, “Who is he?” Before he could go on a rant, you’d place your hands on his shoulders and explain that it was all a big misunderstanding. He’d turn bright red and sheepishly apologise for jumping to conclusions.
Taehyung - You’d be sitting on the sofa with Taehyung and Jungkook watching the both of them play Overwatch. You yawned, getting bored of the game and Tae noticed. He’d pause the game and tease you about it, playfully tickling you. You’d flinch back when he touched your sore spot and Jungkook would notice, smirking at you, “Did Tae go too rough last night?” Taehyung would be confused and stare at you for a while before saying, “But we didn’t have sex last night… Did we?” You turn bright red and reassure him that you’d just worked hard in the gym. He’d ask if he could help in anyway fussing you around for the rest of the day
Jungkook - The both of you’d gone to the gym together that morning and Jungkook being Jungkook decided to become your personal trainer. He pushed you further than you’d gone before causing you to ache all over. When you’d met with the rest of the boys later you could hardly walk and leaned on Jungkook for support. The boys would notice immediately, whispering and giggling among themselves until Jimin finally spoke up, “I don’t think I wanna know what you two were up to last night…” Jungkook would laugh at the boys for thinking the two of you actually did something last night. He’d reassure them that it was just from the gym and gloating that if the both had done it last night, you would be even more crippled than you were now.
Admin Reflection - Hope you enjoy! hopefully we’ll have another request done tomorrow! Nearly have 700 followers already, thank you so much!
Summary: Movie AU. Inspired by Clueless - A high society boy and a do-gooder-type girl find love.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 8,328 (*Cher voice* WHATEVER)
language, fluff, mentions of aggressive behavior, a (non-armed) robbery, drinking, oh, and mean people really freaking suck
A/N: I was going to post this in parts, but the deadline is fast approaching. This is for @sgtbxckybxrnes’s “Tay’s AU Movie Writing Challenge.” Sorry if you’re disappointed, I never follow the movie plots exactly. Clueless was a lot harder to write than I thought!
A/N: Hey guys! I hope you enjoy this little requested one shot! I had a lot of fun writing it. You guys can send in requests/prompts, however I will not be getting to them until probably mid-January because in about a week I’m leaving to go abroad for a while (I’ll make an announcement regarding this soon)! Also sidenote, I love you all and you’re wonderful and beautiful just the way you are!
Prompt: I was wondering if you could do something about a reader who’s a tad overweight and is trying to lose weight so she goes to the gym down the street where she meets Cap and they start to meet up there daily or something and from there they become friends(eventually more)?
Word Count: 2.2k
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Warnings: weight issues / language
Y/N clutched her gym bag tightly in her arm, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone on the busy New York Street. She had finally made the decision to go to the gym and start working out, something she had wrestled with mentally for a while.
She had always been a little on heavier side, just enough to where a few rude people felt the need to make a comments. They usually didn’t bother her, but she had decided she would go to the gym anyway, just to start adopting a healthier lifestyle. She had recently started a new office job where she would be sitting all day, instead of her previous job working at a pet day care where she was up and moving all day. Knowing she wouldn’t be as active now, she reasoned that the gym was a good alternative. She figured she might be able to shed a few unwanted pounds, but that wasn’t what it was all about for her. It had taken a long time for her to love herself but she once she had reached that point no one’s comments offended her.
She had done her research and selected a small gym where she was sure she’d be comfortable and not surrounded by the uber crossfit types. She opened the door and was greeted by a girl working at the front desk and went to the locker room to put her stuff away. She didn’t see too many people there and breathed a small sigh of relief.
Y/N decided to start her workout by going to the treadmill. She put her headphones in and set the pace to a medium and focused herself. She’d made herself a new workout playlist that get her pumped and inspired and luckily it drowned out all the noise around her.
buckle up bitch here’s the tea and a story that u probably didn’t sign up for
in 2016 she wore this outfit and i was shook to my core when those pictures came out i was in love with it like i’d never been with anything else. i too wanted to announce my love for girls on a fuzzy crop top but that shit….happened to be a $600 crop top from alexander wang which is ridiculous but if u know me u know if i want something…i will mcfuckign get it
i spent the next several months waiting for that $600 crop top made from ethically sourced rabbit hair and those damn $500 jeans to hit the clearance rack and finally with my extra 20% off sale coupon for an italian boutique my cheap ass managed to get these out of season items for not even a fraction of their price
the jeans got here and they literally….did not fit….wouldn’t pull over my thighs….but they were the most gorgest things i’ve ever seen so it motivated my ass to buy a gym membership and that was the kickstarter to me losing 30+ pounds i hate myself honestly
AND THEN!!! my extra ass bought m&g in late april so i decided to wear this outfit to meet ariana grande and she was so impressed that i’d gone to the trouble to buy her outfit probably thinking i was some rich kid who had dropped $1000+ on clothes lmfao. but as i was leaving she was like “so you got my whole outfit but not the shoes???” with her arm out pointing at my vans BITCHSHJ i laughed so hard about it i turned around with my mouth wide open and said “yes drag me” jkdnkj like i love u miss grande but i couldn’t possibly manage to get my hands on jimmy choos and on top of that have the balls to wear them in the pit where i almost lost my extensions and hoops cuz some lady was pushing everyone and arguing her right to be at the front.
and so that’s the story of how i got into my favourite hobby which is finding designer clothes on sales racks for bargain prices
11.28.17 The Finals Are Coming, The Finals Are Coming!
I woke up way too early this morning because one of my roommates set the temperature to nearly eighty degrees (so, yeah, I essentially woke up when I started melting!). Since I couldn’t fall back asleep, I decided to start my day and do the most with the extra time. I went to the gym in my building and did an hour cardio session followed by twenty minutes of strength training with my resistance bands. Then I showered and made myself this lovely breakfast. I did laundry while I waited for my tea to cool and then I sat down to work on the first draft of my senior thesis: steampunk final paper! I’m glad that my professor gave us very loose guidelines for the draft because my paper is supposed to talk about three different fan cultures, but I used the six page draft to talk about one (oops). I’m hoping that if each one takes up around five to six pages, that with the introduction and conclusion I’ll hit the 18 page minimum easily.
Today was really productive. It felt good to get out of bed before the sun, to actually eat in the morning, and finish an assignment before the last minute. Maybe I’ll try it again tomorrow, lol.
Words: 1322 (yeah I think I got a little carried away…
Warnings: I guess
there is some sexual tension (but nothing too graphic)
This is a cute, fluffy and really
flirty imagine for Jace Wayland. The reader is a shadowhunter and she/he has been friends with Jace for as long as she/he could remember but their relashionship always felt like more… full of flirting and glacing at each other every chance they got.
A/N: I have been wanting to write one like this for
so long and I’m pretty proud of the outcome so I hope you like it. (btw Y/F/N: your friend’s name)
It’s about the time nearly everyone has left
the main area of the Institute and had gone to the living quarters. I can
finally go train in peace. I put my music on at nearly full blast just enough
not to bother anyone still near my area and I start my stretching – I’ve always
wanted to be a dancer when I was a kid even though Jace always made fun of me because
of it, I even took classes so I guess that’s why the long stretching stuck with
me, t found it relaxing. Well, usually I did, but when you feel someone staring
at your ass while you’re bend over it’s… well… a little uncomfortable “Hey hun,
I know it’s hard because my ass looks great from over there but would you mind
not staring?” I heard a chuckle and instantly knew who it was “Don’t flatter yourself,
I just came to ask you to lower your music.” Jace said with a smirk on his
face. “Oh! Oh right! So you were standing there for a full five minutes cause
you couldn’t decide whether or not the music is good, is that it?” I replied
cockily which made him put his hands up in innocence “Hey, a boy gets
distracted!” “Obviously.” I laughed as I got up and came up to him.
“So what? You
gonna ask me to train with you or not?” he asked as he leaned on the doorframe.
I made the fakest look of shock I could “Oh… My… God… no, no there is no way! The
great Jace Wayland would honour little old me with a training session?! This makes
me so emotional! Thank you your majesty! Thank you!” I said sarcastically as I simulated
a reverence. He chuckled “Well you’re welcome” “But hey you keep bending over
like that you’ll get more than a training session.” he quickly added and I could
just feel the huge smirk on his face. “Shut up.” I nudged him in the arm. “I didn’t
know we’ve already started to fight.” he pouted rubbing his hand on the stop
where I had just hit him. “That’s because I’m not fighting with you” I shot
back returning to the punching bag. “What? You’re afraid that your biggest crush
would kick your ass?” he replied following me. “You wish.” I back away and stick
my tong out at him mockingly. “Oh just you wait till I catch you” he said as he took of his hoodie and started chasing me through the gym. When he finally caught up to me he grabbed me
from behind and tried to pick me up but I kept trying to get out of his grip
which made me lose my balance and fall with him right on top of me. I could
feel my cheeks turning pink as we just stared at each other until we burst out
laughing. “I got you” he said in a quieter voice “not for long” I replied still
trying to escape but he pinned me down. Oh
God is he really leaning in?! No way is he going to kiss me?! Wait… do I want
him to kiss me?! My thoughts were interrupted by a loud cough. We both
looked up at the same time and saw Maryse’s annoyed face staring down at us as
we quickly got up. “May I remind you that this is a training hall not a speed
dating area” she commented while we were looking down at the floor trying to
hold our laughter. “Is there something you needed?” Jace managed to blurt out. “As
a matter of fact, Jace I need to talk to you, it’s important.” “Sure I’ll be
right there” then he turned to me “Rain check on… that whole thing…?” he
motioned to the place where we were lying a few minutes ago. “Which part?” I asked
biting my lip. “You’ll see” he smirked running to catch up with Maryse letting
me return to actual training.
1 hour later
I had finally finished all my sets and I was
just about to clean up when a voice made me jump. “Oh no! Don’t tell me I missed
staring at your cute but while you train?” “By a few minutes” I laughed letting
my hair down. “Now I’m really disappointed…” he made me smile “Yeah
unfortunately, but since you’re here could you help me clean up? I need to take
a shower.” I through the boxing gloves at him so that he’d put them away. “If
you wanted to get in shower with me you should have just asked.” He grinned “You
wish, you perv… I meant clean up this room while I go get rid of all this sweat…
alone…” I glared. “Oh don’t worry you don’t need to you’re hot when you’re all
sweaty like that” he winked “Oh honey, but I’m always hot, no matter the situation”
I replied with a posh accent which made him laugh as I exited. “Good night!” I yelled
before disappearing behind the corner. I just saw him shake his head and smile.
Few days later
I blasted the doors of the Institute and headed
straight to my room. As soon as he heard me Jace went after me. I didn’t even
notice him since I was so pissed, at myself mostly, until I nearly slammed the
door in his face. “Wow… what did that door ever do to you?” he commented with
his usual smirk that immediately faded when he noticed my face. Something was
not right… “Hey, he said in a softer voice, what’s wrong? Did you get hurt on
the mission?” he asked slightly worried. That’s when I couldn’t hold it in
anymore I felt the tears pushing trough but I tried as hard as I could to hold
them back “It’s all my fault… I should have never agreed to it… she… she just
wasn’t ready…” I mustered weakly. “What are you talking about” he came closer. “Y/F/N…
she got hurt Jace… badly… on a mission where I allowed her to go… I was
responsible for her… I should have known she couldn’t go in the field yet and
now her wounds are on me…” he put his hand on my cheek wiping away the single
tear that had managed to escape my eye. “Hey… hey… look at me… it‘s not your
fault, the head of the Institute shouldn’t have pushed untrained Shadowhunters
in the field like that. You could have done nothing about it.” “But I could have protected her… been there
to defend her… I ‘m just so pissed at myself!” “Hey, it’s gonna be fine. She’s
gonna be fine, don’t worry.” He reassured me, his hands on my shoulders. He slowly
glided them down my arm and his soft touch brought back that weird tingly
feeling. When he finally got to my hand he intertwined his fingers with mine
and I squeezed his hand making sure it was actually real. I looked at our hands
then back up in his beautiful eyes searching for some sort of answer or approval
but what I got was far better. I felt his lips touch mine hesitantly at first
but when he noticed I didn’t back away he made it deep and passionate and just
like that everything around me crumbled I could feel my whole body getting
numb, with every touch I kept craving more. And I could tell that he felt
exactly the same. When I finally pulled away I stood there in awe “Wow” “Wow
indeed” he smirked returning back to his cocky self.
For the rest of the evening we just sat in my room and had the deepest conversations about anything and everything making sure to add in a few make out sessions here and there of course. I still couldn’t believe it, Jace Wayland, the constant pain in my ass Jace Wayland… I mean who would have though…
I never liked the winter cold. I didn’t mind the hot summers, or the pleasant spring conditions. But fuck winter, I hated how I had to call the plumber every week to fix the piping in my house, and how it discouraged me from working out.
I finished paying my house’s mortgage after 5 years. Glad that was over. But over the years, I started noticing that the house was.. incomplete. It was lacking proper insulation, proper garage flooring, and I was thinking of having a new veranda on the backyard to link up with the pool. I had enough equity to fix and upgrade the various facilities. Besides. I deserved it.
After half an hour of driving, and 15 mins trying to find a parking spot, I finally arrived at the University Gym. Most of the students would have been away, doing winter jobs, visiting family, going to some long term excursion, or out holidaying, which definitely made my job easier. However, it meant, that most of my boyswere not present.
I sat on my chair, twiddling my thumbs, watching some hypnosis porn to refuel my imagination, until the new registrations bell rang.
Hi! I’m Brax, the Gym Manager and Head of Fitness for the University, how can I help you?
Hey man, umm, I’d like to register for the gym please.
hmm, maybe my day isn’t as ruined as I originally thought!
Sure thing - I’ll need some your I.D, and your photo taken for your gym pass. Right this way Mr. umm- Jensen.
Just look at the camera, and give me a smile!
Hmm, that doesn’t look right. Just stay still, and focus your eyes on the camera, and just smile..
Chik! Chik-chik! Chiiiiik! Chik!
Just focus at the lens..
Chik! Chik-chik! Chiiik! Chik!
It’s getting hot here isn’t it Dave? Just relax, and take the top off. It doesn’t suit your photo…
You don’t need it, don’t you?
And down you go….
Now just simply flex your arms, as hard as you can boy.. still focusing…
Then drop again, deeper and deeper, than you were before.
Follow me to the locker room…
I was getting hard with all of the ideas surging through my head - I could fuck him under hypnosis without him waking up, but it was too generic. I could have him become horny and surrender when he wakes up and is around me, but it was too… meh.
My Calvin Kleins were already dripping with precum, as I examined his mentally-dormant built physique. I started fingering his tight ass, feeling his asshole respond to my fingers as it intruded, and started hearing subtle, but monotone grunts.
Then I noticed his cards lanyard, it had a construction company I.D card, and I thought about the crappy insulation, and having a veranda built on my backyard. The plan was brewing in my head and snapping together like 2 magnets snapping in place.
Good, now boy, when you wake up, you will remember that you had an urgent client waiting for you to do some construction work, and you will simply proceed as if I was a high priority V.I.P client. You will do the work, with pride. However, your mind will become clay and putty around me. Your memories, personality, everything that makes you, you, will be modifyable by me on-the-fly, whenever I trigger you.
I heard a slightly audible grunt, but it was enough for me. I stopped the flash box from flashing, and started waking him up. 3.. 2.. 1..
Thanks man, oh shit, I just remembered, I have an important client. I’ll come back later in the day.
———————————— Back in my place ————————————-
Oh hey there! You’re umm Jensen from the gym right?
Ah hey again man hahaha. I mean, Mr Brax, so you needed some work done?
Yeah, I need a full home insulation job done, umm, my garage floor needs an epoxy layer, and I’ve requested for a veranda to be built on my backyard.
Sure thing, Mr Brax. I’ll get right on it
He was just pummeling through all of the jobs, as I was sipping through my protein shake. And started to get my magic done.
So, Dave, I need your attention for a bit(Yeah I lied, so what?)
You will no longer remember your older self. It’s all a blur. You are starting to develop feelings for me. You feel smaller and weak around me. You start fantasizing about me. You need me. You want me. You start growing hard around me. You cum uncontrollably around me when working. You can’t control yourself around me. You start getting flushed and cute around me.
I think that’s enough mindfucking for the meat. 3.. 2.. 1.. Waking up!
Oh, umm heyyy Mr Brax, umm.
I don’t know how to say this… (starts sweating and blushing) umm. Brax? Is it ok if I call you Brax? Look, I think, no, no, I don’t think. I definitely need you Brax. I want you. I dont’t know why. But maybe call me crazy, but I’m obsessed with you. We may have not known each other for a long time man, but it’s like I know you forever. Look man. I’ll do all the jobs for free. Just let me take you out on a date. Please. Let me please you.
Sure thing Dave, tonight will do.
Several months later…
Hey! What are you doing with the gun Dave?!
Hey babe, just protecting you from all of the baddies :P - Let me change into your favorites, and cook you some breakfast.
B-Babe! Did we run out of eggs? I’ll need to get some from the local shops, do you want to wait, orrrrr-hmph!!
Just relax Davey boy, let me have some fun with you(while feeling his thick, abs and arms), You want it don’t you boy? You’re craving it now…
Yessss sir…. please….
I pulled down his underwear, and started easing into his ass using my fingers, and listening to his moans…
B-Br-B-Brax…. Fuck… Yes… Fuck me…. Fuck me!!!
I let out my dripping cock, and begun thrusting into his thick, muscular ass.
Yea boy, let me in… Enjoy this! Enjoy your new life!
Yessss sir, fuck yesss….
Every single thrust I made, seemed to have made him more and more speechless, enjoying his eyes rolling up and moaning endlessly, as he hold on to the kitchen island bench that he made for me.
Ahhh fuck! I’m about to cum!
Davey then immediately started assuming a kneeling position as it it was a body reflex, waiting for it to drip more, and spray my glorious sperm load on him and his mouth.
I’m ready sir!
A series of cumshots immediately erupted, spread throughout the floor, his face, his mouth, and the newly installed wood paneling he did.
Good boy! This is why I love you more than anyone else. Go to the bathroom, get changed, and groom yourself. And fix up that hair!
Jonathan and Will are coming over for the football game!
He stared at the mirror after showering and putting his pants on. He simply stared emptily, getting mini-glimpses of his past life, including him with his wife, his old place, and his old friends. No worries though, the programming in his head was so strong, he only thought it was just a series of his imagination. He shrugged it off, as he left the bathroom, took his sleeveless hoodie, and opened the door to let Jonathan and William in for the boys’ football game (regular reprogramming sessions)
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Shout-out to this one Pokémon GO Gym that scared the life out of me.
For those who don’t know the story about this Gym, let me explain:
You see, my town has two community colleges and one university, so we end up getting a lot of sculptures and art donated by art students. As a result, a lot of Pokéstops/gyms are sculptures, murals, and such. It’s still a pretty decent-sized town, though, so people who have been here long enough are quite familiar with a majority of the artworks. Some are even popular meeting-places because they’re so stapled into the town.
Well, one day, while we were picking up my baby brother from preschool, I decided to venture off and do some quick battles from a nearby Gym. We had a lot of stops nearby because there was a whole round-a-bout of sculptures. The gym I went to, however, was kinda on its lonesome. The stops weren’t close to it, which kinda sucked because I was running low on Pokéballs, too. Still, I went to it because it was the closest, and I only had a few minutes to spare before we had to head back home.
When I reached the Gym I saw nothing. Absolutely nothing. Just some sidewalk pavement and grass. I wouldn’t have been too disturbed by it if it wasn’t for the fact that the picture for the Gym was this.
What made it even worse is that when I asked people about it they had no idea what it was. Not even my stepdad, who was born and raised in this town, had any idea what it was supposed to be. I tried looking it up on Google, too, but the only decent result I got was an extremely blurry picture of it in the background of a news clipping. I couldn’t find any traces of it anywhere.
It wasn’t until recently that I finally found clear pictures of what it is. It’s just a sculpture, nothing too exciting. I guess the reason why Google didn’t pull up any good results, at the time, was because the sculpture’s name was wrong on the Gym. As for why it wasn’t there, it was probably because it was moved to a different location (and they just didn’t bother to move it from the map).
Anyway, yeah, definitely one of the strangest Pokémon experiences I have ever come across. Even though it all turned out to be one big misunderstanding, in the end, it was still a fun time!
A/N: Yayyyy, happy Finn Fridays!!! So since I’m new to writing for the WWE fandom, I need some suggestions on who people would like me to write about and what! I’m thinking on giving a go at Seth Rollins next since he’s my cute puppy son who I adore. Also, if you’re into Game of Thrones or Teen Wolf, I also write stories about them as well. You can find them all on my masterlist!
Summary: When Finn asks Y/N who her favorite WWE wrestler is, he’s not too happy with her response, leading to their first fight as a couple.
Was it really something that needed to turn into a fight?
It was just an honest answer.
What was she supposed to do?
Lie? Make him feel good about himself?
She never had to do that for him before. He was the absolute best at everything he did; and there was no one that could tell him otherwise. Why was it that all of a sudden, he needed for her to tell him that?
They were sat on the couch when he first brought it up. Y/N had her head resting in his lap while Finn drew lazy circles into her bare shoulder. Both were quietly watching a UFC fight on the television in Finn’s condo per usual given the fact that Y/N lived farther from the city and gym they would both be at, at the crack of dawn.
Knowing their comfortable and happy routine by now, after this fight was over, the two of them would either turn on a movie or Y/N would head to the bedroom while Finn sat at the dining table and added a bit more to the Lego set he’d been working on. This time around, he was halfway through the Tower Bridge Y/N had gotten him for Valentine’s Day as a reminder of the city Finn had first met her in. When Y/N felt like she had waited long enough, she’d tip toe back out into the kitchen with nothing but one of his shirts and slide her hands from his shoulders down his hard chest. She’d always stand like that for a moment, letting him put a few more pieces on before finally tugging him out of his seat and leading him towards the bedroom. Not once did he ever argue, he knew well enough that she’d always win. Y/N was his weakness and he’d walk through fire just to please her.
A/N: I don’t know how I feel about this. It’s been sitting in my drafts and I devided it in 2 because it got too long. Maybe part 2 if you like it? I feel like it’s trash hdjdb Anyways, enjoy!
You first met him at the gym. You were not working out but actually working there. It was a private gym with only a few assistants let alone woman assistant. Your clients were all about privacy so your manager kept the circle small. It was five in the morning and you were setting up last things in the gym when your eye cought someone coming in.
“Sorry we’re closed for another hour!” you called without looking at the door and kept putting the weights on their places.
“Oh…uh, Jim told us we could stroll in early because we start shooting midday.” A voice unknown to you answered and you stood up from where you were crouching down and put your hands on your hips while turning around to the guy you were about to scold. You hated being told otherwise and you sure didn’t like to be told how this place was running. You blew a streak of hair out of your face when you recognized him and you lifted your brows.
“Ah..you guys. Right. Forgot about that. Jim was rambling about something yesterday. Alright come in.” you said and waved them in. While they walked in you turned back to your work and told yourself not to freak out. You were in the same building as Tom Holland. Yes. But what difference does it make? Celebs and rich people were coming here all the time. No big deal. Play it cool.
You took a deep breath and bent down again to keep working while you were mumbling to yourself.
“Sorry?” you heared someone say half an hour later and looked up immediatly just to see Tom Holland staring at you, seeming confused.
“What?” you said and facepalmed yourself in your mind immediatly.
“Did you say something?” he said and smiled politely while grabbing onto the handles.
“No, no. Was just…talking to myself.” you said and walked away immediatly hiding your red cheeks.
You tried to avoid him and his friend as much as possible after that conversation. So you stayed behind the counter preparing the drinks your gym was offering their clients. You put one bottle after the other on top of the counter and hummed along with the music which was playing out of the boxes all over the gym.
“Talking to yourself again?” you heared someone say and your head shot up to see Tom smiling at you while he took one drink off the counter. He sat down on one of the chairs and opened the lid of the bottle to take a generous swig.
“Singing along, more likely.” you answered and pointed at the speaker at the top corner on the ceiling. You left your finger in the air while wiggling along to the music and preparing the rest of the drinks.
“I’m Tom, by the way.” he introduced himself and you couldn’t surpress a chuckle.
“I know.” you smiled and slid to the left to take a lid for the bottle.
“You know?” he chuckled and you nodded.
“Who doesn’t?” you teased him and kept your head down focusing on your work and keeping your hands busy.
“Well, I can’t exactly say: ‘Hi, you know who I am. What’s your name?’ while approaching people, can I?” he laughed and took another swig of his drink. It made you laugh too and you shook your head.
“No of course not. I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you. Love your work.” you blurted out before you could stop yourself and wanted to vanish into thin air.
“Thanks. Appreciate that. Not so bad yourself.” he said and made you look up with a questioning gaze. He was holding up the bottle and shaking it lightly which made you roll your eyes and smile a little.
“When you make hundreds every day you get the hang of it.” you said shrugging your shoulders and put another five on the counter.
He opened his mouth to say something but got interrupted by his friend.
“Tom! Are you coming, mate?”
“Yeah! There in a sec.” he called back and stood up from his chair and walked towards you.
“Tight schedule. Talk later?” he said apologetically and you raised a brow in surprise but gathered yourself together immediatly.
“Sure. I’m here from 6am to whenever Jim doesn’t need me anymore. Always at your service.” you said and saluted jokingly while cleaning the counter. He left with a chuckle and you finally could take a deep breath.
You guys didn’t talk later. You didn’t even see him leave which upset you a little because you got your hopes up, which was obviously very dumb of you. Even though the voice in the corner of your head kept telling you to not expect anything. Now it was laughing at you.
You were finishing to clean up to exchange shifts with the next assistant when Jim called you.
“I’m coming.” you said while jogging to the reception.
“You got a call.” he murmured and you smiled apologetically.
“Mom I told you not to call at work. Jim gets annoyed. You can call my phone, I showed you how.” you hissed into the phone turning your back on Jim.
“I would, but I couldn’t get your number.” someone else said and your jaw dropped.
“You know who I am.” he laughed and gave you time to gather yourself.
“What’s up?”,you said finally, playing with the cord of the phone. Yes it was an old phone with a cord attached to it and all.
“I felt bad for leaving without a goodbye. I really looked forward to chatting with you but I had to leave early because of the shoot.” he apologized and you furrowed your brows.
“No big deal. I’m always here.” you said and shrugged your shoulders not really thinking about that he wasn’t able to see you.
“Well, I got a ten minute break right now. But you could give me your number so I could call you sometime. I mean, if you want. If that’s okay, you know.” he stuttered and you chuckled at his attempt to get your number.
“As I said…” you said after thinking about it and coming to a conclusion,“You can always find me here. I’m always at your service.” you added and gave Jim a thumbs up who was watching you from afar.
“Oh,” he said and went silent for a second,“Yeah, sure. Of course. I gotta go Y/N. I’ll see you around.”
“Goodbye Tom.” you said before he hung up and you sighed while putting the phone back to its place. He was a celebrity after all and you did not belong in his world in any shape or form. You didn’t want to get your hopes up again. You went through your hair with your hands and walked to the changing room. Time to get home and sleep this out.
Tom came in three times a week. He didn’t say anything about you refusing to give him your number. He didn’t ask why, he simply respected your desicion. You’d be always there when he came in with his friends. You’d chat for a bit about things you saw or what happened in your lifes before splitting up. He was by your side every break he did and while time passed you became really good friends. You weren’t feeling awkward and jumpy around him anymore and could be yourself while he enjoyed your company. He loved that you were not constantly talking about his career as an actor or how it was to be spiderman. He enjoyed the casual questions you asked about his life. You both enjoyed the simplicity of your friendship.
It had been more than two months when he finally gathered his courage together to ask you out. Both of you walked out to the parking lot and were laughing about something when he asked you.
“Hm?” you answered still chuckling and were looking for your keys.
“I wanted to ask you if you’d like to grab a coffee with me some time?” he asked out of the blue and you looked up.
“Really?” you asked and he nodded shoving his hands into his pockets.
“I really would want to see you out of this building.” he shrugged and pointed with his head towards the gym.
“Sure.” you said also shrugging your shoulders as if it was nothing. Your heart was beating in your ears, but he didn’t need to know that.
You left your apartment two days later to meet up with him. You didn’t dress up or anything. He only had seen you in your working clothes and a ponytail, so you put on simple light blue jeans and a white blouse. You let your hair fall onto your shoulders to look at least a little bit different.
When you walked in to the café he told you about a bell rang above the door. You looked around and your eyes searched for the brown locks and brown eyes in the café but he was nowhere to be found. You shrugged your shoulders a little and decided to give your order while you were waiting.
You took your coffee and walked through the café looking for a nice place to sit when suddenly someone grabbed your wrist.
“Hey!” you hissed and pulled your arm back and looked who it was.
“Hi.” Tom smiled under his blue cap and glasses.
“Jesus. Is that really necessary?” you chuckled and sat down in front of him while putting your cup on the table.
“The cap: yes. The sunglasses: no.” he answered and took his sunglasses off and revealed his beautiful dark brown eyes and smiled at you. As soon as he put his sunglasses down you looked around to see if someone was going to come screaming at him but it stayed silent.
“Fans are usually more subtle than that.” he chuckled as if he could read your mind and you blushed immediatly.
You talked about various things for hours. He made you laugh which you appreciated. Life was sometimes really cruel and it was a blessing to have someone who made your day a little brighter everyday.
“You know I was really nervous when I first met you?” you said finally and leaned back in your chair and crossed your arms in front of your chest slightly grinning.
“I played it ‘cool’.” you mocked yourself and put quotation marks into the air.
“I thought you didn’t like me.“he laughed and mimicked your body language.
“Actually I was a little intimidated by you.” he confessed and you gasped.
“Why?!” you said leaving your mouth slightly ajar while hiding a smile.
“You yelled at me. First step into the gym and I hear some angry woman yelling that I am not allowed in.” he explained himself and held his hands up in defense.
“It was 5am in the morning. I may have been a little grumpy.” you gave in and closed your mouth into a smirk. You put your arms down on to the table and leaned in.
“You wanna know a secret?” you whispered and made him lean in too.
“Sure.” he played along and you surpressed a grin.
“I told you that I love all your work when we first met, but I actually didn’t even know your name before Spiderman came out.” you said and bit your lip to prevent yourself from laughing because he made such a funny face.
He rolled his eyes and groaned while leaning back into his chair again.
“I thought you were going to tell me something fun. You’re lame.” he said and threw his scrunched up napkin at you which landed in your lap. You picked it up laughing and put it on the table. Suddenly he let his hand glide in to yours fingers crossing. You looked up with a raised brow and saw his stupid smiling face which made you blush.
“You make me really happy, Y/N.” he said out of the blue and you intended to pull your hand back but he tightened his grip as if he read your mind. Again.
“And I wish you would believe me.” he added and let go of your hand. He raised the same hand to call for a waiter and asked for the check.
“I already paid for mine?” you said apologetically and he raised his brows.
“Well, I guess your paying mine too then?” he joked to lighten the atmosphere he just had created and you chuckled nervously.
You did pay the check even though he assured you he was joking. It was no big deal.
“You still can pay for another round.” you said quickly while shouldering yourself into the jacket and his head shot up.
“I’ll text you if you give me your number.” you said casually and bit on your lip nervously.
“Yeah, sure, totally.” he chattered and took out his phone to give you his number. You were about to say something after he gave you the piece of napkin he wrote his number on when his phone rang.
“Sorry…I gotta take this. Hello?” he apologized and picked up.
“No, I’m out. Okay. Yeah, I’ll be there in ten.”
You fumbled with the zipper of your jacket when he hung up and jumped out of his chair.
“I really have to rush out. Something with my manager and the movie. You’ll give me a call?” he asked and took his jacket.
“Sure.” you said totally baffled and suddenly he leaned in, laid his hand on your arm and gave you a gentle kiss on your cheek.
“I’m really sorry.” he said before pulling away and walking out of the café.
You’re hand wandered to your cheek and you stood there for several minutes with your mouth slightly open.
Did he really just-…?
You took your phone out of your bag and typed in his number.
“I’ll see you saturday evening on the rooftop of the building in front of the gym. I’m gonna show you the most amazing sunset you’ll ever see. Bring coffee. X”, you wrote and sent it before you could delete the x at the and of the message.
You were really excited about saturday. You weren’t working on saturday so wasn’t he but you couldn’t just sit around at home so you went to the gym anyways. Since you texted him, the messages kept going back and forth. The voice inside your head was sitting in a corner with crossed legs and was judging you while shaking it’s head.
You started your workout routine and finished it around 3pm. You still had two hours so you could rush home to take a shower and get ready. You also had prepared a basket with sandwiches and soda, plus a blanket to lie on.
You put your headphones on and shouldered your duffle bag and closed the lights of the gym. You were humming to yourself when you pushed the door open and suddenly you were standing in a rain of flashs and question.
Are you dating Tom Holland?
Is he your client?
Are you with your client?
Since when are you two together?
Could you look over here?
Is he in there too?
Can we get-…
As your numbness faded a little you stepped back and shut the door immediatly. You leaned against the door and slid down on to the floor. What did just happen? How did they know? How did they-…
You jumped up and rushed to the computer at the reception and typed his name in. Millions of photos popped up but you could only see the ones trending.
It was him holding your hand. It was him giving you a kiss on your cheek. It was you laughing at something he said. It was both of you looking at each other. You clicked on several posts and you were shocked about the comments.
What a fake bitch!
Who is she even?
Tom deserves better, he can do better!
She can go kill herself.
She is not even pretty.
You shut the laptop down and a sob escaped your throat and you pressed your hand against your mouth while teares built in your eyes. You stepped slowly back until your back hit the wall and you started crying.
You were trying to avoid this. All along.
Shout out to all the girls starting weight lifting
I just want to start by saying I’m proud of you. Just remember, you CAN lift some heavy ass weight, you deserve just as much of a place in the weight room as the other guys. You’re taking a huge step, and don’t let anyone tell you lifting weights will make you look “manish” or won’t help with your goals at all. Know something? You might not lose weight if you start lifting weights. Know what you will lose? Fat. Know what else you will gain? A firm, slender, figure. Just remember, the stronger you get, the better you will look. You may be the only girl in the gym and that’s OKAY. I know you might think everyone is judging you but I promise everyone else just wants to focus on their own workout. Keep at it, and soon others will look up to you in the gym.
I’m talking from experience-I’ve been lifting weights on and off for about 4 years now. I was about 16 when I started lifting, yet still looked like my chubby middle school self. My mom bought herself a book about weightlifting for women, and I started following the plan outlined in her book. I was SO self conscious when I started, I’d only lift light dumbbells in my living room while I watched Netflix. But I kept at it and soon I got stronger and stronger and I could see my body change more and more. I kept at it for about two years until I got to college. I missed weight lifting but I was too scared to go lift in the weight room, I thought everyone would think I didn’t know what I was doing. I lost all the progress I had made in two years and even put on some extra weight. Finally towards the end of my first semester I started going to the school gym again and frankly it was terrifying. I was the only girl there and I felt like I was going everything wrong. But I kept at it, I got stronger and more fit and I made some great friends along the way. I’m a junior in college now and I’m in the best shape of my life, I’m friends with the “big scary” muscular guys I would have never talked to as a freshman. I would have never gotten to this point had I not faced my fears about the gym and lifting weights.
PLEASE don’t let anyone tell you you’re going to look Manish or bulky if you lift weights. Don’t let anyone tell you lifting heavy weights are for guys only. Don’t let anyone harass you for being the only girl in the weight room. Women need to make weightlifting the new norm. If anyone here EVER has questions or concerns about lifting please let me help you. My ask is open and nothing makes me feel better than helping a newcomer in the weight room. I know you might get a lot of shit for starting in January but just keep at it, I believe in you.
submitting my fave tom pic of all time for the drabble thing! ily thx u for writing ❤️
i loved writing this!! thank you so much for submitting this picture of tom and i hoped you enjoyed your small drabble!!
beads of sweat were dripping down my head as i finished my last set of box jumps. my thighs were burning but i loved the feeling, especially working out with tom. i loved the competition.
“yes babe!” he cheered on as i continued jumping up and down, on and off the box. tom cheering just made the feeling even better. knowing that the person you love will support you no matter what.
tom and i always had each others backs, when he’s on the red carpet i support him but when I’m in the gym he supports me. this is my red carpet and even since he was casted as spiderman he and harrison have been doing my daily trips to the gym.
when i finally finished the box jumps a large smile formed on my face as everyone began clapping. i was a very knowing face around my gym and i had just completed my goal. tom and harrison have me high fives as i took a long sip form my cold water bottle.
infant of my i could see harrison walking towards the bench press but tom was no where in sight which was odd since those two are conjoined at waist. it was then that i felt a presence behind me and the familiar touch of tom was pressed against my back.
“that was hot” was all tom whispered in my ear before pressing a soft kiss to my neck and walking around me to join harrison. my breath was caught in my throat, tom rarely did that especially in public. i could already tell that tom had a cocky smirk on his face as he walked infant of me.
“y/n are you coming?” harrison asked from the other side of the gym while he was seated on the bench press. i could tell that toms walk slowed down and he turned his head around and looked at me with a dark hungry look.
“yeah babe the day has only begun” his smirk widened at my reaction and i quickly started walking.
two can play at this game.
it was undeniable that tom look very hot with his messy gym hair and his sleeveless shirt showing off his large sweetly muscles. i decided that it was met turn to have fun. i knew i had an effect on him and i would do what he’s doing to me right now. I’m gonna use it to my advantage.
i walked infront of tom swaying my hips back and forth as we both made our way to harrison. i could hear him let out a slight groan behind me almost as if he knows what he started.