Phichit: Wedding vlog!! Come see my best friend marry his childhood crush in the extravaganza of the century! And with me today is my main man Chris!
Chris, sipping martinis at 11am: I’m so proud of Victor for finding a man ready to accept his receding hairline.
Phichit: Let not male pattern baldness stand in the way of true love! Let’s go!
Priest: Look, you’re going to have to shorten your vows. I’ve got another wedding at 3.
Victor, holding a five inch thick wad of notes, outraged: This is the abridged version.
Yakov: Ladies and Gentleman, I give you the grooms!
*Victor and Yuuri walk out of the church arm in arm, beaming.*
Yurio: *aims his flower petals directly at JJ’s face*
Phichit: Hey handsome, I caught the bouquet! Want to be in my video?
Seung-gil, off camera: Did you specifically ask to sit next to me?
Phichit, whispers: It was fate.
Chris, to Seung-gil: I saw him texting Yuuri.
Phichit, sliding in close to Seung-gil: Fate…
Yuuri: Oh my god who installed a pole at my reception??!
Chris, toasting Victor: You’re welcome.
*Victor, tearing up* *
Chris winks at the camera like he’s on The Office*
Yuuri: I thought that was a bachelor’s night special!
Phichit, handing him champagne: It’s too early to say.
Phichit and Chris: As joint best men for our speech, before we got on to embarrassing university stories, we thought we’d talk about the qualities that make Victor and Yuuri such a great couple.
*brings up a powerpoint*
Phichit: The male form.
Chris: Now as we can see from this shot, Yuuri is blessed with ample…
Yuuri: I don’t know what else I expected tbh. Victor, more champagne please.
Victor, lovestruck, bewitched, missing Yuuri’s glass and pouring it on his lap: Yes darling!
Yuuri: Have you seen Victor? After we cut the cake he was crying and said he had to go thank Jesus or something??
Yurio, coming into the room: … you guys are not going to believe this.
*cut to outside shot of Victor clinging to the church spire, pants off, waving his cake at the sky*
Victor, screaming: I’M GAY! THANK YOU JESUS!!!
Yurio, yelling: YOU’RE DRUNK.
Victor: Good point. I’m gay AND drunk, THANK YOU JESUS!!!!!!
Yuuri, tears in his eyes: I love him so much.
Phichit: Ok I may have had a little too much and flirted with that fireman.
Chris: You asked him to douse you with his special hose. It was incredible.
Phichit: At least they rescued Victor.
Phichit, crying softly: Don’t forget me on your honeymoon!
Yuuri: Don’t worry, I’ll think of you every time I ask Victor to douse me with his special-
Victor: I’m not sure how to feel about that.
Chris: Well he did just promise you a blow jo-
Victor, blushing, visibly excited, grabbing Yuuri and slamming the car door: WE’RE GOING NOW BYE.
Phichit: So, how was the wedding for you?
Milla: The open bar was great except… Yurio got in.
*Yurio runs past on all fours, growling and spitting*
Seung-gil: … how did this ring get on my finger?
Phichit: Don’t you worry your gorgeous head about it, you lily soft love muffin.
Michele: I think Victor went on his honeymoon pants-less…
Chris: We should’ve asked the firemen to help clean…
*pan out onto an empty room, tables messy with plates and glasses, streamers everywhere, Yurio is asleep on the ground, there is a small fire in one corner and Victor’s pants flutter from the chandelier*
Request: Can u write about Peter and reader being friends and she moves away around middle school and come back junior year and she glowed up alOT and Peter is too scared to talk to her thinking she changed but she’s still in love w him.
Warnings: angst? fluff
A/N: It feels good to be back writings!! This is my first peter imagine. Hope you guys enjoy it xx
For as long as anyone could remember, Y/N, Peter and Ned have been the three musketeers. The best of friends who always caused mischief everywhere they go. Their friendship dates all the way back to first grade when six year old Y/N dissed Ned’s and Peter’s favorite movie, Star Wars, claiming that it was stupid and that Star Trek was way cooler than Star Wars. This caused an argument between the three. Ned and Peter telling Y/N why Star Wars is superior to Star Trek. Which led them to Peter’s apartment where they watched both Star Wars and Star Trek. The rest was history.
Homecoming spoilers. Pin for later when you’ve watched the film. :) I repeat, spoilers. SPOILERS.
Being his best friend, aside from Ned, of course.
Living just across the hall. It was actually how you two met back in the day when he used to visit Aunt May and Uncle Ben.
Struggling and mourning the loss of Uncle Ben, because let’s face it, you adored those two with all your heart. (They used to babysit you whenever your parents needed a last minute babysitter)
Rubbing the fact that Aunt May loves you more (even though she loves you two the same) in Peter’s face.
Enduring all of Aunt May’s larb jokes whenever you join them for Thai.
“I larb you, Peter. And I larb you too, [Y/N]
“Okay, Aunt May…..enough.”
“What? You don’t larb me? Am I too lame to be larbed? Too cool to larb your awesome aunt? Not enough larb to go around to your good ole aunt? Saved all your larb for you one true larb, [Y/N]? Huh? Hm?”
“Uh….we larb you too?”
“Thank you, [Y/N]. At least someone larbs me.”
Being completely supportive of Peter getting an internship with Tony Stark.
Offering to help him with his internship.
Getting slightly offended that he doesn’t want help.
“Am I not smart enough to help you?”
“What? God, no. It’s not that…..it’s um….I just have to do this on my own, that’s all. You know, no help. Strictly myself….”
Competing against him with academic scores.
Being extremely competitive with each other when it came to exams.
Going back and forth on having the highest grade.
Talking about going to the most prestige college and then changing your minds because you two could never leave Aunt May.
Putting up with Ned being needy.
“Ned….this is a date….between two people.”
“Oh cool, I love pizza. I’ll just sit down right here and take a slice.”
“Yeah, so anyway, you two should come over and help me build my lego deathstar. It’s legit.”
Bickering with Ned, constantly. (But, loving him just as much as Peter)
Getting along great with Michelle.
Roasting Peter and Ned into oblivion with her.
Like full on roasts. It’s fantastic how long you and Michelle can go.
I mean, it’s almost not fair how hard you go.
But, in the end, Peter loves you and is sort of relieved that you get along with the people in his life.
Cuddles for days.
Like the kind of cuddles that make you all warm and fuzzy inside.
You know, the ones where you just sigh happily in his arms and think that Disney World ain’t got shit on being the happiest place on earth.
Netflixin’ and chillin’, (if you know what I mean, wink-wink) Forgive me, I forget that’s he’s fifteen. No sir, keep that in your pants now, you little rascal. And you? Don’t be puttin’ out, miss. .
Geeking out over Star-Wars, Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, etc.
Going to Comic-Cons and dressing up.
Building and experimenting to the point where Aunt May and your parents scold you two for almost blowing up the complex.
Although, it’s not like you actually could blow up a building to that magnitude.
And after the fire department threatened to arrest you two, you put an end to experimenting.
Peter making you a playlist on your ipod.
Listening to it all the time because you just love the songs he chose.
No seriously, this playlist makes your heart stop with every song.
Peter always getting you your favorite muffin for breakfast before school.
He’ll even leave it at your front door in a cute little handwritten paper bag if he’s sick for the day.
Always being told he loves you.
Because, you’re the best thing that ever happened to him.
You being embarrassed when he tells random strangers that he loves you.
Like, you’ll be walking down the street and he’ll look at the old lady walking her yorkie, “Excuse me, m’am. But, I just want you to know how much I love this girl right here.”
Then flagging down a taxi to tell the driver too. “Hey, yeah no, I don’t need a ride. Just wanna tell you that I love my girlfriend.”
Peter even telling Happy who always responds with, “Can’t wait for the day she leaves you.”
Him keeping his double-agent life a secret.
Because he doesn’t want you to get hurt.
Constantly wondering why Peter’s free time is slowly diminishing. Because you can’t quite believe the internship was that demanding.
Worrying that Peter was going to break up with you.
Peter finding out about your worries through Michelle. (Who threatened to skin him alive should he ever hurt you.)
Taking a night off from his “internship” to take you out.
“Peter….we’ve been on the train forever.”
“Have a little bit of patience, [Y/N].”
“Where are we going? Does Aunt May know you’re out right now? How much longer? Is this going to be forever? Are we running away from our problems? Running from being millennials and trying to fit in with society? I didn’t pack anything. How are we going to survive the outside world?”
Peter intentionally ignoring your million questions by putting his headphone in one ear and other in yours.
Playing your favorite song to keep you quiet.
Realizing he’s taking you to Central Park.
Almost on the verge of tears when you find out that he organized a candlelit picnic under the stars.
Seeing Ned in the distance as he walks away and knowing that he had a hand in it.
Smiling and feeling secure that Peter is here to stay.
Getting a weird feeling that he’s still hiding something.
Unsure of how to go about asking him what he’s hiding because you don’t want to cross a line.
Michelle not caring and confronting him before coming back to you and confirming that he is hiding something because of the way he acted.
Feeling uneasy but forcing yourself to believe that Peter would tell you everything and anything because you two were on the same level and understanding about your relationship.
Using the Washington D.C. trip to curve your mind from it.
It failing when Peter decides to re-join the decathlon team.
Forcing yourself to ignore the gut feeling that Peter is hiding something when you asked him why he decided to re-join.
Peter being completely oblivious to your uneasiness.
Pushing it to the back of your brain when Liz scolds you for not having your head in the game.
But it coming back when Peter doesn’t show up for the decathlon.
Corning Ned and demanding where Peter is and why he isn’t answer his phone.
Getting irritated when Ned stumbles over his words.
Becoming so upset that you tell Ned to tell Peter that he better have an explanation or else they would be over.
Visiting the monument with everyone with the exception of Peter (obviously) and Michelle who passed on the tour.
Ignoring Ned when he tries to talk to you.
Liz concerned that you were upset and asks if you want to talk about it.
About to confide in her when the elevator of the Monument starts to malfunction.
Peter freaking the hell out when Michelle screams, “My friends are up there!”
Panicking and pleading Karen to help him find a way to save you and everyone else.
Trying to stay calm even though your heart is about to flip out of your chest.
Getting mad all over again because you were going to die pissed off at your boyfriend.
Spider Man saving you just in the nick of time.
Being so traumatized over the ordeal and Peter not being there, you lash out on him when he finally decides to make an appearance.
Michelle shaking her head, “You messed up, dude.”
“[Y/N], wait! Please, I can explain.”
“Explain? Explain?! I’m going to need a whole encyclopedia of an explanation, Peter. Can you give me that?
Ned trying to diffuse the situation.
Getting even more pissed off and breaking up with Peter.
Michelle whistling (because she didn’t see it coming), “Man, that’s rough. You gonna be okay? Actually? I don’t care. Bye.” Running after you to make sure you were going to be okay.
Ignoring all of Peter’s texts and phone calls.
Having your parents stop Peter from coming into the apartment even though they felt you were being silly. (They adored Peter)
Sitting in your room with a pint of your favorite ice cream while watching stupid rom-com films.
Crying when the guy gets the girl.
But telling yourself, you’re better than that and that you don’t need Peter.
Crying again because you need Peter.
Hearing a knock on your bedroom door and getting mad because you just know your parents let him in.
Yanking open the door to find a worried Aunt May.
“May? What’s wrong?”
Her coming into your room, “I know you and Peter are fighting right now but have you heard from him?”
“No, I haven’t. I actually haven’t received any texts or calls from him today….”
“Where is he? He’s been gone all day. I’m freaking out, [Y/N]. I’ve called every precinct and coroners office.”
Being speechless because it is very unlike Peter to not check with Aunt May.
Her on the verge of tears, “I can’t loose him too.”
Grabbing your jacket and your phone, hugging Aunt May tight and telling her you’re going to find him.
Spending hours before finding him sulking in hello kitty pajama pants and an awful touristy tshirt.
Awkward tension as you text Aunt May and telling her you found him and that he was on his way up.
Knowing that there was something wrong but not wanting to engage because you were still mad at him
Eventually breaking because you still love him.
“I lost the internship with Tony Stark……”
“I’m so sorry, Peter. I know how much that meant to you.”
Letting him go.
Regretting not hugging him or comforting him.
Going back to your apartment to sulk and eat another pint of ice cream.
Turning on the television to torture yourself with more rom-com’s.
Witnessing Spider Man and Iron-Man save a bunch of people on a ferry.
Dropping your spoon and ice cream as it hits you.
Running into your room to grab your journal. (you wrote daily)
Comparing the dates and times of when Spider Man was spotted and whenever Peter claimed he had the “internship”.
Finding a consistent pattern.
It dawning on you that Peter Parker is Spider Man.
“That little shit!”
Running out of your apartment and across the hall.
Banging on the door.
Aunt May answering with a concerned look.
Ignoring her and pushing past her to go straight into Peter’s room.
Busting in and then closing the door behind you.
Marching straight up to his startled, adorable, puffy eyed self.
Punching him in the arm and then covering his mouth when he lets out a yelp.
“You’re Spiderman?! Spiderman? Seriously? That’s what the internship with Tony Stark was about? What the hell, dude.”
Peter being completely in shock that you found out.
Standing there in complete silence for almost half and hour.
Him finally explaining how it happened.
Understanding why he didn’t want to tell you but still a little salty about it.
“So…..are we okay now?”
“Fine. We’re okay but don’t you ever keep secrets from me ever again.”
Everything going back to normal.
Him showing you all his nifty tricks.
Feeling bad that he got his suit taken away.
Trying to make him feel better by telling him he doesn’t need the suit.
Ned being ecstatic that you know.
Because now he can finally talk about it with someone other than Peter.
Ned not shutting up about it.
Peter showing you a different view of the city.
Planning romantic dinners on roof tops.
Or well, kind of romantic.
It’s mainly subs and sodas.
But it’s the thought that counts, alright.
Making you promise that you will run away whenever something bad happens.
Vowing that he will never let anyone hurt you for as long as he lives because aside from Aunt May, you are the most important person in his life and he does what he does to protect you.
Fuck. I didn’t think I’d get this many people requesting to be tagged. This literally took me forever…..
I'm gonna give the gays everything they want and deserve and it's gonna be great
firstly, black lesbian companion with an awesome afro, whole first episode about her crush on this girl transcending time and space BUT I PROMISE IT ONLY COMES UP WHEN ITS RELEVANT
her being gay looks like it comes up in 6 out of the first 7 episodes
RELEVANT also Twelve had a gay romance with an emperor made of algae
... ok but what about the plot
Mondasian Cybermen! and the Master! and a racist gets punched in the face by the Doctor!
ok that's... sounding good?
got to keep catering to the gays, though, so I'm thinking we give Missy a PIANO, everyone looks good next to a piano, and we know that gay ladies love Michelle, so when we release the stills of Michelle with the piano, everyone will just lose their shit over how beautiful she is
but the plot, Steven -
trust me she's in a vault with the piano, it's a whole thing, it'll be fine, don't worry, I got this
Summary: Y/N is Peter’s best friend and she’s in love with him (CLICHE I KNOW), however he’s in love with someone else.
Word Count: 2000 exactly!
A/N: This is kinda sucky not gonna lie, but we’ll see. I’m trying to improve on setting scenes and stuff. I think I’m decent at writing emotions, but not on describing them in detail… (also posting from mobile!!) ANYWAY I had fun writing the end and I hope you enjoy!!
The bell had just rung for first period was Peter walked up to you. “Hey Pete.”
“Hey Y/N. Did you hear about Liz?” His face lit up whenever he spoke about Liz, but you always ignored it. You were too focused on him in general; You were in love with the boy.
“No, did something happen?” You frowned.
“Nah, she’s just having a party and she invited me, you, Ned and Michelle.”
“You know she doesn’t like to
be called Michelle, it’s MJ now.”
“She’ll always be Michelle whether she likes it or not.” He said with a smirk on his face. You could feel your heart pounding and the butterflies in your stomach whenever you were with him. Everything Peter did could make you melt…
“I don’t think I’m gonna go to the party… It’s just-”
“Not your thing?” MJ interrupted. “Even I’m going, Y/N. You have to!”
She leaned in to you. “Peter told me he’s gonna confess to Liz tonight, you have to!”
You shook your head. “Sorry Pete, I’ll have to think about it. MJ, we should get to French class.”
“Bye Y/N, Bye Michelle.” He emphasized Michelle, and she narrowed her eyes.
As you two got farther away from Peter, you began interrogating her. “How did you find this out… And why is he?”
“He told me after Liz invited us, and I’m not sure why exactly… But like I said before, you should go because it might be your last chance.”
“I hate parties.” You let out a sigh. Peter had been head over heels in love with Liz since seventh grade. It was annoying at first, but now it just hurt you, because you were head over heels in love with him. “However, if tonight’s the night then…”
“Yes! You’re finally gonna do it!” MJ almost yelled.
“Shhh, keep your voice down MJ.” You laughed.
You walked into Liz’s party wearing more make-up than normal, a tight black dress, and heels that really made your legs look nice. You obviously looked good on purpose; tonight was going to be your night. The loud atmosphere was suffocating and hot, which was reason number one why you hated parties. Flash Thompson was yelling “Penis Parker”, and you could see Peter with Ned in the corner. He looked annoyed with Flash, but then he locked eyes with you. Your heart fluttered, and you gave Peter a small wave. He was just starting to walk towards you when MJ appeared almost out of no-where.
“You came. I kinda wish I didn’t come now, though.” She looked around.
You leaned in and whispered, “Nice cock-block, Peter was just walking over to me!”
You leaned over her shoulder to look for Peter. You had to tell him how you felt tonight, otherwise you might lose him to Liz.
“Why don’t we do something for awhile… Like, hide from all of these people?”
“Michelle, we’ll be fine!” You laughed. “But if-” You began, only to be interrupted…
“Damn Y/N, you look really good tonight!” Flash said towards you. He scanned your body and gave you a grin. He always hit on you at school, but right now was a new experience. “Do you think you wanna maybe dance with me tonight?”
You rolled your eyes at him.
“I reject you at school, and I’ll reject you here too, Flash. No, please leave us alone…”
Flash left you alone for the rest of the night, but you got some more attention from some asshole seniors. You thought it was funny how once you showed off your curves, they were suddenly interested in you.
You had lost MJ awhile back, so you were alone in a crowd of people. You were squeezing your way in between bodies when your arm was grabbed. It was Liz. She pulled you towards a group, which consisted of MJ, Ned, a guy from your English class, and Peter. When you joined the group, all eyes turned to you.
“Y/N, I was looking for you!” MJ said impatiently.
“Sorry, I got caught up with Flash again. He won’t leave me alone…”
Peter laughed. “Well if you hadn’t dressed like that-”
“Excuse me? God forbid I wanted to look nice, Peter.”
He didn’t say anything to you after that. The conversation was carried on in the group, and you wish you’d paid attention to Liz and Peter… The way they looked at eachother you should’ve known something was up, but you were oblivious and the night continued on.
The group eventually dispersed, and you had gone to the bathroom to take a break. It’d been a long night, so you decided to leave. You were on your way out when someone outside caught your eye. It was Peter.
Cold licked at your face and crept under your clothes as you pushed open the glass door. You saw Peter looking up at the stars, and you contemplated for a moment if this moment could be anymore perfect. When the door behind you shut, Peter’s head snapped to you, and you could see the corners of his mouth slide upwards. The moonlight spilled onto his chest and shoulders.
You stepped towards Peter, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest. This was going to be your moment, you just felt it. You stood next to him, watching as he stared at the stars.
“The stars really are something, aren’t they?” He said, with his eyes still on the stars.
“Yes, they are. My mom always said stars were like angels, that they watch over you in the darkest of times.”
“That’s weird but cute…” His eyebrows furrowed.
You let out a small laugh. “My mom always was kind of a hippie… Oh, by the way, I didn’t appreciate what you said about my outfit earlier!”
He frowned. “What? It’s true. You can’t come here looking-”
“I can do whatever the hell I want! And I actually wanted to look good for once…” Your voice faltered.
“Okay, fine, I’m sorry. You do look really good if it makes you feel any better.” You could feel your cheeks turn pink, but you were thankful your blush was concealed by the darkness of the night.
“So, what are you doing out here? Isn’t it a little cold?” He spoke as he wrapped the jacket he was wearing a few seconds ago around you.
“As Elsa once said, ‘The cold never bothered me anyway.’” You said, tucking your hair behind your ear. “But I really don’t like parties. It was just too many people… And I was kind of looking for you.”
“Me?” He questioned.
“Yeah, it’s just…” You took in a sharp breath of the icy air. “This is really hard for me to admit, Pete, but I guess… I like you?”
“Y/N…” He began.
“You know, like-like? Okay that sounds really immature I guess the term would be love-” You were rambling before he interrupted you.
“I-I thought MJ or Liz would’ve told you by now…” Peter broke his gaze from you, looking at the ground now. His tone sounded sympathetic, and you felt your heart drop. You bit your lip trying to stop any tears, because now you knew he wasn’t going to tell you he loved you back. “Liz and I, we’ve kinda been a thing… But I guess now we’re official.”
Tears slowly poured out of your eyes as you shut them. “Yeah, of course… Well I’m sorry this is awkward. Now I feel like an idiot.”
You could feel his eyes once again on you. “Y/N, you shouldn’t… You’re an amazing girl and one of my best friends! Any guy would be lucky to have you!”
“Peter, just don’t. Don’t give me that speech. Fuck that.” You exhaled, and wiped your cheeks. You couldn’t look him in the eyes.“Do me a favor and don’t tell anyone about this. It’s extremely embarrassing. Goodbye, Peter.” You turned on your heel and began to walk away when he grabbed your wrist.
“Wait, you don’t have to leave. Liz and I were just gonna start a game of truth or dare!”
“Are you kidding me right now?” You looked
up at him now, aware that your nose was probably red and your cheeks stained. “I just told you I love you and you want me to play games with you and your girlfriend? Don’t you realize how much this hurts me!”
Peter stared back at you, not knowing what to say. “Peter… I don’t think we can really be friends anymore…”
“Come on, don’t say that… It’s been you and me since 6th grade.”
“That’s thing! It’s been you and me since 6th grade, and you’ve still never caught on that I like you, asshole!” You knew it wasn’t his fault he didn’t love you back it was just a fact of life. “I’m sorry… Goodbye, Peter.” You turned on your heel, and started walking away when he grabbed your wrist.
“Y/N, I’m not gonna let you leave” You didn’t turn around, but instead squeezed your eyes shut and jerked your hand away. You peeled his jacket off of your shoulders, allowing it to fall on the ground. You weren’t going to stay here, you weren’t even going to go back into the house. You snuck out the side gate unnoticed, which you were thankful for.
On the dark and lonely walk home, you let the sobs escape and the tears to fall on the ground. You felt like your heart had just been stepped on, and you never would wish this type of heartbreak on your worst enemy.
The worst part of it all was you found away to blame yourself. Maybe if you’d been smarter or prettier like Liz, he would’ve looked at you more than a friend. Maybe if you’d admitted your feelings for him earlier, he would’ve felt the same way. Now it was too late, and felt as if you’d never fall in love again.
Your phone was buzzing and ringing non-stop in your purse, but you just ignored everything. You knew it was gonna be MJ and Peter, maybe even Ned.
You got home an hour later with tear-stained cheeks, numb toes, and an aching heart.
You took out your phone, and the screen was filled up with phone calls and text messages from Ned, MJ, Peter, and even Flash. Flash was just asking you out again, though. You scrolled through some messages.
MJ💖: Hey, Peter told me what happened. Are you okay?
MJ💖: Let me know when you get home. I need to know you’re okay.
Pete😎: Y/N please pick up I need to talk to you
Pete😎: I’m sorry please
You just scrolled past Peter’s messages. You didn’t need him to break your heart anymore.
Ned👽: Y/N I’m really sorry about Peter. I hope we can still be friends!
Ned👽: MJ and I are really worried please text back as soon as you see this.
MJ💖: Y/N please tell me if you’re okay!!
You unlocked your phone and replied to MJ:
I’m not really okay, but I’m home safe.
You went and sat down on your bed, and let the sobs rack your body. You’re parents were out of town for the week, and you were thankful for the solitude. An hour later, you were laying in bed in nothing but a big Star Wars shirt. Your cheeks were as wet as the pavement outside from the rain. You knew you weren’t going to get any sleep tonight.
Your thought were interrupted by a tap on the window. You jumped out of bed in fear, because who’d tap on an apartment window three stories up at this ungodly hour? You quickly turned your light on to see a man in red and blue.
You slowly crept over to the window, and slid it up, allowing the frigid air into your room. You couldn’t believe the person before your eyes…
I really can’t get over how when the gym coach (Hannibal) was showing the kids the video and Captain America points to the left trying to introduce the coach but he’s standing on the right and he waves like he didn’t just stand to the other side of the tv.
dinahjane97: Twenty One. An age which states that you can no longer be referred to as a teen. Twenty One. A time to live, love, & experience every given adventure . Twenty One. You. Lauren Michelle Jauregui (WOOOHOOO!🎉) The year you’ve been impatiently waiting for. “Alive in the age of worry Smile in the age of worry Go wild in the age of worry And sing worry ” When we first met, which was 5yrs ago, i remember you being so anxious to turn 21. With the knowledge and maturity that you carried , its like you were 21 all this time ! Now that it’s here, you told me how you wanted to trace back in time and stay a teen forever. This is just the beginning for you mama. On XFACTOR, during boot camp round, I remember you wearing red lipstick, had perfect shaped eyebrows that complimented your seductive eyes lol, black top and white jeans. You were interacting with everyone and anyone around you. As shy as I was, I was hoping you wouldn’t approach me. Sure enough, here comes Lauren tapping me. “ hey what song will you be singing?” And I replied timidly , “ Hero by Mariah Carey” . Boy did you look through my soul with those eyes and tell me, “ Dont because I’m singing it too.” My name was announced before yours to perform so, in my head i said, “screw her , I won’t be seeing her anyways” and boom, here i am wishing you Happy Birthday haha. That was my first interaction with you & I’ll never forget it haha. Happy birthday my Lolo ! You are the true definition of “ What you see, is what you get ”. I admire how heavily involved & passionate you can be in what you believe in. There is no filter when it comes to defending the people you love and truly care for. Continue on being that fierce & fearless warrior. You know who you are, you know what you have to offer, & you know what you stand for. I’m thankful to Heavenly Father to have someone like you in my corner. Happy birthday mama . Wishing you many more ❤️
Pairing: Tom Holland! Peter Parker x Stark! reader
I NEEEEED A PART 3 TO SIDE TO SIDE. I BEG OF YOUUUU.I NEEED TEN MORE PARTS FROM SIDE TO SIDEEE SOO GOOD IM SCREAMING
Are you going to do a side by side part 3?! I love it so much!!!!!! I’m kinda obsessed!
ugjwmwjdns oh my god into you was so good!!!! I really hope you make a part 3 and all that :-))
Side to side and into you slay!!!! Pls write more parts if you can
Will there be a part 3 to into you/side to side? I know you just put up part 2 but it was just really really good lol
Ooooohhhh I know the plot technically ended but please do a Side to Side Part. 3 (a smut one)! I need this to my life make sense again. Like… Why Peter would have condoms in his wallet? He’s a cinnamon roll. And for God’s sake, Wanda can read minds… That’s not gonna be a secret for much more time. LOOK AT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME. I CAN’T GET OVER YOUR WRITING.
Summary: You and Peter have been going out for a little bit now, and people are starting to learn your secrets. Mostly through some risky behavior and a bit of telepathy.
Warning(s): Smut (duh you freaks((jk love you)) keep requesting it), blowjobs, fingering, semi-public sex in a school bathroom like bro I write such trash for you guys I hope you like it
Author’s Note: Okay so I think this is gonna be the last part because I’m out of Ariana Grande singles to write smut for lmao. Send in more requests and whatever do what you want because I only have a few more to go through and I am working on them. One more thing, I am going to camp next week though so I will not be posting for 2 weeks. Your patience is greatly appreciated, thanks loves! Enjoy this sinfest! think of it as a parting gift from me to you.
Summary: Your body image was suddenly headed down a steep hill. It turns out, all you needed was Michelle and especially Peter to show you how beautiful and wanted you truly are.
Requested: yes (anon)
Words: 2759 (this is so long lol srry) yall this is so fluffy holy guacamole
a/n: I just wanted to say that no one should feel lesser of a person in their body image. If you are plus sized, I am in no way, shape, or form saying that you feel negative in yourself. This was the request, so I stuck to it:) you are all beautiful no matter what you look like, I love you all!!
You had never really shed any light on the fact of your size. You didn’t think it was a problem, it didn’t seem as if it was a problem. You parents never told you it was an issue, neither had anyone else. Of course, you knew you were no size two, ANTM, but you honestly didn’t think you were missing anything.
So what, you actually had hips. And who cared if you didn’t have a thigh gap.
Sure, your face carried some lovable, soft extra skin in your cheeks. Your mom told you she loved it, rubbing your face as your soft, velvety cheeks squished underneath the palms of her rough hands. Maybe your stomach wasn’t tone and flat, but you kind of adored the way it had some extra fluff around it.
You liked the way you looked, and your mind was never wandering with aching and painful thoughts on how you could drop a couple pounds, or what a real bikini body looked like. You were confident in your looks and all abilities to proudly accomplish whatever you wanted to, and no one was going to fluctuate that.
That was until today. You heard your friend, Peter Parker, the love of your life (lol crush) jab on about how admirably wonderful Liz Allen was as you sat in Calculus yesterday. You listened to Peter go on and on and on and on about beautiful Liz was. How she just had the most perfect set of eyes, ones that dazzled in the moonlight, the most beautiful pair of lips, ones that look so kissable and lovely. Oh, and her absolutely amazing, banging, figure.
You watched silently and horrifically as Peter’s lovely brown eyes filled with some type of lust, aka Teen Hormones ™, his mind clouding with the scene of Liz strutting down the hallway like a catwalk, her thin legs prancing happily in front of her, and her thin waist wave from side to side in a sort of angelic bounce, causing most of the boys’ eyes around to stare at her perfect figure.
Your heart acted on a sort of pressure that ran throughout your body, it jumping for a quick second as the thought cruelly seeped into your clouded brain. You honestly didn’t know what to feel for the first few minutes as you processed his words over and over again.
“Oh god, and her figure. Her amazing, banging, figure.”
A race of chills climbed up your spine as the sentence played across the front of your mind. Your thought process for all these years was now completely and utterly obliterated. Never once did the thought of despising your body, curves and all, ever cross your mind. You had always adored the way your figure was quite different than others around you. But son enough, your veins were washing the confident state of mind away, and replacing your pulse with a new type of medicine.
The word felt foreign in your brain, especially when taking your body figure into consideration. You were made this way, and you always assumed that was the nature of your life. But now, your mind was displaying a new type of emotion you had never deceived in your body image before, and your heart knew it too. All the images of you in a new outfit, or you standing in the mirror, a smile adorning your lips at the sight of you approaching the world that morning, were no longer joyful, pleasant images. They were burning before your Y/E/C eyes, escaping into the back of your brain.
Suddenly, your lovable, chubbier cheeks were no longer seen as cute in your eyes. The closed space from in between your thighs was no longer a facade of thought. Your clothing sizes were no longer just number imprinted into your jeans, they were seen as hideous, enormous numbers that dared to be reckon with. Your body was abruptly viewed as unstable and undesirable in your mind.
Your figure was now a symbol of all your insecurities.
“Y/N? Are you okay?” you friend Michelle asked you as you stared off into the distance, your mind distracted with thoughts of your new view of your body.
You didn’t know how you should respond. Michelle was your best friend, who you told everything to, you didn’t want to keep something as silly as a body image from her knowledge.
Your lips broke to allow a heavy sigh to slip through, eyes focusing from the wall to her slumped figure beside you. You turned towards her, a shaky breath allowing itself to come with your confession, “Honestly…no,” you confessed, eyes shutting tightly as your previous thoughts fro today slipped back to the front of your mind.
Opening your tired eyes, you saw Michelle’s eyebrows furrow and her pretty brown eyes squint at you in disorientation before setting her book down next to her on the bleachers. “What’s up?” she asked, lips closing together tightly and voice laced with sweet concern at you, her friendly demeanor shining through for a few minutes.
“I just, I just heard Peter talking about how incredible and gorgeous Liz is, and how her body is fucking amazing and it just got me thinking about it, ya know? You know how I’ve felt about Peter for awhile now, and I realized Peter is never, will never like someone like me. And I know it’s not just about Peter, it’s how I see myself every day in the mirror,” you trailed off, eyes down-casting from Michelle’s concerned figure to the pasty yellow tile beneath you, the confession acting as a burden on your shoulders rather than a breath of fresh air.
Michelle watched carefully at your saddened demeanor, seeing your eyes suddenly shed a small tear at your story, her mind processing your previous thought and Peter’s endless comments in fifth period today together into one huge controversy. Your head rose slowly as you waited for Michelle to respond, your eyes meeting hers in a guilty glance before her mouth opened, to rip Peter to shreds.
“Y/N, don’t you dare think for a second that you need to change yourself to impress a boy! Especially Peter, ha! So what if he thinks Liz is the greatest fucking thing since slice bread! You are beautiful and so is your body, don’t you ever forget that,” Michelle hollered out to you, her head cocking at you every time she made a powerful statement.
Your heart did a leap as the sweet and caring words fled out of Michelle’s mouth and into your ears. A smile spread across her face as she witnessed your eyes soften as she told you how beautiful you were. She leaned in sweetly, arms extended out, waiting for you to envelope her into a bone-crushing hug.
You leaned over and wrapped your arms around her tightly, a heavy sigh escaping your lips befre muttering against Michelle’s hair, “Thank you so much, MJ. You’re the sweetest friend,” you admitted, smiling even more as she tightened your grip on you.
“Always! Oh, and don’t forget group project tonight at your place!” she replied, reaching for her book and backpack as the bell rang for next period. You nodded a yes and pointed your finger at her jokingly as she hopped of the bleachers and made her way to Chemistry.
You walked down and out the gym door as you walked somewhat relieved to your next class. Michelle’s advice was heartwarming, and you couldn’t ask for a better friend. But, the pain of still looking like you did was somewhat still present in the back of your mind, the image of your perspective barely faltering as you listened to her uplifting advice.
But, what you didn’t know, was that as you walked through the door to your sixth period, Michelle was dialing Peter’s phone number on the other side of the building. Her fingers ferociously typed his number in before whipping it up to her ear. She slumped slightly, not wanting to get in trouble for having her phone out in between classes.
“Peter, I swear to god I’m going to kick your stupid ass into next Tuesday…”
“I need a break, I’ll be right back,” Michelle had jumped up from her previous spot on your carpeted floor, hands rubbing against her jeans as she looked at you and Peter below her before making her way out your bedroom door and into the kitchen.
You three had been working on your Chemistry project for the past two hours and all of you were exhausted. Between Peter’s telling you both exactly where to put things, Michelle reading out the instructions, and you gluing the goddamn atom together, you could take a serious nap.
Your bedroom door shut loudly behind you, your figure slumping down in tiredness as you and Peter sat next to each other on the floor. The loud voice that was usually rolling off of Michelle’s lips was gone, and the silence in the room between the two of you was inching closer and closer to the line of awkward.
Why was it awkward?
You and Peter could talk to each other non stop, but all of the sudden, the atmosphere felt thick with tension, and your usual joyous state was diminished by poor thoughts of yourself from today, which were still evident throughout your clouded mind.
Your eyes peered over to Peter’s figure, his eyes rolling everywhere in the room except yours as his arms folded across his chest. Your eyes carefully wandered over his seemingly oblivious state, your mind running with thoughts as to why Peter wouldn’t strike up a usual conversation with you and instead was randomly having his eyes wander around the room.
You tucked your legs beside you, your body instantly feeling insecure and uncomfortable with the new position your figure was displaying. Your quickly brought your arms from beside you to covering your stomach anxiously, mind clearly not wanting Peter to witness your stomach bulging through your shirt. Your brain was wracking with the insecurities of your body, curiously hoping that he wouldn’t judge you in his mind.
You watched the plaid shirt peek from underneath his blue sweater, the usual outfit adorning his body so nicely every day. His thin lips were shut in a tight line as his head of slightly curled brown hair was facing you. Your eyes gave him the once over multiple times, you heart silently aching as you softly watched the boy you yearned for probably thinking about another girl that you would never be able to measure up to.
Your thoughts engulfed you in a deep state of understanding for a few minutes as the silence around you hit your ears loudly, the nerves and insecurities still taking up space in your mind.
“Michelle, uh, she told me what you told her today.”
Your brain broke of all unstable thoughts as soon as you heard the delicate yet weary sentence flood from between his lips. Your head whipped over and you stared wide eyed at Peter, eyebrows raised as he stared daringly back t you, Every word, every sound, every anxious confession you allow slide off your tongue today to Michelle was now a statement Peter had heard a few hours earlier. Your mind attempted to course the abrupt topic, the silence no longer banging in your ears a loud buzz, but a foreign type of meaning as it filled your eardrums.
Peter knew, oh god, Peter knew. He knew how insecure you felt about yourself, he knew how much you despised hearing him lecture to you about his admirable feelings towards Liz. H knew how you felt about him, in the most anxious and insecure way possible.
Your heart felt heavy with guilt yet regret all at once as you attempted to process what Peter would say or do next. The embarrassment of your self-doubt and emotions was slowly climbing its way up your neck and to sting your soft cheeks in a rosy vibrancy. Your mouth gaped open like a fish as the feeling of neglect towards Michelle as approaching the sudden situation all at once.
Peter saw your feverish and embarrassed state, his veins flooding with guilt as his mind told him not to make you feel sorry fr yourself. That was the last thing he wanted to do. His intention was never, is never to make you feel worse about yourself than you already do. He wanted to prove to your sweet and passionate heart that his intention was so oblivious and his view was so, so much different than you perceived it to be.
“I, I can explain-” you finally braved the anxiety and let out, your body instinctively pushing itself closer to Peter’s in help of proving your point. You reached out, your arms attempting to steady your nervous and shaky hand as it trembled with the truth.
Your heart pumped quickly ans your eyes feverishly skated back and forth from Peter’s loving brown eyes to his suddenly closer figure scooting towards your anxious one. Peter’s head shook slightly back and forth before reaching over and laying his hand o your shoulder. The spark of his endearing touch put your trembling body in a slight state of ease, your deep breath releasing with his touch.
Peter’s eyes peeked from underneath his lashes and his think eyebrows scrunched in worry as he cut you off, “No. I’m going to explain,” he relieved, eyes attaching themselves to your captivating ones in a sweet stare.
You swallowed the lump of excuses down your throat and nodded slightly as his response, eyes still fixated on his newly outspoken demeanor. Your nerves coursed through you like a race, your stomach twisting in knots as your heart and mind prepared for the absolute worst. The boy, sitting in front of you, Peter Parker, was about toe reveal his true thoughts, emotions, and ideas of you to you in the sudden state of silence, and you weren’t sure if your heart or body could handle it.
But damn. One heart didn’t clench and then tear in two of nothing but heartache and pain that night. Two hearts clenched and then burst with overwhelming emotion and shock, the absolute adoration of the other sewing the breaking heart back together.
Peter stared lovingly, unbeknownst to you, at you as he muttered these heartwarming words to your crumbling view of yourself, “Y/N, when Michelle told me how you felt towards me and the entire situation of your negative body image, my entire view of everything collapsed. My heart wrenched at the thought of you despising the way you look for even a second. I just couldn’t believe that someone, who looked like you, could even stray from the thought of beauty,” his scratchy voice echoed in your ears as your breath caught in the back of your throat at his words.
Your mind almost couldn’t handle what was occurring before you for a second, the embarrassment exhuming itself from your face and out of the room completely. Peter’s lips turned up in a small smile as he leaned forward and grabbed your face in his hands, eyes wandering everywhere over your smooth features. You leaned into his touch and closed your eyes in the warmth of his palms as he continued.
“Don’t, for a second think you aren’t worth anyone’s time, because you are possibly my favorite thing to look at. What I said about Liz was just me trying to distract myself from you, because I never thought you would feel the same way. Your body is absolutely perfect, and I, nor should you, ever change it. Because, I love you and every quirk and slight imperfection that comes with it,” Peter’s slightly taller figure leaned down and placed his forehead against yours, his thumbs rubbing the little chubbiness of your cheeks.
Your body pumped with exhilaration and your chapped lips smiled at the love flowing between the two of you. You leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his figure, tugging him closer to you. The warmth radiated off him to you as he hugged back, head pushing itself into the crook of your neck.
His lips pressed against your soft neck and the ignited feeling you felt rush through you allowed a small gasp to push through your lips.
You felt beautiful and confident in yourself once again, you two friends proving that to you. You didn’t need a boy’s affection to show you, you need love from your friends to justify how beautiful you always will be.
Since i havent seen anyone talk about this i think i would just like to point out that while yuuri is skating georgi is wearing this expression
Do you know why?
Because he understands
He understands that while yuuri is skating Yuri on Ice he is dedicating it to victor, his love for him, and is thinking of all the moments they have spent together and how victor has helped him so much from how he was last year. He wore the same expression while michele is skating because he knew he was skating because of his love for sara.
But georgi isnt the only one who noticed.
The commentators, the other skaters, mila, and im pretty sure even yakov knew that yuuri was skating because of his love for victor, some more so than others. What im saying is that people know and acknowledge that yuuri really loves victor and that he dedicated his entire FS to their relationship and how he has grown from it.
Time’s a ticking, hearts are running. Think that Cupid’s up to something. You ask me how I feel, I say nothing.
“Y/N/N? Are you okay?”
The sweet, scratchy voice that belonged to your best friend, Peter Parker, awoke you from your dreamy, afternoon daze.
“W-What? Oh, yeah yeah, I’m good,” you wave your right hand in his direction, as if saying that everything was fine and not to worry about.
The only consolation was, everything wasn’t fine.
Your wondrous mind had been slipping into an endless whirl-wind of confusion, guilt, and numerous other categories for the past couple of weeks. It seemed as if you didn’t know how to behave around anyone anymore, especially Peter for that matter. Every time someone would ask you a question, snapping you out of yet another daze, your state would jump into a lost one, confusion taking over as to what they were asking you. But, your mind was preoccupied with something, or someone else.
Peter Parker was the problem, and you hated it. Everything about him flooded your thoughts, day and night, all day, every day. You didn’t know how to control it, it just jumped upon you one day as he was speaking feverishly to you about one of his “Stark Internship Retreats". His eyes filled with excitement and wonder as he told you about his thrilling second life.
It seemed as at that moment, something inside you clicked, something that has never happened in the past seven years of your life with Peter. It scared you at first, your body and mind not knowing how to act in such a sudden and exhilarating situation.
Immediately, as you took notice of every little quirk and feature of Peter, your brain couldn’t help but make you blush and smile as the things popped into your head, over and over again.
And at that moment, you knew how your feelings were quickly laying themselves out. And you had no idea you wouldn’t be able to stop it.
But lately color seems so bright and the stars light up the night. My feet they feel so light, I’m ignoring all the signs.
’‘The sky is such a vibrant blue today, don’t you think?” you dazedly lean over to your friend Michelle, lying your head on her shoulder.
Michelle’s brown orbs tear away from her book,rolling her eyes at the interruption. Her eyes then narrow confusedly towards you, “Uhh, sure?” she questions, oddly looking down at your slumped figure.
Your lips turned up into a huge grin across your face while your Y/E/C eyes looked up towards the vibrant sky in a low haze. Your arms lay limp by your sides and your veins pursed with loving dreariness as the day went on. You couldn’t describe it. It was as if your thoughts clouded with no external thoughts of anything or anyone else. All that replayed in your head was…Peter.
Peter, Peter, Peter…
“What?” Michelle questioned you, her hand grasping her book as it fell by her sides, her attention fully faced to you.
Your eyes widened in confusion, eyebrows furrowing, “What?” you asked back defensively, wondering if you had made a strange noise or something that awoke her intent attention on the book.
Oh fuck, did I just say his name out loud?
Her finger pointed at you as your head shot up off her shoulder, “You just said Peter’s name like three times, out loud,” she pronounced loudly to you, your sudden thoughts just easily being exposed.
You shook your head vigorously back and forth, attempting to make your doubt evident to your friend, “No, no I didn’t. I said-”
“Noooo, you didn’t. You said Peter,” she came back instantly, not allowing you to let the topic go, “What is up with you?” she tagged on, her head titled in your direction, bewilderment displayed across her features.
Your teeth grabbed your bottom lip in guilt and uneasiness, not knowing whether you should allow your new beheld secret to slip through your chapped lips. It was Michelle, you’ve been friends for awhile and you trust her with everything. She and Peter are the two you tell absolutely everything to, and of course you couldn’t tell Peter this.
Guilt subdued and you sighed before, grabbing her by the shoulders and dragging her to a nearby vacant spot in the park, “Okay I need to tell you something, but you have to swear you’ll keep your mouth shut.”
Her hands flew up in defense at your statement, “I promise, my mouth is completely shut,” she pretended to zip her lips before easing you to go on.
You inhaled deeply before shutting your eyes tightly, releasing them slowly as all of your thoughts for the past few weeks came flooding back, “Okay… I just sorta realized I’ve been in love with Peter for a really long fucking time and I don’t know how to deal that’s why I’ve been acting so weird and hazy lately okay it’s because Peter makes me go fucking insane but in a good way and it’s just freaking me out so that’s why okay I’m done-” you completely rushed out in a span of ten seconds, no pauses or breath being taken in your spill.
Michelle watched you oddly as you sucked in a new breath of air, regaining your previous state before rolling her eyes and throwing her hand up, “Uhm, obviously? I thought it was pretty mutual between you two?”
I keep on frontin’, yeah, I stay bluffin’. I keep you wonderin’, keep you huntin’ for my lovin’. But I crave us huggin’, yeah, I stay stubborn. ‘Cause I can’t admit that you got all the strings and know just how to tug 'em.
“Are you kidding me? How is dangling from a twenty story building, safe?” you screamed out, face red with anger and concern towards your best friend.
“Y/N I’m fine!” Peter hollered back at you, eyes lit up with excitement once again as he came to your window still dressed in his attire, “I only came here to tell you how bad ass I was!”
You felt your protective instincts kick in as Peter blabbered on about how some bad guy tried to kill him once again. You couldn’t help it. Every time Peter approached you with yet another Spider-Man story, you couldn’t help but feel regret for that second persona he takes on almost every night. The risk of him getting severely hurt, or even killed put you in such a protective and weary state you didn’t know how to act or respond to his exciting stories.
These feelings have been immensely growing at a rapid rate ever since two days ago when Michelle spoke to you about her mutual sights and views between the two of you.
“Well, whenever I’m with both of you, one of the two of you always seems to be staring at the other. I mean, most of the time it’s you drooling over him in a lovey looking daze,” she laughs at your actions.
“Ha, very funny. Now, what else?” you pressured her, folding your arms over your chest and biting your lip.
She sighs, hand on her hip, “At lunch, when you'e always going on and on about how hard your math test was, he smiles a little, almost as if he liked seeing you talking non-stop.”
Your heart did a gigantic leap at the seemingly little yet grand gesture he felt towards you. God, that just proves how much of an impact this boy had on you. That small set of information from Michelle made you swoon for days.
I think I’m in love again (in my head, yeah, you’re in my head). I think I’m in love again (in my head, yeah, you’re in my head). I didn’t think it could be true. Let alone that it would be you. I think I’m in love again (I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love).
You’re so pathetic, Y/N. Pining after someone who only sees you as a friend.
You slide out of yesterday’s conversation and back into reality, only to have Peter still jabbering on still about his greatest moment.
Tired of hearing him brag about how he almost got killed tonight, you put your hand up in front of him, cutting off his talking, “I swear to god if you ever do that again…” you glare at him annoyingly, shaking your head in disappointment.
He smiles brightly, rolling his eyes playfully, “I promise I won’t. Who else besides you is gonna keep me on the ground if I’m not here?” his play on words and sarcasm knowing exactly how to tug at your heart.
Smiling widely at his flirtatious comment and gesture, he leans over and wraps his arm tightly around your frame, his head digging into the crook of your neck, “You’re such a good friend, you know that?” he mutters softly into your neck.
Your heart aches a little as the word 'friend’ slips from between his lips, Masking your defeat, your hug him tighter, “I know.”
My heart’s pacin’, I’m confused, I’m dazin’. I saw something I never seen in you, It’s got me shakin’. I must be hallucinatin’, I hear it happens, I’m just sayin’. Babe, I’m just sayin’. Someone give me some paper, someone give me some crayons. I’m feeling like a child, I need something to play on.
One thing you didn’t know was that, Peter’s head had been occupied twenty-four-seven as well.
But, with thoughts of you.
He couldn’t describe it. I was as if everything in the world suddenly had a purpose, and that purpose was you. He knew it sounded crazy, of course it did. You were his best friend, the oe he confided everything to, and all of the sudden you went from closest confidant to someone Peter couldn’t slip out of his mind for just a second.
When you spoke to him, it was something that connected on a whole new level. Your beautiful Y/E/C eyes sprang into his with such admiration that he felt his veins pulse with nerves. Your pretty lips that moved feverishly as you yelled at him for getting himself into more danger, became something he could stare at all day. And when you touched, oh. That set his whole body on fire. Your sweet, caring touch would send him into a daze of bliss as your bodies held each other in a hug.
He knew what was happening to him, and he knew he needed to act on it, fast. Unlike you, Peter was sure there was something magnificently mutual between you two, and he needed to show you.
I’m trying hard to trust you when you say, “Give me your hand.” Baby, I’m fallin’, I hope you catch me when I land.
Pete:): Come over as soon as you can. I need to tell you something.
You stared down at your phone wearily. It must be important, Peter never texted you without ending it in a smiley face or something. Nerves instantly wrack your body as you decide to make your way over there now, curious as to what could be so important.
Oh fuck, did he find out? No, there’s no way. Michelle would never and you hadn’t made it obvious, had you? Oh god, had you?
Shaking off the nervous energy, you grab your jacket and earbuds before heading out the door. Once outside, you slip in your earbuds, clicking shuffle on your most recent playlist. 'I Think I’m In Love’ by Kat Dahalia came on as you began the few block walk to Peter’s apartment.
"In my dreams you’re the dutch and I’m the duchess and your blunts are always loose, so I’m in charge of rollin’ dutches. And we getting so high, we always get the munchies. And we go for early brunches that turn into late lunches. And we ain’t gotta label, we’re just rollin’ with the punches, I make fun of your belly and tell you to do some crunches. And you say, “Yeah, well, your ass jiggles, go and do some lunges.” I say, “Fuck you,” while I’m thinking of you as my husband. I think I’m in love…“
Damn, my girl Kat knows what’s up.
After ten minutes, your face comes in contact with Peter’s front door. As your hand began to knock, your phone buzzed in your pocket, signaling a new text.
Pete:): The door is open when you get here. Just come in.
Your hand redirects to the doorknob, twisting it open you walk inside his vacant apartment. Quietness hits you as you make your way to Peter’s bedroom door. As your feet make way to him, your nerves begin to buildup once again, your mind wracking numerous terrible and nerve wracking situations that could possible happen within the next two minutes. Your knuckles daringly hit the door twice, stomach churning as you impatiently wait for Peter to open the door.
And once he does, you are taken in by his state. His beautiful brown eyes looked to be a nervous wreck. Hell, he looked to be a nervous wreck.
Well, guess that makes two of us.
His hair was sprawled in all different directions, looking as if he had been running his hands through it for a while. Confusion swam over you and you looked oddly at him, stepping into his dark room.
“Pete? Are you okay?” you question him as he walks behind you to shut the door. He sighs heavily, his thin lips forming a small line across his face in intense concern.
He walks back towards you, standing awkwardly in front of you, his eyes scanning everywhere in the room except to pass yours, “Uh, what? Yeah, I just wanted to…” he trails off, voice slowly becoming distant as you look down at his nervous figure to his hands rubbing themselves together roughly.
What is he doing? Why is he so nervous? You’re the one that’s nervous! Hell you’re the one who’s been nervous around him 24/7.
You dared to speak, interrupting his sighing session, “Tell me something? You sounded kind of urgent in your text.”
His head popped up in your comment, eyes meeting yours in a weary yet odd look. You felt as if he was freaking out about something serious, and you had no idea what. Stepping closer to him, you lied a hand on his shoulder, expressing excessive comfort to him.
“You can tell me anything, you know that,” you urged him, head leaning closer to his. His eyes continued to stare into yours, little fleck of light brown swam around your gaze, heart now caught in your throat.
You showed him that you’re here, can he take a hint?
He stuttered out his next response, leaning closer to you almost in a whisper he muttered, “I know that. Its just, I don’t think I can tell you this. I need to show you,” his voice got quieter with every word. His intense gaze and proximity caused your body to flood with those feelings. Thosefeelings you couldn’t seem to get rid of. Those feelings that were so evident right now you were shocked he couldn’t tell .
Attempting to receive a response from him, you slowly asked, eyebrows furrowing at what his last statement meant, “Peter, what do you mean? You can just tell me, I’m not going to judge-”
Your reply was cut short, not by a comment, nor a statement, but by your lips being enveloped in someone else’s. You had to keep your body from leaping back at the sudden change in atmosphere. You were standing here, eyes shut tightly to absorb the unbelievable, enticing feeling of Peter’s lips on yours. You didn’t care as to why it happened, you just wanted it to never end. Your body lit on fire from the feeling as his hand reached up and cupped the side of your cheek as your hands unknowingly grabbed his cheeks in an attempt to pull him closer.
You felt the smile you loved so much play across his lips at your actions, your closed mouth turning up into one of your own. The room became weightless, the air turned warm and you felt as if you were flying. Nothing, could beat this feeling you had right now. It felt as if everything you had sensed in the past weeks was all coming together now. And you knew, finally, that he felt the same.
You finally realized what that feeling was, and it was incredible.
I think I’m in love again (in my head, yeah, you’re in my head). Baby, I think I’m in love again. I think I’m in love again (in my head, yeah, you’re in my head). I didn’t think it could be true, let alone that it would be you. I think I’m in love again (I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love). I think I’m in love again.