i understand you and i adore you

I think what I love most about Jaal’s final romance scene is just how respectful and open he is towards Sara. He literally lays out his feeling before her and says “I adore you and I want to make love to you. Do you want me to?” And it’s just so pure, honest and beautiful cause it’s not your typical “makeout session gets heavy and then they fuck” but it’s just so full of respect and realness and I love it. You can even refuse to sleep with him and just choose to stand by the lake and he accepts it and is totally cool with it and you can tell how much respect, honesty and understanding is in their relationship. I love it so much because it’s all based on things that are so fundamental to pretty much any relationship, not just romantic ones, but still I think they aren’t highlighted as much in other romances as they are with Jaal.

a-z Tag

I got tagged by the incredible @chani-babe you beautiful, beautiful person😘

a / age: 15, I was born 28th of Jan 2002

b / biggest fear: Ghosts and demon I am legit so terrified it’s unbelievable

c / current time: 1826 hrs

d / drink you had last: Irn Bru (if you’re from Scotland you’ll understand)

e / everyday starts with: My alarm and a cup oh tea.

f / favorite song: Paradise- NCT

g / ghosts are real?: Yes and if you disrespect them ohhh boi, I told you they are my hugest fear. You ain’t gonna see me messing with them anytime soon

h / hometown: Stonehouse

I / in love with: No one as in love love, but plantically love or adoring love *cough* Chenle and my Tobias the table spuef

j / jealous of: People with nice little cottages in the woods with good wifi

k / killed someone: Nope, well not yet but that zombie apocalypse I won’t hesitate bench

l / last time you cried: 3 years ago

m / middle name: Bunty (RIP ME)

n / number of siblings: A sister. Straight from the fire pit of hell

o / one wish: to have my dream cottage and a nice life

p / person you last called/texted: I phoned my dad to ask if I could play in the water sprinklers. He said yes. I had fun

q / questions you’re always asked: “Did you really draw/paint that?” MY PENCIL IS LITERALLY ON THE PAPER IN MY HAND RIGHT NOW!!!!!

s / song last sang: Golden Days - Panic! At the Disco

t / time I woke up: 0705 hrs

u / underwear color: Pink and white

v / vacation destination: Disney Land

Paris

w / worst habit: Talking to myself loudly in front of people (Cringe)

x / xrays you have had: both my wrists

y / your favorite food: pakora from my local take-out place

z / zodiac sign: AQUARIUS SQUAD!

One this fine morning I will tag @jenothanks   @ouchwinwin  @haechance  @freakydeakytaeyonq @jaeminnana @thirsty-for-jae @secretlymadeoutofcups @cryinggoutloud @donghyuckstudies @hyuckshijabiwife @nctgiri @markleetrashh @markhyucklee @arosequartz @buttonprincejisung @jaeminniemouse @bffchenle love you all so very very very much💜❤️💘💞❣️💝💖

You 100% don’t have to do it and anyone that wants to hop on and do this feel free❤️👍😊

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a Rene Ramirez imagine? I'm dying over here because there are none. I love you and your writing btw.

Ah, same! in the mean time, here is my only Rene fic. It’s 3k fic so, hopefully, that fulfills your needs in the mean time. 

And I completely understand! Like, Rene can be completely adorable:

Originally posted by oilversqueen

but also, hot damn, he’s one sexy and badass fucker:

Originally posted by rinmaidtsuoka

Dating Tommy Holland might include:

Originally posted by septodragon

(( gif not mine, but damn ))

_____

DATING THIS MUNCHKIN MAY INCLUDE:

  • him laughing when he tries to teach you proper English table mannerisms
  • you trying really hard because you want to make him proud
  • “I guess you are too adorable to be proper, eh?”
  • if you are short: he would bring it up any chance he was given
  • because he is used to being the youngest and the shortest
  • he is pretty deviant and quite sly
  • you soon understand why Seb and Robert call him a little asshole
  • WANNABE GENTLEMAN
  • he tries so hard to open doors for you and pull out a chair and get your coat
  • he whines when you do them yourself
  • he whines in general
  • he’s a big baby and you take care of him often
  • when he is sick he will play it like he is dying so that you will take care of him
  • because he loves your cooking
  • praises it
  • he will often shower you in what you call over exaggerated compliments
  • but he calls them understatements of blatant facts
  • he can and will take any aspect about you and ramble about how much he adores it
  • but he is also the person where if you mention a flaw you see about yourself and genuinely would like to change it for the better; he will give you constructive advice and help you in anyway that he can
  • he wants you to love yourself as much as he does
  • hand holding
  • inconvenient hand holding
  • always touching in someway
  • PROTECTIVE TYPE
  • an arm around you
  • glaring
  • at any man that walks past
  • even Harrison
  • just because
  • some random on the street
  • gave you a cat call
  • he was physically ready to slice of their arm
  • and beat them with it
  • “Guysss, I’m really homesick“ :(
  • “Tom, you just went home to grab a hoodie and came back seven minutes ago?”
  • “I knowww. But (Y/n) isn’t here…”
  • because home is where the heart is
  • “She left to get some coffee. You hugged her three minutes ago– what is wrong with you?”
QUICKLY MOVING TOWARDS A STORM MOVING FORWARD TORN INTO PIECES OVER REASONS OF WHAT THESE STORMS ARE FOR I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY EVERYTHING I ADORE TAKES A DIFFERENT FORM WHEN I SQUINT MY EYES HAVE YOU EVER DONE THAT WHEN YOU SQUINT YOUR EYES AND YOUR EYELASHES MAKE IT LOOK A LITTLE NOT RIGHT AND THEN WHEN JUST ENOUGH LIGHT COMES FROM JUST THE RIGHT SIDE AND YOU FIND YOU'RE NOT WHO YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE?

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Affection Meme

Send one of these from your muse to mine, or send me a  ➥  for their affections toward yours.  

Fingers in Hair: I will treasure you.
Hand on the Head: I think about you a lot.
Kiss / Touch to Ear: I forgive / forgave you.
Forehead to Forehead: I’m here / understand.
Kiss on or around Eye: I don’t want you to be sad.
Hesitant Touch: You’ve hurt me / I still care for you.
Boop on the Nose: You’re adorable / make me happy.
Kiss on the Cheek / Mouth: I love you / I’ve missed you.
Touching the Chin: I want honesty / things to work out.
Mouth on or near Neck: I want you / want to be with you.
Touching the Neck / Shoulders: I want you to feel good.
Leaning on Shoulder: I need you / your support right now.
Kiss / Hand / Touch over Heart: I want your understanding.
Kiss on the Wrist / Palm: I feel deeply connected to you.
Holding Hands: I want to be reminded of your presence.
Touching Fingers: I want to speak, but lack the words.
Arm around Waist: I want you to be careful / feel safe.
Touch on / Kiss to the Ribs: I regard you reverently.
Hand on Lower Back: I’ll be by your side no matter.
Hands on or near Hips: I feel possessive of you.
Touch to Thigh: I want something more with you.
Head on Lap: I trust you / feel safe with you.
Hand on Knee: I am concerned for you.
Other: Fill in what your muse does / feels!

Some non-Love Square ML aus

Because as much as I adore the love square, there are lots of other miraculous ships that deserve more au goodness <3

Juleka/Rose: 

  • Greaser and Pink Lady au
  • friends with benefits except the benefits are weekly cuddling sessions au
  • college roommates au 
    • requires LOTS of mutual pining

Kim/Alix:

  • handcuffed together after a prank gone wrong au
  • “I’m going to hunt down and slaughter whoever keeps leaving their sweaty towel draped across my favorite treadmi- oh no they’re hot” au
  • forced to take ballet lessons to increase their athletic prowess au

Kim/Max: 

  • “I dont understand half of the words you said but I think you just asked me out???” au
  • kissing practice/ making out for the sake of science au
  • “I just watched you ingest a borderline lethal amount of caffeine so im going to babysit you to make sure you dont die” au

Bonus ot3 (Kim/Alix/Max):

  • paired up to do a semester-long project together au 
  • evil mastermind and his two (bickering) superhero nemesises au
  • “oh would you look at that, the bottle landed in between you two. guess I’ll just have to spend seven minutes in heaven with you both” au

Ivan/Mylene:

  • we both sit at the same desk in chemistry class and leave each other anonymous notes tucked inside au
  • musician and muse (not-so) au
  • tattooist and flower shop owner au

Chloe/Sabrina:

  • Princess and the Frog au 
    • bonus points if Chloe is the frog
  • met while on vacation au
  • SUGAR DATING AU 

Chloe/Marinette (most could work for Chloe/Alya too):

  • personal shopper (Marinette) or publicist (Alya) and the client from hell au
  • “every year we get sent to the same summer camp and we’re always camp rivals except wow puberty really hit you hard since last year wtf??!?!?” au
  • Wicked au

Nino/Alya:

  • rival radio hosts whom everyone in Paris ships au
  • Ladynino and Alya Noir au
  • “the optometrist accidentally switched our prescriptions so now I have to hunt you down while basically blind” au

Alya/Marinette: 

  • underpaid fabric store clerk only keeps her job because of the cute seamstress who comes in every day and overworked seamstress only visits the fabric store every day to see the gorgeous store clerk au
  • fan fic writer and fan artist who everyone in the fandom ships au
  • “hey so I hear our college grants more financial aid to married people… wanna elope?” au

Nino/Adrien:

  • RAPUNZEL AU
  • deaf!Adrien and musician!Nino au 
    • basically blind spots au but gayer
  • (NSFW) “Accidentally sent a dick pic to the wrong number but got an even better one back” au

Alya/Adrien:

  • rich kids playing pranks at society functions au (Alya’s mom is a world-renowned chef dont tell me this isn’t plausible)
  • “we’ve been yelling at each via reddit thread for weeks now and at this point I’ve kinnda forgotten what we were even fighting about wanna go grab coffee?” au
  • pen pals from childhood au

Nino/Marinette:

  • “Our families own rival businesses and technically we cant be friends but we still secretly trade macaroons for couscous on the DL” au 
  • street musician and street artist au
  • “I seriously didn’t mean to wander in to the women’s locker room but I heard you singing in the shower and I NEED to record music with you” au

Bonus OT4 (Alya/Adrien/Marinette/Nino):

  • “we’re in a famous band and our fans fight relentlessly over who to ship but jokes on them because we are all dating” au
  • stranded au
    • you could make this “overnight at the mall” or full-blown “shipwrecked on an island” I just wanna see these four snuggle STRUGGLE TOGETHER
  • “this dnd campaign started seriously but now it’s just devolved into us all flirting with one another behind the thin guises of our characters” au
Day Four Hundred Sixty Four.

I love you
isn’t enough

it’s long nights
and tight hugs
it’s laughter
and curling into each other
when the world is relentless
it’s understanding and patience
endless patience

it’s that you know how i like my coffee
and can tell something is wrong before i do
it’s finished sentences and inside jokes
it’s planning our future together
planning a life
it’s the calm to every storm
the impenetrable protection from every danger

it’s you and me
us
in this crazy world
taking on every moment
because there’s no other way
it’s happiness
and sadness and everything in between
tackled hand in hand
side by side
together
teammates

I love you
is true
it’s sweet and sentimental
it fills my heart so much it overflows
but it isn’t enough

thank you
is a better place to start

We'll Be Okay (Barry Allen X Reader) (Smut)

Fandom: The Flash
Pairing: Barry Allen X Reader
Word Count: 5,736
Prompt: “Today was the first family gathering I’ve been to since we broke up and my little cousin (niece, in my fic) that absolutely adored you asked where you were and I had to lock myself in the bathroom and sit in the tub for a half an hour and look through a folder on my phone of pictures I took of you to feel okay again¨
For: myself lmaooo
Author’s Note: this is EXPLICIT!! contains (pretty poorly written) smut!! don’t read if you’re uncomfortable with that!!

You fidgeted anxiously with the sleeves of your sweater, mentally begging your family to understand that Barry wasn’t coming.

Luckily for you, they seemed to get the message when after ten minutes had passed, you remained alone (Barry was never more than ten minutes late, and since he hadn’t shown up yet…well, they knew what that meant).

Unluckily for you, one member of your family didn’t seem to get the memo.

“__y/n__! __y/n__!” Your youngest niece, Maddie, tugged at the hem of your shirt until you picked her up, settling her on your hip.

“What’s up, munchkin?” You asked, trying to press a kiss to her nose and frowning when she pulled away from you. She wrinkled her eyebrows at you and peered over your shoulder.

“Where’s Bawwy?”

Your mind went blank. What were you supposed to tell her? “He broke up with me, you’re probably never gonna see him again” would break her little heart.

“He, uh, couldn’t make it today.” You offered up reluctantly.

Her lower lip quivered as she pouted. “But Bawwy never misses my birthday!”

“I know, honeybun, I’m sorry. He had work stuff to deal with today.” A total lie.

She looked like she was about to cry for a moment, and you panicked internally. If she started crying, there was not a doubt in your mind that you would cry too. And you really didn’t feel like breaking down in front of your family members, not today, of all days.

You hadn’t wanted to come today, it would’ve been your five year anniversary with Barry, but your sister had begged you to come, for Maddie’s sake.

“Can I spend the night with you and Bawwy this weekend?” She asked hopefully, and you didn’t know what to say.

Barry had moved out of your apartment two months ago, after he told you that he had to “get away from you”. He didn’t even give you a reason aside from that, and instead gave you one last, lingering kiss before gathering up his stuff and leaving the apartment.

You didn’t go to work for the next week, unable to do anything but wallow in your misery. Barry, the love of your life, the man you were so sure you were going to marry, had broken up with you without a second thought.

“Of course you can, sweetie!” Fuckfuckfuck, that was not what you meant to say.

“Yay! Thank you, auntie!” She squealed excitedly and scrambled out of your arms, running over to her mom and telling her the good news.

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phil lester appreciation post

we don’t appreciate phil as much as we need to, i don’t understand why nor do i understand why dan has 2 million more subscribers than him, they should be treated equally. i mean how can you not love this adorable ball of sunshine?

Originally posted by phananaphancakes

i mean look how cute he is listening to dan talk about tabinof

Originally posted by sunshinelester

and his laugh just hits us all in the feels

Originally posted by irishiwasacat

and his smile is brighter than the freaking sun whyy????

Originally posted by teenagephantxsy

and lets not get started on his innocents 

Originally posted by sunshinelester

seriously look how innocent this boy is

Originally posted by dauntlester

well thats all i have to say, i feel like dan making a phil appreciation post. lolzor. but you gotta love phil unless you’re a twat. anyways bye guys!

Originally posted by danhowcll

Native Russian speaking of Yuri on Ice russian references

After watching Yuri on Ice I started reading some fanfiction and there I realised that now the English-speaking world is trying to master some expressions from my native language. Seeing it is both adorable and really funny sometimes (because MISTAKES), but still every time I look at the cyrillic alphabeth in english texts I feel so glad that finally the culture of my country interests more and more people.
So, thanks YOI for that and also some help in understanding Russian speaking traditions (if needed):

- in Russia friends never call each other by full names. So it won’t be Yuri and Viktor, but Yura (Yurochka) and Vitya (Vit'en'ka, Vit'usha).

- while addressing the elderly we usually use ‘otchestvo’ отчество (patronimic), so if your father’s name is Ivan, your otchestvo in russian will be Ivanovich/Ivanovna *for example Andrei Ivanovich, Anastasia Ivanovna

- ty (ты) is the informal form of you, vy (вы) is polite, you address those who are older or have higher social status with it

- idk about you but personally I love learning other languages curse words, so…
we all know these ‘suka, blyad’’, but here are some more, like ‘mudila, mudak’ мудила, мудак “moron”; ‘ebanutiy’ ебанутый “lunatic, crazy-ass”; ‘pidor’ пидор “faggot”; 'tupitsa’ тупица “dumbass”; 'debil’ дебил “idiot”;

Please note/reblog if helpful.

If smb needs some more info, feel free to dm, I will be happy to help :)

No, it’s not the same. It’s different. You’re different and I adore that. I adore how you are. And your different shades of colors. The poetry, it’s beautiful but it isn’t what ties me to you, it’s the way that you are. I don’t need poems to smile and blush. I simply need to hear your voice or laugh. I don’t need fancy words, I just need those that are sincere. I like the little squint you make and I adore your smile even more. Your laugh tugs at my heart. And I can’t ever seem to stop smiling when I’m talking to you. At least I can say that I fell for you in the most sincere way possible, not because of your kisses or your looks or where you took me, but because of your character, because of your voice, because of your smile, because of your soul, because of your words, because of your art, because of your understanding. Darling, there are so many reasons and all of them are genuine. I won’t get used to you. Everyday I spend talking to you is different than yesterday. It’s the small details and I adore them all.
—  An artist that writes
If It's Meant To Be It Will Be [Anthony Ramos x Reader]

THIS WAS NOT WRITTEN BY ME.

The author asked that they remain anonymous, and I’m respecting their wishes, but feel free to show them your love with this fic by liking and reblogging bc this is seriously so adorable.


- If formatting is weird, feel free to change some stuff around. Could I stay anonymous as well?? I’m not really confident in this and nervous since I’ve never put anything up here before. Also if you don’t really like it or don’t want to post it, I completely understand! Thank you :) -

It took approximately 25 minutes after entering the club for you to lock eyes with him and approximately 5 seconds of locked gazes for him to stalk towards you through the dancing crowds.

“Hi” the boy said with a smirk, “I’m-”

“No names.” You cut him off before he could spoil this for you. “If you want tonight to work, I have one condition- I don’t want to know your name and you don’t want to know mine.” You continued and stood there staring him directly into his eyes, taking notice of the seemingly infinite amount of freckles that adorned his face.

He stood there for a minute, smirk completely dissipated while he processed the offer you threw at him. After hesitating, his mouth twitched up at the corners and took a look at your lips that were painted a blood red.

“Wanna dance?” He asked and with that, you grabbed his hand and made your way to the dead center of the club.

—————————————————————————————

Out of breath, the two of you leaned back in bed, entangling the sheets around you to cover up your bare, sweating bodies.

The sounds of panting eased and you felt his eyes on your face.

“Can I ask you something?” His voice surprisingly small broke through silent air.

“As long as it isn’t my name, you can ask me anything.” You responded stealing a sideways glance at the boy to see him staring directly at you.

“What’s the deal with the name thing? Do you just like mystery?” He inquired not once looking away.

You sighed and shifted a little in the bed, fixating your eyes on the ceiling, absentmindedly taking in the details.

“There’s less of a chance of attachment if we know each other’s names.” You started knowing he’d have follow up inquiries. “You can’t think back to that time you had a thing with someone named so-and-so, they’re just a face to you. They can’t mess with you or fail you if you don’t even know their name and form an attachment. No disappointment if there was no strong bond in the first place.” You finished, still staring at the ceiling and grasping the sheets to your chest.

“So you don’t want any attachments to anyone?” He pushed on and you turned your head to the left and looked at him, shaking your head.

“No, I’m not saying no to wanting attachment or a relationship. I just am trying to limit getting my hopes up that someone is the one or something special when they just weren’t meant to be. You could say I’m trying to let fate take hold. If it’s meant to be, it’ll be in the end.” You turned your head back to the ceiling and awaited his response.

You felt his head shift as he turned to examine the ceiling with you.

“I can’t not call you anything.“ He stated and let out a breath. “So I’m calling you ‘Red’ since your lips are the first thing I noticed about you.” He finally spoke out and you let out a small laugh.”

“Alright, freckles.” You responded giving him his title.

“So, I can ask anything? Just not your name?” He questioned, giving you a sideways glance.

You nodded your head turning to smile at him. His mouth turned up into a huge grin and with that, the night had truly begun.

—————————————————————————————

“This is the most important question in the world! It says a lot about a person in whether they prefer pancakes or waffles!” You shout at the boy who was leaned up against the headboard. You had shifted awhile ago to sitting cross-legged facing him when you reached onto the bedside table for the nearest article of clothing which happened to be his blue shirt.

He threw his arms up - “Alright, fine! Waffles!” He laughed out and looked at you expectantly. You slowly nodded your head at him, approving of his answer.

“Good choice. But french toast wins everything.” You answered and smiled.

He shook his head and laughed at you. “Favorite color?”

“Blue. But 75% of my wardrobe is black so take that as you will.” You responded shifting your body to lay your head down as it started to feel like it had weighed 5x more than it usually does.

“Favorite place to go and unwind?” You asked while shutting your eyes, taking a break from the small light in the room emitting off the bedside lamp.

“Home- Puerto Rico. I like the beach a lot and it’s a break from the non-stop go of New York.” You hummed a response signaling your acknowledgement of his answer and awaiting his next question.

“How many people have you done this with?” He quizzed while also shifting his body to lay down.

You let out a sigh “You’re the first.” You opened your eyes and stared into his in which you couldn’t quite decipher the meaning behind them.

“I haven’t lied to you tonight nor do I have a reason to.” You followed up and shifted again to get more comfortable and shut your eyes another time.

“Coffee or tea?” You breathed out as your consciousness was slowly slipping away. You heard him talking, but only registered it as mumbles before you were completely gone.

—————————————————————————————

The sun blared through the apartment windows, causing your eyelids to squeeze shut in an attempt to protect your eyes from the harsh light.

You had ended up curled on your side facing the freckled boy while he lay sprawled out on his stomach.

You smiled at him and looked around as you realized this was your best chance to get out with the least temptation of breaking your pact you made with yourself - don’t form an intentional attachment with this boy.

You crept out of the bed successfully and attempted to get dressed as quietly as you could. You folded his blue shirt that you had borrowed and placed it on the bedside table and went to grab your purse to head out when you heard shifting on the bed.

You smiled as his eyes fluttered open and his face twisted in the confusion of just waking up.

“You’re serious about this name thing aren’t you?” He inquired with a hint of disappointment laced in his voice.

You softly nodded. “Give it a chance. If you’re meant to be with someone, your paths are destined to cross multiple times. Try believing in signs.” You mused and gave a small smile.

“I hope I cross your path again, Red.” He stated, digging the side of his face deeper into his pillow.

You only nodded and reached for the door handle, leaving his apartment and forcing yourself to not take notice of his address to erase any possibility of you returning here for any reason other than chance.

—————————————————————————————

*3 MONTHS LATER*

You stood in line at the store, items lined up on the conveyer belt. You were absentmindedly staring at the stand of magazines by the check out when you heard a familiar voice nearby.

You looked up and around, scanning to find someone familiar in the other check-out stations. Your eyes locked on a boy with curly hair wearing a red flannel. Your eyes stayed glued to the back of his head as he finished up paying and turned around to leave the store.

He glanced around and when his eyes met yours, his mouth slowly turned up into a wide grin.

He waited while you finished paying for your items and you walked over to him by the door.

“Hey, Red.” He said, shifting his body to lean against the wall.

“Freckles.” You smiled back, mimicking his body language.

“So, it looks like we meet again.” He pointed out. You knew what he was inferring, but shook your head.

“I’m going to need a little bit more evidence than meeting at the only Target within a 10 block radius..” You laughed out and adjusted the bags in your hand.

He laughed and straightened up properly. “What?! This is totally paths crossing! This is a sign!” He mused as you slowly walked past him and turned around, but kept stalking out backwards.

“If it’s meant to be Freckles, it’ll happen again!” You quickly spun around and walked out, smiling to yourself as you walked to your car.

—————————————————————————————

*1 MONTH AND A HALF LATER*

You groaned as you realized you were running later than you thought to your job. Things weren’t going well at work and it was to the point where you dreaded getting up in the morning because of it.

As you were trying to leave the small café a few blocks down from your office, you ran directly into the back of the person in front of you, spilling some of your coffee in the process.

“Shit! I am so so sorry, I didn’t get coffee on you did-” You stopped mid-sentence when you looked up to see a boy with a head full of curls and when he turned around, a face full of freckles.

Your mouth twitched up when you saw the boy grinning down at you.

“Freckles.” You stated, shaking your head.

“I don’t think you got coffee on me, but you may have bruised my shoulder.” He laughed out and you cracked an even bigger smile.

“I’m sorry. Something you didn’t learn that night is how clumsy I am.” You said while straightening your work clothes and trying to hide your blush.

“Alright, this is a small café far enough from where we met that you have to take a train. This has to be a sign - can I please have your name now?” He pleaded and you slowly shook your head.

“I’m sorry.” You breathed out, but then gave a soft smile. “Just wait. If-”

“It’s meant to be, it will be.” He finished for you and looked down at his shoes.

You leaned over and kissed his cheek, causing him to look up into your eye.

“I hope I see you around, Freckles.” You whispered and side-stepped by him and continued walking to work.

“Please be him.” You whispered to yourself and continued on with your day.

—————————————————————————————

*5 MONTHS LATER*

You nervously fidgeted with your blazer, anxious to meet your new co-workers. You had dressed up, not really sure about the type of environment working for a broadway company would entail.

You had left your old job when you were recruited by the manager of a theatre on broadway, The Richard Rodgers Theatre. At the time, the show Hamiltonresided there and looked like it had no means of going away with all the popularity it had generated. The theatre was benefiting immensely from the show and you weren’t quite sure why they needed you when business was so good, but you took the offer to help finance the theatre when it gave you the opportunity to leave your old job.

“Ms. (Y/LN), this is Lin-Manuel Miranda, the creator of Hamilton.” Your new boss introduced the two of you and you shook his hand.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, the success of the show is incredible.” You commented and he laughed.

“Thank you! I wasn’t really sure what to expect when creating the show, but the response is amazing.” You smiled as he continued on.

“The cast hasn’t started arriving for tonight’s show yet, do you want a look around?” He asked and you nodded your head eagerly.

Lin took you throughout the theatre from the view of the audience vs. the view on stage to all the passageways backstage.

You were walking down the hall listening to his story about the cast’s work in adapting to performing on broadway, when a voice snapped your attention away from him.

“Red?” The boy with curly hair and an infinite amount of freckles stood down the hallway looking at you questioningly.

You laughed lightly while shaking your head, fixing your gaze for a moment on the wall next to you, only to return your gaze back ahead of you and the boy still standing there.

“Freckles.” You breathed out, disbelief heavily present in your voice. He smugly smiled and before he could say anything, you began to walk towards him.

“(Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/LN).” You extended your hand out to the boy, grinning madly.

His eyes lit up like a child on Christmas morning as he shook your hand.

“Anthony Ramos.”  

Oh, God, I thought it was May (Peter Parker x Reader) (SMUT)

Request: Do you do smuts? If you can! Can you do one where is like…meaningful sex like you know😂 If not that okkkk❤️ Your writing is phenomenal by the way

A/N: I tried my best. You know, it doesn’t always work, but I try my best (yes, I just used one of Tom Holland’s quotes, and yes, I completely understand what he means)(hope you enjoy nonetheless)


One of your favorite things to do was visiting Peter when his aunt wasn’t home. You adored May, but when she was home, you and Peter didn’t usually have much intimacy, so when she was gone, you two used the apartment to just make out and sometimes even take it further.
This was one of the times when May was gone for the weekend because she was visiting a friend, and you took that as a chance to go to her house and surprise Peter.
When you reached her door, you opened it with her spare key, and right as you opened it, you saw Peter trying to take off his Spiderman suit, mostly making a mess out of everything.
‘It’s me, Pete’ you said with a small laugh.
‘Oh, God. I thought it was May’ he said, tired after trying to take it off.
‘What the heck are you doing with the suit on at home?’ you asked, walking up to him.
‘I’m trying to make it more comfortable -the more uses, the more elastic it gets’ he said, laughing a little.
You threw your arms around his neck and softly kissed him, smiling into the kiss. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer, moving his hands to your butt and giving it a little squeeze. Without letting go of you, he walked you to his room, softly laying you down on his bed. You knew he was trying to be soft, but that he was eager as well. He was trying to do everything soft and slowly, but he was also roaming his hands around your body. You arched your back, letting him take off your shirt, which he threw across his small room. He then took off your jeans, leaving you on your underwear. He was really excited, so you decided to tease him a little. You made him lay down, his chest pressed to the bed, as you slowly began to unzip his suit, kissing his back every now and then. When the zipper reached its end, you turned him around so he’d be looking at you, and you helped him remove the sleeves of the suit, sliding it then down his chest, and finally, down his legs, leaving him on his underwear.
You looked at his eyes and smiled. They were so full of love and admiration, just as yours.
‘I love you’ you whispered before kissing him again. He pinned you down to the bed and removed your underwear and his, his hands touching softly your stomach. You took his face in your hand and made him look at you again, and you gave him a small peck. You loved him, and he loved you.
He softly pushed into you, being as careful as the first time. You put your hands on his back, closing your eyes.
‘You are so beautiful’ Peter said before kissing you.
When you two were finished, you just laid there together, your face on his chest and drawing small patterns with your finger, while he was softly playing with your hair, kissing your forehead every now and then.
‘I love you so much, [Y/N]’ Peter said, and that was the last thing you heard before you two fell asleep.