#im so in love with him

[joshhutchersonsboyfriend]

ill never be able to date josh irl im gonna throw up im so sad

[hypnoneghoul]

MY BUG DRUMMER BOY

[scrollonso]

missing fernandos magic tricks rn

[nomicones]

Ghhhhrhhhh welt omg welt hi

[chrollos-crown]

you cannot convince me that reiner isn't the most gentlemanly gentleman of them all!!

i can just see him being the kind of partner that REFUSES to let your pretty little self do as much as lift a finger, i hope you enjoy being a passenger princess & a pillow princess. i can see reiner getting legitimately upset whenever u don't wait for him to come around the front of the car to open the door for you, a distinct frown forming on his lips and a pouty face that he decides to wear all day because how could you?!?!! and don't you DARE fall asleep on the ride home because he'll be more than happy to carry you inside like the gentle giant he is, refusing to let you walk on your own two feet regardless of if you wake up or not. Reiner's the type of partner that would almost always wake up before you so that he could make you breakfast as well as quietly set your fluffy robe & slippers at your bedside, ready to be worn once you wake up. ofc he can't forget your cup of coffee, the ratio of which he has seared into his brain, knowing just the right amount of sugar and creamer to add from watching you pour yourself a mug all these years. the man is ENAMORED with you!! one of his favorite things to do is watch your body slowly rise and fall as you sleep peacefully next to him in your shared bed. he almost always reaches out to move some stray hair out of your face and almost melts like putty once he notices the faint smile adorning your features. and after a long day of spoiling+pampering you, rei will plop down on your bed, not hesitating to smush you with his whole body weight. you can hear the burly man sigh while you run a hand through his blonde hair as he takes in a deep whiff of your scent, something he'll never grow tired of doing. he's your personal weighted blanket and teddy bear like a 2-for-1 (what a deal) and more often than not he'll be holding onto you all night long as if you'd disappear in the morning like a dream that's simply too good to be true. Reiner is the epitome of a golden retriever bf!!

[saulwexler]

jimmy after putting on a bulletproof vest: gonna do my pink shirt and froggy tie today:)

[the0racl30fd3lphi]

More than friends, less than lovers. x.t

pairing: xavier thorpe x gn!reader

summary: the whole hyde ordeal has faded slowly in the background as life carried on, the student body ready to grasp onto some new drama. luckily for them, a love triangle is exactly what they needed to fuel the gossip.

warnings: fluff, angst, love triangle (kinda)

a/n: y'all this idea literally came to me at 4 in the morning so please bear with me (as i also wrote it at the ass crack of dawn) i am so obsessed with percy and xavier and wanted to write this desperately, he is all i can think about.

word count: 1,727

part 2 part 3

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You hated this. This, stage, between what you were and what you could be. Xavier was your best friend. He always had been, truth be told. Yet as soon as he broke up with Bianca your relationship had a shift. Suddenly somethings had a deeper connotation, a hidden meaning. You didn’t hate it. In fact, this was exactly what you had been waiting for for years. Until She came along.

You didn’t hate Wednesday, unfortunately. She had done nothing to spark your anger. It wasn’t like she was purposely making Xavier adore her. It looked like she would rather be without it, being honest. But did it annoy the hell out of you that he was so enamored with her so quickly, when she did nothing to give the idea that she would reciprocate? And yet he seemed to not want to give up on her? While simultaneously leading you on, making you believe you might have a romantic future with him? And being oblivious to the pain it caused? It was the only thing you ever thought about.

Genuinely, you wondered how he could still be so obsessed with her to buy her a phone, after she wrongfully got him imprisoned. If that wasn’t a walking red flag you didn’t know what was.

You and Xavier had stayed close throughout this internal turmoil you went through. It hurt like a bitch, but you’d be damned if you lost him over a girl he liked. Suppressing your feelings wasn’t anything you were stranger to, there were other ways to get out your thoughts.

Something you did often, that you’d never tell him was how frequently you abused mimicking his ability. At first he had found it interesting and expressed he had no problem with you copying his habits. But if he knew what you used it for he’d probably be mad.

Each night, after leaving his dorm and sneaking back into yours, you drew a photo from that day. What he looked like when he smiled. How he laughed. Taking into extreme detail his face, scrunched, while watching a show together. Though you weren’t really watching the show so much as watching him.

You kept these drawings in a box, under your bed, all the way in the back. It was hidden enough to never be seen or touched by anyone. So you used the late Rowan’s telekinesis ability to bring it out and put it back. Was this a healthy coping mechanism? Oh not at all, seeing as some drawings that originated from the latest of nights and most intimate moments, would have made Wednesday blush. Of course it's all innocent, right up until you put it down on paper.

"Drawing lover boy again?" Your best friend Val, barked at you from across the room.

"Lover boy? That's a new one," you softly put the new drawing of him in the box, and back under your bed in the furthest corner. "Not such an accurate name this time, you're losing your touch my friend."

"Well you wish it was, so close enough in my book," She shrugs and jumps onto your bed.

"Close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades," you pull your laptop on your lap, and press play on your favorite show to watch together.

"You sound like your father," She gags and you playfully slap her arm before shushing her and cuddling into her side.

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It was lunch the next day, you had a free period the class before so you were waiting for Xavier to show up at your usual bench in the quad. He was taking a little bit longer than normal so you started early on your homework.

"If it isn't Xavier's little girl," she paused. "friend."

"Bye Bianca," you waved and put the volume up on your phone.

“Where is he this time? With Wednesday maybe?" she crossed her arms and smiled maliciously. "It's already started!" She laughed.

You tried to mind your business, she only ever wants to cause problems and you know this. "What's started?" you kept your eyes on your work, putting the volume lower to hear her better.

“He's bored of you. Just like when he got bored of me and you two got closer? He's onto Wednesday now, and done with you." She raised her eyebrows and put on an innocent doe-eyed look. "Well, anyway, have a good lunch!"

She walked away and went back to her friends. You didn't want to believe it. Would Xavier really replace you with Wednesday? He couldn't, he wouldn't. Even when he was dating Bianca, sure you hung out less, but you were still in his life. She was just trying to get in your head right?

“Sorry I'm late, got a little held up in class," He put his stuff down next to him and grabbed some food from the lunch you packed for the two of you. Cooking had become a stress habit for you, so nightly you sneak into the kitchens and prepare something for the next day.

“What kept you?" You put your stuff in your bag and grabbed a snack from the pile.

"Class, I said that didn't I?" He talked through a mouthful of food.

“Yeah but, what kept you? The teacher? Extra work?” you tried to press while eating your half of the lunch.

“Uh, just some extra credit work, wanna bring my grade up you know?” His answer was strained, and his eyes looked anywhere but at yours. So you followed his gaze, to Wednesday.

“Yeah, for sure,” You mumbled and went back to eating. Even if you wanted to escape him for another hour, to try and calm the thoughts in your head, you couldn’t. You two had the same class next period and you always walked together.

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The day felt strained, any conversation with Xavier fell off track and eventually died out too soon. It’d been too long since this pattern started. Ever since she came to Nevermore, things slowly got worse between you two. You weren’t as close as before and it killed you.

So like every night, afraid to break habit, you snuck out of Xavier’s dorm to hang out. Right before you were going to knock on the door you heard two hushed voices in the room.

“You can’t keep doing this Xavier, you’re hurting her.” a voice pressed him for answers, sounding upset.

“We’re fine, Ajax.” Xavier fought back, offended anyone would accuse him of doing anything to hurt you.

“How dense are you that everyone can see it, but you?” Ajax stressed the end of his sentence still trying to be quiet.

“See what!” Xavier was getting increasingly agitated.

Your grip on the handle faltered and it wiggled just loud enough for both boys to notice it. Suddenly the door was opening and you smiled sheepishly at Xavier, “Hi.”

“I’m gonna leave,” Ajax looked between the both of you and you moved out of the way for him to exit. He sent one last glance Xavier’s way before he closed the door and went back to his dorm.

“Sorry, did i interrupt anything?” You apologized, still feeling the tense air.

“No,” He ran a hand through his hair in the same manor that always drove you crazy. “Nothing important.”

And just as quick as your conversation, Xavier went to sketching as you made yourself comfortable in his bed with your book. How quickly he could make your heart speed up and then break it felt like a world record now.

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It’s been two weeks now since you accidentally overheard Xavier’s conversation with Ajax that night. Things hadn’t changed between you two, and you can’t figure out if that’s a good thing or not yet. Val had been pushing you to just confront him about your feelings. She knew letting them simmer inside was doing no one any good.

So on a night similar to that one fateful evening, you mustered up the courage to finally ask him what you meant to each other.

“Hey Xavi,” you asked, leaning slightly to the side now as he turned around from the mural he was painting on his wall to look at you. “What do I mean to you?”

He seemed to freeze, face tinting slightly rosier, whether it was blush or anger you didn’t know yet.

“What do you mean?” He dipped his brush in the cup he used to clean them, going right back to his art. It made you study his face, his posture, before continuing your question.

“I mean, I know what you mean to me. I know what i feel for you,” you felt emboldened by seeing him try and play off his nervousness watching him tense and straighten his back. “But I don’t know what I am to you.”

He paused and blinked, it looked like he was going to say something but he made no move to speak. After two minuets he finally opened his mouth, “Where is this coming from? You’re my best friend, you’re.. I..” He trailed off.

“But it’s more than that. More than friends,” he flushed pink, taking in a large gulp. “But less than lovers.” His grip turned white on the brush as he slumped slightly. Still he made no move to speak, so you turned away and went to collect your things. Nothing was said between you two as you packed up what you brought and slung your bag over your shoulder.

As you slipped out the door and into the shadows, mimicking a poltergeist you had once seen and turning yourself almost completely invisible. No one could even hear you breath and you floated through the halls back your dorm.

And in the faint night hair, before you left the wing his dorm was in, you could’ve sworn you heard him call your name and try to get your attention. But it was futile as you just sped up and got back to your dorm quicker.

Val said nothing as you slumped into your bed, rolling your stuff off the side and curling up with a blanket in your arms. She must’ve been able to infer what happened, and she climbed in next to you to hold you as you silently wept. Not even a shake ran through you as the tears fell. No one could hear the sound of your heart shattering that night.

[iheartjameshetfield]

inexperienced/virgin baby boy jason getting a blow job for the first time

JUST LOOK AT HIM!!!!!!

just imagine him being spread out on the couch, trying his hardest not to cum just at the sight of you on your knees and dragging his zipper down with your teeth.

you place open-mouthed kisses over his boxers, feeling him harden underneath your lips as you hum. already, he’s moaning, his hips lifting in impatience. you get the hint and waste no time to pull off the clothing, discarding it somewhere in the room.

while you drool over the sight of his pretty cock, your bring your hand up to start pumping him, the contact making him hiss. you pump slowly to tease him, but you start feeling bad when he already starts to whine.

“please..”

“tell me, baby, what do you want?” you question.

“i need you. please” he was so sweet with his answer, his cheeks reddening from the embarrassment and you decide not to keep him waiting anymore

you bring his tip to your tongue, delivering short licks to test out the waters. he lets out a soft “oh” when you take more of him in your mouth, trying his hardest not to close his eyes so he could see you.

you place kisses from the base of his shaft all the way to his tip, licking after. you inch down his cock until your lips are at his base, your tongue swirling around him. he lets out shuddered breaths, his hands grabbing the cushions to brace himself.

“oh fuck” he whines, scrunching his eyes shut before bulging them open again, tears springing the corner of his eyes.

slowly, your head bobs up and down while one hand lingers at his thigh, inching to his hips while you massage his balls with the other.

jason tries his hardest to keep his hands to himself, not wanting to hurt you by pulling your hair, but when you hum around him, he decides that it would be okay.

one hand reaches down to tangle in your hair as he nudges your head a little further down on him. your actions speed up when you feel him twitch in your mouth, letting you know he’s close.

as much as he tried to, jason eventually accepted the fact that when it comes to you, he doesn’t have any self control, so he let his other hand go to your hair as well, his hips thrusting into your mouth the same time he pushes your head down.

“sorry, shit i’m so sorry.” he cries, trying his hardest to refrain from using your mouth this way, but he just can’t stop :(( in between moans, he continues to apologize profusely, his face turning red as he watches your lipstick leave a stain on his base “fuckkk im so sorry, i just- shit your mouth feels so fucking good ohh” his words are high pitched as he hisses at the pleasure.

he feels bad when he gathers that the sound of your gagging only made him want to fuck your mouth even more, turning him on, but right now he had no time to feel guilty when you keep looking at him like that, pushing him to reach his orgasm.

“can i cum? please. please i need to cum in your mouth, i want it so bad please” he whines, more tears falling from his face.

you try not to die at the fact that he’s begging and instead you nod and hum in confirmation. his last few thrusts are harsh as he reaches his release, a few “ah ah ah”s fall from he lips

your knees buckle when his high pitched whimpers reach your ears as he empties himself into your mouth, his hands still pushing your head down. he’s still pushing his hips into your face, just a lot slower now that he’s all fucked out as he murmurs a bunch of “thank you”s to you

when he sees you visibly swallowing his cum, he becomes very aware of how sensitive he is, so he nudges your head off, a line of spit and cum still connecting you to his tip.

you smile, wiping your lips as you watch his chest heave, his body all tuckered out. you stroke his thighs, praising him and telling him how good he was, and just comforting him.

you get up and sit on the couch next to him and jason immediately falls limp into your arms, laying his head on your chest as you play with his curls, mumbling sweet words while you rest your cheek atop his head.

if me and jase don’t do this right now i’m going to make it everyone’s problem.

[gunsatthaphan]

#imagine not being head over heels for him 🤷🏼‍♀️

[crowleydimitri]

vladislav? baby dont hurt me, dont hurt me, no more.

[liliurfren]

the way i can draw this man with my eyes closed atp 😔😔

[girljeremystrong]

did you bring my corsage? and he gives her the finger 💘

[neytris]

my stomach did the thing omg

[cassiana-on-dark-side]

Rrrrrubish! 😆

Pink Floyd, David Gilmour

Studio Europa Sonor, Paris, France, December 1971.

[sleepy-mlm]

he's so fucking cute when he gets to talking. god i could listen to him all day.

[cringefailvox]

when he laughs himself silly <3