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somnambulic-thing · 3 months

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Long Way Home

Eddie x afab!reader || E, 2k ish

||established relationship, fluff, domestic, smut, intimacy, references to Pet Sematary by Stephen King (talk of burying/resurrecting a body), talk of crawling into somebody/nothing graphic, just nerds in love you know the flavor||

A/N: thank you @bettyfrommars and @allthingsjoeq for keeping me sane(ish) while I overthink shit for way too long. <3

The road ahead seems endless, winding on and on like a river of tar whose rigid monotony makes it feel like you’re hardly moving at all.

Your forehead rests against the cool window while your gaze rests on the Milky Way that peppers the clear night sky with its cool ethereal shine. From the speakers, a calm deep voice tells a story about a zombi cat and other atrocities, giving Eddie’s tired mind something thrilling to focus on while he steers the car through the wee hours of a Monday that will very likely be just as dragging as the long way home from the concert that lies behind you. Behind your eyes, moments of the night keep repeating, filling your chest with that special tingling that’s the euphoria of freshly made memories one never wants to forget. Next to you, something cracks, ripping you out of your thoughts, making you flinch before you turn.

“Fuck, Munson,” you groan. “Was that your neck?”

“Aye,” Eddie chuckles and rubs a knuckle over the bag under his eye while keeping both firmly on the road. You know there are copious amounts of willpower and maybe a little magic at work for him not to slam his foot to the gas to cut the last forty minutes down as much as physics and the engine allow. “M’ afraid I’m slowly decaying here.”

The back of your fingers trace over his cheekbone, his profile a sight to behold even in the dark, even with the night chipping away at him.

“I know a good place to bury you,” you say and his lips twitch as he swiftly glances at you.

“You maybe want to give that a second thought, sweetheart.”

“Ah,” you flick your hand dismissively. “You’ll be as good as new. A little stinky, maybe.”

“Aaaand plenty homicidal,” he laughs and combes a hand through his hair, leaving his bangs a little messy. “You’d do that for me?”

“F’course.”

You twist in your seat and reach into the back, fumbling around in the mess of clothes and snacks until your fingers graze the hard, smooth surface of what you’re looking for while Eddie rewinds the tape.

There’s a hiss as the rim of the bottle cap first bends and then gives way with a pop that synchronizes perfectly with the sharp click the play button makes under his fingertip. You pluck a straw out of an empty Coke bottle and transfer it into the full one and Eddie’s lips are already parted and waiting when you bend over in this well-practiced ritual. Not long and half the liquid is gone. Eddie releases the straw with an ahhh and you nearly choke on a laugh and a sip of your own when a happily belched thanks resounds inside the confined space of the car.

“Shit, keep missing that part,” he huffs and you rewind the tape before he can reach out to do so. “Love you,” he says with a tired smile in his voice and you press play again.

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The trailer park is quiet. So quiet that the silence feels heavy - almost like a scolding - after Eddie finally turns off the engine; or maybe it’s just the exhaustion pulling on your bones, it’s hard to tell.

Eddie slumps his head against the backrest and groans. A pale sliver of light illuminates the outline of his throat, stretched long and exposed, Adam’s apple moving languidly as he takes a deep deep breath and swallows a yawn.

You decide he deserves a treat, are fairly sure he needs one and so you lean in and trace the tip of your nose to the soft spot below his ear where you place a kiss that makes him shiver and tilt his head to the side; an invitation that never fails to rush your blood up to your cheeks and spread this warmth that he likes to kiss so much.

“More,” he hums, hand patting the air between you in search of your thigh. You lace your fingers together and smile into his skin, taking your time to breathe him in, to fill your head with that rush that is his scent. It’s been a long day and the proof lingers in his hairline, more earthy, laced with smoke and sweat; it’s the smell of adventure and time well spent.

A kiss won’t do. You have to taste him.

Baring teeth, you run the edge along salty skin before you sink them in, stirring a raspy groan that vibrates through his throat. A hand cups the back of your head, fingers twitching when you release him from your jaws, tugging with a sluggish impatience as you lick and kiss the bite to soothe. You comply, follow the quiet plea of heavy arms enveloping you to pull you in close. Knees bump as two rigid, tired bodies twist and shuffle to slot together as much as the interior of the car allows. He buries his face in your shoulder, lets himself sink against you and sighs; a heavy, muffled sound that speaks of the relief of being home.

Now you just have to get inside.

“Now for it! Now for the last gasp!” you quote his favorite Hobbit and wind your fingers into the hair on the back of his neck, your nails raking over his scalp in gentle encouragement.

The warmth of a pressed-out breath seeps through your jumper and travels down your spine. Eddie’s hands follow its trail, fingers flexing on your back to grab two fists full of fabric to hold on to. He turns his head enough to free his mouth from your shoulder.

“If you’re not going to carry me, dear Sam, I’ll need a minute,” he says and presses a kiss to your neck before he hides his face again.

Six hours until both of you have to get up and ready for work but you would give him one full hour if he asked for it.

The exhaustion weighing him down goes deeper than mere tiredness and stiffness of joints, is of that kind that comes after catharsis: two hours of violent drums, screaming guitars and eye-watering bass, of shouting ones heart out in an angry choir of strangers that had been kin for one night, a raging rampart between you and the world, a safe place to come out of hiding and get lost between hot, sweating bodies, to bruise and to be bruised in a collective exorcism that leaves mind and soul raw and sore but oh so light and clear.

It had hit him hard this time.

Your hands wander; fingertips rubbing circles into tense, aching muscles right at the back of his skull where you know a night like hits him hardest. Eddie huffs and sighs as you work your way down his neck until a long deep moan is your sign to pay that spot a little extra attention. It’s nothing short of intoxicating, the way he melts into you, his voice so close to your ear—

…oh fuuuck, right there…

— his hands on a quest of their own, gathering up the fabric on your back until the cool night air amplifies the heat of his palms on your skin. You trace your nose along the side of his face, straining your neck doing so; but not for long. Eddie lifts his head at last, brings your foreheads together, firmly, urgently, and a little groan sneaks in between the puffs of air that tickle on your lower lip; it’s almost a frustrated sound, as if he’s striving to overcome the layers of skin and skull separating him from you. His nails dig in below your shoulder blades, the sting sweet and the scratch even more so when he drags them down the length of your back like he’s using his last strength to claw his way into you.

You tilt your head and kiss him. Slow slow oh so slow is the slide of lips and hands, the teasing of teeth and tongues and soon there is more salt to lap from his hot throat and the hard line of his cock straining inside his pants.

“So,” he breaths heavily into your open mouth, “we gonna rock paper scissors out who’s gonna do the fucking or what?”

It’s more a snort than a laugh that leaves you and then the car is filled with giggles and the rustle of fabric as you peel yourself out of his arms. “Why waste time with three rounds of rock,” you say impatiently wiggling out of your long-car-ride-sweatpants and soaked car-make-out panties, “when we both know you’ll lose with paper anyway.”

“Lies,” he rasps and leans back in his seat. “Slander.”

A soft patch of light reveals hooded black eyes over a waning crescent smile and he palms himself while he watches you undress, hissing at the touch before he hooks his thumbs into both waistbands and shoves with everything he has.

Eddie is still shuffling in his seat when you wrap your hand around him; hot and hard and smooth. He yelps then groans and bites the back of his hand while you slowly slide his foreskin back and your thumb over the tip to spread the wetness waiting for you. “M’ not going to last ten seconds if you p-play with me like that, shiiit,” he grits out between his teeth as his hand wraps around your wrist like a plea for mercy. “Just fuck me, please? Just fuck me.”

His hold on you is desperate; impatient hands pawing and pulling as you climb him with such haste you bump your knee on the door and the steering wheel into your back. Impatient hands turn slow and soft as they move to soothe what's bound to bruise.

“You ok, little monster?”

“Perfect, doc.” You kiss the corner of his mouth, feel it twitch and curl and then part for a sharp breath as you reach down to guide him inside you.

Somewhere in his chest, pleasure and fatigue collide and vacate his lungs as a breathy “F-fuuuck,” that’s the sound of a man saved from certain death. You match it with a moan as you sink further down on him and shudder as he fills this aching, hollow place inside you while his nails leave little crescents on your skin.

“Slow slow slow slow slow…” he chants and drops his head to your shoulder. Softly huffed moans tickle your neck as you take him oh so slowly, pull his hair oh so slightly to make him kiss you oh so messily. He’s pliable, molds himself around your form and clings to you like a thin shirt in a downpour. A familiar heat spreads through your loins and up your belly while the glacial pace starts to burn in your thighs and makes them tremble.

“You close?” he pants, voice strained around the edges.

“Not yet… are you?— aaah—“ impatient hands grab your ass and push you down before he wraps his arms around you to keep you that way - full, oh so full of him it makes you gasp and squirm —

“Yeah,” he says, wet, hot mouth smushed into your cheek. “Need you to come first,” he slides a greedy hand in the tight space between you, “s’ my favorite thing, those little earthquakes inside of you—“

“Oh s-shit—“ you jolt, nerves set ablaze by words and fingers alike.

“Fuckfuckfuck feels like m’ halfway to your soul, just… just fucking grind on me, sweetheart— Christ, yes…”

And so you grind grind grind, keeping him buried oh. so. deep. and with a slight tilt of your hips and Eddie’s thumb on your clit your legs are trembling again.

It’s a desperate tangle of limbs, digging of teeth and nails, his hair in your mouth and your name in his over and over and the soft squeek squeek squeek of the seat that’s sticky against your chins and knees.

It’s not an eruption, when the heat has nowhere to go anymore, but a low, heavy rumble and as soon as the first wave rolls over you, Eddie lets go so you can go under together.

You still tense around his twitching cock when your bodies have ceased the writhing and twitching; the air is filled with dissonant panting and the heavy silence of a night that’s much closer to dawn than to dusk.

Eddie’s lips rest on your pulse, nose smushed against your jaw. No teeth; even the last bite has left him now. His head dips in that tell-tale way and he makes a long, low sound that turns into a yawn.

“Dn’t wanna m’ve…” he mumbles.

“M’neither.”

So you don’t.

Not until his cock is soft and slowly slipping out of you and you’re fuzzy with the promise of deep blue slumber. When your state of undress has been reversed, the mess on the seat smudged somewhere on the back of Eddie’s pants, he leans in for one more kiss.

“Guess y’ can carry me in now.”

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#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic #Eddie Munson smut #my fic

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tammog · 1 month

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NEW MONSTER PROM TRAILER HAS A MIMIC CHARACTER

DATEABLE MIMIC CHARACTER AHHH

THEY FINALLY DID IT

THEY JUST KEEP WINNING

I LOVE THEM I WANT THEM CARNALLY

#Monster prom #Monster prom 4 #Monster con?#Monster fuckers rejoice

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northernfireart · 7 months

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if at all possible I would love to see more fourteen 🥹 I love that tired old man so much and your art is amazing ❤️

AHHH thank you AND THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS!!! I have been doing some stuff with 14 anyways just because how much im excited for the 25th....AND A NEW TRAILER JUST CAME OUT.

im so so excited help I as well drew this bc im on a roll for screenshot redraws

and a little whiteboard bonus

#i think i blacked out when drawing last one #because i only remember photographing it but not drawing #do yall hyperfixations ever get like that #doctor who #tenth doctor #10th doctor #14th doctor #fourteenth doctor #dr who #doctor who fanart #dw fanart #dw #doctordonna #doctor donna #donna noble #doctor x donna #northernfire art #david tennant

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ladysroom-zaza · 29 days

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hehe 🤭since we’re here….tripleS. g!pseoyeon x fem!25th mem reader

- mya (p.s i’ll be back for naky)

[Hello @1luvkarina bestie, I waited exactly for today for doing this request, which better moment than comeback day?🤩 And for everyone else go check Girls never die MV and Assemble24 album, it's a musical masterpiece and the girls are amazing]

You finally did it, you had to wait for almost two year but you finally were chosen as last member of the group. You were feeling the happiest you've ever felt, you were going to meet some of your favorite idols and, from today, your new members.

The first was amazing, all the girls were so kind and welcoming, and they were so curious towards you; especially Seoyeon, S1, seemed to never leave your side for some reasons. You thought it was just her warm nature, but actually she was just marking the territory.

She never stopped to think about you since your debut trailer and now it was time to claiming what she wanted. "We should sleep in the same bed tonight, I think fans would love to see the first and the last member to join the group sleeping together", she proposed to you and to the managers, and, of course, they loved the idea.

After dinner you two went under the blankets hugging cutely and sharing soft and affectionate words. Then you girls received the warning the camera were finally off, so Seoyeon made her move.

What was a simple back hug till that moment transformed in miss S1 grinding her hard shaft against your ass. It was surely shocking, but it would be a lie to say you were not appreciating those attentions.

"I couldn't wait more for you to join us, to join me, I was going crazy, I needed you so bad", she said with a seducing low tone in your ear; in the meanwhile she had pulled out her erection and was now rubbing it between your thighs.

"Let me have you this first night, I'll take good care of you", she kept saying, moving her hands under your shirt and caressing your tits, playing with them, groping them. You were so wet for her, her cock moving between your legs was making you so desperately needy.

"Fine...fine, I'm yours, take me", you agreed, pulling your shorts off enough to let her cock penetrate your pussy. Just by the rubbing you didn't understand how much girthy and big she was, you could feel her stretching you from the tip to the base.

"Mmh, baby girl, you are so tight for me", she whispered, enjoying the warmth of your pussy. She slowly started to move her hips, letting her cock pound you and hit your weak spots.

"Ahhh...Seoyeon... you're gonna make me unable to dance for how much you're breaking me", you admitted, covering your moans with the pillow to not wake up the other members.

"Don't worry, I'll defend you in that case but don't ask me to go easy on this amazing pussy", she answered, fastening in her movements, her crotch was constantly slapping your booty cheeks.

"I'm going to full you so much, just wait", she warned you kissing your neck; now her hands were on your hips, pulling you closer at every thrusts in order to go even deeper and stronger inside you.

"Come on, baby girl, let everyone in this dorm know who owns you", she growled, her coming climax making her more aggressive. The pleasure was too much, making your brain numb and more accepting of her horny requests.

"Seoyeon owns me...aaaaaah", you moaned loudly in the dark of that quiet forma, while the original member was shooting her warm seed inside you, making you cum all over her fat dick.

"Sleep well, my precious S25, we have a lot of fun days and night in front of us", she whispered, before falling asleep together, in that exact position, with her cock still inside you. For sure tomorrow would be an interesting morning, I'm sure that the other 23 members had even more questions to do now.

#kpop thoughts #girl group x reader #kpop smut #kpop x fem reader #girl group smut #kpop girls #g!p idol #triples seoyeon #triples smut #triples x fem reader #triples x reader #seoyeon smut #seoyeon x fem reader

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penny-anna · 6 months

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ok some actual thoughts on The Giggle now i've had a few days to digest it:

STUFF I LIKED:

'spice up your life' dance sequence absolutely mesmerising. could not look away from the screen. incredible.

melanie bush!! ahhh this was so sweet. the reunion scene was pitch perfect. after Power of the Doctor (which was also pitch perfect just in a different way) really nice to see an old companion w a more upbeat relationship w the Doctor. also liked that they explained how she got back to earth that was fun.

into all the creepy puppet stuff. esp into the guy who straight up got turned into a puppet that was fucked.

liked the new persona for the Toymaker!! was a little :S at the german accent in the trailers but in context it was like OH he's doing this on purpose. okay. should've given RTD more credit that was a smart move.

DELIGHTED to see so much Ncuti Gatwa. honestly that was where the episode really picked up for me. loved seeing him run around his his underwear. love that he's got a jukebox in his TARDIS.

in isolation loved the idea of the incoming & outgoing doctors getting to meet face to face and hug it out i thought that was a really nice new spin on a regen scene <3

also in isolation, have long been of the opionion that Tennant's exit was needlessly bleak so i was looking forward to seeing him get a more upbeat regen and it did deliver on that for sure ljdlkghfdlskg

STUFF I LIKED LESS:

i already talked about & reblogged various posts about the bigen so i will not belabour the point too much dfjkghdflk. mixed feelings suffice to say.

i THINK this regen was like. kind of Sensitive as there was always going to be a demographic of people who'd be consciously or unconsciously unwilling to accept Gatwa as the new Doctor and as a result i think in this specific instance that ending was a. bad way to go. it leaves wriggle room for people who don't want to accept Gatwa for racist reasons. I'm 100% down for Gatwa and as i was watching it i could feel myself struggling to connect w him bcos Tennant was still there. iunno reserving full judgement on this for now bcos hopefully the christmas special will smooth things over a bit.

much as i loved seeing her not sure why Mel was there? like this is barely a complaint bcos im down to just have classic companions show up but. why was Mel there

other people have already said this but honestly it did not fully deliver on the Toymaker. feel like he's a character w a HUGE amount of potential and he didn't uh. do all that much.

also this is VERY PETTY but given that the Toymaker has appeared a bunch in the EU it would have been nice to like leave it more ambiguous how many times they've met previously? if that makes sense? i wouldn't expect the show to canonise any EU content but they didn't have to go out of their way to say that the Doctor and the Toymaker have only met once previously.

as i have implied previously not a fan of how UNIT is being portrayed. would like to see them treated more ambivalently tbph.

in conclusion:

had a good time!!

all in all think this was the weakest of the 3 specials but it did have a hard job to do wrapping everything up. however did provide a lot of fun stuff to Chew on. ah well.

#doctor who

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inkblot22 · 3 months

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Can You Keep A Little Secret? 2

Dreamworks films have no right having such good soundtracks. The whole time I wrote this I listened to this and this. The second one isn't a Dreamworks song, but Scary Bitches is such a good band and I want more people to know about them tbh. The first song also is not about me, as I am neither big nor chunky, but hey, who doesn't love someone who is big and chunky? I'm sure everyone can relate to that song as either the person singing or the person being sung to. Dividers made by @/cafekitsune.

Similarly to the last part, this fic is aimed at sort of anyone, but the reader's physical body has afab features. It's not really mentioned in this chapter, but it will come into serious play later.

TW for: lots of confusion, semi-shy reader, MORE creep behavior, a lot of introspection in this chapter, one (1) weird middle-aged man, reincarnation. These warnings will get worse, and this takes place when all characters are 18+.

Part 1 here!

Monday comes with the regular stress. You slept like a newborn and your new mom came over to congratulate you. She’s sweet, but her excitement was not contagious. If anything, it just stressed you out more. At least she made dinner when she came over. Always excellent when you don’t have to do that on your own.

On Sunday, you make a night of getting ready for your doom tomorrow. Your agent sent you an email on Friday, including the shot location.

Monday morning, you call up your new father, who apparently wakes up every morning at four to relax before he has to be productive, and he sends over Devin and a car to take you to the set. Devin, as it turns out, is an elderly man with cataracts and your father’s trusted chauffeur. You aren’t convinced as he takes turns way too hard, your cupcake-shaped backpack sliding on the back seat. When he drops you off, he hands you a hard candy and wishes you a good day before he takes off speeding. The candy looks like it’s older than you. You slip it in your pocket.

You imagine you’re lucky, since when you walk up to the tents, you don’t see Epel. You’re not ready for the rollercoaster of emotions he inspires in you. Instead is a group of three people around your age- college kids- and a grouchy-looking middle-aged man. You take a nervous seat on one of the nearby stools.

You were certain you’d been silent, but as soon as you’re settled, the whole groups’ heads snap to stare at you. A woman with ocean-green hair walks over and holds out her hand.

“My name isn’t important right now, ohmygod it’s so nice to meet you!” She squeals, shaking the everloving fuck out of your arm, “Oh, who am I kidding? My name is Belle!”

“Uh… nice to meet you, Belle?” You say, smiling awkwardly.

“Ahhh! You’re not mean at all! Those tabloids don’t know what they’re talking about. Who believes that greasy, gossipy shlock anyway, huh?” She talks a mile a minute.

Another woman with dark hair walks over, smiling somewhat awkwardly, “Belle, you’re scaring the poor thing. I’m Argon. Yes, like the gas. No, I don’t have IBS.”

You’re not sure why she decided to clarify that, but it’s not your problem. The third person and the middle-aged man stroll over.

“I’m Starlo. You’ll be in these meaty paws today.” The middle aged man says. It’s not a pleasant introduction, and if anything, it makes you want to turn tail and run.

You nod along regardless, and the other man jabs out his hand, “Pepper.”

“It’s nice to meet all of you.” You say politely.

Belle drags you out of the stool and towards a trailer, the only one on the lot. She shoves you in and you feel the want to leave grow stronger.

She’s so bubbly. She talks fast and she talks with her hands, “This is you and Epel’s dressing room! I know it’s not ideal, so that’s why it’s got a divider. He’s a gentleman anyway, so it doesn’t matter, I’m sure. Starlo will be in shortly to do some makeup tests, and then once Epel gets here, we’ll go over the script and the visions we have, and then that’s all for today. I’m so excited to work with you guys. Oh! That’s right! We were gonna go to that traditional Scalding Sands place after we’re done here. I don’t have your contacts, but if you wanted to come along, that would be amazing. You seem so sweet.”

You’re legitimately unsure how to respond to any of that. She also seems very sweet, and you really don’t want to get stuck in a coffee shop with Epel afterwards. Unfortunately, as she was speaking, the devil himself showed up. You didn’t notice him at first, but you felt your skin crawl when he did. He's got his silky lavender hair pulled off of his shoulders in a little tail at the nape of his neck. You open your mouth to say that you’d love to get shawarma with this motley crew, but he beats you to it.

His pretty blue eyes never leave yours, “Oh, you’re just a peach for offering, but we’ve already got plans.”

Belle spins around to face him, screams, and swoons. You manage to stumble forward and catch her, and Epel’s smile drops as he slinks across the room, spins one of the crappy foldable chairs around, and plops himself into it, elegantly resting his ankle on his knee. For all of two minutes, he just stares at you as you lay Belle down, stuffing some fabrics under her feet, and fanning her face.

When Belle comes to, his smile is back. She jumps to her feet and begins fawning over him, shaking his hand just as excitedly.

“Hi! I’m Belle! Oh, my god, you’re even prettier in person, and ooh, you smell so nice too.”

Epel laughs, but it doesn’t hit your ears right. Belle eats it up and you glance at the door. She’s got him distracted. It would be so easy just to leave, to feign an illness and walk to the nearest cornerstore so you could call a taxi or a rideshare.

You’re not lucky, though, as Starlo strolls in just as you’re about to go for the door, “Belle, what the hell are you doing? Argon and Pepper are waiting for you.”

She literally squeaks like a mouse and waves a quick goodbye. Starlo grabs you by the arm and deposits you in the other foldable metal chair, clearing his throat repeatedly as he pulls over a stool and drags out an industrial size makeup kit.

The first makeup that he swatches both tingles and is way too light a color for your skin tone. You blink rapidly, unsure if you should say anything.

“You gonna get the same thing you always do?” Epel asks.

“What?” You turn your head to look at him.

He’s wearing a patient expression, but like always, it feels artificial. “From that bagel place.”

“Uh… I-I’m sorry?”

“I know you didn’t forget. I’m taking you to brunch after all this.”

“Uh… haha, yeah.” You don’t know what you always get from the bagel place.

Starlo daubs something else on your arm. It’s cold, but it looks really pretty on your skin.

The “you” that everyone has been expecting sounds like an outspoken, opinionated person who was consistently late or absent from various responsibilities, and if your new mom is anything to go by, neglecting their own health. You almost wish you had a bit more to go off so you could start acting like this you, but you’re not too keen on speaking your mind with people you don’t know. Your entire life has been hit with a cosmic “reset from most recent save” button, and if you dare to mention it to anyone, you’re in for a whole new set of problems.

Whatever Starlo just put on your arm burns. You yelp and jerk away, and he grabs your wrist. You think it’s instinctive, but his grip is nothing to sneeze at.

“What’s the matter?” Starlo asks.

“I- You’re crushing my wrist.” You mumble, “And I don’t know what that last one was, but it burned.”

“It burned?” He pulls out a bottle of the wrong shade of foundation and looks at it, “Huh. No wonder. Damn thing is expired.”

“Why are you even using that one?” Epel asks. Although his tone sounds innocent, the question is outright confrontational, “It’s way too dark.”

“Are you the makeup artist here, son?” Starlo shoots back.

“I usually do my own makeup. I know it’s not the same, but anyone with eyes can see that you’re going about your business the wrong way.”

You keep your lips sealed. What are you even supposed to say here? Other than that last product, he’s been fine. His hand on your wrist feels crushingly uncomfortable, of course, but he’s not doing any of this on purpose. You skimmed the script, but you’re not really sure what the story is about. It’s all of your jobs to try to make it come together, and if that means that you’re going to be wearing a foundation two shades too dark for you, then perhaps that’s what art is. As you were thinking, Starlo let go of your wrist in favor of getting in Epel’s face.

“-no two-bit, fucking stuck up little prick like you is gonna tell me how to do my damn job. You understand?”

Epel is smiling sweetly even as the older man’s spittle is spraying him in the face. He stands up, and Starlo steps back, as though expecting Epel to start swinging. Instead, he walks over to you, grabs your hand ever so delicately. The contact makes your skin crawl as he yanks you to your feet.

“You should apologize before the two of us walk off set right now.” He said, still smiling.

You can’t just walk off set. You don’t think you can, at least. Your agent was so excited for the positive PR this would create, and this is genuinely not a big deal, “Wait-”

Starlo’s eyes narrow, and it hits you that maybe he sees what you see when you look at Epel. A two-faced creature masquerading as a man. You’ve seen one of his sides clearly, but you’re certain you haven’t seen all of the other one, even when he called you on Thursday. It’s like seeing someone standing at the end of a hallway with their back to you: the sight is enough to give you chills, but you aren’t able to see the knife that the person is holding in front of them. That sort of thing. You’re aware of the danger, but can’t comprehend the depth of it.

Despite all, Starlo acquiesces, showing his palms and shaking his head, “Yeah, I’m sorry. Doctor says I gotta work on my temper.”

“You do.” Epel responds flatly, releasing your hand and reclaiming his seat.

The rest of the test is short. Starlo is pretty competent, and he makes it quick and sweet.

That seems to be the theme for the rest of the day. Starlo remains in the trailer to dispose of a few expired things and note down what you had reactions to, while you and Epel meet up with Belle, Argon, and Pepper to talk about the short film.

It’s going to be a story of lovers, unfortunately, but you get to play the part of the dead one. The story goes that your and Epel’s characters came out here to camp, but you froze to death in the night. Epel returns to the campsite every year in your memory, and you return from the land of the dead in his. On the night shown in the film, you finally bump into each other, and through the emotional reunion, you spend one final night camping together.

Epel smiles and nods along with what the three film students say, all too eager to whisk you away as soon as the first shooting date is scheduled and you have an extra copy of the script in your sweaty hands.

He drags you towards a very cute little compact car in candy apple red and opens the door for you. You don’t want to get in, but you also don’t want to call Devin. You take a seat and he closes the door. As you’re buckling up, he gets in the driver and starts the car, just sitting there for a second before he buckles and backs out of the lot, his arm on the back of your seat.

You look out the window and Epel grunts, his voice no longer sweet and charming and fake, “What the hell’s wrong with you?”

You turn your head sharply, “What?”

He sighs, drumming his fingers on the wheel as he blinks. You wonder if he’ll leave it at that until later, and then he says, “You’ve been acting real weird. You been talking to someone?”

“What are you talking about?”

He narrows his eyes in a glance at you, and then he swerves the car in a wrong turn. “I think you know. People don’t change overnight. Where were you that week no one could get ahold of you?”

“I was… in my apartment?”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment. You’re in the city by now, the sun reflecting off of the skyscrapers’ windows in an aggressive manner, “And over the course of that week you decided you didn’t like being a bitch no more?”

“I don’t-”

“Every time I saw you, for years, it was the same thing.” He turns again, going in a circle around the block, “Same shit. Every day. Making fun of my upbringing, like I didn’t know you barely had one, calling me everything out of my name, and now suddenly you’re…”

His voice trails off. You contemplate throwing the door on your side open and jumping out of the car. You absolutely do not need this. You’re already stressed out.

“Well… suppose I shouldn’t complain. I do like you better this way.” He mutters. “But way back when, when you pulled shit like this, it was because you were plotting something. That your game now? You-”

“I… I’m sorry for being so mean to you in the past.” You’re not apologizing for anything you did, but you’re grasping aimlessly trying to de-escalate this one-sided conversation. He’s driving. If you don’t do something, he could decide to swerve off the road and kill you both, “There was no reason for it.”

He’s silent for a moment, and then he says, “That… means a lot. I already forgave you. Told myself I wouldn’t quit trying to be friends. Guess it paid off, huh? I’m sorry for getting angry when we talked, Thursday before last.”

You don’t like that at all. It sort of feels like he’s not saying everything, like you should know what he’s talking about. You don’t. You weren’t living in this body Thursday before last. You nod and look out the window, “Uh… I appreciate it.”

You don’t actually care, but you’re a good actor. You’ve already decided that you’re going to just go along with Epel’s brunch and then you’re going to pretend he doesn’t exist outside of work. Frankly you’re unsure why the person who used to live in this body had his number or interacted with him for years, evidently.

Epel parks and you have a minor crisis as you try to figure out what you typically get from this bagel shop. It doesn’t matter anyway, since he orders you a large caramel iced coffee and a blueberry bagel with cream cheese. That’s such a basic order, but it’s simple enough to be good. You sit quietly and eat, not interested in making conversation.

Epel clears his throat. He’s quiet, but he’s talking in that schooled version of his voice again, “You ever hear back from that breeder?”

“Uh… the what?” You narrow your eyes.

Epel is leaning on his hand, a sweet little smile on his lips as he looks at you. Seven, you want him to look away, “The sphynx cats. You said you sent them an email a while ago during that meeting we had with Mirelle after our big public argument.”

“Oh. I haven’t checked.” You didn’t know you should have. You take a sip of the iced coffee and look out the window.

Epel hums and a stranger walks over, grinning, “Oh my goodness! It’s actually you! Can I have your autograph, Mr. Felmier?”

“Oh, just Epel is fine. Sure!” He’s all smiles as he interacts with the fan, but as soon as they’re gone, his face falls and he nudges your hand, “C’mon, I’ll walk you home.”

“O-oh, no, that’s alright-”

“You want to make another big scene?”

You force a smile and grab your iced coffee, following after Epel. He nudges your hand with his own, but you pull your hand away, covering it up with adjusting your clothes and holding your nearly empty coffee cup with both hands. Your hands are slick with more than just condensation.

You’re all too aware of your surroundings, especially the way that he somehow knows the key code to the door of your apartment building to get you in without a fob. You pause in the lobby.

“Thanks so much for walking me back, Epel. See you tomorrow.” You smile and turn to walk towards the stairs.

Epel grabs the back of your shirt and tugs you back a bit. You stumble against him and he frowns at you.

His expression should tug at your heartstrings, and yet… “You’re not gonna invite me up?”

This poses a dilemma. There are a few people watching this interaction. You can’t afford to make any type of scene, but you absolutely do not want to be alone with him. While you don’t know him well, your body does. Something also tells you that he’s a bit of a danger to be around in general. Call it a gut instinct.

“Uh… Well, maybe you could walk me to my door?” You have no intention of letting him in your apartment.

His eyes narrow ever so slightly, but he smiles regardless, and loops his hand through your sweaty one, strolling confidently towards the stairs.

About as soon as he lets go of your hand to ascend the stairs, you bolt up the stairs, your palms slapping against the dirty concrete to keep you from bashing your face. You’re glad you didn’t wear pumps today as you get to the third floor, careening down the hallway and fumbling your keys as you shakily unlock the door. You lock it behind you, slumping to the floor.

Tomorrow is gonna suck absolute ass for you.

#twisted wonderland #tw: dark content #disney twst #tw: dark themes #tw: yandere #yandere #twst #anon answered #yandere epel x reader #epel felmier #twst epel #twisted wonderland epel #yandere epel felmier #epel felmier x reader #tw reincarnation #tw confusion #tw creepy #reincarnation

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Notes on the JWCT Trailer

This will include spoilers and also my possible theories for events that will happen in the show so if you don't want to read that then keep scrolling.

Why is future Brooklynn always shoving her face into cameras?? Fits her character, I guess. In all serious, I love her new design even if it's only for a few seconds, the hair suits her face really well.

ALSO SHE'S DEAD????? I mean I had a feeling that if it were to be one of the campers it be her, but to have it confirmed is insane.

I secretly believe she's not dead and I might make another post about that. Unless we actually see her die I won't believe it.

Darius is never going to escape this guilt and the pressure of being responsible for the lives of others, is he? Give my baby a break.

Also I'm so used to referring to the campers as my babies but now they're grown ass adults that are significantly older than me, like what?

I'm excited to see what's actually going to be on Dark Jurassic bc we know people are tracking dinosaurs but I want to know all of the crazy conspiracies.

Why are they after the campers? That's my biggest question. I truly can't wait to see who's hunting them and why.

AHHH the rest of the campers are 100% confirmed. It was kind of obvious after the leaks and the show description but actually seeing them is making me feel some kind of way.

YASAMMY. As for if Sammy and yaz are still together, that's what I'm interested in. The way Ben was talking, it seems like everyone is separated, which would include Sammy and Yaz. It's possible that they could be physically together but I feel like that it would also make it way more easier to track everyone down if two of the three people were already with each other. This doesn't necessarily mean that they're now separated, they could always just be doing long distance or whatever. My theory is that Yaz and Sammy broke up at one point--Why? I don't know--just to make the separation/isolation between the campers more drastic but then that classic thing will happen where the two characters part of a larger group have broken up but are forced to regroup with everyone else, and therefore each other, and it's awkward at first, especially with the close proximity but then they begin to rekindle their relationship and make amends. Sometimes that ends with one of them dying at the end but praying that won't happen. If they're not together then this is the only alternative I'll take. Sammy and Yaz do seem to be very cutesy in the later scenes so it doesn't seem tooo out of reach.

The scene where Ben's van is driving along a road is giving major Texas vibes -> Sammy?? My guess is that she's the first they go to find.

I love Sammy's new design; her outfit just feels like her and the pink hair ends are everything I need. An homage to Brooklynn maybe? We all know Sammy was her biggest fan.

Also the clip of her seems to be like a fair or something which makes sense but it also looks like a couple of things are knocked over like a pole and a bucket. Also she's taking up a defensive stand. Could there have been like a county fair that was attacked by dinosaurs? That's what I'm thinking.

Kenji's design is cool. I don't have much to say about it but it feels like him enough. My boy is also getting active, I see. Is that his coping mechanism? Such a stark contrast to the lazy boy we once knew.

Yaz's new design I like. She's my favorite so I feel like I might me most critical about her design. Her hair is super cute but it's also taking a bit to get used to because in one clip she reminded me of Marinette from Miraculous Ladybug and I can't unsee it but it looks great in her first clip. I love the bangs. I'm curious about the background in that clip, I wish we got to see more of it. It looks sort of like a metal fence so could she be in Texas with Sammy. Later, I'm going to propose a theory that might oppose this idea though.

The next scene with the mysterious man is interesting. Is he one of the guy hunting them? The phone also seems to pink which does't seem like a color he would have. You want to know who would have a pink phone?? BROOKLYNN. I saw a theory by @snaileo which I like, that it's Brooklynn's phone which seems plausible. Perhaps it could be directly after Brooklynn's been attacked and sent that video to the others (Ben?) to warn them. So now the campers would know they're being hunted or whatever which could be the potential "problem" the guy is talking about. Just an idea.

I can't fucking wait until May 24th

The next scene definitely has to take place on Sammy's ranch. It's got that Texas terrain and there's also those pasture fence things and Sammy's in the scene. (And Bumpy too??? FUCKING YESSS). She also kind of moves in front of Ben and Darius like, "who the fuck is coming to my ranch??" Maybe I'm just overanalyzing that but we do know Sammy gets defensive over her ranch. Ben and Darius probably went to her first by the looks of it as Kenji and Yaz aren't pictured. Anyways, I'm so excited to see this place that Sammy committed corporate espionage for.

The scene with Ben in the kitchen place area talking about the raptors has a bunch of boxes in the background. I'm thinking this might still be Darius' cabin but the walls and general atmosphere seem a lot lighter. It could just be because it's day in that scene. Whoever's place it is, the boxes likely either mean that somebody's just moved in or that whoever lives there is prepared to leave at a moment's notice which is why I think it's Darius' cabin. At the same time, the door that's seen for a split second on 0.25 (yes that's the speed I'm watching it at, they're lucky I can't go slower) doesn't seem like a door that would belong in his cabin. It kind of reminds me of an RV. I do have to go and re-watch the teaser trailer to remind myself of what his cabin looks like. But if it's not Darius' place then who could it be? It could be Kenji's place because he looks all comfortable on the bed but then again, it's Kenji, he'll make himself comfortable anywhere. Maybe it's where Ben is staying. I'm probably looking way too deeply into this location but I need to know every detail until the show comes out.

The next scene obviously takes place in Sammy's house/ranch. One, she's there. Two, the overall home has that western/southern vibe to it, like with that swinging door thing. Three, if you look closely enough, there's a sign that says, "love hard, ranch harder," which, honestly that's definitely something that would be in Sammy's house. Four, if you still need proof, the thing she knocks over is a pitch fork thing which is very farmer-y. Also that door that she runs out of? That is a southern-door if I've ever seen one. Im jk but also I'm not. I wonder if this is happening before or after Ben and Darius arrive there. I want to say it's after because of the, "they found us," that precedes the scene but if so, where are they in that moment? An idea I have is that this scene happens first, and as she's running, she stumbles upon those two which is where we have that other scene where the car is driving up which could be the people who are handling/using the raptors. Edit: probs wrong bc the sky/times don't match

I cannot read maps for the fucking life of me. Does anybody know what it's of? I wonder where, when, and how Sammy acquired that map from Brooklynn because it could likely mean that Brooklynn had more contact with people before she "died." I just really want to find out the mystery surrounding her death/disappearance. What does the note say, hmm?

I ran out of space so I have to make a Pt.2 lmao

#jurassic world chaos theory #jurassic world camp cretaceous #jwcc #jwct #jwct spoilers #ben pincus #darius bowman #brooklynn jwcc #(what's brooklynn's last name will we never know?)#kenji kon #sammy gutierrez #yasmina fadoula #yasammy #i'm spiraling #can you tell #somebody sedate me #analysis #looking way to deeply into stuff

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nerdylittleguy · 1 year

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Transformers Earthspark theory - how Knockout could actually be Mr Smelt

....or ideas about it, anyway. Enjoy my observations!

So uhh here's where the neurodivergent urge to consume media and hyperfixate on it has lead me! Please, feast your eyes on my flow chart/ mind map of madness™.

I know the text is really small, if you click and zoom it could be easier to read. I did try to split the original image into quarters, hope that makes it a little easier to read. However, if anyone needs a transcript I'll do my best to sort it out, my only concern is that I have no clue how to link ideas if they're just bullet points (the idea of having a way to link ideas is what lead me to make this in this format :) )

Perhaps a bit of an explanation as to what lead to this?

A few weeks ago, I saw the Earthspark season 1 part 2 trailer and hey... Who's that?? Breakdown?? Of course, I immediately wanted to watch what existed of the series so far, and imagine my pleasant surprise when I heard Knock Out's (tfp) VA voiced a side character!

Anyway, I started watching the series, finished it in 3 days, cried tears of happiness over Nightshade's pronouns (for those of you who say representation doesn't matter, it does. You probably just feel represented), fell in love with Megatron, etc etc. But imagine my absolute, brain-rotting madness when I couldn't find episode 7 on youtube!

Meh, like that would stop my theory brain. Using various episode summaries I found on youtube (first and foremost this one, as it was short and had good attention to detail! But if anyone has any recommendations for other good summaries feel free to let me know), I started to slowly make a mindmap. That evening I found @transformers-earthspark's blog and the where-to-watch resources... Firefly I cannot thank you enough!!! You're literally amazing!! You have no idea how happy I was to find ep 7!! You do so much, give yourself a pat on the back and a nice snack :))

Anyways, armed with my new access to ALL the earthspark episodes (1 - 10, anyway, as only they are available atm), I remade some of my mindmap, added to it, made more points. Over the last few weeks (aka less than two) I polished my mindmap, did some colour-coding, added images, links, details etc until it could apparently fit on an A3 sheet?? What??? So many ideas from silly old me??

Obviously, I don't think I'm completely right. As a matter of fact, I think I made many assumptions and links that were a very big stretch (blame this overactive imagination of mine. I keep thinking of potential plot lines and then forgetting that actually, I made them up and they're not canon). However, I hope I made a few points that will inspire someone to make their own theories, or just have fun thinking!

Apologies if this all sounds garbled or if it's difficult to understand, I am tired and I have two languages running around in my head (that I'm fluent in, I've also tried to learn 5 others. Lingual hell!!!)

Have a good day/ night and enjoy the theories!

Also a quick note and thing to add: I wrote this on Monday the 27th (I draft just about everything in my notes ok), before I woke up on Tuesday and saw the new images from the episodes, including the one with Breakdown!! AHHH!! /pos So I guess I was right about something? And I mean... Breakdown and a theme of racing in one episode? If this is a coincidence and Knockout is not chilling somewhere in the background then I don't know what to say.

#transformers earthspark #earthspark theories #knockout tfp #mr smelt #transformers knockout #knockout #breakdown transformers #tfe #earthspark #earthspark spoilers #or leaks anyways?? of the new eps #kobd #i suppose so - if not them i wouldn't have done so much digging #is it 'knockout' or 'knock out'??? i guess we'll never know

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fuckyeahgoodomens · 1 year

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Hi! Firstly, I live for and love your blog! Secondly, do you think these pictures in the posters might be related to the vinyl recently shown in the new teaser trailer?

If so, i also thought the book was important and it could be talking about the road Crowley is driving on

In order to get to the Jukebox that is in Scotland at the Resurrectionist Pub.

okay thought I would share!

Ahhh I’m so excited.

Hiya! :) Thank youu, very happy you like the blog ❤ :). Yeah, the record from the poster is Buddy Holly's Everyday and since Aziraphale is examining the mystery in the article I think he also plays it :). The Jukebox mentioned, yes certainly a big possibility! :) Oooh I didn't notice that the weird hills in the trailer resemble those in the opening, thank you :)!

#gos2 #ask #weird hills

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Circus!Peter Parker x Reader Imagine

Okay, so I just saw a video on tiktok of these two circus kids practicing a new routine together and it got my brain thinking. But I don’t have the time or capacity to fully write it as a whole story. However if I don’t at least get the idea roughly out of my head, it’s just gonna keep growing and distracting me from the writing I should be doing. So here’s a quick little bullet point headcanon type story. Enjoy

It wasn’t unusual for those in the circus to fall in love. After all, when you spent most of your time travelling from one town and city to the next, it’s difficult to meet new people.

His Mother was an acrobat. His Father was a strong man. From an early age he showed a strength like his Father, but had a nimbleness and skill similar to his Mother, making him perfect for the trapeze. A real adrenaline junky he was swinging around and hanging off of the many ropes and strings attached to the roof of the big top from the age of 4.

You however, were not born of the circus. An orphan, left abandoned as a babe in a basket around the back of one of the tents, swaddled in bright fabrics from the clowns act, to be found by the costume designer and raised as her own. She had been a middle aged woman who had not found love but always longed for a child.

You loved to pop into the towns and cities with her, scouting through fabric shop after fabric shop for pretty, colourful fabrics for the performers costumes.

You loved to watch from the curtains every night as they donned your Mother’s creations and put on a show for the crowds to oooh and ahhh.

You can still remember the first time they let him perform. There were small gasps from the audience as they saw him emerge from the curtains to stand in the middle of the ring. He was only a year or so older than you. You watched carefully, stomach in your mouth, as he swung from one trapeze to the next, without a net, until he was on a tiny platform, way up high in the big top. You could only stare, as he fastened his wrist to a looped bit of fabric before he took a small hop and leap off of the platform. It was like he was flying as he swung around the room, twisting and turning his body until he was slowly lowered back to the ground. The crowd erupted in a way you had never heard before and you knew it had changed you.

From that day on, you would sneak off to watch his rehearsals as he practiced under his Mothers experience gaze. Neither of them seemed to realise you were there at first, watching from the edge of the tent. But as the days went on and the weather changed you found yourself growing bolder and bolder as you stepped further and further into the tent.

It didn’t take long until they noticed you then. His Mother growing frustrated as he became distracted by you. She watched you closely too. Kept an eye on how your eyes watched him swing back and forth in the big top.

“Would you like to have a go?” His Mother came over and asked you. You weren’t quite sure. Making an excuse to leave, telling her you’d have to check with your Mother.

You avoided that tent for a few days after that. But things quickly changed when his Mother came and found you instead. She knocked on your Mother’s trailer door late one night when you should have been sleeping. Your ear listing at the curtain that divided the small bedroom you had, only big enough for a single bed, and the main living area of the trailer. It didn’t take much convincing for Peter’s Mother to talk your Mother around into letting you have a go. After all, your Mother wasn’t stupid; she’d seen the drawings you’d been doing lately, knew exactly where you had been going.

The following afternoon, your Mother asked you to walk with her into town for some new fabric. She instead walked you to that big top where Peter was already doing stretches.

From then on, his Mother taught you both all that she could do. She began choreographing routines for you. He to be dressed as Peter Pan, you to be dressed as Wendy. When the two of you performed, you had the audience eating out of the palm of your hands.

That all changed though one stormy night as the whole troop packed up the tents and began to make their way to the next town. However, Peter and his family never arrived. The storm had made leaf covered autumn roads slippy and they crashed their car into a tree. His parents died on impact and Peter, the lone survivor of the crash, protected by the head on collision in the backseat, was sent by the police to live with his next of kin; an Aunt and Uncle who belonged to a different touring circus, the other side of the country.

16 YEARS LATER…

Both of you had continued to perform, cherishing the memories of your youth and the start you had in the business. Childhood friends torn apart, forever wishing the best for the other, despite knowing they’d never likely see each other again.

You barely thought about him these days as you decided to head to a circus convention in Las Vegas where you met a fire eater named Harry. He had been instantly mesmerised by you as you performed in a beautiful bedazzled costume made of scraps of red, orange and gold. He thought you looked like literal fire as you twisted around the set up performance space and he knew he had to have you.

The two of you talked for hours that week. He was passionate and handsome and although you wouldn’t say it was love at first sight, you’d definitely say it was lust.

When the week came to an end he managed to convince you to go back to his troop with him. They had space for a female acrobatics performer, their last one having to step down due to being pregnant. It was one of the reasons Harry had been sent to the convention in the first place. To find a replacement.

You figured you could do with a change of crowd, a different kind of scenery and so you packed up your camper van and the two of you drove back east to meet up with his troop.

You almost didn’t recognise him at first. He was older, taller, his body leaner. His hair that had been a mousey brown as a kid had grown darker, but as you entered that tent that first day to introduce yourself and practice, you quickly realised who he was.

Peter hadn’t needed a moment to recognise you. He’d realised who you were the second you’d driven into camp and gotten out of your van. He hadn’t dared approach you though, especially when he saw how you draped yourself over Harry- and why wouldn’t you. Tall, dark and handsome in his leather jacket. Daring and enticing with his skills. Peter had seen Harry’s act multiple times, seen the way he played with fire like it was nothing. It was like honey to the bees. All of the girls screaming and crying over him like he was the member of some boyband.

“Hey, I’m-“ you froze, one hand still held out as he walked towards you.

“Hello Y/N.” He smiled back at you.

“Peter?!” You practically squealed as you wrapped your arms around his neck. His breath chuffed against your neck in delight as he folded his arms around you, accepting the hug.

It was like no time at all had passed between you. Even as you both recounted your own separate stories to one another about the events of the last 16 years. Both of you now in your early 20s and still doing the thing you loved most- swinging around the big top.

You had an intense week in the tent, creating a new routine that would shock audiences. Becoming reacquainted with each others bodies in a far different way than the way you were still acquainting your body with Harry’s at the end of a long day.

You created the story of a superhero and his damsel in distress. One of the clowns stepping in to play a comedic over the top villain for Peter to rescue you from.

It was an instant hit. The two of you garnering much attention across the different states you visited. Your childhood bond growing stronger every day that you worked together.

But as time went on, feelings grew. Peter had always been besotted with you, even when you were kids. And now you were fully grown, those feelings only became worse. But you were Harry’s girl. No matter how awfully Harry treated you.

At first, Harry was amazed by the act you and Peter performed. Found the positions you twisted your body into mesmerising and sexy. But as the weeks grew. As the applause for the act grew louder. Harry grew jealous.

There was a reason Harry played with fire. He was a hot head, with a wicked temper to boot. Everyone could hear your arguing across the camp at night. But you seemed to hold your own, kicking him out of the trailer when he was too drunk, growing too violent, encouraging him to take a walk and calm down. Harry would take a walk alright. Straight into town in search of more drink and a pretty girl to fuck his frustration out with.

It didn’t take you long to find out he’d been cheating. The argument that had ensued was nasty. All anyone could do was stop and watch on as you threw out his clothes into the mud, telling him things were over and that he should find somewhere else to sleep. In his rage he accused you with having been sleeping with Peter this whole time anyway. Peter listening to that had decided it had been enough.

Peter had raced to step between the two of you. He punched Harry in the face before taking the last of Harry’s stuff you held in your arms and chucking it at him. “Go find somewhere else to work.” Peter had spat at him, “You’re not wanted here anymore.”

Harry had packed up his things into his old beat up car and driven off that afternoon.

The whole ordeal had you feeling like you were stuck in a spin, rapidly spiralling out of control. But he was there. Peter was there. He watched as you threw yourself further into your work to get over it. Held your hand through it all, until one day the tears stopped and you could see clearly again. See him stood there in front of you, heart laid bare.

“I’ve always loved you.” He said when you showed up for dinner at his cabin post show ready for a debrief. You had been met with candles and music. At first you wanted to run, but then you saw him, stood there, that hand still outstretched to you. As it always had been, even as children. That promise that he’d hold on tight. That he’d never drop you. That he’d always be there. So you took it and you never let go.

You grew old. Performed many more shows. Had a family and created performances all four of you could perform. From children to adults, your love story laid out in the big top for all the world to see. Forevermore.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker #andrew!peter parker #peter parker imagine #spider-man #andrew!peter x reader #tasm!peter parker #tasm peter parker x reader #circus au #the amazing spiderman #andrew peter x reader #andrew!peter imagine #andrew peter imagine #circus!peter Parker #acrobat!peter Parker

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