SOMEONE HEAR ME OUT - Tumblr Posts
Is he a little shit? Yes
Do I still love him? Absolutely
oh my god ok hi so months ago I wrote a fanfic and deleted it cuz I couldn’t finish it and I knew I wouldn’t come back to it and now I wanna rewrite it or something
basically it was about ezra bridger from Star Wars rebels finding some dumbass portal and ending up in the marvel cinematic universe and met fucking peter parker
i am gonna rewrite this fanfic someday, some fucking day but hear me out
peter parker & ezra bridger as besties
they would be SO chaotic and no one can tell me otherwiseBUTLISTEN
peter parker, ezra birdger, and BILLY BATSON AS BESTIES
comic billy batson or the one from young justice 🙏 I love u
but omg I love the idea and I can’t stop thinking about it it’s just HXHZHS stuck in my brain and I need to yap about it to someone
thinking about play fighting your childhood best friend gojo satoru, because he took your phone after you got a message from another boy. you tackle and wrestle and somehow end up on the bed with you straddled on top of him, attempting to clasp both of his wrists and retrieve your phone. that is, until you feel something hot and hard pressed against you.
you pause.
“oh—“, your mouth hangs open and your face burns hot after a few seconds of inactivity and silence on your end, and the realization finally hits — that thing is his thing. “oh!”, you gasp.
the phone falls off satoru’s hand and lands on the bed. his empty hand now covering his eyes, the other one on top of it.
“uh, huh”, a muffled sigh makes it past his lips, relief and embarrassment sort of mixed and soaked in his timbre. the friction caused by you sitting on it basically makes it hard for him to hide the pleasure it’s giving him, but he’s also caught off guard — he didn’t want you to find out this way, that you excite him as more than just friends. “you often forget that we are not kids anymore, and that i am a man”
silence.
you need to say something, anything. but the words don’t come to you. you turn your head to the side, embarrassed too, while you keep sitting there, on his lap. brilliant logic, you think as you look back to this moment later on.
“it must be just a physical reaction because i am—“
he cuts you off, “because you’re sitting on it?”
“don’t put it like that!”
“i didn’t put it anywhere, sadly”
you roll your eyes.
“block that guy’s number and don’t talk to him, ever”
“and why would i do that?”
“because this”, his hips go up and down once, his hard-on stabbing against you more prominently, “is not just a simple physical reaction — and it’s been taking you ages to notice”
he moves his hands away. his big blue eyes out in the open again, staring at you. “look at me”, he grabs you softly by the chin and turns your head to face him. his other hand cupping yours and guiding it to the left of his chest. where his heart is, where it beats — fast.
“what i’m trying to say is, aside from that thing down there — this is also your fault”