#I'm not used to being in front of a camera!! I'm awkward as hell!! help

[nipuni]

I got a new coat! So I had to style it 😆 which outfit is your favourite? 🤔

[irish-urn]

Battle of the Bands

I can't help it, I adore Sheldon. I am a Schleppette.

Sam, being the realist to Derek's dreams. I do like that Derek needs a right hand man to remind him of, like, reality.

Sheldon wants to be liked by Derek SO BAD. I cannot blame him. Also, Casey looked SO PRETTY just then and I cannot blame Sam for being sad.

I can't believe they're actually practicing in front of the family. I already have second-hand embarrassment. Although, I guess this is what starts LWL Derek's career, huh?

he's not the absolute worst but it's not great.

"Yeah it was awesome when you all stopped playing." Lizzie, I adore you.

(I forgot how cute Ralph is??? DOES HE HAVE PIERCED EARS???)

Derek's little offended nostril flare when Casey says they're awful. What a drama bean. And now he doesn't want to sing because he's self conscious WHAT A LITTLE SOOK.

HE REALLY CAN'T USE CHOPSTICKS. THAT'S KICKING HIM WHEN HE'S DOWN.

EDWIN AS THEIR MANAGER IS THE BEST THING I'VE EVER SEEN.

POOR DEREK. he just wants a cool band to remind people that he's still cool after the DISASTER that was Class President elections. And his family is unsupportive, his friends are distracted, and his only choice... Is Casey. Who makes his life incredibly difficult AND DEFINITELY ISN'T COOL.

Lizzie I adore you playing Casey's agent. THEY HAVE CONTRACTS. WHAT LOSERS.

I love Ralph. He is loving watching Derek and Casey fight. Sam is used to this show and is just happy to munch. I respect you, Sam Richards.

Lizzie is the MVP of the episode.

IT'S SO SLOW. I CANNOT HANDLE THIS. IT WAS A BAD SONG.

I adore Paul. So much. He's so good at his job.

Aw dude. Derek you look so scared. And Casey wants so badly to do the right thing whatever that is.

Derek's FACE. HIS FACE. I always thought he was checking her out, but I think it's more SUCH RELIEF. He was absolutely terrified. He was Puking. He thought he was just going to be a screw up again, but this time in front of the whole school and Casey SAVED HIM. CASEY SAVED HIS BUTT.

This is even worse than finding her hot. This includes FEELINGS.

🎶Sheldon you're a star🎶 Your song is no better or worse than D-Rock's.

I really wanna know who did Derek's makeup. Marti? Maybe?

Okay, I need to take a moment to talk about how well they handled the Sam and Casey thing. They both obviously just... Genuinely like each other as people, even if they know they don't work as a couple. But there's a lot of awkwardness and bruised feelings, but they WANT to be friends. And I'm so proud of both of them for talking it out.

I also love how, at the end, Derek and Casey are just chatting and talking like equals, like friends, both annoyed that they lost to Sheldon because they are incredibly competitive, but neither blaming the other because they know they did their best. And then them both getting the hell out of lame-ass dodge and the family jam session... Like: it's a glimpse of what they COULD be.

also, was it just me, or did the camera angles make Derek VERY tall compared to Casey in this episode? Sometimes they have them look almost the same height, putting them at the same level, but there were quite a few scenes where their 5-inch height difference was VERY CLEAR. I don't know what that means, but it means something... A reminder? That this is Derek's thing, not Casey? Hm... Something to think about.

[necromelli]

i wanted 2 write a lil something while I drink my coffee so here we go!! a platonic family (although I could SO get behind finnick x reader x johanna)

putting this here 4 myself bc i WILL forget - Johanna affectionately calls her people names like idiot, loser, dumbass with big heart eyes. (also headcannon her as being disgustingly cheesy and not even realizing it)

You weren't sure when it happened. It had started with giving Finnick and Johanna their own keys to your Capitol apartment. Then their own coffee cups — or tea cups if you refuse to drink coffee like Finnick. ('it's bad for your teeth. It's just so bitter, I can't ever put enough sugar in it.') Then, you were sitting with them as you cleared out two bedrooms you used as storage, all with the intention of offering them to just move in. They practically lived with you anyways. Finnick loved to call and tell you how dusty everything was when he stayed in your apartment instead of his.

"Finnick," You sighed, pinching the space between your eyes. You'd have all been done by now and half asleep watching some stupid movie if Finnick would stop trying on every piece of clothing he saw.

"What? You don't think it suits me?" Finnick asked, faux shock and hurt plastered across his face. He looked ridiculous, and you and Jo wished she had her camera so you could capture it. He had a pair of way-to-small heels on, some sparkly dress of yours he found in a box, some long bathrobe you never liked, a feathery boa, and a pair of gaudy sunglasses. "I think I'm sexy as hell, thank you very much."

"oh, yeah," Johanna snorted, eyeing Finnick's whole ensemble as he posed for the two of you. You two shared a look, and you couldn't help but laugh too. "You're something, alright, Finnick."

You leaned over and made a show of tell Johanna something, voice extra whispery with your hand concealing the secret. It really wasn't a secret, but you were bone dead tired, only halfway done with the bedroom, and you decided to just tell them. Finnick pouted, standing closer to blatantly eevesdrop.

Johanna's eyes watered and her cheeks flushed a light shade of pink before she quickly wiped the look off her face. She laughed at herself, at the fact your proposal touched her so much so felt like crying.

Finnick's brows pinched together, looking between you and Jo, bottom lip worrying between his teeth. "Hey, hey, why's she crying?"

"I'm not crying," Johanna said pointedly, glaring at Finnick. She glanced at you, eyes softening, before turning her attention to Finnick. "Y/N's just being stupid." Johanna's shoulder knocked into yours, smile splitting her face, voice a quiet whisper. "Answer's yes, by the way."

Before Finnick could ask what she was saying yes about, you chimed in. "I just told her why I was making you help clear the bedrooms out."

Finnick listened intently, even going as far as to sit in front of the two of you. When you told him it was so the two of them could just move in, Finnick was completely shocked. "You'd want me to live with you?"

"Finn," you sighed again, shaking your head fondly at the loving look at his face. "You live here anyways. I've got a cabinet full of your stupid teas."

Finnick laughed at your comment, which made Johanna laugh as well. He reached to pull you into an awkward hug, your knees bent at a weird angle, but you humored him anyways. You were getting a hug whether you wanted one or not, that's just who he was.

"thank you," He mumbled, and you swore you heard his voice crack. He pulled back, looking at Johanna with a smirk. "I want this room."

"Absolutely not, Odair!" Johanna shook her head, reaching over to shove Finnick. He was on his feet before she could, causing Johanna to follow. All three of your laughs filled the room, and you really couldn't have been happier.

Reader x finnick x Johanna found family while being all victors 🥺

oh this is nauseating ,,, i cant wait to write this ,, finnick + johanna being best friends is too much to begin with and you can't tell me they wouldn't be neighbors (if finny lived) finn would be so insistent on it too and johanna would pretend to hate the idea while she couldn't be happier.

[babybammargera]

Monster house

Bam x reader

You had been at a really lame Halloween party for the past hour with Bam and his friends and were over it deciding to bail. Leading to all of you walking in an old neighborhood that's mostly houses falling apart and a two story abandoned house that looks haunted, where the group stopped. Ry's best friend instinct needing to make you do something dumb, He looks directly at you a little tipsy, "I dare you to go into the house." You follow everyone gaze over the house and it groans in the October wind as if double daring you. Raab speaks up next, "she's not gonna do it and you know it." Dico joins in teasing, "She's too big of a pussy she don't wanna find any ghosts." You roll your eyes and snatch your small camcorder out of Raab's hand, "I'm going in there unlike you scared asses." You flip the boys off then turn back towards the house jogging up the cracked and overgrown sidewalk. Behind you your impressed and entertained boyfriend's footsteps grow louder, "Wait up I love this! I'm coming too." You smile as he launches you onto his back and runs up the creaky steps. You try the front door and it's locked so you move on to a window that luckily isn't. "Hey Bam gimme a boost I'll unlock the door." He helps you through the window smiling, a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. Your feet hit the hardwood floor kicking up dust and old house smell, you make a face but give the others a thumbs up through the window and take the camera from Bam before running to the door to open it. You unlock the door and point the camera in his face, him being the diva he is puts on his best show, "on this episode of shitbirds dare us to do stupid shit we're gonna find some ghosts!" You try not to laugh at his antics and follow him with the camera as he runs toward the kitchen. "This place fucking reeks." You fan the air in front of you and half laugh. He jumps on the kitchen island and yells "here ghosty ghosty come and get us." You start to shake your head when a door upstairs slams, "Did you hear that?" you look up at him a smile creeping up. "Oh I definitely heard that we gotta check it out." He grins and jumps down grabbing your hand and pulling you to the stairs. When you reach the top it's even colder than outside. "Damn why is it so cold in here?" Bam shrugs and walks ahead of you down the hallway. "I dunno it's an old house plus I think a window is open in that room bc the door just opened a little on its own." You follow behind him still recording, "Wanna check it out?" He looks over his shoulder, "Well duh." He opens the door and all the windows are closed with no sign of a breeze at all. "He makes an exaggerated face right at the camera, "oooooo spooky." The floor creaks behind you and you grab his arm. "Ah come on its not that bad let's explore the rest and head back out." You nod and he plants a kiss on your lips. As you leave the room the door starts to close on its own and you let out an awkward laugh, "probably the house settling." He nods and you reach for another doorknob stopping to look at Bam when you hear what sounds like footsteps on the other side. His eyes dart to your hand on the door, "Okay yeah let's get out of here." You close the camcorder and both run down the hall and the stairs not stopping until both of you are safe on the sidewalk. "Well that was fun." You smile out of breath. Ry gives you a look, "What the hell was that about?" You walk out of the gate planting yourself on the street with Bam following your lead. You put the camera in his hands and lay back on the pavement, "either watch that or see for yourself I'm not moving until it doesn't hurt to breathe anymore."

Thanks @bambammargera for the idea

[blakeylikestowrite]

D.H.O.R.K.S and idiots (stolitz fanfic, Part 1/2)

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Pairing(s): stolitz

Word count: 1155

Summary: Blitz manages to get captured by D.H.O.R.K.S again.

Genre(s): Angst and Fluff

Blitz woke up in a familiar dark room, tied to a chair. He looked around to find one of those D.H.O.R.K.S agents staring at him. He rolled his eyes. Did it have to be that guy? Don't get him wrong, they were all annoying as fuck but this one really took the cake.

"Déjà-vu much? Where's the other dumbass?", Blitz asked.

"So we meet again, demon.", Agent One said.

"Yeah yeah, get to the fucking point.", the imp snarled.

How was he supposed to know the one time he'd use Stolas' dumb book for his own purposes, he'd manage to get himself captured again? Some bastard from here snuck up on him from behind and he had been too distracted by the graceful horses in front of him.

At least he was alone this time. He may give him a lot of shit but he wouldn't want to drag Moxx into this bullshit again.

"You never answered any of our questions last time and maybe we just had the wrong approach.", the agent said.

He put on some kind of gas mask and signaled a thumbs up in the direction of the camera. Then the room filled with that awful smelling green gas again.

"God fucking damn it.", Blitz muttered.

"So, what are you?", Agent One asked, grinning triumphantly behind the mask.

"Really fucking pissed off is what I am.", the demon responded.

That seemed to throw the human off for a second, before he tried again: "What species are you?".

"I'm an imp."

"Why are you killing humans?", came another question.

"Sinners down there pay us to kill off people they don't like. And it's fun.", Blitz replied with a laid-back grin, showing off his sharp teeth. The human looked slightly horrified by his answer. What a wimp.

"How do you get access to a portal here? Does that demon that saved you last time open it for you?", he continued.

"No, I just fuck him for a magic book. Or I used to anyway. We haven't talked much lately cause we went on a date that went to shit and now things are awkward.", the imp said, a sad expression replacing his grin, "He has better things to do than opening portals for us. Or dealing with my bullshit, I guess."

In that moment a portal opened in front of them. Stolas stepped out, looking pissed. And Agent One looked like he just pissed his pants. The Ars Goetia shoved him against the wall without so much as touching him.

"Stolas? What the hell are you doing here?", Blitz asked, staring at the tall owl with wide eyes.

Stolas' expression slightly softened when he faced the imp. "Getting you out of here again."

He crouched down and started to untie him. Blitz stared at his beautiful face, closer to his than it had been in a while. And as the owl's hands unintentionally brushed against his arms, there was a single thought on his mind being pushed towards his tongue by the gas because it couldn't be more true.

"I missed you.", he said with a softness he didn't know his voice could portray. Fuck. Shit. Go back.

Stolas' movements halted and he looked at him in surprise. Then that surprise shifted into fondness and he replied: "I missed you too.", before finally pulling the rope that had been restricting his movement from his body.

Maybe it was the gas or maybe it was all of his repressed emotions about Stolas coming together, possibly a little bit of both, but Blitz couldn't help throwing his arms around him and planting his face in the prince's chest fluff.

"I missed you so much, you dumb bird. Ever since Ozzie's things have been weird between us and we haven't been talking and I miss your stupid horny calls in the morning, I miss waking up next to you, I miss getting to see your beautiful face. And I can't even say I wish things would go back to the way they were because I don't. I wish we could be more than that and please shut me up. I don't want to tell you all this. It's the fucking gas.", his voice came out muffled by Stolas' chest feathers.

"I see.", Stolas said after a long moment of silence, "Let's talk about this once we're back home, okay?"

He steadied Blitz's hold on him with a hand on his back while the imp wrapped his legs around his waist, face still buried in his chest feathers. Agent one was still struggling against an invisible force that was keeping him pushed against the wall.

Stolas took notice of the cameras and walked into the control room. Agent Two hurried to the other side of the room, silently pleading with him to not hurt her. He hit the button to stop the truth gas from coming and quickly deleted all of the camera files.

Then he walked back to where Agent Two was and narrowed all four of his eyes at him.

"If you ever lay a hand on this imp again, I will not hesitate to end you and the other one's sorry little lives. Is that clear?", he threatened.

The human nodded hastily and once Stolas let him off the wall again, he ran away. The prince opened a portal back to his bedroom and walked through, closing it behind them.

"Blitz?", he asked.

Blitz didn't respond and Stolas put him down on the bed where he fell backwards, before startling awake from the fall.

"Ugh, that fucking gas...", he grumbled.

He sat up, eyes scrunched together and holding his head. He had a bitch of a headache.

"Are you alright?", Stolas asked.

Only now realizing where he was and that Stolas was with him, his head snapped up to look at the owl.

"Oh. Yeah. Just a headache. I was out cold for a bit though. This happened the first time they drugged us with this shit too. Had a shitty nightmare drug trip."

"Would you like to talk about that? Or what you said to me earlier?"

Blitz looked away. "I- I don't- It's been a long day and-", he stammered.

"If you wish to rest first, that's alright. You can stay here or go back to your home. Whatever you want.", the prince reassured him.

"Um... Actually, it's over a month late but... Could I take you up on that offer to cuddle?", the imp asked.

"Of course.", Stolas answered without hesitation.

He crawled onto the bed and Blitz lied down next to him, letting himself be pulled closer and restinh his head against Stolas' fluffy chest. Stolas had one arm around him and gently carressed his face with his free hand.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35878468/chapters/89461354

"Get some rest, Blitzy.", he whispered and Blitz who had been getting more tired by the second allowed himself to drift off to sleep peacefully.

Chapter Two ->

[nice-kill-tanaka]

May I have a my hero and ohshc matchup plz

I'm a short girl around 5'2 with long brown hair and eyes and a leo. I like anime,dragons,reptiles,drawing but I'm not good,tarantulas,sweets,video games, memes,dark humor. I am very kind but I care more about others than I do myself. I have bad anxiety. I tend to overthink about everything. I love to sing especially country music but I am tone deaf. I have trouble standing up for myself because I was bullied alot. I can be very blunt. I also love to swear. I can be very loud. I love a good mystery and cop shows. I love dad jokes and puns.I am terrified of bees and heights. I am very lazy but I can be good at doing stuff if motivated. I have a very kind heart and sad stories or ones with very happy endings make my heart happy or hurt like crazy. But even though I'm kind that doesn't mean i am nice all the time. I am extremely grumpy and have a short temper especially on no sleep or if I just woke up. I also do have adhd and some anxiety I dont like being touched randomly unless I know it will happen or if I touch someone. As for dreams I'm not sure I wanna be a voice actor but not too sure if its right for me as I don't know how to edit or even have the equipment. I want someone who can just listen to me as I ramble on about things I love. I want someone to understand that I think differently then normal people. I also want someone to be able to understand im not the most affectionate person but I can be if given time but I will help someone if they are touch starved like I am.

[🌄 @cutelittleriot requested one (1) regular My Hero Academia matchup. I have just the ingredients for that! Sit tight while I get to work.🌌]

YAYYY!! First bnha matchup!! I gotchu bud 👍 I’m thinking about trying something new for the bnha fandom in particular. So, I’ll try it out and see what you think! Also, I got a little carried away with this one, so if it doesn’t seem characteristically accurate to you, please tell me!! 😖

And, the lucky person is:

⛰Eijiro Kirishima⛰

Quirk: Dragon

Dragon is a mutation quirk. It manifests slowly over time, until the user becomes about 60% dragon-esque at around 15/16 years old.

Scales and tough skin appear on the arms, legs, and face. Sharp teeth and claws grow in. Horns protrude from the forehead. A tail grows from the spine. Finally, wings grow from the back.

Flesh becomes twice as tough in places where scales are.

Depending on the user’s body type, wing usage is limited. (Since you’re generally shorter than average, “flying” and gliding comes easier to you.)

When the user consumes pressurized carbon dioxide, their stomach converts it into flammable gasses. Which allows the user to breathe- er...burp...fire.

Fire must be carefully used however. The smoke produced can accidentally be breathed in, causing lung damage.

🌱Humble Beginnings🌱

I’ll start by saying this: Being bullied is never fun. Being bullied over something you can’t easily control or change? Rub salt in it, why don��tcha?

You weren’t sure what the select few kids in your grade thought was so hilarious about your quirk. But, they managed to find enough wrong with it to do their damage for most of your time in school

First, the patches of scales that showed up on your skin were “too weak”. Then, your awkward transition stage with growing horns, wings, and tail was suddenly “ugly”

By the time your quirk fully manifested, the jeers finally devolved to “freak-ish”

Like a river carving out the Grand Canyon, the work was slow and wore you down over time. But, the impact was a lot bigger than even you’d initially thought

While you managed to somewhat heal and learned to guard your emotions against such hurtful things, that’s all you learned to do: Guard yourself. You were a shield with no spear, since you never fought back

With the help of supportive parents and teachers, your self-esteem wasn’t so low, but you did often downplay or underestimate your abilities

Like, Bitch??? You can burp fire??? Know your power???

The people you were on good terms with seemed to see a potential that you either disregarded, or didn't know about all together

They saw the way you treated others with consideration and forethought. How, despite (or because of) your anxiety, you remained hyper-aware of the problems of others and how to accommodate. And while your anger did have its vices, people knew how hot your righteous rage could burn

It actually took a lot of convincing for you to even apply to U.A. 

Outside of your other aspirations for the future, you didn’t particularly feel worthy for the job. Of anything you could be, you weren’t a fearless, upstanding, unshakable individual, not even giving a second thought to throwing yourself into danger for the good of others. You weren’t your alleged definition of a hero, and that was enough to deter you

But, whenever you recited your polite (well-rehearsed) decline, most gave you the same weirdly optimistic retort:

“Just try, maybe you’ll do better than you’re giving yourself credit for.”

So, here you were at an entrance exam full of people you hardly knew, wondering how you even rationalized to yourself that this would go just fine

The written exam went okay. As well as you could for literally guessing what to study to pass

All you had to do was do your best on the physical exam, and you’d be done for the day

But, your issue was in the people around you, not the exam itself

You were aware of the high amount of attention the moment you walked onto campus. The way other kids measured you up from a distance, studying everything about your not-so-human body. Watching your every move, especially the way your movements were strained from soreness (A short period of intense training tends to do that to you). You assumed they also wanted to see if your disposition was as powerful as your quirk suggested

((You specifically noticed a coltish, green-haired kid muttering to himself, questioning if your wings could actually support your body weight))

Even now, as the prospective heroes-in-training warmed up, you felt the stares burning into you

Half of you wanted to lift your eyes and rhetorically ask what the hell they were looking at, only feeling more annoyed as you snorted and returned to what you were doing. The other half wanted to fold into yourself until you disappeared (If only it were that easy)

But, you had enough (Roughly, one billion) worries on your mind to put confrontation on the list. Shaking off your anxious shivers as you lowered your head and continued with your “stretches” seemed so much easier

(A.k.a. Staring off into space as you held your limbs in awkward positions)

The time to begin the physical test was drawing near, and your self-doubt hadn’t eased up. Maybe this was a mistake. You didn’t belong here. Not when so many other students could fill the space you’re wasting so much better. Maybe if you slipped through the back now, you’d save yourself the disappointment of not living up to your own standards

“Hey, brown-haired girl! With the horns!”

You heard a gruff whisper from not to far behind you, from the left. You tensed for a moment, wondering what the voice could possibly want from you. But, the sight you saw was rather unexpected

The voice definitely matched the body, bulky and slightly rough looking, a little taller than you. Matched with a sweet face, sharp teeth, and bright, spiky, red hair. The smile he showed you instantly calmed your thoughts

“…Hm?”

You gave a short response, not wanting to jump to conclusions yet

“I saw you looking kinda psyched out over here, so I thought talking to you would make you less nervous!”

You felt a warm and fuzzy sensation in the pit of your stomach. As much encouragement as you got to achieve things, you didn’t see much of it to consider how you felt. How you could feel better. You liked it, which was surprising, considering the encouragement came from a perfect stranger

“Oh, uhh…thanks then. But, I’m fine, I promise! I’m no more nervous than you are.”

“Well, that’s also why I came to talk…I’m kinda freaking out too…”

This boy’s transparency was almost scary, but on the other hand, very comforting. You didn’t catch him trying to stare at your mutated parts once as you talked. Your eyes were the thing he seemed the most focused on, and while it made you embarrassed, it was the good kind (if that makes sense)

But, soon enough, the announcement for the beginning of the exam came over the loudspeaker, and you and your acquaintance had to look out for yourselves. But, before you parted ways, the redhead turned to you

“I’m Eijiro Kirishima, by the way! See you when I see you, Shortie!”

��Flourishing Love🌳

The beginning of Kirishima seeing you as a romantic option happened not too long after parting ways at the physical exam

He was almost completely cornered by one of the machines students could disarm for points. And just as that was happening, you had just turned the corner after shaking off another one

You saw Kirishima, but he definitely didn’t see you, trying hard to look tough, but struggling to stand his ground

It quickly dawned on you that Kirishima didn’t have a quirk that could easily deal with the hostile device. And if he did, he was too scared to use it

You vetoed the idea of charging in head on first. You didn’t feel like getting yourself or Kirishima hurt. Especially without a plan. You needed to be smart about getting your only acquaintance out of this situation

Your heart raced and your execution was all but clean, but you ended up using your fire breath to weld the robot’s wheels to the concrete

Before you let your inhibitions get the better of you, you climbed the machine and punched out the camera on the front. From atop the beast, you hung your tail over the edge low enough for Kirishima to grab. You didn’t dare look down at the ground

“Dammit Eijiro, grab on!!”

Once you felt a weight on your tail, you used your wings to propel you both forward. Obviously, away from the robot

You were too high on adrenaline and fear to notice, but Kirishima stared at you like you were the embodiment of Heaven on Earth. The stars in his eyes almost seemed inappropriate for the situation 😅

You looked just as—if not more—afraid than he was. But, you seemed so okay with the fact that you weren’t fearless, and acted like a true hero anyway. He admired, dare I say loved that about you

And he didn’t even know your name

As soon as you found out that you and Kirishima were in the same class, you felt instant relief. At least you were familiar with someone at U.A.

You guys’ friendship developed rather fast, like and extrovert adopting an introvert

Kirishima quickly noticed how fast you opened up once you got comfortable around him, and loved you all the more for how bright and vibrant the unfiltered you was

He found himself picking up on your sense of humor, telling dad jokes you whisper under your breath to the Bakusquad (Much to Bakugou’s dismay 😅)

Don’t worry, he always gives you the credit 😉

As time went on, Kirishima learned to appreciate how blunt you were. He realized that he needed someone to tell it like it is (“It isn’t manly to sugarcoat things! 😤” he says)

And while Kirishima prefers physical activities over video games, he loves to hype you up while you play before classes

It was only natural a mutual crush would form :D

Kirishima finally worked up the guts to ask you out after the U.S.J. Incident

You and him had gotten separated (You had gotten trapped with the cold son of Endeavor. And you both took out the villains with an awe-inspiring display of fire and ice)

Kirishima was faced with the reality that either of you could lose each other at any moment. And while both of you came out alright, he realized he couldn’t be wishy-washy about his feelings for you

He told you on your way to school the next morning:

“Look. What happened yesterday really scared me. Normally, I wouldn’t say that, but I think you deserve to know. Because…you mean a lot to me!! More than I can put into words. I love when we have fun together, and I don’t know what I’d do with myself if I never got to tell you how I felt…”

“Basically…I like you!! Like…in the romantic way…”

Your early morning grumpiness dissipated almost instantly, replaced by momentary confusion and disbelief, then embarrassment and joy. Was this really happening…? The boy that took a chance on you since the beginning, confessed that he had feelings for you…? Even though you didn’t question your relationship, you always assumed the nice things Kirishima said, the way he looked at you, was all part of the pleasantries. You questioned if you were even worth all of that

‘But you are.’ The little voice Kirishima helped you develop said. ‘And he would say more if he didn’t look so embarrassed.’

And so, you accepted Kirishima’s confession. And he saw the sweetest smile you had ever given him since the first time he complimented your puns 😊❤️

\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

[🌌 There you go bud! That’s one matchup for the road. Hopefully it lasts for a while, but if it doesn’t, feel free to come back! I’d be thrilled to see you again.🌄] —Reagan

[l000ey]

mamas 2019, pt. 1 ━ venus

𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 ━ 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅 𝗑 𝗂𝗆 𝗃𝖺𝖾𝖻𝗎𝗆 ( 𝖿���. 𝗆𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗈, 𝖺��𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄 )

𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀 ━ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝟤𝟢𝟣𝟫 𝗆𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗒

𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 ━ 𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖾́ 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗉𝗌𝗒𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁, 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗆, 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖾𝗑

𝑨/𝑵 ━ 𝗂 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝗈, 𝗂'𝗆 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗆𝗀

𝒀𝑬𝑨𝑹 ━ 𝟤𝟢𝟣𝟫

• 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘴’ 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

A feeling of excitement and euphoria ran through the place, the glitters of the idols' expensive clothes decorated the city of Nagoya, and the screams of the fans, excited to see their favorite artists perform. But Moon Daesoul didn't feel that but a great pressure and anxiety that made her hand tighten more and more against Hwasa's. She didn't want to attend the awards, but because she hadn't told anyone what happened that night she had no choice but to smile and nod like she was a sweet and silly girl.

She rolled her eyes, erasing her tight, fake smile as they escaped the flashes of the paparazzi on the carpet. Hwasa's hand was still trapped in her grip as they walked into the stadium ━rather laughing at the wig that Solar would have to wear for the performance━, she remained quiet until they reached their seats for the night watching the toes of her heels appear and disappear as they walked, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone.

She listened as Wheein thanked the staff girl who guided them as she sat down. She did a quick visual inspection and sighed in relief, at least Exo hadn't come. Her eyes met Storm's, who moved her eyebrows in her direction in a playful way at her making her eyes roll.

"Well, place your bets" Byul spoke attracting the attention of the four, who looked at her curiously although the curiosity faded as their eyes fell on Dae "Will something happen between JB and Vee or will they just look at each other like every damn event?" The tired and annoyed tone that she used to pronounce the last sentence made Wheein laugh, her laugh was accompanied by an exaggerated gesture that expressed the annoyance of the members every time the former couple starred for a moment from afar.

Immediately her body stiffened. They didn't know about Baekhyun, they didn't know that she was almost in a relationship with the Exo singer, but most of all, they didn't know about that night. Guilt returned to fill her body when the words and thoughts made a knot in her stomach and went up her throat wanting to come out of her in the form of vomit. She swallowed hard, diverting her gaze from her sisters, who were looking at her waiting for an answer.

“Maybe something will happen, but with someone else.” The leader's words reached her ears making her frown, but she still didn't look.

Hwasa gave her a light blow on the arm "Explain".

"I heard that a member of that new group, Ateez I think their name is, he is a very fan of our Venus" She raised her eyebrows and the girls laughed sounding like schoolgirls when they saw the boy they liked although to Dae they sounded more like old ladies bored with their husbands and gossiping about the misfortunes of others.

"Most of the members of that group were born in 99, I don't think Vee likes them so young." The other rapper denied skeptically, she was a fan of Jaedae.

Before any of them could answer the lights went out and the screaming increased. Venus smiled, she wouldn't have to hear them anymore until they had to go backstage or win an award.

Which happened eventually. She sighed before giving a staff boy a smile as he helped her down the stairs from the stage that led backstage. She looked at her groupmates before approaching Solar, touched her shoulder to get her attention.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom, see you in the dressing room" The leader nodded, checking her with a worried look.

"Are you okay?" Venus nodded and gave her a small smile before handing the headphones and microphone to the staff, she headed to the bathroom giving some smile and bows to the idols she was meeting on her way to her destiny.

Shit.

She froze when she saw Got7 coming in her way, she looked down at her shoes to avoid making eye contact with any of them. She smiled in relief as she managed to enter the bathroom, her smile growing even wider when she saw that it was empty. She went to a cubicle but before she could open it a hand of her pulled her, alarmed she turned around.

Double shit.

She almost fainted when she saw the boy in front of her, she opened her eyes and pushed him away from her body. Her eyes moved to the door before looking back at him "Are you an idiot?! What are you doing here? If anyone sees us━“.

"We have to talk, it will only be a second" He interrupted her. The girl began to move her leg up and down, nervous about the situation.

"I don't want to talk, Jaebum" She took his arm in her hands to start pushing him towards the door.

"We have to talk about what happened, Vee." He put his feet on the ground making it impossible for her to move him. She snorted moving behind him to push him by the back but still he didn't move, he was so much stronger than her.

"God, someday you're going to kill me" She clenched her jaw and frustrated she moved away from him, she had no choice but to listen to him. She would let him speak, he would leave, and she would empty her bladder.

"I-I have sent you messages and I have even called you" He turned around to see her better, she looked at him with no expression other than annoyance.

"I know".

"You have not answered".

"I know".

JB dropped his head in defeat, this girl really got on his nerves when she got stubborn.

"Is that all you had to say? Well goodbye!" She tried again to push him but, again, she failed.

The long-haired boy placed his hands over hers that were positioned on his chest, the rapper swallowed hard when he looked at her.

"I can't stop thinking about that night" That's it, he said it. An awkward silence entered the bathroom, both former lovers looked into each other's eyes without being able to move their gaze from each other. Without knowing how or when, Moon's back met the wall of one of the cubicles while her tongue fought against the Im, her legs were wrapped around his waist and his hands traveled all over her body in fast and clumsy movements, excited to get around every curve again.

He moaned into her mouth when her hands met his hair and she smiled, forgetting that they were in a public bathroom in a building with millions of cameras and eyes that would benefit quite a bit from the scene. They were so focused on each other that they didn't even realize that two more presences had entered the room.

"How many times do I have to tell you? It was just sex, for God's sake!" A raspy but feminine voice made both of them stop the kiss, still tangled they looked at each other in panic. Venus was grateful that they closed the cubicle door.

"But I love you, Arabella!" The girl widened her eyes when she heard the name of her friend while Jaebum raised an eyebrow, curious.

"Fucking hell, I don't want to have anything with you" The BTS member made a face of disgust when the other girl got too close to her, took a couple of steps back raising a hand to not hit the wall and be cornered but in instead she pushed the door of the same cubicle in which both lovers were hiding, let's say they had not closed the door very well since it was opened revealing the other two idols in a very compromising situation. Arabella frowned when she saw how Rosé's face twitched in shock "What now?."

"Bells" Hearing the new voice, the italian made a little jump in her place before turning and seeing her two friends.

She pressed her full lips together causing them to disappear into a fine line "Shit".

Before anyone could say or do anything a flash and the "click" of a camera echoed throughout the bathroom, panic quickly filled the former couple's body as Lee turned around again to look at Blackpink's singer smirking at her as she moved her phone in her hands.

"Rosé, give me the phone."

"Come back with me and I will not publish the photo" The little girl pointed to the two older people in the room, who had already separated and left the cubicle "You don't want your friends' lives to go to hell do you?"

"This happens to me for having sex with virgins" She murmured to herself before giving the girl a wry smile "Am i that good in bed? because jesus, I don't think you want to date someone like me. "

"One click and it will be all over Naver" She unlocked her phone causing Venus to raise her hands to stop her.

"No, please" She begged, kneeling before her, her tears threatening to fall from her eyes. Jaebum walked over to her to pick her up.

The other rapper tensed her jaw seeing how her friend began to cry in the man's arms, she sighed in defeat.

"Okay, okay, I'll do what you want but delete the fucking photo" The singer smiled widely, this time the smile was a happy one before approaching the tallest one and planting a kiss on her lips.

"I'll erase it when you take me on a date, babe." She giggled sweetly when Arabella tried to grab her arm but she was faster than her and managed to avoid her before leaving the bathroom.

"Fottuta puttana" She cursed in a murmur with her gaze still on the bathroom door.

On the other hand, the couple was still holding each other, Venus cried on JB's chest while he stroked her hair and murmured in her ear trying to calm her down.

The girl looked at them with pity, went over to the sink and washed her lips trying to remove any trace of that manipulative bitch. She made eye contact with the boy through the mirror, gave a quick look at the girl in his arms and sighed wiping hdf hands "Go, I'll call Hwasa and tell her that she feels bad, my manager will take her to my house and keep her company. When this shit is over go there, we will talk about this."

After thinking about it for a few seconds, the black-haired man nodded before making the girl in her arms look at him, he placed his hands on her cheeks and wiped the tears that slid down her cheeks with his thumbs. He gave her a sad smile "I'm so sorry, Vee."

He kissed her forehead before releasing her and leaving the room.

[roanniee]

Maelstrom

🐈Yaku Morisuke x Hinata!GN! Reader

Chapter 3

Warning:

Masterlist

*****

Home. To many, it's the house and the family they grew up with. For you, it has changed as you grew up. When you were five, it was your house. When you turned 10, it was your parents. When you turned 15, and learned what you had wanted, what you dreamed, it became Shiratorizawa Academy. When you were 18, it became Tokyo, when you stayed there permanently for your career as a model and a singer. Now that you're 27, home became your brother, your friends and your fans. So being in front of your childhood home was certainly nostalgic, despite the dread settling in your veins. The last time you were there, you were 21, and the argument that came from it made you decide to stay overseas as much as you can. You knocked on the door, clutching the strap of your backpack tightly. It has been a few days since you arrived back in Japan, and you can only purse your lips as you waited for anyone to open the door. "Y/n!" Natsu shouted as soon as the door was open, and you had to take a step back to stabilize yourself before you could fall. "Hey, Natsu. You have grown so much." You said as you patted your little sister's hair. Natsu is ten years younger than you, yet you are still close to her despite the years that you haven't physically seen her. "How are you? I missed you so much!" Natsu said as she dragged you inside the house, chatting all the way. "I am doing good-" "Well. Good for you to be home, Y/n." Your words stopped when someone else spoke coldly. You looked up from where you were taking your shoes off and looked into the eyes of your father. "...Hello, Father."

*****

Sitting at the kitchen table, you have never felt so awkward in your life. It was silent, and the unamused glares of your parents were on you. It made you want to cower, but you fought the urge. This was not the first time someone had tried to intimidate you into submission, and you know that is not going to be the last time. "Nice of you to finally be home, although you missed matchmaking season again." Your mother said to break the silence. "Mother, I already told you. I have no interest in being matchmade." You sighed out. "You are 27. You need to find a proper job and settle down." "I do have a proper job." You argued back, clutching the tea cup in your hands tightly. "Singing and wearing improper clothes in front of thousands of people is not a proper job. Putting yourself in front of a camera for people to ogle is not a proper job. You are 27 for fuck's sake. When are you going to be decent and proper?!" Your father shouted, and you just rubbed your temple to try and push the pending headache away. It was the same argument ever since you realised how much you loved singing and when you started your part time job as a model at the age of 15. Your parents have never seen being a singer and a model as a decent job. To them, decent is you graduating with a degree, with a family on the way. To them, you should've followed the family tradition of being matchmade, and you should've been married by now. "Mother, Father, please. Enough. I have told you time and time again that I have no interest in being matchmade or settling down just yet." You said as you looked at them, ignoring the angry glare of your father. "You are not going to breaking the family tradition, Y/n. I refuse to let you." "This is my life, Father. I do not care about family tradition and I refuse to let you control my life any longer. I am happy with my life now, so why can't you just fucking accept that?!" you said as you got up and grabbed your backpack, leaving your childhood home once again. It annoyed you, and it was the same argument over and over again. Now, it just sounded like a broken record to you, and you're tired of hearing it again and again. To your parents, family tradition was everything. To be matchmade by your aunts, and married within a year of meeting your match. That was the tradition that, according to your parents, started with your ancestors. Hell, your parents have been matchmade. But it was the tradition that you refused to follow. You know your parents wouldn't follow you when you left, which was something you're grateful for. As you walked to the road where Hanamaki and Matsukawa were waiting with the car, you couldn't help but pray for your parents to realise that you're happy, and for them to be happy for you too. You valued your freedom. It was why you began to see Shiratorizawa Academy as your home when you were 15. Shiratorizawa gave you the freedom that your childhood home couldn't. The freedom of being who you are, the freedom of living your life, of doing things under your control. The freedom of being you. "Well. You look rough." Matsukawa said as soon as he saw you walking towards the car. Waiting for you made sense. They knew that something would go wrong, and that your visit is going to be cut short. "Just... get us back to the condo, please. I'm exhausted." You said as you sat down at the back. Hanamaki was behind the wheel, and just sighed. As the three of you made your trip back to Tokyo, you just closed your eyes and took a nap. Maybe things would change. You can only hope at this point.

Notes:

ignore the dates on the post.

The oldest child in your family gets to have the lovely opportunity of being matchmade. Too bad for you, you're the oldest. Too bad for your family, you're too stubborn and you love your freedom.

You definitely did not tell your brother that you're going to visit home.

Or any of your friends.

The only reason why Matsukawa and Hanamaki knew is because they live with you and they would not let you go back to Miyagi alone.

Your parents were match made since they both were the eldest children, and your grandparents too. It's unfortunate that both sides of the family have matchmaking traditions.

Your family values family tradition so much, that they are willing to disregard people's wishes just so that they are followed.

When you got back to Tokyo, Matsukawa and Hanamaki made sure to order your comfort food and drinks and set up the tv for your comfort movie and then they sandwiched you between them.

It's entirely platonic, and with nearly eleven years of friendship, it's natural to cuddle between them at this point.

It's the second time in the week that you needed comfort but the boys are always ready for that and ready to give you comfort because you do the same for them.

Was I projecting in this? Probably lmao. Parents and family traditions sometimes suck :3

[cosmicbash]

Hey, So I'm having a bad week and would really like an outed Kells and Em fic, it could be as angsty or fluffy as you want, I just need a happy ending. A little joy from a situation like that would be really nice right now, Thanks P.S. I've been reading your writing for a while and I think they're really great!! I hope you keep having Inspiration to do so!!!

Sorry I'm so late replying to this!! Ive had a shitty busy week myself and i feel horrible its taken me so long!!

I feel like instagram would be Em and Kelly's downfall. Just because the younger rapper is constantly on it, posting little snippets to interact with his fans, going Live, and of course posting pictures.

Slip ups are inevitable once he and Marshall start spending more and more time together.

Because Colson can't just cut back, when he does that fans start speculating. Questioning why exactly he's suddenly getting more secretive or searching through what he does share with a fine tooth comb to spot a new mystery girlfriend.

So Colson continues posting away on instagram and filming his lives, even when he and Marshall are together. Ignoring the headshakes and looks the older rapper shoots his way everytime he's on live laughing it up.

At first it's awkward, Marshall and him keep alternating who's going to duck into the bathroom or step out for coffee. But eventually they get used to it and comfortable enough that Colson can walk around their hotel room filming while Marshall naps on the couch.

The blonde even gets cheeky enough to start teasing his partner, like snapping photos of their shared brunches, or taking after sex selfies that always get Marshall hiding under the blankets or kicking him.

Really Colson should have seen it coming. You can only fly so close to the sun before you get burned afterall.

The mistakes start piling up soon enough.

Marshall accidentally yelling to ask him something when he's recording a live, Colson walking a bit too close to the couch and flashing the hoodie clad rappers back, the bottom of Marshall's AA necklace in the back of a breakfast shot, and more minor incidents that branch out from there.

At first Colson can just brush the unfamilar voice and thankfully covered up body as one of his assitants or friends. But as soon as that necklace peek gets out the internet does its thing and speculation over a possible collab strikes up.

The assumption being he gave everyone the glimpse on purpose.

Of course he's relieved the public isn't immediately jumping to the crazy possibility of them banging. Even though thats exactly what theyre doing. But him and Marshall AREN'T actually making any music together, and neither of them has publicly squashed their beef. Afterall, what better cover than pretending to still hate eachother?

But now that's all out the window. Colson's lack of an immediate excuse and rapid deletion of the photo just convincing the media their theories are correct.

Paul is of course furious, reaming both of them out over the phone about how they better get on a track together or figure out some new cover. And Diddy, well Diddy rarely comes off his self made throne to speak to Colson, let alone acknowledge most of his success, but the rapper actually does inquire to him about the whole spectacle. And Colson can't help but find himself wishing he had a guy like Paul who knew about them and could just simply yell at him because he still has no idea what to even say.

They settle on quiet ambiguous statements from their labels about how the two of them are working towards mending their beef and that a collaboration isn't exactly out of the question at this moment.

It works. For about a month or two, mostly due to them being apart yet again. The major hype dies down and Colson avoids any and all questions relating to Marshall in his lives and on twitter. The two of them are able to breathe a sigh of relief as temporary as it may be.

Until the next time they make time to see eachother. Colson's got a small charity event in Detroit that he plans on using as an excuse to linger around the city and steal some much needed time with his secret boyfriend.

Of course all eyes are on them yet again, questioning whether the young rapper might also be stopping in to work in some music with his rival.

With paparazzi tailing him more than ever it's impossible for him to just go to Marshall's place like he'd planned. Instead forcing him into renting a suite and wasting most of the day stressing over just how the hell he's supposed to sneak Marshall in with the bastards sitting outside the building like hawks. The other rapper isn't exactly helping either, just sending his usual cryptic texts telling Colson not worry about it but never expanding on what his plan is either.

By the time the blonde finally finishes his busy day and drags himself back to the room he has fully accepted that their rendezvous is not going to happen. Marshall had stopped texting him more than two hours ago and he wasn't about to act even more like a spoiled child by blowing the man's phone up. Colson's just given up. He can't even muster the energy to give the paparazzi outside his hotel more then an annoyed comment about how his life doesn't revolve around collaborations and the finger before slipping inside.

Marshall's presence in his hotel room, already stripped down to his night tee and briefs almost looks like a mirage. But when he shuts the door and crosses the room to bury his face in the other man's neck he smells like ivory soap and that woodsy beard oil the blonde bought him and Colson can't help but hug him closer.

He's so relieved to see him he doesn't even snark back at Marshall's muffled comment that he looks like shit.

The moment is sweet and Colson honestly should have realized it was just the calm before the storm but he's too caught up in complaining about the media and basking in his partner's soft agreements to care.

Before taking off to take his shower he hands Marshall over his phone, suggesting the brunette look through the mess his instragram comment section has become, all the questions and posts he's been tagged in over that little picture and their statements. Because why not? They would inevitably end up laying against eachother in bed scrolling through them all together anyway, at least this way Marshall can get a headstart.

And Marshall does actually swipe through them for a bit, spending more time admiring some of his partners pretty posts than he does reading the never ending stream of comments. The rapper rarely gets on the app himself except to post the occasional merch drop and promo. Social media isn't his forte, and it's not like he could follow Colson's account anyway. Navigating the app and searching for his boyfriends account was too much work when he could just asks for selfies over text.

Thats why when Marshall finishes his browsing and begins backing out of a post back to Colson's homepage he doesn't even care to pay much attention to what he's tapping. The flash of black and loading wheel that lights up the screen completely missed when he tosses it across the bed in lieu of playing around on his own phone.

The livestream he accidentally starts mainly films a blank ceiling through the rest of Colson's shower. The occasional creak and shift on the bed from Marshall's weight and blare of music from his own phones speakers all anyone tuning in can hear.

It doesn't take a brain surgeon for fans to realize the Live has been started unknowingly, but thats not going to stop any of them from filing in.

Maybe if Colson hadn't set his phone to silent the string of text messages might have alerted Marshall to his mistake. But the older rapper relaxes back on the bed less than a foot away blissfully unaware until Colson finally exits the bathroom.

Neither of them notice the phone when Marshall sits up and scoots to the edge of the bed, his body briefly flickering past the frame. They don't see the explosion of comments flying past the screen while they talk and Colson shoves the other man back onto the bed again. Bouncing the phone high enough to almost flip it if fate didn't decide to just scoot it closer to their tangling bodies.

Colson's whole upper body and face is in frame from then on. His cheeks flushed and smile cocky while he straddles his unseen partner. Marshall's fingertips peeking onto the screen where they're tickling the skin covering his ribs.

Its not until after Marshall's sat back up and begun peppering kisses down the front of his throat that he finally catches sight of his half blanket covered phone. An amused accusation about the other rapper trying to sneakily film them prompting Marshall to scoff and reach out for it.

"Probably just the app, shits always opening up to the camera on my phone-"

The rush of comments speeding past the screen and the unmistakeable red dot next to LIVE has Marshall freezing. His wide eyed face fully on screen for 10 seconds before Colson finally pries the phone from his hands to see whats got him so spooked.

Instead of panic, anger is what rushes through Colson's veins. A slew of curses leaving his mouth, before he finally manages to end the live. Phone promptly flying out of his hand against the wall afterwards.

The blonde wants to scream and thrash around. And thats what he does, fingers tearimg at his hair in frustration.

It takes Marshall's fingers softly prying them down for Colson to finally open his eyes again. The utterly terrified look on his partner's face chasing away his residual rage. "Fuck Colson I'm sorry-" its not the first time he's heard Marshall apologize, but it is the first time the man has ever done it while looking so scared of his response.

All the months he'd spent dreaming about his rival making such an expression have nothing on the real thing. And that smug powerful feeling he'd imagined was completely absent now. Just an uncomfortable knot seizing up his chest in it's place.

"I'm not--" his own voice feels tight. Tears threatening to bubble up in his eyes while the reality of the whole situation continues to wash over him. "I'm not mad at you, alright?"

He's mad at the media, at his fans, the rap industry, everything that makes him feel like this little slip up and intimate moment of theirs going viral will ruin their lives.

Colson's sick of hiding who he is and who he's with. Its utter bullshit. Its 2019 for chrissakes, who gives a shit who's banging who? They both make bad ass music either way and liking dick shouldn't change that.

Pushing up off of Marshall, Colson moves to climb off the bed. His hopefully not smashed phone across the room his current focus. But the older rapper snags his wrist and wont let him take more than one step.

And thats when Colson realizes just why Marshall looks so terrified. The man's worried that this is it, that he's going to just leave.

Run away from their problems and abandon the relationship they've been cultivating. Just go full scorched earth.

And that hurts.

So instead the blonde softens his expression and climbs back into bed, onto the other man's lap to hug him tightly. "Fuck Marsh--" He's not about to let the media ruin another relationship. "I love you."

The responding hug is so tight it hurts but Colson doesn't stop. "I fucking love you."

They're falling back onto the bed, legs tangling and Colson's teeth grinding while he rubs his face along the older rapper's shoulder. "I love you"

He doesn't even know what else to say. Now that the words are out it's all his tongue can shape.

"Colson-" Marshall's warm palms are cupping his face, pulling him back so they can stare at eachother

"I love you-" that one hurts the most, maybe because they're eye to eye and just looking at Marshall's soft expression and the possibility of losing it makes him want to crumble. "Please-"

He chokes back a wet sound in the back of his throat before they kiss. Pressing as close as he can, practically trying to glue their mouths together permanently.

Marshall's afraid to lose him just as much. They're idiots for ever thinking it might be a possibilility.

The media can get blown, and so can the industry and their so called fans. The cats out of the bag now and theirs no turning back. If they don't like them together than tough shit. They've both dragged themselves up out of the pits before, this will be no different.

Except, this time they have eachother to lean on.

"I love you to you cornball."

(((Ffffff this sat in my drafts cuz I got distracted by work and life. Im so fucking sorry anon!!!)))

((Also! Thank you anon! For the compliments! Im glad you enjoy my works!))

[marbled-roses-au]

Marbled Roses

~°Entry #: 001°~

Author's Note: As this is just the introduction, don't expect much sex or porn or anything from this. This is just to get this story on the right track.

Alex smiled excitedly, slamming a thick script and a fairly new camera on the rough wooden table in front of his friends while they ate their lunch. "I have made something amazing." He said, still smiling excitedly and his eyes shining brightly.

Tim raised an eyebrow, humming a bit, "And this amazing something is...?" He asked, eating a few of his fries with an amused smile.

"A script, duh." Alex said in a tone that said it was obvious, sitting down with them, "I have been working on it for, like, the past six months or so and I finally have it perfect."

Jay looked at the cover, "'Marbled Roses'?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and looking at Alex curiously.

"It's gonna be a romance movie!" Alex said in an excited tone. He was so pumped to get the filming started. He wanted to get everyone he knew to help out in some way.

"How original." Tim said with a snicker, rolling his eyes a bit. He shook his head a bit, eating on his food.

"Hey!" Alex said, huffing a bit and glaring at Tim. For Alex, romance was good and fun to write, why did everyone hate it so much?

Brian snickered, "So, what's it about?" He asked, eating one of Tim's fries like it was no big deal. They were best friends after all and they shared just about everything.

"I'm glad you asked." Alex said, moving the script over a bit. "So, throughout the whole film, the main character is pining after this really pretty girl, right?" He asked, "Well, his best friend is also pining after this girl and they both are competing to see who can impress her more, mostly for fun. Then, the girl falls in love with another guy, who is highly disliked by the two friends because the guy is rude and hateful to the guys when the girl isn't around, and is rude to the guys and says some awful things to them...but they end up realizing that through their little competition they had fallen n love with each other and it ends all sweet and nice like that. The two guys falling for one another is going to be a big plot twist, it won't be obvious throughout the movie." He explained, smiling at all of his friends with an overabundance of enthusiasm.

"I like the idea..." Jay said with a soft, small smile, trying to be supportive. Alex may not have had the most creativity to write this, but he sure as hell had the passion to make it and that was admirable.

"Okay, wait, so through the whole film, the two guys slowly fall for each other and it isn't obvious at all?" Brian asked, making sure he had it right. He liked that idea. Most LGTB+ films were over dramatic and either depressing or insulting. That, and Alex tended to ramble on when he was excited and words blended together sometimes.

Alex nodded, "Yep!" He said, "Because everyone assumes a character is heterosexual, I want their first impression to be wrong. That little tid bit will be a good shocker in the end." It was obvious how excited he was, his eyes shining bright and a big smile on his face.

Tim hummed, "I would watch it." He said, shrugging a bit, "Sounds like it will be a really great movie." He knew Alex normally wrote things and didn't see them through, but this time he seemed comitted and even extremely excited.

Brian smiled softly, "So, who are you thinking for the lead and his best friend?" He asked, eyes darting to the camera on the table.

"Well..." Alex started, looking over at Jay, "I was thinking, maybe...you and Tim could play those parts...?" He asked slowly, giving them an awkward smile.

The two sputtered for a moment, looking at each other then back to Alex again. "Why us?" Tim asked incredulously, looking at Alex almost like he was crazy. Brian was blushing a bit, though it was soft enough that it wasn't noticeable.

"Think about it!" Alex said, "You two are the closest best friends I know and you both are gay. You were made for these roles!" He wouldn't say it, because they both would deny it until they were blue in the face, but he also wanted them for the roles because they always gave each other these...long,.loving looks and playfully flirted while simply calling it 'playful bantering'.

Brian huffed and rubbed his face, "I..." He sighed, "I guess I don't have a problem doing it if Tim doesn't." He said, looking over at Tim.

The other sighed, "Fine." He grumbled with a soft blush on his cheeks, "I guess I don't mind either." He said, looking at Alex with a sigh.

"Who are you thinking of asking to play the girl?" Jay asked, trying to change the subject for Tim and Brian.

"Oh!" Alex said, "I was thinking of asking that girl in my film class, Jessica Locke...do you guys know her?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and not getting a nod or anything from Tim and Brian.

Jay nodded and smiled a bit, "Yeah, I have most of my classes with her. She usually keeps to herself, but sometimes we do group projects together. She is really nice, I'm sure she would say yes." He said, humming a bit. She was always interested in being part of someone else's film, even if she wasn't going to play a part as an actor.

"That's awesome!" Alex said, smiling at Jay, "Can you ask her for me?" Jay sighed, but nodded and smiled.

"I think this film is going to be really great." Alex said, holding the script. "You know, when I was writing it at three am, I got up to get some snacks and use the bathroom and when I came back, there was a marbled red and blue rose sitting on the script. It's what gave me the idea for the name." He said with a smile.

"There was just a cut rose sitting on your script? Just randomly?" Tim asked, "And you don't find that suspicious at all." 

Alex shrugged, "Yeah...?" He said in an unsure tone.

"Alex, that is really, really weird." Jay said, chuckling nervously a bit. It gave him an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"Were any of your windows or doors open?" Brian asked, a concerned look on his face. All he could think was that someone might have been stalking Alex and broke in.

Something about this 'randomly appearing' rose he saw made them all uncomfortable. Like someone...or, rather, something, was stalking Alex. It could've been as simple as it was taped up on the wall and fell, too. But Tim, Jay, and Brian couldn't deny the nagging sense that something wasn't right.

Alex noticed their concern and rolled his eyes, "Guys, relax. No windows were open or broken, no doors were open, no locks were picked. No one was in my dorm, but me. Everything is fine. And besides," he said, "it's just a pretty rose...its not like its gonna kill me."

[tomshufflepuff]

Eleven Blocks - Part 2

ahhh it’s been so long!

Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader (reader is also his best friend and ex-girlfriend)

Summary:  you live eleven blocks away from tom. And it seems like wherever he goes, he’s reminded of you

Warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of anxiety, fluff

Word count: 3.4k

Are song lyrics

Part 1

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(Gif creds to @maddenmarvels)

“Hi,” Tom let out, his voice coming out as a quivering whisper.

You stood there motionless, forgetting that you were holding your dog back as your muscles tensed. Causing your dog to break free easily from your hold, happily running up to Tom like nothing had happened.

Like nothing has changed.

It took the small pup jumping and lightly scratching Tom’s jeans that brought Tom back to reality. He leaned down on one knee, his heart immediately bursting even more when the dog jumped up to lick Tom’s face, his tail wagging so quickly Tom wondered if there was such a thing as whiplash in the tail for animals.

You would have wondered that as well, if it weren’t for your constant state of being frozen.

Tom lifted his head up slowly, eyes quickly raking your form before his soft hues met your own.

That sure as hell made you snap out of it.

A whimper that you didn’t know you were holding in came to surface, but you swallowed that down as you took in your old love’s appearance.

Blue jeans paired with a simple black t-shirt was all he was wearing, customed with his black Nikes. But his stupid features was of course what really took your breath away.

His stupid chocolate colored hair.

His stupid cute face.

His stupid acne scars that you loved because it was just him while he strongly despised them.

His stupid pink, thin lips that just look so kissable-

His stupid brown eyes. That had stupid golden specks that could easily make anyone with a heart melt. Let’s not even get started on what those stupid specks did to you. They were a mix of honey with gold, and all you wanted to do was swim in them forever.

You didn’t even notice that you were staring until Tom cleared his throat, snapping you out of it once again and you internally slapped yourself for staring, admiring him so bluntly you felt a wave of awkwardness crash into you and suddenly it was too hard to stand up straight but you didn’t let that show.

The lovesick Brit in front of you didn’t seem to mind one bit. Actually, he loves how he can still get a rise of adoration from you by simply just standing there.

“S-sorry,” you mumbled, quickly composing yourself. Your stance changed from leaning on your front door for support to crossing your arms and actually standing up straight.

To keep what little dignity I have for myself. You thought.

Tom fought back a chuckle from your actions and stood up as well. The two of you never realized that your dog had wandered off a couple steps away, ecstatic to see his old pal Tessa before quietly playing with her.

It was like the two of them knew what was happening, and weren’t their usual loud selves as to not interrupt their owners falling back into one another.

Tom’s right hand came up behind his neck to scratch it, something he did as a fidget when he felt nervous or unsure of himself. You were too busy swooning at your pup and Tessa reuniting in what felt like years.

He turned to you, gulping down a lump he hadn’t even felt that was in his throat. This regained your attention, seeing his Adam’s apple bob up in down and feeling quite anxious yourself once again.

“Can we um- C-Can we talk?” He asked, feeling like he was a little boy who had just got caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar. All Tom wanted to do was collapse in himself, to have Harrison smack him for being such an awkward idiot in front of his best friend.

In front of the love of his life.

That sheer embarrassment was wiped away though, when a small grin reached your lips and you nodded slightly, “Yeah, yeah come on in.” You almost felt yourself trip on your own feet as you backed away a little, leaving Tom some room to slip in between the wall and your door. He returned the grin, although his was laced with something you couldn’t put your finger on. When his back was turned to you as he walked to your couch, you rolled your eyes and cursed yourself for being such a clumsy mess in front of the man you called your first love.

The two dogs on the porch lifted their heads, noticing Tom gone and you giving them a look that simply just instructed to follow. They did so, trailing after Tom and you swore if they were human, they would have shit eating grins on their faces while slapping each other once in excitement as they gazed at you and Tom lovingly. Like two fans of a television show couple who they want to finally fucking come together and confess their undying love for one another.

You shake your head, remembering Tom was still right in front of you as the pups walked to your dog’s bed in the living room, flopping down on the blankets in front of said bed and staring up at Tom longingly.

Damn they really were just a couple of eager fangirls.

Tom however was staring at the mantle to the side of your television that was set right upon your fireplace. One photo that particularly caught his eye, featured the two of you - not too long ago in fact - staring up at the camera with wide smiles. His arms were wrapped around your waist as you were holding two ice cream cones, the smile on your face matching the man’s right next to you. The crinkles around the actor’s eyes were on full display, meaning that was truly a real, enormous big smile. Not that he didn’t have that smile adoring his features anyways. But the happiness was just screaming from his face. And he felt his lips turn upwards without consciously thinking about stopping himself.

Your feet nervously shuffled up to him to see what photo caught his attention. Once you saw which one, you couldn’t help but match his expression as well.

“That was a fun day,” you spoke softly, it now being your turn to snap Tom out of a trance. He turned to you quickly, glancing at you on his side before turning back to the photo, the smile never leaving his perfect face.

“Yeah. Yeah it really was.” He returned.

This was when Tom actually felt, genuinely happy and whole. Sure, he’s been excited to be back home, catching up with friends and family, showing Jacob around, just looking forward to being somewhat normal again, since he has returned from filming.

But Tom always felt like something was missing. Or rather, someone. And that this was holding him back from being whole once again at home. He pushed that aside though, especially when his brothers had brought up that you might be the reason why he didn’t feel completely, himself. They too had noticed their elder brother’s, let’s say, off behavior.

Tom just never felt like he was 100% him.

He didn’t blame you for it. That would be absurd and crazy and would make no sense whatsoever.

The both of you didn’t see Tessa’s tail wagging in that moment, like she had caught onto her owner finally being, here, all of him, here again.

Tom finally gathered up the courage, a heavy sigh falling from his chapped lips as he turned to you all of the way, a full 90 degrees.

His eyes met your own and his emotions of missing you went crazy. For now he was actually bothering to show it instead of bottling it all up inside and getting mad and frustrated at anyone who brought up your name because that just reminded him of the end. The end of your relationship, the end of the best thing he had in his wild life. And he hated himself for not fighting for the girl he loved.

But now, now he wasn’t going to turn away. He was going to fight for his best friend, for his love. He wasn’t going to get angry, bite his tongue and storm away like he has been doing. He was actually going to face you, and confess something he had been holding in and denying for such a long time.

“I miss you,” He choked out, his voice wavering and he didn’t notice he was crying. A sad smile dawned your beautiful face, gently reaching up and laying your hand against his cheek. Tom immediately leaned into your touch. Neither of you seeing how close you actually were to one another.

It was just a natural instinct, to inch closer to the man in front of you.

“I miss you too,” you spoke softly. So softly that it was actually a whisper. Your emotions finally reaching the surface as well. It was time to let your walls crumble. The walls you had built up to distract yourself from him. To push away any feelings you had of missing him, missing what you two had. Even pushing your own friendship aside. Just anything to forget him. And the heartbreak that stupid fight created. And frankly, how long it lasted.

“I’m so sorry for everything,” Tom spoke, kissing your palm lightly, his arms still at his sides. Of course, he knew you were going to make up, maybe even get back together. But he stood frozen, not knowing what the hell to do since he was finally letting everything that he sadly built up, finally crumble to the ground.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you. I’m sorry for insulting you. I’m sorry for ignoring you while I was away. I’m sorry I pushed you away. But most importantly, I’m sorry I broke our promise to not let anything break us. Break what we had. I’m so fucking sorry for not showing you love. I'm sorry I made you think I stopped loving you.”

Tom’s words were shaky, his voice cracking a couple of times as well as you choked on your breath, releasing a sigh of relief and tears met your eyes as well during his declaration.

“Tom, it’s my fault as well.” You shook your head. Tom wrapped his arms around you gently, still afraid to pull you closer. He was about to speak but you stopped him. He of course was going to put all of the blame on himself. But that was not the case at all. “Before you deny it, our breakup went both ways. We both lost our connection, we both lost one another. We both said hurtful things, we both yelled at each other. We both stopped showing the other love. We both broke our promise.” Tom let a couple tears fall as you wiped them gently with your thumb, your other hand coming up to hold his face as well.  This is a two way street, Thomas. You are not going to blame yourself for all of this. I am in the wrong as well. Please, please understand that, baby.” The pet name is all it took for Tom to pull you in closer, resting his forehead against yours and you sighed hugely in relief. Feeling his skin against your own once again, and in such an intimate and loving manner caused your eyes to release tears as well. Tom quickly brought his right hand up, wiping away the stray tear on your lovely  face just as you did prior.

“Can I please kiss you?” He whispered, his breath not shaky this time.

You smiled and let another breath reach passed your lips, nodding your head desperately.

“God yes,” Less than a second later, his lips were finally on your own.

Tom let out a relief sigh into the kiss, trying to pull you as close to him as he possibly could. But that was a bit hard considering you were already pressed up against one another completely, so he held you tightly. Tightly as if he were to let go, he would wake up from a dream, and that you would slip through his fingers and fade away like he stupidly let you months ago.

His lips felt soft on your own, despite the fact that he felt they were chapped before he kissed you. It was needy, but not in a bad way. It was like finally being able to breathe on your own once again, after being hooked up to an oxygen mask for years. And it felt so damn good.

It was as if a delicate, priceless artefact that had been accidentally and tragically broken in ancient times, to finally be glued back to one another. Permanently reuniting with its other half, not planning on breaking ever again.

His lips pressed against your own so strongly, the young heartthrob craving your touch for what felt like a century. Teeth clashed at first, causing you to giggle into the kiss together. But quickly, it was back on track from being messy and desperate. Now, it was just good and desperate. His tongue gently swiping across your bottom lip, asking for entrance to which you happily granted in less than a millisecond. 

You and Tom both were whole once again in each other’s arms. Forgetting how to breathe even after a while, remembering that humans need oxygen.

You pulled apart slowly, your eyes still closed along with Tom’s as well. It was now your turn to be afraid to face him, fearing that if you were to open your eyelids, he would be gone. And that this would never happen. Even if you could feel his heart beating rapidly against his chest against your own, and your heart returning the favor. 

You reluctantly gave in, needing to gaze upon his beautiful brown orbs once again. When you did so, Tom’s eyes were already open, already on you.

There was those golden specks again. He had gained the sparkle back in his eyes. Everyone noticed it was gone when you split. And oh how much you missed his eyes.

And how he looked at you. With such love, compassion, happiness, content, admiration, adoration, care and heart. You missed this look in his eyes, you missed how your affection could make him react. Overall, just missing him. He looked at you as if you were the only thing he will ever need in this universe. Like your love returned, your heart in his hands ass his were in your own, was everything he needed to conquer the world.

“I love you so much,” you spoke sternly. Not letting your voice waver or your e/c hues to leave his own soft ones, even to blink.

All Tom did was smile, his heart beating faster if that was even possible. It really did have grabby hands, and after months of pining for your heart to hold hands with his own, he didn’t try to hide it. “I love you too.” He whispered gently. It wasn’t long before your lips met with his own again. No messiness included this time around. Just love, need and want.

‘Cause it’s Friday night, you’re not that type

I know that you’re home

You smiled and let another breath reach passed your lips, nodding your head desperately.

“God yes,” Less than a second later, his lips were finally on your own.

Tom let out a relief sigh into the kiss, trying to pull you as close to him as he possibly could. But that was a bit hard considering you were already pressed up against one another completely, so he held you tightly. Tightly as if he were to let go, he would wake up from a dream, and that you would slip through his fingers and fade away like he stupidly let you months ago.

His lips felt soft on your own, despite the fact that he felt they were chapped before he kissed you. It was needy, but not in a bad way. It was like finally being able to breathe on your own once again, after being hooked up to an oxygen mask for years. And it felt so damn good.

It was as if a delicate, priceless artefact that had been accidentally and tragically broken in ancient times, to finally be glued back to one another. Permanently reuniting with its other half, not planning on breaking ever again.

His lips pressed against your own so strongly, the young heartthrob craving your touch for what felt like a century. Teeth clashed at first, causing you to giggle into the kiss together. But quickly, it was back on track from being messy and desperate. Now, it was just good and desperate. His tongue gently swiping across your bottom lip, asking for entrance to which you happily granted in less than a millisecond. 

You and Tom both were whole once again in each other’s arms. Forgetting how to breathe even after a while, remembering that humans need oxygen.

You pulled apart slowly, your eyes still closed along with Tom’s as well. It was now your turn to be afraid to face him, fearing that if you were to open your eyelids, he would be gone. And that this would never happen. Even if you could feel his heart beating rapidly against his chest against your own, and your heart returning the favor. 

You reluctantly gave in, needing to gaze upon his beautiful brown orbs once again. When you did so, Tom’s eyes were already open, already on you.

There was those golden specks again. He had gained the sparkle back in his eyes. Everyone noticed it was gone when you split. And oh how much you missed his eyes.

And how he looked at you. With such love, compassion, happiness, content, admiration, adoration, care and heart. You missed this look in his eyes, you missed how your affection could make him react. Overall, just missing him. He looked at you as if you were the only thing he will ever need in this universe. Like your love returned, your heart in his hands ass his were in your own, was everything he needed to conquer the world.

“I love you so much,” you spoke sternly. Not letting your voice waver or your e/c hues to leave his own soft ones, even to blink.

All Tom did was smile, his heart beating faster if that was possible. It really did have grabby hands, and after months of pining for your heart to hold hands with his own, he didn’t try to hide it. “I love you too.” He whispered gently. It wasn’t long before your lips met with his own again. No messiness included this time around. Just love, need and want.

‘Cause it’s Friday night, you’re not that type

I know that you’re home

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It had been hours since Tom had stepped foot into your home. The both of you found yourselves laying on your living room couch, embraced in one another. Tom’s back was against the back of the furniture while your back was pressed against Tom’s chest. His arms were wrapped around you, firm but also delicately. Your arms were wrapped around his own, your hands laying on top of his , fingers laced to each other. Now the embrace itself happened when you and your love were awake, but your hands managed to find their way to the other’s, wrapping into the other’s gently in your sleep.

Harrison was blindly walking around looking for his best friend with Jacob on the phone. Jacob telling the frantic blonde that Tom had last spoken to him before he said he was taking Tessa out on a walk. Harrison had loosened his grip on his phone as his blue eyes fell upon your house, immediately feeling himself soften and calm down.

Could it be…

He told his friend he thinks he knows where Tom is, and Jacob quickly told him to keep him updated, knowing Harrison and him giving a fast, “Okay” before hanging up.

The blonde Brit took off in a sprint towards your house, not bothering to knock because it was natural for you all to burst into each other’s houses, yelling the name of whom you’re looking for while sending a quick wave to that person’s parents or siblings downstairs.

Harrison was about to do so, ready to yell your name and ask if you'd had seen or heard from your ex boyfriend recently. But he caught his tongue in his teeth, immediately biting it as he saw two pairs of feet come into his vision while he was searching desperately from his very spot in front of your door.

He didn’t even wince at the light pain that came as a result, walking, tiptoeing to your sofa to find his two best friends wrapped up in one another, once again.

His heart dropped to his stomach, in a good way though. He also felt relieved. So happy that Tom Holland and Y/N L/N finally found their way back to one another.

Snores brought him out of his happy trance, but the light sounds weren’t coming from his best friends. No, he walked closer to the sofa and noticed your pet and Tom’s laying on one another, right beside the couch.

Harrison couldn’t help but to lightly coo at the scene, trying his best to not be loud. He quickly snapped a photo of you and Tom, sending it to everyone. Even capturing your pups in the shot, and individual ones of them as well, separately from you and Tom.

Jacob was the first to respond, replying with a heart eyes emoji and a red heart.

Back at the Holland residence, the remaining family members gathered around Nikki’s phone, the photo of their son and brother holding his soulmate in his arms, fast asleep, on full display. Nikki herself turned the Wifi off on her phone, so no notifications would interrupt what she couldn’t believe at first.

Harry and Sam fist bumped one another. Paddy cheered along with Dominic while Nikki couldn’t take her eyes away from the illuminated device. The family all staring at her screen, and after a while she found herself tearing up. She was ecstatic to see them together again, to see her son so at peace even in his sleep. To see the grin on his face and knowing that his heart was truly full once again.

The mother did not even try to hide her emotions as her husband pulled her into a hug, kissing the top of her head as wife let out tears of joy. Dom didn’t bother to hide a tear that managed to escape his own eyes. White their three sons were still staring at the photo, happy and cheering to themselves that their older brother was whole again. That he was happy, and that Y/N - whom they considered you a sister - happy and at peace as well.

Let’s just say, the  teasing didn’t hesitate to start up again from your friends and families. You and Tom didn't mind it one bit. Secretly - not so secretly - wanting to get used to it again.

You both quickly fell back into place, as if a breakup and a few heartbreaks didn’t stop your hearts from wanting, needing each other.

I got somebody

Waiting for me at home

I got somebody...

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Please let me know if there are any mistakes!

Feel free to give me feedback as well! Thoughts? Constructive criticism? I’m open to everything :)

By the way, when I was typing that his heart along with the reader’s had grabby hands, I was picturing a scene from the short film, In A Heartbeat, I very much recommend watching it :)

Tagging some mutuals: @underoos-shield @akaspiderman @naturallytom @starksparker @badhollandfluff @its-the-unknownspideywrites @parkersgalaxy96 @stuckyswhore @stuckonspidey @marvelouspeterparker @gyllenhollands @negasonicteenagemess @cutesparker @hawkinsholland @raspberryparker @hollandroos @galperson @scftholland @blissfulparker (lemme know if you want to be removed!)

Permanent taglist: @smexylemony // @embrace-themagic // @petxrparks // @iamsatansoul // @em-aesthe // @ohbabycal // @tiny-friggin-human // @spideymood // @spidey-caps // @osterfieldholland01 // @cornacopicimagines

Tom Holland taglist: @delphianegoist // @mischiefmanaged49 // @hollandsosterfield // @osterfieldholland01 // @shaykeijser //

Author’s Note:  First I would like to apologize on how long it’s been for me to update part two. It’s been literal months y’all I suck.

Second of all, I want to thank those who have been waiting. You’re so patient and I literally love you so much and want to give you all of the food in the world.

What’s been going on? I’ve been busy off and on, I got a job especially a couple months ago. But really I’ve been going through some personal shit and just lost my ability to write completely. I’ve started the draft to this piece multiple times (along with changed, which sadly I’m still working out because I’m lazy and have no writing talent oof), but I have quickly lost motivation each time I tried, or just didn��t know what to say. A mix of writer’s block and lack of talent is ultimately the big picture here :(

Thank you so, so much for the patience and kind words!

[lazywriter519]

A Date With Ignis

So this is an excerpt from my book Ignite My Heart. You can find it on Wattpad if you wanna read the whole thing. But I stopped writing on there because I want to write fan suggestions. So please suggest me any Reader x FFXV stuff you want to see ^^

After deciding that Ignis and I would go on a date, Prompto asked if he could go dress shopping with me.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because you need someone else's opinion! Especially a guy's opinion," He put me in a choke hold, not strong enough to hurt me, and rushes me out the door.

"Prompto! What the hell?! Let go!" I yelled as I smacked his arm.

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We walk through the halls of the hotel in silence. I had not spoken a word to Prompto the entire time we had been out, which hadn't been too long. He finally had gotten the hint and stopped talking. The only sound was the sound of my plastic bag.

"Come on. You can't stay mad at me forever, Y/N" he says in a light-hearted tone.

"..." I remain silent.

"You know Ignis is gonna love it," he sings.

"..."

"And it's all thanks to who?" I eye him down and see he's smiling like crazy, probably to get me to laugh or something. It was a beautiful dress and it really was thanks to him. Not only that, but he insisted I buy makeup too.

I sigh, "You."

"That's right!" When we reach our rooms he says, "Okay! Now go in your room and get ready. Come to our room when you're done." He quickly enters his room before I can respond.

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I look at myself in the mirror absolutely amazed. Although we were in Altissia, this is a dress I would have expected to find back in Insomnia. It was a tight black dress with long sleeves. One of the sleeves and the torso of my dress was made of a beautiful black lace that exposed my skin. I put on a light layer of makeup and then left the bathroom to put on my heels. As I walked around the room with them, trying to get used to them I noticed just how short the dress really was. I almost felt exposed, like I wouldn't be able to bend down if I dropped something without flashing the whole city.

After walking around for a bit longer, I decided to knock on the door that connected the two rooms together. There was a lot of shuffling and shushing on the other side of the door. Then Prompto cracked the door open and peeked inside. His jaw instantly drops to the floor.

"Oh. Em. Gee." He quickly grabs my wrist and pulls me inside. I almost fall down, not being able to keep my balance from the heels. I don't see Ignis anywhere when I get myself straightened out.

"Gladio! Gladio!!" Prompto starts yelling.

I see Gladio sitting at the foot of one of the beds. He looks up from his phone in his hand and his eyes widen. I see his eyes are mostly traveling around my body. Damn, I guess my body looks so good in this dress that even the other guys can't help but look. I guess there reactions make sense. Throughout the entire trip I hadn't worn any makeup and I'm always dressed in clothes that are appropriate for combat. I snap my fingers in front of Gladio's face to get his attention.

"Um, hello? Earth to Gladio." He shakes his head and forces himself to look at my face, "Where's Iggy?" I ask.

"Oh! Right!" Prompto laughs nervously. He skips over to the bathroom and opens the door, "Okay you can come out now. Just wait until you get a load of her!"

I hear him sigh, "Prompto, I think your being a bit too-" he stops as he steps out and sees me.

We look at each other in slight shock. He wore what he usually did, but instead of leather he wore an actually suit without a tie. He also didn't have his gloves on. Unlike Gladio, Ignis' eyes were locked on to my face. He gulps nervously.

"You look... Ravishing, Y/N" Even as nervous as he seems he still manages to keep a cool voice.

"You do too, Iggy" I mumble.

"Okay okay! Stand together you two!" Prompto says as he holds out his camera. We stand next to each other, slightly awkward at first. Ignis isn't much of a fan of being affectionate around the boys.

"Come on! Put your arm around her, Iggy." Prompto motions with his hand for Ignis to do as he says. He sighs and hesitantly pulls me closer. Prompto begins snapping away, moving to different angles and sounding like a true photographer. Eventually the flash starts bugging my eyes however and I start getting annoyed.

"Mom, your embarrassing me!" I speak like a spoiled teenager.

"Oh, come on! I'm excited!" Prompto whined.

"Alright, Blondie. Shows over," Gladio throws Prompto onto his shoulder. He begins punching his back and yelling at him to put him down. "Go on, lovebirds."

I laugh and Ignis holds my hand as we leave. I can hear Prompto shouting, "Be safe you two! Don't do anything stupid! And no making mini Ignis's!"

My face turns bright red. He probably did, but I really hope Ignis didn't hear that. Then I start to wonder. Would we do anything afterwards? Is that why Ignis wanted to go on this date? I think back to all the times we had spent time together. I don't recall him ever look down at my body. He always looked me in the eyes, which wasn't a bad thing, but now I wish he had peeked at least once. But does he even know... How?

We leave the hotel and head for a gondola station. One is already waiting for some passengers. The man greets us and asks where we would like to go. Ignis gives a destination and we step in. We float slowly along the water and I watch as the sun sets. I think sunsets and rises are going to become our thing now.

"So, what did you have planned?" I asked.

"We already had dinner, so I thought we could go out for tea," he answers.

"Anything else?" I didn't want to seem rude. However, I wouldn't want the night to end with just tea.

"Hmm... I suppose we'll just wonder around for a bit."

"Okay," I rest my head on his should and feel him rest his head on top of mine. I close my eyes and try to savor this sweet moment for the rest of the ride.

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After we have tea at a small outdoor restaurant we begin walking around the city, looking for something to do. We end up in a very tiny square, with a giant fountain with what looked like a fish statue in the middle or something.

"Whoa. That's huge!" I stare up at the statue in amazement, and barely notice Ignis walk away for a few seconds.

He taps my shoulder, "Y/N?" I look back at him to see he's holding a paper bird. "Would you like to throw a wishing bird?"

I take the bird I'm my hands, "Wishing bird?"

He nods and hands me a pen, "If you write a wish on the bird and throw it into the statues mouth it may come true."

I gasp, "That's so cool!" I try thinking of something to write and eventually write something down.

I stand in front of the fountain, trying my hardest to aim correctly. Please make it... Please. I throw it and watch as the bird flies right into the fish's mouth.

"I did it!" I yell. Ignis chuckles.

"What did you wish for, love?" He asks.

"I can't tell you. Then it won't come true." I answer.

We continue for quite a while, talking amongst ourselves. We walk for so long we manage to get a little lost. Ignis decides to ask around for help, but I stop him.

"What is it, love?" I point at a building nearby. I can hear the music and see people moving around.

"Why don't we have some more fun?" I ask.

"I never would have thought you'd enjoy dancing." He answers. I look up at him waiting. He smiles and wraps an arm around me. "Well, let's go in."

We dance for a long time. All of the music is a bit fast pace. I was surprised to see that Ignis is a really good dancer. Way better than I am. Eventually, a very light and slow song echoes through the building. I stop and look at him awkwardly. I have no idea how to slow dance. I thought we would just leave, but he holds out his hand and bows to me. I hesitantly take his hand and he stands straight again. He pulls me closer and puts a hand on my waist. He senses my nervousness.

"Are you alright, Y/N?" He whispers gently.

"Um..." I look down at our feet, "I don't know how to slow dance," he chuckles.

"Don't worry. Just follow my lead," I do my best to follow each step. I keep my eyes on his feet until he pulls my chin up with one hand, "Look up. I can't see your beautiful face when you look down like that," I blush like crazy and resist the urge to look back down.

I mess up a few times, but soon the moves come naturally to me as I lose myself in his green eyes. The songs pace slowly quickens. We keep up to the tempo and eventually he starts trying new moves. Spinning me around, lifting me up. He then lowers my body for a dip. Instead of lifting me back up however, we stay like this. Out of breath, both is hands on my waist, our faces mere centimeters away from each other. The song ends, but we stay like. I expect him to kiss me, but he lifts me back up.

"It's getting late. We should go," he says. His voice trembles this time. Has he lost his cool? Or is it just from the dancing? I look up at the sky as we exit the building.

Oh Six, please make tonight extra special!

After wondering around in the nearly empty streets we find another gondola station. We find out that this gondola is a bit far from our hotel, but we don't mind. We are silent for most of the trip, but halfway through it we hear a loud bang as the sky lights up. We look up to see fireworks filling the dark sky. I don't think I've ever been on a more romantic date. We watch in amazement and I giggle like a child, pointing up at the sky as some shapes appear. We see cactuars, moogles, and Prompto's favorite, chocobos.

Eventually we make it back to the hotel. As we walk the halls to our rooms my heart beat becomes faster and stronger. Please...please...please!

[fitmydaydream]

Vulnerable - Part 1

Part 1 / Part 2

Prompt: It was one fine day until Y/N accidentally hears Shawn mention her name in a conversation that she wasn’t supposed to hear.

Word Count: 3k

A/N: ANGST ANGST ANGST! This imagine is based on some prompts an anon sent me and I got deep into that concept so I decided to write a whole story about it. Thank you @anon. I hope you guys like it. Happy reading angels!

You knew this day was going to end on a great note or you atleast hoped it would. You'd enjoyed yourself today quite well and have had some sweet conversations with Shawn's family members and his friends and they all happened to like you quite better than you expected which meant you didn't have to loathe yourself at the end of the day.

The sun was almost ready to set down and it was time to bid goodbye to all.

You thanked Shawn's parents to invite you for such a great get together and let them know that you probably had one of the best brunches today.

Shawn's parents were really fond of you. They said that you were the girlfriend that he never had and had been always so welcoming towards you with open arms. Unlike anyone else, they were the only ones who knew about you and Shawn being in a relationship.

You hugged them and shortly after having a quick conversation with them, your eyes began to scan the crowd for Shawn. He was nowhere to be seen. So you decided to approach Aaliyah about his whereabouts right now.

"Hey Aaliyah have you seen Shawn? I think it's time for us to leave now and I cannot find him anywhere." you asked her.

"Oh yeah. I saw him in the backyard just a few moments ago. You can check him there if you want!" Aaliyah replied.

You thanked her and walked towards the backyard in order to get Shawn. Slowly, as you approached the backyard you started to hear whispers. You got confused from the fact as why Shawn has to whisper in his own house. You smiled to yourself as how silly he can be sometimes.

But as you got to the door that lead to the backyard. You stopped in your tracks. You didn't want to go further. You didn't want to eavesdrop but couldn't help when there was a mention about your name. You carefully hid yourself behind the door and tried listening to the ongoing conversation between Shawn and whom you assumed to be a bunch of other people, most probably his cousins.

"Like I can't even tell you man what's it all like. She's always wants to know where I am and what I'm doing like she's not my mother you know. Even mum doesn't do that anymore ahh!" Shawn whispered to the others. You still weren't able to make out what this was exactly about.

"Like she wants to know everything I do. Every place I go, I should go after informing her otherwise she would throw a fit. Constantly nagging and craving for attention." Shawn said. Your face fell at those words.

"Always so clingy man! I don't know what to do."

"Why don't you tell her? Maybe she'll get what you're trying to say? She's your girlfriend after all buddy." someone amongst the group spoke.

"Hell nah. I don't think that's a good idea because who knows what fit she'll throw next after hearing that." Shawn said slightly laughing.

Hurt and embarrassed would be the most appropriate words to describe what you were feeling right then.

Yes you were clingy but only because you weren't allowed to be with Shawn when you both were under the prying eyes. And for the fact, Shawn was always under the prying eyes and the camera flashes. Nobody except his parents was allowed to know about you two.

It has been 1 whole year into your relationship with Shawn and there he was still all secretive about his relationship with you to the public and most importantly, his friends.

The first 6-7 months you didn't care about this fact at all because you were trying to adjust to his lifestyle then. But it was after those 7 months when Shawn finally claimed the love he held for you that you started to feel a bit insecure about yourself but you brushed the feeling off for the sake that one day maybe he'll make it official to all his friends and his fans. But that hadn't happened till date.

You never complained about the feeling of sheer lonliness in such a big house. The homesickness you felt sometimes just for the sake that Shawn might be needing you instead and you didn't want to be a burden on him. You never compained about Shawn's lack of presence in his own house.

You never complained about the moments when he would avoid you in front of his friends and certain parties giving the lame excuse that he didn't want people to know about you both. He would exist like you weren't even there. You never complained about not holding his hand in public out of love just because the paparazzi could catch you and flash them as headlines on the front page. You never came between him and his music because you respected his passion so much.

And now he had the audacity to go and call you clingy and that too in front of his family members. You thought to yourself that this couldn't get any worse. A tear slipped from your eye and you quickly wiped it with your hand. You were heartbroken.

You started walking away thinking that you were gonna think about this once you get home and that this was not an appropriate place to confront Shawn about this.

You were too upset so you decided to slip through the backdoor and texted Shawn you were waiting by the car. You stood there by the car thinking about ways to confront him about this. Or were you actually really that clingy?

After about you saw Shawn walk out through the door of his house, waving goodbye to his parents and Aaliyah. He walked upto you smiling as if he'd just not told his fellows about his girlfriend being clingy.

Usually you would wait for Shawn to open the door for you but you were too pissed to let him do that so you climbed in the passenger seat and closed the door. Shawn got confused but somehow decided to let it go.

He sat himself in the driver seat and looked at you. You were looking outside the window trying your best to avoid him.

"Did you have a good time today babe?" Shawn asked you gently reaching for your hand.

"Yeah." you replied bluntly, quick to withdraw your hand from his.

"Baby are you okay? I mean is everything okay?" Shawn asked you concerning.

"Yeah. Can we please just go home. I'm too sleepy." you replied him quickly shifting your eyes away in the other direction.

Shawn wasn't convinced with your reply but decided to ask you again about this once you both got home.

The ride to home was short but an awkward one. Shawn tried to initiate several conversations between you two but they were shortly ended by you just humming or nodding in reply to whatever he was telling you. Shawn got an idea from that there was surely something up with you .

Once Shawn parked the car in your driveway, you opened the door and rushed towards yours and Shawn's so called home in order to go to your bedroom. The whole ride you've been thinking about the words that came out of his mouth and was trying so hard not to cry. It was getting too much for you now.

Shawn saw you rushing towards the house and was quick to follow you.

“Y/N! Why are you walking so fast? Y/N! Slow down!" Shawn yelled after you.

All his calls went unheard by you. You were like a bubble that was going to burst anytime now and you didn't want to talk to him right now and make it worse. But there was no escaping from him right now.

Suddenly you felt a strong grip around your right hand and Shawn turned you around to face him.

“What the hell Y/N? What is wrong with you?” Shawn asked you clearly pissed off.

You rolled your eyes at him out of annoyance. Annoyed by the fact that how cool and innocent he was acting as he just didn't do anything. You were so pissed off at him that even when he turned you around to face you, you didn't care to look at his face at all.

"What's with me?" you asked him plainly while looking at the wall behind him.

"Duh?? What's with you being all sappy all of a sudden? I think the lunch went quite well and you enjoyed it too. So what's wrong with you?" he asked you, his grip getting more firm around your arms. You took a deep breath and let it out. But it didn't help with the anger.

"Why don't you tell me that Shawn? Everything is so perfect and easy for you that you also assume other's to be like that right?" you hissed while pushing his hands off from you.

"What? What's wrong with me?" Shawn asked you completely unaware of what you were trying to say.

"Oh well nice. What a pretty drama queen you are. Play it all innocent and I'll let it go and run into your arms just like all those previous times. But not this time Shawn!" you spat.

Shawn began to get nervous. He didn't want to believe that you'd just heard the conversation he was having with his cousins. This could turn pretty bad he thought to himself. But he still tried to play it innocent and act cool.

"What are you talking about?" he asked.

"Don't play it cool because I know what you said about me Shawn. It's too late to back out!" you said raising your voice a little.

"You fucking eavesdropped? Are you crazy how can you do that Y/N?" Shawn said with a raised voice.

"How pathetic of you that you care about that but don't fucking care about what you said about me in front of your cousins? I seriously wanna applaud you for that." you said laughing sarcastically.

"Well I don't think I said anything wrong. Did I?" Shawn said bluntly.

“Wh-What? Oh my god I can't believe you Shawn. How could you fucking say that Shawn. If you'd a problem with me, you fucking talk to me Shawn and not to your cousins about it while mocking about it!” you raised your voice a little more this time. You were shocked and it was getting hard for you to not to cry.

"Well what could I've said to you Y/N? You're so bloody uptight about all the things always that I can't even talk to you." Shawn retaliated.

"Oh that's so great to hear that I'm the one who's being uptight here. Even if I'm uptight according to you, the reason behind it is you Shawn. It you. " you huffed.

"Oh now you're gonna turn this all on me? Well that's great because I don't have time for this shit Y/N!" he said with a voice much higher this time.

"Yes because this is indeed all about you. You don't have time for this shit Shawn or you don't have time for me? I think that's what you're trying to say right? Because you don't have fucking time for me any time Shawn. And that's the truth!" you yelled at him.

"This is so not true and don't you dare go there!" he hissed.

"Oh no! I'm absolutely gonna go there because you need to know what has been going on my mind lately. I'm in no way going to let you be anymore ignorant about this." you stopped yourself from breaking down.

He continued looking the other way and rolling his eyes which hurt you more that it had.

"Then listen Shawn. I don't recognise you anymore. You're not the same person who I fell in love with an year back. You're not that person who was proud to have me and didn't held back himself from showering me with affection an year back. You're a changed person Shawn. I didn't fall in love with this cold hearted person who's not even looking at me right now even when I'm about to break down. What happened to you? What happened to those times when you rush towards me with wide open arms to console me and telling me it's gonna be alright." you finally cried.

Shawn's face softened a bit after hearing your last words.

"What happened to those times when you would wake me up with a good breakfast on our bed and surprise me with a date anyday Shawn? But now you don't even consider having dinner with me atleast once a week. I let myself doze off to sleep when I get tired of waiting for you even when you know how much I hate sleeping alone Shawn. This home doesn't feel like home Shawn. It doesn't feel like the one we moved in so happily and with all those sweet promises we made to each other. I'm so tired. And most importantly, I don't even think you like me to be your side anymore?" your voice croaked at the end of the sentence.

Shawn's face suddenly turned to look at you with a hurt expression laced over his face.

"W-what do you mean Y/N?" he asked.

"It's pretty clear isn't it Shawn. How you don't want to be seen in the public with me? At first I understood it was important for your career to stay away from all the paparazzi and all the drama that would follow up with it but Shawn you fucking confessed you loved me! Didn't you? I believed you when you said I make you feel grounded. That you don't feel afraid with me. That you wanna be with me all the time. Were they all lies Shawn? When you're refused to go out with me in public, you agree just like that but how come you've no problem getting clicked with other girls?" you sobbed.

Shawn held his head down, looking at his feet. Probably ashamed?

"You've no idea what it feels like Shawn when I'm sitting on this couch for most times of the day and see pictures of you with other girls and people speculating about you being in relationship with them even though that's not true. Fuck people, even your friends or even the closest of your friends are fucking clueless about us being in a relationship Shawn because you don't like PDA in front of them. You act like I don't freaking exist Shawn. And even after all this, I decide to stick with you. Stick with you despite all the lonliness, insecurities and anxiety your fame life gives me because for me it was always and always you Shawn. It was always you and your music. It has always been all about you and your passion Shawn. I feel like there was and will never be a place for me in your professional life because I want to always see you rising. I don't want to hold you back. Hell I never held you back even when you were so selfish. You're so egotistical Shawn that all you care about is yourself. And despite all this you've the fucking audacity to go and call me clingy and uptight? I this what I get at last?" you were crying but you were in rage too. You were so angry with Shawn and his casual attitude.

Shawn stayed quite. He was numb. Didn't know what to say because every word that was coming out of your mouth was reflecting the truth and your pain.

"Are you ashamed to have me Shawn? Ashamed that I'm not as perfect like the celebrity friends you have? Ashamed that I might not be good enough to bring out in public and claim that you love me? Answer me Shawn! Just bloody answer me!!!" you yelled.

"W-What? Why would you s-say t-that?" he stuttered.

"That's not even an answer you idiot! Fuck that. Answer me this. Do you even love me anymore Shawn?" you said with pain visible in your words and eyes. Your eyes were begging him for the answer. You regretted asking him this but it was important to ask because maybe you were the one who was at fault here by having false hopes from him that Shawn was still in love with you.

Shawn looked at you with wide eyes. He seemed like his soul has left his body. He was breathing heavily. He seemed so out of words. You knew what it was. He was not in love with you. Not anymore. And you've got the answer from his silence. Your heart shattered into pieces and you felt sick to your stomach. You were losing your mind. A tear slipped from your eye. You were more angry with him than upset.

"You're a fucking coward Shawn Peter Raul Mendes. A fucking coward is what you are. I let all my walls down for you and this is what you treat me with. The pathetic silence." you spoke to him through gritted teeth and pointing your finger at his chest. Tears now streaming down your face.

“I hate you for making me feel so miserable.” you spat while pushing him away on his chest hard.

You couldn't stand him anymore. You needed to get out of this house right now. It was feeling like the world was closing upon you. Your vision blurred and turned and started walking away from him towards the door.

Shawn looked like if he had just seen a ghost.

"And don't you fucking dare to even follow me Shawn. Don't you fucking dare." you said while walking out of the door.

Tears welled up in his eyes. He loved you. More than anything else. He just didn't think if he was right for you at all. He didn't deserve you ever.

Shawn was sobbing hard looking at you walking away from him. Maybe he was used to walking away from you and make you suffer always but instead it was his turn today. Oh god what has he done.

xx

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my ii m&g experience ♥

(long rambling and pic spam ahead)

arriving + waiting in line

prior to and upon arriving at the venue, i was SO incredibly nervous to the point that it nearly overpowered my excitement. my heart had been racing all week and my stomach was in knots. i’d been anticipating this very day for almost a year and i was absolutely terrified that something would go wrong. i kept having thoughts like, “what if there’s a ton of unexpected traffic backed up for hours and i miss the meet and greet?” “what if there’s something wrong with my ticket??” “what if i forget something important and i’m denied access?” “what if i DIE before i get there!?” luckily, none of my delusional fears from my panicked state of mind came true and most of my anxiety disappeared after i was given my wristband.

meeting and conversing with the lovely new friends i made in line put me at enough ease that my ability to comprehend the intense reality of the situation was beginning to vanish. everything was too dreamlike to feel real. was i really mere minutes away from meeting my idols??

suddenly, everyone started screaming. i looked up and saw phil standing at the rail. i nearly had a damn heart attack!! that’s phil! he literally looks like an angel! i heard dan’s voice from the other corner and turned around to see him right above us! that’s dan!! he glows! o m g !! there they are!! in person! holy s*** that’s actually them!!! whatever they said to us either completely went over my head or was entirely forgotten because i don’t recall any of it. this was the most surreal moment of my life.

shoutout to the girl on twitter who filmed some of this and caught my reaction after they waved and left lmao

i guess this is what my mind being completely blown looks like??!?

my adrenaline was through the roof, but i was too stupefied to feel emotional yet. my throat was drying as the line in front of me gradually got shorter. the lack of air conditioning upstairs didn’t help. i was close enough to talk to marianne (a queen, btw) about what i wanted to give them. i had a letter from a friend and two of my ii themed d&p drawings that i made into magnets. she told me she would keep them and give them to dan and phil after the meet and greet. disappointing, but understandable. i wrote my name on the magnets but they won’t have a clue who i am. oh well. here’s what they look like:

before i knew it, it was my turn to meet them. a friend i met in line agreed to film my meet and greet but was too nervous to do so once we approached our turns. although it sucks to not have footage, i fully understand having anxiety. she’s very sweet and i’d never want to cause her any stress.

the actual meeting and greeting:

before i get into the personal details and talk about my interaction with them, i’ll describe their irl voices and appearances. 

i’d say they sound exactly the same in person. they don’t necessarily look any different from how they do in pictures and videos, just more radiant; especially phil. his hair somehow looks even darker irl and there’s an indescribably beautiful contrast between his black hair, vibrant eyes, and pale skin. it makes him look otherworldly. his features are sharp. dan’s stubble is actually quite prominent, even from a distance. his features are soft. there’s not really much else to say about his appearance; he’s just as gorgeous in the flesh as he is on a screen. they were just as tall as i expected them to be so i wasn’t alarmed by their height. it did, however, feel different to look up at them and see them from a new (significantly lower) angle as opposed to seeing them from an eye-level camera angle. the same can be said about viewing them on stage from a close orchestra seat.

now, onto the good part! i wish i could remember more details, but meeting them was such a blur that i didn’t feel like it even happened at all until the next day (more on that later). most of my dreams are more vivid than this memory is. my brain was majorly lagging from the moment i was far enough ahead in line to be off the stairs, and my entire consciousness seemed to exist in some alternate dimension when i walked toward their direction to be greeted. i remember one or both of them saying, “hiii!” and dan saying “thanks for coming to see us!” i remember phil instantly opening his arms and asking if i wanted a hug. i think i said, “hi! yes i do!” i remember it being so much easier to talk to them than i thought it would be. words came naturally despite having very little awareness of what i was saying and—due to being in such a daze—completely forgetting to say any of the important things i’ve always wanted to tell them. they were both so warm, gentle, and welcoming. i was too out of it to realize this at the time, but looking back, they treated me like i was an old friend of theirs; like i was someone who mattered. that warms my heart. they genuinely care about making us feel comfortable and relaxed.

dan did most of the talking. i don’t remember what either of their hugs felt like, but i do remember dan giving me one of his awkward “dan hugs” lol. dan and i were both wearing striped shirts and he said that we were “totally coordinated with our stripes” which made me WAY happier than it should have, but oh man i was BEAMING. “we are!”

when phil asked if i’d like to have something signed, i took out a print of the two portraits i drew of them. “yes, can you sign my art please?” after handing the print to them, dan said, “oh my god did you draw these??” and i responded with something dumb like, “i did! it took me like my entire life but yeah!!” i really wish i could have seen them react to my drawings, but i didn’t think to look at their faces when i showed them. in fact, i’m not even sure if i made eye contact with them at all. they complimented me on my art but i don’t remember what they said. i'm not 100% certain, but i think dan called it incredible.

dan offered to take the selfie so i handed him my phone and we all got close and smiled for the camera. i noticed from other people’s meet and greet pics that phil had a tendency to lean his head in next to fans, but i’d of course forgotten about this detail. i was so weak later on when i saw how close our faces were in the group photo, w o w !! i asked if we could take individual pictures as well and dan said, “of course!”

this is the part i remember the most clearly. taking individual pictures was almost like hugging them again, only better because i was a little more aware—i was almost able to actually process it this time. looking at them you’d expect to feel nothing but firmness and bones, but they’re both delightfully squishy; especially dan. they’re two tall adorable teddy bears. dan fondly said, “thank you philip” when phil took our picture and it was the cutest thing. after the pictures were taken, i thanked them for about the tenth time. i remember saying “thank you” and “thank you so much” to almost everything they said and did. i probably would have thanked them if they accidentally stepped on my foot or dropped my phone. they told me to enjoy the show and i thanked them once more. i wished them a good show and at some point i think i said, “it was really nice meeting you.” we waved and said our goodbyes to each other.

and then it was over.

wait, it’s over. what the hell just happened?

i literally forgot everything on the spot.

everything happened so rapidly and it ended before i had even begun to take any of it in. i really wish i could have absorbed the moment more. i wish i could have said more. this may sound silly, but none of it felt real. it didn’t initially feel like, “aah i just met dan and phil!!” instead, it felt more like, “...did i really meet dan and phil? wouldn’t i have remembered meeting them if it really happened?” i was so disappointed in myself. how was i that spaced out the whole time? i expected a more emotional experience, but it was all so surreal that i wasn’t even in touch with reality, let alone with my emotions. i didn’t know how to react, so i blanked out into a strange semiconscious state and i hated myself for it. 

i went on to realize that meeting them was indeed a very emotional experience; i just needed to fully recover from my daze for it to hit me. while most of my memory is still a blur, several small details came back to me the following day bit by bit. it was enough for me to look back on and miss. it took me days to recall everything i wrote about above. i did cry. i was emotionally impacted, just not right away. it had to catch up with me. meeting them was absolutely amazing. looking at my pictures and signed artwork elates me. i actually met dan and phil!

even though i didn’t say what i wanted to, i’m grateful that i managed to talk to them at all. i was so sure i’d either stumble over my words or end up speaking in my stupid high-pitched nervous voice. i was also afraid i’d cry in front of them and i didn’t. it went smoothly and i survived. i have a few regrets, but i still loved it. i loved them.

i’d do it again in a heartbeat.

yes i was very extra with the editing but these pics mean a lot to me and i wanted them to look the best they could

what i didn’t get to say: 

@danielhowell @amazingphil thank you for inspiring so much creativity, motivation, and passion within me. you guys are the reason i wanted to start drawing again. you’re the reason why i stopped immediately giving up. you’re the reason i’ve met so many spectacular people and became part of such a diverse and extraordinary community. you guys give me a reason to smile. i love you, thank you for everything ♥ - alexis

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

CSUAVS prt 10? Start. I need someone to tell me what the hell I'm doing

Lance didn't mention their fight, if anything he acted like it never happened. Lucteal had been less civil, taking a swing at him when Keith had gone to the dining area for breakfast the following morning. Taking hold of the thrown fist, Keith had flipped Lucteal down to the floor with such ease that it laughable. The few team members in the space all seemed to suddenly have elsewhere to be, while Keith calmly collected two servings of goo and found a seat towards the back of the space. Lucteal rose to brush himself off, his face reddened with embarrassment. Stalking from the space to leave he and Kosmo alone, Keith failed to see how he was to blame for Lucteal's bad mood, or whatever had happened between him and Lance. He knew feelings were irrational. He knew it all too well. He'd written down everything he'd seen and learned since being reunited with Lance, and now had a strong idea of all he'd been through. He could understand why Lance would be hesitant to ask for any kind of help. Why he'd be struggling with those voices of anxiety and those nightmares. Now, he held his tongue. Watching Lance's every move upon the Telula. A few more quintants and they'd be at the prison. Then Lance would finally let him in. Those quintants seemed to take forever to pass. Lance was making plans that he wasn't part of. Daehra spent her time casting glances between them, attempting to silently encourage either of them to make a move. Lucteal had glued himself to Lance's side. He'd gone far enough as to sneak into Lance's room in the middle of the night. Lance had rather loudly thrown him out. Lucteal begging to be let in, or to send Keith away. Neither happened. Lucteal still not taking the hint that "no" actually meant "not now, not ever". It wasn't like Keith enjoyed watching Lucteal fall apart due to his unrequited love, buuuut, it did make him wonder if Daehra was right. That Lance actually did care for him, and wanted him like Keith loved him. Making it through to the morning of the mission, Keith found himself dressed rather ridiculously. As the "prince" of Daibazaal, Lance had sent Daehra to help him dress in something more fitting of the role. His blade uniform replaced by one of the Telula's black body suits, then by another body suit that felt like overkill but was allegedly fireproof. Finally was a black earth styled suit, with a white formal shirt. Keith drawing the line at the black tie provided. He didn't love suits. They reminded him too much of funerals and being left behind. As it was, he was struggling with the overwhelming scent of Lance on the fabric. That same salty ocean spray was doing all sorts of things to him inside. Thankfully the bodysuit prevented him from popping a boner the moment he was surrounded by Lance's scent, though it was still awkward when the alien helping you dress was blushing red as she knew exactly what he wanted to do to Lance. The last part of his outfit was a small camera that Zak had designed not to be detectable. Keith wasn't as sure as Daehra was as she tucked it under his collar. It was closed circuit, so anything recorded would only exist upon the device. Dressed from head to toe like someone who was definitely not him, he wasn't happy to find he was the only one looking like a moron. Lance was dressed in his own uniform, with his face already hidden behind his mask. In his hold was a ridiculously large gun and a thick white comms sat on his wrist. Keith hadn't been allowed anything that could be detected. Even his precious blades were left behind. Letting out a long whistle, Lance looked to Daehra "You did a good job. Now, is he ready?" "Yes. Are you sure you wish to proceed with only the two of you?" Keith kept his displeasure hidden. Wasn't Daehra supposed to be on his side here when it came to Lance? "I called ahead to notify them that the "Heir of Daibazaal" and his personal bodyguard would be arriving. They're only expecting the two of us. All weapons and comms need to be left with them, but they'd expect me to be armed anyway" When did Lance have the time to call ahead? He'd definitely missed that "His camera is under his collar. It's set to start filming the moment you're through the magnetic fields" "Thanks Star. And the pod?" "All set. I've uploaded the extrapolation for crossing the fields. You have a three dobosh window between the fifth and sixth wave. It's the longest time you'll have" What now? "Yeah. I looked over the data last night. Once we're in, time will move differently" "Leandro, we have discussed this. The rendezvous coordinates have been input already. The only thing left is for you both to leave. Kosmo is awaiting you" "Do I not get to know what's happening?" Lance rolled his eyes. Even with his face covered, Keith could tell "Yes, Mullet. You've made the request to inquire if Guile has been brought in, and if so, on what charges. Well, you came to me with the request and I've filed for permission to visit the facility. You've been granted access to meet with facilitators on the main outpost of the facility. I've already had a copy of Guile's file printed, as well as forwarded what was relevant to the commander of the outpost" Why was he only now hearing about this outpost? And why hadn't Lance shown him what he was up to? Explained things to him, so he didn't seem like an idiot in front of everyone "I thought we were going to a prison satellite" "You need to go through the outpost to get to the satellite. It's really not that complicated. We'll be leaving now. Keep an eye on Telula for me" Daehra nodded, Lucteal kept scowling at the world "We shall" "Right then. Keith, lets go before we miss our opening" Instead of taking Keith's ship, and given Lance's pod had been blown up, Lance led them down to another pod on the right side of the ship. Ignoring the fact Lance had to slam the airlock between the Telula and the ship four times for it to close properly, then hold it closed with his foot as it locked into place, the small pod was kind of nice in its own way.

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Sunkissed - Chapter 1

description: Wedding of the century rolls around as the previous college clique, along with the rest of their family members, stay in preparation for it. During this time, Riley meets Lucas, a gorgeous, green-eyed wallflower who happens to be immediately taken by her. Little did she know, he has a deep secret. One that will either change her views on him forever or make her feel closer to his world.

word count: 2,626

pairings: riley x lucas

Song: Annabelle’s Homework by Alec Benjamin

chapter one; riley

Sparkley Farkley: Did you know that the slowest marathon time ever is 54 years, eight months, six days, eight hours, 32 minutes, and 20.3 seconds? Yeah, in 1912, an Olympic marathoner from Japan supposedly disappeared during the middle of a race. Some say that he stopped to get a drink from an outdoor party, but ended up staying longer than he should have. Risque, if you ask me. Anyways, he was too embarrassed to finish the race, so he flew back to Japan instead. Years later, he decided to finish what he started by running the whole marathon himself. What I'm trying to say is WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU? Riley, you're seriously taking much longer to get to the boardwalk than this Japanese marathon guy. Hurry!!

I looked at the horrifically long paragraph Farkle had sent me and sighed. Being best friends with him also meant being best friends with your very own encyclopedia, which can be extremely useful at times. Although, it really isn't when your phone is constantly being bombarded with numerous texts about everything and nothing.

Gentle reminder that I live farther from the beach than you do. I'll be there soon! Don't miss me too much :)

I quickly text back. I gripped onto my camera strap, which is draped over my shoulder, as I start quickening my pace.

When we became closer over the years, Farkle and I both created a tradition of spending almost every Saturday down at the boardwalk. In regards to this, the main rule that we've agreed upon would be that if one of us couldn't make it, we would have to have an extremely valid excuse. Me being the more "laid back" friend, I've been pretty lenient on Farkle if he couldn't make it. Wish I could say the same about him, though.

Last night, I had to stay up till two in the morning helping my mother out at the flower shop. Arranging flowers isn't as easy as one may think. In result, I woke up later than usual, causing me to be about 30 minutes late. So far, I've received a fact text from him for every minute I ran late. It truly amazes me how he could just drop these facts off the top of his head.

I'm practically already running when I see Farkle by the entrance, arms crossed.

"I'm sorry!" I pant. I take a second to breathe before I continue speaking. "I.. I woke.. Wow, I'm not cut out to be.. an athlete, huh?" I joke.

He rolls his eyes as a grin forms on his face. "Where were you?"

"I was up all night helping my mom with the flowers. I woke up super late. I'm so sorry."

He nods in approval of my excuse. "That's okay. However, I don't think we could go to the diner now. Brooklyn and her minions are there. Seated in our spots too!"

The thought of Brooklyn made me sick to my stomach. Brooklyn was the Regina George of Harbor High School, and basically all of Santa Cruz. Like your typical teen cliche, she was the popular girl who also the prettiest. Brooklyn also had her own entourage, as she always had two minions following her. With her bitchy personality, you may say that it's surprising that she gets all the guys. With her body, though, it really isn't. It's probably how she had my crush of four years and counting, Charlie Gardner, falling for her.

"Well, I guess we would have to postpone our meal then," I say, linking my arms with his. We enter the boardwalk and head straight for the arcade. We're surrounded by all the games you could never ever get tired of. From Dance Dance Revolution to laser tag to racing games, the Santa Cruz Boardwalk Casino Arcade has you covered. Farkle and I have our common favorite, air hockey.

He let go of my arm, dashing straight to the air hockey table. "You ready to get your ass beat?"

He asks, slipping in a token. We love each other very much, but when it comes to air hockey, it's like we're two different people.

"You should be asking yourself that, Minkus." As air starts to shoot through the tiny holes from the table, we both grabbed our paddles. Suddenly, the puck falls through my pocket instead of Farkle's. "Well, that's a first! I guess I'm starting."

I hit the puck as hard as I can towards his goal. Hoping that this time my first hit would make it, he blocks the puck in a swift move and smiles. "Not today." This goes on for quite a bit. I concentrate on the puck as it glides across the table back and forth. That is, until a distraction came my way. Charlie.

I offer him a double take before actually realizing that it was him. He probably didn't even notice me, which was a good thing on my part. I didn't want him to know that I was here. Out of impulsive thinking, I ducked down to hide behind my side of the table. This wasn't really the best decision, though. Farkle managed to make a goal and yell on behalf of his victory. I don't even have to see what's happening to know that attention was surely brought towards us.

"Farkle!" I call out in a whisper. He walks around the table and takes a seat next to me.

"So, explain to me why we're hiding behind- "

"Riley!" Charlie exclaims. Mortified, I lift my head up to find him standing right in front of us.

"Hi, Charlie." I saw awkwardly. Thankfully, Farkle gets up off the ground and pulls me up, as I was too scared to even move.

Farkle clenches is jaw subtly enough that no one could notice, except for me. It's safe to say that he never liked Charlie. I don't blame him. Most of the time, he can be a total jackass.

I'm not too sure how or why I've liked him for so long, and still currently do. I like to think it's because of the fact that I'm always seeking the best in people. I don't necessarily like making assumptions out of people based on looks or first encounters. For Charlie, I realized how much of a good person he is, deep down, whilst working on a school project with him in the public library. My father, who so happened to be my teacher, assigned both of us as partners for a project that we had to turn in a matter of three days. Within those three days, we'd head to the library at night to work, but we were never productive. All we did was talk. Well, all Charlie did was talk. About himself, of course. I would just sit and listen. It was kind of odd not taking part in the conversation, but I mostly did not mind. As a matter of fact, I remember feeling like it was for the best since I would most likely say something stupid. Plus, I got to learn more about him and who he truly was. The downside of it was that I had to take our project home and finish it myself, but I thought that it was worth it. From that moment on, I couldn't help but keep thinking about him, about us.

Charlie extends his hand out to Farkle, expecting a shake, but he steps back. "I'll wait for you outside." He tells me. No, no. Please don't leave me alone with him.

"Well, that was awkward." He laughs. "But anyways, I am so glad I caught you. I was wondering if you're free like right now? I was hoping that you could help me out with something."

Crap. As much as I would love to help him, I promised Farke that I would spend the day with him. However, as I was looking up at Charlie's mesmerizing brown eyes, I seem to have ignored that fact. "Um, sure." I squeaked. I clear my throat and try again. "What would I be helping you with exactly?"

"You see, we're doing headshots in drama, and you're kind of known to be a really talented photographer," I blush as he says so.  Along with the fact that his words make me swoon, another thing about Charlie that I liked was the fact that he is a performing arts fanatic. I'm presuming that it's something that he would like to achieve in the future. He's actually really talented if I'm being honest.

"So, would it be alright if you got a couple of portrait shots of me by the beach?" Charlie asks.

"Maybe in return, I can buy you a milkshake afterward."

Farkle is so going to kill me after this.  "Er, okay."

"Great! C'mon, let's go." He starts heading towards the exit as I trail behind him. Hoping that he was the gentleman I thought he'd be, I expected him to open the door for me. Instead, he ends up leaving it to close behind him. I sigh, disappointed for getting ahead with my thoughts. Once I've exited the arcade, I immediately scan my surroundings in search for Farkle.

"I'm here." He calls out from behind me. I turn to find him leaning against a wall.

"You're going to hate me," I confess.

A smirk creeps up on his face. "Not gonna lie, I was already kind of assuming."

"You're not mad?"

"No," Farkle says softly. "I still hate that bastard, though. But I mean if you like him that much-"

I pull him into a hug. "Thank you," I whisper.

"Yeah, okay." He wraps his arms around my back and chuckles lightly.

"Riley?" Charlie yells.

I pull away from Farkle and adjust my outfit. This would technically be the first time I get to hang out with Charlie alone, so I obviously want to look presentable. However, that's clearly not the case since I'm currently in my maroon Harvard sweater that Farkle had actually bought me from when he visited last year, along with a pair of faded ripped jeans.

"Do I look okay?" I ask.

He holds two thumbs up. "Can't say no to a girl in Ivy League gear."

"I love you, and thanks a bunch!" I plant a quick kiss on his cheek before running towards Charlie.

Once I've caught up to him, we both head to the beach together.

I truly do love the beach. I love the ambiance of waves crashing against the shore, along with the wailing of seagulls as they soar across the sky. Not to mention, the smell of the ocean beach as well. Everything about the beach is so captivating and peaceful, especially since it's a little early and not a lot of people are here. The afternoon is the absolute worst time to visit the beach. The fact that there are so many people who usually come on a day to day basis, makes me a little anxious to go.

Charlie leads me to where the dock is located. Farkle and I would usually come to take pictures underneath the dock. This area is quite aesthetically pleasing.

"I think this is a great spot." He says, placing his bag down as I begin to adjust the settings of my camera. I let him know that I'm ready once everything's all set. Charlie then runs towards the shoreline and starts posing of a shot. Since I'll be capturing portrait shots, I made sure that my camera is set so all my photos can have a shallow depth of field. This way, Charlie will be in focus as the background will be a bit blurry. After taking a few photos here and there, I stop to look at them. Charlie was perfectly centered, the lighting was on point, and all shots have great composition. Perfect. I think to myself. However, Charlie apparently doesn't exactly think so when he sees them.

"Yeah, this situation just isn't working for me. Let's try something different." He looks around for a moment. "Here, why don't you get some bird-eye shots of me laying on the sand."

I was a little offended that he didn't like the photos I originally took. I spoke out, irritated. "I thought we were taking portraits?"

"I'm just trying to think outside of the box here, Riles. Maybe the photos will turn out better." I scoff at what he had just said. What difference does it make? You're just going to be lying down. And I thought all headshots were portraits. There he goes acting like a douche, but here I am, still taking interest in him.

Charlie lies down on the sand and places his hand behind his head. From the looks of it, he could pass for a Hollister or Abercombie & Fitch model.  I stand directly on top of him to get good shots. If I'm being honest, this isn't the ideal position I'd want to be in. It's a little uncomfortable and weird, really.

Suddenly, water hits the shore and Charlie attempts to save his khaki pants by jerking straight up. Instead, jerking straight up somehow caused me to tumble forward, allowing both of us to fall back down. I also end up dropping my camera on the sand. Water continues to run beneath Charlie, which caused his whole outfit to be soaked. "Shit!"

The water still kept going around us. I panic as I watch it slowly ooze towards my camera. Miraculously, the water stopped before it could reach it. I graciously let out a sigh of relief. "Will you get the fuck off of me now?!" He yells in annoyance. I flinched when he does so and realize that what was happening: I was on top of Charlie Gardener. Because I was on top of him, I didn't get hit by the water at all. I quickly scurried to my feet and grabbed my camera.  I turned to Charlie, who was still really angry that he was drenched. He got up from the ground and gathered his stuff. "Thanks to you," He snaps. "I am soaking wet, and I have rehearsals for the musical after this!"

I feel a familiar tightness gripping my throat. As Charlie continues to curse at me, a burning heat rushes through my body and I can hardly breathe. The DJ over by the boardwalk starts blasting music that seems to be ten times louder than usual. My surroundings then become too horrifically bright. My hands become clammy as I start to lose control of my body. My vision starts to get blurry and my heartbeat begins to speed up to the point where I could hear it.

Once Charlie finishes grabbing his stuff, he walks over to me. He stops and takes a deep breath. "Just email me the photos whenever you can." And with that, he walks away. When I've lost sight of him, I walk towards the pebbles near the ocean. I stare out to sea, trying to take big breaths. I stay until I've finally coaxed my heartbeat back to normal.