#im getting so much second hand embarassment from this pose oh my god can he stop

[ask-fan-ii]

Hey fan what's the yellow bit made out of?

Oh, my guards? I mean, most people call them sticks or handles... but, to answer the question- they're made out of bamboo!

[yandere-daze]

Aight, what about Amir with a magician darling who loves to tease them? Like card tricks and pushing their hair behind his ear to get like the card as we stare their eyes and plant a chaste kiss on his lips and we ask "is this your card?" and winking god im down bad sorry amir is the owner of my head

Stoooop how do you guys keep having these amazing ideas?? Love it! Like that´s just so creative so I had to write some more for this! Not me trying to look up magic tricks for this knsflwa

Also yes, good! Amir would love to hear that he has just as much of an effect on you as you do on him💕

tw yandere ( barely noticeable), implied slightly suggestive themes at the end? just to be sure

Amir with a magician darling who loves to tease them while performing tricks

When you first tell them that you can do magic tricks they´re so impressed! Of course his darling could do all of these amazing things!

Oh, you want to show him some of them? They´d be so happy to watch you do your thing!

Is very glad when you offer a private show. Obviously you´re talented enough that large audiences should watch your magnificence and pay you the money that you´re no doubt worth, but it kind of eases Amir´s mind that at least for now, he´s the only one that can admire you and that he doesn´t have to be wary of any competition

You first do the classic trick of showing them a spread of playing cards and letting them pick a card

Honestly almost blurts out what card they picked because they´re just so giddy the entire time and it´s very embarassing for them skjfslkjbf

Naturally, they picked the ace of hearts because you´re the ace of his heart <3

Nearly gets a heart attack when you get so close to them and gently stroke his cheek with your dominant hand, they fear that you might be able to hear just how loudly his heart is thumping just because of the close proximity and your gentle touch

Then you lean even closer and suddenly your breath is ghosting over the shell of his ear and Amir is shivering from the intensity of the situation. Then you raise your hand behind their ear and pull out the card out of thin air

Amir is just about ready to praise your for your talents when you do something completely unexpected: You glance at him with a teasing smile on your face and then press the up-face card against your lips, leaving a red stain of lipstick on it. Then, with an even bigger grin, you now press the same side of the card you kissed against Amir´s lips, letting his lips grow slightly red too from the leftovers of your lipsticks and his cheeks even more so

Was that??? an indirect kiss??? Sorry, Amir needs a moment to process that for a bit as their mind reels from that fact alone. That is.. your lipstick on his lips..  Oh he´s never going to wash his lips again, he wants this feeling to last forever!

His dazed look is so adorable to look at honestly

What if your magic tricks slowly start to change as your relationship evolve?

Maybe you´re doing one of these tricks where the magician changes their appearance within seconds behind a curtain in front of their audience?

And everything is normal, you go behind the curtain in the outfit you wear for your shows, there´s a bit of rustling of fabric and then after barely a few seconds the curtain falls to the ground and you´re just standing there, striking a pose in his outit.

You´re wearing Amir´s clothes in front of an audience of many viewers, all applauding and watching you in awe. They don´t know the significance of these clothes but Amir is just sitting there in the audience with flushes cheeks as your eyes lock with him as you send him a cheeky little wink.

Just..absolutely floored that you´re so bold, that you´re showing the entire world that he´s yours while everyone else gets on with their day

Basically this meme:

Anyway yes, very much approves

Okay but what if you actually proposed to Amir with a magic trick? Like just imagine you holding out your magic hat, speaking some sort of magic incantation as you wave around your little wand before knocking against the side of the hat a few times for good messure

Then, explaining that you´re going to make something appear in the hat with magic and that you´ll pull it out to show them, you reach into the hat and clasp something in your hand.

It doesn´t look to be a bunny or anything of that sort because your entire hand can easily wrap around whatever you just pulled out of the hat

You tell Amir that you´ll show him what you have and then you just- get down on your knees and open up your hand to show him an engagement ring

Amir starts crying, you start crying, everyone is crying as he basically glomps at you (he´s gotten a bit more confident in the years that you´ve been in a relationship together and he´s also just overcome with emotions at the moment)

Will say yes literally a thousand times and just can´t stop shaking and kisses you so sweetly and just

Yeah 💕 💕 💕 

After the wedding you´re like: “Hold up, one final trick” and link both of your hands with handcuffs, telling him that you´re going to show him this cool new escape-trick

You barely tug at the handcuff for a few seconds before you turn to Amir with a smile

“Welp, haven´t really practised this trick much. Guess we´re just stuck now, dearie me!”, you exlaim with fake shock before smirking at him and wagging your eyebrows

Amir doesn´t really seem to mind that you´re stuck with each other now ^^

[machinegunbun]

🤘-

What about reader is the manager/assistant and fucks up some bug career opportunity for them?

Mistakes can allways happen but that was something really big

Maybe even gets fired for it?

Fucked It +

TW?: Mostly angst but theres some very slight smut with readers S/O

A/N: Not to age the writing but Im writing this as colson tweets that he’s gonna play at the halftime show in the next few years. S/O= Significant Other. I wanted to keep it kinda gender neutral cause bi people exist i dunno. 

Word count:1.8k A little longer than a blurb, but just as dialogue-y

This year had been stressful, to say the least. There was the release of tickets to my downfall, and along with that the cover scandal, the bloody valentine music video, downfalls high, the snl episode. It was like every second of your day was filled with something, you rarely got the chance to spend time with your S/O.

That’s right, you had an S/O. Being Colson’s manager wasn’t your entire existence, although you’d seemed to have forgotten that recently. Their name is Devin, and they are not very happy with you.

They’d broken down in tears your first full night home, telling you how under appreciated they had felt while you were away. Devin had a life of their own too, though, and considering the pandemic at hand had chosen to go stay with their family to avoid the covid hot spot that was LA. You understood, and as much as you hated to admit it you barely even realized they were gone. You didn’t know what that meant, but you knew whatever it meant wasn’t anything good for your relationship, but, you loved them and you wanted to recreate that spark.

You wanted to put work into them, and you, and most importantly your relationship. You’d gotten through the emotions, but as for the spark there was only so much you could do thousands of miles away. So, you decided to put in the work and devise a plan. Your plan started about an hour and a half ago, beginning with a shower and ending with your favorite lipstick.

You love Devin and you want nothing more than to wrap them up in a soft blanket and kiss them on the forehead and take them on picnics, but you also wanted them to look at you and touch themselves. You could do one of those things in your current situation, and you felt both would help to replenish your spark.

You looked good too, dressed in your lingerie with your hair all done. You felt so unbelievably sexy just looking at yourself in the mirror, you wished they were here to witness it.

You stood in the doorway of your bedroom, your LED lights set to red, your phone set to start recording in 

3…

2…

1…

You tried your best to pose sexily in the small frame, arching your back and playing with your hair, slowly slinking down the wall. You were sure when you sent this Devin would be calling you within seconds. You checked the video, editing it to the length you liked and saving it to your camera roll.

Butterflies began fluttering in your stomach as you looked at your message app. You had seen Devin in so long, what if the spark had really gone? What if they didn’t want you anymore? Or what if they just didn’t want you right now, what if this wasn’t the right thing to do?

You took a deep breath, looking yourself in the mirror and quickly clicking through your messages, sending it before you could think too much and clicking your phone off. You moved from the bathroom, moving to your bed, staring at your phone and waiting patiently for a response.

After thirty minutes you gave up, too nervous to check if they’d seen it. You were cool.

Well, you were cool now that you had cried and and picked yourself apart piece by piece, ending up on the couch in a heap of blankets eating a family bag of your favorite chips to yourself. Family guy played on the TV, the episode only really meant to drain out the noise of your thoughts, and momentarily the bling of your phone. You would’ve missed it entirely if it weren’t for the flickering of your flashlight that you’d enabled to make sure you didn’t.

You rushed from your comfy blanket fort, spilling your chips on the way, your hand wrapping tightly around your phone. You turned it around, seeing that the notification that had popped up was only from Dylan, the guy that got Colson a place at the halftime show. 

Work, great, the thing that started this all. Was this the universe telling you it was over? You read on.

It simply said “Call me.”

Your eyebrow raised, considering waiting until tomorrow. You opened your messages, seeing that you had accidentally sent him the video of you in your lingerie. Fuck, thats why Devin hadn’t responded.

You opened his contact, calling him quickly, each ring feeling like needles being inserted into your brain.

“So I hope you understand why we wouldn’t want to be associated with that unprofessionalism.” He said, you’d zoned out through his lecture

“I understand, I do, but I hope you’d be willing to reconsider as this was a mistake on my part and not Colson’s. And seeing as this isn’t public I hope we can just brush this all under the rug and forget it ever-”

“I hear you, but I don’t think that will be possible. Mistake or not it was unprofessional on so many different levels

“But, sir-” You tried, your fingers thumbing over the buttons of the remote to mute the tv.

“It’s over, I’m afraid.” He responded, a beeping noise signalling the call had ended

Oh, nicer, you thought sarcastically, it wasn’t the universe after all, it was the manager.

Tossing your phone on the couch beside you, you retreated to your blanket fort, unmuting the TV.

Colson and the boys had been looking forward to performing at the halftime show since you’d met them. They’d been so excited when you told them you’d got them a spot. Although it was the last thing you wanted to do right now, you knew you had to break the news to Colson. 

You stared at your phone, willing yourself to reach over and call him, eventually drifting off into an unsatisfying sleep.

“Oh good, you’re here! Okay, so I was thinking for the halftime show-” Colson began, but you cut him off before he could continue

“Oh, yeah, about that.” You say, rubbing your head in hopes it would soothe the dull ache that had begun to rear its ugly head. You opened your eyes in time to watch the excitement drop from Colson’s face.

“I…” You began, not sure how to start “I fucked it.” You began to laugh, taking a moment to acknowledge how ridiculous the situation had really been.

“What do you mean?” He asks, knitting his eyebrows together in confusion.

“Devin and I are going through a bit of a rough patch with them being away and all, so I decided to try and,” You made a vague shimmy movement with your shoulders “spark things up a bit. You know the silhouette challenge on tik tok? I did that, but I got nervous when I sent the video and I was on the couch for like hours crying too scared to see if they even looked at it, next thing I know I’m getting texted by Dylan asking me to call him.” You paused, partly for dramatic effect and partly to let yourself laugh. You buried your face in your hands, Colson watching in amusement, eager for the end of your clearly hilarious story.

“I accidentally sent him my nudes. It was so fucking embarassing, oh my god!” You finish, looking up from your hands to realize no one else seemed amused.

“What’s that got to do with the halftime show?” Rook questioned.

“Oh, right.” You’d completely lost track in the midst of your rambling “He said it was completely unprofessional and he wasn’t interested in working with us.”

Colson remained silent for a moment, looking over to the other boys before responding “He isn’t interested in working with you.” Your eyebrows furrowed at this, looking between the boys..

“What’s that mean?” 

“This is the gig of our lifetime. I’ve- We’ve wanted to play the halftime show since… forever. This was our one chance and because of you we got booted out. And you were laughing about it.”

“I’m sorry, it was a genuine accident, I thought you’d find it funny. Some corporate guy saw my tits ‘cause my relationship is failing, if I don’t laugh I cry.”

 “You’re the one who sent him the nudes. This is your fuck up.”

“Yeah, okay. But I work for you, so by association he won’t work with us.”

“Then you aren’t a part of ‘us’ anymore.”

“Colson, seriously? It was a fucking accident. You’re being ridiculous.”

“Watch your tone, I think you’re forgetting you work for me. I’m a nice guy, but this isn’t my shit to deal with.”

“I’m sorry.” You repeated, your voice lowering. It was easy to forget Colson was your boss, he never treated you like an employee. There was more respect between the two of you than any boss/employee relationship you’d ever seen before. You’d never even seen him mad before today. You were genuinely lucky to have had this experience, to think that it was about to come to an end broke your heart.

“Is sorry going to get us this gig back?” The question was rhetorical, but you shook your head “Then I’m sorry, I can’t let this pass me up because of something you did.” Colson says, staring you down. You stood like a statue in your place, unsure whether or not you should leave. The tension in the air could be cut with a knife.

You took it upon yourself to make the decision to turn and leave, driving to the nearest gas station, where you sat in your car, crying in the parking lot.

Everything was fine and in the matter of a week it had all gone to shit. How did this happen?

You were in a happy relationship, and now they were living with their parents for who knows why and telling you they felt neglected. Your career was going amazing and you’d ruined it completely with one mistext.

You started your car back up, settling on the hope that maybe Colson and Dylan would come to their senses, and come Monday morning you would still have a job.