#like whaaattt how did he get here side eye

[incalescentia]

Auden didn’t want to be here.

Award shows were a mandatory part of his job description and, if it wasn't for his publicist and manager, he would avoid them altogether. Choosing to arrive ridiculously late was his protest, or that’s what he will joke when they inevitably call him later, furious that there were no red carpet photos to plaster on social media. Give him a slap on the wrist and they would get over it. After all, if it weren’t for Auden, they wouldn’t be driving in their BMW to their multi-million dollar homes.

Nobody would believe Auden if he claimed he hated being the center of attention. It came naturally and he garnered a lot of it. From a young age, it didn’t matter who the audience was; they couldn’t keep their eyes off of him, mesmerized by his charm and natural talent. It would stay his secret that he was grateful he avoided being stuck in front of the flashing cameras this time, everyone yelling his name, telling him to ‘look here, no, over here’. There was only so much a person could fake.

His table was adjacent to the stage, one out of five that sat the biggest names in Hollywood and the current fan favorites, the old and the new. Whatever would boost the ratings. While approaching, Auden could clearly make out his company for the evening. On his left, a mega pop star turned actress. They would likely win something tonight, Auden noted, meaning the camera would be on them. On his right, a fresh face. One he vaguely recalled from a movie that caught popularity in a blaze this year, not remembering her name. Dark-haired, chocolate brown eyes, and breathtakingly beautiful nonetheless.

In the middle of his greeting with the singer — someone he has been put next to in the past — he can feel a hand on his shoulder. What she asked produced the most genuine smile. Did she not recognize him? Auden St. James, a two-time Oscar winning performer and nominated for Best Actor tonight. That being his first thought made him feel like a prick, or worse, his dad. His mother was the level-headed one that kept them humble amongst the chaos, and the actor planned on maintaining that tonight. Either way, this proposal would be a guaranteed way to piss off his manager. When the PR wasn’t approved prior, they lost their heads. Perfect.

“Do you ask every person you meet this or am I special?” Auden mirrored her, leaning in closer, unable to shake the grin that has been plastered on his face since she first spoke. Placing his hand on top of hers, confident with his actions, like he has done this with her before. He was certain they were being photographed.

“I’m Auden. Normally I know my dates a bit beforehand but I would be happy to make an exception for you… Though I’m not sure I’m the type of attention you or your agent are looking for.” Auden was referring to the phone that continued vibrating the table for the past few minutes. It was a nuisance he knew too well. His phone probably was being blown up as well but he learned to keep it on silent, tucked away in his jacket pocket, when he didn’t want to be disturbed. “TMZ pays top dollar for me, you know. They don’t usually say anything nice. But you can handle that, right?”

He winked, grabbed his wine glass, and lifted it towards hers in cheers. “To social gain.”

closed starter for @incalescentia.

Adeline was decidedly ignoring her phone. 

It was buzzing every two seconds. Not from social media, which she hasn’t had on her work phone in ages. No, that phone stays tucked away in her assistant’s bag, advice from her agent - too tempting to scroll for days on end when everyone in the world had something to post about you.

It seemed like Addie would never get used to the fame. She was far from an A-list celebrity, having worked her way through Broadway (and off-Broadway) plays for the last three three years after graduating from her prestigious performing arts high school. Little did she know, everyone comes from somewhere prestigious nowadays. It didn’t make her special.

And still, here she was, at the Oscars. With a Best Supporting Actress nomination. And everyone wanted a piece of her.

Well, everyone except for her asshole ex-boyfriend who stood her up. It’s not his fault - she knows that fame is an adjustment, and the second his face got plastered all over the internet, he kind of couldn’t deal.

She just wished he’d told her he was dipping more than thirty minutes before they were supposed to be on the red carpet.

Her phone buzzes again and she groans quietly, trying not to draw attention to herself among the very famous people surrounding her. She flips her phone to glare at it.

You need to find a date, NOW.

Addie purses her lips and then flashes a smile to someone waving at her from across the room. Fuck. Where is she possibly going to find somebody?

“Sorry I’m late.” A voice interrupts her thoughts, one that is most definitely not sorry by the tone of it.

Addie turns to face the newcomer to her table and freezes. The lights have lowered slightly for the announcement of an award she's not particularly paying attention to, making it hard to see him. Her brain does some calculations. Daydream-y hair. Disheveled suit, in a way that makes him look fashionable yet uncaring. Lop-sided “I don’t give a fuck” smile. Hand tattoos. No model on his arm. No ring. Bingo. 

She clears her throat and takes a sip of her wine before tucking her hair behind her shoulder, shifting to the edge of her chair to be closer to the mysteriously late stranger. 

Addie plasters the most charming smile on her lips that she can muster, placing a hand on his shoulder as she leans her bright red lips in closer, murmuring into his ear.

“I know you just got here, and I know this is going to make me sound crazy, but I will give you literally anything if you pretend that you came to be with me tonight.”

[asumofwords]

Honestly I've been in the feels so this question is so random but how would aemond react to the reader falling sick? like not anything highly serious but she threw up a few times and has high body temperature and she's extremely tired.

This is definitely not a self projection and totally not cause I'm sick haha whaaattt 🤪/j

Okay but your fic is the main thing that's getting me through this, I've reread it like 2 times already 😂😂 might do a 3rd reread 😳

Omg nonny I hope you get better soon and feel better soon too! You poor thing ! Thank you so much hehehe love you 🖤🖤🖤

Here’s a lil Drabble on what Aemond would be like with a sick!reader!

Enjoy 🖤

When the maids had warned Aemond not to enter his shared chambers he had looked at them incredulously.

Who were they to tell him where he could and could not go?

Yet as he reached for the doors, they had insisted,

“My Prince, you mustn’t. The Princess is unwell.”

“Then why did you not inform me sooner?” He all but growled, pushing past them and into the chambers.

Sick.

She was sick.

But sick could mean many things.

He had witnessed, first hand, his sister when she was with child become sick. Food did not hold well in her stomach and it caused the Queen to be up at all hours spilling the contents of her stomach into a bowl.

The idea of his Lady Wife being with child sent a thrill down his spine as he entered the chambers.

Finally she would give him an heir.

But all excitement and pride left his body when his lone eye settled upon her, laid flat in the bed on her side, blankets pulled up to her neck.

The old dottery Maester sat beside her, dabbing at her forehead with a warm, wet cloth. At the sound of Aemond’s entrance he had turned, hand stilling upon her forehead.

She groaned.

“My Prince, it is not safe to be here. The Princess may have the Chill.” The Maester spoke words of concern, though his voice betrayed him, “You may get sick, My Lord.”

Aemond hummed, ignoring the Maester as he came beside the bed.

She was shivering and pale, a light sheen of sweat atop her brow that the Maester wiped away with the cloth.

The skin under her eyes was darkened and she looked, as both the maids and Maester had said, to be ill.

Certainly not with child.

“How long has she been like this?” Aemond grunted, looking down at the way her silver hair stuck to her forehead.

“Since early this morning, My Lord.”

“You may leave.” Aemond snipped, feeling irritated that no one had come to fetch him at her condition.

Did they not think it was prudent for her Lord Husband to ensure her well-being?

“Your Grace-“

“Leave.”

The Maester bowed and left, leaving the cloth on the bowl of steaming water beside the bed.

Aemond sat himself on the chair the Maester had been sat and picked up the cloth, dipping it back into the warm water before squeezing the excess through his fingers.

Softly, he wiped at the top of her brow, hoping to soothe the furrow that had not left her face since he had entered. The Princess mumbled, stirring in the sheets.

“Shh.”

He could not stop looking at her face, no matter how hard he had tried.

His fierce zaldristos, his mighty warrior, his spitfire, so weak and sickly. Aemond had to force himself to swallow, memories of the last time she had been under his care coming forth to mind.

Aemond remembered how pale she had looked, more so than she already did now. How gaunt her face had been, shadows across her cheeks from lack of sustenance and near death. Her skin had had a hollow greyness to it, and she had been so cold to touch, as though she was already dead.

The only sign of life was the shallow breaths she took, and the way she would groan and whimper when her bandaged would be cleaned.

He had insisted to his mother and brother that he was to stay at her side to ensure she wouldn’t escape, but that concern was falsified, and the only fear he had had then, was that he had killed her.

So he had made it his duty to tend to her when the Maesters and maids did not, sitting by her bedside, watching her chest rise and fall to ensure that it would continue to do just that.

He remembers when once her chest stopped as it fell, and all the air in the chambers had been sucked out through the window, including the air in his lungs. He had sprung up from his seat and jumped to the side of her bed, hand on her chest as he looked down at her and prayed.

Prayed to the Gods to spare her, prayed to the ancestors to not take her yet, making promises that he would give anything to keep her alive and safe. And then the Gods had answered his prayers moments after, with the shallow rise and fall of her chest again.

He had nearly wept.

Aemond shook his head to dispel the memories.

The Prince continued to wipe away the sweat from her brow, just as he had when he brought her back to the Keep, hanging onto life by a thin thread that frayed with every waking day.

The Princess stirred beneath him again, and Aemond hummed at her as she opened her eyes to peek up at him.

She blinked owlishly at him and he had to suppress a smirk.

“Go back to sleep.” He cooed, brushing hair away from her face.

The Merciless Princess grunted and then groaned, eyes scrunching up as a hand came to press against her face.

“Where is the Maester?” She asked, voice quiet and weak.

“I sent him away.”

She let out an annoyed grunt and shifted in the bed sighing, laying flat on her back as she huffed.

But Aemond did not relent, instead he dipped the cloth in the now cooling water and squeezed it one last time, brushing it over her forehead and through the sweat slick hair at her crown.

She sighed and relaxed back into the pillows.

-

Aemond spent just over three days doting on her. He had told the Small Council that his Lady Wife had fallen ill and that he needed to be there to tend to her. He had left the council chambers without waiting for their response, the King be damned.

He helped to bathe her and feed her, sitting her up to give her small spoons of soup, nursing her back to health. He would not admit to himself that he liked seeing her small and so dependent on him.

It aroused him, and for those days spent by her side, his cock strained against the material of his breeches. Only when the hour was late, and his Lady Wife was drifting into a dream would he pull himself from his confines and bring himself to his peak as he watched her.

Aemond had soothed her back in a gentle rhythm as she spilled her stomach into a bowl beside the bed, and had held a glass of water to her lips, telling her to drink with no room for argument.

He barely let himself rest, and only crawled into bed beside her when the hour was late and his eye became weary.

Aemond could feel the fever she had beside him, heat pouring from her in waves, making the sheets stiflingly hot.

Yet still, he rose early before the sun with the maids to help prepare a day of care for her, to nurse her back to health, soothing her when she was sick or groaned, wiping sweat from her brow, and even singing songs in old Valyrian, just under his breath to calm her fevered dreams.

Aemond let himself bask in the feeling of her needing him for those days, and knew that soon, when she would be back to better health, that his doting of her would end, and she would become his zaldristos once again.

[adoringhaikyuu]

when you hang out with their best friend/teammate without them | 2

characters: suna, akaashi, tsukishima

request: can we get the when you hang out with their best friend/teammate without them for suna akaashi and tsuki?

warnings: nothing, just some kissing and a few possessive boys

notes: ahh my first request!! i’m happy that i wrote something that someone wanted more of haha <3

part one | part two

akaashi:

akaashi likes to have his shit together and he often overthinks things

which is why after concluding that if he finished all his work in one go he’d have more time to hangout with you, he decided to do exactly that

you offered to stay with him while he worked but he knew that you’d end up distracting him (not in a bad way or anything) and that he most likely wouldn’t finish his work on time

so you were temporarily banned from his place until he was done

but you were bored and pouty so you complained to bokuto, knowing he would understand your over-exaggerated reaction

he texted you immediately ‘whaaattt ?? i’m coming over right now!!!’

he showed up ten minutes later to your house, snacks in hand, ready to keep you company and playfully complain about your boyfriend and his best friend 

he insisted on sending him snaps of the two of you pouting at the camera, ‘how could you abandon this cute face, akaashi???’

his arm was wrapped around you and his face was smushed against yours but honestly he didn’t mean to make akaashi jealous, he was just being himself, completely playful and dramatic 

akaashi wasn’t planning on opening the messages since bokuto was always spamming him but when he took a five minute break, he opened them just in case they were important today 

when he saw his best friend practically cuddling you, his brows furrowed and a scowl made it’s way onto his face

since you and bokuto weren’t exactly expecting a response from akaashi, you went on to do other things, showing each other tik toks, and just chatting while you waited for him to finish up. 

it was about ten minutes later that you both heard the doorbell ring. you and bokuto both turned to each other, confused.

“did you order food?” you asked.

“no, i was gonna ask if you did? cause i’m starving––”

“well then who’s that...” you muttered to yourself as you got up to answer the door, bokuto cowering behind you, mumbling about if it was a murderer, phone in hand, ready to call the cops. you can imagine your surprise when you opened the door to find your boyfriend standing there, a scary serious look on his face. 

you blinked in shock, but before you could say anything, bokuto stepped in front of you. “hey hey hey! took you long enough buddy! i was keeping y/n company while you banned her from your house. how could you do that by the way––ow!”

your eyes widened as akaashi smacked bokuto’s head. “shut up bokuto. you can go now.”

bokuto pouted dramatically, “aw what?? we were about to order food,” he turned back to you. “right y/n?” 

suddenly the boy was yanked back and out of the house, a yelp jumping from his throat abruptly and akaashi was standing next to you. “you have food at your own house, why don’t you go there.” he shut the door without another word and turned to face you, ignoring the whining on the other side of the door. 

“what––what are you doing here?” you looked up at him, confused and slightly in awe as he placed his hands on your cheeks and tilted your head to look up at him, his thumbs rubbing your skin gently. 

“wanted to be with you.” he gave you a small smile but you responded with an adorable confused pout.

“but what about your work––”

“i’ll just do it tomorrow, it is saturday after all.” 

“hey when i said that you still insisted on working.” you pursed your lips and narrowed your eyes curiously. “was it because bokuto was here?” 

he looked away, “i have no idea what you’re talking about.”

you laughed. “you know you’re a terrible liar when it comes to me.” 

he slid his hands down to your arms and placed them around his neck before gripping your waist under your shirt. you gasped softly at the feeling of his fingertips against your skin and he smirked down at you. he leaned in until his lips were grazing yours. “again, i have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

before you could even think of a response, his hands were pulling you flush against him and his lips were on yours, taking your breath away. you moaned into the kiss and he groaned, his fingertips digging into your skin as he slid his tongue into your mouth expertly.

just as you got lost in his touch, you heard a small voice from outside. “so are you guys gonna let me back in?”

suna:

so suna is a lazy boy, we know that

and he likes to nap a lot

sometimes he’s just so tired that he forgets to text you before he naps

and today you’re supposed to hang out with him but around 3pm he stopped answering, so you knew he was taking his usual afternoon nap and if you went by his place, he wouldn’t be able to answer the door

so you decided to go out and get some snacks on the way to his house, planning to take your sweet time and let your boy rest

by coincidence, you ran into atsumu at the shop and he insisted on staying with you... and eating some of suna’s snacks 

it’s about a little while later that you make your way over to suna’s place, texting him to make sure he’s awake

when suna opened his door, the subtle smile dropped from his face when he realized you’re not alone. he raised a brow and looked over to his friend, “i don’t remember inviting you.” 

you pursed your lips, scolding your boyfriend’s bluntness. “suna–”

atsumu shrugged, a grin on his face. “i was keeping your girl company and thought i’d be a gentleman and walk her over here.” 

suna raked his eyes over atsumu lazily, clearly unamused. “yeah thanks. you can go now.” 

the blonde pouted dramatically. “oh what? come on, you’re not gonna invite me in?” he put his arm around you and gave you puppy dog eyes. “come on y/n, convince him for me?” 

you managed to turn for a split second to realize how close he had gotten to you before you were pulled out of his arms and into the warmth of the house. you blinked and suddenly you were under suna’s arm, facing a wide-eyed atsumu. 

next thing you know, the door was shutting in his face. you turned to suna and he simply shrugged and took the bag from your hands. “you brought snacks,” he smirked. “you’re the best.” he put it down on the table and tilted his head as he looked down at you curiously, trying to seem nonchalant, but his narrowed eyes gave him away. “why were you with him?” 

you tried to hide your smirk as you answered him. “went to get you some snacks while you were asleep and ran into him at the shop.”

his eyes reduced down to slits as he watched the playful look in your eyes. “why?” you smiled. “were you jealous?” 

he walked over to you slowly and slid his hand up to your neck, gripping it softly but firmly as he tilted your head up towards him. he made a show of trailing his eyes down from yours to your lips and keeping them there, making your breath hitch in anticipation. 

“less talking, more moaning.” he pressed his lips against yours possessively and had you melting and giving in immediately. whatever he wants, he gets. you knew that better than anyone.

tsukishima:

if you don’t believe that tsuki is a dry texter or that he would leave your ass on delivered for several days––i have some news for you

so let’s say it’s a saturday afternoon and while normally you hang out with tsuki basically every weekend, you also know that he was in a pissy mood earlier so you let him cool off

you text him after a little while, asking if you could come over in the middle of your usual tik tok spam and he opens the text, only to leave you on read (only seeing the tik toks, not the actual message)

you just brush it off, thinking he’s still in a mood and decide to find someone else to hangout with

that person just so happens to be tadashi

you two had gotten closer ever since you started dating tsuki so it wasn’t out of the ordinary for you to spend time together

it’s just that normally it would you, tadashi and tsuki

so you can imagine your boyfriend’s surprise when he opens snap to see you and his best friend smiling on your story

he frowns but tries not to let it get to him (spoiler, he fails)

when an hour has passed by and you still haven’t texted him or anything he gives in and messages you first, a blunt ‘when are you coming.’ 

you take that as a sign that he finally wants you to come over and since you and tadashi were ready to wrap things up, you make your way over to your boyfriend’s house

almost as soon as you knock on the door, it’s pulled open and you look up to see tsuki looking down at you, his brow raised. it’s silent for a few seconds and you tilt your head in confusion, why did he look annoyed?

before you could say anything he spoke up, “tadashi’s not with you anymore?”

you shook your head. “no––oh i’m sorry should i have invited him?”

he scoffed only confusing you further and without another word, he took your hand and pulled you into the house. still silent, he took your jacket for you and put your shoes away as well. you smiled up at him when he stood up straight and you could see the slight blush he was trying to hide.  

he walked ahead to sit on his couch and you followed, choosing to sit with a little space between the two of you, since he hadn’t seemed to cool off completely yet and you knew how much he valued personal space. little did you know, you were only making things worse. 

he stared at you, brows furrowed and you stared back, eyes curiously wide. “why are you all the way over there?” 

you smiled and got up to sit in his lap, feeling satisfied as he opened his arms up for you to get settled. you kissed his cheek and looked at him. “i know i saw you yesterday, but i missed you today, you know?” 

he rolled his eyes, “yeah sure.” 

“don’t roll your eyes at me,” you laughed. “you’re the one who didn’t wanna hang out with me.” 

he paused. “what are you talking about?”

“i asked you if i could come over and you left me on read.” you played with his hair mindlessly as you spoke. “but it’s okay, i know you get cranky sometimes.” you smiled fondly but he was serious as ever.

“i didn’t leave you on read?”

“yeah you did.” you tilted your head. “i thought you did it on purpose.” he frowned and you took your phone and scrolled through your conversation, before showing him the text you’d sent hours before. he read over the text and blinked a few times before looking away. he tightened his hold around you slightly. 

“i’m sorry... i didn’t see.” 

you put your hand on his cheek and made him look up at you. “aw baby is that why you’ve been so moody since i got here? you thought i didn’t wanna spend time with you?” 

he swallowed as he looked into your eyes, the vulnerability he was trying to hide in his gaze telling you everything you needed to know. “tsuki, you know i always wanna be with you.” you smiled and pressed your lips against his for a gentle kiss which he clearly appreciated. his hand gripped your thigh firmly as his other arm pulled you closer to him to prolong the kiss. 

when you pulled away, he looked up at you. “do you think...you could stay over tonight?”

he tried to keep a nonchalant and unbothered exterior but once you agreed and gave him that precious smile, he couldn’t stop the small smile that spread on his face, even if he tried. 

[imaginedisish]

Shout (Colin Ritman x Reader) (Bandersnatch)

A/N: WOOAAAHH TWO IMAGINES (kinda because it’s technically tomorrow since it’s 12:17 am where I am) IN ONE DAY???? WHAAATTT!!! I felt bad because my posting schedule was extremely off this weekend, so I wrote this up this evening. This is based on an anon request I got a few days ago, and the title is based on the song of the same name by Tears For Fears. This imagine is pretty dark...so make sure you check out those warnings...anyway...Stefan smut will be posted tomorrow! Until then...enjoy this! (P.S: I hope I wrote this okay...I really don’t want to offend anyone...I just write what I get requested and hope  that I do the request justice. If you are offended, pls lmk...I will rewrite this or remove it immediately)

Summary: Thakur sexually assaults you in a meeting, and Colin refuses to let his disgusting behavior slide.

Warnings: Sexual assault/sexual harassment, angst, lots of language, fighting, blood, and luckily mega fluff in the end and as well as the middle for some relief...obviously mega canon divergence

Word Count: 1,983+

Your knee bounces up and down anxiously as the secretary to your left types away violently at her typewriter. You felt like a child waiting to be called into the principal’s office, and you hated it. 

It had been three months since you had started working at Tuckersoft as a game designer, and you absolutely loved it. You had made great friends, one of which being The Colin Ritman. You didn’t see him as any sort of celebrity, though. You saw him as someone you could depend on, someone you had come to love.

You and Colin clicked the very second you stepped foot into Tuckersoft. What started out as him simply admiring and appreciating your work flourished into a beautiful friendship, and eventually, a bit of a massive crush on your end.

Everything seemed to be going extremely well. That is, until you were called into Thakur’s office. His secretary had paged you so harshly, far too harshly for there not to be some sort of problem.

“(Y/N), Mr. Thakur will see you now.” Your head snaps towards the secretary, who’s words brought you back to reality. You stand up slowly, trying to brush the wrinkles from your dark green cargo pants away. You then reluctantly trod towards the door to Thakur's office, your heeled black boots thumping heavily against the carpeted floor. 

You hesitate before pulling down on the door handle as an unsettling feeling fills your gut. Your instincts beg you not to enter the office, but you know you have to. 

You take a deep breath, and slowly open the door. 

“(Y/N)! It’s good to see you mate!” Thakur calls out, a smile plastered across his face. “Now we need to talk! Take a seat!” He seems to be rather cheerful as he motions for you to take a seat in the armed chair across from him.

You nod in response, pulling out the chair and quickly sitting down. Thakur clasps his hands together under his chin. 

“You know what?” Thakur questions, pausing for a second. “I hate this space between us, don’t you?” Thakur quickly stands up, dragging his large, black swivel chair behind him as he walks in your direction.

He finally reaches you, plopping himself down in his chair. Maybe it was the fact that he smelt like wet dog, but there was something that made you feel extremely uncomfortable about this interaction with Thakur. 

“This is better, no?” Thakur questions, smirking like the cheshire cat. 

You ignore the strangeness of his actions. “So what was it that you wanted to talk to me about, Thakur?” You ask, cutting straight to the point as you anxiously pull on the collar of your The Cure shirt. 

“Ah, yes!” Thakur scooches closer to you, “About the release of your game…” He trails off, pointing a finger in your direction as he rolls the chair even closer to you once again. You begin to feel more unsettled as the apparent space between you and Thakur seemingly disappears into thin air. 

Your heart jumps into your throat. “It’ll be released just in time for Christmas, I know. We talked about this already.” Your words are hurried, as you want nothing more than for this meeting to be over.

“About that,” Thakur pauses, moving closer to you so that his knee is now pressing up against yours. “That’s not going to happen, love.” You cringe at his use of the word love. It was something Colin called you often, but never Thakur. It felt so wrong to hear that word come out of his lips. Thakur opens his mouth once more. “That is, unless…”

Suddenly Thakur’s hand lands on your thigh, brushing the area slowly, making its way towards the last place you would ever want Thakur to touch you. 

You quickly push yourself back, jumping out of the chair. “What the hell?” You shout out, feeling nauseous and absolutely disgusted. 

Thakur pushes himself out of the chair, and rushes over to you. “Oh come on! Don’t be such a prude!” He says, walking closer towards you. You try to back away, but he has you cornered. He grabs your wrists forcefully with his hands. 

He pushes you up against the wall as tears rush to your eyes. 

“Get the fuck off of me!” You scream. But Thakur doesn’t listen. Before he could do anything else, you forcefully bring your knee up into his crotch, successfully kneeing the prick in the balls. 

“Holy shit!” Thakur cries out in a high pitched voice, backing away from you in pain. You take this chance to run out of the office. 

“What the bloody hell was going on in there?” The secretary asks firmly, standing up from her desk. You ignore her, and proceed to sprint down the hallway. 

Tears continue to rush to your eyes, an it feels as though the walls are closing in on you. The fluorescent lights burn your skin. You stop running, and rest your back against the wall. You slide down to the ground, pulling your knees into your chest. 

That’s when the tears begin to fall at free will. You sob heavily to the point where you can no longer breathe. It feels as though a million elephants are sitting on your chest. The world was spinning. You put your head down to rest on your knees. You feel helpless as your panic attack grows worse and worse. 

Then, out of nowhere, you hear a calm, familiar voice. “(Y/N)?” Colin coos. You lift your head from your knees, and you see the blonde boy crouching in front of you. He brings a hand to your cheek, trying to wipe the uncontrollably falling tears away. “Are you alright? What happened?” His voice is soft and reassuring. 

“Th-thakur…” You can’t speak. You didn’t want to recall what had just happened. It was all too painful.

“Did that son of a bitch fire you?” Colin’s voice is firm. “I swear, I’m going to kick his ass if he did.” You say nothing in response, and Colin brings a hand up to the back of your neck. He begins to play with your hair.

“H-he d-din’t fire me,” You’re finally able to stutter, inching closer to Colin. “H-he…” You trail off, staring into Colin’s eyes through the silver rims resting on his nose. You wished he could read your mind so you didn’t have to say what Thakur did to you. 

“Wait a minute,” Colin’s eyes widen with shock. “D-did that prick,” He pauses, attempting to fathom the words that were about to come out of his mouth. “Did he touch you?” He questions  softly, still combing his hand through your hair. 

You nod, suddenly sobbing heavily once again. Colin drops to his knees, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you tightly into his embrace. 

You whimper and sob into Colin’s chest as Colin plants soft kisses on the top of your head. 

“I’m so sorry, love. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. Everything is going to be fine,” Colin whispers, his arms still wrapped tightly around you as he gently rubs the small of your back. 

You feel safe in Colin’s arms. You feel like no one could hurt you now. Your troubles, while still in the back of your mind, melt away temporarily as your nose is filled with Colin’s distinct scent of vanilla, cinnamon and cigarettes. 

“Th-thank you,” You mumble into his chest. Colin continues to pepper the top of your head with gentle kisses. 

“There’s no need to thank me, love,” Colin purrs, pulling apart from you. “Now, I’ve got something to take care of quickly. Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

Before you could protest, Colin quickly pushes himself off the ground, adjusting his silver frames, and storming off in the direction of Thakur’s office. 

“Colin, wait!” You call out, standing up, attempting to catch up with the blonde boy. He ignores your call, and continues to sprint towards Thakur’s office. Colin turns a corner, leaving your line of sight. 

What the hell is he going to do? You think to yourself as you pick up your pace, turning the corner that Colin went down. 

You spot Colin as he approaches Thakur, who’s back is facing Colin. 

“Hey, dickhead!” Colin shouts, causing Thakur to turn around instantly. 

Without hesitation, Colin runs up to Thakur, his hand in a fist. 

“Fuck you, you fucking prick!” Colin yells, his fist coming up to punch Thakur with all the strength he has inside of him. “That’s what you get for touching her, fuckface!” Colin screams as Thakur falls to the ground in shock. 

“Stop Colin, please don’t hurt me anymore mate!” Thakur cowers, cover his face with his hands. 

Colin’s knuckles are bleeding. He ignores his injury, standing over Thakur, grunting as he harshly kicks Thakur in the crotch. Thakur’s hands immediately move to the affected region as he cries out in pain.

“I’m in love with that girl! How dare you fucking touch her?” Colin yells, pointing towards you, his face red, and his brows furrowed in anger. His eyes don’t leave Thakur for one second. “And I swear to fucking god, if you ever even think about touching her again, you won’t just be on the ground,” Colin spits in Thakur’s right eye, “You’ll be in it, mate.”

Colin swiftly kicks Thakur in the groin once more, and storms towards you. 

Once Colin meets your side, he slowly intertwines his fingers with yours, and pulls you out of the Tuckersoft office. 

You don’t know what to say as you and Colin walk down the many flights of stairs, exiting the building and walking out onto the streets of South London. 

After some thought, you know exactly what to say.

“Y-you’re in love with me?” You ask, stopping in your tracks, staring up at Colin. He nods once, as if it was a widely known fact. 

“Yes, of course I am,” He states matter of factly. Colin continues to walk along, in turn pulling you along with him. He stares deeply into your eyes. “I don’t expect you to give me any sort of answer. I know how much you’ve been through today, and I don’t want to pressure you into anything.” Colin looks forward again, pulling you swiftly through the city streets. 

But you stop again, pulling Colin closer to you. “I-I l-love you too, Colin. I-I really do.” Your quick answer takes him by surprise.

Colin smiles widely, his brows arching upwards. You had always seen him smirk, but you had never seen him smile. 

That smile, that damned smile made your heart flutter in your chest. It made you feel safe despite everything that had happened. 

Colin pulls you into a tight embrace, one hand pressed against the small of your back, the other on the nape of your neck.

“Thank you, again, Colin,” You whisper into his chest. You pull apart from him, and look down at his right hand. His knuckles are still a bloody mess. You grab his hand, holding it carefully in yours. 

“I’m fine, Colin says, his ocean eyes staring into yours. He adjusts his glasses nonchalantly with his free hand. You shake your head in disagreement. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” You giggle for the first time all day. Colin smiles again, and nods in response. You pull lightly on his hand, leading him forward. 

“But, if you get to take care of me, then I get to take care of you too, got it?” Colin says firmly, arching a brow in your direction. You nod in response, and the corners of Colin’s mouth turn upwards. 

While you had been through so much, Colin seemed to make things feel okay. 

You felt better now, especially with him. 

And that meant the world to you.

[theabominableblogger]

My Reaction to “Black Panther”

Wakanda Forever!

*silently scats along with the Marvel opening theme*

Is that TV in the background showing footage of the Rodney King riots?

T’Chaka’s Black Panther suit looks a lot more... refined... like it’s more stately and more like a military uniform a king would wear.

“... Grace Jones-looking chicks with spears.”  Oh my God...

Whoa...

Whoa wait... why is Nakia there...

Whoaaaa.....

Oh I like the music!

“Nakia... hi...”  Hahahaha!

OK, so this takes place right after “Civil War” or so.  Gotcha.

Ohhhhhhhhhh I’m so downloading this soundtrack when it comes out!

God, the Dora Milaje look so cool...

Wait, that’s the one lady [Ayo] from “Civil War!” 

Move... or you will be moved!  :D

Angela Bassett!

I’ve only just met T’Challa’s mom and sister and I love them already

Oh hey Michael B. Jordan!

That Igbo mask that Erik looks at (and eventually takes as we see in the trailer) kinda has the same outline as the bottom of the Wakandan ships.  Coincidence?

*mouth drops in shock when Andy Serkis comes on screen*

*Erik starts making out with one of the goons in the ambulance*  Oooohhhh....

I love these outfits!

Forest Whitaker!

Bor Gullet!  Boogity!

Wait, so you have to take a special something in order to have Black Panther powers?

“Can we all just wrap this up and go home?”  Hahaha!

Whoaaaaaaaa.....

M’Baku!  Man-Ape!

Ohhhh, you did not just insult T’Chaka...

Wait, I just noticed that the Jabari have their bodies covered in silver like gorillas!

Hooooo.....

Ohhh!!

Wait, why are they [T’Challa and M’Baku] being edged toward the edge of the waterfall?!?

Whoaaa... you can see it [the herb] course through his [T’Challa’s] veins!

It’s like freaking Kilgrave in the S1 finale of “Jessica Jones!”

I’m gettting some serious Lion King vibes...

Whooooooaaa!!

*slams hands on thighs with each word*  I want this soundtrack like yesterday!

I don’t wanna sound rude but does the actor who plays T’Chaka [John Kani] have a bum eye? 

Oooohhh are they [T’Challa and Nakia] holding hands?

That’s Daniel Kaluuya!

Wait, did Okoye just refer to W’kabi as “my love?”  Did I hear that right?

Wait, so if Wakanda hides its true nature from the world (when it comes to the production of vibranium), then what does it look like to the rest of the world?

I want Shuri’s white dress like right now

WHAAATTT ARE THOOOOOOSEEE?!?!?!?

I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT

Hahahaha oh my God, I love Shuri!

Ultimate Disney royal siblings:  T’Challa and Shuri.  They have joined the ranks, people.

All righty, South Korea...

Americans?  Wait, what?

IT’S ROSS!

“The King of Wakanda is here.”  Heck yeah he is!

Bilbo and Gollum reunited at last.

Wait, what, there’s a mixtape?

Klaue’s probably got a little bit of Die Antwoord on there probably.  Pink Floyd maybe?

Nooooooooooo he [Klaue] kept it [the vibranium] in his pants!

OH MY GOD IT’S ONE SHOT!

*Klaue realizes that he’s out of bullets*  Ohhhh ha haa!

“What side of the road is it?” Oh my gosh...

I hear you, Kendrick!

He [T’Challa] tipped the car with his claws!  Oh my God!

Noooooo she’s [Okoye] getting on top of the car....

Waaaaiiittt he’s [T’Challa] gonna do the flip....

Ooooooooohhhhh!

Okoye just freaking surfed on the debris like Legolas!

Did Klaue just lose his arm again?

*Klaue starts making kissing noises at the two-way mirror*  Oh my Godddd....

What’s that language that Okoye speaks when she threatens Ross?  Is that Xhosa?

“Does she speak English?”  “When she wants to.”  OHHHHHHH!!!

*Klaue starts singing “What is Love?”*  I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS

*sing songs*  There he [Erik] is...

Whaaaat?!?

“Great.  Another broken white boy for us to fix.”  Pffftt....

Oh I like the layout of Shuri’s lab

“... or your Bonnie and Clyde routine ends today!”  Wait, what?

*Erik pulls down his lower lip*  Whoaaaaa...

They killed Andy Serkis!

Is that Sterling K. Brown?  That is!

Oh noooo... is that Klaue’s corpse?  Euuggghhhh!

“Don’t scare me like that, colonizer!”   Pfffttt.. hahaha!

I will say, this feels almost nothing like a typical Marvel movie and it’s super cool. 

I like that they don’t abruptly wedge the romance between T’Challa and Nakia in this movie.

“Hey, auntie.”  Oh my God....

“I [T’Challa] accept your [Erik’s] challenge.”  Wait, why?  You’re already king!

Whoaaa... the scar tattoos on Erik though!

Oh, c’mon T’Challa...

How many times is T’Challa getting stabbed in this movie?!?

*gasps loudly*

Nooooooooooooooooooo!!!

Okoye...

*sing songs*  Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit...

Whoaa.... wait, he didn’t land directly in the ancestral plain!  It’s just outside the place where his dad died!

Very clever, movie.  Very clever.

Wait, why would Killmonger burn all the herb?

Whaaaaattt... this camera angle though...

W’Kabi nooooo...

The set for M’Baku’s throne room is awesome

“I’m kidding.  We are vegetarians.”  Pfffffffffffffttttttt....

Martin Freeman is so short compared to the other cast members that it’s hilarious

*grinning uncontrollably*

“Ugggghhhhh, are you [T’Challa’s family] done?  Are you- are you done?”  Hahahaha!

“I could use an army.”  “Yeah you could, but no.”  *almost chokes on food in hilarity*

Whoa what?

YEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

LION KING VIBES OUT THE ROOF, BABY!

YES OKOYE!

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaatt?!?!?

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

This end battle scene on the field is awesome

*gasps*

Nakia’s Dora Milaje armor is awesome

AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Oh, go Ross!

“Oh shit.  Shit shit shit shit.”  Same, man.

Shuri!

How can you punch someobody in free fall?  Is that even possible?

This train scene with T’Challa and Erik arguing is really cool.

THE JABARI!

Noooooo Shuri’s lab!

Kick his [W’Kabi’s] ass, Okoye!

*slams hands on thighs with each word*  I WANT THIS SOUNDTRACK LIKE YESTERDAY!

Oh shit!

Wait...

“Just bury me in the ocean.  Bury me in the ocean with those who threw themselves off the ships...because they knew death was better than bondage ”  ... no words...

I’m... speechless...

*T’Challa and Nakia kiss*   Whoooooooo!!

Ohh that was a nice transition shot

“... I thought you meant Coachella or Disneyland.”  Hahahaha!

*T’Challa sets up an outreach center in America*  Oh that’s awesome

I am totally digging T’Challa’s scarf

“What is a nation of farmers [Wakanda] gonna offer to the rest of the world?”  Hahahaha...

Martin Freeman literally has the same reaction as me

BUCKY!

[manju-girl]

Letters to You (Shigezane X MC X ??????) pt. 3

a break from a hiatus can’t be that bad so here’s the third part! YAY

– one | two | three : Tanabata

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“Kojuro! You in there?” A jovial Shigezane slid the door open, finding Kojuro inside about to change in his night robes.

“Shigezane, w–”

“Let’s go to the festival!!” Shigezane cut him off without letting Kojuro say anything.

“As much as I want to, Shigezane. I can’t, I’m already tired. You can go with Aki and Lord Masamune.” Kojuro said, followed by a sleepy yawn. He wanted to rest more than anyone else.

Shigezane can’t help but tease Kojuro “Whaaattt? Already feeling the old age, Kojuro? Hm, I want to go with them too but from what I heard from the castle maids they are still working. And come on, this is just a once in a year festival. Drag your tired ass now!” The younger man beamed a grin at Kojuro. With an exasperated sigh, Kojur put his gray haori back on his shoulders, giving Shigezane a worried look.

“Ah, I remember, Shigezane. About the potential bride for you, have you seen her?” Kojuro asked. He asked because he was curious, whether his younger sister had a chance. He’s worried for the three of them, to be honest.

“Yes, did meet her the other day. She’s one hell of a woman, Kojuro. So beautiful and full of grace. As expected of a woman of her class.” Shigezane said, his voice full of admiration talking about this woman. “I’d like to meet and spend some time with her again!” As for Kojuro, he was happy for him too, but at the same time, he’s not. If Aki heard this. He’s not sure. He knows Aki more than anyone else. She’d be hurt, yes, but she would always jide behind it with a smile and her mischief.

Shigezane sounded happy talking about this woman, Kojuro thought. At the corner of his eyes, he thought he saw Aki’s shadows through the door. But walked away afterwards.

“But she’s nowhere near Aki, though. Aki is still… Much more better than this potential bride of mine.” Shigezane said, looking down at the floor, a lonely smile in his face.

“Shigezane…” Kojuro said his name in a gentle tone, like how an older brother would say after feeling pained for his younger brother. “‘What are you looking so sad about? Let’s go!” Shigezane grinned once more, sliding the door open to step out while waiting for Kojuro. ________________________________________ Masamune had never felt this anxious while waiting for someone. Every year he goes to the festival with her, of course with Kojuro and Shigezane. But this year was different, they’re going together to the festival alone. He arrived at the meeting place earlier than she said, too excited to see her or perhaps too restless to stay in his room longer.

“What’s taking her so long… Oh right, I came here earlier…” He mumbled to himself, he looked around the castle gates restlessly, walking back and forth. His usual calm demeanor fades away when it comes to women, especially her.

He took a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself. The sky on that summer night was clear, then he looked at the two most brilliant stars up above.

“Masamune-chan?” He heard an all too familiar voice call him. He turned at the sound of his name, expecting a woman clad in a men’s hakama with her hair tied up and katana by her side. “Sorry did I make you wait?”

But what he saw was nowhere near the manly woman they knew her to be ever since they were little.

“…” No words were coming out from his mouth, the unfamiliar warmth started to come up from his cheeks to his ears, as his visible eye fixed on her only. She walked up slowly to him, taking careful steps.

“Don’t laugh, okay?!” She said with a deadpanned expression, which turned into her normal and mischievous grin.

There she is, his goddess. Standing right in front of him. the usual hakama she wears was now changed into the teal green yukata he bought for her the other month, her katana on her obi tie. the long hair she usually kept tied up using a red ribbon now loose, adorned by a morning glory hairpin that he guessed Kojuro bought for her. It framed her small face perfectly, the pink and plump lips she had and her determined and honest eyes.

Everything about her was beautiful.

Masamune forgot to breathe for a moment, until she waved her hand in front of him. Bringing him back to reality.

“Masamune-chan. Are you that shocked to see me like this?” She asked, her brows furrowed. Masamune was embarrassed looking at Aki, he knows that he’s blushing he had to look away from her, turning his back on Aki while answering her in a whisper.

“Let’s go…” He kept his distance to her Aki followed behind him, remembering her place as his page. Masamune kept walking straight ahead, his blush still in his cheeks. He never knew that seeing her dressed like that would make him so flushed he can hardly look at her.

Meanwhile, Aki was frowning, her face clearly showing discomfort. She was uncomfortable wearing the geta sandals and can barely walk properly behind Masamune. The chances of an ambush was always possible, and if that happens, even if Aki brought her katana with her, she can do a little in protecting him with the clothes she’s wearing.

She looked up ahead Masamune’s broad back. ‘Even if his back is facing me, I can still see the pride and dignity of a lord. This is the man I swore my life and loyalty to, the man who was once my childhood friend. The reason why I’m still here.’

“Aki…” Masamune called, “Walk beside me.” He said. She smiled in return, walking happily before standing next to Masamune to match his pace.

Aki looked up at him. His handsome features brings nostalgia to her. He used to be small and quiet, she’s even taller than him back then. Masamune was barely opening up to her when she first arrived at Yonezawa. But now here he is, the Lord of Oshu. She can’t help but smile at the memories the four of them shared. “Lord Masamune, you sure have grown a lot from the day we met.” She said, though she only intended the thought for herself, she hadn’t realized that she said it out loud. 'Okay. I sounded like Older Brother.’

“What?” He asked, finally looking at her. Aki chuckled, tousling his hair. Seeing Masamune’s reaction, she can’t help but laugh. “Masaaaa, time flies by so fast. Don’t you agree? A few years ago we were always playing around, Shigezane always pulling pranks on you and Brother. And now here we are. The three of you have been respectable and great lords in your own rights, and I your page.” A gentle smile graced her face, a look of fondness in her eyes. She was happy with them, and she always wanted to be with them. Until their own time comes.

“Aki, you do know that I am older than you, right? You sounded like Kojuro just now…”

“Yeah, I do know. But you see, that’s why I call Kojuro an old man.” She answered, “Ah! Milord look out.” She thought she saw a man wearing a bright pink kimono walk past them. Luckily she was fast enough to drag Masamune close to her side. “There’s sure a lot of people here than last year, don’t you think so? This just shows how great of a lord you’ve become, Lord Masamune!” she beamed, the pride in her eyes. She was more than happy to serve the Date clan. - Seeing that there’s lot of people, Masamune was now wishing he had brought Kojuro and Shigezane with him. He’s nervous, of course. It’s not like he’s really good like those two when it comes to women. He was tempted to hold her hand while walking through the crowd, just to let them all know that she is the one that he loves.

But he knows, that he won’t be able to hold her hands the way he wanted it to.

They won’t be ever, be like that.

And he’ll never be able to tell her how he really feels.

“I wonder where’s my old man and Shigezane?” her voice cut his thoughts. He looked at her with his usual cool façade.

Hearing that name, hearing his cousin’s name made him aware again of why she really won’t love him the way he loves her.

Shigezane.

Masamune chose not to say anything. He did not know what to say.

“I really hope I won’t see them around.” She said, “I don’t want them to see me like this. Especially Shigezane.” She added,

Masamune was quite disappointed, maybe she doesn’t like the yukata? Maybe she’s uncomfortable?

“Don’t you like the yukata? Are you not comfortable?” he finally asked.

“No Masamune it’s not like that! I wore this especially for you, though yes I do feel uncomfortable but…” she trailed off to look into his vivid green eye, before continuing where she left off “This is the only way I can think of to thank for all the things you’ve done for me.”

Her answer left Masamune speechless, she had that shy smile on her face that brought a tinge of pink to his cheeks again. He kept on looking at her while she’s walking, excitement in her eyes as she looked around the place.

'I won’t ask for anything else, just having you here with me is more than enough.’ He thought

“Hey, Masamune. The festival’s going to start soon! Let’s get our wishes ready!” he was surprised when he felt her slightly calloused hand grasp his own. Aki dragged him through the crowd to one of the bamboo trees at the center of the town. When they stopped walking, she hurriedly wrote her wishes on the paper she brought.

Masamune had always been the person who was always observant, especially when it comes to his surroundings. And for time they spent in the town, he knows that someone was looking for them, rather, following them. Surely it was not Shigezane or Kojuro. It was someone suspicious. He moved closer to Aki while she puts her wish on the bamboo tree. In case that something came up, he’ll be there to protect her.

“Lord Masamune…”She called, “Mind joining me somewhere?” she took his hand once more, and he followed her. she’s thinking the same thing as I am. He thought. “Pardon my touch,” She walked behind him, trying to search for that one man who kept on following them.

Once they’re out of the town and into the forest. She spoke “They’ve been following us since we got out of the castle, Milord. One is wearing a pink kimono, the one we came across on the way to the center of the town.” She reported, kneeling down on him. “Their target of course would be me.” Masamune said, she nodded weakly. “Your orders, Milord.”

“Hide behind me.” What he said did not surprise her anymore. It was an order. It’s always like that. “I’ll protect you.”

“With all due respect, Lord Masamune. I will refuse on obeying that order, I am your page and your retainer. It is my duty to protect you.” She answered back, meeting his eye. He’s not going to back down.

“You’re a woman. You’re not supposed to fight.” Masamune said quietly, which took her by surprise. She was shocked, she never thought she’d hear Masamune say that to her. she knows that she’s supposed to be just in the castle, either as a maid or a cook. But she wanted to be with them.

“… I’ll fight for you.” She mumbled. Just as she held the hilt of her katana, an somewhat familiar voice called to them.

“Akira.”

Akira Hearing her real name called just like that brought a lot of memories to her. it was quite unpleasant. Only her family and—

“Inuchiyo?” she turned around to see that Maeda Toshiie, has his katana pointed at the Dokuganryu of Oshu, while Masamune also has his sword pointed back at Toshiie, the cold and merciless look was now back again on his vivid green eye.

“What do you want, Maeda?”

“How DARE you make a woman fight for you!” Inuchiyo said.

 Aki was also quick on her feet despite her limited movements because of the damn clothes. She had her katana on Inuchiyo’s throat, 

“Put your katana down, Inuchiyo. I won’t hesitate on hurting you if you hurt Lord Masamune.” She said coldly.

Inuchiyo reluctantly drawn his sword back to its sheathe. Aki and Masamune did the same. Masamune looked at Maeda Toshiie suspiciously.

“I’m here to take Akira, no, My bride back.” -

FINALLY GOT TO WRITE!! YAY @kitty-kat-ty here you go dear~