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cherripeach · 5 years ago

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Chapter 2

Little Match Maker

Summary: Your life motto is "I have the power of god and anime on my side, don't mess with me," and you stand by that with your life. No human, magician, or random creature could ever stop your firm belief in it.

However, getting transported to this world that seemed to turn your already bad luck worse was not what you wanted to be in your life story, but you made the most of it.Making friends, enemies, and disasters, you were in your prime in this world, and so you decided to help as many people as you could flourish, at least what you believed to be.

Prologue 3-5: I wanna take a nap

Chapter Summary: Was everyone in this school an evil bratty child or was it just you?

Warnings: jokes about death(I think) and committing crimes and curse words, some sex jokes (but not the bad ones; middle school boys comments and stuff)

Words: 3.4k

Relationships: Pending twst x reader

Two boys-you assumed-were chasing after the cat, and while neither of them seemed to be very athletic, the cat really was not either. The cat kept bumping into its own fire and having to turn away, or trying to blast fire at the two chasing him and almost tripping both himself and the other two boys. The cat did end up getting chased into a corner after almost tripping the two boys, and the smaller of the two raised up a pen or pencil looking object and screamed the words “Off with your head.” The only thing that passed through your mind was that you need to get out of here.

After the boy screamed, a red light appeared from the top of the pen and was soon directed straight toward the cat. The cat horror-struck backed up as far as he could and even climbed a few inches up the wall to move away from the beam of light heading toward it. The beam smacked the cat into the wall and caused him to fall from his position onto his butt and falter in any movement. Once the light cleared, there was an obvious difference in the cat’s appearance. A red and white collar had shown up around his neck, and the cat still dazed to notice it screamed out, “Nughab! The heck is this thing?”

You mumbled out, “Kinky…”

“Law of the Queen of Hearts Number 23: ‘One shall never bring a cat into a festival.’ You being a cat means you’ve broken the rule. I shall have you leave at once,” Here we have another member of the crowd who also thought the creature was a cat, but apparently, this disappointed child also has the numbers of the rules for something memorized, and that threw you off. He straightened himself once he noticed that the cat was caught within the collar and put his pen away in his coat that you just noticed everyone was wearing.

You surveyed yourself to see what you were wearing and realized that it was the same thing, only leading your mind to one conclusion: “This has to be some kind of cult…” you mumbled the phrase so that anyone close by could not question your thought process, but this school and world just happened to get worse and weirder the more you looked around.

“...I'ma burn this collar right up and... ehhh I can’t use my fire!” You caught the rest of the cat’s declaration, and both him and you were in absolute awe for what the collar had apparently accomplished.

“Hmph!” The disappointed child straightened his back even more and tilted his face up toward the ceiling a little, “You won’t be using any magic until I remove the collar. Just like an ordinary cat”.

“Whh-what? I’m not some pet!” The cat was having none of it. He was clawing at the collar on his neck and pulling it as much as he could just sitting in place next to the wall in his time out corner.

“Don’t worry, I’d never keep a pet like you,” the kid really just can’t help himself can he, “I’ll take it off anyway when you get thrown out.” He turned away from the cat and began to walk back to the center of the room where the sus headmaster in the top hat who for a weird second kinda reminded you of Willy Wonka stood and fumed over the past events.

Once the kid began walking, the other male chasing the cat spoke up, “Wow, as wonderful as ever. Any and all magic gets sealed by your Unique Magic, Riddle,” the male even threw his arms out to match his display of amazement only to pull them pack in a second later to place one hand on his chin while the other held his elbow to his chest to allow the male to mutter some words to himself. The taller male then pivoted around and sauntered to follow the smaller male. Both of them held this formal air covered in arrogance, and you wanted nothing to do with either of them.

The end of their conversation must have halted the top hat headmaster because he straightened himself up and glanced at the crowd only pausing his eye movement when they reached you. He kept both of his eyes on you while he strode over to your wall. Your day could apparently get worse.

“You must do something about this! It is your familiar!” the man made hand gestures to point at you in his furry, and you decided that maybe now is the time you should speak up.

“Sir, with all due respect, stop assuming things,” this man was worse than some teenagers and teachers you have met, so you shut him up, “Please tell me when I told you that he was my familiar,” your flicked your hands and continued, “whatever that is, because I am clearly lost.”

“So it’s not yours?” The man put his hand to his chin and closed his eyes either to calm himself down or figure everything out.

“Yep. Never seen it before it asked me to strip” Please let this man listen for once.

“Ah, um You did.” He cleared his throat, “Anyway, let's get it out of the school. We won't turn you into a stew. For I am gracious. Someone help, please.”

Several of the students crowded around the cat until finally two came out holding the cat who was yelling the entire time. He was a little too desperate to just stay in this school.

You broke off from the masked man’s lecture for a second until another voice joined the conversation.

“That’s not different from usual, is it?” You were lost as one of the taller of the five males from earlier spoke up. He was a half furry, but you had no clue what that was called again and you would rather not know.

“What?” The sun graced everyone with its presence, “Did nobody tell him about the ceremony?” His features turned into a sorrowful, sour look from his normal bright and upbeat feature; he even glanced around at all of the others who surrounded the masked male. You noticed that all of them were the five from earlier, not including the tablet.

“If you are going to complain, you should’ve done it yourself.�� Another one of the tall gang of the five males spoke up; however, this one was the exact opposite of the half furry. He was incredibly put together and more breathtaking than anyone you have ever been in the same room in. The male must be the ruler of self care, even if he did give you arrogant vibes.

“Hmm. But I don’t really know anything about the guy.” The sun appeared guilty at his statement.

The people which you forgot about broke out into chatter about a man who was named something like ‘Malaus Drakconia’ or something like that, but you had no clue who he actually was or how to actually spell his name. All of the chatter stopped when another male, much smaller than most of the five males, strolled into the room through the double doors.

“I was correct. I thought he might come but ‘Malaus’ really didn't. It seems the invitation "never arrived" again.” The small male shook his head and sighed gently after entering the room.

The males in the middle all exchanged glances before two emerged: the two from before; the ones that were chasing after the cat.

“My deepest apologies. I promise, we didn't intend to exclude you.” The taller male closed his eyes and appeared apologetic.

“His aura makes it hard to approach him,” The shorter male just can’t stop himself.

You just had to butt in because no one was taking this seriously; you walked up from your wall to meet with the group in the middle, “Yo, dude that’s really not right. I mean what has he ever done wrong to ya?” Some teenagers just weren’t for you, and so you apologized to the new face that entered. “Tell the dude he has my condolences or something.”

The short new face just stared through your soul for the next couple of minutes, not blinking, but he finally did cough and twist away from you to face a group of students. “It’s not your fault child, but it is all right.” He took about three steps. “Members of the Diasomnia Dormitory can come with me… I hope this doesn't upset him.”

You in your brilliance decided to cup your mouth and scream out to the male leading the first group out, “Tell the dude that if he needs someone to talk to, I’m freeee! I hope he feels better!”

You even heard a slight chuckle from the group. And slowly all the groups left; most making eye contact with you, but you just carried on trying to think of how expensive the clothes you had one were; you rubbed the sleeve and found out that they were made of a fabric resembling silk.

Crowley, from what you remembered, sauntered up to you once the room was clear and both of you began to conjure in your head and make a conversation about what was going to happen:

“While I normally would have you leave this school, I do not know where you are from. Would you mind stepping up to the mirror to find out. There is no need to worry. The Dark Mirror will send you directly back from whence you came. Enter the Gate, and picture your home clearly in your mind... “ The male pushed you to the mirror again, and you thought of your home for as long as you could. You even heard him mumble words back and forth with the mirror when you were lost in thought.

However, a surprised noise came out of the man’s mouth and your mind buffered to process everything because both Crowley’s and the mirror’s gaze, if you would even call it that, were stuck on you.

“This is the first time this has ever happened since I became headmaster, what should I do?” You held contact with his weird mask eyes for as long as you could before you swerved your gaze to the mirror. “Are you positive that is where you are from? And that you have never heard of Twisted Wonderland, Night Raven College, anything?” He was moving closer to you at an extremely fast rate causing you to discreetly walk back to your wall.

“Yeah, sir, why would I ever lie about that? All of this seems like a weird movie for me.” You just could not believe how little this “headmaster” or whatever believed you.

“Our best option is to go to the Library and do some research. Come and join me.” Headmaster Crowley twirled around making his cloak follow his mystical movements like some fairy or evil villain and started to make his way out of the room.

You just as confused as before followed after him, wondering if anything in this world would ever make sense.

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After around an hour of scouring through books in the odd library you were in earlier, you and the headmaster both decided to take a break.

“Can you please believe me now?” You slumped in a chair and groaned as loud as you could for as late as it was and even massaged your forehead, just hoping the man would get your point.

“You are correct. There is nothing about your hometown anywhere…” The male halted his speech and glanced back at the books, “There is also a possibility you are from another world.”

“What a nice thing to say to the tired, lost teenager,” and you stopped your speech to turn to him and point at him, “That you are in charge of.” You could not believe this man, and so you deflated while he carried on with his speech.

“Did you have anything on you when you came here?”

You just shook your head and rolled your eyes out of his view.

“Do you have any identification, like a license for a magic car, name on a shoe... You appear to be empty-handed?”

Another shake and a hand placed back on your forehead, and you noticed that he was probably going to go back into one of his speeches when he stood up taller and paused speaking for a second.

“This is concerning…..My graciousness is limitless! I am a model for all educators.We had better be on our way. Let's head to the dormitory. It may be a bit old but there is a certain charm to it.” Apparently, you were going to stay in a dormitory. Always a new surprise with this man.

And you two were off again through the halls and outside to your new stay in this world, but from how terrible the place was on the outside, this was not a luxury resort.

It was a four or more story house accompanied by a broken gate guarding the house, spider webs on all of the molded dead trees, broken shutters, even broken window, and to top it off just an overall haunted vibe to the place. This was where smart, sane people in life would avoid; this was just the trap for those characters in haunted movies, and you were just hoping to find a peaceful place to sleep in it tonight.

Crowley must have caught your staring at the dorm and ushered you inside, “Right, right. Please come inside.”

You can confidently say that the inside of the dorm was incredibly worse than the outside; the streets might be a better option if you took into account all of the health hazards in just this room alone.

Crowley did not seem to agree, “Staying here will at least keep you out of the rain.”

You hoped to interject, “Isn’t there somewhere el-”

“I'm going back to do more research. Make yourselves at home. Don't go wandering around the school! Goodbye!” This man was going to be the death of you or the reason you commit murder.

The lounge area was terrible: almost everything was broken and covered in dust, including the walls, ceiling, and floor. This area was not fit for a person to live in, and even if you tried your best it might never be.

But of course with your luck streak, Crowley saying that it would rain had to come true. “Are you kidding me now!” You threw your hands up in the air and then grabbed your head and tried not to commit arson. “Nothing is ever going to go my way here, will it?”

Thunderstruck.

“At least you are on my side…” You gazed out the cracked window expecting it to break soon.

The thunderstorm caused more problems in your new dorm than it should have. The building would shake, as would the windows, and it allowed more damage than before. However, it appears that you are not alone with a caterwaul screech from behind you.

“Hyyyi! It’s really coming down!” And located on your broken couch was the cat from before. He was apparently a gift from someone, who probably was laughing at you, for you with how often he was popping up.

“What are you doing here?” You probed in an apathetic tone as you both deadpanned and glared at the cat.

“Gyhaha! You've got this stupid look on your face like a spider being attacked by a water gun! I'll have no trouble sneaking back into school. Come on, come on. If you think getting thrown out is gonna make me give up on getting in, you've got another thing coming!” The cat gabbed just as long as the headmaster.

Your day could somehow get worse, “Honestly, I don’t care. Please don’t cause problems or I’ll kick you out.”

“Hmph. You wouldn’t understand, but I’m a genius who is destined to be a great magician! I've been waiting for the Ebony Carriage to come pick me up. But... But...Hmph! The Dark Mirror just doesn't have an eye for this.So that's why I came here on my own. Not letting me in would be a loss for the world, humans just don't get it.” This cat might be annoying, but the sob story does make you pity him a little. That is if he started acting kinder and not like an annoying pretentious kid.

Now that you look at him, he resembled a small child disappointed that they did not get what they wanted, but you had sympathy for him. He never mentioned a family or had anyone who cared about around him. He seemed lonely. He wanted to get into school which honestly you don’t know why anyone would want to go to school, but people had their priorities.

A water droplet hit the cat, “Nyaa! So cold! The roof is leaking!”

Another drop.

“Fgyaa! It keeps coming! My adorable ear fire is gonna go out at this rate!” He pulled down his ears closer to his eyes and met your gaze.

“Fine, fine. I’ll get a bucket..” You uttered going to look around the building and ignored any more retorts the cat came up with.

You exited the living room and entered a hallway with a flight of stairs going up, and the rest of the house mirrored the living room and outside by how disgusting and hazardous it is. There was even a gigantic spider web spreading the top of the hallway, and the wallpaper was coming off and covered in mold.

“This is a great time for the first kill in a horror movie,” in this situation talking to yourself helped calm you down.

That is until three ghosts appear. All of different sizes and heights, and they look incredibly familiar like from a movie or something.

“Hihihihi…. Ihihihihi…We haven't had a guest in so long...I'm itching for some action. Ihihihihi!” Frozen in your spot, you watched as the ghosts chuckled and floated closer to you.

“Um, sorry, but like…. What?” You became more disoriented as the day went on., and this topped the cake.

The cat was not on your wavelength and followed you out of the living room and into the hallway only to freeze at the sight of the three ghosts.

“Gyaaaaaaaa!!!! G-g-g-g-ghoooooooooooootts!!” The cat bawled before he darted to cling onto your cloak.

The shortest ghost found amusement out of the cat’s reaction, “The people living here got scared of us and left…”

So did the largest ghost, “We’ve been looking for more ghost pals. How about you guys?”

“Dudesss, chill down. We are not here to hurt you.” You tried to placate both the ghosts and the cat clinging onto you, but nothing ever went your way.

The cat leaped out from behind you looking as ferocious as a duckling, “Grim, the Great Magician, isn't scared of some ghosts!!!” and blew fire at the wall, “Punahhh ~ ~ ~ nnn!!”

The ghosts were having fun with the cat as the tall one asked “Where are you aiming?” and the largest one ran around the hallway area chanting “Over here, over here!”

Apparently Grim-the cat- was actually taking this seriously or did not like getting teased, “Shoot! Stop disappearing!” He continued to blast fire in all directions, most not even where the ghosts were.

You were not going to put up with his attitude so you made a deal with him wanting him to either shut up or do his job right, “Grim or whatever, either you get a move on and listen to me or I’ll tell the headmaster that you are here so that a red collar can be placed on you again and get you kicked out on the streets.”

“Ughhhh, buttt.. I’m a genius.” Grim ran around the area but paused as another ghost came up behind him. “Bunch of cowards ganging up on us! Fine,” Grim circled around to face you, “tell me where the ghosts are!”

“To your left!” Helping Grim would never be easy, but you somehow made it work.

“I hit it! Alright, let’s get them all outta here!” Like a child, he bounced over the fact that he did something right.

And like a child you could not wait to take a nap.

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um like exams such so there was that, but thanks for reading and I hope you have a nice day! Next chapter should be out around Monday or so.. maybe.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst grim #twst crowley #dire crowley #twst #disney twst #twst x reader

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ijustwannawritesomeshitok · 6 years ago

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A mistake

A/N: Hello! This is my first fanfic/oneshot or whatever you wanna call it, so this is SCARY but alright. I also have yet to figure out how (for example) Rogers personality “works”, so bear with me please haha. English isn’t my first language, so I’m sorry if there are a few mistakes in the text. If you have feedback, see any mistakes or just want to tell me something, feel freeee to do just that! :)

Summary: Just some classic cheating Roger story, because I had absolutely no inspiration and just wanted to get something out here.

Length: 471 words (wow short, yes I am aware BUT I NEED TO GET MORE INSPIRATION)

Warnings: swearing, cheating, bad writing, no idk.

“What do you want me to say?” He scoffs. “People make mistakes.”  “You’re right Roger. People do make mistakes, and then they fucking fix them. You made a choice and then you just kept doing it.”  “Y/N,” his voice turns softs and he takes a step towards you. “It truly was a mistake. I’m sorry.”

You take a step back. “Get out.”  “What?”  “You heard me, get out.”  “No Y/N, listen, we can fix this.”  “Get out.” Your voice is getting louder. He takes another step towards you.  “Babe, please, I-”   “Shut up.”

You grab the first bag you see laying around and walk to the closet. He follows you, standing just inches away from you.  “What are you doing?” His voice is still soft. The sound of it normally would make you want to hug him as tight as possible, running your fingers through his blonde locks, but now you just want him out of the house as fast as you can. “Packing your fucking stuff,” you grab a few shirts and trousers out of his part of the closet and aggressively shove them in the bag. You turn around and look at him. “Since you apparently can’t even fucking do that yourself.”

You push the bag in his arms, and with it somewhat pushing him back as well. His eyes widen slightly and you can see he is shocked by your hostile action. He opens his mouth to say something but you quickly walk out of the room, down the stairs and to the hallway. You can hear him follow you, so you waste no more time and open the front door, holding it open for him.

He stops just before the exit of the house. “Y/N, please, we can just talk about-”  “No. Get the fuck out.” You are able to shut the door a little already, pushing him more or less outside. Just before he steps away from the door, he turns around to look at you. His eyes teary and full of regret.   “I’m sorry,” he says once more and then finally stepping forward, making you able to fully close the door.

You turn around, back against the door and drop down to the floor. The tears continuously stinging in your eyes, are finally able to run freely. Your breathing turns heavy and the tears turn into heavy sobbing. You let your head down, knees up and your arms wrapped around them, hugging yourself into comfortability, as much as that is even possible.

There is honestly no one else to blame but you. Three times. It took you three fucking times to finally understand that he was in no way ever going to change. He might have called his three slipups a mistake, but you were the one who made the real mistake here, trusting him.

Part 2

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pinkrocketimagines · 8 years ago

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British Puns and Greasy Hair: Part 3

(Cole Sprouse X Reader X Tom Holland)

SUMMARY : You’re off to a breathtaking island with the entire crew to shoot more segments of the show, including a kissing scene with Tom himself! Cole can’t seem to get his mind off you while Tom has you giddy everytime he’s around.

A/N : Guys! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. Thankyou for all the love :) I hope you enjoy reading this one as well <3 Do reblog it, if you feel like, idk, it’s a freeee world x

You’re in a private plane, hired by the Riverdale Productions, on your way to an Island, which Mark has refrained from naming yet, to shoot the next segments of the show.

You’re pretty excited since you’ve never really travelled this far for shooting. Your script said you would have a kissing scene with Tom today. Kissing scene with Tom Holland in an Island? Hmmm.

Everybody is on board, including Tom, Cole, Lili, KJ and Cami. You’re cuddled next to Camilla while Cole’s hooked on a certain novel he had brought along for the trip. Lili is in a deep slumber while Tom, hm, you’re not sure where that 10yr old hyperactive man has gone.

“So, Tom is pretty cute, huh?” Camila cheekily grins at you, nudging your arm.

You scoff,” What’s with that grin? You look absurd, Cami” you fire back at her.

“Oh come on! You know what I mean,”

You turn away from her, still scoffing,”I have absolutely no idea whatsoever,”

“Aw, please don’t tell me you’re still hooked on Cole!”

“Quiet! You’re so loud,” you check to see if anyone has heard her. Your eyes meet Cole’s gaze. He gives a small smile and you return the same.

“It’s too soon to tell,” you quietly murmur into Cami’s ear.

“TOO SOON? (Y/N), IT HAS-“

You immeidtaely cover Cami’s mouth before she lets another word slip through it. “Cami, you’re … nevermind. I’m taking a nap now. Not a word about it, you understand?”

“But-“

“Not a word,”

“Ugh, you’re such a bore! I’m going with KJ,”

“(Y/N),”

“(Y/N)”

(Y/N)”

Angered by the sudden interruption of your nap time before it even began, you roughly pull out your eye mask, “WHAT???”

“I’m bored,” Tom answers in a sad tone, leaning his head onto your shoulder.

He is…adorable. But annoying. Gosh, is he annoying.

“Tom, I’m trying to sleep!” you put your eye mask back on.

He quickly pulls it out again, “I’m SO bored, (Y/n). Captain said we stil have 2 more hrs to go. I swear if I-“

You sigh,” What do you want from me?”

“I was thinking we could, hmmm,” he takes out his phone,”Lets see what we have got here,”

After much deliberation, he finally blurts,” Dubmash?”

You laugh a little too loudly,”Dubmash? Are you-“

His stern look stops you from completing your question,

“Alright, alright. Dubmash it is,”

The next 30 minutes quickly went by with you and Tom laughing like mental! and making fun of each other’s horrible attempt at lip syncing.

“See? I told you this was fun,” he confidentely grins,”Is it okay if I post one on my instagram?”

“Not until you pay me $1 million dollars in cash,” you sternly answer him.

He scoffs,”Pff, I was going to post it anyway! Like I need your stupid permission,”

You roll your eyes and yawn. You’re still tired, you haven’t napped yet since Tom disturbed your precious time.

“Oh look, Zendaya says you look really-“ he pauses after noticing that you had already fallen asleep.

“Over here,” he quietly whispers as he carefully lays your head on his lap.

Stroking your hair as he watches you fall into a deep slumber, he says,”Sleep well, darling,”

You slept like a baby throughout the plane ride, until Tom finally, reluctantly, woke you up to the most beautiful island you had ever set your eyes on-The Seychelles.

Mark has really outdone himself this time.

The rest of the day seem to have gone in a blur- with the producers giving you very little time to get your stuffs settled in the hotel rooms and thereafter, directly heading for the shoot.

You and Tom had the same set location while the rest of the cast had their shoot in some other location in the island.

You’re now waiting for Tom outside his hotel room so you guys can go shoot some steamy scenes! “HURRY UP, YOU BEAUTYQUEEN!” you bang on his door, frustrated. You’re already 10 minutes late!

Finally, the door knob clicks. “Finally!” you groan,”What were you-“

You’re greeted by the sight of fresh-faced Tom Holland in a tight white vest, his muscles puffing out like crazy, and camouflage short pants. Very cooly putting his glasses on, he says,”Missed me too much, darling?”

You roll your eyes,”Pffff, you took extra minutes to put on a farmer’s outfit? Put a shirt on at the least!”

“Aw, I know you like what you see,” he starts showing off his muscles.

“You’re so-“

Out walks in Cole from his hotel room. His eyes widen at the sight of you and Tom.

“Cole, mate!!” Tom happily walks towards him.

Ah, why is Tom always, always, always excited to see everyone?

“Hey,” Cole intimidatingly shakes his hand,”Hey (Y/n),”

“Hey,” you awkwardly wave at Cole.

“I should be leaving, see you guys at the bonfire?” Cole takes his leave,”Bye Tom, Bye (Y/n)”

Ah, encounters with Cole are so awkward now. Quite sad when you think of it; there was a time when the first thing you did at the sight of Cole was run up to him and give him the biggest hug while he returned the same. But now, there’s nothing more than hollow hi’s and easy goodbyes.

Damn it, Cole.

“(Y/n)! Snap out of your reverie, we’re getting late!” Tom loudly blurts.

Ugh, you can’t believe this boy. You roll your eyes,”Look who’s talking!”

The location given to you and Tom to shoot is absolutely stunning. So much so, it has you confused whether the jitters you’re feeling is from the view itself or from the kissing scene you’re about to shoot in some few minutes. You’ve already shot half of the talking scene and you’re now sitting on the resting booth admiring the view of this spectacular island.

“Beautiful,” Tom comments.

“Indeed”

“I was talking about you, actually.”

Wait what. You shoot him an odd look.

“Just joking,” he stretches his body whilst taking in the beautiful view of the sea,”The view is beautiful,”

You roll your eyes,”Why do you always have to annoy me?”

“(Y/n), (y/n), watch this!” Tom , then, runs down the sand and pulls up the most spectacular flip.

You gasp. You swore he was going to fall flat on his face!

“I know, I know,” he proudly takes a bow.

“I didn’t even say anything,”

“I can see it in your eyes, darling.”

Again with the eye roll.

“TOM! (Y/N)!” you hear one of the crew members call.

“That’s our queue,” you get up from your chair, “Let’s go,”

“(Y/n),” Tom puts his arm around you as you walk towards the cameras. You’ve gotten quite used to him putting his arm around you, literally, everywhere you go.

“You know,” he continues,”There’s nothing to be nervous about,”

You push his arm away,”What do you mean?”

“I know it’s your first kissing scene onscreen, Cami told me”

Cami? Gosh, this girl never knows when to keep her mouth shut.

“What?” he chuckles,”Don’t be shy, c’mon”

“You are literally undoubtedly the most annoying person I’ve ever met,” you fasten your pace trying to hide the fact that you’re completely intimidated by him.

Mark instructs the kissing scene to the two of you. Since all the other scenes are done, once the camera starts rolling, basically Tom is going to kiss you until you hear the word ‘CUT!’ and that’ll be the end of it. Sounds easy, yeah?

Tom takes your hand and walk towards the specified spot. They’re still adjusting the lights. While that’s being done, you notice KJ, Cole, Lili and Cami pull out from a minivan.

Ah, so now they’re going to watch my first onscreen kiss live?

“Whenever you’re ready!” Mark shouts

“Okay,” you nervously look up at a grining Tom.

“What?” you ask him,”What’s with that grin?”

“You know,” he gently strokes your face, much to your surprise,”Your breath really stinks,(Y/n).”

“YOU EVI-“

Tom easily dismisses your protest by cupping your face and pulling you in for a deep kiss. It may have been one of the smoothest kiss ever. He was soft, he was careful, he was warm. His hands slowly move towards your waist, gently pulling you closer towards him.

You can already hear the coots and woots from Camila and KJ in the background.

“Tom,” you try to talk whilst he’s still busy kissing you.

“They alre-already said Cut,” you finally breathe out.

“Oh,” he cheekily breaks the kiss, placing his forehead against yours with the most adorable smile on his face.

“Great shot!” you hear the crew members yell.

“See you later, darling” Tom kisses your forehead before running off with KJ to do more flips.

Wow, that was actually amazing.

“(Y/n)!!!” Cami excitedly runs over to you,”What were you saying to me in the plane abo-“

Her voice faded once you met the eyes of Cole himself, staring at you with his weak greenish-blue eyes.

It’s 10pm, everybody is gathered around the bonfire, KJ is playing ‘Summer Paradise’ while Tom attempts to sing in an American accent, everybody looks like they’re having a good time. You’re cuddled next to Cami, smiling lovingly at Tom; he is , although really annoying, the most adorable person ever. The way he tries to make everyone laugh, the way everything he does is cute without him even being aware of it, the way he’s ridiculously good at everything he sets his mind on, the way-

“(Y/n),”

“Uh-huh,” you turn around to find Cole, awkwardly standing behind you.

“Can we,um, talk?”

“Are you cold?”

You’re taking a walk with Cole along the lines of the island, far away from everyone.

“Nah, I’m good” you smile politely at him.

“Here,” he places his jacket over you.

Uhm, okay.

“So, um, what did you want to talk about?”

“(Y/n)…” the sound of his voice already answered your question.

He grabs your hand and pauses the walk.

“I can’t stand it. I can’t stand seeing you with someone else. I thought I could but it’s killing me, (Y/n). You don’t understand, I-“

“You cheated on me, Cole!” you finally allow all your anger to pour out,”You knew I would’ve given up everything for your love. I loved you. With every bit of me. And you chose Lili…”

“No!” he protests,”(Y/n), I didn’t choose Lili. I never chose Lili. I don’t know what I was thinking, I’m so sorry. I’ll always be sorry. I’ll be anything. Anything you want me to be. Anything. I’ll do anything. Whatever it takes to have my (Y/n) back,” you can feel his emotions by the tone of his voice.

“Cole, I can’t-“

“(Y/n),” he cups your face,”I’m still the same guy who you liked to dance with at 2am near the refrigerator light. And I know you’re still the same girl who liked to ruin my hairstyle more than anything.”

You chuckle at the last comment.

“Please tell me you’ll think about it,” he quietly pleads.

“We should get going now. Everybody has already left,” you try to avoid his plead as you start making your way towards the hotel.

“(Y/n)?”

“Yes, Cole?”

“Will you think about it?”

“I-I- will,”

“Tom?”

On your way to your hotel room, you’re unexpectedly greeted by the sight of Tom sitting on the floor against your door.

“Goodness (Y/n), where were you?” he quickly gets up from the floor.

“Geez, Tom. I was-“

He pulls you in for a sudden hug. “Wow, I had no idea I was such a worrier. But you didn’t answer your phone, I didn’t even see you leave the bonfire, I-“

“Tom,” you look up at him lovingly,”I’m fine. I was just having a small talk with Cole,”

“Okay,” he slowly breaks the hug,

”You should go to bed now,” he says as he gently strokes the side of your face and looks deep into your eyes like you’re the ony one he sees. That’s the thing about Tom, he could just look at you, like just look, and make you feel like the most beautiful person!

“Okay,” you unlock your room. “See you tomorrow, Tom”

“Goodnight, darling.”

You stand at the side of your door as you watch him leave.

“Um, (Y/n)?” he turns back.

“Yes, Tom?”

“I don’t have to worry about anyone stealing you away from me now, do I?”

You snicker at his silly question.

“’cuz I would go bonkers trying to find someone else to annoy” he cheekily completes his statement.

“You’re an idiot, Tom. A complete nutcase,”

“Aye, but you still love me!” you hear his voice fade as he slides into his room.

This boy has no idea what he does to me.

A/N: So who would you choose? The guy you’ve been in love with for the longest time, who kind of broke your heart along the way but is adamant to mend it anyhow because he loves you so?

Or the cheeky brown-haired guy from London who makes you feel like a giddy 12year old everytime he says the word ‘darling’.

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jonnieandkaykay · 8 years ago

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Kayla goes to Lisbon, Portugal

Belated Lisbon post!

So first impression, Lisbon was kinda weird! I don’t know how to describe it really. Maybe it was the neighborhood we stayed in, maybe it was the white tile sidewalks blinding my poor little nightshifter vampire eyes, IDK!!!

MAYBE it was the TERRIBLE overnight train we took to get there....

So, first of all, Antonia and I are leaving Madrid. The subway info said we had 2-3 stops to get to the Chamartin station to catch the overnight train to Lisbon. Well that was a LIE - 13 stops later, we have eaten away all of our buffer transit time, and are sprinting up three gigantic escalators. WOOF. Then we find out we are platform 15, almost the furthest platform away. So we are running down this giant hallway, stopping at the ticket printer which looks nothing like the one we printed our tickets from for the last Renfe train. So we said screw it, our only hope is to get to the platform. After receiving the biggest eyeroll of the century from ticket counter lady, she magically scanned our QR codes on our tickets which, let me remind you, are NOT TICKETS despite the fact that you can clearly scan me in (thanks Renfe, GET WITH THE TIMES IT IS 2017 DO YOU HEAR ME), and FINALLY we were on the train. The conductor was looking at us like, these bitches are never going to make it back here in time if we make them go print their tickets. Well thank goodness they let us on.

So we settle in to our seats, realigning our expectations as we realize the website was a lie and NO we do not have reclining seats and NO we do not have Wifi or plugs. I was pretty unperturbed by this only because we had an old school Renfe train for a short leg of our previous journey, so I knew the lack of Wifi and outlets was a very real possibility. So, granted that we had to return to the dark ages and survive this 10 hour trip sans wifi and outlets, of course we made our way to the dining car to purchase a bottle of wine and try to come down from my almost anxiety attack of trying to board this goddamn train.

Sleeping was rough - I was lucky because I had two pillows, one for my neck and one for my butt, but I kept waking up to each stop wondering if it was ours. I mean hell, Lisbon is so close to the coast, if we miss our stop, where are we going to end up, the OCEAN?! But you never know. So anyways, I thought we could rough this overnight train out, but in the end I was so glad this was the only one of our trip, because when we deboarded at 0800 and that sunlight hit my poor little sleep deprived eyes, I knew that we SIMPLY could. not. even. that day.

Our hostel was Angels Inn Guesthouse. I have to say, we ended up inadvertently saving the best for last on this one! The facility was amazing - so clean, awesome rate, we had a private room with two beds AND a huge wardrobe AND a patio off of the room AND the kitchen and *freeee* laundry right across the hall. #winning all around, I would say. We got there around 9, and all but begged for early check in after that awful train ride. They were super nice, but just didn’t have the room ready yet. So there we were, two zombies just wandering the streets of Lisbon until we could JUST TAKE A NAP ALREADY.

Post glorious six hour nap in our amazing hostel, we enjoyed a late night dinner in the main plaza, took a walk, and saw a giant impressive looking arch thing (yeah, I’m more often than not super ignorant with names of landmarks and stuff. oops). Then we had a chill night of doing FREEEE laundry woohoo.

The next day we had brunch at Sama Sama, an amazing little vegan crepe shop with excellent coffee, smoothies, fresh juice, and crepes. Disclaimer, this place is also good for non vegans like myself :p

We then took the train (a DIFFERENT ticket than the metro so pay attention!) to the Oerias coast for a couple hours of kayaking in the sea. I was so excited to enjoy some nature, and even more excited that I got to learn how to be the back person in the kayak so that Jonathan doesn’t have to do all the work forever when we double kayak! The waters were pretty rough, but we had so much fun. At one point, our guide tied us to his kayak with this leash thing so we didn’t get swept away by the waves. We also got to see a few landmarks from the coast.

After kayaking, we had a three course seafood meal at some random restaurant. Of course we couldn’t go ALLL the way to the coast and not have seafood. Then, we went to Belem and saw the tower of Belem at sunset and the monument nearby. A pretty productive day of kayaking and sightseeing, if I do say so myself.

Later that night, we went to some club, which was actually pretty good for a Wednesday. And then the shit hit the fan when I decided to take a taxi home. Anyone that knows me, knows I just can’t be anywhere away from home unattended or I will get lost beyond comprehension. Well, I couldn’t go to Europe without having at least one of these experiences. First of all, Antonia knows this. Second of all, there were taxis out the wazoo right outside this club. What could go wrong?! Well, the taxi dropped me off at the wrong street corner, and I don’t speak a lick of Portuguese, THAT’S WHAT WENT WRONG. So there I am, at the wrong exit of the Anjos metro station, thinking, I can get myself out of this! The other exit has to be somewhere around here! So I walk around and around and around, can’t find it. I turn on my data plan. Roaming is shit. Google maps is just the blue dot (me) chasing the red dot (hostel) in some cruel white abyss because none of the maps, not even the grid would load. Damnit damnit damnit. So I’m *this close* to calling Jonathan to have him help me navigate when I find the second taxi, who takes me to the right place. PRAISE THE LORT. Then 10 minutes later Antonia walks in the door around 0500 and is super confused about why I’m awake and talking Jonathan on the phone all upset - it’s because LOST HAPPENED. Anyways, nothing bad happened so all’s well that ends well.

Pics to come!

-KayKay

#lisbon #portugal #kayaking #hostellife #europe #travel #adventures #belem #oerias

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babytuvok · 8 years ago

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TWO YEARS TO THE DAY LATER and I am finally ready to share the story of when I fangirled hard enough to Edward James Olmos that he gave me a free autographed photo of him and Mary McDonnell

So this might get a tad longish, so I’ll be under a cut, but here is a brief summary: a Trump supporter pissed me off so much that despite me being high as heck on adderall, I had to go talk to EJO

In July 2015 I got my then romantic partner and his roommate to watch BSG with me so when I found out EJO was going to be at San Jose Comic Con in August, it only took a little bit of pestering to get them on board.

It was a 2-day convention and my always broke ass had to work late Friday night so we were only going to make it for half of the first day. Saturday morning rolls around and the boys are tripping out because our usual drug guy fell through. It was kind of a ritual for us to pick up some uppers anytime we went out of town, and tbh we were all heavily drug dependent back in those days SO you bet we took 2 extra hours to pop in and out of the city to pick up.

Finally dosed and got on our way, hit the usual weekend bay area traffic and arrived to the con at 3pm. We walked in and the line to meet this guy stretched wall to wall and I was immediately intimidated and tried to walk back out lmao. An announcement was made that they were ending for the day at 4, so I felt a lot less pressured to overcome my anxiety yet. Spent that hour in Star Trek collectors heaven though..

Rest of the eve/night we spent doing things GROWN ASS ADULTS shouldn’t be doing like sneaking into mini-golf and climbing trees with bottles of Jack and hot-boxing our hotel room while watching the series finale of Hannibal...

OK so Sunday. This was my day. We were having breakfast at the Red Robin in Morgan Hill with all the white families that just got done with church, the three of us doubled-down on 60 extended (okay this is a pretty big dose) and I’m starting to get anxious again (with or without the drugs it wouldn’t have mattered) like “I’m not/I can’t meet this guy, I don’t know how to approach him or even what to say blah blah blah” and the boys are getting mad at me because I talked about this for weeks (and planned what i wanted to say) and I’m being lame and I’ll be fine..

We show up to day 2, 12pm.. and literally no one is in line and now I am hella freaking the fuck out because literally it is only me that is stopping this from happening. My friend immediately walks up and shakes his hand and chats for a second and comes back and says the obvious that he is a nice dude, and I am like frozen, second hand embarrassment even though nothing bad happened. But my scared ass walks to the exact opposite corner of the building to slowly browse and psyche myself up for this.

so I got sucked in to this guy’s 90s scifi trading card collection, specifically the x-files binders lol and then he starts to make small talk and stuff, he asks what I study. OK I studied Political Science and Religious Studies, and it LITERALLY does not matter which answer I give it always starts something. but I choose the easier one and say politics.. and hooo boy

This fucker just goes off on me, saying shit like how stupid and lazy my generation is and that we don’t work hard, are entitled and have no idea how the real world works (the usual propaganda), and if we did we would be thinking about voting for Trump in the 2016 election (mind you this was VERY early on where Trump was still considered a joke even to the republicans)

Remember I am HIGH AS Shit. I am 2000% extra aware of and feeling the aggressive and hateful energy coursing through my veins from this interaction. Now Im sure he said other things I don’t remember because all I could do is focus on my breathing as to not get manipulated into whatever space this guy was trying to create but I heard a break in his rant, looked up, smiled and said “Thanks for sharing your collection with me” and dipped for the back exit to smoke 18 cigarettes.

Here is where I am letting myself get fucking pissed off, pacing and chain smoking. Neither of the boys are answering their phones. Then I realized how badass I was just then, and proud of myseelf for spiritually blocking out a nazi (again this is before they identified as such and punching them was a thing). I was like if I can handle this asshole, I can go meet Edward James Fucking Olmos no. problem.

I march back in and go straight to his table but then I took a detour to sit in a white folding chair about 20 feet away for 25 minutes first. Eventually one of his security dudes comes up to me and is like “Are you waiting for an autograph?” and I’m like “no, but I do want to talk to him for a minute if that is possible”

The guy asks for my name and we walk up to EJO together and he goes “This is Amy. She would like to talk with you.” And now I am realizing that everyone here is trying to gauge how severe my social handicap is.. but he puts out his hand to shake

“Hi, I am Ed.” I shook his hand!!

“I’m Amy. I just had the most awful interaction with a Trump supporter here so Im a little put off. He kept telling me how stupid me and my generation are and it makes me very grateful that you are a humanist and philanthropist. I’d recently watched the UN Panel and you talked about the invention of race as a tool for genocide and it means so much to me that you would use your voice and influence on that platform to address these kinds of things...”

and I trail off cuz Im about to ramble and shit and I noticed how he was just taking everything I said very seriously, like wasn’t expecting any of that at all. HE pauses and looks back up at me and says how special that panel was to him, that he’ll never do something as important again in his life. Then he asks me where I go to school and what I study, so I tell him and he is impressed with all the creds. Asks me if I am planning on going into politics.

“Not in the public sense. I want to do policy research targeting intersections of poverty, race, and education” And I swear to god his eyes snap up so fast to meet mine, like he is in admiral mode here and I am captivated. Straight in the eyes to me he goes

“We need you. All of us needs you up there doing that, fighting for that, for us. I have a feeling we are about to enter some tough times. I can tell you are special and it takes special people to make things happen”

I said thank you but I am about to burst into tears. I mean we all know this but let me reinforce it.. Ed is such an intense human and I had all 100% of this guy in my presence, overwhelmingly so, and I am mostly shook because he literally had no obligation to say anything. This guy fucking met me 5 minutes ago but he is ready to say that, and I sense he isn’t the kind of guy to just say shit. Also I AM STILL VERY HIGH lets not forget

So I change the subject because that other stuff is getting too intense for me, and I switch over to BSG lol and I ask him about Adama’s tendency to punish himself physically when he feels he has played some role in pain or negativity coming into his loved ones’ lives. He talks particularly about Adama’s alcoholism in season 4 and how he approached it as a combo of punishment and escapism (which let me tell you is..accurate). He finishes up his answer and all of a sudden I fucking blurt out for some ungodly fucking reason

“I love you and Mary, you are so cute together, I hope to meet her too”

Mortified. I am overstepping boundaries. I am dying inside and I can’t believe I got 3 thoughts out before I stopped.

He smiles and giggles and grabs this pic to sign for me for freeee and says “I hope you will too”

Amy- all of my love to you.

Like is that something he would normally sign for someone? Is that something anyone would sign to a random fan?

Anyways he gave it to me, I said thanks and I literally ran out of the convention clutching this picture to my chest and sat down against the building and started crying of the ultimate level embarrassment I could personally possibly be on. My boys find me and laugh at me and I cried the whole way home.

I still get major embarrassment even today just thinking about this interaction, no matter how well it turned out and how much of an impact EJO had on me.

Feels good to finally share my story in its entirety!! Thanks for reading

#first full account #im serious i have psychological issues surrounding this #personal #edward james olmos #spaceparents #sjcc

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