#marshmello fluff cookie

[doovild]

i really love how you draw ppls cookies! can i ask to see more?

i did more then one cause i do actually enjoy drawing friends cookie sonas/ocs !

[softspiderling]

you mocha me crazy | t.h.

Summary: an encounter at a coffee shop leaves you with more than a cup full of coffee

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Song I listened to while writing: Here With Me by Marshmello

Author’s Note: while doing research for this piece  fell in love with the LA film school *sigh* Germany is so fucking boring. Also be proud of me, I finished writing to pieces today! *yay*

Warnings: swearing, otherwise only fluff!

Word Count: 1,8k cute words

It has been fairly difficult adjusting to the Los Angeles lifestyle, to say the least. Everything was so loud and bright, and the time difference was horrendous.

Los Angeles was nine hours behind your usual time zone; you haven’t even been here for a week and your classes have already started in full force. Even though the courses were so interesting and your fellow students were really nice, you just were so tired and barely found the motivation to smile at other people and exchange phone numbers.

Which was the reason why you were staggering into the nearest coffee shop after your first class of film history, inhaling the smell of freshly ground coffee beans. You stood in line to order as your eyes scanned the display of baked goods, contemplating whether you should pick up a cookie with your coffee.

“Hi, welcome to Yo Jo Coffee, what can I get ya?”

The greeting pulled you from your thoughts and you smiled tiredly at the cheery barista.

“Hey, can I get a large mocha and uh…” you trailed off, biting your lip as you were trying to pick between the cookies. “A double chocolate cookie please,” you decided and fished your wallet out.

“A mocha and a double chocolate cookie coming right up. Name?” the barista asked as her sharpie hovered over the side of a coffee cup.

“Y/N.”

“That’ll be six dollars and 41 cents,” the barista told you and you waved your credit card around, sticking it into the EC cash terminal to pay. As you were handed the cookie in a small paper bag, you moved to the side of the counter to wait for your coffee.

Juggling your cookie in one and your phone in the other hand, you stuffed your wallet back into your backpack, you looked around in the busy coffee shop.

Warm sunlight streamed through the windows and you fingered at the hem of your shirt, glancing down at your chest where your camera was usually hanging off your neck. Emphasis on usually. You were in such a rush in the morning, you forgot to grab the camera.

You broke off a half from the cookie and took a bite, wondering if you should try to capture a few pictures with your phone, when your name was called. You whirled around and smiled at the barista who prepared your coffee, your hand curling around the warm coffee cup.

“Thanks!” you called over your shoulder as you turned to leave, but before you could even take a sip from your mocha, you collided with someone, sending your cup flying and spilling the hot beverage all over you and the person you bumped into.

“Son of a bitch!” you cursed as the scalding fluid soaked your t shirt and most of your bare legs. Now you were really glad that you forgot to take your camera with you, you didn’t even want to imagine having to try to replace your camera. “Shit!” you heard from the other person and you looked up to see a brown haired guy you bumped into. You couldn’t quiet see his face, because he was looking down at his white t shirt. The white t shirt that was stained with brown blotches from your mocha.

“I am so sorry!” you said quickly and grabbed some tissues, starting to pat the other person down. “That’s quiet alright love, I wasn’t looking where I was going either,” he chuckled with a thick English accent and you furrowed a brow.

“You’re English,” you noted pleasantly surprised at the change from the usual American accent and looked up, finally catching a glimpse of his face. Your hands stilled as you see a face in front of you that has been plastered all over the movie posters, his brown hair tucked under a black baseball cap

“You’re Tom Holland,” you blurted out and Tom grinned boyishly at you. “Why yes, I am. Do you mind?” he asked and gestured towards his torso, where your hands were resting.

“Oh, yeah, sorry!” your cheeks tinged pink and you pulled your hands off of him, handing him a few tissues.

“Thanks,” he smiled at you and started dabbing at the stains, before grimacing and giving up. A barista, lugging a bucket and a mop behind him, gave you a dirty look as he started mopping up the puddle on the floor.

“Sorry!” you squawked and picked your empty coffee cup up from the floor before tossing it in the trash can, looking at it longingly.

“Come on, go order another one. My treat,” Tom said to you, noticing your expression. You turn your eyes back to him and he nodded in the direction of the counter, which made you shake your head quickly. “No, you don’t have to! I was the one who bumped into you, I should be the one buying you coffee,” you protested, which only made him chuckle.

“I insist. I am picking up coffees for my friends anyway, what’s one more?” Tom said and you eyed him before giving in, nodding.  

“Fine. I guess you don’t get treated for a coffee from a famous actor every day,” you mumbled and he laughed, walking up to the counter.

“Hi, I’ll have two iced coffees, an americano and…” he trailed off, looking in your direction. “A mocha.” You added, tucking your hair behind your ear, while you watched Tom pay, before following him to the end of the counter.

“So, what do you usually do besides dumping coffee down other people’s shirts?” he asked you curiously.

“I am really sorry about that,” you said again, ducking your head. “I uh, just started at LA film school.”

Tom laughed a genuine laugh, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “I am just messing with you, love, it’s not a big deal. So, film school, huh? What are you there for?”

“Cinematography. I am really into making videos and uh, I guess photography,” you told him with a small smile.

“Oh that’s sick. You seem to have the same interests as my younger brother Harry. Can I see some of your stuff?”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise at his interest in you, before nodding, pleased. You liked sharing your work with other people, getting various opinions from different people. Art always affected people differently and you liked watching their reaction.

“Uh, yeah sure. I mainly shoot with my camera and I forgot to grab it when I left in the morning, so I just have a couple pictures on my phone that I can show you,” you reached for your phone and swiped to your gallery to show Tom some of your pictures.

“I took most of them back home, I haven’t been in LA that long, and I am swamped with classes so I didn’t really have the time to take a day off to take pictures,” you explained to him while he peered into your phone screen.

You had noticed that he was leaning over your shoulder to look at your pictures, and even though he wasn’t the tallest guy, you were still quiet shorter than him. His cheek brushed yours gently and you swallowed thickly, turning to look at him.

His face was only a few inches away from yours and you could see the faint freckles that were speckled across his cheeks.

“Your photos are really good,” he said softly and you stared at him, your lips slightly parted, before you cleared your throat and turned away with flushed cheeks. “Thanks,” you mumbled and tucked your hair behind your ear.

“I am not the best photographer, can you give me some pointers?” he asked and you look at him amusedly.

“I could try,” you chuckled and he lifted his phone with a grin. “Okay then, look away and act like I am not here, yeah?” Tom instructed you, making you laugh, before doing as you’re told. You can hear a few clicks of the phone as Tom snapped pictures of you, trying your hardest to strike a natural pose.

“I am pretty sure there are a few good ones,” he said proudly as he lowered his phone, swiping through the pictures with you leaning over his shoulder.

“Yeah, they’re not so bad,” you complimented him. Tom managed to capture you with a soft smile, the sun streaming on your face, giving you a golden glow. It was a rather good picture, you had to admit.

“We’ll make a photographer out of you yet.”

Tom smirked at you proudly, pocketing his phone. “I am just that talented.”

“Oh please,” you snorted and rolled your eyes good naturedly. “I got an order for Tom!” the barista called out and Tom lifted his hand, walking over to the counter. You watched his back as he fumbled around with the coffees for quite a while.

“You need any help?” you asked with a grin, your arms crossed.

“No no, I am all good love,” he called over his shoulder, handing the barista a pen before he turned around to you, four coffee cups in a carrier in his hand.

“Here,” Tom said, handing you your coffee.

“Thanks,” you smiled softly, taking a big gulp while the two of you walked out of the coffee shop.

“Well, I guess this is it,” you sighed as you stood outside the doors. Tom chuckled and nodded gesturing to two boys standing by the sidewalk.

“Yeah, my friends are waiting for me and their coffees,” he told you and you nodded. “I gotta get back to class, too,” you said slowly, waiting. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, maybe him giving you his number.

But when he waved at you with a friendly smile, and a “See you around, Y/N.” you realized this was probably your first and last time meeting Tom Holland. With a wave of your hand, you turned on your heel and walked the other way, your cheeks burning.

It was a dream, thinking Tom Holland, out of all people, would give you his phone number after one friendly conversation. He probably met hundreds of people a day, you were merely a friendly face in the mass, you thought bitterly as you sipped on your coffee, heading to your lecture for Digital Editing I.

“Hey, thanks for saving me a seat,” you said to Jane, a friendly girl you’ve met in class.

“Yeah, no worries,” she told you with a smile as you sat down. She eyed your coffee cup before grinning.

“Already picking up guys at coffee shops, huh?” she teased and you looked at her in confusion before turning the coffee cup in your hands, a smile spreading on your face. On the white paper cup, Tom had scribbled his phone number with a black marker, the number adorned with a wide smiley.

“I guess I am,” you chuckled sheepishly, already grabbing your phone. As the lights dimmed and the professor started the lecture, you were typing away on your phone.

Y/N: writing your phone number on my cup was a pretty risky move. What would you have done if I hadn’t seen it?

Your smile widened as your message’s status quickly changed from delivered to read, the ellipses popping up, before disappearing and then reappearing.

Tom: I guess we’ll never find out 😉

Taglist: @sunflowercth

[wndmxmffs]

WRITING PROMPTS!

Sooo this is that so-called “new and exciting stuff” I’ve been talking about. I have never really tried to collect a bunch of prompts or songs and ask my followers to request anything from the list, but here we go! I really hope it will be as popular as the ships were! 

You can request one or more prompts, so you can mix the dialogue prompts with the kissing ones or the songs, or even two or three dialogue prompts!

These only imply to the MCU ladies, of course!

Prompts:

angst

1. “Please, forgive me.”

2. “Please, don’t leave me.”

3. “Pay attention to me!”

4. “I can’t forgive you.”

5. “Why can’t you love me back?”

6. “Don’t let me go.”

7. “Leave.”

8. “Stay.”

9. “I don’t love you anymore.”

10. “Why did you lie?”

fluff

1. “If you steal the blankets, I’m going to put my cold feet on you.”

2. “You’re my new pillow.”

3. “I think I love you.”

4. “You aren’t alone. You’ve never been.”

5. “It’s not a double date. We’re just third and fourth wheeling.”

6. “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

7. “Are you wearing my shirt?”

8. “You do realise that I’ll throw something at you if you eat the last cookie, right?”

9. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

10. “I may have accidentally sort of adopted four cats.”

kissing

1. in the rain

2. under the stars

3. by a campfire

4. half-asleep 

5. after a long time without seeing each other

6. during the morning rush

7. giggly

8. angry 

9. by the lake

10. in the kitchen

Songs:

would you be so kind by dodie

too good at goodbyes by sam smith

happier by marshmello and bastille

turning page by sleeping at last

wish that you were here by florence + the machine

saturn by sleeping at last

work song by hozier

movement by hozier

lost on you by lp

attention by charlie puth

curious by hayley kiyoko

If you like the prompts and would love to request an imagine, go ahead and leave an ask in my inbox, cupcake!

[weepingmoon-writes]

I realized that I haven't done an introduction on here yet so here it is.

Who am I?

Hello, I am Elias, also known as weepingmoon-writes, Huckleberry, Toga, Eli, Marshmello, Cookie, and many other names. I am 18 years old and use He/Him pronouns. I have 2 other blogs, justsayelias where I reblog things and baby-boy-moods where I post the moodboards that I make.

My writings

I enjoy writing if you couldn't tell but unfortunately I am only able to write sad, angst, gory short stories, I have tried to write longer stories in the past and even tried writing fluff, looking back on my blog you can see that those attempts have failed, I'm working on a book, a collection of my short stories.

Requests/Questions?

I am always willing to do requests and if you send in any questions or writing prompts then I will absolutely do them:))

More about me

Fun facts-

My favorite color is green, my hair is green, I'm in 12th grade, I only started writing stories a year or two ago, I'm writing a book, I'm setting up a website for people to commission me, I prefer fanfics over actual books, I love indie music.

If you would like to get to know me more then I have other socials, feel free to reach out on any of those and my dms are always open.

Instagram- @im.not_deku

Discord- huckleberryboi

[silentlxtus-blog]

Interview With the Mun

what color do you associate with your muse? Pink. Yes, of course, there’s green too but the pink is literally part of him. It’s his eyes, the hereditary streak in his hair, the color of his aura, and the color most associated with his partner.

is there a song that reminds you of your muse?  “Earth” by Sleeping at Last. “I Found” by Amber Run. “Silence” by Marshmello ft. Khalid.  “Boop”, of course. 

how do you get yourself out of a writing funk? I usually just let it happen and tend to write a lot of drabbles or crack or do edits instead of drafts that way I’m still working with my muse, just not forcing it. Eventually it goes away.

do you have any advice for other writers? Write whatever the heck you want to. Don’t let people’s opinions ruin your muse for you. Never take anon hate seriously because if they can’t say something to your face then their opinion isn’t even valid.

would you hug your muse? Absolutely. 

how are you and your muse alike? We both have that quiet type of sass that no one expects and then are amazed when it comes out. We would both absolutely destroy for the people we care about. I have a difficult time expression my emotions and in moments of high stress I just sort of go in to serious business mode.

how are you and your muse different? Well, I’m a girl. My parents are alive and I come from a large family with lots of siblings. I am NOT a ninja, not even close.

do you follow canon, or dump it in the trash? Depends on the verse and the plot and what the thread turns into. I highly appreciate canon and, more than anything, I tend to take canon and twist it to suit my idea of the character and how they handle situations. 

best scene featuring your muse? (chapter, film, episode): All of them. But, no, if I have to choose one, it would be......*drumroll* the moment Renora became canon. You know the moment I’m talking about...

talk about your writing: Uh......it’s.....fun? I guess what I have to say about it is that it has evolved a lot of the years, roleplay has made me focus more and more on being descriptive and creating a scene or situation. It used to be very dialogue heavy and in past tense and it wasn’t horrible but I wasn’t happy with it either. I prefer what it has become.

fluff or angst?  BOTH, PLEASE

favorite book? To Kill a Mockingbird and The Picture of Dorian Gray

how are you? Stressed beyond all reason...more broke than I’ve ever been with more bills than I’ve ever had...I’m not at my best but I’ll be alright.

ghosts or monsters? Like....in movies? Ghosts.

what does your name mean? “Princess” in Hebrew.

ice cream, candy, pie or cookies? PIE!!!!

what motivates you? Still trying to figure that out....

are you a jedi master? Nope. Star Trek 4ever!!!

describe love: Love is a choice. A conscious decision you make over and over again every single day. Emotions and feelings are unreliable, love isn’t always easy so you can’t trust the emotion known as “love”. TRUE love is intentional and powerful and difficult and painful and it’s never a mistake.

favorite cryptid(s)? THE LOCH NESS MONSTER IS MY BAE. Also, I have seriously, I’m not even kidding you, SEEN A CHUPACABRA.

do you believe in extraterrestrial life? Yes. Maybe not in the way you’re thinking though. Typical aliens? No. Life out there somewhere in a vast, possibly infinite universe? Entirely possible.

mcdonald’s or burger king? Burger King. The fries are vegan, my dudes!

anything spooky happen this week? Nope.

share a funny story: My best friend and I were in Ireland, driving in the middle of absolutely nowhere Donegal and there’s a herd of sheep just chilling on the road. We honk. We drive real slow thinking they’ll move. They don’t move. I’m all prepared to just wait it out so I start rolling to a stop and the next thing I know Jody has thrown the car door open and jumped out and she runs ahead right into the herd of sheep making some sort of noise like a freaking eagle on crack. Let me tell you, man....those sheep gave us the right of way.

are you religious? Yes, I’m a Christian.

what are you doing right now? Listening to clips of the Rooster Teeth podcast.

describe yourself in two words: Sarcastic and genuine

metal, folk, pop or ambient? Folk, out of all these.

list your top two movies: It’s a Wonderful Life and Braveheart.

most used emoji? The winky face

favorite comic book character? Nightcrawler from X-Men