#cami: interview

[fyeahvarchie]

Do Revenge: The cast obsess over their co-stars

[hyperactivewhore]

I'm kinda bored and curious, and this also will help with my tvd!fame dr, so I'll ask:

What kind of jobs would the Mystic Falls have? Elena is a famous doctor in my dr, I made Damon serve bourbon because idc about him and I feel that Caroline could be a wedding planner but I'm not sure about her. Ideas? Tyler plays in the NBA and I feel Bonnie could be a model, like Rebekah

[james-stark-the-writer]

Riverdale was the last great american TV show btw

[restwellsoon]

Off Tangent

Pairing: Todoroki Shouto x F!Reader x Kirishima Eijiro, minor Todoroki Shouto x Kirishima Eijirou

Summary: Girl math is thinking that you can take pro heroes Shouto and Red Riot at once when you can hardly take two fingers. Luckily for you, having a good romp doesn’t have to be as mind-boggling as algebra.

/ While Kirishima explored you with wonder over the new and unknown, to Shouto, he knew you well enough, knowing every place that made you ache. The redhead’s excitement was a reminder that though he shared you tonight, you were his tomorrow and the next.

Warnings: Double penetration (double vaginal), threesome, sexualizing their Quirks, light degradation, dom/sub undertones, temp play, praise kink, humor, fluff, established relationship, alcohol

Minors and blank blogs DNI!

Even if things weren’t adding up, you could hardly complain about your situation. The wet sounds of skin on skin and murmurs of praise made it all too easy to get lost in sensation. There shouldn’t have been anything more pressing to think about, only things to feel, and yet your mind still wandered, even if it was just for a moment. 

Tonight was unusual, no, maybe special was a better word for the occasion. Getting drinks with Shouto’s friends wasn’t outside of the norm. The bar beside your apartment was known for its discrete treatment of superpowered patrons, making it an easy choice for meet ups. You were used to seeing Momo and Midoriya, but they weren’t there tonight; both were tasked with the night patrol in their designated precincts. Instead, there was Bakugou who finally warmed up to you, and Kirishima who you hardly, if ever, saw. It was a rare occasion to see him with the group. Similar to Iida, his patrol route and schedule were often opposite of Shouto’s, so the redhead usually wasn’t present. At least Camie was there to fill the lull in any conversations.

“Hey beautiful!” She beckoned, drawing a few looks, mostly from an annoyed Bakugou. She slapped on the vinyl seat beside her–a special spot reserved for you.

Kirishima shot up, pulled out the chair, and even took care to push you in. You swore you felt a calloused sweep of fingertips across your shoulders, but Shouto’s lack of reaction convinced you that it was nothing. 

“A gentleman, isn’t he?” Camie commented before glancing at the blond to her side. “Unlike some people.” He grunted in response. It seemed that Camie was still bitter about their team-up a few months back. An allegedly careless Bakugou blasted too close to her scene, ruining her illusion, but more importantly her fresh blowout.

And it was nothing other than good food, good drinks, and good conversation until Bakugou was the first to go.

He smirked at Shouto before tugging a mask loop behind his ear–a sorry excuse of a disguise, really, since his trademark red eyes and blond hair were still visible.

“Moving up in the ranks just means that I’ll be busier. Might be awhile before I see you extras again.”

You winced at his cringiness. You still weren’t used to his manner of speaking, but Shouto wasn’t phased.

“I suppose that means that Midoriya will be busier than all of us.”

Stifling a laugh behind your hand, Camie and Kirishima diffused the situation with exaggerated ‘oohs’ and teasing.

“Luckily for you,” the redhead slapped his friend’s back, “Shou’s got ice for that sick burn.”

“Oof! Just take the L, Bakubro, and don’t say anything,” Camie sniggered, hooking her arm through his. “And to help you walk outta here with some dignity left, I’ll even walk with ya to the train station.” 

She flashed you a peace sign, “Gotta wake up early for a podcast interview overseas. Later, girlie!”

With only you, Shouto, and Kirishima left, you expected him to say his goodbyes as well, but instead he ruffled the back of his head before shoving his fists in his pockets, looking at you both with puppy dog eyes. “Well, shit, I didn’t expect the night to end this soon, unless…?”

You felt bad. Kirishima was just griping about how his precinct being understaffed due to some injuries. He’s been working overtime for three months now.

“It’s not like we have any plans for tomorrow,” you started, waiting for Shouto’s agreement. He nodded.

“Come over. Our place is right there anyway.”

Kirishima followed behind you, practically bouncing the entire way.

–

It was a dumb question yet you couldn’t help but feel flustered otherwise. Drawing the duvet up to your nose, you wondered why your boyfriend didn’t automatically know your answer. Daring to look at him, Shouto waited for your answer patiently. There wasn’t any way you could avoid this.

Swallowing nervously, you answered before trying to hide back into the blanket, “Obviously, it’s you.”

Tutting, he undid your work to push back a strand of hair that got in your face—a flimsy shield from his questioning. His movement pushed back the blanket too, and gooseflesh prickled your skin.

“You didn’t even know who I was when we met.” The corners of his mouth twitched upwards as he looked down at you with thick lashes. There wasn’t any offense in his voice, only amusement.

You argued back, “Did too. I just pretended not to know you. How could I act normal when one of Japan’s most eligible bachelors was approaching me?”

That heated hand strayed from your ear to the side of your neck, settling along its curve. “That’s a conversation for another time.” And you knew that your little comment wouldn’t be forgotten. “But really, who’s your hero crush? Everyone has at least one.”

Embarrassment and shyness crept up your chest and towards your cheeks, and you hoped that he couldn’t feel the difference. He could, he’d later tell you.

“Red Riot,” you finally admitted, before adding “it’s not like I’m a fan girl though!”

How could you ignore him when he was plastered all over your social media feeds? It’s not like you actively sought out all those posts about Red Riot either. Apparently the algorithm thought you hung out with thirsty motherfuckers–and it was true for the most part; officer workers needed some sort of eye candy to help them through the day–and decided to share their horniess with you.

Satisfied with your answer, he settled back into his spot beside you. “Maybe you have a thing for redheads,” he mused before asking if he should dye all his hair that color.

“Absolutely not!” You sat up in bed to prove your point, nearly knocking Shouto out in the process. “That’s part of your appeal! It’s like two different looks depending on the angle.”

Shouto didn’t need to hear anymore about how opposites attract and how his looks were the perfect embodiment of that, but if he kept teasing you like this, you were willing to steer the conversation in that direction.

His lips curved upwards, turning into an actual smile, the playfulness practically spilling from his mouth. It took you months into the relationship to recognize the slightest tells of his teasing. 

“Oh, so it’s like you have two boyfriends depending on which side you’re on?”

Your index finger dug into his chest. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it!”

Playtime was over. Your show was starting soon, and you’d prefer to be at ease in his arms instead of squirming for his amusement.

–

It was hard to take Camie seriously in general but even more so when she wagged her index finger around like a mother who knew best, pointing at the cushioned space between you and Mina.

“The best way to go about it is to find two randos to bone.” Finally her manicured nail landed on you as she advised that couples should hook up with someone they knew but weren’t close to. You weren’t sure why she looked at you with those eyes of certainty, as if they were silently begging you to know some secret. “If it sucks–in a bad way obvi–you probs won’t care if you tell  your third to get the bird.” She made a crude gesture with her hand.

Bottomless mimosas made sure that whatever arithmetic skills you had were gone for the day. What was the point of making things make sense when you were having fun?  The conversation kept ping ponging from couples to threesomes to the abysmal sex your friends were having while single. You laughed as Mina divulged in her latest date.

“Are you talking about the latest hero team ups?” Shouto’s voice called from the entry way before the door shut behind him.

His hair was damp, meaning that he must have showered at the agency. The occasional droplets that fell from his hair were enough to distract you from the conversation.

“Yeah,” Mina laughed, “somethin’ like that, Icy Hot.”

From the way you were eyeing him, it was clear that it was time for your friends to leave. She reached over to Camie, pulling her up, but the honey blonde wasn’t ready to leave until Mina gave her an obvious nudge. 

“Well, girly pop, we’ll leave you lovebirds alone for now!” She leaned in for a quick hug, “And don’t forget what we talked about!”

Shouto waited for them by the door to say a quick goodbye, making a comment about Midoriya keeping everyone updated on the latest duos and teams. It was informative, he told them,  encouraging them to sign up for the mailing list if they wanted to know more.

“Those ain’t the double teams we’re interested in, bub.” Camie giggled. “Thanks though. Alright–one last goodbye. TTFN, babes!”

As the click of their heels faded down the hall, you rounded on Shouto. Now that the initial stun of his good looks were gone, you were bold enough to tell him to drop the  oblivious act now that your friends were gone.

“What do you mean?” He smiled, leaning back against the kitchen counter.

You gave him a hard look, and he stretched out his arms in return.

With a huff, you went into his arms. It’d be easier to scold him up close anyway.

“Your PR manager can make you act as oblivious as you want in public, but I know that you heard everything we were talking about Shou.”

One of his hands slipped from your waist to play underneath your shirt. He might as well have gotten underneath your skin with the tone he was speaking in.

“Why were you talking about that anyway? Do you want to bring someone into our bed?”

Luckily for you, your bra unhooked while you answered, giving you a plausible reason for the hitch in your voice. “No–well, uh, yes, but um, Mina was the one to bring it up first! You know that she’s been single for a while, and Camie well, you know how she is…”

His pause was long as his fingers trailed up your spine. He hummed. “Well, alright. We can talk about this again when you’re less embarrassed.”

“You little shit,” you groused, “you’re not as innocent as you pretend to be.”

“Aren’t you happy that I’m only this way with you?” He leaned down.

Any intentions of acting out begrudgingly faded as the kiss led to more clothes on the floor and  urged steps towards the bedroom.

–

You were happy to have the help of alcohol to keep the conversation going. Shouto’s hand was heavy whenever he poured drinks, the habit worsened when he was even the slightest bit buzzed. They weren’t enough to send you over the edge, but you were in that sweet spot where everything tingled and had a pleasant haze. 

“Seriously!” Kirishima laughed. “You don’t have to be so formal with me.” It was probably the alcohol that was making your heart flutter when he said your name. “Kirishima is what my manager calls me when I’m in trouble. You can just call me Kiri.”

“Alright, Kiri,” you acquiesced, staring at your drink. At the time, you didn’t know that you’d be calling out that name all night.

–

You still couldn’t remember what sparked the conversation. Maybe a comment, a look, a laugh. All that really stuck out was a playful peck on the cheek that turned into a heated kiss with wandering hands. Kirishima’s red gaze was on you, but you didn’t mind it at that moment. 

His words stuck out as oddly shy from his usual manner of speaking. “Did you really mean that?”

The smoothness and confidence in Shouto’s voice surprised you and Kirishima too. “Don’t feel pressured if you don’t want to.”

When he said that he might not make it back to his place, Kirishima didn’t think you’d take his comment so seriously. “You can stay here tonight then,” you told him, only looking back at Shouto to see if it was okay after the offer. When he told him that he could stay in your bed too, Kirishima thought it was a classic case of Shouto being overly polite. He practically choked when he clarified that he meant in bed with both of you.

Never in his wildest dreams would he peg Shouto to be interested in something like this, but when he saw that nervous yet hopeful look in your eyes, he realized he was doing it for you. And maybe it was drunk logic, but what kind of friend would he be if he couldn’t help a friend in need?

“So what exactly do you want me to do?”

Shouto looked at you for the answer. Having both of their eyes on you made everything feel so real to the point that it was nearly sobering. You felt self-conscious as you rambled out your list of wants. Your glass was still half-full; it was difficult to look at either of them directly.

“I want both of you at once.”

“Where?” Kirishima asked.

Your pause clued Shouto in to what you wanted, and you swore you felt the pride swell in his chest when he told Kirishima that he’d show him where.

“I just want to feel good. I want to feel pretty and used but cherished. Does that make sense? Seriously Shou, don’t give me that look. This is embarrassing enough as it is. Is there anything you want?”

Shouto was straight-forward and simple as always. “Make her cum.”

To ease your nerves, he kissed you with sweetness, ending it with an affectionate peck on the lips and that softness in his eyes that always made you swoon.

You worked on removing each other’s clothes, and now with a groan of frustration and need, you realized that your liquid courage hadn’t left you completely. Your hands kept fiddling with Shouto’s pants.

“Need some help, sweetheart?” Kirishima asked from behind. Your heart nearly lept into your throat as his body pressed into yours. His desire brushed behind your thigh as his hand took your shaking one, guiding it in one smooth motion to pull down Shouto’s zipper, the last of his clothes finally falling to the floor.

“Thanks Kiri.”

“No prob, gorgeous.” 

You were close enough to hear the pull of his lips twist up into a smile, to feel his heated breath against your neck. Again, your hands stalled, awkwardly skimming Shouto’s chiseled hip.

“It’s okay to be nervous,” your boyfriend reassured you as he guided you onto your back. Shouto’s voice was an anchor, smoothly giving you commands. The couch was comfortable and felt familiar beneath your fingertips. He was right. It was okay to relax too. “Because we’re going to take care of you,” he promised. “We’ll make you feel good.”

It wasn’t difficult to admire either of them, but seeing them together was nearly too much stimulation for your eyes. Embarrassingly, you spent more time looking at Kirishima. Shouto’s body was familiar with his long, lean muscles and smooth skin. Kirishima was noticeably wider and thick with more fat padding the muscles beneath it. You didn’t dare to look at Shouto’s eyes. You both knew that you were staring.

Feeling a cold touch on your knee, your eyes finally met his. “I’m telling you to do this for us, love, not asking you.” His hand pushed your knee outwards. He wanted you to spread your legs. And you did, the change in Shouto’s tone making your heart flutter. 

When you were finally spread, you fought the urge to close them once more. Both men looked at your center intently. 

“I told you, didn’t I?” Shouto spoke to Kirishima. It was as if you weren’t there or couldn’t hear them. “Look at how pretty her pussy looks?” 

He nodded in agreement, saying that he couldn’t wait to taste you. Though he and Shouto had a similar directness in their speech, you felt shy towards his enthusiasm.

“Kiri!”

His tongue already lapped at your clit before licking a stripe downwards, sucking and tasting all of your wetness. The thick index finger he added earned another yelp, followed by a moan. After a minute of gentle prodding, he added a second finger.

“Nothing beats a wet and wanting cunt,” he pulled back to tell Shouto. The way he smiled at him was shameless, his lower lip and chin covered in saliva and your sweetness. Kirishima even demonstrated his point, moving his thick body aside so Shouto could see you. He scissored your hole, gave it a pump, and pulled out as quick as he could. The sounds were lewd as he fingered you lazily.

And the sounds didn’t go unnoticed by Shouto. He peered over Kirishima’s shoulder, leaning over to look as if he hadn’t seen your body before, as if he hadn’t felt it, before giving a pleased smile. While Kirishima explored you with wonder over the new and unknown, to Shouto, he knew you well enough, knowing every place that made you ache. The redhead’s excitement was a reminder that though he shared you tonight, you were his tomorrow and the next.

His eyes trailed up your hips, lingering at your heaving chest, before finally meeting your eyes. “So noisy,” he commented–whether it was about your pussy or your whimpers, you weren’t sure. Kirishima’s fingers were thicker and calloused from his training and Quirk. 

“She’s greedy,” he told Kirishima, “look how she keeps on whining for more.”

“Love,” he addressed you, “you can hardly take two fingers, but now you want three?” He smirked. “Soon you’ll be asking for two cocks at once.” Heat rose up your body, or was it the effect of Shouto’s hand on your thigh? He cocked his head at your embarrassment, using that tone you hated. “What? Isn’t that what you were asking for last night? Begging to have your pretty little pussy stretched by my cock and your toy?”

Kirishima perked up from his place between your legs, making a show of the wetness he wiped from his mouth. “Oh yeah? You took them both?” 

He didn’t know the size of your toy, but like everything else on Shouto, his cock was impressive–good proportions, cut, and a nice thick head that was drooling with pre-cum. His trimmed pubes and pink sack only highlighted it more.

“And she took them so well,” Shouto cooed.

Giving himself a quick pump to provide his cock some relief, Kirishima took Shouto’s words as a sign to add in a third finger. It already felt so tight, but the extra digit made you wetter as he continued his pace, this time slower because of the cramped space.

“Your boyfriend’s right, sweetheart,” he said. “You really know how to take it.”

If you just focused on the pleasure, it would be enough to send you over the edge. Kirishima kept bumping and nudging all the spots that made you jump, but it was Shouto’s soft coaching and Kirishima’s praise that would be the ones to push you over. Your toes curled as your breathing hitched, going and going and going until emptiness made you whine.

There were no fingers or Shouto’s hands on your thighs. The boys were talking to each other.

“Mind if I get her ready for us?”

“Be our guest.”

Maybe you were just sensitive or maybe you were annoyed, but the sound of Kirishima spitting was loud, as if it were some display of masculinity. The saliva pooled on the middle of his shaft and he made a show of rubbing it in.

His cock was thick like the rest of his body, not quite the length of Shouto’s but impressive nonetheless. What caught your eye in the haze of your edging were three rows of black beads, one on either end, sitting horizontally beneath his head. You wondered what needle was sharp enough to pierce his skin, then thought he did it without Quirk activation.

Red eyes followed yours before he gave you a wink. “Ribbed for your pleasure,” he joked. “You’ll get what I mean in a second.”

When he entered, your breath was stolen and held in your throat, holding it still until you felt his entirety inside you. Shouto moved to his spot behind Kirishima again, watching you take his cock. Kindly, Kirishima gave you a chance to breathe, pressing your legs back until they touched your shoulders. You thought he’d be positioning you for your comfort, but instead you felt every inch of him. The slightest readjustment made you feel the drag and pressure of his piercings.

“Don’t you look so pretty taking another man’s cock?” Shouto teased you from somewhere in the room. You couldn’t keep your eyes open, breathing focused so you wouldn’t cum just yet. You wanted to feel him fuck you, but the dark tone in Shouto’s voice was making you melt. You had to get a grip on yourself, but it was easier for both men to see that you were losing it.

“Play with her tits, Kiri,” Shouto told him. “Her nipples are sensitive.”

As masculine as Kirishima presented, it was surprising how well he obeyed. His weight pressed into you and the couch as he bent down to suck on your tits. Up close, he lingered for a brief second to watch their sway with the movement before starting with the left, then the right. 

The attention he gave them was nice, more than that, it was delicate as he sucked and nibbled on them. Perhaps you were too used to Shouto’s amusement as he used his Quirk to harden them, giving them a rough pinch to help you cum. It was clear that multi-tasking wasn’t his forte though. His thrusts were shallow. 

“I need to cum,” you finally whined. Between his body and yours, you were able to sneak a hand to your clit, rubbing to get what you were owed.

“You heard her, didn’t you?”

Kirishima’s will power was always one of his more noteworthy traits. It was something your co-workers swooned over. You were learning just how strong it was in a different way though. His movements were rough and shaking the couch. You made a note to yourself that you’d later forget: realign it with the rug. 

The man was talking more to himself than you or Shouto, mumbling about your tightness. His words were clearer when you came. His cock was out–a smart move or else he would have joined you. Continuing to rub it, it was sleek with your juices. “I can’t wait to feel how tight you are when Shouto and I are fucking you.”

Like a rag doll, you let them reposition you as they pleased, still chasing the waves of your orgasm. They buried your face in the cushions as Kirishima pulled your hips up and behind. Your pussy felt tighter when he entered you again. This time your breath was still with you.

“We need to make sure you’re prepped for us.” Shouto’s voice was disembodied and distant again.

Kirishima’s voice was distant too. You were sure if his voice was heavier from the work he was doing or his need to cum. “I’m gonna add a few fingers in, okay? If it’s too much, just tell me. If it’s not enough, beg for more.”

He was true to his word, adding in the first and second digits slowly. “It feels good,” you reassured him.

“Not good enough,” he huffed. He felt your pussy fluttering around his cock and fingers, but you weren’t quite where he wanted you. Kirishima wanted to hear you cry out his and Shouto’s names. He wanted you cock-dumb and slutty where you could only speak in whines.

When you were cumming for the second time tonight, Shouto decided you were ready. Again, they moved you around since you were useless.

“Do you want me to suck your cock?” You asked your boyfriend. Everything was hazy, this time from sex instead of alcohol.

“Nah, I got him,” Kirishima said. That will power of his kept his cock hard and begging for a break. You were surprised he didn’t cum inside you.

His fingers were glossy from their time inside you, and he used that wetness–your wetness–to slick up Shouto’s cock. It was a couple of skilled jerks that slid up Shouto’s length, his large hand wrapping around his girth. He palmed whatever residual was left around his head, and Shouto closed his eyes, letting out a quiet sigh.

You weren’t expecting Kirishima to suck your boyfriend off before they fucked you, but you also weren’t expecting him to handle him so casually. He did it with such ease, and even Shouto looked comfortable. It was surprising how turned on you were from watching someone else play with Shouto’s cock. A part of you thought they’d look so pretty rubbing against each other, both sleek from spit and cum, but that could be a fantasy for another time.

Facing Shouto, he pushed into you, and you felt the familiar press of his cock. When he was fully seated, he pulled you close–a moment of tenderness throughout this debauchery. “Miss me?” You nodded. He gave you a kiss in return.

His lips caught your gasp as your nails dug into his shoulders as Kirishima positioned himself from behind. At first, he could only fit his head. Shouto’s hand trailed the length of your spine before settling on your hip. His Quirk warmed your tense muscles, and with a groan, both cocks were in.

It felt like minutes where there wasn’t any movement, for fear of cumming first. Kirishima finally broke the sounds of heavy breathing. “A pretty cunt and a nice cock to rub against? Seriously, are you two trying to make me cum first?”

“You can if you want to,” Shouto told him. If he left it at that, you would have laughed. “Our poor girl’s cunt will get messy regardless.” You held onto his unspoken promise of multiple creampies.

As if to encourage him, Shouto even took the lead, moving his hips in long, slow strokes. Your sighs were caught in his collarbones as you buried your head there. The intimacy was almost enough to make Kirishima cum then and there.

“Does it feel good too?” You couldn’t help but ask. “Kiri’s cock, I mean.”

The question earned a low rumble from the man behind you. Shouto paused, before saying an almost embarrassed yes. The tightness, the heat, his cock. It was almost overwhelming in the best possible way. Shouto had never had such an experience. “The piercings are… a nice touch.”

“Nice enough to make you cum?”

Kirishima didn’t care much about hero rankings but the thought of beating a Top Ten hero this way would give him a different sort of pride. 

“We have all night to find out,” Shouto told him.

His statement pulled out something primal and competitive inside them as each man started moving at once. You were so greedy to think that you could handle more; you couldn’t. All you could do was whimper and let yourself give in to the pleasure. Was it really so bad to cum first? Their cocks gave you a fullness that you couldn’t even comprehend as each showered you–and each other–in praise. Their hands were needy and wandering as they searched for the spots that would set you off–your tits, your clit, your neck.

Maybe your mind wandered or maybe this orgasm was finally too much. There were stars in your eyes and that familiar tingling that ran from your toes to your spine as your body shook from Shouto and Kirishima’s touch. Everything felt hot and sensitive after that moment.

But you had little time to wonder what happened exactly as a voice sweetly mocked you. “Exhausted already? But we’ve just begun.”

Rest's Main Masterlist / Todoroki Masterlist

[thewritingofspencerrose]

New Years Eve

George Russell x Alonso!Reader

camilaalonso_ bringing in the new year with those i love most 🤍

tagged georgerussell, fernandoalo_oficial, and amelierose

merc1fan love that we get a mercedes x aston crossover purely because alonso's daughter called george hot in one interview and he ran with it

lando norizz so, how is spending new years with your in-law georgie?

alex albono yeah, this is what? year two that you've spent with alonso right?

russell george we don't even know how this keeps happening cami and i just looked up and he was there he didn't even know we'd be at this party

sharl lechair i thought you were going to propose tonight?

russell george ...

alex albono she didn't say no did she??

lando norizz she wouldn't say no, she's been in love with him since we joined the grid

"Something on your mind Georgie?" I can't help but ask, noticing how he's been fiddling all night, now with his phone, even before we realized Papa was here.

"No, no, everything is okay, why do you ask?" is his question, eyes wide as they meet my own. "The boys were just asking how I always end up spending new years with your father," He jokes before I can even offer and answer.

And I can't help but laugh. How do we always end up with my father on this holiday?

"My father is a teenager in a 42 year old's body," is the explanation I can offer, him laughing and wrapping me in his arms, kissing the top of my head while the party continues around us.

"Can we step outside? Away from the chaos?" His whispers reach my ears, his breath hot against the side of my head.

"Yeah, of course, are you sure you're okay, mi coraźon? You look a little red?"

I reach up to feel his forehead, but he catches my hand, kissing my palm before linking our hands, his body creating the path for us as I follow.

It's cold outside, the snow on the ground emphasizing the time of year that we find ourselves in as the clock ticks closer to midnight.

15 minutes, that's all that stands between us and the new year.

I can't help but shiver, it's my favorite time of year yet my body will never adjust to the temperatures after living in Monaco for a couple years.

"Here," Georgie prompts, shrugging off his suit jacket and draping it over my shoulders. "Can't have you starting the new year with a cold, now can we Love?"

"Thank you," Is my whispered response, pulling him to lean over the railing, eyes set on the snowy expanse of the country club, what is golf greens in the summer now just a blanket.

I can feel George moving away and I miss the heat he offered by just being beside me, my personal furnace for the last three years.

"Cami?"

Turning around at my name, every thought is leaves my mind at the sight in front of me.

"Camila Jade Alonso," George begins again, down on one knee with a box in one hand, his other reaching out for my own. "You have allowed me to be by your side for three years, four if you count the year I spent trying to convince your father to let me be with you," He reminisces, the both of us chuckling at the memory of a 2021 George trying everything in his power to get 'the great Fernando Alonso' to even acknowledge him outside the track, let alone date his daughter.

"From the moment I met you, I knew you would be the most important person in my life, and I can say one thing with certainty. Amor, eres el amor de mi vida y quiero seguir amándote hasta el día de mi muerte. ¿Quieres casarte conmigo? (Love, you are the love of my life and I want to continue loving you until the day I die. Will you marry me?)"

I've been nodding for the last minute, tears rolling down my cheeks as I hold a hand over my mouth to stop my cries from interrupting his sweet words.

Georgie stands, thumb coming up to brush the tears from my face with a smile brighter than the nights fireworks.

"So would that be a yes?"

"En cada vida diría sí a ser tu esposa (in every lifetime i would say yes to being your wife)."

"Cami, my knowledge of Spanish extends enough to only cover the words in my proposal and the curse words your father calls me from time to time," He reminds with a laugh, although you can tell my lack of a verbal answer is making him anxious.

"George William Russell," I begin again, running my hand through his hair. "In every lifetime I would say yes to being your wife."

"I was hoping that was your answer," He whispers, taking my hand to place the ring on, both of us smiling brightly as he looks back up to my face, bringing me into a kiss.

"I love you George Russell."

"Te quiero mas Camila pronto a ser Russell (I love you more Camila soon-to-be Russell)."

russell george she didn't say no, i hadn't asked her yet you're talking to a newly engaged man, boys

[reasonsmandy]

Took you long enough

Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — could you write a warren rojas x reader where it’s readers first time seeing warren not high. like she kinda realised that he’s this beautiful, adorable person that isn’t just a comedic relief side character. thanks! xx

✧.* summary — It wasn't often that you saw Warren sober, you could count the times on one hand. And on New Year's Eve when he showed himself vulnerable to you, something changed.

✧.* warnings — none.

✧.* word count — 2.5k

✧.* 🥁 — Warren's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — Such a joy writing this, thank you so much for the ask. Hope you like it, good reading.

Interviewer: Do you remember when you fell in love with him?

Y/n L/n: *smiles* Actually yeah…

You packed your jacket for the second time before leaving the house, wondering if you had everything in hand to enjoy your New Year's Eve at Camila and Billy's house. A few weeks ago you were all smoking on the porch of the old place where you all lived and had the idea to celebrate Billy's sobriety.

You had been the band's closest friend since they moved into the house next to yours. You were so excited by the idea of having artists like you so close that it didn't take long to be in their presence. When you met you still had no more than a supporting role in some simple jobs out there, so you spent your afternoons memorizing scripts as they rehearsed their songs.

You saved Christmas to spend with your family, but you'd be lying if you didn't say you were thinking about meeting up with your friends throughout the event.You go to knock on the door of Camila's house, strangely nervous, even though you knew that everyone there loved you very much, you still felt afraid that you were being an interruption in the get-together of friends for years. Before you can knock the drummer's voice makes you jump in fright.

“Hey bella, took you long enough.” His voice was in a different tone, you turn to look at him and see him completely dressed in black.

You take a moment to let your heart beats regulate, also taking advantage of the same to observe the man next to you. The drummer's chest was covered by a black transparent mesh shirt, his pants were also black with some metallic stones adorning them. Still on his torso was a leather jacket and his neck contained a necklace with tiny drumsticks, his curls were wet so you deduced that he had just got out of the shower.

“Fuck Rojas! You scared the hell out of me!” You say putting your hands automatically to his chest, he can't help but laugh.

Observing his face now more calmly you see him with a softer expression, almost one that you don't usually see every time you are next to him. He notices you paying more attention to his features.

“What?” He asks, his arms crossed in curiosity.

“You look different, I don't know.” Your smile widens, Rojas' presence always did that to you.

“Oh, it must be because we're all clean tonight. You know, to celebrate Billy’s thing.” He says exactly, really glad that they were doing this for their friend.

Your face drops, “Oh no, Cami didn't tell me anything… I brought, you know, nevermind. I'll just keep them in the car.”

Warren walks with you to your car, and even though you tried to hide his presence it still affected you. A few weeks ago you had spent the entire night with him on the porch of your house, after inviting everyone to dinner there, he had been the only one to stay after one in the morning.

And after this interaction there was a tension that could be palpable between you, but as the drummer was always dancing in jokes and humor in any subject you never thought it was something to discuss again. When you get to your car he rests his hand on the hood, watching your every movement, you feel nervous but he loves watching you closely.

“Just out of curiosity, what did you bring?” He speaks with a smirk, you hit him on the shoulder, rolling your eyes while laughing.

“No no no, let's keep the promise for Billy.” You close the door of your car and when you are about to go towards the door once again he grabs your hand, making you turn around.

“Are you sure? There's still time." He jokes, you grab his hand and pull him towards the door “Alright Alright, you make the calls cariño.”

Interviewer: Wait wait, but what happened the night on your balcony?

Y/n L/n: *blushes* First of all I'd like to make it clear that I was really high…

The sky was getting completely dark when you were smoking your fourth cigarette, your friends had stopped there for dinner and they had said goodbye not long ago. You exhale the smoke forward knowing you were alone, feeling the early morning breeze hit your body like a hug. As you feel the wave hit your brain, your muscles relax, and you let yourself lean on the counter while relaxedly observing the lonely street.

Warren had left with the others, but as he walked to his house he stopped at the door, Karen entered next to Graham but he didn't notice. Eddie notices when Rojas thinks twice about entering, so he watches what the drummer is going to do or what's stopping him.

“You good there?” He asks yawning, the dark surroundings making it easier for his body to seek rest.

Warren could see your body on the balcony of your house, the dim light in your room illuminated you from behind and the view he had of your figure puffing cigarette smoke was majestic. There had been a time when the drummer's dark eyes observed your person with a different affection, where just your presence caused sensations that he enjoyed discovering.

He nods to Eddie's question, turning to him. “Are you guys okay without me?”

“You wanna go back to y/n's?” Eddie asks with a smirk, weariness visible in his eyes.

He opened his mouth to respond, but he only had one answer. He nods, and Eddie does the same with pride, turning to enter the house.

You can see the curly head heading back towards your home, and you just turn your head to the side trying to understand what could have happened. You hear four knocks on the door, a pause for two more knocks and finally a light knock, you smile a little.

“It's open Warren!” You scream so he hears, and soon afterwards you hear his steps up the stairs.

You hear the silence again and turn to find the drummer watching you in the doorway, you see his chest only with the classic vest, this time the one with a donkey on the back. You approach him, resting both hands on his shoulders.

Y/n L/n: Very high…

“You're back.” You smile and he does the same, you admire his face and he feels naked under your gaze.

“You asked me to bella.” He answers, Wrapping you in his arms as he looks deep into your eyes. “Come, let's sit down.”

He takes you to the padded bench that was on your balcony, as soon as you do so, he goes towards your room.

“No Warren, please don't leave.” You complain, as you feel the drugs intensifying.

“Calm down, I'm not going anywhere.” He returns from your room with a blanket that was on your bed, wrapping it around his back and then wrapping it around him. “Estoy aquí niña, now tell me, what you wanted to talk to me about?”

“You keep appearing in my dreams Rojas.” You talk slurred, you hear him giggling and you break away to look at him.

“And what do I do, uh?” He teases you, kissing the top of your head.

“Usually we are like this, which is confusing, you know? ” He listens to you calmly, and you feel that the drugs leave your filter behind. “Because I never know if you're serious when it comes to anything. But we are like this, all my doubts and insecurities are gone and I just feel you protecting me from everything.”

“You really think I'm able to do that?” Warren feels his heart speed up, his arms pulling you closer with urgency.

“Yes, I honestly think so.” You mumble against his chest, snuggling closer. “It's just, ugh…”

“And what's wrong with it, hermosa?”

“That they are just dreams.” You speak in a whisper. Letting yourself finally fall asleep.

Y/n L/n: I mean, later he told me all that happened that night, because I remembered just flashes of it.

Warren Rojas: *smiles shyly*

Eddie Roundtree: Hear me out, everyone and their mothers knew that Warren and Y/n had feelings for each other, since day one they just connected. But on New Year's Eve, it was different.

Karen Sirko: Y/n was radiant, she looked at Warren in a way I've only seen... Nevermind *says shyly*

The rest of the band was in the living room while you and Rojas were cooking, or better, he was watching you cook. He watches you leaning on a counter while smiling at your every move, he loved watching you and you knew that and loved it.

“I know you are watching me Rojas.” You say while mixing the salad.

He comes closer, laying his body close to you. “I wasn’t trying to hide it.” He shrugs, and you roll your eyes playfully.

There was something about Warren's presence that you had never noticed before, he seemed to actually be there, by your side and one hundred percent present. You liked that.

“What was the first song you learned to play on the drums?” You ask without precepts, catching him by surprise with your sudden interest.

“I think it was something like...” He opens the cupboard under the sink, taking out two pans and pots, you immediately let out a laugh. He starts drumming a random beat that sounds more like noise. Looking at you as if he felt complete in your joyful reactions. “Thoughts?”

You burst into laughter, he smiles with his eyes shining. “So many.” You say when you finish laughing, wiping the corners of your eyes that had a little water in them.

“I always played, Mi Abuelo had a drum kit and that's where I started to learn. Ever since I was a kid, I would go there and pretend I knew what I was doing. Until I understood how the basics worked, and from then on, well... It became my fixation, it was all I wanted to do twenty-four hours a day.”

You smile genuinely in awe. “You were definitely born for this. Seriously, you’re the best drummer I’ve ever seen.”

“Oh stop, you don't mean that.” Warren Rojas was shy, you were in shock.

You let go of what you were doing, since you had promised that he would be the one to put everything in a container when ready. Wiping your hands on the nearest towel and turning to him with a serious look.

“I do, you're amazing.” Your gaze penetrating his eyes was the reason his legs were shaking.

“Gracias…” He says scratching the back of his head. "Means a lot.”

You see more than sincerity in his eyes, you see dedication, it was a type of intimacy that he had never had with anyone and that's when you felt that he allowed you to read him. Warren feels his heart beating like an animal desperate to free itself from its cage, he thought it was the absence of drugs in his system but it was actually the release of another hormone, he was falling in love.

He fakes a cough to bring back the air of simplicity, failing in one of his goals. “What about you cariño? Since when did you know what you wanted to do?”

You let out a sigh, raising your hand and calling him closer with your index and upper finger, he approaches you. You take your hands to the collar of his jacket, asking permission to remove it, he just agrees and so you do.

You position yourself behind him, removing your apron to tie it around his waist, Rojas closes his eyes feeling your touch in fear that it would end soon, and opens them when he feels you away.

You look at him once again, with curiosity, deciphering what was hovering between you. “I'm an artistic person, as long as I'm connected to art I feel good. When I turned fifteen I was in a play in my hometown, and found momentary but welcoming homes on each stage where I brought a character to life. That was the moment I knew.”

As you say it, you guide him around the kitchen, indicating what he should do. And during all those seconds, all Warren wanted was to put it all down and memorize your every move.

He focuses on the ingredients for the first time, which makes you surprised, but it was the only way he had the courage to say what he wanted. He feels his heart racing once again, is this what being sober is?

“Eres arte, hermosa.” He whispers, and you frown trying to understand. He tries once more. “You are art, you're just… perfect.”

Your mind and body stops for a moment, you widen your eyes. He takes a few steps back, taking off the apron and putting his jacket back on. You immediately rush over to him, cupping his face in your hands.

“Do you mean that?” You ask, afraid of the answer. “Please, tell me you do.” You whisper, like your body was begging for you to get closer to him already.

“I do.” He replies, taking his hands to your waist. “You are art, and I would spend days analyzing every detail of you.”

As your eyes locked, an overwhelming sense of tenderness washed over both of you. The kitchen's aromas faded into the background, and it was as though the entire universe had conspired to bring you to this moment.

Without haste, you pressed your lips to his in a gentle, lingering kiss. It was a meeting of souls that had been separated for far too long, a kiss that held the weight of a lifetime of unspoken love. Warren pulls you closer, feeling every curve of your body as he promises to “analyze every detail of you”.

The world seemed to hold its breath as your lips danced together, a delicate and cherished connection. Each brush of your lips conveyed the depth of your affection, a love that had patiently waited for its time to bloom. You play with the curly strands of his hair, showing urgency at this moment, for him, for both of you.

Time stood still as you shared that kiss, a moment suspended in eternity. It was a kiss that whispered of a profound bond, of two soulmates reunited at last, afraid to let go, lest this precious moment vanish like a dream.

When you finally parted, there was a softness in your gaze, and a huge smile on his face, you caressed his cheeks feeling his unshaven beard almost meeting his mustache, he plays with your shirt as if trying to keep his hands to himself.

“Thank God!” Eddie's voice makes you both jump in fright. “Took you long enough!”

Eddie Roundtree: We were starving!! They wouldn't come back. *Shrugs*

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[ladydisdainblog]

I don't usually do this, but here're my notes on this week episodes of Daisy Jones & The Six:

— My main criticism for the show is that the format of an interview and all of big changes could be executed way cleverer and cooler if they were showing us what's really happened and simultaneously characters were narrating redacted and cleaned version of events literally quoting the book.

— In general I don't mind the changes and I like Daisy and Billy chemistry a lot. But I also can't help but wish they would keep the UST boiling for a little longer so that scene could have been a peak of desperation.

— Every time Daisy is being a little shit and enjoying the mess she makes I love her with the power of thousands suns.

— Eddie and Cami is my favorite couple in the show and considering that Eddie vs Billy sausage contest was for me the most annoying part of the book, it's pretty ironic.

— The whole Billy's "It is about the music!" gives me weird Lord Asriel vibes. In a way he's putting so much energy and effort into his music as an act of escape from complicated emotions to the point that he come across as slightly sociopathic. Better father though.

— Camila is the milf of the year. We stan.

— It's very enjoyable how show subtly makes female friendships the moving force behind big parts of the story.

— At this point I honestly can't fully judge anyone and I just want this stupid people to be happy.

— Warren is the love of my life.

[yourstrulyaiko]

 o𓆩♡𓆪 INTRODUCTORY; MY HAPPY ENDING PT.1 | HEADCANON 𓆩♡𓆪

╰┈➤ featuring; boku no hero academia! drummer! bakugou katsuki! x lead singer! fem! reader  

જ about; Heartbreaks. Aches. Dreams shattered. You feel like there was no bridging between you and your goal as an artist. Especially since the bridge that connected you that was your ex-boyfriend, Shindo, who you met at club. Now, that you’re separated. You thought, that was it. No more.

જ contents and warning; profanity cause bakugou is on it, asshole bakugou, cigarettes, smoking, angst, drummer bakugou, band au, fluff, romance, drama, paparazzi, cheating, break ups and many more that I have definitely missed.

જ author's note; I actually have a lots and lots of chapter about band au which needs to be revised and re-written. unedited.

First of all, let’s talk about the band.

Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki and Sero are all in a band called ‘Tokyo Lights’. Mina being the stylist. Jirou is the producer of the band

It’s a pop-rock band. They rose to top quickly because of one song called ‘Turning Jane’. It was a hit all over Tokyo. Many praised the band,

Many turned those praised towards their lead singer, Camie.

Her vocals are phenomenal and really fits the band’s genre.

It has been months since they have debuted. 

A total of 2 albums. Interviews. Promotions. An Asian, European, North America and South America leg tour.

People were much more keener when it was publicised that the lead singer Camie and drummer Bakugou are dating.

Fans have picked up the tension between the two and they were suspecting that they may dating.

So, when it was confirmed, when Bakugou and Camie was photographed together outside of a club, late at night sharing a very intimate kiss. Bakugou had his arm loosely slung around her neck holding a cigarette.

Fans and shippers were loosing it.

They were at their heights. So successful. So known .

But that all came crashing down when Camie was due to leave the band.

It blew up everywhere. Bold Headlines.

“Lead Singer Camie leaving Tokyo Lights”, “Lead Singer of Tokyo Lights, Camie, is announced to leave the band due to disagreements”,  “Lead Singer, Camie and Drummer, Bakugou reportedly have broken up”, “What’s the future of Tokyo Lights?”, “Camie’s Out! What could this mean for the band?”

Everyone genuinely thought this was it for them. No more Tokyo Lights.

Fans are sad.

Now, they’re wondering if they are going to cancel the world tour because of they have no singer.

Even more than that, the band itself, they were worried that this was the end of their dreams.

They were drinking their sorrows away at a nearby club, the ones they used to perform at before they blew up.

Bakugou especially was drinking heavily. His first serious relationship just ended and he might not be able to perform as a professional musician anymore.

It was a lot to digest.

He was on his 2nd bottle of whiskey. He was pissed drunk.

The rest of the boys, Jirou and Mina was telling him to take it easy.

But, he told them to fuck off and they wouldn’t understand how he was feeling.

He is right, they don’t. They don’t know what it feels like experiencing heartbreak and watching your dreams crumble right in front of your eyes.

Then, the club owner announced that there is another band who will be playing tonight, he even joked that this band might be the next Tokyo Lights upcoming.

That band consisted of you, your boyfriend, Shindo and his friends.

You were a lead singer and he was a bassists.

You meet him in the same club, Shindo thought you were cute and you happen to have a real knacker for singing.

You are incredibly talented. You are passionate about it

After going out for a month. He asked you if you wanted to sing for  his own band forming.

This was the turning point of your relationship.

He got to obsessive at the thought of being on top. Being the next Tokyo Lights. Being better than them.

It was affecting your relationship and his friendship in the band.

Shindo was constantly pushing for the band to be top perfection. It means rehearsing almost everyday. No breaks.

One wrong note means that you would be screamed at by him. Among other plethora of things.

You remember your friend, Hiro got into a terrible accident which led to him needing crutches.

Shindo got furious because he couldn’t play the electric guitar for a while cause he’s dealing with an immense pain.

It was exhausting. Your friends complained about him behind Shindo’s back. 

Hell they were frustrated about reaching out to you afraid that you’d tell on them. 

But you joined in to complain.

For reason, anything going wrong with him meant that you’re the one always being blamed too.

Shindo would whip his head around and scream at you,

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I didn’t-”

“You’re always fucking up. It’s dragging everyone down. You’re not putting any effort in.”

No matter what, he never took responsibility for his fuck ups.

It’s mentally fucking you up.

So, when you got a gig into this club. The club that Tokyo Lights used to frequent at.

Shindo got worse.

He looked at every single one of you and warned you.

Especially, you remember him having you pressed up against the wall and looking at you straight in the eye.

“Don’t fuck this up for us.”

To him, this was his opportunity. He wrapped with the idea and it was destroying everything around him.

Before getting up the stage. You remember him slamming you on the walls,

“If you fuck up. I swear to God, (First name).”

You could only stand there and nod. Unable to speak.

You were petrified.

“Fix up your hair and makeup. Get yourself pretty.” Shindo commands then pressing a kiss on your forehead.

You did as you were told, your band mates were looking at you with concern but you reassured them with a smile on your face.

So, you took a deep breath in and following them up stage. Walking up to the microphone stand.

“Good evening, everyone!” There was a chorus of cheers, “We’ll be performing two songs today. I hope you enjoy it!”

Everyone in the club whoops in excitement.

The first song was okay. But, the second song was a disaster. 

Yo Shindo was mostly to be blamed. He was out of sync compared to everyone.

Every single member of the band would occasionally glance over to him.

You can tell that Shindo was getting annoyed and frustrated.

So after that flop of a performance.

He was fuming and it was all directed towards you.

“We’re done and you’re out. Get out the fuck out of my face.”

You don’t whether if you would be relieved and happy about this or sad.

You’re conflicted,

You don’t know.

Kirishima lit up

“I think we just found our lead singer.”

Long story short, you became their singer.

Everyone was open to you except Bakugou.

He made sure that you knew that.

You are not welcomed by him, every little thing you did was criticized.

Even the song you were writing was told it was shit.

Because it didn’t fit their genre, the lyrics are not as great as what Jirou wrote, you’re not singing it right etc.

There was no difference working with Shindo and Bakugou.

But you paid no mind since their band is moving fast.

His relationship with Camie was public.

He is still wrapping his head around their breakup.

Then, it was news everywhere.

“New Lead Singer of Tokyo Lights!”, “A Rumored New Lead Singer”, “Flop or Not? New Lead Singer”, “(First name) an is the New Lead Singer, Who could this be?”

Your photo was plastered everywhere. New Lead Singer.

They were mixed reactions; good, bad and neutral.

When the new recorded song ‘My Happy Ending’ was released.

Some of those reluctant fans were swayed because you sounded great.

You are a great singer. They had hope.

But, when Tokyo Light announced that they’ll continue the Tour and with you instead.

People were cancelling their ticket.

Now, they lost money and the band has to downsize to a much smaller venue.

You get it, people are sentimental. You know why they wouldn’t be open so easily.

Bakugou voiced his opinion that it was a terrible idea. All of you are losing money.

Why the hell would you perform with them?

That’s when Kirishima puts his foot down. 

Either they continue as a band and move forward or they move forward without him.

This is their dream and if they stay miserable forever, they won’t continue at all.

He said nothing.

It was the day of the concert,

You’re nervous.

You are dressed pretty. Knee high heeled boots, some cute skirt and a corset.

Bakugou had some jeans on and the chain on it and no shirt on. Showing off the tattoos.

He always played without the drums.

He does that thing too where he stick out his pierced tongue.Twirls the drumsticks around in his fingers 

You get on stage

Holy fuck.

Your stage presence was fucking phenomenal..

Kirishima, Sero and Denki has never seen anyone so charismatic and enthusiastic with performing on stage.

You were jumping around and got everyone to do it too.

Your crowd control was amazing as well.

This was the first time the band was fire up ever.

Not to mention, it felt like you didn’t even need to do it because Tokyo Light’s fans are doing your job for you.

You had to motion for them to turn up your microphone louder.

At the end of the concert, you were heaving very heavily.

“Tokyo. You’re crazy out here tonight. It’s turning me on.” 

They all screamed their heads off.

“But, unfortunately, we have to end it for tonight... Not without a final song.”

You performed the song you had with Tokyo Lights, ‘My Happy Ending’

It was insane that a good majority all managed to memorize the lyrics. 

It made you feel good since it’s your first ever published song ever.

“Goodnight, Tokyo!”

Once, you got off stage. You were surrounded by the rest of the band, Mina and Jirou swarming in a a tight hug. So excited.

“That was awesome, (First name)!”

You were so happy.

But, Bakugou aside in disapproval,

“Just cause you did something well doesn’t mean you’re a part of this band.”

[fyeahvarchie]

how did rudy mancuso meet camila mendes (x)

[khaleesiofalicante]

“Darling, is there something you could do?” his mother asked.

“Me?” Kincaid blinked.

“Theia is fond of you, isn’t she?” Mum pointed out with a mischievous smile.

“Um,” Kincaid said.

“Perhaps she’d like to go to Cardiff,” the woman suggested, her eyes glinting. “You could go with her.”

“He’s part of the Idris Patrol, Victoria, he isn’t going anywhere,” his father pointed out seriously. “Besides, why on earth would anyone voluntarily go to Cardiff?”

“Don’t be rude,” his mother slapped the man’s arm. “Besides, who knows what’s going on in Theia’s mind? Only Raziel knows what would possess that girl to make such a decision.”

Cami packs a bag. Atlas conducts an interview. Kincaid makes a suggestion. Lance has a big problem.

You can now read chapter 02 of LBAF VI here on ao3 :)

[ryanatwoodenthusiast]

doafp s3

okay so this post gave me an idea about doafp if it had been continued

okay so in an interview (i can't find it rn) ilana peña said that if there had been a season 3 it would have had a time skip so that elena was in freshman year but tbh i don't like that idea so much bc it ended on the cliffhanger about student rep elections and that should be followed up on and anyway that would have probably been because the cast was older than the characters but i mean the show's been cancelled so that doesn't matter

elena's plot: elena and emilio would have become student rep together. they'd make a great team and elena would learn a lot about letting someone else take control (okay she already learned that in the s2 group project episode but still). her and emilio would start a romance. maybe they'd work out, maybe they'd notice they work better as friends. she'd definitely have more moments with sasha, jessie and melissa.

bobby's plot: dating cj but still having feelings for liam. near the end of the season he'd break up with cj and the season would end with a rain scene fight/confession with liam

gabi's plot: this is what inspired this whole post - at the beginning of the season, her and sam would take a trip just the two of them and cami would look after bobby and elena. on the trip, sam would propose and gabi would have complicated feelings about it. she'd say she needs time to think about it and he'd be hurt but would understand. she then says yes but doesn't know how to tell the kids. she tells cami but tries to keep it a secret from bobby and elena. they would find out accidentally, like in season 1 when they both saw gabi and sam and they wouldn't mind the marriage thing but they, or at least elena, would be hurt she didn't tell them. but they would need some time to process it and they wouldn't be completely okay with it. now i had another idea. and that is that gabi's mom dies. and it's a day before the wedding. so gabi calls the wedding off. and that all happens in the season finale

[psalm22-6]

 "A Scrap of Life" was the name given to an adaptation of Les Miserables performed in New South Wales in 1901, at a benefit performance for a local widow. It was written by Mr. D.A.R. Davies (who cast himself in the lead role) and performed by the St. George Dramatic Club. Here is the summary:

Jean Valjean (a galley slave), Mr. D. A. R. Davies Javert (inspector of police), Mr. W. Callaghan Montparnasse (a pickpocket), Mr. T. N. Spong Thernadier (innkeeper), Mr. C. Mcintosh M. le Cure (village priest), Mr. N. Gale Pierre (a peasant), Mr. A. Edward, jun. Mother Thernadier (innkeeper's wife), Mr. J. Edward [typo or Mrs. Thenardier performed in drag?] Fantine (a grisette), Miss Jessie Longfield Marie (priest's sister), Miss Camie Burke The action of the story—which runs about 40 minutes—is very spirited, opening with the interior of Thernadier's inn, where a number of peasants have assembled to spend the evening, - and to escape from the inclemency of the weather. Fantine, and who is travelling through the country in quest, of work, has also sought shelter from the storm. Whilst the peasants are drinking, Montparnasse, in a terrified state, rushes into the inn and relates how he met a man on the road, but who was more gorilla than man, and who was making for the inn. The others rush to the window, and at sight of Valjean grow very excited. When he enters the inn an animated scene ensues. He asks for shelter and food, which are refused him, and everyone present, with the exception of Fantine, meets him in a hostile spirit. When Fantine offers him a welcome, the others angrily rush up with the intention of throwing them both out. Valjean knocks them down, and then escapes from the place, followed by Fantine. The second scene opens in snowstorm, in which Montparnasse and Thernadier, rushing from opposite directions, madly clutch each other, both being under the impression that he is in the grip of Valjean. A humourous scene ensues, which is heightened by the appearance of Javert. They both explain that they have been chasing Vqljean, when, suddenly catching sight of him they yell with fright, and take to their heels. An interview then ensues between Javert and Valjean, the former demanding the latter's passport, subsequently accusing him of having been a convict. This Valjean denies, and Javert reluctantly allows him to pass, but determines upon the first opportunity to arrest him. The third scene shows the interior of the priest's house. Whilst the priest is admonishing his sister upon her uncharitable disposition, a knock is heard at the door, which Marie answers. She rushes back screaming to her brother, who is compelled to himself bring in the stranger who asks shelter from the storm. This proves to be Valjean. Marie declares that he is Blue Beard, that he has come after her, and implores her brother to save her. After her exit Valjean, pressed by the priest, unbosoms himself, recites the history of his life, and how he escaped from Toulon, where for twenty years he had been imprisoned. Having supplied him with food and covering for the night, the priest retires to rest, but Valjean, afraid that he may be arrested if he delays decides to resume his weary pilgrimage. As he is leaving the room he catches sight of two brass candlesticks, and a struggle takes place between gratitude and wrong. The man's baser-nature, prevails, but immediately [after] he leaves the house the priest re-enters the room for the purpose of enquiring whether his guest is comfortable. Whilst deploring the man's wrongdoing, Javert enters with Valjean under arrest. Valjean pleads with the priest to save him. A struggle follows, in which the priest's kindly disposition wins, and he declares that he gave Valjean the candlesticks. The curtain descends on the priest's words, "Jean Valjean, you no longer belong to evil, but to good. I have bought your soul from you, and I give it to Heaven!"

Source: The St. Georges Advocate, 14 December 1901 The Sydney Morning Herald, 20 December 1901

[rebeccalouisaferguson]

What was the hardest role to cast?

Cami Patton: Juliet. Juliet was a really hard role. We didn’t go out to a lot of people. We did read a lot of people and we had the list of ladies that we felt could be right, that were offer only. It didn’t have to be a big name but certainly that’s a wonderful thing if we get it. So, we kind of did both approaches and it was really informative about the character and the more you saw of people reading it, the more you realized exactly how difficult a role it is to cast and what you’re asking of that person. And when we went to Rebecca, who if I remember correctly was the first person we actually officially went out to, at least once I was on board. And initially she passed. She read it, she took her time, she read the books, she really responded to it and took it very seriously but passed.

It was really hard to think of who else we wanted to offer it to that was going to feel as right. So, we started the process of testing people and just before we were ready to test, she called her agent and said, “Can you find out if that role is still available? I can’t let go of it.” Thank God. And I only tell that story because she has told that story. We were all just like… “Oh my God.” Through the roof excited when she said yes.

When she passed, did a part of you want to call her and try and twist her arm a little bit?

Cami Patton: It’s a tricky thing. It’s a very personal decision to take on a role or not. Same as for me to take on a project or not. You have your reasons and if fundamentally one of those reasons is you just don’t think you can do it justice, it doesn’t serve anybody to talk you into doing it. Do you know what I mean? You kind of have to trust people’s instincts at some point. I don’t think there was ever for her a question of whether or not she would enjoy working with Graham, who is just the best. She’s got a lot going on in her life. At that time, she was still doing Dune and Mission Impossible. She’s a very busy lady. So, I think honestly, it was more, “How do I pull this off?” And she somehow figured out a way to reconcile that.

There have been times where I’ve had talent on the show reach out to whoever might have passed to say, “You’re missing an opportunity. You gotta come do this.” Whatever. And that sometimes often works. I’m sure it means a lot for someone to hear from someone who’s actually in the process on the show to speak to it. But rarely will I try to really talk somebody into something if they’re thinking they don’t wanna do it.

[jasmine-the-fox]

Your not dating him! I am now!

MLB and BNHA crossover salt request by... You guessed it azv2448

Enjoy!

Lila Rossi has gone too far with her lies now, Mari didn't know what was going through her head but the liar decided to claim that she was dating the famous japanese model Bakugo Katsuki himself, it really angered her because she was childhood friends with him but disconnected with the distance and time zones.

"Sadly because of time zones and the distance... we can't talk as much as we used to" she whined making everyone feel bad for her and claiming that she would see him again soon, Mari rolled her eyes as she then went to her tablet and reads over her email before sending it with a nod, having enough of the lie she decided to try and contact Bakugo Mitsuki about all of this, so in her email she explained the lies that Lila claimed so far and the actions she takes to make sure everyone believes her and is on her side.

She simply hopes that the woman reads it at all...

In Japan...

Mitsuki was a very busy woman, working hard with her husband Masaru and making sure that woman and female models stop harassing there son Katsuki in dating them... it makes her sick to think people will do anything to be with her son, sure he's hot and famous from modeling but the fact is he is a human being and has a right to decided who he want's to date in the end... so if they can't respect that then she wont respect them either.

She returned to her office with a sigh, turns out that the public wants her son to confirm that he's dating either Utsushimi Camie or Uraraka Ochako... it pissed her off as she texted Katsuki's manager about this and asks to set Katsuki for an interview to tell the truth about this whole thing... and then she saw she had an email from Katsuki's childhood friend Marinette Dupain-Cheng, she really missed the girl to be honest and she could tell that the distance from her was hard on Katsuki too.

She skimmed through the email before screaming in rage at the information she was given just now... some liar was claiming to be dating her son... and not just any liar, but the same liar who has made others hurt some of her staff! Pissed at this she decided to send her son over to Paris to resolve all of this... while also helping her son finally be with the girl he likes "Maybe then we can plan for marriage and kids" she mumbled to herself as she contacted Katsuki's manager once more.

Katsuki didn't like this at all... going to Paris and yet not tell Mari hurt him but considering the fact that the liar bullies her... he needed to keep her safe as best he can, he didn't want some lies to be spun on her because they knew each other, when the plane landed, he went to get his luggage's and was driven to the hotel he would stay at for the whole thing, once settled and his mom informed, he left for the bakery to get more info on Lila.

Sabine was at the counter when he walked in, she was very surprised and happy to see him again after all these years... but the second he brought Lila up she became angry and brought him to her daughter's room and revealed three binders "Marinette has been collecting evidence of Lila's lies and actions for some time now... and as you can see the girl is very talkative about her stories" she explained, he nodded and then she left the room, Katsuki took picture after picture of everything in those binders and sent them to his mom.

She on the other hand was losing it as we speak... she was enraged that sweet Mari has been suffering for so long by this liar... and she wasn't going to let this continue, she called up her team of lawyers and presented everything to them, they immediately got to work on making calls and planning plane flights to Paris, once he was done, he leaves while getting a few sweets, he heads back to the hotel while fans take pictures of him which results in everyone knowing he was in Paris right now... but he didn't care.

He would use this to his advantage...

Mari returns home with a sigh, Lila has lied twenty times today and she needed to add all these new lies to her binders... of course the lies were all about Katsuki and it makes her sick that she would claim all kinds of things as his likes and dislikes when some likes he was allergic to! She walked inside only for her mom to reveal that Katsuki came by, which surprised her since he didn't tell her... then she thought back to the email she sent Mitsuki, but for now she would wait and see what they will do about Lila and talk to him when he comes to see her.

A few days later, Katsuki comes by her school to talk about the Lila problem they were having, he also needed to talk to her about what his mother was doing right now about the whole thing so she would be ready, Adrien and Rose however see them together and Adrien recognizes him in an instant, which makes Rose rush to tell Lila who then tells a sob story about how in fact Katsuki is abusive and was more then likely about to do the same he did to her to Mari.

To Lila this will push Mari into a corner to become one of her followers in the end... but the class went crazy, stormed over and began yelling at Katsuki, it went too far when Alya and Kim pushed Katsuki down the stairs... only for Mari to save him from getting badly hurt which resulted in her getting a sprained wrist, horrified Katsuki rushed her to see the nurse and told her everything that just happened... this resulted in Damocles calling Kim and Alya's parents to school to tell them what there kids did.

this resulted in the two being forced to pay Mari's medical bills as she ended up needing to go to the hospital, days went by after that and Lila decided to try and flirt with Katsuki... but now even a few words in before a group of lawyers came over and slammed into her arms lawsuits from the Bakugo's for the lies she made of Katsuki and staff members... which resulted in even more lawsuits from the people she lied about before the Bakugo's, the class also got lawsuits for there actions towards Mari and Katsuki, Bustier and Damocles were fired for there horrible actions and Gabriel got lawsuits for stealing and pushing Bakugo staff to suicide.

they all lost a ton of money and any chance of there dream jobs, Mari was now freed from all of Lila's lies, however Mitsuki begged for Mari to move to Japan to study and then work there which she quickly agreed to and packed up her things to leave... while holding Katsuki's hand the whole time.

i mean they are dating now... so yeah they would be holding hands.

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Camila//limpet

Request: Camila mendes x reader where r is clingy and cami loves to tease about it.

hey! thank you for reading! sorry i keep coming back and then going again. i know its a shitty thing to do but i really don’t know what i’m doing in my life at the minute and writing seems to be the thing that gets ignored while i’m trying to get my life back together again. but i am gonna try, and it may be slow at first, i may not stay, but i can at least try you know? if i don’t see you’s before, have a good new year everyone! 

- Okay so 

- From day one, Cami knew you were clingy 

- I mean the day you met 

- She went in for a handshake and you hugged her 

- She was surprised at first 

- I mean this was a complete stranger hugging her 

- But the weight of your arms around her did make her feel oddly calm 

- Despite the very real fact that you could be a stalker or a murderer or both 

- But then you quickly introduced yourself 

- A timid smile on your face as you pull away 

- And try your hardest not to show how embarrassed you are that you’ve literally just hugged someone as soon as you met them

- But she laughs 

- A shy giggle that sets a couple of butterflies free in your stomach 

- And that really sets the precedent for the rest of your lives 

- Because after that day 

- There’s not a day goes by where you’re not touching her

- Or just next to her

- Every morning you hug her and give her some coffee 

- And it feels like you can’t go more than a few hours without seeing her 

- It just feels like there’s an ache in your chest that gets bigger and bigger the longer she’s away from you 

- She just makes you feel safe 

- And although she’ll never admit it to anyone 

- Cami feels the same way 

- From the first day she met you 

- She knew she never wanted to be far from you 

- Because you made her feel safe within the first few seconds of meeting her 

- And you look at her like she created the entire universe and everything in it

- You make her laugh 

- And bring her coffee in the morning when she really needs it 

- Even though she never asks 

- And most of all you make her feel something she’s never felt before 

- Or at least something she’s never allowed herself to feel properly 

- But with you it’s okay 

- And as the days turns into weeks and then months 

- She feels herself craving more of your attention 

- Not that she would say that out loud 

- Because when your fingers brush over her skin 

- Or when you hug her 

- Or lean into her after KJ has told a stupid joke 

- You’re laughter infecting the rest of the cast and crew 

- And making pride fill in her chest for reasons still unbeknownst to her 

- She finds herself feeling her entire body set itself on fire

- And she craves for more

- And the clinginess only gets worse when the two of you eventually stop avoiding your feelings 

- And finally get together 

- Because as soon as you’ve made it official 

- Your hands in hers 

- Giving it gentle squeezes as a reassurance that you’re not going anywhere 

- And she’s glad of it 

- Because she’s waited a year to feel you properly against her 

- And she isn’t going to let you go anytime soon 

- Anytime you’re together 

- You’re constantly finding a way to touch her 

- During interviews 

- Your fingers will brush against hers 

- And the two of you will have to fight blushes off your cheeks

- It become so obvious in the end 

- That after every interview 

- ‘#cami’sshadow’ trends every single time 

- And when you try and distance yourself from her 

- Like suggest you sit apart for the next few interviews 

- Or maybe not post about each other for a little while 

- She gives you a look as if to tell you that she doesn’t care

- She wants you this close to her 

- She wants to feel the softness of your skin against hers 

- In whatever way you’ll allow 

- She’s the luckiest girl in the world to be the recipient of your sometimes over the top affection.

- When you’re hanging out with friends 

- You’ll wrap an arm around her waist and she’ll have to hide the smile that always tries to sneak its way onto her lips 

- Because she knows 

- As soon as she looks at you 

- She’ll melt 

- And then she’ll never hear the end of it from any of her friends 

- And yeah 

- They tease the two of you 

- But it just makes you do it more 

- As soon as one of them make a comment 

- You’ll shuffle closer to her 

- And lean your head on her shoulder 

- Pressing gentle kisses to her cheek and neck 

- ‘oh god, we’re never gonna pry them apart tonight’ 

- ‘shut up, it’s not my fault she finds me irresistible’ 

- ‘yeah, okay, this hug is over now.’ 

- ‘rude’ 

- And when you’re friends aren’t teasing you 

- It’s her 

- With a playful roll of her eyes when you stare at her with wide eyes and a pout because you want a cuddle 

- Or for her to play with your hair 

- Or to just hold your hand 

- Even if you are sat next to each other on her couch watching TV and scrolling through your phones 

- You just want to feel her near

- So she coo’s and tells you how adorable you are 

- And then teases you even more when a heat creeks up your neck and over your cheek while you drop her gaze or bury your head in her shoulder 

- She gives you the affectionate name of ‘limpet’ 

- Which when your friends pick up on 

- You get teased for even more 

- However Cami quickly tells them to chose another name 

- Because you’re her limpet 

- Not theirs 

- And she wouldn’t want you any other way 

[drewsbuzzcut]

name suggestions !!

RANDOMS:

kennedy

elliot but goes by ellie

marley

camilla goes my cami

kamrynn goes by kamry or by kamy/kamri (name could also be spelt with a c)

AK INSPIRED:

annette goes by annie (theres an island in AK called annette island)

McKinley (after mount mckinley which is a mountain swayman has talked about hiking in a few interviews)

Aurora ( like after the aurora borealiasis or however its spelled. the scientific name for the northern lights)

Nonnie😭😭

I’m not going to lie, I literally just fell in love with Annette

I think it’s so beautiful

So should we go with Annette, or do you all still want me to do a poll?!