#i went on a small rant about this movie during an interview the other day and I managed to make the interviewer tear up

[williamswifey]

hiii i love all of your fics! could i request a bella ramsey x reader where the reader is part of a well known film like stranger things or a marvel movie and everytime bella and them are in an interview they gush about the reader’s character in the other film, which fans notice and think is adorable😭

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 - 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐘

pairing ; bella ramsey x fem!reader

summary ; bella thinks you’re a fantastic actor and rants about it 🤷‍♀️

content warnings ; none, intense fluff

a/n ; sorry for the filler posts lately, i’ve been lacking in the creativity department for actual plots, so plz send in asks to get my creative juices flowing

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stranger things season four recently came out, and being one of the main characters, you had been extremely busy with interviews and premieres.

it was all so exciting, you loved seeing fans reactions to the show. you loved being tagged in fan edits, and you loved replying to dm’s and tweets.

just when the buzz from the recent dropping of the season began to die down, you and bella had been invited for an interview by vogue, to give a tour of your shared apartment while answering questions.

you had gotten the email from your manager while you had been finishing up a load of laundry, and you we’re static. you and bella’s relationship had gone public about a year ago, even though the two of you had been dating for longer.

there wasn’t much content out from the two of you, aside from social media posts. now that you thought about it, you and bella had never actually been in an official interview together.

sure, the two of you had been interviewed during premieres together, and the paparazzi took photos of you two together all the time—you had never actually sat down with them for an interview.

you excitedly walked downstairs, seeing bella curled up on the couch with a book in their hand. their head peeled upwards when you came into their line of vision, a small smile tugging at their lips.

“hi, darling,” they said in a soft voice, patting the spot next to them.

you grinned and laid besides bella, your head resting on their lap. bella began to play with your hair, successfully beginning to lull you into a gentle sleep.

just before you allowed yourself to slip into unconsciousness, your brain reminded you of why you went to find bella in the first place.

you opened your eyes, and rolled over to face bella. you gently pried the book out of their hands, placing their bookmark you bought for them on the page they left off at.

you yawned before you began to talk, causing bella to chuckle at you, poking your cheek.

“i thought you were a sleepy girl,” they said, tilting their head to the side.

“i am,” you said, rubbing at your eyes, before sitting up straight, “but i had something to ask you first.”

“oh?” bella said, their interest suddenly peaking as they leaned forward slightly.

“nothing bad,” you assured, taking their hand as you fiddled with their rings, “but i got an email from my manager, asking about a vogue interview with us. we’d have to answer a few questions about each other while showing them our apartment. i think it’s an awesome idea, but if you don’t want to it’s totally fine and—”

bella noticed you beginning to ramble as they placed their free hand under your chin, your eyes meeting theirs.

“i’d love to.”

you smiled, and made a mental reminder to email your manager back. in the meantime, you resumed your previous spot on bella’s lap, feeling their gentle hands against your hair as you fell asleep.

***

two weeks and days worth of cleaning later, you and bella were sitting on your couch, waiting for the camera crew and interviewer to arrive to your apartment.

your apartment was in the heart of los angeles, so traffic was always pretty intense, especially in the late afternoon. you were attempting to mentally prepare yourself to answer questions while bella scrolled aimlessly on their phone.

eventually, you grew bored of staring into space and looked over bella’s shoulder to see whatever they were doing on their phone. you giggled when you saw bella staring at a photo of you from your most recent press event.

“…bella my love, what are you doing?”

bella grew startled as their phone nearly flew out of their hands, face pink. however, bella wasn’t embarrassed about the fact they were looking at photos of you—in fact, they were proud.

“just looking at photos of you, reminding myself how lucky i am.” bella replied, and your face now turned the shade of pink bella’s was moments ago.

bella was such a sap sometimes.

“you’re cute, you know that?” you said, pressing a few kisses to bella’s face.

you two began to play fight, and a few seconds later, bella had pinned you to the couch, and was kissing your neck playfully while you giggled.

your fun was cut short by the doorbell. you groaned, sliding out from underneath bella as you made your way to the door, quickly fixing your hair and lipgloss.

the interviewer arrived with a camera crew, and you and bella began the tour.

***

after a brief tour of your apartment, the camera crew and interviewer got settled on your couch as they began to prepare you both for the interview.

they promised nothing too invasive or intense—but you weren’t worried. your manager promised your assistant had reviewed and approved every question on the list.

bella seemed to be a bit more jittery, and the obnoxious interviewer clearly took advantage of that—as they decided they’d ask bella a few questions first.

“so, bella,” the interviewer began, turning her attention towards bella, “have you gotten the chance to see stranger things season four yet?”

bella shifted in their seat. you honestly had no idea if they watched it or not, and their reply was a complete surprise.

“i have!” bella replied enthusiastically, beginning to fiddle with their rings the way they did when excited, “y/n was absolutely fabulous, as always. and her character? my god. i’ve never rooted for a protagonist more. y/n’s acting is incredible. sometimes i’d be watching the show in our bedroom while y/n was in the living room reading…and i’d just be like—holy fuck. i live with this person.”

bella’s response to you and your character had you blushing manically. your cheeks were bright pink as you fought back a smile, intertwining your hand with bella’s.

their eyes met yours.

“do you really mean that, bels?” you asked softly, heart fluttering as bella nodded.

“more than anything. but i have to admit, your character is way cooler than you,” bella joked, ruining the moment as you gently shoved their shoulder and playfully stuck their tongue out at them.

bella giggled, the both of you completely forgetting that the interviewer was still there, and the camera was still recording.

the two of you were quick to pull it together again, professional as can be.

“but, yeah,” bella said after a moment, “i saw stranger things and it’s probably my favorite tv show at the moment—but i might also be biased.”

this made a chuckle slip past your lips.

you rested your head on bella’s shoulder as the interviewer glanced at the pair of you.

“now y/n,” the interviewer began, “now i guess it’s your turn. i assume you’ve seen the last of us, so what did you think of it?”

your grinned was so large you felt your cheeks widen. as you opened your mouth to speak, you knew your words would rival bella’s previous in an instant.

[strstab]

𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 - 𝐣.𝐦

summary ; kie’s fever got to you so jj helps you feel better

pairing ; jjaprilbank x fem!reader

notes ; sick readerrr, bath w jj, besitosssss, body lovin, cuddling, our beloved sock, & tinkerbell 🧚

a/n ; so this was actually meant to be out earlier this morning but then got caught up in a family function.. so sorry abt that. ALSO. i was going to post something tuesday but instead of posting it i accidentally deleted it… so shopping w the girls probably won’t happen 😭

after a sleep over at kie’s last weekend, you’ve felt yourself feeling more like shit by the day. on wednesday you were coughing up a storm and now you couldn’t feel your throat or stop sneezing.

you called off of work right after another restless night. jj was at john b’s and kie was the reason you were sick so you couldn’t hang out with her. you were on your third tinkerbell movie with a pile of tissues next to you.

you tried sleeping the sickness away during the day but even with the large amount drowsiness that was killing you slowly, you kept waking up with the same sore throat that wouldn’t seem to disappear. it had been like that since you were feeling symptoms so now you’ve been sleeping like 4 hours a night. or day.

you blew your nose into the tissue and then threw it into the pile. you felt soft fur rub against your neck which meant your cat had joined you in bed.

“sock, please help me. don’t you have powers to make your dear old mom feel better?” you whined just for your cat to give you a blank stare. you huffed and sat up, stretching your arms. you hadn’t gone up to do anything since the second movie started.

you dragged your feet all the way to the kitchen, grabbing a banana off the counter and peeling it open. you took a big bite as you searched the fridge for something else to munch on. there wasn’t much in it. the last person who did groceries was jj. the only things he usually brought home were beer, hot pockets, cookies, an 8th of weed (which he definitely picked it up from his dealer on aisle 10), and cat food. all of which only lasted a week in your house.

you found a cup of strawberry yogurt and decided to diy your brunch. you grabbed a bowl and poured the yogurt into it, then cutting up the banana you got from the counter and placing the bits into the bowl. ‘what a chef i am’ you thought.

you ate your ‘meal’ over the counter while scrolling through instagram. you were watching an interview from a netflix show when you felt strong arms wrap themselves around your waist, pulling you into their hold. you squealed and looked above to see blonde hair making it’s way to your neck.

wet kisses were placed all over your soft spot. “baby, i’m sickk” you whined pulling away from him.

“i know. and?” he pulled you back, this time holding you tighter.

“i don’t wanna get you sick,” you sniffle and he shrugs. guess getting sick wasn’t a big deal for him. but to be honest, he’s always had a strong immune system.

you were conversing about each other’s day, yours sounding quite boring. he was ranting about how john b wouldn’t let him redecorate the cats ass and how pope smacked the shit out of him while waxing his board.

your responses were short. your throat hurt too much to be talking a lot, so did your stomach to be honest. everything ached. you hopped up from your seat on top of the counter and went to get a bottle of pills. jj watched as you took two pills in your hand and swallowed them with a small cup of water. “what hurts mama?”

“more like what doesn’t hurt.” you sarcastically answered. he stared at you for a minute before smiling and picking you up bridal style. “jj what the hell?!”

your feet were kicking air and your arms wrapped themselves around jj’s shoulders, holding on for dear life. his hand was supporting your back as he made his way to your bedroom.

he placed a kiss on your lips and sat you on the edge of the bed. “did you get any sleep last night?” he asked rubbing the eye bags that were forming below.

you shook your head as he peeped the pile of tissues that sat next to your laptop. “stay right here i’ll be back okay?”

“i mean.. where else would i go” you grumbled as he ran off to the bathroom.

you sat there on your phone, continuously sniffling while he did his thing in the bathroom. quickly after, he ran back out to you and picked you up swiftly, dropping your phone on your bed.

you laughed out loud (lol😜😜😜) as he brought you to the sink in your candle lit bathroom. he stripped you of your clothes, eyes taking in your body that was perfect in every way.

you felt your face heat up when you noticed him, arms quickly trying to cover yourself. “stop staring.”

he chuckled and kissed your lips softly. “just appreciating what’s mine, princess,” he murmured.

you let out a sound of annoyance. “c’mon baby, you know you’re prefect.” he picked you up and placed you in the tub. your muscles immediately relaxed as the heated water touched your skin.

“too hot? cold?”

“‘s perfect, j.” you smiled at his thoughtfulness. he really didn’t have to do this, but it made you happy knowing he cared enough to do so.

everything about the room right now was just calming.

you inhaled the steam and aroma from the cookie scented candle that followed it. as jj massaged your back with soap you let out a hum of pleasure. he peppered kisses on your shoulder and upper back while you relaxed in the water. “mmm, i could fall asleep right now,”

“yeah? seeing how tired you’ve been it seems like you could fall asleep anywhere.”

after your bath you guys cuddled up in bed. his request obv. you protested because you didn’t wanna get him sick but he still didn’t care. he went on a rant while drying you up about how all he wanted to do was be close to you.

so now, you laid head on his chest as his fingers were tangled in your hair. there was still a pinch of guilt in you for having him this close knowing you could get him sick but you couldn’t deny the fact that this felt amazing.

tinkerbell played on the tv instead of the laptop but you weren’t even watching either way. your eyes were half lidded as sleep tried taking you over. you tried fighting it, wanting to appreciate the time you were spending with your boyfriend, but it was winning by a lot.

even though all you were doing was watching a movie in comforting silence, it still meant something to you. so, you wanted to be up for it.

he moved his hand to the side of your thigh and rubbed his thumb against it. “you’re falling asleep on me, love.”

there was no response from you but your eyes were still half open. he patted your side and you perked up. “sorry, what’d you say?”

you felt jj’s chest abruptly shake as he giggled above so you got up fully to look at him. “what’s funny?”

“nothing. just how cute you look half asleep.” he smiled and pushed your head back down to his chest. “jus get rest babe. you need it.”

you buried your face in his hoodie and dozed off while his thumb caressed you softly. maybe all you need was your boyfriend with you to get the rest of a lifetime.

yeah yeahhhh ooohhhhaahahshiegsksba

hey yall. hope u enjoyed thatttt. so if you read my a/n you’d know this was meant to be up earlier this day. (april 1st) but i got caught up in a family reunion kinda thing so yeah..

also i had shopping with the girls (cleo, kie and sarah) in my drafts but i accidentally deleted it bc my fingers tend to touch before reading what it’s going to touch… so yeah that’s gone. -(edit) i tried editing my notes and ALMOST deleted this post too…

y’all know my requests are always open so feel free to request!! or just talk to meee. entertain me guys i’ve been bored

but anyways… i’m cuddling with my cat so i’ll catch you guys laterrrr.

[ghostofanovelwriter]

Just thinking about how em forster had no way of knowing in 1917 if there would ever come a time where people like him could be free to love whoever they wanted but he still made a point of creating a story where the canonically gay protagonist found himself with a happy ending despite not ending up with his initial lover because he still learned how to accept and love himself as he is and found a man who felt the same and not two decades after the book was published an openly gay director decided to make a movie that kept it lovingly close to the source material with actors incredibly dedicated to their roles so now to this day people can read the book or watch the film and understand what forster wanted to say , which just goes to show how far this story has come to finally reach an audience to appreciate it in all its glory and connect people to a time that seems so far off to them now, simply because forster believed that no one deserves to have a happy ending taken from them and even though he never got to live to see the day where two members of the same sex could love each other without fear of persecution he knew that it wasn’t him or who he was that was wrong, it was the world’s way of thinking at the time that was wrong, and because he never once doubted that he’s managed to create a legacy that has managed to surpass the test of time. In a way this story is a message to the future lgbt community to remind us that we’ve never been alone. We’ve been around for ages and prevailed. And not only we deserve to be loved, we deserve to be able to love, because neither sex or social class should be allowed to divide us because those aspects don’t define our entire identity.

[liberty-barnes]

Just Breathe

Tom Holland x Female!Osterfield!Bisexual!Reader

Summary: Childbirth waits for no one, not even the Oscars.

Warnings: fluuuuuff, pregnant reader, mentions of childbirth, good press articles, BISEXUAL READER WOOOHOOO

Word Count: 1.5k words

Estimated Reading Time: 6 minutes

A/N: heeeeey look @peterspideyy​ @parkersbliss​ that crazy idea i ranted to you about like six months ago finally got done! i can’t believe i did it... this feels too good to be true, is the world gonna end or something?

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"I don't think this is a good idea."

"Me neither."

"Please, just stay here."

You looked up to your brother and husband, frowning as you smoothed your hand over the soft black fabric of your gown.

"I am not missing the Oscars, Tom. I've still got two weeks until I'm due, it'll be fine."

You sat down on the bed and looked dejectedly at your shoes, then proceeded to throw puppy dog eyes your brother's way until Harrison had no choice but to kneel and help you put on your comfortable trainers. There's no way you're putting on your heels at 37 weeks of pregnancy.

"But what if Baby decides to come sooner? You could go into labour at any moment!"

You rolled your eyes and only raised your arms so they could help you out of bed.

"You guys are being over-dramatic. Nothing's gonna happen. We're just going to the Oscars, we'll have a good time, and hopefully, I'll leave with a little statue under my arm."

With that, you waddled out of your hotel room, ready to get into the limo.

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"(Y/n)! It's so good to see you! You look radiant as always!"

You smiled at Kaitlyn, an interviewer you knew and trusted and rubbed your belly comfortingly. 

"Thank you, I feel like a whale, but Baby'll be here soon so it's worth it."

She smiled and asked you a bunch of questions about your movie and how you were feeling about being nominated for Best Actress.

"But anyway, how far along are you now?"

"I'm a little over 37 weeks, they should be coming soon. Tom and Haz were actually really apprehensive about me coming here since I'm so close to my due date."

She smiled and looked over at the two men, obviously on edge.

"Well, I wish you all the best and I sincerely hope you win."

You hugged her goodbye and posed for a few more pictures before being led inside by your husband.

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"And now, for the moment you've all been waiting for..."

Everyone watched with bated breath as Brie Larson, last year's winner, got ready to announce who would take home the trophy.

"This year's winner, and taking home the Oscar for best actress in a leading role..."

Tom took your hand and you squeezed it tight, ready to applaud one of the other amazing actresses on their win.

"(Y/n) Holland, for her brilliant performance in Two Sides of the Same Coin!"

You felt like your heart was gonna beat out of your chest, run to that stage, kiss Brie, then promptly burst to flames out of sheer, unadulterated enthusiasm. Tom was hugging you and whispering how much you deserved it while your brother gently guided you to the podium. None of them would ever allow you to go up there on your own. Always one in front of you in case you trip forward and one behind you to catch you if you fall back.

Overprotective much?

As soon as you reached Brie, you hugged her tight (or as tight as you could with a human baby house separating you), taking the award while the two boys hugged her too.

"Holy Louis Tomlinson in a crop top."

The audience laughed, most of them already familiar with your strange One Direction inspired expressions.

"Wow, I didn't actually think I was gonna win this, everyone had such amazing performances. I-It's an honour, really. Two Sides of the Same Coin was a project very near and dear to my heart, so I'd like to thank the amazing Drew Barrymore, who wrote and directed the movie."

The room erupted in cheers and the woman smiled at you from her place on the front row.

"Bisexual representation is something we don't get very often, and when we do, it's always misjudged. So thank you for showing the world what bisexuality really is, and for giving me a chance to live out my dreams of kissing lots of people. This idiot tied me down too soon."

You pointed behind you at Tom, hearing his appalled squeak along with Harrison's guffaw of a laugh. 

In other news, the baby was starting to inconvenience you slightly. Baby had been going crazy since last night (not that you'd tell the boys) and the Braxton-Hicks were killing you, but it only got worse now.

"I'd also like to thank my amazing costars, Zendaya, Bella Thorne, and Owen Patrick Joyner, it was awesome to make out with you all..."

The crowd laughed while you felt something trickle down your legs.

Oh.

OH.

You'll never live this down, that's for sure.

"Uh, before I finish can one of you idiots call the car and get them to come to the exit please and thank you? Now as I was saying-"

"Wait, why?"

You turned to your brother and smiled innocently.

"Oh, my water just broke."

The crowd cheered.

Tom screamed.

Harrison fell to the floor, unconscious.

You sighed.

"New plan, can anyone try to wake my brother while my hus-" 

You looked at Tom, frantically doing small back and forths between you and his best friend, unsure of what to do. 

"-While someone else calls the car because both of them are apparently useless."

"We need to get you to the hospital!"

His terrified scream could be heard all through the room, even with no mic.

"What? No! I need to finish my acceptance speech, then go back to the hotel to shower and maybe take a little nap and then go to the hospital. My water just broke, Thomas, we have time, calm your tits."

You turned back fully to the mic, facing the hysteric faces of the crowd, very entertained by the exchange.

"Now as I was saying, I want to thank the amazing team that worked on this movie, you're all amazing and it was such a good experience. I'd also like to thank my family for always being there for me and supporting me and Haz in our acting careers. Thank you to my brother, even if he's unconscious right now, he'll just watch it on Youtube later, for literally forcing me to go to the audition. And lastly, I'd like to thank my wonderful husband, who hopefully hasn't passed out yet, for always supporting me and being my biggest rock through everything. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to deliver a baby, you know, just normal Saturday night stuff."

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An Oscar in hand and another... down her legs?

(Y/n) Holland sure gave the Oscars something to be entertained by on this last Saturday. The wife of fellow actor Tom Holland looked radiant in her custom-made Valentino dress, looking ready for a night of fun.

(Y/n) was nominated for this year's Best Actress in a Leading Role award, alongside Meryl Streep, Margot Robbie, Cate Blanchett, and Tessa Thompson, but the Oscar went to her from her brilliant performance in Two Sides of the Same Coin. But it was during her acceptance speech that things got... slippery.

At 37 weeks of pregnancy, the Holland baby was ready to come at any minute, but apparently, theatrics run in the family. The actress was in the middle of her speech when she felt her water break, pausing in her talking to request a car be called.

You'd think her husband, Tom, and brother Harrison Osterfield, overprotective as they are, would be fully prepared! Unfortunately for them, and fortunately for our entertainment, they were not. Harrison went unconscious after hearing the news, dropping to the floor and earning himself a minor concussion, much to his sister's amusement

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@ynholland: "Don't worry, when you go into labour, I'll be with you every step of the way." Said Harrison Osterfield, then proceeded to pass out, get a minor concussion, and miss the whole delivery.😂 Good job, little bro👍

And just when you thought she couldn't get any better, she finishes her acceptance speech with: "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to deliver a baby, you know, just normal Saturday night stuff." We have no choice but to stan this iconic queen!

But for the news you've all been waiting for, Oscar Robert Holland (yes, the middle name is a homage to Robert Downey Jr. himself, we're not crying, you are!) was born just twelve hours later. Tom let know through a beautiful Instagram picture that he is in fact "perfectly healthy and loved by everyone already".

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@tomholland2013: I present to you, my best creation to this date: Oscar Robert Holland. Thank you all for your prayers and kind messages, our boy is perfectly healthy and loved by everyone already❤️

But of course, Uncle Haz wouldn't stay behind.

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@hazosterfield: Since I know you've all been worried sick and desperate to know how the baby is... I'm doing just fine, it's just a minor concussion :) Oh and my godson's great too.

And just to prove that the Osterfields are indeed the royal family of comedy, we leave with this wonderful picture posted to the happy mum's very own Instagram.

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@ynholland: Guess I was so good they gave two Oscars instead of one ;)

-Written by Kaitlyn Storm

so anyway, Two Sides of the Same Coin is a movie idea i got a while ago and should maybe try to write one of these days but oh well or something. anyway, i’m not gonna rant about it here cause it’d be too long but i hope you enjoyed this and don’t forget to like/comment/reblog if you feel like it!

-Love, Miah

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[eyoricka]

Secret dating - Pete Davidson x singer!reader

First thing, I am sorry for my rather long absence I was moving to another country and way to stress. But now I have to spend ten days in quarantine so I will try to catch up and write all the asks I received in the meantime. So sorry for the delay and I hope the waiting will worth it!!

Also this is the first part of a small series about Pete x singer!reader because I had few asks on this theme! Hope you will enjoy

 Words: 1600+

Warning: none I guess

You had been dating Pete for few months. You decided to keep it low profile. It wasn’t really a secret; your friends and families were aware that you were together but you didn’t want the whole world to know. You had seen Pete’s debacle with his exes, and he witnessed yours. You both agreed to not to make it public this soon since you wanted to avoid paps, gossips articles, harassment online and to hear everybody’s opinion. You were surprised that no one caught the two of you or speculated on your relationship. Maybe the both of you being friends for years, evolving within the same circle of people helped you. When people saw the two of you strolling, getting ice cream together, no magazines titled about how cute this date was but rather on how good it was for you to have such good friends in your life.

These past couple of weeks, it had been hard to spend some quality time with Pete. You had to flew to LA to assist to the Grammys and you missed your boyfriend so much through out the ceremony. You wished that you could have hold his hands during the stressful waiting, kissed him when you heard your name, thanked him when you gave your acceptance speech or feel his hand drawing absurd figure in your back to relax you while you were waiting to perform. Then after going back to New York, you hadn’t had that much time. Your publicist had packed you with interviews and gigs during late night shows. It was tiring but worth it. Your career was on a clear path to success. You were finally considered as not another pop star but one of the biggest artists out there. Pete was so supportive of you. You lived for his lovely text messages to give you strength before each performance or his compliments on how beautiful you looked on TV, how smart your answers were, how funny you were during an interview game.

You had eventually managed to find an afternoon just for you and Pete. You enjoyed a home-cooked meal at his place and could help but melt every time he was laughing while recounting his week. You simply spend the rest of the afternoon watching cartoons. It was your way to decompress together. Pete would always prepare some snacks while you set everything up. Then you would lose at least ten minutes to choose which cartoons or movies to watch. You usually had long debate on whether SpongeBob was better than Scooby-doo. Pete would always take you in his arms while you were watching, peppering your neck with kisses and smelling your hair. He liked the smell of your shampoo arguing that it reminded him of happiness. That was so cliché and yet so adorable, you couldn’t make fun of this cheesiness.

You were slowly falling asleep engulfed by Pete’s warmth, this was cozy, it felt like home. Suddenly, you heard your phone buzzed and sighed. It was your agent, asking you where you were to pick you up to go an interview. You texted her your address while you looked for something to put on for the TV. You liked very much the clothes you had on but you doubted that their shades would be nice on camera. As you were researching the perfect outfit in underwear, trying on several combo, you congratulated yourself for letting some clothes at your boyfriend’s place. You were hesitating between two tops and asked Pete’s opinion. After a quick joke on how good you looked in underwear and that you probably should go like this, he made up his mind for the baby blue top.

You rushed outside to be picked by your team but not before sharing a sweet but passionate kiss with Pete and agreeing to spend the night at your place after the show. Your team smiled at you knowingly as you entered the car but they didn’t make any comment on your relationship. You discussed the show, the possible questions and what the best answers would be… The ride was pretty quiet after that and you soon arrived at the building where the show was taped. You were warmly welcomed by the host. You had already done some interviews with him, he was easy to talk to, always made you comfortable and was rather fun to be around. He lead you to the make-up artist trailer who didn’t fail to notice your tired look but promised you that it was nothing than a bit of foundation and powder could hide. Indeed, after only 15 minutes there you were glowing, looking fresh, like a fairytale princess leaving her bed.

As you were waiting to be called on stage, you received a message from Pete telling you that he was excited to see you on the show, that no matter what you were the best and that he was eager to see you tonight to finish the nap you had started together. You quickly replied before entering the stage. The interview went rather smoothly. You had begun with questions about your last album and upcoming project teasing a possible collab with Taylor Swift. The crowd went wild at this info and you knew that you would certainly end up in top tweets. After a commercial, you played a game with the host where you had to sing a random song imitating another artist. Clearly, it was not your forte, but you were funny enough to make it a good moment to watch. Then, you proceeded to answers some more interrogations from the public that could be found on social media. Those questions were a lot more personal and globally more focused on your art, compositions, writing skills, inspiration. You were passionate, your eyes were big with enthusiasm and you did a lot of gesture with your hand with made the host smile.

You were so happy that when a question about your dating life came up, you didn’t think twice before saying “Well I am the luckiest person, I have my dream career and dating Pete Davidson is just the cherry on the top, you know. He is just so perfect for me, like me understand and support each other, it just so great when you can share all those moments with someone you love and trust.” As you finished your rant, you noticed how the host was staggered. You finally realized what you had revealed and blushed furiously. “Did you just announce publicly that you are dating SNL cast member Pete Davidson?”. It was like words were dying in your throat and you envisioned Pete’s reaction at this. Surely it was not how you had planned to go public. You nodded shyly and the show stopped there. The host thanks the audience who was visibly thrilled, and you made your way backstage. You compulsively checked your phone every five seconds waiting for a text from your now very public boyfriend. But none came and it was worse. You felt so bad, you never wanted to put him in such a position, you were not sure that he was ready to go public, face the world’s reaction but here you were because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut.

Your team drove you back to your place assuring you that it was okay, he couldn’t be mad at you for this but actually he legitimately could. They insist that you should check your social media, people were very supportive of you, saying that you were so cute together, goals… however you didn’t think that it was a good idea right now, you head spinning with the prospect to face Pete.

You silently entered your house waiting for Pete to arrive, a huge lump in your stomach. You felt so guilty, obviously you had to ruin everything, didn’t you. You were in your kitchen drinking a hot cocoa to calm your nerve when you heard Pete unlocked your front door with his spare keys. You didn’t dare to approach him and let him come in the room, your hands shaking so bad that you had spilled some hot beverage on it. You didn’t really feel the burning sensation, you were too scared of what he would say. To make it even more torturing he remained silent as he glanced at you. he eventually approached you and put away your cup as he took your injured hand in his. He put it under cold water and you let him do it, not understanding what was happening. “Do you think that I hate you or that I am angry at you for making it public without talking about it first?” he stated more than questioned as he stood behind you with his hand on yours. “Yes” you sighed looking down. He made you turned to face him and since you were still not looking at him, he put gently his hand on your face and lift it up. His face was so calm and soft, not what you were expecting at all. “I don’t mind, I mean sure it would have been better to discuss it and find a way together to announce it but you didn’t did on purpose. You were just so excited and you didn’t really think of it so I can’t blame you. I certainly would have done the same. Also, how I can be mad at someone who is so cute and so adorable when talking about me. You know what you say about us, it means a lot to me, a lot more than you can imagine. I love you, okay, and I don’t care if the whole world knows as long as you know it.” He smiled down at you and brushed away some tears that you hadn’t realize where rolling down your face. He cusped your cheeks and kissed your forehead as you buried yourself in his shirt.

[alyasgf]

Startrain Adrinette April Day 12 -Seatmates

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Summary- Alya and Nino conspire to get Adrien and Marinette to sit next to each other on the entire Startrain ride. Friendship ensues. (Startrain rewrite)

Excerpt- “What did you think of the storyline that they know each other outside of the mask?” He asked her, intrigued to see what else she thought of Paris’ heroes.

“Extremely far fetched.” She replied, crossing her arms and turning towards him slightly. “Of all the teens in Paris, the chances that they’d know each other and not recognize the other is insanely small.”

Word Count: 1509

Notes- catching up on Adrinette April, Day 12 seat mates! I just love an Adrinette friends fic were Adrien fails to realize his feelings toward Marinette are 100% not platonic,,, enjoy

AO3

Begin

It was Adrien’s first trip far away from his home and he was shaking with anticipation. They were taking a class trip to London.

He had been there before, but it had always been for work and under his father’s strict eye. This time he could actually enjoy some time with his friends and he could hardly wait.

As they all gathered near the train he couldn’t help but notice Marinette was missing. Not that he was paying any extra attention to her of course. He would notice if any of his friends were missing.

Just as they were boarding the train Adrien noticed Marinette slip in out of breathe. He smiled fondly as he saw her pose to take a picture with Alya.

“Did you hear anything I just said?” Nino asked, elbowing him.

Adrien jumped slightly. “No, was it important?” He rubbed his arm where Nino’s blow had hit.

“I said I wanted to sit with Alya during the ride. She didn’t want to leave Marinette alone so she suggested you ride with her. Is that okay?”

Adrien thought about it. Nearly two and a half hours beside Marinette? That was more than enough time for them to finally bond!

“Sounds great!” Adrien replied, clasping his hands excitedly.

Nino smirked knowingly, and Adrien gave him a confused look.

“What? I just want to get to know her more. You know how she acts around me. Maybe a little talking could change that.” Adrien said defensively.

“Well it could definitely change a few things.” Nino teased raising his eyebrows up and down.

Adrien shouldered him playfully.

Just then the girls walked up.

“Hey Adrien!” Alya said with an excited buzz in her voice.

“H-hi Adrien.” Marinette squeaked out quietly.

“Hi Nino.” Nino mocked. “Nino’s here too.”

Alya took a quick look at him before laughing.

“Sorry Nino guess pretty boy outshined you.” She said playfully before hugging the boy.

“Hey guys.” Adrien blushed, as he often did when people complimented him.

“So Marinette, did Alya tell you about the new seating arrangements?” Adrien asked, addressing the unusually quiet girl.

“What new seating arrangements?” She jumped and shot Alya a look.

“Well I figured I could use some time with Nino and you could use some time with Adrien. Y’know, go get to know each other.” The brunette smirked.

Marinette went red. “I think me and Adrien know each other well enough.”

Adrien’s mood dampened a little. Did she not want to spend time with him?

Marinette noticed the change in his demeanor and straighten immediately.

“But I’d love to get to know you more!” She added. “I-if that’s alright with you?”

She asked that last part unsure of herself and a little quieter.

“I already agreed.” Adrien said, a smile now returning to his face.

“Good, now that everyone’s okay with the seats let’s get on before we miss the ride!”

Alya dragged Nino in behind her, leaving them alone on the platform.

“After you, Princess.” Adrien said with an exaggerated bow.

Marinette blushed as she was walking forward and tripped on the doorway.

Adrien’s reflexes kicked in and he grabbed her by her waist from behind. He pulled her steady and removed his arm.

“You okay Mari?” He asked, adopting a concerned look.

Bright red she answered, “Better than ever!” before entering the train. Adrien followed curiously behind her.

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They spent the first 10 minutes of the ride in silence. Not to say they didn’t try, it’s just every time they spoke they ended up speaking at the same time.

Marinette seemed uncomfortable at first, but once they settled into the silence she relaxed. Adrien swore he could even hear her begin to hum.

“Oooh is that the theme song to the new Miraculous movie? I loved it!” He said as soon as he recognized the tune.

Marinette jumped a bit, and then she giggled. It seemed genuine, unlike her usual nervous giggle.

“Didn’t you voice act in the movie? You’d think you’d get sick of hearing it.” She slapped her hand over her mouth. “I’m so sorry! Was that rude?” Her nervous nature returned.

Adrien laughed a laugh he swore only Marinette could bring out of him. “No you’re right, I should be. Its just so catchy you can’t help but love it.”

Marinette sighed in relief before agreeing. “Yeah, I didn’t really like how Ladybug and Chat Noir were portrayed in the movie but I couldn’t help liking the song.”

Adrien smiled. Finally he broke the ice and found some common ground!

“I totally agree!” He gushed. “Ladybug isn’t nearly as helpless as they made her out to be. She’s the brains of the operation while Chat Noir goofs around.”

Marinette took on a certain look in her eye. “Chat Noir does so much more than that!” She exclaimed. “Ladybug would never be able to defeat any akuma without him, he’s the reason why she can figure out her plans anyway, he buys her time.”

Adrien blushed. “I guess you’re kinda right Marinette.” Who would’ve pegged her out to be a Chat Noir fan?

“What did you think of the storyline that they know each other outside of the mask?” He asked her, intrigued to see what else she thought of Paris’ heroes.

“Extremely far fetched.” She replied, crossing her arms and turning towards him slightly. “Of all the teens in Paris, the chances that they’d know each other and not recognize the other is insanely small.”

Adrien gasped. “I disagree. Maybe it’s not true but it made the movie so interesting! The idea they’re right under each other’s noses. Although I have to say, if I was in their shoes I think I’d definitely recognize the other. They see each other nearly every day! How wouldn’t they know?” He ranted.

“Agreed! If they hadn’t spent the entire movie dancing around each other maybe they would have defeated Hawkmoth sooner.” Marinette laughed as she said this. “Unfortunately movies aren’t real life, no matter how fun they are.”

They settled into another silence, this one far more comfortable.

“So you’re a Chat Noir fan, huh?” Adrien brought up, noticing how she blushed. Absolutely adorable.

“I, uh, yeah you could say that.” Marinette stuttered.

“What’s your favorite thing about him?” Adrien knew it was wrong to prod, but he was curious and it was nice to hear his friend unknowingly talk about him.

“Definitely his humor.” Marinette froze for a second. “At least from what I hear in the interviews and akuma video!” She added hastily.

Adrien laughed again and this time he noticed how Marinette softened. The closer he got to her the more familiar she felt.

“Well my favorite thing about Ladybug is her determination to help people. You can just really tell there’s good in her y’know?” Adrien said with a sigh.

Marinette blushed. “So you’re a Ladybug fan?”

“I thought everyone knew? I’m an insanely huge fan. That’s one of the reasons I agreed to do the movie.”

Marinette nodded and they went back to their peaceful quiet. Adrien could hear all their classmates around them, and strangely enough all he could think about was how nice it was to be with Marinette.

Then a new sound was added to the mix. Marinette let out a loud yawn. There was a pause in the surrounding noise before everyone let out lighthearted laughs.

“Girl you need to remember to sleep.” Alya said from across the aisle before turning back to Nino.

Adrien smiled fondly as Marinette turned to him with an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, late night studying.” She said sheepishly.

“It’s okay I didn’t sleep much either last night.” He said in response. Truthfully there had been an akuma late last night and he couldn’t sleep due to anticipation of this trip.

When it was clear their conversation was over Adrien put in an earbud and turned on his Mandarin lesson. He put in the earbud opposite of Marinette and at a low enough volume that he’d hear her if she spoke.

A couple of minutes later he noticed a soft snoring. He turned to see Marinette asleep against her seatbelt. She was leaned forward at an odd angle and Adrien could tell she’d be sore if she slept like that for too long.

He brought his hand up to softly pull her to rest on his shoulder. She seemed to sigh in content. Adrien smiled before closing his eyes and falling asleep as well.

He didn’t fully fall asleep, instead he listened to Marinette’s little intakes of air and felt the way her shoulders rose and fell with each one.

As he was drifting off he felt her stir and hoped she hadn’t woken up. Truthfully he hadn’t felt this comfortable in a long time, despite being sat in a slightly stiff chair. Thankfully she seemed to fall back asleep and Adrien followed her shortly after.

When they awoke, Alya and Nino wouldn’t stop showing the pictures of them cozied up together.

Adrien had to admit, they did kind of look nice together.

End notes- hopefully I’ll be back later today with another one but let me know what you think in the replies and dont forget to reblog and like if you enjoyed :)

@adrinetteapril

[haikyuuishete]

Synopsis: Scenario of Ushiwaka

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A lot of people wouldn't believe Ushijima had a girlfriend, it wasn't like you two were a secret relationship, you two didn't need to show off to anyone. You liked being away from other people's gazes, it was non of their business anyways. Ushijima is always busy with volleyball and you're busy in your club but somehow manage to have time for each other.

The nice thing is no one really talks about how you don't speak at all. A lot of classmates started to learn sign language to understand what you were saying, but you weren't deaf either so it made it easier for them and for Ushijima.

Even his team started to learn sign language to understand what you were saying, you were very important to Ushijima and they wanted to protect you too, but that doesn't mean you couldn't defend yourself but they just want to because you're like their little sister or older sister for the 1st and 2nd years.

It was weird how you met Ushijima, he couldn't sleep one night and went for run to tire himself out only bump into him. He apologized but you just bowed and ran off.

It kinda bothered him for a while, was he scary that you were too scared to talk? Not until he asked one of your male classmates about you only to find out you were mute. At first he didn't think much about it but that didn't stop him from searching for you and wanting to have a simple conversation.

He spoke and you wrote on a notebook that's how it went for months while studying together, he didn't want you to write so he studied sign language just for you, even though he's really dumb but Tendou helped out so did Semi well everyone did. The more he practiced with you made it easier, just seeing you smile made his day, he didn't realize he was head over heels for you. It didn't matter if you didn't speak or did, you understood him and comforted him like no one ever could.

That's how you two got together well with the help of Tendou of course because Ushijima didn't know how so it didn't help.

Of course Tendou will be apart of your relationship which you both didn’t mind, you loved him being around you so like basically he's your best friend. When Ushijima is out he would give you company by watching anime or reading mangas or even rant about people he doesn't like (cough cough Tsukishima), you would join some practices because why not, the boys won't be aggressive but one time Tendou 'accidentally' threw a ball at you so you served it in his face as revenge, which made Ushijima smile and make his whole team laugh as Tendou chased you around.

Of course Tendou gave you guys space, when Ushijima has a the day off from practice he would take you out or just cuddle while watching a movie, sometimes both of you take your little brother to a volleyball class because your brother admired your boyfriend and he's just 4 years old. That's how you met Oikawa, "Tsk what are you doing here?" He rolled his eyes seeing Ushijima, he didn't even notice that you and your brother were next to him. "I'm here with my girlfriend and her brother" your brother was confused "oh hey b/n" Oikawa's nephew greets your brother giving him a small head pat as your brother holds out his volleyball.

Little by little every player that played volleyball knew about you, somehow it got around even to Tokyo who played volleyball.

That's how interviews with Ushijima went, "so how many languages do you know?" "I don't speak any but I know sign language" "really?" "Yea my girlfriend is mute" he wouldn't sugar coat it, Ushijima and everyone loved the way you were, there’s nothing to hide.

No one ever dared to flirt with no one did, Ushijima was the only one to approach you even though you're are beautiful, no one ever approached you.

His rivals would always greet you with so much respect as Ushijima held you by his side and it amazes everyone seeing how quickly he understands you, even the team would too which makes them stand out way more than before. A lot of people would stare not because you can't speak because of how cute and pretty you were like no one could look away without smiling. Oikawa on the other hand he talked to you like any other person, he was nice but Ushijima limited it a bit since Oikawa is a smooth talker and Hinata the cutie that you practicality squished his cheeks, Hinata was nice and even funny to be around but of course and unfortunately Ushijima disliked him. There is always that one guy that doesn’t know anything or just came to a volleyball game with his friends, this guy practically grabbed you and started to flirt with you but you kept pushing him away, like he was scaring you, but he doesn’t let go “why don’t you say something sweetheart? Like let’s get out of here” he gets annoyed by you “aren’t you going to say anything?!?”

Of course Ushijima is your savior, “Get away from my girlfriend” poor guy trembled and ran off. “Did he hurt you?” ‘No But I’m shocked’

He pulls you to the gym with him instead and made one of the 1st years to bring the waterbottles in instead.

"are you tired?" 'no' nodding his head he pulls you into his embrace, "everyone couldn't stop staring at you kinda made me feel irritated" he confessed, you just snuggled deeper into his embrace, he could feel you smiling into his neck. He wasn't much off a talker but when you mention volleyball he would go all out but you didn’t mind at all, just hearing his voice soothed you. Falling asleep together, eating together and even studying together was his favorite moments with you.

When it was your first time with him, he was gentle of course, he would softly praise you, he was rough of course but sweet at the same time perfect combination in my opinion.

After care is always dress up and go get something to eat and just cuddle.

It doesn’t last long when it hits 5 he gets up and goes for a run leaving you under a pile of blankets to sleep in, Tendou bursts in to wake you up to talk to him because he’s bored.

“Guess what Semi semi did!” ‘What’ “he kicked me out of his bed like I’ve always been a good friend” he cried making you smile and giggle.

Every Friday the team would come over to eat ramen or your cooking and watch movies any kind of genre no in between.

After few years you’re still with him and he’s still in love with you, Yea their was guys that liked you and tried and yea girls try to get Ushijima’s number but nothing really mattered as long you two were together. 

Ushijima was now a professional volleyball player for the Schweiden Adlers, you were his fiancé about that time. His team wanted to get know you of course, Kageyama knew you couldn’t talk because he was close to Ushiwaka and has met you before, he made sure to tell the team not ask too many questions so it wouldn’t make you uncomfortable. Of course it didn’t bother you for them to ask questions, curious people need answers.

Once Ushiwaka brought you to a team meeting everyone went awe you were still gorgeous as ever. Romero told Ushijima you were gorgeous, he didn’t know if he should be proud or be jealous because Romero is now flirting with you and even learned some sign language like (I love you, hey cutie, are you still with Ushijima) it’s all jokes, you fangirled on the other hand.

Tendou was still present he would go to the apartment and stay for while when Ushijima is out of the country and even Semi and Reon comes to visit. They even took you to some of Ushijima’s far away games.

Then you two decided to have your wedding which was perfect everyone was invited even the press who were very quiet and very nice as they silently took picture and enjoyed the venue.

Then one day you felt dizzy and nauseous, you faced time Tendou to come over quickly which he did, you told him about the symptoms and you two rushed to the closest store to get a test.

Turns positive, so yes you’re pregnant.

You didn’t want to tell Ushijima yet because he was out of the country and that could stress him out. Tendou told everyone and made sure no one told Ushijima just yet.

Once he came back, you got everything prepared to tell him, “hey y/n” a light peck as he drops his duffel bag on the floor. ‘I have a gift for you’ “really?” He asks, you pull him onto the couch and bring out a gift bag. ‘Open it’ he takes out a tiny shirt that’s says Schweiden Alders number 11.

He looks up furrowing his eyebrows, ‘there is more’ nodding his head he finds a long thin box. Opening it, it was your pregnancy test that said positive.

He was dumb but not that dumb, his eyes widen realizing you were pregnant. “We are going to have a child?” You nod, he pulls you into hug and touches your stomach, he was so happy.

After hard 9 months, half of it he wasn’t there due to the Olympics but he was there when you went into labor.

So yes you have a child with your highschool sweetheart. A beautiful healthy baby.

He made everything perfect and made a life for you two, after your child turned 2 the media didn’t know about them yet. So during an interview he revealed that he had a child which shocked everyone. “So what is your wife doing now since you have been leaving a lot” “well she’s not alone since we have our baby to take care of and friends that help out” “you have a child?!” “Yes” shocked the media and everyone was like shook but you two wanted a quiet pregnancy and enjoyed it.

[wr1ter-reader-dreamer]

Worth It (Pt. 3)

Timothee Chalamet x Reader

A/N: This is the third and final part of my Timmy fic “Waiting”. Like the others, this can be read separately, but it’s better if you read them all. If you like it, be sure to give it a reblog and check out my other work on my master list (linked below). Thanks and enjoy! <3

Warnings: Not much, just jealous Timmy.

Masterlist

Part 1  -  Part 2

Despite how hectic and stressful they could be, I loved award shows with Timothee. He always looked so good in his suits, and I loved that I got to dress up and look good next to him. I also loved how happy he looked interacting with his friends and colleagues, smiling brightly for the cameras. He was so charming, and it was nice to see everyone else witness it too.

For this award show, Timmy was dressed to the nines in an all black suit. The lapel was covered in glittering crystals that caused his eyes to sparkle. His stylist decided to leave his growing curls messy, giving him a wild look that I loved.

“Are you ready, mon amour?” Timmy asked as the car stopped and it was time to get out.

I smiled softly and nodded, “As I’ll ever be.”

He chuckled as he slid out. Taking his out-stretched hand, I allowed him to help me out of the car and over to the small area where we would wait our turn to walk the carpet.

“Have I told you yet how gorgeous you look tonight?” Timothee asked as he pulled me close and rested his hands on my exposed lower back.

“Maybe once or twice,” I grinned, “but I don’t mind hearing it again.”

He growled softly as he looked up and down hungrily, “I love this dress. It might be the best one yet.”

I blushed. The dress in question was sexier than what I would normally wear to an award show, but I had fallen in love the moment I saw it on. It was a simple black with glittery crystal straps that matched Timmy’s suit. The neckline dipped low, showing off my cleavage tastefully. The soft black fabric clung to my curves as it fell to the floor. From the front, the dress was rather simple. The surprise, however, came when I walked, exposing a slit that came all the way up to where my panties should be. That, and the fact that it was completely backless, made the dress a little risqué, but I wasn’t worried. I felt sexier than I had in a long time, and I was loving it.

With a teasing grin, I leaned in close so that only Timmy would hear, “The best part is that it doesn’t allow for any underwear.”

Timmy’s eyes slipped closed, a low groan escaping, but before he could say anything, someone called his name. 

We both turned to see Austin Butler making his way towards us, a large smile on his face. He looked stunning in a dark grey suit with his short blonde hair styled perfectly. I couldn’t help but get butterflies in my stomach at the site of my long time celebrity crush.

“Hey man,” Timmy said, stepping forward to his his costar, “long time no see.”

Austin laughed, “Right? How’s it been?”

Before Timmy could reply, Austin caught site of me, his eyes going wide and a large grin slipping onto his features, “And who’s this stunning woman?”

I blushed and stepped forward to shake his hand, “I’m Y/N, Timmy’s girlfriend.”

“So nice to finally meet you,” Austin said, lifting my hand to kiss with a wink and causing me to giggle.

Timothee cleared his throat and wrapped his arm around my waist to pull me into his side, “So man, you up for any awards?”

I frowned at my boyfriend’s hard tone, glancing over to see that he looked less than pleased.

Austin laughed and shook his head, “Nah man, my publicist just thought it’d be good exposure before we started the press tour for our movie.”

“That’s too bad,” Timothee said with a smug expression, “I’m up for three.”

Austin raised his eyebrow, amused as he turned to me, “Wow, is he always this humble?”

“It comes and goes,” I laughed, glad that Austin was taking this so well.

“Timothee Chalamet!” we all turned toward the sound of Timmy’s name to see one of the workers motioning for him.

Timmy dropped his arm from my waist, instead taking my hand as he started to where we were being called, “Well that’s our cue. See you later man.”

“Bye, it was nice to meet you!” I waved quickly to Austin as I hurried behind my boyfriend.

Before I had a chance to ask what was wrong, Timmy and I were being ushered to the interview part of the carpet. The interviews all went the same, starting off with introductions and a few questions about how Timothee and I were before moving on to questions about Timmy’s most recent and upcoming projects. Even though the focus wan’t on me, I made sure to smile and stay focused the whole time. I was there to make Timmy look good, and if I didn’t pay attention it would look like his girlfriend didn’t care. Still, I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander to the celebrities around me ever so often. Everyone was dressed beautifully, and I waved to the few I knew that I made eye contact with, but my eyes were repeatedly drawn back to Austin. He just looked so good, and he kept glancing at me too.

Too much time later, Timmy was done with interviews and we were stepping in front of the hoards of cameras ready to take out picture. Timothee pulled me close, securing me against his side as we posed. Laying my hand against his chest, I smiled brightly, alternating between looking at the cameras and looking at my boyfriend.

We moved down the line every few seconds, switching poses as we did. Sometimes we would stand side by side, both facing the camera and sometimes we would stand chest to chest, my back exposed to the flashing cameras. The whole timeTimmy stood stoically, a smile never shown.

Two thirds of the way down the carpet I moved to step away from Timothee so that they could get some pictures of him alone. It was our routine for me to leave Timmy with a kiss on the cheek before stepping off to the side of the carpet. This time, however, when I leaned up to kiss him, Timothee turned, capturing my lips with his.

The kiss was way too steamy for the red carpet as Timmy pulled me flush against him. He kissed me firmly, looking smug when he finally released me. Blushing, I buried my face in his chest since he still hadn’t let me move away.

After a few seconds he let me go, hand sliding down my arm to take my hand and pull me the rest of the way down the carpet. I tried my best to hide my chock as we walked into the building, not stopping to pose for any more pictures. I could hear reporters, and even Timothee’s manager, calling his name, but he ignored them.  Instead, he pulled me all the way down to a secluded corner of the main entrance of the building used for the award show.

“What the hell was that?” I glared, hands on my hips. Timmy knew I wasn’t the biggest fan of PDA and that the red carpet definitely wasn’t the place for it.

Timothee continued to look smug as he shrugged, “A kiss.”

“Oh really? I didn’t notice?” I bit back, “What the hell was it doing on a red carpet?”

He scoffed, “Don’t act like you didn’t like it.”

I threw up my arms, completely exasperated, “Timothee! You full on kissed me on the red fucking carpet! What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking that you’re my girlfriend,” he said, anger clear in his voice, “and everybody needed yo be reminded.”

I closed my eyes, sighing as I realized what was going on.

“Tell me this isn’t about Austin,” I said as I stepped closer to Timmy, laying my hands on his chest.

He just looked away with a huff, muttering something in French under his breath and confirming my suspicions.

I sighed again, smoothing my hands over his jacket, “Oh Timmy, what am I going to do with you?”

“He just wouldn’t stop looking at you, even during interviews and pictures,” Timmy said quickly, looking at me finally, “and the other day you were fantasizing about him and you look so good mais tu es a moi, pas a lei, et il ne put pas t’avoir. Je t���aime tellement et…”

“Timmy! Timothee!” I interupted, knowing that if I didn’t he would just continue to rant in French, “Calm down.”

He sighed, wrapping his arms around me and saying softly, “I just don’t want to lose you.”

Smiling softly, I pulled him into a tight hug, “You won’t Timmy, you won’t.” I pulled back to look at him, running my hand over his cheek, “Don’t get me wrong, Austin is hot,” Timmy growled, eyes flashing as they met mine, but I continued anyway, “but I don’t love him. I love you, my sweet, jealous idiot.”

He chuckled and leaned down to nuzzle my nose with his, “I love you too, mon cher.”

“Now that that’s settled,” I said, stepping back and smacking his arms, “what were you thinking with that kiss?”

Timothee shrugged, that smug look back on his face, “You have to admit that those pictures will be great.”

I rolled my eyes, “Your manager is going to kill you.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he mumbled, pulling me close again, “It was worth it.”

[anotherhamiltonblog]

Unwritten Destiny pt 1

Unwritten Destiny part 1 a Daveed Diggs x OFC fic (partly Rafael Casal x OFC)

Rose Soo faceclaim is Christian Serratos(Rosita from TWD)

Warnings: Flirtation? Cursing? Embarrassment. Some fluff? Pregnancy. Some social media in there. Talk of Cheating... that’s it i think. ALSO ITS NOT PROOF READ.

Word Count: 2.5k(maybe a little more. i forgot now)

Forever Tag: @i-know-i-can​

Enjoy.

The first time Rose ever spoke with Daveed, it was back in 2015, she was trying to call her cousin. Yet a male answered the call. Not that Rose even noticed, she went straight into a rant about her delayed flight. Her asshole boyfriend who refused to travel with her and how she was starving. 

Of course, after finding out that it was a man named Daveed listening to her rant. Rose listened to him explain that Pip had left her phone at his place after their cast dinner. It was past midnight and Rose was waiting for late flight from L.A to NYC to spend time to her cousin.

The two happily chatted, going on random things. Like the Hamilton show and how much Daveed was really enjoying his part in it. Daveed kindly talked to her until she had to board her plane.

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The second time was when her cousin Phillipa was dragging Rose to a after party after the show. Rose had been fighting with her boyfriend over the phone a few minutes before they had arrived. To say her mood had turned sour was an understatement. She was on break from filming The Walking Dead and just wanted to spend time with her cousin. He didn’t want to join her, his loss. So, as she stood around, a cup in her hand, Rose couldn’t help but roll her eyes and judge the party. Not that meant to do so, she was just in a foul mood.

“Hey! Pip’s cousin!” a voice called out, Rose looking over and raised an eyebrow. “Daveed… we once talked for over an hour on the phone?”

At that she laughed and held out a hand. “Ah, a face to the voice… I’m Rose, or Rosie.” She introduced herself.

“Well it’s nice to finally meet you.” He winked and looked around. “Enjoying the party?”

At the question, Rose pulled a face. “I mean, it’s ok. Feels a little… high school scene.” She admitted. “The red solo cups, tacky music…” she shrugged and looked around. “At least everyone’s having a good time!” She added with a laugh.

“DIGGS!” A voice yelled out from Daveed’s other side. “Dude… where is the food? Also… I might have broken a vase. BUT I cleaned up the mess!”

Rose’s face paled and her jaw dropped. “Wait… it’s your party?” she asked turning to the two men. Cursing under her breath when Daveed nodded, Rose tipped back the drink in her cup before excusing herself.

She could not believe she just bad mouthed the party to the fucking host. God this was not her night.

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By the third time they were talking, after countless teasing from Daveed at the ‘boring’ dinner and ‘horrible’ music the restaurant was playing. Rose ignored him, while the rest of the Hamilton cast were laughing and having a jolly good time.

“Yo, where you going?” Rafael asked when Rose stood up.

She just gave him a pointed look and held up her phone, showing a call was coming through. Turning, making sure she had her ringing phone, Rose walked away from the table.

Standing outside of the restaurant, talking to her boyfriend, more arguing then having a conversation. Rose talked, expressing herself and moving her hand around as they fought.

“Trouble in paradise…” Daveed commented, everyone really trying to ignore the girl outside, not that it was easy. They were seating next to the windows, which gave them perfect view of Rose.

“Not that it’s anyone’s concern… her boyfriend is an asshole who didn’t want her to come visit.” Phillipa glanced at everyone and went back to talk with Jasmine.

When the girl came back to the table, her eyed, red and slightly puffy from crying. She picked up her purse and put down money. “I gotta go… I’m sorry.”

With that, she didn’t wait for anyone to stop her. She turned and rushed out.

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Being busy with the show, comic con and interviews. Rose was finally getting time off. The year was 2016 when the two ran into each other. The two being in Miami, while one was on a break, the other was simply just on her day off from Comic Con and photoshoots.

Walking the beach, wearing a one-piece black bathing suit that showed off all of her back. Rose was enjoying her time away from her cast mates. She loved everyone she worked with, yet these little moments when she could just breath and he herself. It was what she preferred.

“Rose?” a strange, yet very familiar voice called out. Causing the dark-haired girl to turn and be shocked to see Daveed standing there.

Shirtless.

In just swim trunks.

Damn

“Hey! What brings you here to Miami?” she asked, a small smile on her face.

“My group is doing some shows here…” he chuckled. “I’m just enjoying the sun and almost deserted beach.”

Nodding, Rose looked around before facing the ocean. “It is nice when almost no one is around, huh?”

“What are you doing here?”

Turning back to face the man, Rose chuckled. “Uh, work… This is my day off. Tomorrow I’m back at comic con and interviews about the new upcoming season.” She sighed, rubbing the back of her neck.

“Oh true… I’ve been watching that. The ending of season six… that was fucked up.” Daveed grinned and raised an eyebrow, nudging Rose softly. “Come on… give up some spoilers?”

Laughing and nudging him back, Rose shook her head. “No can do.” She laughed, the two giving the other a small smile.

Spending the rest of the day together, Rose snapping photos for Daveed to post. Only for him to do the same for her, he snapped various photos, some without her knowing.

Rose had a good day; she had planned on spending it alone. To clear her head from her idiot ex, yet by nightfall, as she got back to her hotel room, after having dinner with Daveed. Rose realized she didn’t think about Mark once the whole time she was out.

Grabbing her phone, she found Daveed’s number and clicked on it to send a message.

Rosie: ‘Thanks for today. I hope you have a great show. I’ll have to try and make it to one of your shows before leaving!’ D. Diggs: ‘Tell me which night your free and I’ll arrange it for you!’ Rosie: ‘Will you also arrange the menu, the venue, the seating?’

Giggling at her little Thomas Jefferson jab, she started to take off her makeup waiting for a reply. When her phone dinged. She picked it up and giggled.

D. Diggs: ‘You think you cute or something?’ Rosie: ‘Oh, I think I’m adorable! 😉’

When she didn’t hear back from him, she went and got ready for bed after posting a photo pn twitter.

Her phone going off hours later with a new text, yet Rose was already fast asleep.

She was sad when the opportunity to go see Daveed with his group never came. Though she tried to get a night off. She wasn’t able too. Something Daveed luckily understood. Not that either party were particularly happy with it.

Rosie: ‘Sorry I couldn’t make it to your show… ☹’ D. Diggs: ‘I understand. You’re a busy gal.’

Getting on the plane with her castmates, Rose sighed and fixed herself on the seat and fell asleep.

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2017. A year in which Rose didn’t see anyone other than her castmates and boyfriend. Going as far as changing her number to stop all the fighting she was having with Mark. He hated that she was texting Daveed. So, she did everything to not talk to him anymore. No matter how much she missed the man.

By the end of 2017, things were going so horrible that Rose couldn’t take it anymore. She was in the middle of packing her bags while Phillipa was waiting in the living room for her.

“I can’t believe you would do this!” she yelled at Mark, fed up with all the lying and cheating. “After everything I did for you. Fuck. You!” she snapped, pulling on her coat and grabbing the four bags she had packed.

“I’ll be sending someone to get the rest of my stuff. You touch one thing that’s mine. I won’t hesitate in going to the cops and charging you with the abuse you put me through.” She hissed, raising an eyebrow at Marks scoff.

“No one will believe a bitch like you.”

Grinning, she nodded slowly. “I have proof. Pictures, videos and voice recordings.” She said calmly, “So don’t fucking test me.”

With that said, she turned and stormed out of the room and went downstairs. Her cousin helped her with grabbing two bags, and they left the house.

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Being at the Premiere of Blindspotting, Rose was excited. When Rafael messaged her on Twitter and asked her to be his ‘date’ seeing as he had recently broken up with his girlfriend and didn’t want to go alone. Deciding to go for it, Rose was more than happy to dress up and be one of the first people to see the movie.

At the Premiere, she was on Rafael’s arm, the two talking and having a good time. When they bumped into Daveed, Rose still smiled. Despite the little green monster on her shoulder when she saw him with the gorgeous Emmy Raver-Lampman. The four talked, she allowed them to take pictures with the cast of the movie, even getting pulled into some photos thanks to Rafael.

By the end of the night, both Jasmine and Rose were ready for the after party.

At the party, the girls were dancing, drinking and laughing together. Jasmine telling Rose about how Daveed and Emmy met back during the Hamilton days and they started dating a few days back.

Rose told Jasmine about her ex, the cheating and beatings. The end and how Phillipa went to help her leave. Then the random message Rafael sent to invite her and how the two hit it off. Just as friends,

Not that the night ended like that, after lots of alcohol and light touches, Rose and Rafael ended up sharing a hotel room and bed that night.

The next morning, neither really minded what happened, deciding to keep it up simply for pleasure. Seeing as neither one of them were in a relationship.

There were times, Rose would go visit man, go on tour with him and Daveed, whenever she wasn’t filming. He would come to Georgia to visit her as well. The two hitting it off pretty well. When they decided to end things, around the time Daveed and his girlfriend Emmy split. Magazines always making things up about the two friends, everyone wanting to know if they were dating, or what was going on.

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Rose found herself living in New York. 2019 was starting to look a lot better than she expected, only problem… Rose was pregnant, and Rafael was now dating some pretty model. He knew, of course he knew. So did his girlfriend. They all decided that Rose would keep the baby and split visitations.

The situation was a weird one, not that Rose cared, she was happy, Rafa was happy. Everyone was happy.

On an afternoon walk, she was surprised when she bumped into Rafael, who was waiting for Daveed. Jokingly posting a photo of Rafael on her Instagram, tagging Daveed. The two waited around for the other male. Just walking around and laughing. Rafael buying her a New York pretzel as they waited.

By the time Daveed joined them, the guys kept making her stop to take pictures of them every now and again. Rose rolling her eyes and smile each time.

“Come on… Phillipa is waiting for us to have a late lunch!” Rose linked her arm with the two males, and they headed to the cute deli.

Sitting down, Rose asked for an iced tea and a smoked ham deli sandwich with a side of tator tots. Everyone at the table being quiet and just sitting around after the orders were placed.

“So… we gonna talk about the elephant in the room?” Daveed asked, glancing around his friends at the table.

“I think I’m gonna call him Dumbo, Jim and Henry…” Rose said, looking behind Daveed, who turned and saw mini statues of elephants on a shelf.

Thankfully that broke the ice and they fell into comfortable talk, mostly about work. When the food came, Rose scrunched up her face when the smell of smoked ham hit her. Covering her mouth, she excused herself and rushed off to the bathroom.

Rafael on her heels, along with Phillipa who went into the bathroom with her.

Daveed’s POV:

Watching Rafael come back, Daveed raised an eyebrow. “She ok?” He asked, obviously worried.

“Hmm?” Rafa raised an eyebrow and lifted his head once he sat down. “Oh… shit man. I didn’t even.” But he trailed off. “Remember how we were kind of seeing each other and broke off a month back cause I met Adrienne?” he looked up at his best friend and slouched back in his seat. “She’s pregnant. I mean, we don’t want to terminate the pregnancy. Adrienne is ok with it, understands that Rose and I were never in love… simply physical between us.”

Daveed rubbed his forehead. “Well… there goes my chance with her.” He mumbled and

Rafael furrowed his eyebrows and leaned forward. “What do you mean?” he asked his best friend. “You’ve been with Emmy… That’s why I asked her out man.” He kept his voice down so those around wouldn’t hear.

“Yeah, I know. Why do you think we didn’t work out. She’s a great girl. Talented… but she’s not Rose. I was waiting for y’all to end so I could ask her out.”

“Well, you still can… I mean, if you don’t mind her being pregnant or anything. Won’t be like it’s some strangers kid or anything.” Rafa suggested with a smirk. “She’s a great gal ya know.”

Daveed just sighed and shut up when the girls returned.

“Hey, I asked them to switch your sandwich. Hopefully Roast Beef will be better for you.” Daveed grinned at Rose, noticing the slight blush on her cheeks.

“Aw, thanks Diggs.” She smiled and kissed his cheek before sitting back down. “Don’t worry… I washed my mouth with mouth wash I carry around.” She added making Daveed chuckle.

After everyone ate, Phillipa went to the theater her show was at, Rafa left to head back to the apartment he was sharing with his girlfriend while they are in New York,

Daveed looked at Rose and smiled. “Want to go grab some ice cream?” he asked and offered his arm to the girl, she grinned and nodded, agreeing to go with him.

The rest of the day went nicely, with both Rose and Daveed walking around New York, acting as if they were tourists visiting the city for the first time.

AN: That’s the first chapter. It’s long. the fic itself will only be around 5-6 parts.

Hope you all enjoyed this!

[mxliv-oftheendless]

Writer’s Month Prompts Day 22

Day 22: Hurt/Comfort

Requested by @retronova <3 Prepare for a pinch of angst. 

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“And what about the 80s?”

Gene hated the question. Paul seemed like a statue for a moment save his blinking, a small smile permanently fixed to his face. Both of them knew what the interviewer was going to say, but Paul still spoke anyway. “What about them?”

“Well, you two had a bit of a long-distance relationship, didn’t you?”

“Oh no, Paul, they know,” Gene nudged him jokingly, trying to diffuse the building tension. Paul barely laughed, and although a smile appeared on his face it was gone quickly afterwards.

“I mean, with Gene, you making your movies, and Paul, you looking after KISS, what was that like?”

There was a moment of silence. When it became unbearable, Gene opened his mouth to speak. But right before he did, Paul jumped in. “I think we had a good enough relationship where we could go off and do other things, and then come back and it’s like no time has passed. We just pick up right where we left off. We still have that relationship.” Paul turned to smile at Gene, and maybe it was Gene’s imagination, but his smile seemed a little tight.

Gene took that as his cue, even though he knew Paul was trying to talk around the question. “I agree. It didn’t ever seem like anything was different. Our relationship just evolved, into one that I’m very proud of.”

And yet at the same time, Gene’s mind was going back to 1987, when Paul sat them both down in his car and just talked. He never raised his voice. That was what had shaken Gene the most, that Paul never raised his voice. He could have shouted at him, so loud and for so long Gene went deaf. But he didn’t.

He patted Paul’s shoulder, smiling. “I love you, man,”

Paul in turn patted his shoulder, smiling back. “I love you too, buddy,”

The interviewer laughed, and “Awww’s” rose from in the audience. And with that the interview continued.

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That moment during the interview stayed stuck in Gene’s mind the entire rest of the day; also stuck in his mind was how Paul had left for his car after only a brief goodbye. “Where are you going?” Gene called after him.

“Starbucks,” Paul said over his shoulder. “They’re closing soon.”

It was a good enough excuse for anyone else, but not Gene. Not after knowing Paul for almost fifty years.

He waited until dinner was over and Shannon went off to go read a book to head into the kitchen, pull out his phone and dial Paul’s number. The phone rang for a few seconds, then, “Hello?” He could hear voices in the background, mostly chattering kids. No doubt Paul’s kids messing around.

“Paul, hi…” What was he supposed to say?

“Hey, Gene. What’s up?”

“Nothing just… did you get to Starbucks before it closed?” He hoped Paul would hear his voice, hear the implicit message of I need to talk to you in private.

Luckily, Paul did. “Hold on.” He heard Paul turn away and say, “It’s Gene, I’ll be right back,” before his voice came back full-force and the chattering kids faded away. “Uh, yeah, I did. Cut it real close, but I got there.”

“Good, good. Did you order your usual?”

“Yep. I think all the baristas know my face at this point.”

“Do you know their names?”

“Of course. There’s Aya, Katie, Eriq with a Q, Davy…”

Gene heard a door close and Paul sit down. “Okay, what did you want to talk about?”

“The interview earlier today… that question about the 80s.”

Paul was quiet for a second. “… Okay,”

Gene cringed and felt a stab of guilt. That… God he didn’t know how to describe it. That tightness had returned to his voice, like Paul was working to keep himself from going on an angry rant. He deserved to, honestly. “I just wanted to ask… Are you okay?”

Paul was silent again, for much longer than a single second. “Honestly… No. That hit a nerve.”

“I completely get that, it would for me too.”

“Yeah, it would if you felt like you’d been abandoned by your best friend,”

Gene had to close his eyes at that. Those words cut deep… and it only went deeper as Paul continued.

“It really hurt, you know that? But I kept working anyway, even though sometimes it felt like I was the only one who cared about KISS staying alive. You, you were so preoccupied with making your movies that it seemed like you didn’t care.”

“Paul, I’m sorry… I was a huge asshole for leaving you to do everything.”

Paul sighed. “It’s okay, Gene. I’m not mad at you… It’s just not a fun time to remember.”

“I know. That’s why I called, to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m better now,” Gene could hear Paul smiling slightly over the phone. “Thanks for calling.”

“Anytime. Like I said, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Awww, really? Gee, I didn’t know you cared.”

Gene laughed. “Of course I do, you’re my best friend.”

Paul chuckled. “Thanks, Gene.” There was a sudden crash, and Paul quickly said, “I should go see what that was. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Got it. Bye, Paul.”

“Bye, Gene,”

Paul hung up, and Gene put his phone back into his pocket and left the kitchen, in a much better mood than before.

[hquirks]

hello !!! omg yalls admin names are so CUTE it makes me hungry it’s currently 1am where im at 🤤 anyways if the boys at karasuno were youtubers instead, what kind of videos do u think theyd post? discussion is OPEN

Hi anon!! We’re glad you like our admin names !! We were pretty hungry when we made them hehe. Also thank you for this ask and for being our first anon!! We had a lot of fun doing this!! We were laughing so much while we were facetiming as we did it!! So thank you again and much love! Hope you enjoy!! ❤️ - Noodle ✨, BananaMilk 🐯, and Frice 🌊

Karasuno as YouTubers AU

School: Karasuno

Genre: Headcanons, fluff, crack

Warnings: one mention of alcohol

HINATA SHOYO & KAGEYAMA TOBIO

Hinata definitely dragged Kageyama to make this channel

He only agreed if they did things they both could do

So, they have a whole Volleyball 101 series like how to receive, block, set, etc. They also help teach like volleyball fundamentals and strategies!

They also do exercise and stretch tutorials

Kags would have a series of good and healthy food while Hinata would vlog about his days which mostly are about playing volleyball and biking lol PLUS interview his friends especially during training camps like Kenma and Bokuto.

They do lives sometimes but they always end up fighting/bickering somehow and it becomes popular content 

SUGAWARA KOUSHI

Actual DIY king!!

He has a DIY channel for pen pals, bookmarks, socks, candles, slime, etc.

He will even do the really weird life hacks to see if they work or not

Very soft and pastel with a sprinkle of chaos because it is Sugawara 

Vibes of those angry home cafe videos like one minute he’s making really cute cakes but another minute he’s punching the air and pouring chocolate all over his hand

His videos are popular not only because he’s so sweet and friendly (and chaotic) but also because he’s so pretty (has many girls and guys in the comments like “are you single uwu”)

SAWAMURA DAICHI

You know that dad on YouTube with the “how to…”? That’s Daichi

Examples of the videos are like “How to fix your tire” or “How to manage your finances” 

He also loves to tell about his life and just gives advice like “What it means to be responsible” or “Tips for proper and open communication”

Also has “funnier” bits like “How I managed 11 demons (10 children + 1 vice-captain)” 

(it’s 30 mins and most of the time it’s actually just chaotic bits of volleyball practice from their school and even when they are at the Japan camp)

(also the boys from the schools (read: Bokuto and Kuroo) take the camera at one point and just bombards the video)

NISHINOYA YUU & TANAKA RYUUNOSUKE

We all know they have a joint acct!! Their channel is like Korean Englishmen/Jolly

They love to vlog whether it's about school, their trips, volleyball practice, just anything!!

They also love to do all the challenges and trends

Their most viewed video is of them trying do the fire noodle challenge bc they almost DIED eating it 

(they chugged a whole bottle of milk between themselves and even went to the store to buy more and bathed themselves in it)

TSUKISHIMA KEI & YAMAGUCHI TADASHI

Their channel is like Buzzfeed Unsolved/The Watchers !!

Yama is Ryan and Tsukki is Shane. Chaos and debates obviously happen. 

Would collaborate with Tanka and Noya or the other first years to go to a local haunted house place together and record their reactions/experiences. Buzzfeed unsolved way. 

Separate sections: tsukki makes a playlist of music and yamaguchi local food restaurant reviews(think Worth It). 

Reaction videos to music videos (it’s fun to watch them because tsukki usually maintains his cool stance and yamaguchi is completely honest with his feelings. Tsukki mostly criticises and analyzes musical technicalities, but sometimes when he’s amazed you can see his eyes widen. 

YACHI HITOKA

Her channel is mostly drawing tutorials + speed painting!!

Also does Adobe product tutorials, very technical but also cutesy aesthetic like she has a her own character (that’s a baby chick) at the corner of her videos

Vlogs where she live records her drawing + sometimes rants about the torture of rendering 3D animation

She actually vlogged the one time she spent 28 hours at the library trying to render a video that was 1 minute and 30 seconds long...

She does some baking videos and sometimes does collab with Asahi’s channel!! Because of their height differences, the top of Asahi’s head is often cut off from the screen 

Kiyoko makes frequent appearances at Yachi’s channel and everyone loves when she comes on

SHIMIZU KIYOKO

She would have an ASMR channel that mostly focuses on her hands and the objects she’s using

She doesn’t like showing her face or having anything attached to her so no one ever knows it’s her (she’s uncomfy with all the attention vs. when she’s on Yachi’s channel where the attention is shared)

But she becomes like one of the top ASMR channels bc her vibes are really soft and also super aesthetic

Also, SOUND QUALITY !!! exquisite !!! best crunches, taps, scratches, etc. 

Her most popular ASMR video is the one where she roleplays as a witch

NARITA KAZUHITO & KINOSHITA HISAHI

They have an anime/Marvel channel together!

Top 10 Anime Betrayals, Top 10 Anime Deaths, Best 2020 Anime Shows, Could this character beat Goku discussion/debate, etc. You name it. They have it. 

They do reaction videos to anime shows/movies/marvel trailers. 

Civil War Debate: Who Was Right (a lot of differing opinions so its LONG), All Marvel movies Ranked, Funniest moments in Marvel compilations, etc. 

Their most popular video is when they made a funny video pretending to be BNHA heroes and have quirks. They invited the other 2nd years as well and it was a MESS but they had fun making it and editing it with bad effects and all.

ENNOSHITA CHIKARA

Of course our choir boy has a singing channel (covers, original songs, collaborations, etc.)

Plays guitar and sometimes posts acapella videos

He does youtube live with his fans and talks about his day, what he is working on, his favorite songs/musicals, etc. He answers their questions too!! 

Ennoshita does a collaboration series with Takeda sensei (our musical lover) reacting and discussing music videos/songs. Very knowledgeable and calming vibes

He does it with the Karasuno team too and those become his most popular videos because they are SOOO chaotic and funny. Complete opposite of when he does a collab with Takeda sensei

AZUMANE ASAHI

Mainly a cooking channel that specializes in easy recipes!!

He also does a miniature food series.You would think he would have a hard time but he is very adept with small instruments.

Bakes sometimes due to Yachi’s influence, loves to bake bread from scratch.

Fashion tips : “How to layer clothes,” “How to find your aesthetic”, “How to do monochrome looks right”, etc. 

He did a makeover series on the Karasuno team where he diagnoses and dresses them up from head to toe

One of his popular series is “How to cook/bake without a recipe” and the Karasuno group are invited to do it in teams! It is pure entertainment lol.

BONUS~

Coach Ukai and Takeda sensei make frequent appearances in Daichi’s channel / Hinata & Kageyama’s channel

Takeda sensei also goes food hunting with Yamaguchi sometimes and will leave reviews for the restaurant drinks (alcohol

[milomeepit]

Diamond In The Rough: Chapter Sixteen

Roman has always wanted better. Has always believed that there’s a better life, a better world, just out of reach. Just beyond the veil of shitty teachers who don’t care, angry classmates that scream insults and slurs at each other all day, and drug-hazed parents who are more concerned with their next hit than looking after their ten year old son.

When he runs away after a particularly bad night at home and finds a quiet little cafe/bookstore tucked away in a back alley of the city, the sweet couple who run the joint (an odd pair; a quiet, gloomy man with a wry sense of humour and a cynical gleam in his eye, and a bouncy man who smiles like sunshine and laughs like a storybook king) help show him that maybe- just maybe- he really can have the life he always dreamed of.

Masterpost (to be added soon!)

Word Count: 1391

Chapter Warnings: Anxiety, court, lawyers, CPS, abusive parents, arguing, yelling, legal paperwork,  

Patton watched as Virgil paced back and forth in front of him. Tension rolled off of him in waves, and Patton was reminded of a tiger stalking the length of its enclosure at a zoo. The flimsy paper cup of coffee Duck had offered him sat abandoned at the base of his seat, quickly growing cold.

“I can’t believe this. Why do we have to jump through all of these hoops?” Virgil ranted. His hands were shoved in the deep pockets of his jacket, but Patton could picture them; tight fists, white-knuckled, practically shaking with irritation and anxiety. “You heard what Logan said about his parent’s house! It’s fucking trashed! There’s no way a kid should be living there. It should be a cut-and-dry thing, right?!”

“I know,” Patton agreed softly. “But we need to keep it together. It’ll all work out, I know it will.” It kinda has to, he thought as Virgil flopped into his seat, his knee bouncing rapidly. He wasn’t sure what would happen to them if it didn’t.

“Uh-huh,” Virgil grunted vaguely. His head flopped over to land on Patton’s shoulder, and Patton slipped an arm around his waist.

He sighed and pressed a kiss to Virgil’s forehead, then glanced around the large room that they had been sitting in all morning.

The huge windows at the end of the hallway showed a picturesque view of the city streets, dusted with snow that sparkled in the sunlight. People scurried down the sidewalks, jackets tugged tight around them, scarves pulled up against the chilly air.

Despite the frosty weather, it was a warmer scene than inside. There was a heavy cloud of dread and desperation that hung over the people sitting in the rows of chairs around them. It was thick and heavy, and seemed to drain energy from the crowd. It felt... bleak. Hopeless. Patton shivered slightly.

Virgil twitched suddenly and raised his head, looking behind them. “Did you hear-?” He cut himself off with a sharp intake of breath, and the next moment he was just gone.

Patton twisted in his seat to see Virgil practically sprinting down to the other end of the hallway. His heart seemed to leap out of his chest as he spotted what Virgil had; a faded red hoodie and a dark blue backpack.

“Ro!” Virgil called out, and the boy turned, his face an almost cartoonish expression of surprise. He broke away from the man he’d been walking with- a friendly-looking fellow with brown glasses- and ran towards Virgil.

It was like a scene from a movie, Patton squealed internally. The two of them running to meet each other, reunited at last. Everything really was okay. They had him back, and he was safe, and Patton was never going to let anyone hurt him ever again.

That hope cracked like glass as a blonde woman leapt to her feet and intercepted Roman, sweeping him up into her arms. “Oh! Roman, baby, I missed you so much! Are you okay?” She chattered. Her voice was sickly-sweet, and it immediately set Patton on edge.

“Let go of me!” Roman shouted as he squirmed in her grip, trying to shove away from her. “Put me down!”

Virgil skidded to a halt in front of them, and Patton winced a little, half expecting all that coiled-up stress to explode like a bomb. But, no, Virgil simply scowled at her. “Put him down, you’re stressing him out,” He bit out.

Patton could see Roman’s lawyer jogging towards them, and quickly got to his feet to approach, as well. Hopefully he could help diffuse the situation.

“And who the hell are you supposed to be?” A large man appeared next to the woman- Roman’s parents, Patton realised with no small amount of distaste- and glared at Virgil.

“Virgil. What about you, brute squad?” Virgil snapped as he crossed his arms.

“We’re his parents!” The woman pursed her lips, seemingly oblivious to Roman’s distress. “What does it matter to you?”

Virgil scoffed. “Yeah, I should’ve guessed, with Ro’s reaction.”

“And what is that meant to mean?” The man scowled.

“It means,” Patton frowned as he reached them, “Roman’s told us about you, and we’ve heard some things from a social worker. I’d hardly call you caregivers.”

“Emile, help!” Roman whined as his lawyer drew near.

“Alright, everybody, let’s just calm down for a minute, huh? Fighting doesn’t help anybody.” Emile said chipperly.

“So you must be the ones who kidnapped my baby!” The woman ignored him, glaring sharply at Virgil and Patton. “Of course you look like that.”

“Look like what?” Virgil challenged, taking hold of Patton’s hand and gripping it tightly. “Better guardians than you two could ever dream of being?”

“Come on, now, folks, you’re upsetting Roman,” Emile reached out towards him, but the woman jerked him away.

“Like a pair of lazy retail workers with more fat than sense!” She snapped, her gaze lingering on Patton.

Patton felt Virgil tense beside him. “Bold of you to insult my husband about his appearance when you’re walking around looking like a painted whor-”

“Everybody, quiet down, right now!” Emile roared. They all fell silent and looked at him. His eyes flickered with protective fury as he held out his arms towards Roman. The woman released him, and he scampered over to cling to Emile, his eyes wide. “Everyone is going to go back and sit down back where they were, on opposite sides of the room, and let the lawyers do the talking and negotiating and problem-solving.”

“Don’t talk to us like we’re goddamn children-” Roman’s father started to say, but Emile rounded on him, his face stony.

“If you want to be treated like mature adults, you’re going to act like mature adults,” He said firmly.

Mr Gorgon went quiet and nodded.

Emile sighed and turned to Patton and Virgil. “Mr Sanders, Mr Sanders, please go back to your seats. Duck should be back with the paperwork he went to fetch shortly. Mr and Mrs Gorgon, please stay here, and your own lawyer should be back from... whatever they’re doing soon.”

Patton watched as Roman’s parents slowly sank back into their seats. He tugged gently on Virgil’s hand, then jerked his head back towards their seats.

Virgil frowned and glanced back towards Roman. “But...”

“Later, love,” Patton murmured. He looked down at Roman, who waved shyly, still clinging to Emile’s shirt. He smiled and nodded, then turned away.

Virgil allowed Patton to lead him back towards their seat, where Duck was waiting. He was a thin fellow, with large wire glasses that gave him a permanently bewildered look, and a dark green suit. He seemed a little unsure of himself, but Patton had faith in him, and had told him so.

“I see you, ah, I see you met the Gorgons,” He said awkwardly.

“Fun couple,” Virgil drawled as he flopped into his chair. “I can see why Roman likes them so much.”

Duck sighed. “They... yeah. We generally try to keep guardians and birth parents... apart, during the process. It’s a very tense time for everyone involved, and it can lead to some... less than pleasant interactions.”

Patton nodded. He gripped the hem of his sweater, twisting it in his hands. “Um... so, what did we need to do next?” He asked, then winced at how forced his enthusiasm sounded. “P-paperwork wise, I mean.”

Duck glanced down at the sheaf of papers in his hands and shuffled them. “Oh! Uh... follow me into one of the interview rooms, and we can go through it all. This one’s probably the thickest- background and history check information and financial history and stability stuff, all that kind of thing- but it shouldn’t take too long. I think we should be finished with it before lunch time.”

Virgil groaned and dragged himself to his feet again. Patton frowned at the dark circles under his husband’s eyes. Neither of them had been coping very well in the past two weeks, but he wasn’t sure Virgil had slept much at all in the past few days. He was worried.

Virgil met his gaze and flashed him a tired grin. “Nothing good ever comes easy, huh?” He muttered, taking Patton’s hand again.

Patton hummed in agreement and squeezed his hand before turning back to Duck and nodding. “Let’s do this.”

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 146: Why Are We Still In This Basement

Previously on BnHA: Flashback!Kirishima nearly gave up on his dream of becoming a hero after freezing up during a sudden villain encounter. But then he watched an old interview with his hero Crimson Riot, in which Crimson admitted that he felt fear just as much as anyone. He said that having a manly spirit doesn’t mean being confident or not feeling fear; it means doing your best to live your life without regret. After hearing this, flashback!Kiri had a quick montage and turned into first-day-at-U.A.!Kiri, dyeing his hair and spiking it up and declaring that he was saying goodbye to his former self. Back in the present, our current beat-up Kiri thought to himself that he still gets afraid regularly, but that what he fears most is reverting back to the way he used to be. Hot Gum -- who, you will recall, had charged up an attack by absorbing the energy from the villain’s punches -- told the bad guys they had underestimated Kirishima’s manly heart, and then punched the shit out of them.

Today on BnHA: Hot Gum flashes back to when Kirishima applied for an internship at his agency. He was excited to have someone with Kiri’s “can-do energy”, but Kiri admitted that that was all he had, and that he wants to be more than that and be someone who can protect people. Back in the present, Chance the Rappa is all “I’m not dead yet!” and gets back to his feet. Hot Gum is all “oh shit”, but then Rappa directs him toward a room with first aid supplies and tells him to tend to Kiri’s wounds. He says that both sides are basically all out of strength, but he wants to continue the fight because he really!! loves!! fighting!!!, and so he wants the others to heal up because he’s taken a personal interest in them -- Kiri especially. Hot Gum heals Kiri up and congratulates him on being acknowledged even by the enemy. We then finally! cut to Overhaul, who’s headed down a corridor with Eri and one of his minions. He’s holding the finished quirk-be-gone serum, and he tells his new “temps” -- Toga and Twice -- to get to work.

I may or may not have lost my patience completely and started ranting and raving halfway through this chapter. Just giving y’all a heads up. I kind of hit my limit lol.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’ve read up through chapter 176 now, so any ETAs will reflect that.)

OHHHHH SNAP YOU GUYS LOOK AT THIS

LOOK AT ALL OF THESE LOSERS

OH I SEE, DEKU, SO YOU STILL CAN’T TIE A FREAKING HALF WINDSOR, BUT YOU CAN TIE A BOWTIE HUH. OR IS THAT A CLIP-ON?? OH MY GOD IT’S A CLIP-ON ISN’T IT

MEANWHILE BAKUGOU WILL STRAIGHT UP JUST NEVER WEAR A TIE NO MATTER WHAT. BUT OH MY GOD LOOK AT HIM ALL DRESSED UP LIKE A KHR CHARACTER, YES, GOOD, I LIKE THIS

BEST JEANIST IN THE BOTTOM LEFT CORNER I SEE YOUUUU

AIZAWA DIDN’T BOTHER TO DRESS UP EVEN THOUGH WE KNOW HE’S CAPABLE OF IT. JUST WORE HIS NORMAL PAJAMAS UNIFORM LIKE USUAL. LAZY ASS

MIRIO I MISS YOU ARE YOU DEAD

ALL MIGHT WEARING A SUIT THAT FITS OH MY GOD. EVEN WITH IT BEING SCHOOL BUS YELLOW IT STILL LOOKS GOOD

TODOROKI’S BODY LANGUAGE IS MYSTERIOUS AND HILARIOUS

PRETTY MUCH ALL THE CHARACTERS FROM U.A. AND THE INTERNSHIP ARC ARE HERE, BUT THERE ARE OTHER CHARACTERS MISSING SUCH AS RECOVERY GIRL, NAOMASA, AND THE STUDENTS & FACULTY FROM SHIKETSU AND KETSUBUTSU. AND OF COURSE ALL THE VILLAINS

AND YET BEST JEANIST STILL GOT TO BE THERE EVEN THOUGH HE’S NOW LAID UP IN A HOSPITAL SOMEWHERE. GOD BLESS YOU

the hype text is talking about the climax of the battle against the Eightfold Cleansers. dare I hope?? this arc has gone on for a bazillion years. and it feels even longer due to me taking such a long time to read it. but I recently passed chapter 100 in the tumblr recaps, and I thought to myself that I’d better get going again or before I know it I’m actually going to catch up and not have anything new to post lol

all right! so Hot Gum just finished punching the shit out of those two villains and now they’re KOed. thank fuck

but Kiri isn’t looking good omg

GET HIM SOME HELP

Kiri’s weakly mumbling “who’s there” and Hot Gum is all “IT’S ME, FAT GUM, I’M JUST HOT NOW”

Kiri’s really out of it and muttering that he’ll protect him. “gotta do... what I can...”

and wow. are you guys really gonna do this to my emotions right now. really. really

now we’re flashing back to the first time they met, I guess! they’re at FG’s office and FG is all “wow Tamaki you actually brought a friend”

and he recognizes Kirishima from the sports festival and he likes the cut of his jib!

he’s complaining that Tamaki always gets too nervous at the festival “and ends up in last place every year!”

then how did he land this internship with you I wonder

(ETA: ??? mystery)

Kiri says that Fourth Kind said the same thing at his previous internship (about liking rambunctious guys with guts and a positive attitude)

but he says that’s all he has

oh shit Eijirou I thought we were done with your angst. this isn’t fucking fair, I yield already

YOU’RE NOT SWEETIE, YOU JUMPED IN TO PROTECT HOT GUM LIKE A CHAMP. JUST HANG OUT THERE AND REST NOW

-- ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

BUT THE HYPE TEXT. SAID. WE WERE REACHING THE GODDAMN CLIMAX

THEN FUCKING DIE ALREADY!!!

Hot Gum is thinking a bunch of “oh shit why isn’t he dead, I used up all my shit, we’re screwed” thoughts, and meanwhile I’m wondering if this arc is actually going to end, like, ever

can we please rescue Eri already please!! the Kiri flashbacks were good but even those went on for so long, and why the fuck is this stupid basement arc being dragged out like this?! WHY. I GIVE UP

Chance the Rappa is telling Hot Gum to tend to Kirishima’s wounds. at first he refers to him as a kid, but then he changes it to “man”

whatever dude I don’t even care. that’s so nice that you respect him, now could you please LIE DOWN AND DIE ALREADY so we can save Eri!! and find out what happened to Mirio! and see what Aizawa and THE GODDAMN MAIN CHARACTER are up to jesus christ

but no we’re still in this scene! Hot Gum’s staring at him like “are you serious”

all of this happened because Horikoshi started working on that fucking movie. that’s it, isn’t it. all his energy was going into that and he started neglecting the actual series. and we get stuff like this that no one fucking cares about and it should have ended five chapters ago

I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m actually starting to look back fondly on the damn Hosu arc. remember Stain?? he may have never shut up, but at least he was defeated within a reasonable amount of chapters, and didn’t lead a bunch of heroes through a boring maze to take on a bunch of fifth-tier villains. who don’t even have interesting character designs because they’re all wearing THE SAME GODDAMN MASK. AND IS THIS SOME SORT OF PURGATORY, OR WHAT

but fine! gotta power through! so now Tengai is also sitting up because OF COURSE HE IS, and he’s telling Rappa not to act so selfishly, and to remember his duty, and blah blah blah

aaaaaaand Rappa’s stomping on his face

THEN FUCKING DIE!!! HOLY SHIT I’M GOING FULL BAKUGOU HERE. IS THIS HOW HE FEELS ALL THE TIME. NO WONDER HE CAN’T STAND ANYONE

Hot Gum’s asking wtf does Rappa want, and Rappa says he wants them to kill each other

now he’s telling us his life story!!

he came from an underground fight club where people were allowed to use quirks

did he actually kill all of them. psycho

now he’s screaming at Hot Gum that he really wanted a good fight that actually challenged him. “the kind of power that only comes from putting your life on the line”

he says the two of them met his challenge, “especially the red-head”

please leave him alone. you’re already well on your way to becoming my least favorite character in the whole fucking series, which, wow

he’s shouting for them to heal up so he can continue their death match

you... do realize that’s not the greatest incentive, there

Rappa’s walking to the fucking door

Hot Gum is all “you know you lost the fight and you’re gonna be arrested, right?”

but Rappa says he didn’t lose and that if nobody dies then it’s a draw

and Hot Gum’s just watching him like “wow what a weirdo”

and now he’s picking up Kirishima who looks so small in his arms! :/

:|!!!!

Rappa is STILL there for some reason, and he’s all “I want another proper go at killin’ him!”

WE KNOW. YOU WON’T FUCKING SHUT UP ABOUT IT AND THIS ENTIRE CHAPTER HAS JUST BEEN YOU NOT SHUTTING UP. AND IT’S PROBABLY ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE FOURTEEN-PAGE CHAPTERS, ISN’T IT. IT IS, ISN’T IT

EVEN KIRI’S SLEEPING FACE CAN’T SOOTHE MY FRUSTRATION

EVEN THOUGH IT’S SO PURE AND SWEET AND OH MY GOD PLEASE HELP HIM

jesus fuck, we finally cut to another scene, and just for a moment I dared to hope we were finally cutting back to something else relevant

but no

I mean, I won’t complain that they’re taking the time to show how Kirishima got treated so he didn’t fucking die. that makes me feel a little better. but if they don’t cut back to Deku and co. within the next page, I’m about to full on lose it

what the fuck is this guy doing here??

so we’re just best friends now. he’s just gonna hang out with you all for the rest of the arc

and why not, let’s ask him all about his past, because it’s so fucking interesting. fuck

and with that, we cut to another two-chapter flashback all about Rappa’s fight club. and it features no fewer than seven new side characters, several of whom end up getting their own flashbacks. because that’s all life is anymore. it’s flashbacks and side characters all the way down

but really he’s just answering that he became a villain because Overhaul’s the only guy he ever lost to

Overhaul why couldn’t you have just kept him disassembled

ooh we’re actually gonna see it

if only

god damn it Overhaul

(ETA: so how come he remembers all this anyway? when Overhaul did the same thing to the Tarantino gang, they lost all memories of their encounter with him. his control over his quirk is so great he can even control whether or not a person’s memory stays intact?? damn, Overhaul)

lmao since then he’s gone on to challenge him five additional times. wtf. what did you expect to change

Hot Gum is like “um so you’re telling me Overhaul could take on this guy with all his speed and power like it was nothing?”

well, yes. since all he has to do is touch him, and poof, dead

so he’s wondering why Overhaul is making his underlings do all the fighting for him while he runs and hides

because that’s what underlings are for, Dumb Gum

he asking what does Overhaul want to do

(ETA: yeah you stfu Tengai)

that’s not very specific or helpful

oh shit. but he’s adding that he overheard him talking about how he’d be “spreading” something, “and lots of it”

ERIIIIII

WHOSE HAND IS THAT ON HER ARM, IS IT HIS?? YOU FUCKING CREEP

oh my god finally finally finally we’re getting back to the fucking plot

I’m not even relieved. I feel more like someone who just weathered a natural disaster and is all “how am I even still alive”

so we’re going back in time a bit to right after the invasion started

don’t think about how they could have cut right to this and shrunk the cast down to just the essentials and cut Kiri’s fight time in half without losing any impact. don’t think about how we could have been done with this arc already. don’t think about

okay so the guy in the hooded cloak (I straight up forgot his name, it’s been ages. future me will have to pick up my slack) is carrying Eri, who looks terrified

(ETA: oh is that how it’s gonna be. lol. this is Chronostasis, everyone. and I’m pretty sure past me thought this was still the bearded babysitter guy tbh. but just wearing a cloak now. in my defense, there’s literally no way to tell that it’s a different guy)

they’re talking about the future of the Precepts

Hood says this is the end for them, but Overhaul says that as long as he and the boss are around, the Precepts won’t die

apparently most of their henchmen are loyal to the boss and not Overhaul

oh snap look at this

“finished” product???!

holy shit. it may have been a while, but you can bet I haven’t forgotten the most intriguing thing about this arc

-- HOLY SHIT?!

VILLAINS THAT I ACTUALLY CARE ABOUT OMGGGGG

TOGA!! AND TWICE!!! MY TWO FAVES!

YOU GUYS AREN’T ALLOWED TO DIE JUST FYI!! I SWEAR TO GOD IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO YOU GUYS AND FUCKING RAPPA STICKS AROUND INSTEAD, I WILL RAGE QUIT THIS SERIES

fucking finally something interesting is happening omg

so I guess next chapter will be what I was hoping for from this chapter. lol this was almost a complete waste of time. talk about last minute saves

BONUS:

Bakugou out here saying what we’re all thinking

why are Sero and Kami so damn zen. you guys are MIA too, you know. is it really so funny to see Baku all pissed off that it’s worth not being in the story yourselves for 40-something chapters? ...okay, fair enough. you trolls

but I’m sorry Horikoshi, it says a lot that even you acknowledged this in an omake, joke or no joke. it means he definitely noticed how the arc reads in hindsight and how long it stretches on for

thankfully I’m pretty sure this is the last of the really dull chapters. League of Villain antics are just around the corner, and then our best boy Mirio will finally be up to bat. finally a light at the end of the tunnel y’all

[straymonbap]

could i request a friends to lovers scenario/bullet list with ravi where you're also a producer? thank you~

i’m not sure if you can call this friends to lovers but i tried my best! also am so excited that ravi is on his first solo europe tour and that i’m getting to meet and see him in less than two weeks!!! 

also this got a bit long

ravi friends to lovers!au producer!au

you had first worked with jellyfish as a company from back home in your homecountry

you had been a part of the producers who made Eternity album

the song you helped out most with had been Love, Lalala

so that had been the first time you were in contact with vixx as a group

after that you had worked with multiple other kpop groups  

soon your name was bouncing back and forth between albums and companies

jelpi were the first one to actually offer you a position

they offered you a deal to come work with them in seoul

and they promised that you’d be allowed to work with other companies too

and so you took up on that offer

in two months time you were flying across the world to seoul

jelpi had gotten you your own officetel apartment

and you even had your own studio

it was small but it was perfect for you

in just about a week you had made the studio more homey

from the start there was only a desk

a chair

a mic

computer

and the other technology to make music

but after that week there were red dimming lights

a succulent

a lava lamp

a few posters

and a couch

that was one of your fave spots

but it was difficult being the new one in the office

and if that didn’t help

the fact that you didn’t speak almost any korean

yikes

but you had started working with people already

you helped producing on roll deep with hyuna

honestly by monsta x

debut song glassbead by gfriend

turn me back by 1punch

that song was my jam

i’m a woman too by minah

just tell me by myname

and many more

but you didn’t meet a lot of the artists themselves

most often you met with their company representatives and producers

you were happy to see the songs do well

and when they were on tv promoting you’d atleast watch every performance of the song for the comeback week

but you still felt kind of lonely after three months in seoul

you had met the artists of jelpi a handful of times

but never really started hanging out with them

but that all changed

you were sat in your chair in your studio

feet propped up on the edge of the chair as your fingers worked the keyboard

you were interrupted by a knock on the door

you weren’t even sure if it had really been a knock

because the music had been so loud

but you stopped and turned around

and through the blurry glass window you could see someone standing on the other side

“come in” you yelled

carefully the door opened and none other than the rapper of vixx peeked in

“oh, hello”

you were quickly up on your feet and bowing to him

he gave you a slight bow and cleared his throat

“am i.. i.. you’re busy?” he struggled with his english

“no, i’m not busy.”

“i need help”

so with that you had followed him to his studio one floor up

somehow you understood eachother

he had tried explaining that he needed help with a track he was making

you were seated in an office chair he had hastily gotten from another room

he was playing one of his tracks that he had gotten stuck with it

leaning forward slightly in the chair you watched the track on the screen and listened to the song

there was definitely something missing

when the song ended you continued looking at the screen

ravi turned to look at you beside himself

he had known about you since a little before you came to jelpi

and since a lot of the songs you had been part of were out he hoped you’d be able to help

you shuffled your chair forward and looked at him

“may i?” you reached for the mouse and he let go of it

you smiled before going to the start of the track you bit your lip

you pulled his music board a bit closer to yourself

turning it on you tested out a few notes

finding what you were looking for you tried out a few melodies before recording snippets

ravi watched you work

your fingers were moving back and forth over the board

your hand moving your sound clips on the computer

five minutes later you hit play

the song started

in silence the two of you listened to it

the horror movie soundtrack effects (I DO NOT KNOW MUSIC ALRIGHT) you had added in the back gave the song a new feel

you hid the lower half of your face behind your sleeve covered hand

when the song ended ravi smiled and leaned back in his chair

“thank you” he said

you let out a breath

and that was how you had become a co-producer to ghost

when the album of vixx lr finally released in august you had been invited to the debut showcase

you had been on the second floor of the hall

and you had been amazed when he performed it

the song had turned out even better than what you remembered

after the evening of making ghost you and ravi had started hanging out a bit

first you two always greeted eachother in the hallways of the company

then ravi started coming by late at night to check if you were still around

which you often were

while he promoted with leo on lr you didn’t see eachother that much

and you went back to doing music alone

when they won 1st he had sent you a picture of the award

you had managed to send him ‘congrats’ in korean with some party popper emojis after some googling

and he had let out a chuckle in the car beside leo when he received your message

it was weird how you and ravi had somehow clicked

when they a few days later ended their promotions he was back at the company again

you were sitting in your studio when there was a knock on the door

“come in” you yelled

but you didn’t turn your head until you finished what you had just started changing

when you finally turned around ravi was standing by the door

“oh, hi ravi” you said and shot him a smile

“are you working?” he asked and stepped towards you

his eyes glanced curiously at your computer and you smiled

“yes. i’m almost finished”

he nodded and sat down in the two seater couch you had somehow squeezed into the room

you did some few adjustments before saving it for safety

“want to hear it?”

he nodded and you hit play

the music was done for the song

you just needed to find someone who wanted the song

and the lyrics

ravi sat quietly listening to the music and before it even got halfway he turned to you

“can i have this?”

you looked over at him with furrowed your brows

from what you knew of ravi and vixx then this was nothing that you would hear from them

“for vixx or for…?”

“for vixx” he said and you shrugged

“sure”

you also had another song for vixx that you had made

and that was how ravi had gotten heaven to vixx

and how you had given them chained up

working along with ravi became a weekly thing

up until the comeback with chained up

during their time of promotions you barely saw him

or the other members of vixx for that matter

basically you and ravi would start producing music together

sometimes you would sneak over to his studio with your laptop

sometimes he would come to yours

then at times he would be away

to japan, china, america

just around the world

but the two of you would keep contact

through kakaotalk

and your korean started improving a lot

you had started going to morning classes at a language school just a few blocks away

and you always tried your best to talk in korean with ravi

and writing for that matter

you didn’t know what to call your relationship to ravi

you would have said you were friends if it was someone else

but since he was famous you felt weird calling it friendship

you thought that he probably just saw you as a collegue

but when vixx released zelos album

and they were asked about their title ‘dynamite’ in an interview

and he said that his friend composed the song

aka you

then you felt your heart swell with happiness

that summer you worked a lot

you helped with still lonely and chuck with seventeen

ex girl with monsta x and wheein

good luck by aoa

l.i.e by exid

say yes by sistar

but mainly with gugudan’s debut song wonderland

you had once again been invited to the showcase

the girls were sooooo nice

you had actually been the main producer of the album

it had been a stressful two months until the debut

and when it was finally out you were so happy

ravi had even passed by your studio late the night of the release of gugudan’s album

with flowers to you

when he had stepped in and you saw the flowers he held out to you you couldn’t help but let out a laugh

“thank you” you said and took the flowers from him

july for you had been busy

you had once again helped out with a lot of songs

some of them were

u and me, and freaky by hyuna

love paint by nu’est

who’s that by got7

fanfare by sf9

a lot more were produced and released

but once november rolled around and vixx ended their promotions for kratos your life went back to not as busy

as vixx didn’t promote anything you and ravi were back again to working together

but ravi was busy

he was preparing his second album but no one really knew about it

you were one of the people he had told

most evenings you let him be by himself

you guessed that the album was personal to him so you didn’t want to disturb him

but ravi missed your presence

over the summer and beginning of fall the two of you had grown even closer

there had been moment when you were stuck with songs

like when working on queen for monsta x

when you just had to get away from you work for a while

and you had always ended up knocking at his studio door

he always let you in

and most times you ended up laying on his couch

while ranting to him

most times in english

he understood your worries partly

but he always listened

he would watch you ramble on with a soft smile on his lips

he always stopped everything he was doing

the worst thing that had happened was when you were producing skydive for b.a.p

he had found you crying out of frustration under your desk in your studio

you had just been so frustrated because it felt like nothing worked

and you had a deadline for that song coming up

you had just been so stressed

at first ravi had let out a laugh when he saw your legs sticking out from under the table

but when he had seen your tear streaked face he had quickly changed

“hey, what’s wrong?” he had squatted down in front of you

you had pulled the hood of your shirt down over your face

“nothing is working” you had mumbled

ravi had sat with you for a while

neither of you had said anything

“come here” he had said and taken a hold of your hand that was resting beside you

he had pulled you out from under the desk and given you a long hug

it had felt nice

comforting

then he had dried your cheeks

lowered your hood and patted your head

not much had actually been said the rest of the night but you had somehow gotten strength from him

you had ended up finishing skydive and also another song that you sent along with skydive to ts

the next day ravi had appeared the next evening with fried chicken in your studio

with your quickly improving korean you and ravi managed to actually hang out a lot

now back to him missing your company

ravi was listening to one of his tracks that he had finished

he tried to finish the lyrics

but he couldn’t concentrate

he could only think about the fact that you hadn’t come by his studio in over a week

it was already the beginning of december and you had decided that you would not go back home to visit your parents over christmas that year

instead you’d work

you were currently working on the song that would later become dreamcatcher’s chase me

you were in the middle of doing the piano intro when there was a knock on the door

“come in” you yelled out

ravi couldn’t help the small smile on his face when he heard your voice through the door

he opened the door and stepped in

glancing over your shoulder you shot him a smile before finishing on your computer and turning towards him

“hi” you said

“hi” ravi said and sat down on the armrest of your couch

“is everything coming along well?” you asked and he nodded

“feeling stressed?”

“a little bit” he admitted and you nodded

the two of you somehow ended up at a restaurant not far away from the company

over some stew and a few bottles of soju you two talked about music and producing

both of you were just a teeny tiny bit drunk when you walked back to the company

and you both fell asleep in his studio

you on his couch and him in his chair

in the morning when he woke up you had already sneaked off and he was left alone in his studio

in your slightly hangover state you had managed to actually make something decent and later the following spring it had become got7’s paradise

ravi had also made a song

and the lyrics had come to him immediately

he then sat on this song for few weeks before it was announced that he would be releasing his album r.eal1ze

you had been part of the album making with home alone

two days before his solo concerts started he had texted you

asking you to come to his studio

and so you had

you had knocked carefully on the door before entering

the second ravi had hit send on the text message he had tossed his phone away from him

he had gotten nervous and the moment you opened the door he could feel his hands almost start shaking

he had busied himself with clicking through his computer

he had everything ready already but he wanted to distract himself for a few seconds more

you sat down on his sofa

he finally turned towards you and you smiled at him

“are you nervous for you concert?” you asked and he smiled

he shook his head before sitting up a little bit in his chair

“i wanted to show you one of the songs before it’s released” he said

he clicked a little bit on his computer before the music started and his voice started talking

then what you recognised as ken’s song started singing

you tried listening to the lyrics

for 4 minutes the two of you sat in silence as the song played

the lyrics were about being in love with someone who necessarily isn’t good for you

when the song ended the two of you sat in silence for a while

you weren’t really sure how to take it

the song had already been given the okay from the company and was already deemed as finished

but the lyrics were somewhat telling

but once again you didn’t want to think too hastily

“i made it for you” ravi said silently as he turned towards you

his gaze was on a point beside you on the couch

you looked up at him

was this a type of confession?

“what?” you asked silently

he leaned back in his chair and ran a hand over his face

“i made this song for you. it’s my confession song to you” he said and you could now see how nervous he was

you sat silent for a while again

now staring down at the floor

ravi felt how his nervousness just increased

to not have to look at your direction he turned back towards his computer

“can you play it again?” you asked and he nodded silently before hitting play again

you listened even more intently to the song

ravi was staring at his screen intently

maybe his idea had been stupid

you probably didn’t like him the same way

and now you’d probably never come back to his stu-

his thoughts were interrupted when he felt your arms wrap around his neck from behind in a hug

you had gotten up and sneaked up behind him

wrapped your arms around his neck in a backhug

and leaned your chin on his shoulder

“thank you” you said and pressed a soft kiss onto his temple

ravi couldn’t help the relieved sigh and smile that came

you felt him relax and you unwrapped you arms around him

he turned his chair around so that he was facing you before he stood up

“is it okay if i kiss you?”

you could only nod

the next second his hands were cupping your cheeks

and the next his lips were against yours in a soft kiss

[shushrick]

hey hey, kids ! it’s daisy again ! now i usually make a point to not use talking gifs as my headers for intros,, but he’s getting so heated over trump in this one i?? couldn’t?? not?? man went on a full rant and he’s not even american he is the only man i stan. 

･:*:･ﾟ☆ ( roger waters. seventy-three. male. he/him ) ↷ ( richard harris ) has been spotted by the paparazzi in los angeles. they are a ( c ) list celebrity known for their career as a ( soloist / ex-lead vocalist/bassist of warren pieces ). they’re known by their fans to be ( passionate, open-minded & charismatic ) but the tabloids frequently portray them to be ( egotistical, dictatorial & pessimistic ) . i wish them every success in the entertainment industry. [roger waters/pink floyd vc] (daisy. 19. est. she/her) ･:*:･ﾟ☆

BACKSTORY / PROFESSIONAL LIFE

triggers: brief mention of war, brief mention of abuse, death, alcohol/drugs, suicide

so this here is rick and he’s got a long life story ! 73yrs worth ! so let’s get started!

rick grew up largely without a father, as his father, previously a sworn pacifist, died five months after he was born fighting in normandy landings

rick’s mother became somewhat of a smother, finding him to be the closest person she had left to her husband. he was put under strict rules, his mother always insisting it was for the best, warning him that the world was cruel and it was far too easy to get hurt out there !

so he spent his free time researching the war his father died in, reading the letters his father wrote, and trying to become the man his mother wanted him to be – his father. 

he learned his father loved jazz music via one of the letters he wrote. furthermore, he learned his father had played the stand-up bass. wanting to become a small version of his father, of course he spoke to his mother about this! she refused to let rick use his father’s bass, instead getting him a cheap electric one, saying it was cheaper and more convenient

he met a kid, keith, who would ultimately change his life when he was thirteen years old. keith was a guitar aficionado and they bonded over music and shared experiences with wwii and lost fathers. where rick lost his to death, keith lost his to ‘shell shock’.

they entered secondary school together and faced the abuse of teachers who didn’t care much for corporal punishment rules. however, they met two other kids – one, john, who worked great with pianos and another, pete, who was excellent at playing the drums – and formed a band. together, they settled on ‘warren pieces’, figuring it was a nice play on ‘war and peace’, especially during such a tumultuous time.

they put out their first album in the late 60s, 'the piper at the gates of dawn’, with keith taking the lead. from those fond of psychedelics, it received rave reviews, and they didn’t care much for any other reviews. keith kept the morale up. the year after, they released ‘a saucerful of secrets’ with the same reception as their previous one.

although rick was an independent man by then, whenever he saw his mother, she would constantly tell him everything that was wrong with his music. it was too drug-addled! she knew that boy keith had never been anything but trouble! he needed to quit warren pieces before he became a druggie and stopped cutting his hair!

he put up with her constant criticisms, but the day she told him his father would be ashamed, he cut her out of his life completely. he never visited her. he made sure she was never able to buy tickets to his shows. he didn’t tell her his home phone when he bought an apartment. for everything he’d done to make her proud...

rick took solace in his band, primarily in keith (but five feet apart cause they’re not gay), and was horrified when keith fell prey to the enemy of all psychedelic-era musicians. when it became more than a habit, rick brought in a man he’d met in university, robert, to become a secondary guitarist. they told keith he was just there to tour, but he was actually being used as insurance. 

keith began purposefully putting his guitar out of tune during shows. he’d purposefully play the wrong chords. he’d purposefully start a different song from everyone else. he also became volatile and borderline delusional. he could be violent with fans. he could tell interviewers that he believed someone was watching warren pieces at all times, thus making him feel like he had to make everything perfect. then he would laugh, but not that comfortable laugh. keith shaved his eyebrows off and drew new, comical ones on.

it all ended when keith came to rick with an idea for a new song, tentatively titled “have you got it yet?” he’d play the chords for rick to follow and practice along with, then he’d switch them up. it kept up like that for some time until, yes, rick got it and finally did what he knew would pain him: he finally kicked keith out of the band, replacing him with robert.

the years of ‘atom heart mother’, ‘meddle’, and ‘obscured by clouds’ were silent ones. the band didn’t talk much except suggesting this chord here and there or put this word where that one is instead – all of that. 

however, when news came out that keith had overdosed – although he’d lived – they began talking more, finding more inspiration in shared experiences again. they created ‘the dark side of the moon’ from that, an amalgam of political critiques, anti-bourgeoisie anthems, and songs dedicated to the man they figuratively lost.

while they were recording a new song for an album with a concept they’d yet to come up with, keith visited the recording studio. he was completely hairless – bald, no eyebrows. his under-eyes were pink. he’d gained weight. he looked much emptier than he had when he left. he didn’t have anything comical drawn on. he was just... sad.

it broke everyone’s heart, especially rick’s. they all had different, silent reactions. nonetheless, they were all haunted.

after that, it only seemed right to make the album largely dedicated to keith. ‘wish you were here’ came out two weeks too late, as keith killed himself two weeks prior to its release.

the next album was purposefully impersonal, focusing on the politics of the time instead of on family, on keith, on love (not that they had many love songs). the entire album was tearing down everyone from just the general population of policemen to the more specific mary whitehouse. although each album of theirs after keith left had an element of acknowledging the corruption within the system, ‘animals’ didn’t have a single song that didn’t.

now branded as particularly political, rick decided to focus in on past politics and on what haunted him the most. ‘the wall’ was born, and so was a much more dictatorial rick.

due to it being so personal, he took every measure possible to make it perfect. he fired john from the project for a few days, noting how his cocaine addiction was affecting the music... which it wasn’t, really... after the temp pianist played on one (1) song, he brought john back to the project. 

he didn’t take any suggestions robert threw his way, deeming them all ill-fitting, even when they actually would’ve fit perfectly. he forced everyone to pull multiple all-nighters in a row, making them play take after take. pete quit for a hot second before realizing he had nowhere else to go and returning to the project.

‘the wall’ was an unpleasant experience for everyone. although the concept was likely the most cohesive of all of them, following a single character (warren) and timeline throughout, working on it was absolutely horrible. for the three other members, it was being under a heavy fist. for rick, it was not only digging so deep into himself, but also subconsciously digging deep into those around him. there was a line tossed in dedicated to john that he hardly even realized ( “got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains” - nobody home ). 

a movie was made from it. it did great among the psychedelic audience. rick realized the main character was closer to keith than it was to himself.

‘the final cut’ was the last album he made with warren pieces for a long time. he considered it the b-side to ‘the wall’, but better. it was similar in concept, and there were some that were outtakes from ‘the wall’, but it was less focused on a storyline and more focused on rick’s own feelings of loss, dealing with them so many years later than he should have. it could almost have been a solo album, which leads...

after ‘the final cut’, richard went solo for some time. he found he had too many “artistic differences” from the other members of his band and only bought the two albums they put out without him because he wanted to support john whom he was still fairly close to. 

they left on such horrible terms that he didn’t reunite with them until 2013 (granted, after ‘94 they were all out doing their own things) when they were in the middle of recording ‘the endless river’. given that the grand majority of the album was simply re-recording demos, he offered to help with some of the songs. most of them already had whatever work they needed from him on there from a long, long time ago, but they began talking again, anyway.

the driving force behind them being civil was ultimately john’s untimely demise. much of the album was simply compromised of old recording of john with robert layering some light guitar over it, the occasional percussion and bass also being present.

his solo career was very c-list. his tours grossed well due to the amount of warren pieces songs he played, but only diehard fans actually bought his solo albums. it seemed everyone was either team robert or team richard.

he’s become more civil with robert and pete since john’s death and still occasionally talks to them, but doesn’t make a habit of it. most interviewers have given up on asking him if there’ll ever be a warren pieces reunion – he’s made it pretty clear that, if there is, he likely won’t be part of it.

ETC. / PERSONAL LIFE TIDBITS

rick has been married three times. 

the first time was to a woman named anya whom he met at woodstock and it lasted for five months – much longer than his bandmates bet it would. john bet four months, keith bet two, pete bet one. he was twenty-six at the time and blames the fickle nature on that.

he married again when he was thirty-two. it was a horrible one, though – not that he saw that at the time. he wound up having affair after affair as the “groupies threw themselves at [him]!” she was, understandably, cold to him after. rick was susceptible to breaking down while alone. she stopped answering his calls. they divorced when he was thirty-four and he included details of it in ‘the wall’, making sure his character seemed more like the villain than hers. he knew that he was responsible for it all.

his third marriage was when he was fifty-one. it lasted for five years, being the longest relationship in general that he’d ever had. truth be told, however, he never really felt anything for her. he’d felt a lot for his second wife, but he’d more than screwed that up. now that he was past the time of screwing things up, he realized the difference between love and lust. he didn’t love her. she had an affair and he figured that was reason enough to divorce without creating a story about his villainy, although a few stories were created about his hypocrisy, citing his second marriage.

rick has never once claimed that the beatles were a source of inspiration for him and will make that known if someone tries to bring it up. although he admires their work, no member ever said that they were inspired by the band. it was a cliché.

although he’s still considered an english native, he’s very into politics from all around the world. his most recent tour’s main theatrics centered around anti-trump messages. ask him about the politics of any country, though – he’ll give you his very informed opinion.

created a memorial for those who died in normandy landings and named it after his father. 

reconnected with his mother after he’d had the chance to really sort through his feelings about her – after the release of ‘the final cut’. he’s grateful he did before she died... seeing as she died one year after they reconnected. rip.

is in the rock ‘n’ roll hall of fame. what a cool guy.

there’s probs more that i’m missing but he’s?? a new character?? who 110% isn’t based on anyone at all just very original like my mind!! so original!! that said

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[makeup-wonder-woman]

Go Fish

A/N: I just noticed that I didn’t post this during the celebration.... so here it is... My Bad guys!

Uno, Back In

Prompt: Part Three (and probably final unless I get more than one person asking) of the Card series.

You had been working your new job for a few months now, you came to work you had coffee waiting for you at your desk, you worked until lunch where you had lunch with the other secretaries (okay, they were former SHIELD agents, and didn't look like secretaries, but still).  Before you went back to work until about five. You too the elevator down and went home, talking to Jarvis the whole way down and slowly getting over your fear of elevators. Some days you’d even get to see Doctor Banner if he wasn't too busy. It was nice, and it was routine.

Until the Tower was randomly attacked. The former SHIELD agents sprang into action as the tower shook. You wanted to dive under your desk and stay there, but as the other secretaries pulled out guns Had they been strapped this entire time?!? someone else entered the room. Doctor Banner, he nodded to them as they ran out and he reached for you, “Y/N, There you are,” he said and you fell into step with him as he guided you out of the lobby towards the emergency stairwell. “Come on, the emergency evacuation is enacted the moment the Tower is attacked, you have to get out of here.”

You looked back at Doctor Banner as you stepped through the doorway into arguably the soundest and most fortified part of the building, “What about you?”

Doctor Banner smiled, “I’ll be fine.” That was when you saw something fly towards the window that was behind him.

Your face fell when you saw it coming “Doctor Banner,” you said while you reached for him, to pull you inside the stairwell with you. Doctor Banner turned to look back by the time you had locked onto his arm, you pulled hims forward while he turned back, you saw green, then there was an explosion, you were knocked out with a loud roar and ringing in your ears.

You woke up in the hospital. You were fine-ish. You had a headache and could tell that there was a lot of bruises forming. You looked to the right to find none other than Natasha Romanov, otherwise known as the Black Widow, sitting by your bedside, You had seen her briefly, for a moment or two at the tower. She gave you a small smile, “Hello Y/N. How are you?”

You cleared your throat, “Very beat up, but otherwise, pretty okay.”

“Good,” she stood and went to get you a cup of water, “Well, from what I heard from the Doctor, you’ll be fine. The Big Guy took a lot of the damage.”

“Is he okay,” You asked taking the cup from her, “ I don't remember much…”

Natasha nodded, “Yeah, he made it out okay. So don’t worry about it, he actually handed you off to me and I brought you here.”

“Shouldn’t you have been helping,” You asked, one eyebrow raised.

“Oh, I did,” she smiled, like a mountain lion, you decided, pride radiation off of her, “did pretty well when I got back. But, thought I’d come check on you.”

“Thank you,” You said, finishing your water, “ I appreciate it.”

“No problem,” she noting as she left just as a doctor and nurse walked in to check you out before they dismissed you.

Your business went on as usual, until someone got footage of Hulk carrying you to the ground floor. Not only that, but Natasha approaching him and getting him to hand you over to her. Paparazzi and fans of Hulk wanted to get you pictures and interviews. You avoided them while trying to get through your daily routine.

Apparently, that was what made it easy for you to be grabbed on your way to work. You were dragged into that van kicking and screaming, you dropped your purse and got one good right hook to one of the attackers, but it didn't do much good.

You were terrified, lying on the cold surface of the van’s floor. They had zipped tied your wrists and ankled together. You realized you had lost one of your heels and that you had a bag over your head. They were speaking a foreign language, unlucky for you, you barely passed High School French so you were left in the dark both literally and figuratively. You tensed as the van screeched to a stop and was turned off. You heard the van doors open before they dragged you out and set you up on your feet. You kicked your other shoes off when you realized that you were going to have to walk.

Two men held your arms on each side and lead you through wherever you were. You listened, trying to get better gauge of everything, but all you could hear was the sound of all of your feet hitting the concrete. They lead you onto a new flooring, maybe tile? And the men moved closer to you, meaning you were going down a hallway. They stopped and manhandled you into a room with carpet, removing your hood as they went. You stumbled into the room, blinking at the bright light. The door slammed shut behind you and you went to look at it. You shot backwards and tried to open it, but it was locked. You then turned back and found yourself in a… police interrogation room? Or what had been one, it was old, and there was nothing in the room anymore. Maybe an old movie set or something? You racked your brain, trying to remember if any police stations had shut down…

“H-hello,” You called out, “Is anyone there?” Silence met you and you sighed.

You looked up a the camera and noticed that it was blinking, and live. You pursed your lips and went to the corner it was sitting in, trying to get out of view. You dug into your Dress’ pockets and was relived to find your UNO cards, and some sticky tack that you had grabbed on your way to work. It took you a few tries, but you had to leap up and neatly stuck the card onto the camera.

You then went to the corner and sat down the carpet and just waited.

You must have fallen asleep, because something shook the building and you startled awake. You last up and backed away to the back wall, getting as far away from the door as you could. It probably didn't take five minutes, but to you it felt like an eternity. When the door was ripped off of it’s hinges you let out a relieved sigh. Captain America set the door aside and Black Window rushed in, “Y/N? Are you okay?”

You nodded, “Y-yeah.”

Natasha nodded in relief and pulled out a pair of tennis shoes fro her bag, “Put these on,” You did, they were a bit big, and you heard a struggle from Captain America in the hallway and you figured that they would have to do. “Great, let’s go.” Natasha said as you stood and she grabbed your arm just as Captain America nodded to her that he hallway was clear.

“Do you know why they took me?” You asked as Natasha and the Captain ran down the hallway, leading you towards safety.

“Get Doctor Banner into a trap,” Natasha said as she pulled her gun out and checked the hallway that you were about to turn into. “Wanted to kill him.”

“He didn't come, did he?” You asked, your stomach swirling with a whole new fear.

There was a familiar roar and Natasha looked back at you with a smirk while you paled, “Does that answer your question?”

You all rushed down the hallway, Captain America bringing up the rear and guarding your back with his shield. He turned and in one fluid motion threw his shield as a man ran around the corner with his gun raised. You ducked as the shield came hurtling back, the Captain catching it with ease. Natasha stole the man’s gun and waved the two of you forward. You were suddenly aware that the roaring had stopped and you raced forward into the little indoor parking lot that held the same van though it was beat up and unrecognizable that had taken you. The Hulk crouched over the men and their back up, but he was looking around, as if searching for something. Iron Man stood off to one side with Hawkeye. You willed yourself to step forward, talking slow and purposeful movements, “Y/N stay back,” The Captain tried to warn you, and Hulk turned to look at you, locking his gaze onto you.

You didn't stop moving, slowly towards him, until you were an a few meters away from him. There would be no point in running, Hulk could clear the space between you easily. You smiled, “Hello. Do you remember me? I’m Doctor Banner’s friend.”

The Hulk slowly nodded. You gained a bit more confidence, “I’m glad you came to rescue me. But I’m safe now, I really appreciate it. I’m sure Doctor Banner will be too.” Hulk grunted in disbelief at that statement, but you kept pushing, “Can I maybe see him? You did really good today, you should probably go rest.”

Hulk seemed to mull it over for a moment, and then nodded. Everyone around you let out a collective breath of relief, and Hulk slowly shrank and become less green, revealing the good Doctor, thankfully dressed in some special pants that Tony had made. You caught him as he stumbled, smiling at hm as he gained full control of his body. “Hello,” he smiled at you.

“Hi.” You greeted sheepishly.

You were debriefed by Natasha and Steve when you returned to the Tower, You got your shoes back, and your purse. Your kidnappers had tried to make Doctor Banner guess which room you were in, using cameras that only picked up heat signals. You had soiled their plans by putting your UNO card on the camera, allowing JARVIS to detect the difference in the footage. You had been in an old abandoned film studio, which had plenty of rooms to stash you in.

Hulk had reacted violently when Doctor Banner had been told you were kidnapped, Doctor Banner held him off fairly well, until  they got your location. You were probably going to have to move into the Tower, to one of the civilian floors, your whole family was going to fave protective detail for a while.

You were sitting at your desk, having just gotten a ranting call from your parents. When Doctor Banner walked up to you, you straightened, “Doctor-”

Doctor Banner waved you off, “Please, call me Bruce, I’ve been meaning to tell you that for a while now.”

You smiled and nodded, “Okay, Bruce.”

Bruce seemed to startled himself and held up the cardboard drink container he had been holding, “here, I got you some coffee, i know it’s kinda late so  hope you dont mind that it’s decaff…”

You took the cup from his hands and it clicked in your mind once you noticed that they looked familiar, “Have… you been getting me coffee for the past month?”

Bruce looked sheepishly down at his own cup, “Um, yes? Does it bother you,” he started to stammer, “Cause I can stop, I just wanted to you know, make you feel welcome, and then it just turned into a thing-”

You waved him off, “Bruce, Bruce, it’s fine! That’s actually really sweet.”

Bruce blushed as you sipped you coffee, “R-really?”

“Yeah,” You assured him, “Really. So, I think I might have to move into the civilian apartments a few floors down. I guess this mean that we’ll actually have to get coffee together one day, huh?”

Bruce smiled, “Of course.”