#i am head over heels in love with so many people in these movies

[janitorhutcherson]

i'm totally NOT touch starved so IM TOTALLY NOT asking for peeta mellark and touch starved reader... totally NOT. (i love your writing sm ☺️)

i am FINALLY giving the people what they want!! i know this isn't a whole fic/imagine but instead headcanons, BUT! it is finally peeta. i promise there will be more peeta content in the future. im working my way through the movies again and im about to reread the books, i want to be accurate about his portrayal so y'all feel like its more realistic, but here is a lil taste of what is to come! i rly hope you enjoy <3 btw!! this takes place after EVERYTHING in the books. ur basically katiness.

• Peeta is a huge softy, he's cuddly, loving, affectionate, and definitely touch starved himself. He's the type of guy to mostly have his own contact with you in some way. Sometimes he will grip onto your arm, he'll have his arm around your shoulder or your waist, or even just grip onto your shirt. When you're sitting on the couch, he opts to sit hip to hip even when the entirety of the couch is empty. When you're not cuddling in bed, you're facing opposite sides, sleeping butt-to-butt. Even with that being said, sometimes Peeta needed some space, his own bubble. You, however, did not love that.

• This is exactly why it was somewhat difficult for Peeta to understand touchstarved!reader. Regardless of how close you were, you needed more. Anytime you're walking in the district, rather it's to pick up some ingredients for the bakery or simply a leisurely walk, if he opted not to hold on to you in some way, you'd freak a little. You'd grip onto his hand, either squeezing it in yours or holding onto his larger fingers.

• Whenever dishes were being done or chores were tended to, you would wrap your arms around his waist from behind or follow him at the heel. You were desperate for his attention, his affection, his touch. Without it, you felt cold and disconnected. His touch pleased the ache that prickled against your skin from years of desperately wanting to be held.

• At night, you'd squeeze up under his arm. Your head would be tucked into his armpit, your arms wrapped around him as you tugged him close, closing your eyes and taking in his smell. When you'd fall asleep facing away from each other, Peeta wouldn't even notice you flip over to face him once he was fast asleep, curling up against him, squeezing him tightly like your life depended on it.

• In all honesty? It felt like your life did depend on it. You were a tribute alongside with Peeta, you'd both been through hell and back together. You had nightmares and he was the only one that could ground them. Part of your touch starved desperation came from the times you were alone, afraid, for yourself, for your lover. It was difficult.

• A lot of nights Peeta would ensure he'd hold you close, all too aware that he was the cure to your nightly insanity. This made you feel better, softer, warmer. On days when you were simply cuddling in bed together, you felt like you couldn't get enough. Your legs would be tangled with his, your foreheads touching, arms wrapped around one another. But nothing felt good enough. In instances like these, you would climb into his shirt, sticking your head through the hole for his own head, one that was stretched out from the many times you'd done this, one he specifically designated as his lounge shirt for this reason. Other times you would both strip your clothes off, cuddling skin to skin while Peeta would stroke your hair, pressing soft kisses to your forehead.

• All in all, Peeta is a gentle and caring lover, understanding of your needs. He'd do his best to meet them, even when it meant staying glued to your hip. He loved you, the history you two had, the stuff you'd been through, and he'd do anything to ensure your happiness and your safety. After all, you were who saved him, who kept him grounded as well, the love of his life... but, his thoughts are for another story.

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[thedomesticanthropologist]

Man, in Halsins confession he is SO "I follow my heart wherever it goes, I go wherever nature wills me. Before we start anything you must know I don't want to take you away from anyone else, I don't want to stop you from being with other people or going wherever you go and you cannot stop me from being what I am"

So the very good communication, clear statement: I want a non exclusive connection with you where we share our bodies together but don't try to control each other's paths/decisions/relationships

And its like oh! That's cool. You're straight up, and this sounds like just a physical addition to our friendship, no strings attached, alright. He WAS clear that he sees love and sex as different (I've had many lovers but my heart does not stir easily, it stirs now) so he IS clear he has real feelings but it's presented fairly casually? And very like 'no big deal if you don't feel the same!"

But then you sleep with him.

And oh my GOSH I can't be the only one who saw that man fall HEAD OVER HEELS IMMEDIATELY. And be like, super insecure about it as well as super upfront? The dichotomy is intense!

He NEVER assumes you're going to choose him or want to be around him any more than usual, and seems genuinely grateful and surprised every time you do. It's like he was setting himself up to be a side piece whether you were in a relationship with someone else or not when this started BUT

He ALSO is very very open about his feelings. "My heart. My love. I was lost until you pulled back the veil." And many many more deeply, deeply felt words. He's in love, AND he kind of assumes this whole thing is temporary.

I say that because of his ending. He says he's leaving, and he's clear the way he was in the beginning - no matter his feelings, he goes where nature wills. So there's consistency there. But he is GENUINELY surprised and DELIGHTED if you say you want to come with him.

My analysis is that he never once let himself believe that he COULD have something more with the PC. He never changes who he is, he's always upfront- if he wants to take another lover at Sharess Caress or bang a friend he has that right and he genuinely wants the PC to do the same if that's what they want too, he doesn't want to get in the way and he doesn't want anyone getting in his way. But. But

His heart does not stir lightly. And it does now

I don't think he's fallen in LOVE in a long time, and he can't believe he's going to commitment from a partner, he thinks he's just going to get a taste of you before you move on.

Being Polyamorous doesn't mean not having dedicated partners, it means not trying to stop your partner from doing what they want. It means being free to sleep with others, and to not stop your partner from leaving if they choose to go elsewhere. The way he words it in the beginning sounds like he means " if passions fade you move on, you follow your heart where it leads"

He just never expects YOUR heart to lead to him

And when it does, he is so, so surprised and grateful and lucky and honored.

He's such a complex character and so different from how I've seen romances shown in video games, movies, books so far I really like him.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #halsin #just rambling thoughts #this may or may not make sense i didnt really have a point #halsin bg3 #halsin the druid

[kelcemenow]

Pleased To Meet You.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 1288

Warnings Literally nothing! This is super soft and fluffy.

Thank you to the Anon who sent this in! It's super cute and fluffy and just what I needed for a break from all of the smut! But don't worry, the smut will be back soon enough! "would you write a fic where kelce introduces reader to his parents & family 👀👀"

"I'm so nervous." You whimpered, shaking your hands in front of you in an attempt to dry your moist palms.

Travis rested his arms around your shoulders, pulling you in closer, "Baby, it's just coffee. Relax."

"It's coffee with your Mom! I know how important your family is to you, I just want her to like me."

"And they will." He pressed a warming kiss into your temple.

Your eyebrows clenched together, "Wait, what do you mean by 'they'?"

Travis took hold of your hand and walked a little faster, heading towards the coffee shop door, "Nothing, come on. Mom'll be here in a minute."

The heated air of the coffee shop washed over you and your hands instantly clammed up again. You wiped your palms against your sweater, silently scolding yourself for wearing something so warm. Looking around, you took a deep breath to try and calm yourself. The room was bright and welcoming, with soft leather sofas scattered around and old and black and white movie stills adorning the walls.

"What do you want, sweetie?" Travis asked over his shoulder to you.

"A vanilla latte...and an espresso."

He narrowed his eyes.

"What? I need the energy!" You shrugged.

Travis beamed a smile and you turned on your heels, noticing a cosy area in the corner of the room surrounded by hanging plants and warm lighting. As you walked towards it, you passed various groups of people; a smartly dressed man typing on his laptop, a trio of girls sipping iced coffees and giggling, an older couple sharing a blueberry muffin. You reached the corner, your fingers dancing across the top of the deep orange armchair when Travis appeared with your two coffees and a large cinnamon roll.

"Aww thank you baby! My favourite!" You cooed as you took hold of the plate.

Travis rocked back on his heel awkwardly, "Yeah, I got it so you would remember what a great guy I am."

"What does that mean?" You questioned.

Just then, the bell above the door rang and you glanced over to the entrance to see Donna, Travis' Mom walking over to you, a wide smile on her face. You stood up, smoothing down your skirt and running a hand through your hair.

"Hello hello hello!" Donna sang out.

"Hey Momma!" Travis called, walking towards her with his arms out-stretched.

Donna waved him away, her focus solely on you, "You can wait! I wanna meet this beauty first!" She grabbed onto your hands and looked you up and down, "Travvy, how did you get a girl like this?"

You giggled, "Pleased to meet you, Mrs Kelce."

Donna's eyes widened, "And polite too! Honestly sweetie, Donna is absolutely fine, but I appreciate it."

She pulled you in for a tight hug and you instantly relaxed.

"Uh...hello?"

Donna smiled as she turned around, "Oh stop your whining, how many times have you brought a girl home?" She laughed and buried her face in his chest, his large arms wrapped around her.

You loved seeing this side of Travis. He had made it clear that his family were incredibly important to him, and that he loved his Mom more than anything in the world. But to see him interact with her was special.

"Can I get you a coffee?" Travis said, still holding his Mom close.

"Oh, I thought you'd never ask! Just a cappuccino for me please." She let go of her 6 foot 5 inched son and stepped towards you, sitting down on the sofa.

You followed and sat next to her, her sweet perfume filling your nostrils and calming you further. She grabbed at your hands, smiling warmly.

"It really is so good to meet you, Travis has told me a lot about you."

You blushed slightly, "He's told me so much about you too, I feel like I know you already!"

"He's a good boy." She looked over to the coffee counter where Travis was waiting, "When he moved to Missouri a couple of years ago I was worried, of course, as any Mom would be. But he seems to have settled well. And now he's a got a good woman to keep him right."

You winked, "I'll try my best!"

"So, how long have you been dating?"

"It's a been a couple of months, so still really early days but it's going really well. He's a good guy."

Donna squeezed her shoulders upwards in elation, "I am so happy for the both of you!"

Your cheeks flushed again, Donna's warmth radiating to you. You looked up and watched as Travis waited patiently in the queue, occasionally glancing over to you and smiling so broad that his eyes disappeared into slits. You felt a strong flutter in the pit of your stomach, but this time it wasn't nerves, it was sheer happiness.

You chatted more with Donna, talking about your work, your family and your relationship so far when Travis finally arrived back with the cappuccino. His cell phone beeped in his pocket and when he checked it, his face subtly lit up. You narrowed your eyes, watching as he looked back towards the door.

"Is everything okay?" You asked.

Travis smiled and picked up his mug, "Sure." He glanced back at the door before turning to look at Donna, a sly grin forming on both of their lips.

"Okay, what's going on?"

Before either of them had chance to answer, the coffee shop door swung open and a large, bearded man walked in with a dark blonde haired woman in tow. His eyes were fully focused on Travis and they were heading straight for you. You shifted in your seat as another man followed, he was older and had white hair on his head and chin. Donna squeezed your hands whilst Travis gave you a guilty look.

"Heyyyyyy!" The first man shouted, grabbing Travis and slapping his back.

"Y/N, this is my brother Jason, his girlfriend Kylie and my Dad Ed."

You swallowed hard, your eyebrows raised, "Wow, I wasn't expecting to meet everyone at once!"

Travis laughed, "Hence the cinnamon roll. You're not mad are you?"

"No no!" You smiled, "This is awesome! It's so nice to meet you all." You quickly rose to your feet and greeted each of them with a warm embrace.

"Well, we thought whilst everyone was in town." Ed said as he pulled you closer.

Kylie moved around the table to sit with you and Donna, "Don't worry Y/N, I got the ambush too when me and Jason started dating. It's nice not to be the new girl anymore!"

You laughed, "Well, you're welcome! How long have you two been together?"

Kylie rested back on the sofa, "Around 6 months, so it's still fresh."

"You two can hold each others hands through the madness of dating a Kelce!" Donna quipped.

Jason's mouth dropped open in mock offense, "I heard that, Mom."

"I hope Travis is treating you well, Y/N." Ed smiled, "Speaking of which, how did Travis get a lovely girl like you to go out with him?"

"Damn...why does everyone keep saying that?" Travis asked, his hands in the air.

Donna sipped her coffee, struggling to keep herself from laughing. You pouted your lips to Travis, giggling under your breath. Jason covered his in an attempt to muffle his loud howl.

"It's a little cramped here with all of us now." Donna finished the rest of her coffee before standing up, "How about a big family barbeque at Mom's?"

"I heard that!" Ed shouted, slapping his stomach.

Travis looked over the table at you, his head titled and his eyebrows raised, "How about it?"

The familiar stomach flutter came back, stronger this time, "I would love to."

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I did this one a little different and set it somewhere around 2015, when Jason and Kylie first started dating, and Travis wasn't the big superstar that he is now. This was very cute to write as they seem like such an amazing family so I didn't struggle at all! To be on my Taglist, just let me know!

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[ninjadeathblade]

Nachos (a Nimona fanfic)

Summary: Nimona tags along on Ballister's nacho date with Ambrosius (set post-movie)

Warnings: A couple swears and that's about it

Word count: 1,050

Fluff with a tiny bit of angst

Author notes: Thanks you to @skating-is-cool for scheming with me on my other post about this. I didn't put loads of effort into this if I'm honest but I let the boys finally have their nachos together.

"You promise to behave?" Ballister asked nervously, refusing to go inside until Nimona agreed. The shapeshifter had been begging to come along with him to his date with Ambrosius. Ballister had reluctantly agreed, knowing that if he'd told her no she would've snuck along anyway. Nimona shrugged, rocking back and forth on her heels.

"I dunno. Maybe." She shot him a grin full of fangs, almost falling over before catching her balance again and leaning forward onto her tiptoes.

"Nimona, please," Ballister sighed, exasperation clawing at the inside of his skull as he brought a hand to his face to rub across his eyes. "This is the first time since…everything that me and Ambrosius have actually been able to go on a date." Ballister struggled to articulate it to her. Mentally, he understood that Nimona was over a thousand years old and had probably seen many people be in love. But he also had latched onto her as some kind of younger sibling or daughter to him, which meant he had to explain everything. "Because we've left the army now, I don't have to hide who I am as much. You should understand that."

"Yeah, I suppose so," Nimona replied, flashing him another smile. "C'mon then, let's go see your boyfriend." Ballister made to grab her shoulder before she headed into the bar but she weaved away from him, slipping through the door into the bar. Ballister gritted his teeth before following Nimona, a certain air of anxiety around him. He knew that Ambrosius still loved him, that hadn't changed. But would it be awkward? The last time they were here Ambrosius was trying to convince him to kill Nimona. Ballister mulled over his thoughts as he followed Nimona through the bar, not paying much attention to his surroundings.

"Hey handsome." Ballister jerked out of his thoughts at Ambrosius' voice, looking down at his lover. Ambrosius smiled softly up at him, moving over in the booth seat to make room for him. Ballister shot him a shy smile in return, sitting down beside him while Nimona took the seat across from him.

"You're sure you don't mind she's here?" Ballister whispered, resting his head on Ambrosius' shoulder.

"She's family, it's not like she wouldn't be here," Ambrosius responded, pressing a light kiss to the top of Ballister's head. Ballister closed his eyes, relishing in the feeling of safety. It hadn't been long since the queen had died but it felt like years of being on edge constantly.

"You know I can hear you two, right?" Nimona butted into the conversation and Ballister opened his eyes again, regarding her with a deadpan stare.

"You know you could let us be romantic together every now and then?" He retorted, earning a snort of laughter from Ambrosius. Nimona stuck her tongue out at him before turning her attention to something over his shoulder. She transformed into a mouse, scuttling across the table.

"Be back soon." Ballister sighed with relief, visibly sagging in his seat. As much as he loved Nimona, it did feel more than a little weird having her third-wheeling on his date. After all, she was like a daughter to him. And although he wanted to spend time with her, it felt strange to have her on his date with Ambrosius.

"May I get you anything sirs?" A waitress appeared almost out of thin air beside them.

"Nachos," the two of them said in unison.

"No olives. He's allergic," Ballister added, jerking a thumb at Ambrosius. The waitress nodded, walking away.

"You always have to specify, don't you?" Ambrosius teased, playfully poking Ballister in the side. Ballister laughed quietly, wrapping his prosthetic arm around Ambrosius' waist.

"I can't have you dying. Who would continue the Gloreth bloodline?" Ballister joked with a gentle squeeze to Ambrosius' hip. Ambrosius practically doubled over with laughter, banging his fist on the table a couple of times.

"Shit, Bal, you think I'd actually continue the bloodline?" Ambrosius questioned, eyes slightly teary from laughter as he looked up at Ballister. "The closest thing to a child that anyone is getting from me is Nimona. We are adopting her, right? I mean, I get she's technically older than us but she's still a child, you know?" Ballister placed a gentle kiss against Ambrosius' cheek.

"Yeah, if she's fine with it. I haven't asked her yet," Ballister told him, withdrawing his hand from its position around his lover, fidgeting with his hands under the table. The two of them fell into silence, something that had rarely happened in the time they'd known one another. The waitress returned, placing their bowls of nachos on the table and Ballister didn't know what to do.

"I'm sorry." Ambrosius broke the silence. Ballister glanced towards him, noticing the tear tracks down his cheeks. He was honestly unsure if they were from laughter or not. "I'm so sorry I didn't trust you. Or Nimona." Ballister placed his hand over Ambrosius', the dark metal contrasting against his light skin. "I didn't even try to listen to you when you explained."

"It's not your fault," Ballister assured him.

"But it is. If I'd listened, if I'd tried to help then maybe it wouldn't have turned out this way." Ambrosius skimmed his thumb across the back of Ballister's hand. "If I could then I'd change it all." Ballister brushed the tears away from Ambrosius' eyes, turning in his seat to face him.

"But if that happened then we wouldn't have our family," Ballister pointed out, pulling Ambrosius into a hug. The two of them sat there in the booth for a while, feeling grateful that despite everything they still had one another.

"These nachos are delicious, I see why you both keep coming back here." Ballister pulled away from Ambrosius slightly, glaring at Nimona. She was lying slightly across the other side of the booth, a bowl of nachos in her hands as she ate some of them.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Ballister swore. "Can you not see we're having a moment?"

"Yes. And I'm having nachos," Nimona replied, biting into another one. Ambrosius pressed a kiss against Ballister's temple.

"Leave her be. It's fine," Ambrosius said. Ballister smiled softly, pulling the second bowl of nachos towards him and his love.

"Yeah. It couldn't be better."

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[ttoddii]

"supportive"

pairing(s): bada lee x f!idol!reader

cw: FLUFF, no mention of y/n, lowercase intended, bad grammar (i'm sorry)

summary: your new song release is not doing well and bada help you out with it like a great girlfriend she is.

wc: 1.7k

a/n: i got too hyped up at the idea so now it's 2:51 am and i just finished it. but enjoy, ilyg 🥹🫶

ever since you were a kid, you had always look up to kpop idols, from girls generation, super juniors, 2NE1, you name it. you always want to stand under the lime light, you crave the feeling of being loved by many, you love to perform and you show your talent for it even at a young age.

you can sing well, dance well, you can even play a few instruments. it was like a sure thing for you to get into the industry. and you did. you debuted under SM entertainment as a soloist. at first, you were chose to be in a girl group, but then an incident happened, and your manager said that they decided to let you go solo.

being an artist under SM has it perks, like how you know your girlfriend through the company. bada lee is a well known choreographer, especially for SM artists. she had choreographed for so many artists under SM, to work with her was like a blessing to you at that time. she was chose to choreographed for your debut single, and she was also the one to teach you all the moves.

it would be an understatement to say you're attracted to her at that time. you were head over heels for bada. she is everything you dream of, the talent, the hard work, the way bada is always so caring towards others. bada is the definition of perfect for you. and like everyone else, you swoons over her in a heartbeat.

you just love how her fringes stick to her forehead when she dance, you love how she hug you so tightly when you did something good or to encourage you. and you so so love the way she smells.

so when you confessed to bada about your feelings. not expecting for her to even care about it. and she said yes.

oh it was like a dream come true.

of course you two have to keep it a secret. you being an idol and her being your choreographer (and also your teacher) is not a very great combo for people to find out.

but it's always fun to leave subtle hints.

like how you would post on instagram about your vacay in jeju island, and then a few days later bada would post about her being at the island too, wearing a scarf that you crocheted for her.

or like how you would be on live and she would just casually request to join in with you. and of course you accept it.

but as much as bada and you leave hints, your fans would always just brush it off, thinking that you guys are just very close friends.

you sometimes laugh about it with bada, your body would be engulf in her arms as you sit on her lap and you scroll on your phone to look at what people said about you guys.

but that day, the day after your comeback, when you guys are hanging out at bada's place and you were scrolling on your phone while bada hold you and search up a movie for the both of you to watch.

you stumble upon a post.

don't you guys think the new song of that one SM soloist is kind of bad?

curiously, you straighten up your back, knowing damn well the post is talking about you, because there was no other SM artist who had a comeback this month other than you.

your sudden tense figure doesn't go unnoticed by bada as she hug you from behind and pull you in so you can relax again. her head peak through from behind your shoulder to see what you're looking at.

"gosh these people", you mumble, your hand still scroll through the comments. and bada kiss your hair softly so you can keep your composure.

yea, definitely, i was really hoping to see her shine in this comeback, but honestly what is that? lolol

it's so hard to like the song, there's nothing good about it. and her voice? just...no

maybe she just doesn't have the talent, all she got is that pretty face of her.

and that is the last straw for you to turn off your phone and slump back to bada's embrace.

"why are they so mean?", you ask, your voice is obviously irritate, but this is an honest question. you don't get why people have to shame you over it, you don't get a say to what your company give you. and you definitely tried your best.

bada rest her head on your shoulder from behind, she give you a kiss on the crook of your neck as she said slowly "sometimes people just have different opinions" and you know that, you know fully well about that. being an idol means you have to accept criticism, and there would be many people who would just not like it even when you tried your hardest.

you turn around to face bada, you pout and get all work up like you're about to break a leg.

"but they don't have to be so mean! i did try my best!" you said, your hands cupping bada's face as she chuckle. you furrow your brows, clearly not loving the situation at hand.

of course she knows you tried your best, being your girlfriend and the one to help you out with your dancing skill. bada is the one who would know, because even when everyone turn their backs to you, bada will still protect you no matter what. she knows how hard you work, how passionate you are about what you do.

"i know princess" she said softly as she takes your hand in hers and give it a light kiss. but that wasn't enough for you to stop thinking about all the comments from the post. all the things they said creeping up your nerves.

"they said i'm just a pretty face and don't have any talents" you scoff. and bada once again pat your head to give you comfort. she knows you just want her to comfort you right now rather than to give you any more criticism.

"it's not like everyday they could have the priveledge to look at your pretty face like me" bada said, her face getting closer to yours and she give you a kiss on your left cheek. it was sweet, how she comfort you, always so soft and gentle, always make sure to get all touchy with you so you would feel like you're loved.

"you don't get it! they said i'm just a pretty girl, and i can't sing at all? what about all the hard work i put into this comeback? and all the voice training i have to do?" you pout, crossing your arms as bada hug you tightly. it's really irritating for you, you don't just work your ass off everyday for people to give all the credits to your face. as if you didn't try to be better every comeback.

"alright alright, you shouldn't be stressing about it, everyone have different opinions, i think that your comeback song is great!" she cheer you up (or at least an attempt to cheer you up), and you sigh, decide not to pester into it anymore, after all it would not do you any good if you think about it too much.

you still got a whole week of promotion for the song, all the shows you have to attend in an attempt for your song to be well known. and so you decide to just relax into bada's arm, letting her comfort engulf you as you guys watch a movie to keep your mind occupy.

after the incident, you basically doubt that your song would have the love of everyone. so it was very suprising for you to see how everyone listen to the song and repost it. of course, the first person you rush to share the new is none other than your girlfriend. you jump at the sight of bada. basically cling to her as you wrap your arms around her neck.

"baby baby, do you see this? it went viral!" you exclaim excitingly as you give a whole lot of kisses to bada's face. not really caring that you guys are at SM and not at your houses. but to your defense, it was an empty hallway and you were excited, so who even have the heart to just cut off your fun when your eyes shine so brightly.

"yea yea i see" bada laugh as she put you down. shuffling your hair as you shriek in happiness. your eyes again radiating how happy you are, and the sight of that make bada so relieved as you had been in a bad mood for the whole promotion week.

"i really wonder why it got viral though, they were hating on it just a few days ago", you state, not that you hate it, you just wonder why. seeing you deep in thought make bada chuckle a bit, she likes you when you're furrowing your brows trying to figure out something.

she finds it endearing when you do it, thinking you're too cute when you try to think hard on something. and then she would just comfortably slide in a comment that may or may not give you an answer to your question.

"maybe someone used your song and it got viral", bada said, chuckling and shuffling your hair. she likes your hair, it's soft and always smell so good. she lean down to kiss on top of your head and then exclaim "i got to go, have to start on a new dance project, i'll see you soon", and she winks at you after saying that.

you nod and wave at her, bada's words still screw into your mind.

'someone used your song and got viral'

you ponder upon the idea for a bit before you search up your song's name on social media. and of course the first thing you see is bada dancing to it with a twist of her own choreography. the views are 2 millions and of course there are many reposts.

a lot of people like her choreography and use the song to make it like a challenge, some even use the song to create their own choreography.

just looking at your phone screen make you smile brightly. your girlfriend really did go through great length just to make you happy huh?

"god, the woman you are, bada." you breath out softly and giggle.

#bada lee x reader #bada lee #bada lee x y/n #swf2 x reader #bada fluff #bada x reader #fluff #⟢ tod's chaos

[bree-cheesy]

Forbidden Pleasure

Joseph Quinn x fem!reader

A/N: So here I am with another fic after like almost a month. Sorry y'all. I get excited to write for like a week then don't want to for a month. Hope I make up for my absence. And I hope you guys like the fic. Took me a lot of effort to make honestly.

SIDE NOTE: Messed something up so I had to delete and repost! Sorry!!

Credit to @nowadayz for the gif

Warnings: SMUT 18+!!! Minors just go away. (dirty talk, mutual pining, intense kissing, slight sub and dom themes but only if you squint, fingering, unprotected p in v sex, cockwarming mentions, finger sucking.) Some fluff, co-star friends to lovers, not very plot heavy, reader and Joseph practice kissing for a scene. No use of Y/N. Think that's it. It's not proof read either.

Word Count: 2093

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Joseph was your costar. You both were starring in a romance movie about two ex lovers. They were separated when they went to college and recently ran into each other when your character got a new job in the character’s old town. It was pretty cliche, but it was your first film you were starring in so you were excited. Joseph played the love interest. It was your first film where you had to act out a sex scene. You were so unprepared. It’s not like you’ve never been with someone intimately, but acting a sex scene was so much different then actually having sex.

Joseph was nothing, but kind to you about the whole thing. He knew you were nervous about it and was super supportive. He was nervous himself because he was too afraid to admit he was attracted to you. He was head over heels for you almost. He wanted to make the whole scene perfect for you because he had a small amount of hope something would happen between you both. He would have to wait to say anything until filming was ended because you both could be kicked from the movie. He didn’t want that for you.

You were in your trailer, preparing for the scene. It was only you and Joseph and the filming crew on set that day, but you were still nervous. What if you were bad at it? What if you forgot to brush your teeth beforehand? Thoughts were zooming through your head so bad that you almost missed the knock on your trailer door. You got up and opened the door. Joseph was standing there.

“Oh, hey Joe.” You let him in and shut the door behind him. Your palms felt sweaty around him. He was hard to be around. It was almost intimidating.

“Hey, just thought I’d check on you before the scene. See how you’re feeling.” Joseph ran his hand through his hair and gave you a weak smile. Even if the smile was fake, it was still beautiful. God, that smile. It was something you saw in your mind at almost every waking moment. Completely tormenting you all day every day. Everything about it was perfect. Not to mention his eyes. Goddamn he was just a beautiful man. “Hey, you there?”

You shook out of your thoughts and looked up at him, gulping nervously. “Yeah, yeah. I’m nervous honestly.” You walked back to the desk you were at and sat down. “Scared I’ll do bad. Haven’t really had very many praises on my kissing skill in my life.” Joseph looked at you confused. You shook your head. “It’s not important. Don’t worry about it.”

Joseph sat down on your couch in the corner, sitting back and manspreading in a way that made chills go down your spine. You usually hated when men did that. Why is it so attractive when he does it? “I understand. I haven’t necessarily had complaints about my skills, but it’s different in front of a camera. Always a little nerve wracking.” He smiled at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Especially when the girl you’re kissing is pretty.”

You blushed and rolled your eyes, peeking at the time on your phone. “It’s no secret that people don’t want me to do this movie. There have been complaints since before we started filming. One little mess up and I’m fucked, Joe.” You groaned and held your head in your hands. Joseph rolled his eyes.

“Don’t even worry about that. You’re gonna do fine.” Joseph looked at you, an idea suddenly crossing his mind. It was a stretch so he was scared to even ask the question, but you looked desperate. “Uhm, we could practice.” You looked up at him confused. Practice? Practice what? Fake sex?

“Practice?” You asked, still terribly confused.

“Yeah, like practice kissing or something. Like, if you’re so worried you’ll mess it up, we can practice to see how we work together.” He shrugged and sat forward a little. “In my opinion, it’s worth a shot.”

You bit your lip nervously, your cheeks heating up. Kissing Joe out of character? What was he thinking? This is dangerous. Who knows what would happen between you two? The attraction between you two was undeniable. The kiss could spark something dangerous. Something forbidden. “A-Are you sure?” Your voice was meek and shaky.

He nodded and stood up. “If you don’t want to, we don’t have to. Not gonna force you to do it.” He held his hand out and you took it, standing up in front of him. “Look, you set the pace. If that means I don’t touch you, or if there's no tongue, I don’t care. All up to you. I want you to be comfortable.” He looked so kind and gentle. You are lost now. Unable to let the chance of feeling his lips not in front of a camera pass up. It was a need. Not a want. A need. A need clawing at your insides that was getting almost too much to handle.

“U-Uhm, okay.” you gulped nervously and he smiled.

“Okay, what’s the rules then, m’lady.” He held his hands out like one of those wooden dummies you’d draw. “Guide my hands wherever.” You pouted a little and gently took his hands, putting them on your waist. Seemed like a secure spot. He’d have a grip on you in case the kissing was just too much and you passed out.

His hands flexed against your waist, aching to slide under your t-shirt so he could feel your skin. He needed more, but he was going to stay true to his word. The pace of this was up to you. He looked down at you with such patience that it almost made you melt into a puddle at his feet. You usually were not the kind to want to bend at every command a man gave, but for him, you’d do almost anything. His head went down a little, just to get closer so it wasn’t awkward trying to start the kiss. His breath gently fanned against your lips. It smelled minty with a slight hint of cigarettes. It was sinful.

Gently, you pressed your lips to his. His hands tightened ever so slightly on your waist and you stepped closer. Mentally cursing at yourself for kissing like a scared teenager, you deepened it ever so slightly. Both your eyes fluttered shut, noses bumping a little. He couldn’t stop himself. Your lips were just too soft. He needed more. He pressed his lips harder against yours and you let out a soft whimper, pressing more against him. He wouldn’t go too far. Not unless you did. He felt your tongue gently swipe his bottom lip and he opened on a sigh, hugging his arms around your waist.

Reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck, the kiss turned sloppy. Hot and wet. Teeth clashing. It was primal. A need deep down in the both of coming out after one simple kiss. You moaned into his mouth when he pressed you up against the wall, slotting his mouth hard over yours. You were so fucked. So absolutely mega fucked. He tasted like pure sin. Better than anything you could’ve imagined.

His hands went down to your ass and squeezed softly, groaning and slotting his thigh between your legs, making your knees buckle and fall into him. His hands went down your belly and roughly unbuttoned your jeans. You wiggled your hips slightly as he stuck his hand inside, welcoming the gesture with open arms. His fingers slid to your aching pussy which was now completely soaked. It always was when you thought about him.

“Fuck… so wet…” Joseph groaned into your mouth and moved down to kiss your neck. His fingers found your clit in record time and you moaned a little louder than intended. Just as he was about to go further, your phone rang. He gasped and pulled away. You scrambled to grab the phone and looked at the contact. It was the producer. He was calling you to get ready for the scene. Joseph fixed his clothes and you hastily buttoned your pants back up. No words were spoken between you two and you both awkwardly walked to hair and makeup.

--2 hours later--

The tension was sizzling between you two after the scene. Everyone could tell, but no one was going to say anything. As you got back to your apartment that night, your phone buzzed. It was a text from Joe. You bit your lip nervously and looked at it.

Joey: You better open your front door.

Confused, you opened it and were met with Joseph standing there, out of breath and holding onto the doorframe. Before you could get a word in, he rushed at you, kissing you with such urgency you'd 've been convinced the world was ending. You weren’t going to stop it, though. His hands ripped your shirt and pants off before picking you up and carrying you to the couch. Your ass landed in his lap facing away from him. You took a deep and much needed breath. You hadn’t really gotten one since he tackled you.

He kissed your neck while you shimmed your panties down your legs. His hand went between your thigh and he groaned into your ear. “God, the most perfect pussy…” His middle and ring finger slipped through your soaking folds making you whine and squirm in his lap. He lightly slapped your thigh. “Be a good girl and hold still.”

You nodded and whimpered softly, lolling your head back against his shoulder. He gently rubbed your clit, whispering dirty nothings in your ear, slowly making you come undone. You felt his hard on growing under your ass, making it so hard to not wiggle against it. His fingers were so gentle and talented. Your body quivered against his chest, breath coming out in hard pants. “Joseph… I need.. please!” You whimpered, feeling yourself getting close.

“Cum for me, baby… I want to see it.” he slipped his middle finger inside your pussy, his thumb working against your clit in time with his finger’s thrusts. You felt yourself squeeze around his fingers, Joseph whispering encouragements into your ear. Finally, you cried out and came hard around his finger. He pulled his finger out and pressed it against your lips. You sucked on it obediently, wanting to please him. He reached down between you two and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling his aching cock out.

“Joseph… please….” You whined, wiggling against his cock. You just wanted him inside you. He wouldn’t even have to move, just put it inside you and let you warm his cock. Anything for him. He gently lowered you onto his cock, stretching you out so good. It was a little painful, but it felt so good at the same time. It was a forbidden feeling running through your whole body. Without even thinking, you started bouncing on his cock. It wasn’t even something you knew you were doing.

He grabbed your hips and helped you up and down his cock, grunting and groaning. Your moans echoed through your apartment, a beautiful song only you two would be able to make. You pressed your palms on his knees and rode him harder, whining and moaning, your eyes shutting at his tip pressed against the spot inside you that made you weak.

“That’s it, baby. Use my cock… Use it, baby…” Joseph slapped your ass, making you yelp and go faster, chasing the release you so desperately needed. Joseph moved his hips up against yours, meeting your thrusts and driving you wild. He felt your pussy walls clench around his cock and gritted his teeth. “S-So tight…” Joseph stuttered out.

“I-I’m gonna cum, Joe-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before cumming hard for the second time. Joseph groaned and felt his release snap, filling you up. You fell back against his chest, your breath coming out shaky and hard. Your eyes shut and your hand went back to behind his head, snaking your fingers through his curls. He breathed heavily and gently lifted you off his cock, setting you back down on his lap, too tired to get up. Turning his arms, you snuggled into his chest and fell asleep. He just hugged you close and shut his eyes.

It was a forbidden thing for the two of you. No one would know until they had to. Forbidden, but so amazing. Forbidden pleasure.

#joseph quinn #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn fic #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x fem!reader smut #joseph quinn x fem!reader #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn fluff #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #friends to lovers #smut #my work

[beebotea]

☁️ ˖⁺ thinking of bf!xiao

pairing: xiao x gn!reader genre: fluff cw: mention of arguments, minor lack of communication trope i.e.: bf!xiao headcannons

bf!xiao who always reminds you to text him when you get home to make sure you're safe

bf!xiao who holds the door for you when you enter or exit any store or vehicle

bf!xiao who covers any sharp corners of tables or desks when you need to duck down to grab something you dropped

bf!xiao who finds himself staring at you one too many times, but he can't help it because you're too pretty

bf!xiao who prefers to call or ft over texting because he's worried that his texts will come across too dry

bf!xiao who has a habit of breaking into your house unannounced because with one of the spare keys to your home (but at least he always brings food)

bf!xiao who likes to drape himself over your lap like a cat when you're sitting on the couch or in your bed to get your attention

bf!xiao who used to not like pda bc it always made him too flustered and would much prefer to hold you in the privacy of your homes

bf!xiao who is possessive and easily gets irritated at people who can't seem to keep their eyes to themselves

bf!xiao who got over his distaste for pda and started to hold your hand more often

bf!xiao who now makes it a point to show that you're taken by him and only him (sometimes, if he's feeling extra happy, he'll give you a hug in public *gasp*)

bf!xiao who idly plays with your fingers when you're watching movies or shows together

bf!xiao who has your quirks and expressions memorized so well that he can practically read your mind

bf!xiao who tries his best to be a better person worthy of your love

bf!xiao who's emotions and self-consciousness will occasionally get the best of him

bf!xiao who often storms off and will disappear for a day or two when your (rare) arguments get heated

bf!xiao who avoids you when he's upset because he's afraid of lashing out and saying things he doesn't mean

bf!xiao who returns with an arm full of gifts, your favourite treats, and a handwritten letter to apologize because he thinks he's bad with words

bf!xiao who pays careful attention to everything you talk about and keeps tabs on what you want or wish for

bf!xiao who has a tough time expressing himself but deeply appreciates how patient you are with him

bf!xiao who pulls you into a tight hug when you forgive him, holding you as if you would dissipate in his arms if he let go

bf!xiao who never says it but loves cuddling

bf!xiao who likes being both the big and little spoon and loves it when you rest your head in the crook of his neck

bf!xiao who has a habit of worming his hand under your shirt to seek out more warmth, but never pushing your boundaries unless you let him

bf!xiao who pulls you back into his lap by the waist if he's not done cuddling you yet

bf!xiao who begins to whisper everything he loves about you as you hold each other

bf!xiao who always asks for permission to kiss you

bf!xiao who's kisses start gentle when you give him the "ok" but eventually gets more greedy as his tongue pushes past your lips

bf!xiao who can't help but pull you closer so he can kiss you for longer

bf!xiao who reluctantly pulls away for air

bf!xiao who caresses your cheek gently when he stares so lovingly into your eyes

bf!xiao who nuzzles closer into your touch as you card your fingers through his soft dark hair

bf!xiao who falls asleep in your arms to the gentle sensation with the prettiest smile gracing his complexion

bf!xiao who is absolutely head over heels for you

a/n: im so normal for him :| (i am currently going feral and foaming at the mouth for this man as you are reading this) i love him so much T-T

#beebotea*✲ﾟ*｡⋆ writes #genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin xiao #xiao x reader #xiao #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin impact xiao #genshin x y/n #genshin x you #xiao x you #xiao x y/n

[waitimcomingtoo]

As It Was

pairing: Tom Holland x Actress!Reader

Synopsis: you have a personal rule against dating co-stars that causes tension in your friendship with Tom (ft. Harry styles)

Masterlist

“You two obviously have an incredibly chemistry onscreen, so I have to ask. Has that chemistry led to anything offscreen?”

You sucked in a sharp breath but kept your smile as you looked over at Tom. He looked at you too, biting back a smile from knowing how much you hated that question.

“You know, you’re the first person to ever ask us that question.” You said through a forced smile.

“Am I?“ The journalist asked you.

“She’s being sarcastic.” Tom chuckled. “That’s just about the only question we get asked. That and “what kind of underwear do you wear under the suit.”

“You do get that a lot.” You laughed, hoping to change the subject.

“Well that’s what the people want to know.” The journalist said. “So is there anything going on between the two of you that we should know about? Any secret romance?”

“Oh my God.” You mumbled a little louder than you meant to. Tom felt his cheeks heat up but kept quiet.

“I’ll take that as a no?” The journalist chuckled.

“I’m sorry. I really don’t mean to be rude. I’m just tired of being asked that question over and over. Why does everyone think I’m dating my costar?” You laughed and tried not to sound as annoyed as you felt.

“Oh no.” Tom chuckled. “Here we go again.”

“It’s just annoying. I feel like the Zac Efron rumors stopped two days ago and now this?” You sighed and gestured between you and Tom.

“You are Zac did seem pretty close during your press tour.” The journalist said, making jealousy rise up in Tom’s chest. You had assured him multiple times that you and Zac were never anything more than friends, but he had spent too many sleepless nights watching compilations of Zac flirting with you in interviews to not be bothered by that statement.

“Because we’re good friends and we were promoting a movie together.” You shrugged. “That doesn’t mean we were together.”

“So you never dated Zac?” The journal asked you as Tom’s jaw tightened.

“Nope.” You shook your head. “Not even a little.”

“And you’re not dating Tom?” The journalist asked, making you let out another little sigh.

“Nope.” Tom answered for you. “Not even a little.”

“I don’t date co-stars. Ever. It’s my only rule.” You said simply, making Tom’s heart sink a little.

“Why not?” The journalist wondered.

“I just don’t believe in mixing my work and my personal life like that. It gets too messy. I set that boundary when I first started acting and I’ve always stuck to it.”

“So you’d never date a co-star?”

“Never.” You shrugged. Tom looked down at his lap so the cameras wouldn’t catch the disappointment on his face. He knew you felt that way, but it hurt to hear you say it.

“What about you, Tom? Would you?” The journalist asked.

“If I loved her, I would.” Tom said with a sad smile. You looked over at him and felt guilt rise in your chest.

“Well that’s different. I could ignore a crush on a co-star for the sake of keeping things professional. But love is love. You can’t ignore love.” You said as you looked over at Tom.

“Yeah. I agree.” Tom said as he gave you a soft smile. You held eye contact for a minute before looking away.

After a long day of press junkets, you and Tom went back to his hotel room together. You kicked off you high heels and flopped onto Tom’s bed while he changed into his pajamas.

“That interview from today was posted and people are already over analyzing they way we look at each other.” You sighed as Tom sat beside you on the bed.

“I saw that. How many times can people post a picture of us with the caption “get you someone who looks at you the way Tom Holland looks at Y/n L/n” before they get tired of it?”

“Or “the way he looks at her”.” You said added and made heart eyes at Tom.

“I want what they have.” Tom sighed dramatically and put his hand over his heart. You both laughed and laid down beside each other on his bed.

“I just don’t understand the logic. Surely the journalists know that every interviewer before them has asked us if we were dating. Why do they all think they’re gonna be the ones to finally get us to admit it?” You asked as you looked over at him.

“You’re really bothered by this, huh?” Tom asked, hoping his tone didn’t reveal how disappointed he felt.

“I don’t know. It’s just so annoying.” You sighed. “I want people to know me for my work, not for my supposed boyfriend. I’m not Harry Styles ex. I’m not Tom Holland’s “rumored girl”. I’m me. If that’s not interesting enough, then don’t talk to me.”

“Everybody gets asks about their love life. It’s part of the job.”

“I know. But you don’t get asked who you’re dating nearly as much as I do. I feel like no cares about the work I put into my characters. They only care about if I’m dating my costar. Why do I even bother being in this business if I will never be seen for my talent? All I’ll ever be is a love interest. And that’s really frustrating.” You sighed and looked up at the ceiling. Tom stayed silent as he listened to you let your feelings out. He reached over and put his hand on top of yours to let you know he was there for you. You smiled softly and put your free hand over his.

“I’m sorry for ranting. I just never want to be reduced to someone’s girlfriend. That would never happen to you or any other guy. Nobody refers to you as “Y/n’s boyfriend” or “Y/n’s new man”. It’s not fair.”

“Excuse you. I refer to myself as that all the time.” Tom scoffed.

“You know what I mean.” You laughed. “It’s such a double standard. You get to shine on your own but I always have to be tied to some guy to be relevant. They call you Tom, star of the Marvel franchise and call me Y/n, his rumored girlfriend in the same sentence. It’s all such bullshit.”

“It is bullshit.” Tom agreed. “Next time you get asked if you’re dating me, you should just punch the interviewer right in the face.”

“Tom.” You laughed and playfully swatted his arm.

“I’m serious.” He insisted. “That’ll send a message to all other journalists that you’re not to be messed with.”

“Yeah. Maybe I should.” You chuckled and looked up at the ceiling again. Tom looked at you for a minute before propping himself up on his elbow. He cupped your chin and moved your face to look at him.

“Hey.” He said softly. “I see the way you shine. I see your talent. And I see how hard you work. You’ve never been just a love interest to me.”

“Thanks.” You returned the smile. Tom gulped a little and started to lean in as your eyes fluttered shut. Before your lips could touch, someone knocked at the door. You quickly sat up as Tom moved away from you.

“Are you guys ready for dinner?” Jacob called through the door. You and Tom slowly made eye contact and exchanged flustered smiles.

“We should…” You trailed off and nodded towards the door.

“Yeah. Let’s go.” Tom faked a smile and got off the bed. You left the hotel and avoided eye contact all the way to the restaurant. Tom tried to push the almost kiss from his mind as the cast sat down to dinner. He kept trying to make eye contact with you from across the table. You were still rattled from almost breaking your rule that you couldn’t look at Tom. You all went out to a bar afterwards for drinks and once you had some alcohol into you, you were ready to talk to him again.

“Does this eyebrow ever go down?” You asked as you smoothed Tom’s eyebrow down with your thumb.

“Don’t make fun of it.” Tom drunkenly whined. “This is a bully free zone. And you know I can’t fix it.”

“This is not a bully free zone.” You laughed and wrapped an arm around his neck. “And I didn’t say I wanted you to fix it. I love it. It’s my third favorite thing about your face.”

“Third?” Tom chuckled as he wrapped his arms around your waist to hold you closer.

“After your crooked nose and eyes, duh.” You playfully rolled your eyes. Your gaze slowly drifted past Tom and your smile fell.

“Oh shit.”

“What?” Tom wondered and turned his head to look in the direction you were looking in.

“My ex is here.” You whispered harshly and pointed to a man.

“Your ex is….” Tom trailed off when his eyes landed on Harry Styles.

“Wait, your ex boyfriend is Harry Styles?” Tom asked. “Harry fucking Styles?”

“Yeah. You knew that. We’ve talked about this multiple times.”

“I thought you were kidding!” Tom exclaimed. “This whole time, I thought that was a joke.”

“It wasn’t a joke. Who do you think his last album was about?” You snorted and let go of Tom as you started to walk away.

“You’re going over there?” Tom asked as he gently caught your wrist.

“Well I gotta say hi.” You insisted. “We ended things on good terms.”

“Can I come with you?” Tom asked as he nervously looked between you and Harry.

“Why? Jealous?” You teased.

“Extremely. That’s Harry fucking Styles!” Tom exclaimed, making you laugh.

“I know it is. And since I used to be fucking Harry Styles, I gotta go say hi.” You said as you pulled Tom over to Harry. Tom stood back and watched nervously as you squeezed Harry’s arm.

“Hey.” You smiled warmly.

“Oh hello, love. Long time no see.” Harry grinned and pulled you into a hug that lasted way too long for Tom’s liking.

“I know. Your hair was down to your shoulders last time I saw you.” You said as you reached up to touch his hair. Tom was too drunk to handle the situation reasonably and started to sweat.

“Yeah. It was time for a change.” Harry replied as his eyes drifted over to Tom. Tom cleared his throat and put his hand on your back as he held out a hand.

“Hi. I’m Tom.”

“Nice to meet you, mate.” Harry said as he shook Tom’s hand.

“Nice to meet you too. You two have a new movie coming out soon, right?” Harry asked as he took a sip of his drink.

“Yeah. We’re on the press tour now.” Tom said as he put an arm around you.

“I see. Maybe our characters will share a screen one day.” Harry said as he took notice of the way Tom was holding you.

“Oh yeah. I forgot Harry fucking Styles is in the Marvel universe.” Tom said, mostly to himself.

“What was that, mate?” Harry asked.

“Nothing.” Tom said quickly.

“Right. I actually saw you when you first walked in but I didn’t want to interrupt anything. Are you two here on a date?” Harry asked in a casual tone. Both of your faces fell as you thought back to the near kiss in the hotel earlier.

“Don’t answer that.” Harry chuckled. “Your faces told me plenty.”

“Well we should probably get back to our table. It was good to see you.” You said as you squeezed Harry’s hand.

“It was good to see you too, love. Take care.” Harry said and leaned in to kiss your cheek. Tom watched with a clenched jaw but kept his mouth shut.

“Bye Tom.” Harry winked.

“Bye Harry fucking Styles.” Tom mumbled.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch that.” Harry said and leaned in to hear Tom better.

“I just said bye.” Tom faked a smile before leading you away.

Once you left the bar, Tom went back with you to your hotel room to make sure you got in okay. He sat on your bed while you took your makeup off in the bathroom. You came out a few minutes later with a clean face and dressed in the hotel bath robe. Tom felt his heart speed up at the sight of you and gulped.

“Can I ask you something?” He said before he lost his nerve.

“Yeah. Anything.” You said as you set out your outfit for the next day.

“How did you two end up together?” Tom asked. “You and Harry?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “We were young and kept running into each other at different red carpets and events. He asked me out at one of them and I said yes.”

“Wow.” Tom chuckled dryly. “Was that before or after you made your no dating co-stars rule?”

“After.”

“Hm.” Tom said shortly as he chewed on the inside of his cheeks.

“What?” You wondered. “What are you not saying?”

“Nothing. I just think your rule is dumb.” Tom said without looking at you. You stopped touching your clothes and kept your back to Tom.

“It’s not dumb.” You said quietly. “I have the rule for a reason. Relationships are tricky and they’re even harder in the public eye. Somebody always gets hurts. And I’d rather avoid the awkwardness of having to play lovers onscreen with someone I used to date.”

“Is that why you didn’t date Zac?”

“I didn’t date Zac before I didn’t want to date Zac.” You chuckled softly. Tom gulped a little before getting to what he really wanted to ask you.

“Is that why you won’t date me?” He asked quietly. You slowly turned around but kept your eyes on the ground.

“We shouldn’t have this conversation.”

“I need to have this conversation.” Tom said as he got off your bed. He walked over to you and cupped your face so that you would look at him. He opened his mouth to speak and you quickly put your fingertips over his lips.

“Please don’t say it.” You whispered. “Don’t say what you want to say. It’s just gonna complicate things.”

“I want to complicate things. I want you.”

“It’s just gonna mess things up. Wouldn’t you rather be friends forever than boyfriend and girlfriend for a little while?”

“Who says we’ll only last a little while?” Tom asked as he played with the belt of your robe.

“Nothing lasts forever, Tom. You know that. We work really well as friends. I don’t want to mess that up.”

“You don’t want to even try?” Tom asked sadly.

“Of course I want to try. I just don’t want to fail.” You said as you looked into his eyes.

“Maybe we won’t fail.” He smiled weakly. You let out a sigh and took his hand in yours.

“I just don’t want to end up hating each other.” You said as you looked at your intertwined hands.

“I could never hate you.” Tom insisted. You looked up at him and gave him a sad smile.

“I could never hate you either.”

“So love me instead.” He said as he took a step closer to you. Your nose scrunched up and you let out a short laugh.

“That was pretty cliche.” You told him.

“But it’s working, isn’t it?” Tom asked as he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours with every word.

“Maybe.” You gulped as you eyes stayed on his lips. Before your lips could touch, you pulled your head back and covered your lips with your hands.

“Nope. I’m not gonna kiss you. I would never kiss you.”

“You wouldn’t?” Tom asked coyly.

“Nope. I don’t even want to.”

“You don’t?” Tom asked as he leaned in even closer.

“No.” You lied. “Because I don’t feel anything for you. I can’t. I don’t date my costars. It’s my one rule.”

“Can’t you break it? Just this once?” Tom dropped his playful tone and genuinely pleaded with you. You almost gave in, but you just couldn’t do it.

“I can’t. I’m sorry. I just can’t.” You said apologetically. Tom withdrew from you as his eyes fell to the floor.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then, darling.” He said as he gave you a sad smile.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” You said quietly, beginning to rethink your decision. Tom left without another word and went back to his hotel room. He immediately got out his laptop and googled Harry’s name.

“What makes you so special?” Tom mumbled as he scrolled through some articles on Harry. He came upon a headline that made his heart stop.

“Ed Sheeran reveals Harry Styles has a huge penis.” Tom read off his screen. He slammed his laptop shut and let out an angry sigh.

“Harry fucking Styles.” He muttered.

The next day, you and Tom sat beside each other at a press junket. There was an icy tension that neither of you addressed out loud. You both silently agreed not to talk about the day before for the sake of the press tour.

“I’m sitting here with Tom Holland and Y/n L/n, stars of the latest installment in the Marvel franchise. I have to ask you, is it weird to play a couple on screen when you’re such good friends?” The journalist. You and Tom blinked a few times in surprise, neither of you wanting to be the first to answer that question. You exchanged a quick look before turning back to the journalist.

“I think it was a little awkward first but it comes pretty naturally to us now.” You answered and hoped that would be sufficient.

“And that never carried over to real life? You know, since it comes so naturally to you?”

You gulped at the question and tried to keep a neutral face when you felt like screaming on the inside. It was the worst possible question at the worst possible timing.

“I think it comes more naturally to some of us than others.” Tom cut it, making you side eye him.

“Well I think just because something comes naturally to you that doesn’t necessarily mean you have to act on it.” You shrugged. “I’m weirdly good at baseball. Doesn’t mean I have any interest in joining the MLB.”

“Maybe not.” Tom agreed. “But then again, if something comes naturally to you and you want to act on it, why stop yourself?”

“Because some of us have rules against acting on it.” You said through a clenched smile.

“Well some of us think that rule is stupid.” Tom shrugged, making you glare at him. He stared back briefly before returning his attention to the journalist.

“So what can we expect next from your characters?” She asked, hoping to get rid of some of the awkward tension that had erupted.

“I’d like to see my character happy.” Tom replied. “And surrounded by people who make him happy.”

“Me too.” You agreed.

“Then maybe your character should stop pushing the people who are any to make her happy away.” Tom said as he smiled sweetly at you.

“My character doesn’t push them away.” You returned the smile. “She just knows how to set boundaries where she needs them.”

“Does your character set boundaries or does she put up walls out of fear and call them by a different name?” Tom asked as he tapped his chin.

“My character isn’t scared. She just doesn’t want to ruin something that’s important to her with your character.” You replied, never dropping your forced smile.

“Well my character doesn’t think anything would be ruined. He thinks that crossing that boundary would only improve the relationship between us - I mean, our characters.”

“Well my character doesn’t want to take that chance.”

“So have you guys done any sight seeing while you’re in town?” The journalist asked with a nervous laugh. You and Tom exchanged an angry look and silently agreed to drop the argument until later.

After a long day of press, you finally were able to go back to your hotel. The elevator ride to your room was silent but as soon as the door was closed behind you, Tom spoke up.

“We need to talk.“

“Please. I don’t want to talk about this anymore. It’s already gotten so out of hand. I told you how I feel and it’s not going to change. Can we please just drop it?” You asked as you sat down on your bed.

“I can’t drop it. Why are you fighting this?”

“Why do you care so much? Why can’t you just let me go?”

“Because I won’t accept us not being together. If you didn’t feel the same, then things would be different. But I know you feel what I feel and I think it’s ridiculous that we don’t do something about it.” Tom said as he stood in front of you. You looked up at him and could see how miserable this was making him.

“I have a rule.” You said quietly.

“It’s a stupid rule!” He exclaimed.

“I know it’s a stupid rule!” You shouted as you stood up.

“So why do you follow it? Why do you torture yourself?”

“Because I’d never forgive myself for fucking up our friendship when things go wrong. Which they will. They always do.” You stated, making you both fall silent. The only sound in the room was your heavy breathing as a hot tear sipped down your face.

“I’d never forgive myself if I broke your heart.” You said quietly as you sat back down on the bed in defeat. Tom stayed silent as he wiped his face with his sleeves.

“Can we please just forget this whole thing and go back to being friends?” You pleaded as you looked up at him. “Can’t we just go back to the way things were?”

“I can’t go back.” Tom said lowly. “I can’t be your friend. You said it yourself. You can’t ignore love.”

“You don’t love me.” You laughed dryly and shook your head.

“Don’t I?” He asked, slight anger in his voice.

“You may think you do but you’re wrong. You’re just excited by the fantasy of it all. Our relationship is forbidden for reasons out of your control so you push harder for us to happen. But trust me. If you actually had me, you wouldn’t want me. The excitement would melt away in an instant.”

“Darling, I think you’re an incredibly intelligent girl but you could not be more wrong. I do love you. I love you exactly as you are. I don’t understand why you can’t get out of your own way and let me.”

You opened your mouth to say something but no words came out. You slowly shut it and gave Tom an defeated shrug. He nodded his head and looked at the ground, seeming like the had finally accepted your answer.

“I should go. I won’t fight you any more on this. I can’t make you love me if you don’t want to.” He said without meeting your eyes.

“It’s not that I don’t want to-“

“I know. You just won’t.” He looked at you with a sad smile.

“Tom.” You got off the bed and grabbed his arm before he could leave. He stopped going for the door and looked at you with sad eyes before kissing your cheek.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, darling. Good night.” He gave you one last smile before leaving you alone in your room. You looked up at the ceiling as tears slid down face. You looked over at the wall with watery eyes, knowing Tom was in the next room feeling just as bad as you were. You didn’t know if your relationship could recover from this and that made you feel even worse.

The next day, you didn’t have any press to do before the premier. You spent the day getting your hair and makeup done, a process you normally loved but couldn’t enjoy because of the heavy weight on your chest. You hoped to see Tom before leaving for the premier but he was doing an expert job of avoiding you.

“Do you know if Tom left yet?” You asked as you got into your limo.

“He did. He’s at the premier already.” Your manager told you. You let out a little sigh and looked out the window as you pulled away from your hotel.

At the premier, Tom’s head was on swivel as he impatiently waited for you to arrive. He wanted to talk to you before he left but his team had kept him busy with preparations for the red carpet. In the middle of giving an interview, Tom heard the crowd suddenly grow louder.

“I’m so sorry to cut you off. I think that’s the sound of Y/n arriving.” Tom said as he looked behind him to try and spot you.

“I think so too. Let’s see if we can get a look at her.” The journalist said as looked in your direction. Tom saw you getting out of your limo and you made eye contact with each other. You smiled softly and gave him a wave, which he returned. You were led inside by your team and the moment was gone.

“She went inside. Hopefully we’ll catch her later.” The journalist said.

“Yeah.” Tom sighed. “Hopefully.”

After giving a few interviews, you stood on the red carpet with the rest of the cast as a million cameras flashed. Tom was in the middle of the cast and you were at the end, a safe distance between the two of you. You thought it would stay that way until you heard,

“Let’s get some of just Tom and Y/n!”

You gulped as the rest of the cast dispersed, leaving you and Tom alone. He gave you a soft smile as he slipped an arm around your waist.

“Hi.” He said as the cameras flashed.

“Hi.” You said back.

“You look beautiful.” He told you, letting his eyes linger on you for a long time.

“Thank you.” You smiled shyly. “So do you.”

The cameras continued to flash and you found it harder and harder to keep your smile when you felt so sad inside.

“Tom, I feel really bad about the way we left things last night.” You said quietly so only he could hear.

“We can talk about it later, okay? Let’s just enjoy the night.” He smiled softly at you and gave your hip a squeeze. He turned back to look at the cameras and you realized how many people were calling your name. You faced the cameras as well and smiled for the cameras, hoping it was enough to mask the sadness you felt inside. You found it hard to be at a party when you felt like an open wound.

“Beautiful couple! You look great together.” One of the photographers shouted, inadvertently rubbing salt into the wound. When it was time to move down the carpet, Tom let go of you.

“I’ll see you after, okay?” He told you before walking away. You threw on a fake smile and posed for more pictures, looking over at him every chance you got. Once you got back inside the building, you saw Tom leaning against a wall by a coat closet. You knew it was a rare moment when you’d be alone, so you quickly went up to him.

“Hey.” You smiled weakly. “What are you doing over here?”

“Waiting for you, actually.” He replied, making the weight on your chest lift just a little. Before you could respond, the director of the movie came up to the two of you.

“Congratulations you two. Here’s to the last night of the press tour.” He said as he smiled at the both of you. When he walked away, something dawned on you.

“Its the last night of the press tour.” You said, mostly to yourself.

“Yeah. We’re all done after this. You won’t have to get asked about your love life anymore.” Tom said with a tight smile. You figured he wasn’t completely over the fight but you were surprised he wasn’t getting what you were saying.

“It’s the last night of the press tour.” You repeated.

“Yeah, darling. I know.” He said as he gave you a strange look. You groaned a little before grabbing Tom by the shoulders.

“Tom. It’s the last night of the press tour.”

“So?” He wondered.

“So we’re not co-stars anymore.” You said with a coy smile. You watched Tom’s face go from confused to realizing what you were trying to say.

“Does your rule say anything about dating former co-stars?” He asked as a smile tugged at his lips.

“It does not.” You said with an even bigger smile than his. You looked around before pushing him into the coat closet behind you. As soon as the door was shut, Tom was kissing you. He pressed you against the closet door and cupped your face as he kissed you like his life depended on it. You’d kissed him a million times for the movies, but it was never like this. When you pulled away, Tom smiled like a child as he rested his forehead against yours.

“I don’t want to go back out there. I just want to stay in here with you.” He said with a happy sigh.

“I know. But we gotta get out of here before someone notices we’re both missing.”

“You’re right. But this isn’t over.” Tom playfully warned you before kissing you again.

“Okay. You first. I’ll leave in a few seconds.” You told him. Tom nodded before leaving the closet. You counted to ten in your head before leaving the closet as well. As soon as you left, you saw Tom talking to the director with a scared look on his face. You went up to the two of them and put your hand on Tom’s back.

“Hey, Tom. I feel like I haven’t seen you all night.” You lied. “What are you guys talking about?”

“He was just telling me the good news.” Tom said with a smile that you could tell was forced.

“Good news?” You asked the director.

“Yep. We’re officially got the green light for the next movie. You two are gonna be filming together again in just a few months!” The director told you, and you immediately understood why Tom was upset.

“That’s great!” You threw on your own fake smile until the director walked away. Once you were alone again, you grabbed Tom’s arm and yanked him back into the closet.

“So we’re gonna be co-stars again.” Tom said as he nervously looked at the ground.

“Yeah. We are.” You said as you tried to meet his eyes.

“What, um, what about your rule?” Tom asked hesitatingly as he looked you in the eyes. You could see the fear in his eyes and cupped his face in your hands.

“Hey. Fuck the rules.”

“Really?” He asked hopefully.

“Yeah. You can’t ignore love.”

“No. You can’t. Does that mean you love me?” Tom asked as a smile tugged at his lips.

“You’re alright.” You shrugged, making his smile grow.

“If that’s your way of saying yes, then I love you too, darling.” He told you. “I always have. No matter what the rules say.”

#tom holland x reader #tom holland x actress!reader #tom holland x famous!reader #tom holland x you #tom holland fluff #tom holland fanfiction #peter parker fanfiction #tom holland fanfic #tom holland angst

[thestargayzingheroine]

My Adventures With Superman - A Rambling Set Of Thoughts

Okay, I know I don't USUALLY make posts like this and I especially hate getting cynical and nitpicky about these sorts of things because I just don't wanna contribute to all the negativity on the internet... But this is something I just couldn't shake.

So last night I watched the first season of My Adventures With Superman and... I have a lot of mixed feelings about to be brutally honest which is a shame because I know SO many people really loved this show.

Spoilers for season 1 obviously

For the most this show is great and it has a good foundation for Superman and gets him and his relationship with Lois so right. I love how Clark is this big, soft himbo twink dork who really reminds me of Adora from She-Ra and Lois is this fun tomboy who falls head over heels for him. And to be honest, all of their moments were genuinely the highlight of the show for me. SERIOUSLY ITS LIKE CLARK AND LOIS BUT MADE FOR SAPPHICS LIKE ME AND I ADORE THEM

I love the art style and animation too and really does put a very fresh new aesthetic on DC stuff. Sure, it's a bit too much like She-Ra and Voltron in places, but for DC, it's a really good breath of fresh air. Seriously, look at the designs of Deathstroke and Livewire!

But sadly, that's not all the show is and this is where I have to sadly talk about my negatives with it.

Sooooo… this show was written a lot of the same people who wrote She-Ra and it seems to be a big fan of various anime things too, especially Dragon Ball Z and Neon Genesis Evangelion.

To that end, the show has basically... turned Superman into a mixture of Adora and Goku, not just in terms of personality traits and in Adora's case, her relationship with Catra (Seriously, if Clark was a woman and blonde, I would swear she and Lois would just be Catradora)

This sadly does apply to how this show portrays the Kryptonians, who are implied to MOSTLY be a race of evil conquerors who tried to attack Earth only for Krypton to be destroyed. This is VERY similar to how the First One's were depicted in She-Ra, as well as how the Saiyans were in Dragon Ball Z. One could also argue that their attack on Earth is a weird mashup of the movie Arrival and the Second Impact from Evangelion but that's me getting very nitpicky.

So naturally, we have Adora and Goku's traits being applied to Superman. And…. those traits don't really work for Superman, at all. Now I should be clear, it seems to be that Jor-El and Lara were actually like rebels fighting the evil Kryptonians (which is ironically Mara's whole deal... you seeing the She-Ra pattern here yet?) but like... I don't like this idea at all. Poor Clark even has a fucking breakdown later on and thinks he's actually some evil weapon meant to conquer Earth AGAIN just like Adora from She-Ra being used as a weapon by the First One's. And I just feel bad for him because he's trying to be the good decent Superman we all love... but he's getting dragged into this plot that pretty much breaks him... and I don't really like it.

And then there's a whole subplot about Lois meeting alternate versions of herself and discovering alternate versions of Superman who are evil (which is bizarrely how Kryptonite is introduced in this show) which.... yeah I don't like that plot either. Nor am I the fan of Task Force X pulling the whole "the Government is treating clark as hostile because they think he's an evil alien" plot which I have gotten kinda tired of seeing in a lot of modern Superhero media. It's either Superheroes being hated or hunted by the government or being made to work for them.

And you know where this all probably came from for this show in particular? Fucking Zack Synder and Man of Steel. It's kind of ironic because a lot of this show feels like its in response to the Synderverse, like it feels obligated to comment on how people see Superman now because of those crappy movies, something that I know James Gunn is probably gonna do as well with his superman movie basically a live action version of Superman vs the Elite.

And just…. no, none of this shit is really necessary nor is it a good idea. Because it kinda takes away some bits of Superman that I like. I know the show isn't done yet but… I can already make a good guess of where it's going to go. And where it's going… idk if I'm gonna like a whole lot.

It is clearly a show wanting to be different from all that has been done before with Superman…. but by being different for the sake of it, it's doing a lot of stuff I just don't like.

I just want there to be a day when we get a Superman thing that doesn't have to justify the man's own existence and role in a story because some objectivist edgelord made a bad movie with him in it eleven years ago.

So yeah, by turning Superman into more or less mostly Adora from She-Ra... I think they might have messed him a bit in my eyes. I hope season 2, whenever that comes out hopefully pushes things in a more hopeful direction and I could genuinely call this a good adaption of Superman. Because there is so much potential with just from the relationship of Clark and Lois alone that tells me that these creators just GET how Superman's character is.

So yeah, I hope that long rambling thought made sense.

#dc #superman #my adventures with superman #she ra #spop #catradora

[legolasghosty]

writing prompt of Juke as Enemies to Lovers + "you can throw how many darts at it as you want, but you still put her picture on your wall"

Anon, I am so so so sorry for how long this has taken! I swear my brain just hasn't been working for creative stuff and I'm sorry but here it finally is, I hope you find it!

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"I hate her," Luke growls as he enters the studio, slamming the door behind him.

"No you don't," Alex sighs from his corner of the couch, hunched over a history book.

Luke just shoots a glare at him. Alex rolls his eyes and grabs a pencil to start filling out the questions on his worksheet. Luke turns to Bobby, who is taking up the rest of the couch with his unfairly long legs.

"Don't look at me, dude," Bobby sighs, giving him a flat stare. "I'm with Alex on this one."

Alex reaches out and offers Bobby a fist bump without looking up. The two bump knuckles and Luke fumes.

"Do you guys even listen to me?" he exclaims. "Julie Molina is literally the bane of my existence."

At that, Reggie just starts laughing from his spot on the coffee table. "Really, Luke?" he teases. "Julie?"

Alex chuckles as well. "Yeah, not like, I don't know, biology or your curfew or the flu or something?"

"She's literally the worst person I have ever worked with!" Luke cries, fed up with the distinct lack of sympathy from his no longer best friends.

"You printed out her picture in the school yearbook to pin up on your wall," Bobby points out.

"For literal target practice!" Luke nearly yells. "And it's working, I've gotten pretty good at nailing that gap between her front teeth. And her eyes. And all the little colored things in her hair." When his bandmates don't say anything, Luke barrels on. "She won't say two words to me that aren't directly connected to this stupid assignment, she won't meet up anywhere other than school to work on it, and she glares at me for 'humming too loud', even though I know she's an amazing musician!"

Luke has hated Julie Molina for the better part of a year now, and it's easy for him to trace it back to its beginning. She'd performed in a spring recital at the school last year. She'd blown Luke's socks off with her incredible voice. It shook him down to his bones and he couldn't wait to find her afterwards and tell her how amazing it had been. He hadn't been able to find her, but hadn't worried much. They went to the same school after all.

But when he'd finally run into her a few weeks later near the bathrooms, she'd practically bitten his head off the second he called her a musician. And from that day on, Luke hated her. Because he can take people being rude to him, but turning on music?! Only a monster would do that. And in their interactions since then, she's only proven his point. She's a jerk.

"You can throw all the darts you want, but you still put her picture on your wall," Alex groans. "Have you tried actually having a civil conversation with her? Without talking about music?"

"What else would there be to talk about?" Luke demanded, kicking at the leg of the coffee table in pure frustration.

"Movies?" Reggie suggests.

"School?" Bobby adds.

"Literally any other interesting thing about life?" Alex finishes.

Luke lets out an angry huff and spins on his heel, heading for the bathroom. As soon as it slams shut behind him, Bobby lets his palm connect with his face.

"This is pointless," Reggie sighs. "Just got a text from Jules too, stating that Luke is a selfish moron."

Alex pulls out his phone. "I'm texting Flynn. If they aren't going to have a conversation themselves, then I swear I'm going to lock them in a closet until they do."

"I mean they're both already out," Bobby jokes, but he nods. "But yeah, I'm very sick of the headaches induced by them not realizing they're in love with each other."

"Ditto," Reggie says.

#legolas tag #julie and the phantoms #legolas ask #jatp #jatp fanfic #juke #julie molina #luke patterson #alex mercer #bobby shaw #reggie peters #enemies to lovers

[golden9boy]

Saw someone do mason dating a famous actress so I was thinking of u could do one where mason is confessing his love for the first time. mason been seeing Y/N for a while now and they're a couple, so he invites her to his place makes her dinner and treats her like a queen then in a silly conversation when dancing, them and them being slightly tipsy he tells her something in the lines of "I love u, and actually had a huge crush on u" She laughs thinking it's the alcohol got into his head, but it wasn't....

clueless - mm

summary: after months of of crushing on you, Mason finally decides to come clean but you can’t seem to take him seriously

author: poor Mason LOL, also feel free to leave requests for other footballers too. i’ve only been getting requests for Mason 😭

warnings: none???

for the last 5 months, you’d been in London shooting for a movie that is set to come out in 2024. although you hadn’t known many people in London before now, you had made quite a lot of great friends through an old friend of yours. you met Christian through a close relative back in the States, so when he offered to show you around London, you couldn’t refuse.

you were getting dressed up for a party that Christian was hosting when you got a message from Mason, one of the guys you’d gotten extremely close to in the last few months. 

mase: y/n

mase: what colour dress u wearing tonight? perhaps we can match

y/n: why on earth would i want to do that???

y/n: black. 

mase: LMFAO cya

you were grateful for the friendships you’d made recently, especially because of how funny some of these guys were. you finished getting dressed and made your way down to your uber to head over to Christian’s place.

as you arrived at the party, you were greeted by Christian and you noticed just how packed his place had been. the party was bigger than you thought it’d be. you looked around the place in search of Sophia, one of Christian’s teammates' girlfriends. you made eye contact with her from across and she waved at you signalling you to come over to where she was. as you approached her she welcomed you with a hug and the rest of the boys greeted you as well. you looked over at Mason and noticed he was wearing all black, similar to you. “trying to be like me, yeah?”. you chuckled at Mason as you teased his outfit. “the objective was to mock you, y/n. don’t be flattered now”. Mason offered you a wink after making a rude remark so in return you stole his cup. you thanked him for the drink as you walked away elsewhere.

after a few drinks, you started to feel a little tipsy and that was when Sophia invited you over to dance with her. you two were jamming together until Mason showed up and stole you away from her. you took the blunt that he had in between his fingers and took a quick spliff. “Mason, aren’t you like not allowed to smoke?”. you put your arms over his shoulders as he pulled you in closer by your waist. “once in a while can’t hurt, right?”. you shook your hand. “yeah you’re done with that”. you handed over the blunt to Sophia so you could keep it away from Mason. Mason sighed in annoyance but truly all that mattered to him at that moment was that he was with you. he couldn’t care less about some blunt when the girl of his dreams was dancing with him. “you look incredibly beautiful tonight, y/n”. you smiled up at him, your eyes heavy as you were crossfaded. “do i also look tired?”. you frowned up at him. “i kinda wanna go home”. Mason looked down at his watch, 1:49 am, perhaps it was time for you to head home. “alright, come on. i’ll take you to my place”. 

as you arrived at Mason’s home, you struggled to walk in your heels, so he practically carried you inside. it was obvious that you were way more out of it than he was. Mason’s brought you over to his guest room and helped you take your heels off. he brought you over a pair of pjs you’d left at his place last time you spent the night and gave you some time to get changed. “Mason! my makeup! you need to help me take it off”. Mason sighed, grabbing the makeup wipes he’d kept around just for you. “y/n, stay still, i don’t wanna rip your eyelashes off”. you just looked at Mason smiling the entire time. “you’re so nice, Masey. thank you for helping me take my makeup off”. it was obvious how drunk you were just by the way you spoke. “of course, anything for you”. Mason smiled at you. “Mason you have such a pretty smile. i love your dimples”. you grabbed his face just so you could get a better look. at this point, Mason had already begun blushing. “i could say the same about you”. 

Mason got up and turned off your lights, intending to go back to his own room now. but all of a sudden, he had the urge to confess his feelings to you. “y/n?”. you rolled over on your side to face him. “yes, Masey?”. “i’m in love with you”. you began to laugh. “Masey, let’s lay off the drugs, ya?”. you honestly could not take him seriously at this moment. you were sure this was just another prank of his. “right”. he looked disappointed in himself for even considering saying anything to her. he had just embarrassed himself. “goodnight y/n”. “goodnight Masey, i love you”. he walked out of the guest room and whispered under his breath. “yeah, i love you too”. 

#mason mount x y/n #mason mount x reader #mason mount #chelsea #footballer x you #footballer x reader #footballer

[pappydaddy]

pesky hair (j.m.)

a/n: this title sucks, i am sorry, i had nothing! reminder! i am testing out a new format, idk if i like it yet

tv show/movie: outer banks | pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

requested by a lovely anon as part of my 800 follower celebration

synopsis: jj recounts the most memorable times he did something about y/n's pesky hair

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  Y/N had a love-hate relationship with her hair. Cute cut that’s low maintenance to style - love! Being able to let her hair air dry after a long day of swimming - love! The very, very infrequent bed head monstrosity - love! When her hair just won’t go up in a claw clip properly - hate. When her bangs wouldn’t dry right so now she’s stuck with weirdly shaped bangs - hate. The times when she can’t wash her hair on the proper hair wash day and her hair starts to morph into little mats and tangles - hate. Those little strands of hair that just keep falling out of place and getting into her face - triple, no, quadruple; no, infinitely hate. Actually, she loathes it and it makes her want to chop off all the hair on her head despite the fact that she absolutely adores it. She was truly blessed with great hair - a miracle many people envied.

  JJ has learned this throughout their long friendship turned romantic relationship. He actually learned this way back in middle school when he noticed her starting to wear headbands all the time. Of course, he had to figure out why she kept pushing her hair back when he knew she loved her hair. Now he realises that the reason he knew she loved her hair and noticed she was suddenly really into headbands was because he was head over heels for the girl who lived beside his best friend. 

  Since the day he learned it bugged her, he had dreamed of taking the hair and brushing it behind her ear while she talked (so enthralled in her conversation) like he sometimes saw her do. While they were close in their friendship, there was a level of intimacy to the action that crossed the “just friendly” boundary and JJ would shit himself if he knew she knew how he felt for her. Because how would someone like her ever love someone such as JJ Maybank? 

  The first time JJ actually did it was completely involuntary. Autonomic if you will. It was a few months into their relationship. It was all flushed faces, shy glances across the room as they hung out with the other Pogues, and awkward touches until they fit together like perfectly matched puzzle pieces. They were alone outside of John B’s. The rest of the Pogues having retired into the house for the night. 

  The only light coming from the moon, the stars, the dim fire in front of them, and the fireflies dancing around the air. Y/N was talking about her favourite show, talking fast and adamantly about the theories, how things connect to each other, and her opinions on everything. JJ had to be honest, he was not retaining any of it. He was too captivated by how pretty she looked right then and there. With the excitement in her eyes, the way her hands flew through the air as she explained everything. The way she would cut herself off as she was explaining one thing and start explaining another thing because she suddenly remembered it. And then he saw it. The slight, aggressive flick of her head trying to get that annoying stand of hair out of her face and the daydreams started. 

  He tried to ignore them as he started to try to take in some of the information she was giving him, but he could see the frustration start to build in her as she resorted to blowing at the hair in between words. At first, he thought he had imagined reaching out, his fingers lightly brushing against her cheek as he gingerly tucked the strand behind her ear. He had assumed he had imagined it because that has been what he’s done for the past six years. But the way her rant was suddenly cut off by her own shock made him realise that he did not imagine it. 

  Instantly, his own face dropped, his heart dropping to his ass along with it. A raging blush overcame both their faces as they stared at each other, wide eyed and completely short-circuiting. But soon, once the shock wore off and the sparks beneath their skin from where they touched subsided, they fell back into place - this time much closer (physically and emotionally). 

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  The second time was smoother if you asked JJ. This was almost a year into their relationship. Intimacy was at an all time high. Butterflies still swirled in the stomach, but the awkward phase had released its grasp on them. Blushes still adorned their cheeks and the L-word was on the tips of their tongues. 

  It was midsomers, she was invited by Sarah and Kie invited Cleo while the boys found work at the party. It was supposed to be a girls night, but JJ convinced the boys to find jobs “just in case those Kooks try to pull a fast one on our girls” he had claimed. They already knew that he just wanted to see Y/N all pretty in her dress under the dim lighting of the outdoor festivities. 

  JJ’s shift as bar back had ended since he set up the bar meaning the second bar back was tasked with cleaning it up. For the most part, the party was over, but Y/N still sat at one of the tables. Moonlight and fairy lights illuminating her as she sipped at what was left of her wine. “This seat taken?” He had asked flirtatiously, earning a tipsy giggle from her. 

  “Well, I was hoping my boyfriend would be along soon, but I guess it’s free.” She waved a dismissive hand at the chair with a smothered giggle slipping past her lipstick-covered lips. 

  JJ pulled the seat out from the table, scooting it impossibly close to Y/N’s before sitting in it, happy to finally get off his feet. They were throbbing in the damn dress shoes and his suit was too tight and constricting, but being able to see her having fun tonight and dancing was all worth it. “That boyfriend of yours must be awfully lucky to manage to have a girl like you like him.” 

  She hummed in fake thought. “Actually, I think I’m the lucky one,” She admitted, leaning towards him. Getting the hint, JJ also leaned in, pressing a kiss to her lips sweetly. She hummed against his lips, melting against him the best she could in two separate chairs. “I am so tired.” She declared. 

  “I’d say,” JJ snorted endearingly. “I think you and Sarah spent most of the night dancing and consumed a half a bottle of champagne each.” He recounted the night. Luckily, he kept track of how much they were drinking so he knew what type of tipsy he was dealing with. 

  “We had fun, shut up.” She pouted, tipsily hitting his chest in fake hurt. His chest shook under her hand as he laughed at her. Looking at her, smudged and faded lipstick mostly staying on her lips, her eyes heavy but so bright and wide at the sametime. Her voice was light but slightly louder than normal. But what got JJ was her hair. Once perfectly styled into some complicated half-up half-down updo with “face framing” (whatever that meant, JJ had no idea but he loved it), now the curls had mostly fallen out and instead of a few strands of hair in her face, most of her hair was loose. 

  Watching her nose twitch as her pesky stranglers that slipped out of her updo tickled her cheek, he reached his hand up, fingers lightly brushing against her warm cheekbone (from the alcohol induced flush). Enjoying the feeling of her soft skin under his fingertips for a moment, he continued to tuck the annoying hair behind her ear. Her glossy eyes looked up into his, swimming with affection. “I know you did, Bub. Let’s get you to bed so you can rest from you fun night.” 

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  The third time was by far JJ’s favourite. She was sitting there in front of him in the darkened room, candles surrounding them, illuminating them and the room in a dim glow. Both of them were tired but buzzing at the same time. In the candle light, he could see the white gown she wore, a figure of beauty. The centre of attention for the whole day not just because she was the bride. 

  “What do you say, Mr. Maybank,” She whispered, her eyes dancing with mischief. JJ didn’t say anything, knowing she had more to say. Instead, he just looked at her with nothing but admiration and love within his blue eyes. Her makeup was worn off for the most part, mascara flaked, lipstick rubbed off (mostly by his own lips), and her foundation slightly caked from all the celebrations at the reception. “Feel any different?” She asked with a lift of her eyebrow, a smile tugging at one corner of her lips. 

  His own smile took over as he lifted his hand. Her eyes fluttered closed, already anticipating his touch, leaning her cheek closer to his hand to meet him. She let out a little content sigh when she felt his fingertips brush her cheekbone, tucking the hair behind her ear before settling along her jawline. Warmth filled her heart, so overwhelming that she nuzzled her cheek further into his hand, trying to express how much she loved it. 

  “Even more in love with you, Mrs. Maybank.” He whispered, leaning towards her face until his lips met hers in a sweet, passionate, and long kiss. One that made Y/N’s inner school girl giggle and kick her feet in the air as if she were reading one of her cheesy teen romance novels that she loved so much back then.

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[liyuee-qixing]

“Noble Princess”

You're the tsaritsa daughter and the snezhnaya princess,after you finish your study on Sumeru academia she decided you're mature enough to be married with one of her Faithful Servant Harbinger.

Characters:La Signora, Tartaglia,Pantalone

Second part:

La Signora

Let's say she doesn't expect the tsaritsa to have such a beautiful daughter like you. You're such a beauty on her eyes.

The first time tsaritsa introduce you to the fatui harbinger she already head over heel

She'll call you "Sweetheart" "Darling" "Love" Etc.. it's worked. The nickname she gave you really flutter you

kisses!!

"Signora? What is this all?" You asked,pointing to the wrapped packages on the floor, there's many of them. It really flooded the room

"these are the most finest dress and accessories I thought look good on you,I noticed you had your eyes on them recently."she giggled as she placed a necklace on your neck,it was pure Light Blue.

"this ore is the most high quality ore on mondstant, people say this ore is blessed by Barbartos himself,they say if a couple wear this, their relationship will goes well." Signora explained as she caress your face,she's truly a lovely partner,isn't she

Tartaglia

Oh boy.. the day tsaritsa introduce him to you was a miracle,he was tripping,head over heel. He swore he saw a goddess

He'll go with you everywhere you go! Cinema? Amusement Park?Mall? He go with you! Every moment is desirable if you're there. He'll enjoy every minute of it

Quality time and physical touch,he love to caress your face when you're asleep on his lap,he loves to plant kiss on your hair when you're asleep,he love every moment with you.

Call you "Love" "Darling" "Princess"

He love quality time and physical touch but he know when to gave you space.

"Tartaglia,do you prefer to go to cinema or should we go to the carnival instead?"you asked to the ginger,Childe only chuckles as an answer

"anywhere is fine! As long as I'm with you,I'm happy with it,do you want me to treat you to dinner? Or movie? I'll pay for it"he say with delightful smile on his face,it bought a thin smile to your face. What a dreamy guy he is

Pantalone

He's not the type to fall in love but how do he avoid falling in love with you!?

This not supposed to happen,his goal was to be the richest person alive in teyvat and to serve tsaritsa with his full heart not to fall in love with the Noble princess!

But how could he help it when your touch is so soft and your voice is so calming!?!?!

You're so hard working,pretty,definition of beauty and all,his work was left behind,the only things in his mind was just you,your smile,your voice.. they rang in his memory

He doesn't flirt with you,but he sometimes call you "sweetheart".

The other harbinger probably has caught him blushing to the thought of you

"Pantalone? What happen? Your face is red." Pulcinella asked,looking a low-key worried, Pantalone face has a red tint blush .

"eh? Ah- you see-" it come to pulcinella awareness that Pantalone was blushing because of the Noble princess just walk in, Pantalone eyes start following her figure.

"oh I get it,you like the noble princess,am I correct?" Pulcinella words caught the other harbinger attention, Pantalone eyes widened at his words

"Mr Pulcinella! Ahem,don't burst it out loud please,it may seem unprofessional" some of the harbinger started to wheeze on his confession.

"kids these day.. just admit you like her,we all know you had your eyes locked on her,we all know you write so many love letter unsent to her" Pulcinella word made Pantalone face is now redder than before.how do Pulcinella even know his secret!?

"I swear my eyes just start following her on their own,no,no,no it not like I like her or anything!"Pantalone denied it,but he's sure his face tell everything.

"what that? The ninth kicking his feet, giggling and staring at the Noble princess? So unprofessional" the doctors gave him a snarky comment as he placed his hand on Pantalone shoulder

"did someone mentioned me? Or is there something I could help with?" Great,it just the time they're talking about you and you show up.

"look Pantalone it your little beloved sweetheart " la Signora teased, pointing directly at you,while you just peeked there in confusion

"oi! Shut up all of you!" Pantalone shouted as he burry his face in his arm

"little beloved sweetheart?" You asked in confusion but quickly catched up on what are they talking about. Oh.what.the.fuck. now your face is red

"your- your Highness we're sorry for the confusion and noises it truly nothing important"Pantalone once again tried to shrug it off the topic but it far too late now

"I'm sorry for my tone and rudeness but he has a things for you dear noble princess,he has a bunch of unsent love letter for you,would you kindly help his dream and fulfill his little crush on you"Dottore explained the whole situation to you,you sure as fuck your face is now redder than Before

"This is so embarrassing and unprofessional" you quickly closed the door. Leaving the harbinger wheezing inside

#Pantalone #pantalone x reader #pantalone fluff #genshin imagines #la signora #la signora x reader #tartaglia #tartagalia genshin impact #childe #childe fluff #dottore fluff #dottore x reader #genshin signora

[ghoulish-art-tendencies]

Opinions about the movie it: Specifically, about Richie and Eddie and their whole deal. and How they defeat Pennywise the first time.

Also have you read the book?

SPOILERS AHEAD, in can you could not have guessed.

Okay so IT. IT is one of my top 3 movies of all time (if not all time) in which I watched it about 5 times in a week when I first got into it. (I also have not read the book yet but I have been planning on it for a while, just need to get my hands on it.) I really enjoyed it personally, and I don't think it is that scary anymore, but I was originally scared shitless the first time I tried to watch it years ago when I was not into horror yet. Even though it was made in 2017, it still has that 80s horror feel to it that I love, and I love the dynamic between the group of 7 in the first movie.

Now buckle up, because I am about to go full on special interest on this ask and yap about its inherent queerness and how it affects the story line and how it could've been used more.

Richie, Eddie, and the inherent queerness between the two. It was very clear that Richie, if not Eddie as well, were very much implied to be interested in each other.

But more specifically Richie. I honestly wish they did more with them, but it was very clear that they were a duo; a pair within the original group of 4. Putting it out now: I have not actually seen IT Chapter 2 all the way through as I kept crying over Stanley's death, and I honestly was extremely disappointed in how they handled the film as a whole, and the decline in quality. So, my information may not be entirely correct, but in the end of IT chapter 2, we see a clip of Richie carving he and Eddie's initials into the bridge. As well as I believe when Eddie dies later in the film, Richie tries to go back to get his body/doesn't want to leave him behind. Richie was obviously head over heels for him from the start to finish, and you could tell. From the constant bickering; teasing; borderline obsession that he had for Eddie. In the book, I believe Richie would also call Eddie "Eddie Spaghetti" multiple times, don't quote me though. All of this to say, Richie loved Eddie. A LOT. To the point that in the second movie Richie was out as gay but STILL hadn't found a lover, whilst we see both Stanley, Bill, and Eddie married, as well with Beverly with a boyfriend (in the beginning of the film, at least). I am not saying that some of these relationships are healthy by any means (especially Eddie's which I will explain soon), but it goes to show that many of the people from the core 7 found relationships, and yet Richie did not.

Now Eddie is slightly more complicated, as all throughout IT we see the toxic relationship between his mother, and how she gaslit him into believing he was sick all the time. This would then later end up with him marrying someone else very similar to his mother who treated him very much the same. Then, at the end where he ends up dying, it ends very tragically where his whole life he had to live with people being very controlling over him and him never getting to experience that freedom he deserved. I bring this up because in IT, we see near the end where Eddie is told that his medication are placebos, and he tells his mother he's tired of her trying to keep him away from his friends. He realised there that he was happier and more free when he was with his friends, and (though not said) specifically Richie as well in my opinion. Richie was unabashedly himself, and wasn't afraid to be weird with his friends. I know it is strongly theorised that Richie is ADHD as well, which could also play a part. All the while both Stan and Bill are more reserved in my opinion, both as Bill was self-conscious because of his stutter, and Stanley being bullied for being jewish (both of which we see happen in the beginning of IT). Eddie felt more comfortable around his friends, and specifically Richie because he truly did not care enough about acting weird. Though I believe it is never actually shown that Eddie had a romantic interest in Richie, I strongly believe it could've been something if the writers allowed it.

Now, Eddie and Richie's interactions with each other (in the first movie, because as I have said I have not seen enough of the second movie to speak on it much). Many times, we see specifically Richie and Eddie interacting. To be honest, they are probably the 2 people we see interacting the most throughout the entire movie. One scene I want to bring up specifically, which took me multiple watches to catch, is that at I believe the Derry festival, Richie comes back with 2 ice cream cones, and gives one to Eddie. Now, whether Eddie had directly asked him to get him a cone, or Richie just buying it for him, I think it shows just how much Richie did care about him. I think it shows a little bit of how they interact with each other when we don't see them (on camera). And sure, you can buy ice cream for your friends, but would you not also either ask if anyone else wanted one? You could make the argument that he couldn't carry it but it doesn't disprove the fact Richie specifically bought ice cream for Eddie, which shows how he cared for him.

Richie and Eddie are also constantly bickering back and forth. From when Eddie is trying to help Ben after getting stabbed and him telling Richie to shut up with the silly voices, or in the sewer scene where Richie constantly bickers to Eddie about him being afraid to enter. You can obviously see Richie being the comedic relief, but always more-so to Eddie. To me, I interpret this as him seeing that Eddie is almost always on edge, and trying to distract him to make sure he's happier. And while we do see Eddie get annoyed at Richie, I don't think we ever truly saw him get angry at him or be upset, other than slightly annoyed or exasperated.

I know l am yapping, but to answer your next question about how they defeated pennywise the first time, I think Richie and Eddie's relationship still play a fairly large role. They learn that in order to defeat Pennywise, they have to stop being afraid. We see Richie constantly worry about Eddie when in the house, and basically stuck to his side. In the scene where they are in Bill's garage and watching the projector, when Pennywise shows up on it, we see in the background Richie grabbing onto Eddie, and Eddie grabbing onto him. In a moment of fear, they automatically reached towards each other. This to me they they feel most safe when they are together/close. This makes me think that Richie was really the one that helped Eddie be brave enough to face Pennywise and defeat him. While I think Richie was able to be brave enough to defeat Pennywise because he not only cares about the group but also wanted to keep Eddie safe.

All of this to say; Richie and Eddie were very much implied to be queer (in the movies); even more-so when Richie was confirmed to be gay in the second movie. I really wish that we got to see Richie and Eddie get together to not only have that queer representation, but because I honestly think it would have been a healthy relationship, like it was in the beginning. Richie constantly distracting and teasing Eddie; then comforting each other in times of fear; doing little things for the other. They both cared about each other a lot and I am truly disappointed on the fact we never got to see a happy ending for Eddie, where after years of being in an abusive relationship where Eddie is made to be dependent on the people that are supposed to be your most trusted, he just, dies. We never get to see him get out of those relationships and find someone better (AKA Richie). I truly think the story of Richie and Eddie after IT Chapter 2 could have been its own movie or mini series/book (even though it wouldn't have been). To see Richie be in contact with Eddie again and maybe help him realise he's in an abusive relationship and help him get out of it. At that point it doesn't when have to be romantic but just a deep and intense love for wanting the other to be happy. It would have made a great ending of 2 characters finally finding happiness in each other again after years of struggling.

So there. You asked about my opinion of IT and here it is. This took me like an hour as I immediately started writing after getting this ask, but I enjoyed it. It's nice to finally put my thoughts on this movie into a (hopefully) coherent analysis. Even if like 1 person reads this lol I am happy I got the opportunity to yap about my all time favourite movie. :D Thanks for the ask, and again, sorry about the excessive yapping.

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[juicywritinghoard]

prompts for fun and profit

My friend it seems as though you decided not to get a cart. And are now struggling. How about you check out ahead of me- no I insist, I appreciate your gallantry but you look like you’re about to cry

Hey I know you’re pretty busy but would you like to defeat the invading aliens with me please answer quickly things are kind of time-sensitive

What’s up lately? I know it has been, kind of, four months, maybe. Okay six…six months. In my defense…no, I've got nothing. Please know I still adore you deeply

Hey, I love you. You know I love you? But if you bring another lean cuisine to work I am going to start cooking for you and just charging you a flat fee and you do not get to refuse

Oh so you spend your money on plushies? Like, often? You spend your money on plushies and can lay them all out on your bed and flop into them and get so snuggly and cozy? I’m. not jealous at all I’m so mature haha I don’t have a single plush friend to snuggle at night, like you do, 

So you said “eyes emoji” out loud with your mouth. No I know exactly what you meant, I just have to address that first, and make a permanent record of the occasion, and then I will spill the beans

My cat um. Is in love with you? I know you only came over for that project that one time, but literally since then he has been wailing at the door and will only respond to intense bribery. Please I cannot afford that many treats, what if we got into a fake relationship. For my cat. 

I know you shouldn’t believe or spread rumors but I have to know. Are you or are you not into literal Disco

You’re probably just being nice but your comments on my youtube videos are so kind I can’t stop thinking about you and kissing you on the mouth

 I’m actually not into art at all, me and my friends just started going to art exhibitions as an excuse to dress fancy and eat our weight in cheese cubes but. I'm staring at this piece and feeling something stir in my cold dark soul and I could have played it off as an ironic joke if you didn’t catch me having emotions about your art

No I promise you’re supposed to pay for it actually. Obviously I won’t rat you out but like, that was worth money

I’m very used to being miserable over the holidays and you stole me away and I’m sitting here in a fucking sweater doing a puzzle with your mother and I Do Not Know how to process this

My hobby is getting into the Wildest Possible Arguments in public and I will drag you into it because it gets you every time. No really if you drank half of a five hour energy would you get shitty energy for five hours or 2.5 hours of energy. I need to know this right now while the previews are playing at the movie theater, why would I wait? No seriously if I bought the Mona Lisa should I be allowed to eat it

I gotta say I was in love with your outfit already but when you smacked that asshole with your cane it was head over heels baby are you. Free later. 

Oh no, shoplifting from Hobby Lobby is always morally correct. I have no interest in reporting you at all. No i just have to know what you’re intending to make with all that stuff I just watched you pull out of your bag, please I Must know

So I’ve been trying to be less chronically online and you know, find my People out in the public. Because real human beings are way more important than numbers on a screen. It’s just that this dating app is full of guys holding fish and/or guns, and I’m so, so ready to quit, so I have to know right now immediately what your whole deal is because I’m absolutely enchanted already

Okay so maybe I do “work here” but listen,

No, I think the spite is worth it. Yep.

I’ve seen people of all kinds try to fuck with me with the whole “3 things to freak out your cashier” thing. This takes the cake. Explain yourself Right Now.

My love, my heart, my one and only, you have to stop crying or we won’t make it to the hot air balloon half of our anniversary celebration

I know you were disappointed about your favorite author turning out to be the asshole to defeat all assholes. So I have concocted a scheme,

Hey I love you and still very much do want to marry you but I need you to elaborate on these last few amazon purchases with my credit card?

Okay so the truth is [runs away]

I’m coming to terms with the fact that I might like you enough to play this stupid board game you’ve been explaining the rules to for twenty-eight minutes now. And god save me, I listened to all of it???

Oh I know you’re always willing to light things on fire for me. Yes I am. Actually very aware of this. On the one hand, I know it’s a terrible idea. On the other, romance has never burned so bright as that lighter in your hand and the glitter in your eyes,

Please. Please tell me what podcast your horse is listening to. Please tell me, in excruciating detail, why, and how you chose this, and whether or not the horse in fact notices

Hey beautiful this super is literal poison. Just so you know

Point of order, that does fully contradict what the news said about you twenty minutes ago. No of course I believe you

So is bleeding a regular part of this hobby? Or like,

Yeah I’m fully understanding the murder part, just not why you’re the one who needs to solve it?? 

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[krishna-sangini]

My Journey to Keshav

My journey to Keshav began when I was probably 2 or 3 years old. The tales that my grandpa and my great-granny told me; of Krishna's baal leelas, the cheer haran, His raas leela, His journey to Mathura, the slaying of Kansa, and then becoming the protector of uncountable people... All these tales I marvelled at as a toddler have the credit of hooking me onto my Keshav for the very first time.

This was just the start... Of a beautiful journey that would ultimately become my destination.

The toddler me grew up into a kid. That’s when the cartoon ‘Krishna Balram’ came onto the scene. And yeah, that show is 100% credited with making me fall head-over-heels for the sibling pair. I mean, y’all would be lying if you said you didn’t absolutely fall in love with Krishna and Balram after watching that show! Like, come on! Those two boys are simply sweethearts! Then came the ‘Little Krishna’ movie series. Ouffffff! My heart was completely occupied by the Makhan Chor by then. 

But then I entered teenage! The best phase of human life. You know, the phase everyone goes through where Westernization is considered cool and spirituality is considered ‘boring’ and ‘conservative’. Yeeeah… I fell into that ditch too. I pushed Kanha into the backseat. I got absorbed in the world of being ‘cool’ by shunning my religion and putting on the mask of atheism.

(This is not a dig at people who are genuinely atheists. Y'all are free to have your own opinions,  and I respect yours even if mine are different.) 

During those 5-6 years, I forgot all about my absolute bestie. The one who had stayed with me through every nightmare and sunshine. Needless to say, my life was a torment those years. Serious shitty family issues and my then school can be credited for that.

But again, once you’re into Krishna, he'll always find a way to bring you back if you go astray. That’s exactly what my Keshav did to me.

2020 saw the advent of the COVID-19 virus in India, and a long and tiring lockdown followed. Just as people were beginning to get frustrated to death, the good old Mahabharat and Ramayana started airing again. That was the turning point for me. Seeing Nitish Bhardwaj’s excellent portrayal of my Keshav, I was hit with the nostalgic memories of my childhood that I shared with Kanha. It was then that the thought struck me, “If a human can look so freaking beautiful, how much more radiant and divine must Kanha have looked in real life!”

And that was it. I called for Keshav after so long. He was waiting for me, perhaps. Waiting for me to call Him with all my heart, without my pride’s obstruction. I did, and He responded right away. A couple of days later was when I had that magnificent dream where my Keshav showed me a glimpse of Himself for the very first.

(I have posted about that dream here too; the link is in my pinned post. If you’re curious, you can check it out! Also, please share your Krishna story too!)

And since then, there has been no coming back.

I am now compensating for those 5 years by falling in love with my Keshav harder with each passing day. Not that I mind it. Because I absolutely love it. Now that I look back, it had been Him all along. All those times I sat crying alone in my room cuz of the mess our family was in, Keshav was there right by my side, caressing me gently. I was just too haughty to realize it. Had it not been for Him, the wicket of my life would already have toppled years ago.

Sooo, this is my journey to my Keshav. The journey that still continues; it will continue till we meet finally on the ultimate day… This journey has mended me in so many ways. It has shown me a whole new side of myself. It has helped me realize myself better. And best of all, it has made me feel my Keshav more and made me love Him much more. And I’m so so glad that I had people in my life who led me to the beginning of this journey. For this too, I thank our Manmohan.

Sooo, yeah. That’s it. How has your journey to Krishna been so far? Feel free to share!

Radhe Radhe, sakhis and sakhas! Kanha will stop by in your dream tonight~ (Yeah, he told me so himself!)

#my_musings #krishna #krishnablr #gopiblr #hinduism #my Keshav is so freaking beautiful y'alllll #i could go on and on and on about how He's gotten me wrapped around His finger #i love Him so freaking much