#Anyways king of mirror selfies <3

[isagf-a]

happy hyunsuk day 5/6

#I NEEED his shoes from top middle #Anyways king of mirror selfies <3 #pan dulce #treasure #choi hyunsuk #hyunsuk

[shingia]

omg, i loved your “HQ BOYS REASSURING THEIR S/O ABOUT THEIR ACNE” headcanons!!

i have the same issue, so would it be alright to request the same headcanons with kuroo, daichi, and oikawa?

✗ HQ BOYS REASSURING THEIR S/O ABOUT THEIR ACNE ✗

ooh i’m glad you liked it !! here’s for you, sorry it took me so long to post this <\3 (i definitely did not write this after spending an entire day wearing a cardigan just to cover my shoulders. nope :0)

-> kuroo, daichi, oikawa | just pure fluff/comfort <3

pt.1

— KUROO

• king of self love right here, especially when it comes to you

• kuroo loves so many things about you, acne is honestly the least of his concerns. well, it’s not even a concern actually

• he’s a practical man, and acne is nothing more than clogged follicles so he’s really good at putting things into perspective

• because follicles won’t make him take his hands off of you! acne or not, he’ll keep his arm around your shoulders when you’re out together, just like he’ll keep on cuddling with you every night

• i mean- he’s the kind of boyfriend that would kiss you 24/7 if it was socially acceptable, so he’s obviously not going to waste any opportunity to be as close to you as he possibly can

• shoulder massages are also very frequent. and he loves to see that you’re comfortable enough to let him touch your bare skin

• that being said, he won’t pressure you if you’re not. he knows that the loving your imperfections takes time, and he’ll find other ways to keep on being his clingy self around you anyways

— DAICHI

• he masters words of affirmation to per-fec-tion

• but that doesn’t mean he’s 100% confident in his abilities to make you feel less self-conscious. so yes, daichi will follow body positivity accounts on instagram just to try and learn more about what to say and what not to say

• he’s also very transparent about his own insecurities, and helping him feel better about them is a good way to learn how to love yours

• obviously he knows he can’t make your insecurities vanish in a day, but he’s dedicated, no matter how long it’ll take

• he’ll keep on reminding you that « you’re beautiful » every morning when you’ve just opened your eyes, and nothing would make him happier than to see you gradually become more confident

• he won’t blame you for being bothered by your acne tho, he’s mature enough to understand that it’s a normal reaction

• but he’s doing his best to let you know that it’s not something that will make him less in love with you (and boy is he in love)

— OIKAWA

• pictures, pictures, pictures! and not only mirror selfies, he’s ready to have actual photoshoots just to let you see how beautiful you are

• you’re his lockscreen, homescreen, the framed picture on his bedside... it’s like looking at you recharges his batteries

• and he praises you so much that his compliments inevitably start to rub off on your own perception of yourself

• oikawa absolutely hates to know that you might ever feel the need to cover your body because of the gaze of others

• which is why he’ll encourage you to buy that tank top, buy that cute summer dress or that short-sleeved t-shirt, because he knows you’ll look good in it

• and if you have a skincare routine, then he has a skincare routine too. and he takes it very seriously

• that’s why he’ll try to make an effort not to touch your face too much (or any others acne-prone part of your body)

• but he will leave little kisses here and there because he just can’t help it. especially on your cheeks, he’s a sucker for these

• this man would give everything for you to see yourself the way he sees you : flawless in the most literal sense of the term

taglist : @toworuu @catwithangerissues @miyumiya @livy384 @k0u-minamo2 @fullsundear @hsjvwq @kelsuuki @hiraeth-z @velvetvirgos @kirishimas-manly-eyeliner @47meow @japanesevenom @geektastic84 @noir-blanches-blog @idontlikeyourjob @seiri-ami @admiringlove @nachotrash @kellesvt @aintyourholy @Moonlaeli @catchmewiddershins @duhsies @devilgirlcrybabiey @crystal-lilac @ijustwantfreenetflix @mimaki @maitenight @xomiya @shoyotime @borealis-tristesse

#reblogs help a lot <333 #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #daichi sawamura x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #kuroo fluff #daichi fluff #oikawa fluff #kuroo comfort #daichi comfort #oikawa comfort #2weeks for 23 bullet points? way to go alma 🥴 #yeah no i think i hate this post i might rewrite it :0

[separatist-apologist]

A Christmas Prince

Summary: When reporter Feyre Archeron is sent to the small European Principality of Aldovia to cover the upcoming coronation of Prince Rhysand, she's mistaken for a royal portraitist. Deciding to lean into the lie in order to get a better story, Feyre is caught up in the drama and politics of Rhysand's life with no way out that doesn't betray them both.

This is based loosely off the Netflix movie A Christmas Prince and was my first full length Feysand fic so be kind.

This was also my Secret Santa gift for @arrowmusings and I hope they enjoy it.

You can find it on AO3: Here

Rated T for some language

Part 4/4

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Feyre had never spent so much time sitting still while another person fussed over her appearance. Feyre barely recognized herself in the blue gown she wore though she wasn’t upset with what Mor had done. She still looked like herself, though her thick, honey brown hair was curled meticulously and her face was made to look shimmery and soft. The dress had been one of the gowns Elain insisted she packed. Though she’d been annoyed at the time, Feyre ran her hand down the tight bodice covered in soft blue beads as she stared at herself in a mirror. The dress itself had long, lacey sleeves and a boatneck line, was tight through her waist before fanning out around her legs and Feyre, for the first time in her life, felt like a real princess.

Beside her, Mor was dressed in red and was an actual princess, complete with the glittering silver tiara set atop her gorgeous blonde hair. She held out a jeweled arm, fingers grabbing. “Give me your phone. I want to take a picture.”

Feyre tossed Mor her phone, smiling wide. “You know, I could probably convince Cassian to steal another tiara if you like…”

“No!” Feyre said quickly, embarrassed at the idea. “It was just one night.”

Mor rolled her eyes. “Rhys doesn’t have just one night.”

Feyre frowned. “What about all those articles on the internet—”

“Because the press is always right?” Mor replied just a hint too sarcastically. “Good genetics run in our family and there’s nothing the media loves more than a man with a good body and a handsome face being an absolute dick. Rhys gets mobbed everywhere he goes by gold digging royal wannabe’s who turn around and sell selfies and brief interactions like it was a week or month long tryst. Rhys hasn’t had a real…anything…in years. Then you showed up and…” Mor trailed off, grinning wide as if she didn’t need to finish.

Feyre shook her head. “That’s ridiculous. I’m…”

“Beautiful? Smart? The only person who has ever been better than him at anything?” Mor supplied. “Yeah, you’re totally right. What would he like about any of that?”

“He’s about to be King,” Feyre said, more to herself than Mor. “And I’m about to go back to America.”

“I hope not,” came Cassian’s voice from the doorway. He was practically bursting from his suit though he looked handsome all the same. “I like having you here.”

Just behind him, Azriel nodded solemnly, more in place in his suit, stunning if any man could ever be described that way. Their eyes met Feyre swore she saw pain flit over his features, that regret passed through his hazel eyes. It was gone before she could really study him and Feyre convinced herself she’d imagined the entire thing. She barely knew Azriel—what could he possibly be upset about when looking at her?

“If we don’t go down now, we’ll upstage Rhys,” Cassian continued, utterly oblivious to what was happening behind him.

“I would hate to make Rhys look bad,” Mor joked, accepting Cassian’s arm. More regret flashed through Azriel and Feyre realized she’d had it all wrong. Azriel’s disappointment was over Mor and how she didn’t seem to notice he existed. Feyre went with Azriel, trailing behind the loudly laughing and joking Cassian and Mor.

“What’s their deal, anyway?” She asked Azriel, curious what a princess and a bastard born nobody had in common.

“Her father hates how close they are,” Azriel replied after a moment of contemplation. “So she makes a big show out of how close they are.”

Feyre supposed that made sense though she doubted that was all that was happening. Why would Azriel watch Mor with such yearning and longing if he knew his friend was just helping her piss off her dad? Feyre was tempted to pry but Azriel was leading her down the stairs and the hall below was filled with courtiers and politicians and other people who seemed important. They didn’t need to overhear any of the gossip Feyre was interested in.

“Listen, Feyre—” Azriel began but Rhys appeared a moment later, utterly gorgeous in his crown and his suit and Feyre could hear nothing being said as she looked up at him. People were speaking, introducing him. Rhys’s eyes locked with hers and Feyre forgot there was anyone else in the room. There was only him, had only ever been him. He took a step down and then another and Feyre knew instinctively he was coming to her.

He didn’t make it. He was mobbed by others who had a better claim to him than she ever would and Azriel was tugging on her arm. Sound rushed back, dragging her kicking and screaming to reality.

“C’mon,” he whispered, taking her away from Rhysand. They went into a ballroom and it was just as cheesy as Feyre had imagined it might be. Tables draped in white were set on one end of the massive, marble space. Curtains hung over pillars and soft, twinkling lights made the room feel magical in a way Feyre couldn’t quite put her finger on.

“You’ll sit next to Mor,” Azriel murmured, leading Feyre to a table closer to the back of the room. She was sure she shouldn’t sit next to an actual princess but Mor didn’t bat an eye when Feyre took her seat and handed her a glass of champagne instead. Rhys didn’t look at her when he finally came in, Keir at his side and Feyre tried to pretend that didn’t disappoint her a little. He was busy, he was being pulled in every direction. She could be content to watch.

Rhysand took his place at the head table just beside Keir, the portrait Feyre had painted for him framed behind him on a stand. Every once and a while their eyes would meet and Rhys would seem to smile softly, a secret thing just for her.

He wasn’t the only one watching her. Keir, too, glanced over more than once which made Feyre squirm in her chair through the meal that was served. She suspected he knew what had transpired between her and Rhysand last night and it bothered him. If he hated Cassian and his daughter, what would he think of her?

“Feyre,” Azriel whispered when the plates were being cleared. “Feyre we need to talk about—”

“In a moment,” she whispered back, catching the subtle head nod from Rhys. Most people were standing, making their way towards the dance floor and for one terrifying moment she thought he was going to ask her to dance. She had no idea how.

Despite the crown on his head and target on his back, he somehow managed to get to the balcony without being seen. Feyre joined him, pushing aside breezy white curtains that somehow kept the cold winter air out of the warm ballroom.

He was waiting, body illuminated by hanging twinkling lights. It was terrifying to be the sole object of his attention. “You look…” His words trailed off and Feyre was tempted to cross her arms over her chest nervously.

“So do you,” she murmured, taking a careful step towards him.

“I’ve wanted to talk to you all day,” he admitted, closing the distance between them. He picked a curl of hair between his fingers, letting his knuckles brush over her cheek. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

Feyre blinked rapidly, her heart pounding in her throat.

“I think there is something Ms. Archeron needs to tell you, too,” Keir’s voice spoke from the darkness. Rhys scowled when his uncle appeared.

“Aren’t you tired?” Rhys demanded furiously but Feyre could scarcely breathe. “Aren’t you bored of constantly causing problems, of being in my way? I want you out of this palace, of my court. I want—”

“And what of her?” Keir demanded, some of his smug countenance fading. “The reporter you’ve allowed in our midsts.”

Rhys’s face paled as he turned to Feyre, eyes huge. “Liar,” he said to his uncle, waiting for confirmation from Feyre. She couldn’t give it to him though she desperately wanted to.

“I tried to pay her agency for the excellent work she’s performed here and was told there is no artist anywhere in New York City named Feyre Archeron…but there is a junior reporter who covers pop culture…one who just so happened to major in art at NYU.”

“Rhys,” Feyre began but he took a step backwards.

“Tell me he’s lying,” Rhys all but begged. “I’ll believe you if you do.”

She couldn’t, though. “I…”

“Get out,” he said and Feyre didn’t need to be told twice. Shoving past Keir, Feyre made her way back into the warm, bright ballroom, slamming into Cassian halfway through the room.

“Whoa, hey, you alright?” He asked, Mor peering just over his shoulder. Her eyes darted from Feyre to Rhys, expression darkening.

“What has he done now?” She demanded, slinking around Cassian to confront Rhys. Only Azriel looked at her with any awareness. He’d tried to warn her and she’d brushed him off.

“I need a cab,” she told him, pulling from Cassian’s hands. Azriel’s expression became sympathetic as he silently turned his back to arrange for Feyre to leave.

“What happened?” Cassian demanded but Feyre was out, practically running back up the stairs. It took her too long to get out of her dress by herself, to change back into jeans and a t-shirt, holding her tears in as she did so. She had the sense to text Lucien, asking him to book her the first flight home without any context. Like he’d always done, Lucien just agreed and by the time she was packed and heading towards the entrance, Lucien had sent her the ticket without asking if she planned to pay him back or anything other than Are you okay?

No, she thought privately, miserable when Mor, Cassian, and Azriel were waiting just outside for her. There was sympathy mixed with disappointment on Mor’s face and stony anger on Cassian’s. Only Azriel’s remained unchanged and she wondered just how long Azriel had known and kept the secret.

“Write of us well,” Cassian asked, yanking open the cab door.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” Feyre told them, wishing they knew. “Any of you.”

“Why did you do it?” Mor asked her, tucking a blonde curl behind her ear. Feyre couldn’t answer that so she said, instead, “I’m sorry.”

Mor nodded but it wasn’t good enough and they all knew it. Azriel offered Feyre a hug. “If you need anything…” he whispered in her ear, sliding a piece of paper in her coat pocket. “Call me.”

She didn’t acknowledge his words at all and instead slid into the backseat of the car. Cassian slammed the door shut and the driver took off, unaware that Feyre cried silently the entire way to the airport.

Lucien was waiting when Feyre arrived, standing just outside the doors beside a black sedan he’d either rented or always owned. He took her bag from her while Feyre climbed numbly into the passenger seat. She’d sworn she would remain stoic but the second he slammed his door shut she flung her arms around his neck and sobbed bitterly. It wasn’t like when things ended with Tamlin—Feyre wasn’t sure she’d cried at all, then.

“I loved him,” she sobbed brokenly while Lucien stroked her now limp curls.

“Did you tell him?” Lucien asked her. Feyre only shook her head. How could she after what Mor had said. Wasn’t she just another woman using him because of who he was?

“Come on,” Lucien murmured when sobs turned to hiccups. She didn’t realize he’d driven her to Elain’s until they pulled right up front and Elain stepped outside, arms wrapped around her middle and eyes filled with sympathy.

“I want to go home,” Feyre lied. She absolutely did not want to be alone. Lucien seemed to recognize that. He helped her out and took her to the steps where Elain waited.

“Want something to eat?” Elain asked, touching Feyre’s face softly. Feyre only shook her head.

“I want to go to bed.”

It took Feyre two days to get out of bed. Elain finally managed to lure her out with cupcakes and Feyre couldn’t summon the irritation she might have felt seeing Lucien sitting at the table already eating, frosting on his face.

“I cleaned some of your clothes,” Elain began, eyes darting from Lucien to Feyre. “And I found this in your pocket.”

Feyre recognized the phone number Azriel had given her sitting in Elain’s hand. Elain took a breath while Feyre took a bite. “Anyway I called him and I might have…called him an asshole.”

Feyre dropped her cupcake on the pristine table. “Elain.”

“I know it was just his friend but he said that Rhysand was just as miserable as you are, and that you should reach out and explain yourself.”

“And say what?” Feyre asked tonelessly.

“That you quit your job before he kicked you out—”

“I hadn’t actually quit yet,” Feyre interrupted Lucien with a little irritation.

“So fucking what? I’ll send him screenshots then. Intention counts, Fey.”

“I can’t.”

Elain’s eyes hardened. “Of course you can.”

“And if he’s still mad?”

“Then at least you tried, right?” Lucien prodded, his tone softer. “You said you loved him…prove it.”

Elain grabbed Lucien’s wrist and pulled him from the table after setting Azriel’s phone number on the table, giving Feyre space to think about what they said. Licking frosting from her finger, Feyre considered her options on how she might communicate to Rhys that while her intentions might have started off badly, she did love him, and would never betray him.

She wanted to call Azriel like Elain had, wanted to ask him about Rhys but her pride wouldn’t let her. So Feyre opened her laptop and did the one thing she’d always hated–she wrote. It wasn’t long or dramatic because in truth, Feyre had never been a journalist. She was an artist. Before Rhys, she could scarcely remember the last time she’d painted anything, and longer still when she’d felt joy doing it. Before Tamlin, certainly.

So Feyre went back home, calling an Uber to avoid her nosy sister and even nosier Lucien, pulled out her easel, and began to paint. She’d wanted to paint Rhys again but knew if she did, she’d miss him too much. She’d call him if she did, would blow up Azriel’s phone trying to reach him. So she painted Mor, and Cassian, and Azriel. She painted Velairs covered in snow and that cabin she’d first kissed Rhys in with his friends knee-deep in the white powder, laughing brightly beneath a yellow sun, throwing snowballs at each other. She could picture it.

It was New Years Eve when Feyre uploaded the painting and her short essay, one she’d titled: Prince Charming is Real, to twitter. She’d expected all twelve of her followers to see it though she texted it to Azriel all the same. He could decide if he showed Rhys or not. She had to be satisfied with that.

New Years Eve was at Elain’s. Feyre was surprised, walking in the door, to see Nesta standing in the living room, dressed to kill in tight black while Lucien sat on Elain’s cream colored couch, foot jiggling over his knee.

“Don’t start,” Elain warned, swanning in wearing glittering gold. She held a finger up, her warning to both of them, which caused twin looks of outrage.

“I’m just here for a little bit,” Nesta replied, glancing towards the door. Feyre was sure her friends were waiting for her at some impossibly expensive, chic club only the likes of Nesta could enter.

Elain scowled behind Nesta’s back as Nesta said, “You uh…you’re good, right?”

Feyre was saved from answering by a booming knock. Lucien’s whole posture seemed to bounce, then while Elain’s brightened.

“I’ll get it!” She offered, the only one moving towards the door at all though Feyre wasn’t about to point that out. Elain flung it open and Feyre’s heart nearly fell through the floor. Cassian stepped in, dusting snow from his flannel shirt with a grin. His whole body seemed light despite its bulk.

“You came,” Elain said with delight. Cassian’s eyes found Feyre’s and his smile softened.

“Of course I did.”

Feyre’s legs wobbled, taking her to Cassian for a hug. “Just you?”

“You fucking wish it was just Cassian!” Came Mors voice from the doorway. Feyre twisted to look at the beautiful blonde, killer in blood red and two bottles of wine in hand. “You can’t make me look that hot and think I’m not gonna show up.”

Azriel was right behind Mor, silent as always as he surveyed Elain’s apartment with quiet interest.

“Just…just the three of you?” Feyre murmured into Mor’s beautiful blonde hair.

“Sorry,” Azriel murmured, putting a hand on her shoulder.

“We tried, but…” Cassian added, clearly checking out her elder sister without bothering to hide it.

“He read it…we made him,” Mor added softly, plopping on the couch beside Lucien.

Feyre nodded. She couldn’t do anything else but knowing he’d read it and his friends had forgiven her but he hadn’t still hurt more than she was willing to admit.

“He’s stubborn, Fey,” Cassian told her, accepting a glass of champagne from Elain. “Give him time.”

“And space,” Azriel added, running fingers over Elain’s books.

“And if that doesn’t work…we’ll just beat his ass,” Cassian finished, walking to Nesta. “Cassian, by the way.”

“I don’t care,” Nesta said in a way that very much betrayed that she did care. Behind her, Elain rolled her eyes and sat on the arm of the couch where Lucien immediately put his hand on her thigh. Feyre couldn’t have done an entire night of the two of them constantly touching and was grateful Cassian, Mor, and Azriel were there. Even Nesta, prickly as she was, was a good buffer for brand new Elain and Lucien.

“Want to play a drinking game?” Azriel asked when no one else broke the tension.

“Can I invite some friends?” Nesta asked without skipping a beat. Elain nodded, jumping to her feet despite the heels on her feet.

“A few friends. My neighbors will kill me if this gets out of hand.”

An hour later, Feyre wondered if Rhysand might not come to see her just to yell at her and her sisters. Cassian was as close to Nesta as he could get without having her literally in his lap and Azriel had been eyeing Nesta’s friend Gwyn quietly from the kitchen doorway all night. Mor and Emerie had hit it off practically the first second Emerie stepped through the front door leaving Feyre, once again, the odd man out. She didn’t begrudge any of them a New Year’s fling but it chafed her raw wound all the same.

“Wanna go outside for a minute?” Lucien murmured after another round of cards again. Cassian and Nesta were battling for the ultimate winner, unaware they were just getting drunker and drunker.

“Desperately,” Feyre agreed, following him out of the oppressively warm kitchen. Snow was falling, their breath hanging in the air like clouds. She should have brought a jacket.

“They seem nice…even if Cassian keeps calling me Lucas,” Lucien told her, blowing warm air into his hands.

“They are,” Feyre agreed, suddenly terrified of what she’d do when they left.

“Are you thinking about—” Lucien cut himself off, looking wide-eyed over her head. Without another word or any kind of warming, he turned on his heel and went back towards the steps, leaving Feyre to spin wildly and come face to face with Rhysand.

He stood a few feet away, hands jammed in the pocket of his peacoat. Feyre froze in place, no longer aware of the snow or the cold.

“I uh…I got lost,” he said by way of greeting. “So it took me longer to get here.”

“You could have called,” Feyre replied softly, aware of how absurd the whole conversation was.

“They would have told you I was coming…I wanted it to be a surprise,” he admitted, taking a hesitant step forward.

“Rhys, I’m—-”

“I was stupid,” he interrupted quickly, coming closer still. “To listen to Keir, I mean. He was trying to unseat and me and would have said anything…”

“I lied,” Feyre whispered. “I was there to write a story about you.”

“But you didn’t,” Rhys replied, close enough to caress her face. “Even if thousands of people were talking about your painting and your essay.”

Feyre didn’t want to know her painting blew up, not then when he was so close to saying what she desperately wanted to hear him say.

“I don’t care why you were there,” Rhys continued, “I just want you back. Please, Feyre…come home with me.”

Time seemed to slow as Rhys fell to one knee in the snow, fishing a box out of his pocket. “It’s insane, I know and yet…and yet I wanted to give this to you at the ball. I��m in love with you. It doesn’t make sense and I don’t care anymore. All I know is ever since you left, I’ve been missing half of my body, my soul…it’s like you took the sun with you when you left. I love you, Feyre. Waiting a year isn’t going to change that.”

The ring was absurd and beautiful and old and yet still somehow perfect. She stared for a moment. “You love me?” She repeated, scarcely daring to believe she’d heard him right.

Rhys nodded, looking entirely too vulnerable at that moment. Bracing himself for the no she knew he expected.

“I love you,” she whispered, extending her hand so he could put it on.

He was back on his feet, crushing her to his body with a kiss hot enough to melt the snow around them. It was all she could do but cling to him because he was the air she breathed. If she was his light then Rhys was the stars lost to her in the smoggy, cloud covered city.

“Come inside,” Feyre asked him when he pulled away. “Come eat.”

Rhys smiled, beautiful even in the dark. “I’ll go anywhere you ask.”

She slid her hand in his and tugged him towards the door.

Towards forever.

#feysand #feyre x rhysand #elucien #but as always in the background #supportive best friend lucien #some pain #christmas feysand #IM FINISHED #feels good #also dont you dare come for me over this ending #have vyou SEEND the source material???? #at least i gave rhys and feyre chemistry #more than netflix can say

[makeusfreefromthisfandom]

How They Snapchat

A/n: yes I did everyone bc why not 😌✨ long post ahead but I had a lot of fun doing these! I hope you have just as much fun reading them!

❥Iwatobi

Haru

Is he even on Snapchat?

Lmao

He was forced to by Rin before he left for Australia

Haru forgets about it. The only time he posts are when he’s out with Rin and it’s Rin who’s the one posting for him

Makoto

Cats!

Omg he’s going to be posting snaps of him and the neighborhood cat

But he’s also posting snaps of him and Haru

most of the time it’s a Nagisa take over and Makoto’s memories are FILLED with Nagisa’s snaps and random videos

He won’t ever delete them ahaha

He’s the type who’s snap is always messing up lolol and he starts panicking about it too 😭

Never the one to leave you on read. A true king.

Nagisa

Ooffff

Yk those people on snap who have like 5 different private stories and are CONSTANTLY posting on ALL of them and somehow you are also on ALL of them

Yeah...

That feature on snap where you just swipe up to be added to someone’s private story? Nagisa is always doing that

There’s no point of calling it a private anymore

Also a spammer, doesn’t care if you do streaks or not

He’s the type who posts videos and pictures of his friends OFF GUARD OMG HES THOSE TYPE OF PEOPLE AJSJSJJSJS

And he gets it at JUST the right moment

poor Rei

Filters. Not the ones that make you look good. The weird ass ones.

Oh also that big mouth filter is his fav (yk the one that everyone uses when they need to rant ajsjsjsjsj)

Can you imagine him on tik tok LMFAO

Rei

Aesthetics ✨

Sunset/sky pics

Also it’s basically Nagisa running his snap too

Selfie e’rryday (courtesy of Nagisa ofc)

Gou

Selfies with the galsssss😆😝

So many swim team memories 🥺

Nagisa likes doing the whole “amosc” thing on her story too without her knowing xb

Has a private story but Rin’s not apart of it 😌🤚🏽

He gets super butthurt when he finds out tho bc the rest of the guys are

Why hasn’t she blocked Momo yet?😭😭😭

SHE DOESNT WANT TO SEE YOUR BEETLE MY GUY

I feel like she rants but she doesn’t even use that one filter to do it. The gorl says what she’s gotta say

But she still likes using the cute little filters tho <3

The group chat maker.

❥Samezuka

Rin

11:11 snaps

He has a whole separate private story for his sad hours and quotes

Late night workout/gym pics. With the time sticker

Also he’s the type to be posting selfies of him and his buddies too :b

snaps of his music

sad playlists

Thinks streaks are stupid but probably does them anyways ajsjsjjsjsjs especially if it’s someone he’s crushing on

ALWAYS checking Gou’s stories bc protective brother things

Always flashing his signature sharky grin

Those people that are confident and intimidating on snap but in reality they’re baby and soft🥺

Sousuke

Black screens.

Ceiling snaps.

leaves you on read

but it’s bc he doesn’t know what to even reply with

Doesn’t really snap like that, he mostly just has it so that it’s another way to keep in touch with acquaintances and friends

Will once in awhile get snaps from Aii and Momo which he’ll just laugh and smile to

Aii

He has a group chat on there for the swim team

He’ll send snaps to Rin and Sousuke sometimes

Cant quite get out of Nagisa’s snap spamming tho, he’s considered blocking

Momo

Do I even need to say anything?

Pyunsuke.

Period.

ITS JUST HIS FREAKIN STAG BEETLE

captions the snaps with things like “isn’t he precious 🥺” “GUYS PYUNSUKE LEARNED A NEW TRICK!!!”

Has a whole story dedicated to “Pyunsuke’s Adventures”

Please all the boys have left that priv story

Aii stays tho bc he’s nice like that

Regrets it everyday.

Also big bro Sei likes to take over his snaps from time to time

Seijuro

He’s got all the fan girls yo 😎🤏🏽

Work out snaps

Swimming snaps in his speedo

Face snaps

He also succeeds in getting selfies with Haru as they’re on the same swim team now 😎🤏🏽

Exposes the younger mikoshibas’ baby pics

NEVER lets the chance go to take a snap when all the mikoshiba siblings reunite

❥Highspeed+Hiyori

Asahi

Inspirational quotes on his mirror selfies

Ooooof Kisumi takeover 24/7

I feel like he’s into aesthetic snaps and phone photography too so yeah lots of coffee shop aesthetics

He still does streaks :b

Forced to have one with Kisumi

Never snaps him back tho

He likes posting his nephew too 🥺

He ends up getting a kick to the face right when he snaps the pic tho

The type to be like “dhmu”

“Only the real ones know”

Kisumi

Has to document all his coffee/food runs

His “vlogs”

Kisumi. Omg KISUMI. He’s that ONE friend who has embarrassing pictures of EVERYONE

Omg you cannot tell me that he’s not a little blackmailer with a smile plastered on his face 24/7

Jkjk

You sly little fox

The exposing type aksjjsjsjsjsjs also my fellow key smasher 😎

That one person who’s always recording at just the right moments

He does streaks too! Although the one with Asahi was completely unintentional and now they’re over 300 days

Pretty selfies all the time! 💖

Has like 1000+ friends and claims to know them all

What can I say, he’s a popular guy~

Ikuya

s t a r s

Askskksksjs

Not the type to really post, more of the type to just watch

An occasional selfie with Hiyori

Sometimes he’ll be sitting at the park or smth with a nice view and he’ll decide to snap a pic

Always has swipe up on Asahi’s stories to remind him of his stupidity

A lot of snaps from Natsuya of his travels or what he’s doing atm

The only person he’ll actually regularly snapback to

Those late night snaps/texts from a special someone never fail to bring a small smile to his lips tho🥺

The type to watch his monthly recaps and 1/2/3 and so on year agos

Natsuya

T r a v e l s

The airport at 4am

The plane

MIRROR SELFIES 🤤

FACE SELFIES 🤤🤤

lots of Nao snaps haha, most of them are saved in his memories tho

He actually has tons of selfies with a bunch of new people that he meets in his travels like Rin!

He also gets Ikuya into taking a selfie with him ;b

HIS SMILE 🥺 omg he’s always flashing a smile in his snaps 🥺

Also doesn’t really do streaks, but he likes to let his close fellas know what he’s doing and where he’s currently at so they unintentionally start anyways

Gets asked for his snap a lot- too bad he’s claimed me as his wife 😙

Nao

Doesn’t really use Snapchat that much unless he’s talking to like the 4 closet people he knows including Natsu

Also more of a watcher than a poster

Wait that sounded wrong akskksks-

Like I mean he watches others’ stories rather than posting stuff on his own

Wait why do I feel like he actually watches those snap stories yk like the buzzfeed ones and dailymail, etc 😭😭

Tends to leave Natsuya on open

Hiyori

Stalks Ikuya on maps

Ok but he doesn’t really post on his story unless it’s a selfie with Ikuya

Or he just wants to share his coffee shop/library aesthetic akaksksksk

More of a memory keeper

Like his memories are definitely filled but he doesn’t always post them

Never leaves you on open. Thinks it’s wrong. Will always snapback/reply 🥺

OH OMG YK WHEN U ACCIDENTALLY POST SOMETHING ON YOUR STORY AND IMMEDIATELY REGRET IT LIKE YK THOSE MOMENTS?

That’s literally Hiyori but he would d i e

LMAO

Too scared to screenshot anything too

I think he also secretly watches those subscription and publisher stories

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[theyaskedmeto]

what i think each og new direction member's social media presence would be like

basically i’ve been doing nothing all day and i’m way too addicted to social media and i started thinking about this so here we are. also i’m just gonna pretend social media was a big thing when they were at school (it obviously wasn’t but lets pretend this is set in like 2016 or smth)

rachel berry

lets be honest rachel would be so damn annoying on social media (not like that’s a surprise tho she’s annoying anyway)

she’d definitely use instagram the most

she’d post photos of her and finn holding hands and caption it like ‘My world, I love this boy 🔐❤️🌏✨’ and then deletes them all when they break up

EXCESSIVE use of emojis 

posts selfies and quote song lyrics in the caption

posts what she’s listening to on her stories (usually boradway) and feels very entitled because of it

posts singing videos 

santana and brit probably bully her in the comments of her posts lbr

honestly i can’t see her having any other forms of social media tbh, she just always uses instagram

auto caps stay ON at all times bc it’s ‘against the rules of basic grammar’

tries to talk in the nd groupchat but no one likes her or listens. like ‘What song should I do for a solo this week’ and then it starts a massive argument

finn hudson

one of those boys who just takes photos of The Scenery™ and no photos of him

maybe posts some photos of him and rachel when they’re together though

actually he probably does the same thing as rachel like ‘Can’t believe this girl is mine 😍💗’ and commenting ‘Love You ❤️’ on her posts but it just seems v high school

probably not very active but uses instagram the most

does a lot of those ask thingys on instagram like ‘send me an emoji and i’ll say what i think about you’ LMAO

i feel like he’s not very involved with it because he prefers video games more lol

uses ‘😂’ unironically

auto caps on and doesn’t even know having them off is a thing

noah puckerman

USES SNAPCHAT. nothing else. but he does have insta

has sent streaks to everyone he’s friends with on sc and will continue to until he’s like 25 

posts way too many mirror selfies with the flash on without his shirt off (ew) 

literally never talks in the nd groupchat

auto caps on - actually he probably Types Like This All The Time

has A Rule that if he’s talking to a girl he has to not reply for at least 2 hours but if it’s a guy then he has to reply asap (bros before hoes type vibe)

blaine anderson

i really don’t think he’d use it that much??? i feel like he’d get too overwhelmed ahdkjhdjs

WAIT APART FROM TUMBLR

he’s probably very involved with tumblr and is part of the star wars fandom/marvel fandom

his ao3 history is between him and his computer only

ppl wanna be his friend on tumblr because he’s just nice and kind 🥺

he’s probably quite popular on there - has a lot of followers

but he doesn’t really use any others - has an instagram but there’s no posts on there

maybe he tries to spread awareness on his insta stories???

hates snapchat with a passion 

uses :) :( <3 ;_; way too much (he’s on tumblr)

has auto caps off. like he’s a fanboy okay he’s on TUMBLR fgs. 

occasionally talks in the nd groupchat but is normally a bit intimidated by all the arguments it causes 

v open about his sexuality on his insta (has a 🌈in his bio🥺)

brittany pierce

she uses all of the main ones (insta and snapchat)

posts loads of photos of lord tubbington on there and adds loads of gifs on her stories

such!! a wholesome!!! insta page!!!!!

lots of mirror selfies with the flash on

bad spelling 😔

tries to do those story bingo things but gives up when she gets confused

also has another insta account to build her fondue for 2 channel 

auto caps OFF

uses all the pretty emojis way too much like ‘went to the park 🏞 it was so ✨💗 fun!!! 🌸🌈☀️ we had a good time 😍’

is the QUEEN of the nd groupchat along with santana. tbh her and santana would just use it as their place to talk about everything rather than private messages

santanna lopez

her whole instagram is just selfies

uses snapchat quite a lot but when she gets older she stops completely and deletes it ‘snapchat is for straight ppl’

cyberbullies rachel ajhfdsjhd

does ops on her story and is just brutally honest to everyone who asks 

auto caps stay on but sometimes she forces her keyboard to type all lowercase

NEVER uses emojis. not even :( or :) she just never uses them ever

has a tiktok addiction for when she gets sad about britt (especially s2 when britt isn’t with her)

kurt hummel

uses instagram to show off his outfits 

especially when he gets older and lives in ny!! 

there’d be such cute lil videos of him and blaine on his story like taking videos of his ootd and then blaine photobombing and then he zooms in on him and laughs ok i’ve thought about this too much

compliments all his besties on their photos like ‘So gorgeous 😍’

auto caps stay religiously ON but uses a lot of abbreviations like ‘btw and ily’ etc

in the early days of him and blaine being together, he’d be quite private about it but around the time just before he leaves for ny they get more public

only uses emojis for reactionary purposes eg. to compliment friends

posts photos of anything. honestly i want to see his insta it’d be so cute

has a private instagram for his close friends where he shitposts his whole life like ‘Dad’s taking us to get mcdonalds!!!!’ with blaine

sam evans

posts shirtless pics and all the girls thirst over him ajdhksjdk

uses insta more than snapchat but always sends streaks (maybe when he’s younger tho like around season 4 i don’t think he would be anymore)

also v wholesome though??? like i think he’d post pics of what flowers he got his mum for mothers day 

posts pics of mercedes on his story when they’re together 🥺

posts his favourite songs on his story

auto caps ON bc he doesn’t know having them off is a thing lol

uses 😂 unironically

mercedes jones

doesn’t post much on any social media platforms but is always liking everyone elses posts and complimenting her friends

posts more on her story than anything else

when she gets more confident in herself tho, she posts more (especially when she moves to new york)

occasional photos of sam when they’re dating with a lil love heart emoji on her story

lots of emojis but she uses them when necessary

auto caps on!!!

tina cohen-chang

THE SAME AS RACHEL WITH MIKE but like 10 times less annoying and people actually care

literally the cutest couple on instagram with the new directions group

uses the nd groupchat quite regularly bc people actually LISTEN to her there

has a cute lil gc with sam and blaine with some weird ass name

switches to auto caps off after she goes through her goth phase 

uses :) and :( and also a few pretty emojis eg. 💗☀️✨🌟💐🍬 to make her captions looks pretty

v quick replier

quinn fabray

this bitch has too many emotions for social media ok?

just watches tiktok to cheer herself up but it makes her more sad

has an instagram but never posts on there

if you wanna message her just text because she’ll never reply otherwise

disappears off the face of the earth during her skank phase. deletes her instagram and everything

auto caps on but it doesn’t even matter because she never even needs to use her keyboard 

(we’re talking s3 tho. in like s1 she’d have been into it to keep up her persona lol. her insta would’ve defo had over 1k followers)

mike chang

uses insta more than sc and posts photos of him and tina on his story 

fast replier - loyal king

fully ignores the nd groupchat because he avoids drama 😌✨

non caps because it ‘looks friendlier and not like you’re shouting’

will help you with your homework if you have any questions 

like ‘hey have you done this english homework?? i can’t find any good quotes that’ll help with the question’ and he’ll reply fast with a whole list bc he’s an academic KING

would love to post some dancing videos but gets too scared :(

artie abrams

has no social media and is rlly annoying bc its so hard to contact him

auto caps on. i mean like how would u know having them off was a thing if you don’t have any socials

fully punctuates every text

#idk if this is a british thing sjhfskjd #but it made me Think #also #idk if i've missed any out but i cba its midnight #glee #new directions #Artie Abrams #sam evans #Kurt Hummel #blaine anderson #mike chang #quinn fabray #klaine #rachel berry #finn hudson #brittany pierce #Tina Cohen Chang #mercedes jones #santana lopez #noah puckerman #elsie is here #brittana #tike #samcedes #finnchel

[trash-but-respectable-trash]

The brothers + Diavolo reactions to a day in a human amusement park

Thanks to @beel-is-a-snack for the idea!

Lucifer:

- He’s hesitant when you first ask him but he finally agrees, mostly because he needs to keep an eye on his brothers

- He isn’t trilled with the idea of going to an amusement park, they also have them in the Devildom and he doesn’t particularly enjoys them

- Surprisingly enjoys himself even if he won’t ever admit it

- Lucifer is good at everything, including carnaval games that are supposed to be almost impossible to beat, he wins all of them

- You end up with tons of prizes to take home, including a huge teddy bear that is almost as big as you

- He doesn’t have a sweet tooth, but he will share some cotton candy with you

- If you persuade him to go on a roller coaster, he’ll act like it’s nothing and keep a straight face the whole time, it’s almost creepy

Mammon:

- He might not agree to go at first, but when you tell him it’s okay and you’ll just have to go with his brothers, he instantly say yes

- You’re not going anywhere without him

- If you want him to go with you on any ride, you just have to mention going with one of his brothers and he’ll follow you everywhere

- You decided to drag him into the haunted house

- He’ll tell you that the great Mammon will protect you, but he gets terrified from the very first jump scare

- Lucifer also decided to hide in the haunted house after hearing Mammon bragging about not being scared of anything or anyone

- When Lucifer gets out of his hiding spot right in front of Mammon screaming: MAMOOOON, Mammon almost shit his pants

- He’s jumpy for the rest of the day and gets teased about it by everyone

- Let’s just say he lost his confidence after that

- If you ask him to go on the Ferris wheel with only the two of you, he’ll get his confidence back: “Of course you’d want the great Mammon to go with ya!”

Leviathan:

- He would rather play videos games in his room, he doesn’t like to go outside in general

- He also doesn’t like big crowds, except for conventions and concert of his idols

- But he’ll make an effort for you

- He’ll bring his switch to play video games when you’re waiting in line

- He probably filmed Lucifer scaring Mammon in the haunted house and posted it online for everyone to see

- He’s calling everyone at the amusement park a normie but he secretly really enjoyed his day

Satan:

- If you weren’t already on a trip to the human world, Satan will be happy to go with you, he always likes to go to human bookstores so he can find new books to read

- If you were already in the human world, he’ll still be happy to go with you even tough he thought at first that you were inviting him on a date

- He’ll bring a book to entertain him while you’re all waiting in line

- He will try to convince Lucifer to sit on that platform that makes the person fall in a tub of water if someone hit the target

- there’s a 100% it won’t happen, but Satan thinks about it all day anyway

- This man is super romantic, so he’ll probably wait until the sunset to ask you to go on the Ferris wheel with him and he’ll probably ask the man controlling it to stop it when you’re both at the top

- He’s also pretty skilled in carnaval games, so if he feels competitive that day, he might try to win you more prizes than Lucifer did

Asmodeus:

- This guy is all in, he’s gonna take so much selfies!

- Pictures of you and him in a human amusement park is gonna get tons of likes on Devilgram!

- He won’t go on rides though because the wind would ruin his hair

- His favorite thing in the whole amusement park is the mirror maze, he can see himself from every angle and he loves it

- He’ll take pictures of you all day including one with all of your prizes and one with you and him eating cotton candy, since it’s pink and it fits his aesthetic

Beelzebub:

- As long as there’s food, Beel will come

- He gets super excited by all the food, especially the sweets, they all look so good!

- You’ll have to hold him back on the food if you don’t want every single kid to cry because Beel ate all the food in the whole amusement park

- If you don’t stop him, he’ll buy the entire cotton candy stand and eat all of it, even the actual stand

- Other than that, he’s very easy to please, as long as you and Belphie are with him, he’s happy

- He will go on any ride you want to try, even the scarier ones

Belphegor:

- He’ll go because you and Beel are going, that’s pretty much the only reason

- He would probably cling to Beel’s back like a koala the entire day so he doesn’t have to walk

- He might fall asleep on some of the rides if he founds them too boring

- He would probably steal one or more of your plushies when you get back home so he can cuddle them when he’s taking naps and you’re not there to cuddle with him

- He would be a tired boy at the end of the day and probably sleep for 3 days straight

Diavolo:

- This man might be the future king of the Devildom, but he does have a child like personality sometimes (most of the time)

- He’s probably even more excited then 5 years old kids to go to the amusement park

- He will go on every single ride at least once, yes even the ones made for small children

- He would ask Barbatos or Lucifer to win him prizes while he’s going on rides

- He will also try as much food as he can, he loves human culture and food!

- He’s literally acting like a child the whole day, but at least he’s having fun

- His new phone background is a picture of Lucifer, you and him at sunset, posing with all of your prizes

#obey me #obey me! #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo

[renaxwrites]

Dear Serena, thank you very much for the scenario about Miya! I really fell in love with your wrining. You are a wonderful author. I'm your fan number one now. Thank you! Can I ask headcanons about being besties with Kuroo, Bokuto and Akaashi?

Besties - (Kuroo, Bokuto, Akaashi)

a/n: you’re so sweet, thank you 🥺 wasn’t sure if you wanted separate or not, so I just did both. Hope you enjoy 💞

Kuroo:

Being best friends with Nekoma’s captain is like having a big brother

A tall, annoying, obnoxious, exasperating, cocky...

Kuroo: “y/n, if you say one more negative thing about me I’ll make you wash our sweaty ass jerseys by hand”

Okay, he’s a valuable friend that you can rely on whenever you needed him

You’re the only one who can genuinely put up with his teasing, and he’s grateful for it so that he can let loose

You’re his #1. He’ll make sure there’s a seat saved for you next to him, you’re the first he calls when he’s inviting people

You’re at each other’s houses so much it’s almost weird for your parents to see one without the other. Pure definition of “two peas in a pod”

He’s your wingman and you are his. No matter how many time you tell him “I told you so”, you’re always willing to listen to his love problems and vice versa

He thinks no one is good enough for you

Whenever you tell him about your person of interest and he happens to see them on his walk with you, he’ll glare at them until they get the message

Each other’s number one supporter. You wear his number at his matches shouting “THAT’S MY BEST FRIEND”. And he’ll show up to your events. Loves to embarrass you by painting your name on his chest

You: “I know you mean well Tetsu, but for the love of god, put your shirt back on. This is an orchestra concert, not a sports event.”

Despite all the teasing, you love each other to death

Random: “You guys would look so cute together”

You and Kuroo: GAG

Love each other, but not that much

Bokuto:

Oh boy

He’s the reason you spend hundreds of dollars on ear plugs hopefully it won’t be a hearing aid next

Everyone always knows where you are thanks to Bokuto’s infamous “HEY HEY HEY Y/N!”

Always ready to come to your rescue at any time of need

He may not get things right at first, but will keep trying until you’re happy

Speaking of which, you seem to be the only one fluid enough to be able to keep up with all his mood swings

Have a mental book at the ready whenever you see a sign of a mood change then BAM he’s all better thanks to you

Loves to text you crackhead things in the dead hours of the morning, making you have to put your phone on silent if you have something important the next day

Bokuto @ 2 AM: “Okay but happens if you get scared half to death...twice?”

You: “Now hold on”

Will make it his duty to makes sure you always have a smile on your face, no matter how many brain teasers or tickle fights it takes

Wholesome bff

Akaashi:

Y’all radiate such powerful bffs-that-are-practically-siblings energy

Is such a sturdy shoulder to lean on

Both literally and metaphorically

Appears to be mostly the quiet type to everyone else, but to you he is totally more than that

Will tell you things like it is, thinks you deserve to hear the truth, in his own nice way

Is honestly such a sweetheart. You’re one of his top priorities

Keeps a couple of your smaller “necessities” in his bag in case you forgot yours: pads/tampons, mirror, hair ties

Tutors you in weak areas and vice versa

The two of you love to study together. He is super patient and will make sure you understand the material, all while giving you snack to keep you focused

Occasionally playfully threatens you if you don’t focus

Akaashi: “Well, since you’re not wanting to pay attention, I think we should call up Bokuto again”

You: “No! I’ll finish the problem I swear!!Have mercy...”

Is totally the opposite with you compared to Bokuto, probably cause you have common sense just like him

Whenever you need him, he will drop everything for you except volleyball practice might be harder since bokuto will not allow separation

Walking you home, even if his house is the opposite way, listening to your long rants on end,

He is definitely part of the Respectful Kings train

ALL ABOARD

Kuroo & Bokuto & Akaashi:

3 big bullies brothers that get on your nerves love you dearly

Kuroo was the one who brought you into their lil posse

From that day, y’all instantly clicked and now there’s no going back

Definitely have a gc, half is Kuroo and Bokuto saying the most crackhead things at random times of the day, and the other half is you and Akaashi telling them to “stfu and go to bed”

Sleepovers are a must!!

Y’all rotate duties, like who’s house it’s at, snack duty, movie picker, cleanup, etc.

The most bonding experiences the 4 of you have is at those sleepovers

Iconic one is you playing hairdresser with the fellas, aka the most gruesome workout you’ve ever had

Used about 20 diff products to fix Kuroo’s rooster bed head none of them worked

Seeing how many styles Bokuto’s hair could withstand

Gave Akaashi simple little braids all around to play it safe

Makeup challenges hyped you up

Seeing how clueless they were at the products made you laugh, but you had lessons on what each thing is used for

You do their faces, and they love their new looks so much they post selfies in it (Kuroo and Bokuto anyway, Akaashi’s in the background of the photos, just vibin)

Traditional group hugs whenever you needed to part ways ugh my heart

The most valuable friend group you can ever have

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu!! imagines #haikyuu headcanons #kuroo testuro #kuroo x reader #kuroo headcanons #kuroo imagine #bokuto kotaro #bokuto x reader #bokuto headcanons #bokuto imagine #akaashi keiji #akaashi x reader #akaashi headcanons #akaashi imagine #rena imagines

[popculturebuffet]

Amphibia Reviews: The Sleepover to End All Sleepovers/A Day at the Aquarium

Last full episode before hiatus! The Kids have a sleepover in the castle that starts like the Princess Diaries 2 and ends in unspeakable horror, while the Plantars try to spend one final day together without getting sad. Sort of like everyone these days without the final part. One last ride under the cut. 

Whelp it’s the end for this batch of episodes which is sad, and i’ll genuinely miss covering these every week. Yeah I have other coverage incoming with Ducktales coming back, eeeee, and current Loud House coverage.. but it was still nice to have something to cover this summer and something to watch every week during this blighted year, as i’ve mentioned before there weren’t any BAD episodes just hard to cover ones and I think by the end I figured out how to do that.. mostly by stopping straight up recaps for more condensed ones. Point is I had fun, grew as a reviewer, and it was a good way to kill a few saturdays, sundays and one or two mondays, and that ain’t bad at all. So before we come back for halloween, let’s send off weekly amphibia coverage in style for now, unless it comes back in November and I look stupid, with this week. Let’s go. 

The Sleepover to End All Sleepovers

Well this one took a turn. It was also an excellent one as we got more insight into Marcy and Anne’s friendship with Sasha, and some truly excellent horror. Yes, horror.  The Plantar kids head to the castle for the evening for a Sleepover. Turns out the king finally did find something, as did Marcy who’s playing coy about what they found in the hidden library I forgot to mention last time because I was covering 4 episodes at once. Anyway King Keith David has a meeting with them tommorow. So the kids are staying with Marcie to have a fun night together while Hop Pop has a night without the kids to get something head to toe.. it’s better not to ask. They also annoy Olivia who goes off to drink.. juice. Yes the hard juice that comes with a lemon wedge and speedoed servant newt. 

It’s also our ambigously gay duo’s first sleepover without Sasha, but their confident they can do this themselves while Sprig is hoping i’tll be good as his first sleepover (And has a creepy closeup about formative memories) Cue a fun montage of everryone annoying olivia and getting into hyjinks round the castle from sillys tring, which is shot from critters, to painting moustaches. It’s fun stuff.  Then we go from fun stuff to...

As , in order to stay awake, as being the bastion of pleasantness she is Sasha refused to let them sleep till sunrise, Marcy and Anne initate a SCARE DARE! A SCARE DARE! is a scary dare where the person who dosen’t complete it goes in the book of losers. Which of course was Sasha’s idea, both in general concept and the dares done. What a well adjusted young lady!  So naturally our heroes go into the basment they were told to stay out of. They get pass Lady Olvia because she’s passed out drunk on hard lemonade, living the dream as it were. ,Anyway they.  find a bunch of tombstones, and then Marcy and Anne taking a selfie (Say desecration) wakes the dead... all because they were both playing chicken. One has to imagine how the kids talking with hop pop would go

So yeah the ghostly horror terrors chase the kids, who somehow end up in Marcy’s room. So she just has a passage from a floating graveyard contaning horrifying eldtirch ghosts to her room.. a room the king put in for her. Someone protect this child. 

So our heroes soon have to deal with the ghosts but luckily sprig’s mirror catching it reveals the mirrors, which were foreshadowed earlier by a hall of mirrors leading into the corpse room, making the ghosts solid and allowing our heroes to fight htem back. Our heroes are exausted, Marcy and Anne reveal that they also chickend out on the scare dare so it’s okay, and Oliva arrives. It’s go time.  Final Thoughts: A fun episode that quickly pivots into a great and nightmare inducing one perfect for spooky season coming up soon. I do generally wonder just WHAT those things are, and it’s great setup for whatever’s abotu to come. And while I didn’t mention it in the recap we also get sprig finding some sort of painting and it being of the king, a toad and a frog.. we don’t get to see it clearly so it could be someone else.. but.. it’s clear the king likely has ties to what happened before. But what DID happen before? what are those ghost things? what’s the king’s angle? 

Yeah I have no answers for now on what the king’s plan is, or how inocent he is or if that’s his dad, just that something’s clearly wrong. And the omonious chess metaphor told us that.. yeah I do think that bit was kind of a mistake as otherwise while we’d probably still question the king, we would be more conflicted as evidence piled up versus “yeah something’s clearly wrong. “ Then again we genuiely don’t know what his motives or plan is or how well intentioned he is or anything other than he SEEMS nice, and that said game could be a necessary evil for all we know. We just don’t have enough information, even with the ominus bits, to truly know what’s going on and what kind of villian the king is. If he is one at all the show could pull a massive swerve on us.. I mean I doubt it he probably is evil, but I wouldn’t put it past the show. For now let’s move on so I can do more wheel spinning and what not...

Day at the Aquarium

So it’s time for another audience with the king. Turns out he and Mar-mar found out a LOT. Or Marcy did at least, as the above makes clear the king may of known ALL OF THIS already, and just needed Marcy and Anne to think he didn’t long enough for his evil plans. But we do learn a LOT about the gems, the box, and what it does as well as how to fix it... 

So let’s not waste time since some of you probably don’t have episode acess this early and want to know: Turns out the calamity box is an interdimensional travel device, and, as far as the king tells us anyway, the king’s ancestors went around from world to world as explorers, possibly the group seen in the picture and just as likely the king himself hiding his role in things. Now how much of the explorer part is TRUE remains up in the air, especially since history also painted Columbus an explorer, including when I was in school, and not you know.. an idiot and a colonizing bastard. History is written by the winners after all so it’s hard to know what’s true, only that the book is likely real: While the king COULD’VE planted it to lead marcy, or had one made up, a fake would’ve been spotted immeditly as we’ve established Marcy is a master detective with batman level deductive skills. Or Elongated Man but I wanted most of you to get the refrence and his adaptation versoins so far haven’t been the kindest to ralph. Anyways, point is that con wouldn’t work on her so the book IS real, as is it’s info on the box.. i’ts just hard to tell what was left out or if this was written before utter diastaer and apocalypse insued. After all Gravity Falls Journal 3 is all fine and dandy about bill before the giant passage about bill not being trusted written in blood and Ford going into a paranoid tailspin after realizing his friend is actually a horrifing monster, literally and figuratively, so we don’t know WHAT could’ve been hidden in a nother book the king could’ve removed at any time before  Marcy got there or while she was away on a mission.  But yeah while we know there’s probably more to it this is sitll big information, the box connecting to 4 other worlds other than amphibia, which not only opens up the story possiblities but the fan fiction, and that each of the gems can be recharged at three temples, each one of the gems responding to a diffrent trait judging by the symbols, each representing our girls; Purple is strength, and thus sasha, Blue is Heart, Anne, and Green is Brains, Marcy. I do like thisd as it tells us more but only raises further questions, hooking the audience more. It’s great stuff. But our heroines now have a goal.. but unforutnately the Plantars need to go back and Anne can’t go with as Marcy wants her close. It’s harvest season soon and the Plantars have been away long enough. So they have one last day, though both marcy and the king are apologetic and the king offers them a large tissue and upon getting no response just gives it to them as next time we see them with it. it’s both a great gag, and a nice show of kindess from the king and possible diabolical mastermind. 

So the Plantars decide to spend their final day with Anne at the aquarium, as it always cheered her up. This goes south as eveyrhting from the eels to the giant kraken to the coral reminds them of their past and leaves the poor group sobbing. Even a water show goes sideways as Sprig sees an eel, but it does lead to the group fighting off the stingrays at the show in an utterly stunning fight sequence. Not the best i’ve seen this month.. but only because I binged what I missed of rise of the tmnt this month and that show’s final figh tis an utter showstopper, as are most of it’s fight, but this is easily on par with most of them. Fluid, well done and emotoinal. Our heroes get thrown out of course, but the thought counts and they decide one last throughly them memory is better than nothing.  The final scene is naturally an utter gut punch as we get tearfull goodbyes (sprig and anne forever). Their crying, i’m crying we’re all crying and Hop Pop promises they’ll see each other again. Because family always finds each other. My heart.. it’s too full. here have an apporiate song...

Let’s see how i’m doing. 

Yeah so two things: I’m not going to be able to stop sobbing thinking of this scene so let’s move on and how have I only NOW refrenced gilmore girls on this blog?

But yeah the scene is utterly moving as the Plantars leave and Marcy realises something. She likely was keeping Anne close because she just got her back... but realizes she’s being selfish. It’s not SAID on screen but it’s clear both in Hailey’s voice acting and from the animation what’s going through her head. It’s utterly captivating stuff. So she tells Anne to go with them.. offically because they should have someone they can trust keep an eye on the box, which is a good idea honestly given just giving it to a royal messenger is just asking for it to be stolen. So Marcy will stay behind and prepare, and since she mentioned it before likekly try to find Sasha as she earlier stated they HAVE to find her.. and given what we see with the recharging that’s both because she misses her friend no matter what she’s done, and because she’s vitally important, while Anne goes with the Plantars to get the box and have some more time before they say goodbye forever, with Marcy coming to wartwood to pick it and anne up for the first temple. Because nothing terrible’s ever happened when a plucky youth with a sword went to three seperate temples, especially involving a guy with a beard and full plate armor. 

Marcy stares off, sad her friend and possible crush is gone.. but unederstanding that this is what she needs, and that she can’t hold her here.. Anne needs to see her family off.. and we get a tearful reunion as Anne chases after them, passing her friends from “Scavenger Hunt”, and reunites with her family. But of course we can’t end on a happy moment, as we cut back to Marcy whose utterly sad.. and the King who says he has a proposition for her, one she’ll find most agreable. 

But yeah we end on that bit of ominus as we close till october. 

Final Thoughts: Yeah if it wasn’t obvious this was a great one. Great plot progression, great animation, great emotional hook, good jokes which I dind’t get into for time, and tons of stuff to leave fans wanting more just before the break, but without a HUGE cliffhanger. Sure we don’t know what the King’s planning, but that aside our heroes are still together outside of marcy, and we haave a lot to look forward to whenever the show gets back. I’m hyped. Your hyped. IT’s a good note to go out on, especially since last weeks eps were also excellent and it looks like things are about to pick up. When next we meet it’s an inconsequential, probably, anthology episode, though it should be fun, then whenever new episodes return, wether it be just in november or more likely in February, our heroes return to wartwood! And we’ll find out what everyone’s been up to. Hopefully Ivy didn’t leave sprig. We’ll see. Until then, you can check out this blog for more recaps, as I said i’m covering ducktales as it comes back monday and loud house whenever I can get my meat hooks on the new episodes, and until then say safe and go team venture!

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[the-writer-ofthe-fandoms]

Symbiote  (Lucifer Morningstar) (Ch. 10)

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Symbiote! GN!Reader  Words:2.0K+ Warning(s): Talks of trauma, gore warning A/N: Heyo sorry for the l o n g wait, but life is life. heres the next installment of Symbiote~ Sorry if I miss anyone on the taglist, there are a lot of people asking and its hard to keep track. Chapters: Chapter 1, | Chapter 2 |  Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 |

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There was a moment of brief, heavy silence before a soft spoken answer was received: "Sure thing."

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Lucifer watched as (Y/N) immediately melted into a deep sleep and he expected Venom followed in suit. It was a cute site, he would be lying by saying their sleeping face was not cute. The way their lips were slightly parted, the soft snores, the way you were gripping onto and holding onto the pillow...

He shook his head, taking one last look before he moved himself away from the bed. There was a strange feeling that swarmed and filled up his chest. It was a feeling he had only felt a few times before in his long past. He couldn't quite place his finger on the strange sensation but tried to shrug it off. That can be saved for his future visit with Linda.

It was an interesting twist to his life, meeting (Y/N) and Venom. He thought the only thing was Chloe making him vulnerable but it seems like his time on Earth is adding more spice to his life.

Lucifer pulled out his cellphone and sent a quick message for Mazikeen, telling her to come to the pent house in the morning. After hitting send he closed out of the app and swiped towards his camera. Him taking a picture wasn't for black mail purposes, but his impulse to have some sort of silly photo on his phone was high. Lucifer crouched down near his bed and held up his phone, taking a rather adorable selfie of him with his tongue and (Y/N) asleep.

Lucifers head snapped in the direction of his elevators and the sound of an all too familiar, angelic brothers voice.

"Luci, I need to talk to you."

"Oh no." He gulped. He was panicking internally and lightly pulled the covers over his sleeping body guard as he figured out something to tell his brother. "Stay. Here." He gritted his teeth and made his way to his brother. "What is it Amenadiel, I was in the middle of something."

"I heard you were working with the human; the strange one that we aren't entirely sure is human."

"And what about it, Amenadiel?"

"You shouldn't mess with-"

"Let me stop you there. Were you not the angel to work with a devil and to work with me?"

"Yes but-"

"Listen, I have met with them and gotten know them. They are completely harmless."

"Are you completely sure?" Amenadiel stared down Lucifer with an intense look. "Are you sure they won't harm humans."

Lucifer went to speak but had to watch himself. He knew that (Y/N) and Venom were virtually harmless to good humans, but he also knew that Venom ate humans. Granted they were criminals, so basically almost harmless.

"They won't harm bad humans." Lucifer rolled his eyes when Amenadiel gave him a look. "You allow me to do the same thing: punishing the bad." That seemed to shut his angel brother up for a moment.

"Just be careful, Lucifer. You don't fully know them or what they are capable of."

"Thats the fun of this whole experience." Lucifer devilishly smirked while Amenadiel rolled his eyes. His brother didn't say anymore and just left. The King of Hells smirk fell to a more relaxed expression before he went back to his bed to make sure that (Y/N) was still in bed. He was expecting them still there, not an empty bed.

"Shit!" He exclaimed, although he kept his voice low. He listened carefully for any sound in his penthouse. Lucifers head perked when he heard a sound coming from the bathroom; it sounds like there is water running. He stepped to the bathroom in his bedroom and leaned his head close to the door,and it definitely sounded like the shower was running.

"(Y/N) darling, are you okay?" He was hoping either Venom or (Y/N) were sober enough to what they were doing.

"Fiiiine." A long, drawn out reply came from the other side. That reply did not sound sober. "Venom is still knocked out."

"What are you doing?"

"Gonna wash me and my clothes."

"Why don't you come out before you do that and wait until tomorrow."

"No!" After that shout he heard a thump on the floor. "Ow I fell..."

"I'm coming in, (Y/N)." He didn't waste time to open the unlocked door, but hoped that they weren't fully unclothed. Usually Lucifer wouldn't mind but in these circumstances he would like to respect his employee. He saw them sprawled on the floor with what looks like a cut on their forehead.

"Hnng..." They moaned out as Lucifer rushed to them.

"Your forehead..." There was a lot of blood, although he knew the alcohol had a part in that.

"Don't worry, Venom can heal it in the morning." Lucifer watched as they pushed themselves off the ground. "I gotta- I gotta lay down."

"Just lean on me, I will walk you to the bed." He wrapped an around their waist and slowly moved them out from the bathroom and onto the bed. "I will get a towel to clean all the blood on your face alright?" He helped them sit on the edge of the bed before darting back to the bathroom for a hand towel.

"I'm not usually like this." (Y/N) said quietly, their words still slurred but they sounded much more sober than earlier. "Don't ever give us alcohol like that again."

Lucifer didn't respond, he had no idea what to say. He began dabbing the cloth on their face, trying his hardest to be gentle while wiping away the blood on their cute face. Lucifer blinked... Cute? He mentally shook away that thought and continued to swipe away the blood.

"I'm sorry." They muttered. "We don't mean to be trouble."

"No trouble at all, especially compared to me." Lucifer chuckled. "Now before you go back to bed, are you sure your cut is fine? It looks pretty bad."

"Yea, like I said: Venom can fix that. He can fix a lot, he is currently fixing me right now." The drunk (Y/N) slightly giggled.

"What does that mean?" Lucifer felt a little bad for prying, but this was a prime opportunity to learn more about the host and the alien.

"I'm a perfect match, but on scans my body basically looks like it is actively dying, like complete organ failure. Venom is preventing that from happening." They sighed and looked downwards towards their chest. "He heals physical wounds too."

Lucifer was about to interrupt them when he saw their hand tug at the collar of their shirt,but when he saw just a small portion of a jagged, dark scar he almost froze. He has seen many horrid things that do not affect him, but this affected him in a sympathetic way. He had barely met the two but he knew (Y/N) and Venom were decent people compared to a lot of humans on Earth.

"If he can heal a gaping hole through my body..." They yawned, and continued. "He can heal a cut. Anyways, I sleep now." They laid their head on the pillow and almost instantly they fell asleep.

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Your head was pounding when you were awoken by sunlight. You were sure this was a hangover and definitely sure you were feeling Venoms too. You didn't have to look around to know you weren't in your apartment, the feel of the silk sheets against your skin was a dead give away. Letting your eyes investigate your surroundings you could conclude this was Lucifers pent house. You couldn't piece much together after you fell asleep (the first time that is) but there were strange memories that were popping up; like going to the bathroom and Lucifer helping you a second time to bed.

You swung your legs over the edge of the bed and took a moment before standing up. You took steps to the bathroom, which gave you a sense of a deja vu, to freshen up a bit. When you got to the bathroom your (e/c) eyes widened at the site in the mirror. There was a nice sized gash on your head, starting from yohr hairline to barely above your brow.

"Venom buddy, are you awake?" You spoke, although your voice definitely sounded raspy from just waking up. "I need you to heal this." No response, the alien still must be asleep. As irritating as it was because you needed him, a small break from constant chatter was nice.

You sighed, and spent time with the rest of your appearance. You definitely had bedhead hair but it wasn't too much of a struggle to neaten out. You splashed some cool water on your face and took advantage of the bottle of mouth wash that was on the counter. With a stretch you left the washroom and bedroom, hoping to find Lucifer.

Right as you entered the main room the elevator doors slid open and there was the Devil you were looking for.

"Ah good your awake." He grinned and set down a bag and coffee. Here is breakfast for you. We have another case so eat fast."

"O-okay." You yawned while talking, opening the bag and taking out the bagel he got.

"I wasn't sure how you liked your coffee, or if you liked coffee, and bagel."

"Don't worry about it, I just hope the food helps with the hangover." You begin to chow down fast, hoping the food would stir Venom. "Venom is still asleep so he hasn't healed the cut. Which I want to ask if you know how I got it."

"Oh right. You went to take a shower with your clothes on and you fell and hit your head on the counter."

"Ah... Well I hope you forgive my behavior."

"Trust me, I have seen you humans act way worse while not under the influence."

"Nibble... No more alcohol..." Venoms voice finally was heard.

"Good morning Venom. Can you heal up my forehead please?" You heard grumble from him but you could feel him start to pull your forehead wound close. You could feel his goopy self start to enclose the wound before sinking back into you.

"Less subtle than I was expecting." Lucifers face looked almost impressed. You quickly finished your bagel and grabbed the coffee.

"I can drink this on the way. Do you know anything about the case your joining?"

"Only that it pertains to our killer." Lucifer made his way back to his elevator and you quickly join him.

"The Stalker case? This is a quick escalation from the last scene."

"Well according to what Chloe briefly told me, the crime scene confirms its Gene. And that we got the reports back from his prison he was released on parole but he killed his officer."

"Well shit."

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You and Lucifer arrived at the crime scene in around 10 minutes after leaving his place. Thankfully Lucifer lent you his sunglasses to help with the headache. Venom thought they looked cool too which was a plus. Officers eyed you as you stuck close to Lucifers side; they eyed you more than they did last time. You rolled your eyes and continued following Lucifer into the toy store.

"Detective!" Lucifer greeted loudly as he approached his partner. You slid the sunglasses onto the top of your head since the room was fairly dim.

"Another dead body..." Venom growled.

"Lucifer, (Y/N)." She greeted Lucifer with a look of annoyance but gave you a small smile. Although you can tell she seemed to be hiding something... Call it a journalistic hunch. "I need you both to see this. Now." She brought you both to around the counter where the store clerk would usually be, but there you saw a dead man.

The words 'stay away' were carved into his arms and you noticed the same two words were written next to his body.

"I take it our killer finger painted more in a different room?" Lucifer asked humorously.

"Yes he did in the store room." Detective Decker glared at him. "But he broke his pattern; he left these." She handed you two evidence bags, both with paper in them. One was a piece of college ruled paper with what seems to be an address.

The next was a picture of you outside the last crime scene with Lucifer laughing.

"Looks like he knows your investigating him again, (Y/N)."

"Well... Shit."

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[shotosprincess]

When he loves me — Iwa ♡︎ Oikawa

LISTEN TO: “ CLOUD 9 “ — BEACH BUNNY

ART: UNKNOWN ( i found it as a sticker on picsart since i couldnt find any good iwaoi screencaps so if yk who the artist is plspls lmk !! ty !! )

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pairing: iwa x oikawa

summary: iwa shyly plays oikawa a song he wrote on a whim ,, and years later ,, after they fell apart ,, oikawa attends one of iwa’s concerts and hears their song,, the song,, once more .

genre: angst + fluff !! <3 ugh i love oikawa my bby but i absolutely love him and iwa together sm too ajjdjjf

a/n: 3am writing for comfort innit (•̀ᴗ•́)و smhsmh it’s lowkey so dramatic ?? idk why i was feeling so melancholic ?? but i live for the yearning anyways lmao <//3

“ Hey...wanna...hear something I’ve been working on? “

Iwa’s voice shifted to one of a far softer tone, unusually uncertain of himself as he gripped the bedsheets beneath him in an anxious hold, turning away from Oikawa whilst a deep vermillion blush tainted his shy-stricken face.

The hazel-haired setter lifted his mouth into a gentle smile, skin mirroring a similar red to Iwa’s. His head lolled to the side, and Iwa swore he felt something flutter within him. The fist which he clutched the bedsheets within closed even further.

“ Sure, Iwa-chan! “

A hard gulp. Iwa swallowed his nerves down, fingers hovering over the strings of his freshly-purchased guitar, hesitant. Trembling, even.

Light wisps of brown swept just over Oikawa’s eyes as he put down the volleyball he had been mindlessly spinning, and covered Iwa’s hands with his own. He looked up with a reassuring grin, deepened-honey gaze colliding with one of the enchanting midnight sky.

“ It’s okay. It’s just me. But of course, you don’t have to play if you don’t wan— “

Iwa swats his hand away. “ Of course I wanna, dumbass! “ He barked.

With a frustrated huff, his fingers find a home amongst the sound as they begin to delicately strum the translucent strings. His eyes fell closed, lost in the music, albeit fairly cliche, as he wordlessly played the song which was most special to him.

For what reason it held such a cherished place in his heart, he did not know. Not truly, at least. Admittedly, he had written it purely on a whim, clutching onto the fleeting remnants of a foreign euphoric high. The crazed rush of fingers furiously clacking against the keyboard filled the silence of his room, lasting well into the evening. He had so much to say, so much to express, and yet it was only through the words appearing on the screen in which he could ever hope to communicate it.

He had never even planned on sharing it. After all, it was merely a crappy, rushed song put together purely by the rawness of an unknown emotion, and during ungodly hours of the night out of all times. It was nothing special, really.

To him, at least.

And yet in a hushed, timid tone, he began to sing:

“ I don’t wanna seem the way I do...but I’m confident when I’m with you... “

Oikawa’s lips parted in sheer awe. The delicate swirls of the instrumental blended flawlessly into the angelic quality of Iwa’s singing. His muscles tensed. He shook it away.

What the hell is this? Was he...nervous? No, no, it can’t be. This is Oikawa-fucking-Tooru we’re talking about!

He could do nothing but stare intently in a silent adoration as he allowed his heartbeat to meld with the smoothness of the melody, sweeping him out of Iwa-chan’s bedroom and into a whole other universe entirely. One where there exists no pain, no sadness, no fear. One where tears dried before they could even splatter upon the ground. One where everything was happy and perfect and...good.

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IWA

Five years have passed, yet I miss him all the same. If anything, the ache has only grown to, somehow, prove itself increasingly unbearable over the time we’ve spent apart. My stare falls upon my guitar. Not the new one, which is this modern, flashy model with a bold red design, but my first-ever guitar, boasting its worn-out strings and dulled body. The hole in my heart digs itself impossibly deeper.

We had dated not long after that night—the night I played my song to him, and suddenly it became our song. We would whip it out like a handy party trick whenever we’d hangout with the rest of the team, and it was...nice to say the very least. Well, while it lasted, of course. Highschool love, teenage love, is constantly fleeting. Temporary. That was my philosophy at least, until Oikawa Tooru appeared and changed everything. I disregarded every sense of rationality, and all for the blissful rush of romance which he offered. The sneaking out, the small notes snuck into each other’s lockers, the way he draped his jacket over me when I got cold, the tender kisses shared in a darkened room.

I loved it. All of it. And when I lost him, I missed him too. All of him.

I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised, though. After all, teenage love is but a transient feeling, is it not? I had to drill the reiteration of my old motto back into my head when we split, so that I may never allow myself to yield to the temptations of love, or at least the attractive promise of one, ever again. Eventually, we had to go our separate ways. He pursued volleyball, and I chased relentlessly after a different growing passion of mine, though honestly rather unexpected; music.

And now here I am. Sitting backstage at my own show, waiting patiently for my cue. My foot taps a random rhythm against the floor as I mentally debate with myself whether or not my choice for the opening song truly was the best option.

I mean, what’s the worst that could happen?

He might be watching.

Fair, but would he even recognize me? Does he even remember me at all? I mean, it’s been so long...

I think he’d remember something as sentimental as the song you first played him. I mean, you were the first guy he ever dated.

Yeah, keyword: “ dated “. He’s probably moved on by now.

Shit, do you think he’s found someone new already? What if he brought them to the show?

Nah, nah. That’s highly unlikely. Impossible, even. The latter, that is. It’s not exactly that popular of a show.

Right, you’re right. So there’s nothing to worry about. Hakuna-fuckin-matata, right?

I suck in a sharp breath as the lights come on, laughing dryly.

Hakuna-fuckin-matata.

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OIKAWA

My hands fiddle with one another as I push my way past the busy crowd to find a spot amongst the front row. A cheery girl with astonishingly-saturated red hair and an almoat-overwhelming brightness about her, greets me. I scoff, amused.

A fangirl, no doubt. Charming.

“ Oikawa! Ohmygoshohmygosh, Oikawa Tooru!! Hi!! I’m—I’m— “

I glance at the front row, which is only a few steps away, as her blubbered words start to blur together. I laugh.

“ A fan, right? Want my autograph or something? A picture, maybe? “

Her eyes light up vastly and she begins to bounce up and down with the same enthusiasm I’ve noticed to be common among practically all fangirls.

“ YES! Ohmygosh, yesyesyesYES!! “

My grin widens as I click my blue pen, which I carry around for autographs ( oh, the pains of being famous ), and hurriedly sign my name on her collared shirt. It was a fairly pretty garment, I’ll admit, but at this moment I didn’t really care, and I’m sure neither did she, judging by the way she squealed excitedly and took a spam of what had to be a million-and-one selfies with it.

I finally find a place among the jumping people at the front, taking in the atmosphere. The lights dim, and brighter white ones turn on in their place.

The show is about to start.

—

IWA

“ Hey, everyone. I— “ The mic whines with feedback. I wince, wrapping my free hand around it and trying again.

“ I’m—I’m opening with a song that’s very dear to me. I wrote it way back in highschool, but it’s always stuck with me, kinda like a safety net...of sorts. I uh, hope you enjoy. “

Shit, why am I being so damn awkward? I’ve never been this awkward before a show. Maybe it’s because of that damn opening song. Oh well. Too late to back out now.

Irritated, I push the thought away, wetting my lips as the drowning claps and whoops from the crowd cheer me on. My hand hovers just over the strings. It’s shaking. No matter. I close my eyes, and imagine him holding them. Him encompassing my hands within the warmth of his, just like he did all those years, which were now lost in the past. Him looking at me, him telling me it’s okay. Him.

I breathe all my nerves out.

Him.

And I begin to play.

The awkwardness melts away almost instantaneously as I pour every dripping ounce of my heart out into the song, the music swelling wildly with every emotion I had forced in for the dreariness of these five years. My eyes shoot open when the chorus hits. I feel like I’m king of the world.

I catch a familiar set of eyes. Richly brown. Deep.

Oh shit.

My breath hitches when I realize who they belong to; Him. His. He-

No, no, it couldn’t be. Could it?

It felt too real, as if I’ve somehow managed to reduce his very existence to nothing but romanticized self indulgent daydreams of what we once had, woven into the vast vagueness of song lyrics with a naïve hope of what could’ve been. And now here he was, at my concert of all places, for god knows what reason. The colourful lights fell upon his face in the most flattering manner, though admittedly I suppose anything would be flattering on him either way. But under this light especially, at my concert, he looked nothing short of perfect. Of lovely.

But of course he was. This was Oikawa-fucking-Tooru, after all.

The chorus hits with a sharp accent. I belt with all that I am, for the boy who took a rough sketch of a dream and made it reality, for the boy who found an unmatched sense of home among those of his highschool volleyball team, for the boy who wound up so foolishly falling in love with his best friend. For him, for my fans, but most of all, for me.

“ But when he loves me, I feel like I’m floating, when he calls me pretty, I feel like somebody— “

I maintain eye contact with him. It’s scary, burning holes into my tattered soul, which I had pieced together so carefully with cathartic lyrics scratched into the pages of creased notebooks. I’m secretly scared that his gaze will somehow break it all down again. But that’s when I finally understand; it’s him. This, this song, it’s about him. It’s always been about him. There will be no one else, could be no one else for me. That...sheer elation, the unfiltered emotion which sparked this song to begin with—I understood now. That was love. More specifically, love which my chest held for Oikawa. It’s as if I’ve been harshly disillusioned to see what I’d been unconsciously denying all these years, seeing him here. It’s always been Oikawa. How could I not have known? After all, I’m constantly recalling the day he held me in a tight embrace after one of our best matches, happy tears staining my damp jersey as he whispered in my ear the praise I’ve subconsciously always wished to hear.

“ You did good. “

Though it seems painfully mundane, simple to anyone else, it was...different, coming from his lips, hearing it in his voice. I took that compliment and kept it close to me for all eternity, immortalizing it within the varying notes of this song. I stare right back at him with a newfound fervour, an unknown intent, a epiphanic strength.

“ Even when we fade eventually to nothing, you will always be my favourite form of lovely. “

His eyes widen.

—

OIKAWA

My heart clenches as Iwa freely powers through the rest of the song. But during this moment, it feels as though it was created solely for us. As if the universe, as if fate itself had decided that despite the harshness of this world, and every little force fighting to keep us apart, this one moment, if anything, was ours. Truly ours. Our song, our moment. Ours. Time suspended itself indefinitely as the onyx hearth of his gaze finally met with mine. Unexpectedly enough, it stayed there.

And everything fell into place.

The song didn’t take me to a paradise without tears, or pain, or sorrow anymore. It took me to a place with Iwa in it. I realize now that...I want the tears. I want the pain. I want the grief. I want the good and the bad and the light and the dark, so long as I can have Iwa there with me through it all. I want him. All of him. I’ve want to love him enough to love his “ unglam “ moments and his admirable aspects all the same. I want to be there with him through every body-wrecking tear, every hearty laugh, and every glimmer of happiness. I want to be able to see the face he makes during a scary movie, to open an umbrella for him during the rain. I want to see the sunlight glow upon his cheek, I want to count the stars with him until I fall asleep. I want everything about him, for to me, he is everything. And it’s this song...this damned song which brought it all back.

It was ours. And I realize now...it was about...me. I mean, I’ll admit that I’ve always been a little more on the conceited side, but how could you deny it? It had to be. It had to. Had to. I wanted it to, at least. I wanted it to be about me so desperately, it sent a cold pain through my chest. A single, lonely tear falls down my cheek as the crowd around me erupts into a sea of laughter and off-tune singing from the audience.

What if it wasn’t? I mean, you guys broke up. You told him you moved on. Yes, it was a lie to lessen the pain, but he didn’t know that. What if it was about someone else completely and you’d just been an idiot this whole time? What if—

The concert comes to a close much faster than I thought it would, much faster than I would’ve ever wished for it to. I don’t know what I’m doing, what I’m thinking, but my legs move before I even have a chance to question them. I’ve always been one to think before acting, hence why I’m such a star on the court, but this time, my emotions seem to be taking over. I don’t know what’s come over me, what this unusual, hot feeling is. It’s exciting and intimidating all at once, and I hate it because I know what it must be. In a hot flash, I find myself standing at the door of Iwa’s changing room. How many bodyguards I must have recklessly shoved out of the way to get here in the blur of adrenaline, I don’t even want to begin to think about.

My hand freezes over the door. “ Iwa “ is engraved in bold gold letters with a deeply-etched star sticking out at the bottom. Taking a deep breath, I knock frantically.

“ I-Iwa-chan? It’s uh...it’s Oikawa. “

—

IWA

I pause in the midst of buttoning up my shirt. A solid three are left undone. But his voice...how could I ignore it? Ignore him? I haven’t heard his voice in what feels like eternity, but I’d be kidding myself if I had said I’d forgotten it. The constant yearning was always so irritating. Such a pain. At least it made for decent music, I mean, I’ve been booking shows. But alas, one problem before another.

“ O-Oikawa? “ I slowly pace to the doorknob as I twist it open.

Holy shit.

It is him after all. He hasn’t changed a bit. He remains the charming, handsome man I remember him to be, even after all this time has passed.

“ How’d you get—why are you here? “

“ Iwa, there’s...there’s just...there’s something I need to ask. “

“ Huh? “

“ That song...our song.... “

“ Shit, right! I, uh...sorry. I didn’t ask you about it because I honestly didn’t expect you to show up at all. It’s been what, five years? “ I stumble subtly over my words, rubbing the back of my neck.

He turns away sheepishly. Almost...longingly, even.

“ Yeah...it has. “

He clicks his tongue.

“ Who, uh...who was that song about? The curiosity’s been eating at me. “

A heat rises to my cheeks. A pause.

“ I—It—Ugh, fuck it. “

I’ve never been the best at talking directly to Oikawa, not since I realized that what I felt for him extended to something past the bounds of friendship. So I decided to do the only thing I knew to do in that moment—show him instead.

My lips crash against his as he slams the door behind him. The palpable tension between us is shattered immediately, and everything is faded out into insignificance. All that matters is the man in my arms, the man I’d been longing so desperately, so hopelessly for all this fucking time. I kiss him against the smoothness of the door, hands immediately trailing to his soft locks. I twirl and twine them as I see flashes, bright hues of heaven itself. His lips upon mine are the most perfect fit. His touch is painfully intoxicating, and I show him, wordlessly, with an unparalleled fervour—just who the song was about. He melts into it, matching my energy with a foreign sense of passion.

—

OIKAWA

“ Do you think...the universe is gonna try to separate us again? “ I ask softly, voice barely even a whisper. Tears wet my lashes at the very thought of being without him again. For those five years, though I was living my dream...it didn’t feel complete. Not without him. I blink them away aggressively, focusing on the night sky above us. My head is resting in his lap, and we’re simply...existing together beneath the curtain of darkened pools which hung above our twined bodies.

Iwa strokes my hair nonchalantly as he interlocks his fingers with mine. “ Of course. It always will. But we found each other didn’t we? And even after...even after this life has passed and we’re reduced to nothing but ash, I’m convinced we’ll meet again. One way or another. “

He tucks a straying tuft of hair from brushing my lashes.

“ Even then...even then you’ll still be my favourite form of lovely. Or whatever. “ He scoffs at his own over-poetic response, looking away with a tiny smirk.

“ Okay, Mr. Songwriter! “ I tease, nudging his side in a playful manner.

He rolls his eyes, bending down to kiss me once more.

For the first time in a long time, I feel complete. I’m on cloud 9.

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu fic #haikyuu oikawa #haikyuu!! #fanfic #oikawa oneshot #oikawa scenarios #oikawa fic #iwaizumi x oikawa #iwaoi #iwaoi fic #iwaizumi imagine #iwazumi imagines #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime

[sithroyal]

      Putting all these asks in one post! 

@tornbetweenthestorm​ ♦ What’s your absolute favorite book and why? ♢ What’s your favorite flavor of ice cream?

      11/22/63 by Stephen King. I’m not sure why but this one really stands out for me. It was one of the few that I picked up of his after Under The Dome disappointed me. I reread it every once in a while actually. I’ve got several Stephen King novels floating around the house tbh. 

God. Mint Chocolate or plain chocolate. I only like vanilla because I can add stuff to it. Mainly maraschino cherries.

@reyjustrey​ ☮ Do you have any pets?

      I do! I have a dachshund that’s almost seven years old named Jack, a ten year old black cat named Venus, and a one year old calico named Luna. Jack’s a big baby and sleeps with me, Venus is a loner and doesn’t usually bother with the other two, but Luna’s my cuddler and she’ll crawl right up on me any time she wants my attention.

@zankokukami​ ☣ Post a selfie, please. Come on... we all know you are a eldritch abomination. ☃ If your muse was cartoonized, what would their FC be? Why?

      Took this selfie in the bathroom, I might have gotten some of my tentacles hidden in there in the background. Thought it looked cute.

Hmm. Probably not fully cartooned but more video game FC, but V from Devil May Cry fits the bill pretty close. I’ve been considering getting icons for that character to be an ‘animated’ FC anyway.

@cxpt​ ♥ What are your top five least favorite things about yourself?

      God, you know Monroe’s gonna eat me alive for it.

1. My face. Idk, maybe it’s just because I have to look at myself every fucking day but I can’t stand it. Mirrors can piss off too. Likely something that’s feeding into my dysphoria, who knows. 2. Attachments. I get way too attached to people to the point that I genuinely fear upsetting them or hurting them in any way. To the point that I legitimately cried thinking I’d hurt a friend by doing something without thinking. People pleasing, maybe? I don’t know but I hate being or thinking I’m disappointing them. 3. I self isolate. Maybe not a conscious thing to do but it happens. This is mainly why I’m in my drafts a lot, it cuts down on the previous one so I’m not disappointing people. 4. Old habits. They come up sometimes. It’s not fun and it’s not pretty. There’s nothing poetic about it. That is all. 5. New habits. I’ve been spotting a few of them and I’m stamping them down. Also reliance on things I shouldn’t be relying on or leaning toward.

@affcgato​ ☠ Have you ever considered being in a romantic relationship with one of your followers? ☣ What's one thing that will make you drop a thread?

      I mean I’m basically in one with you so I’d have to say that’s a yes.

Oh boy. This is gonna be an interesting one. There’s many things that’ll make me drop a thread. Most prominent would have to be that someone’s blocked me, I’ll delete everything that was in that URLs tags if it’s a permanent thing. If we can’t find a way to move forward in the thread even after plotting is another one. Feeling like I’m carrying the entire thread. 

Look, I can put up with a lot of things so I’m generally pretty patient when it comes to writing but I want my partners to participate in the thread with me. Don’t lodge it all on me to figure out what we do next. That not only makes me anxious but it makes me worry that maybe I’m leading things in a way the other person doesn’t want it to go. So please help me with ideas so we’re both happy.

@xkatarite​ ☯ Is there a muse you’ve always wanted to play? ♦ What’s an AU that you’ve always wanted? ★ What type of historical AU would you like to do one day?

      Hmmm, not really sure about that. I’ve pretty much written all the muses that I’ve wanted to write. Had a thought to pick up Rey but I’d rather not, mainly because Kylo’s my main focus at the moment. Although, I did have a passing fantasy a few years back about writing Spencer Reid but that didn’t go anywhere. Had someone get upset with me about it because ‘you can’t write muses who are smarter than you’ but I know they were only saying it that way because they didn’t like me at the time. Happened a lot with Reddit RPers actually. 

Oh god. For Kylo specifically? Omega!Kylo is a huge one but not the whole ‘we absolutely have to have sex because you’re in heat’ AU but more of a ‘wow he’s an unmated omega and everything hurts because his body won’t react that way until he’s actually mated’ AU. I’m not a huge fan of smut anyway so A/B/O tends to be a huge world building exercise for me. That and there’s a lot more potential in it than solely smut, in my opinion, people just focus on the sex and that makes more traditional parts of it really boring to me.

Hm. Hm. HM. I don’t know. Maybe something medieval. I’m not a huge history buff but as long as I can google the time period, I could do quite a few different ones, I think. Victorian stands out though and I’m not terribly sure why. 

@hopedyad​ ❥ Has something ever happened for you to hate a ship? Why

      Yes. It was actually one of the ships in a previous fandom I was in. Noctis/Ignis was the one. An old friend loved the ship and they’d force it on me every chance they got to the point that I couldn’t fucking stand it. Now when I think about it, I’m reminded of all the shitty things they did around that time. Also Ignis/Prompto is hard for me to stomach sometimes. It really depends.

As for Star Wars fandom, so far nothing’s really made me hate a ship. There’s a couple I’m not crazy about but that’s okay.

#;;radar technician: ooc

[myrandomheadcanon]

Hanamaki Takahiro Headcanons

Random

* Meme. Fucking. King.

* Makes them himself. Mostly with pictures of his friends, teammates and the France teacher, who loves his memes.

* He dabs all. The. Fucking. Time.

* Always on new meme trends.

* Huge Pewdiepie fan.

* Always teasing his friends and teammates.

* He actually really likes watches, and has like 20 difference ones. All really expensive and high end.

* He likes jewelry in general.

* Does impressions of everyone and everything. He’s extremely good at it.

* One time he scared the living shit out of Oikawa and Iwaizumi with his impressions. The two of them were shearing a kiss inside of the club room, when Makki and Mattsun where outside spying on them. Makki made an impression of Oikawa’s mother, screaming: “ OIKAWA TOOURO!!!!!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!??” While the two of them rushed inside with their cameras ready. (This was before the couple had told their parents that they were dating), and the two prankers died of laughing afterwards.

* Oikawa didn’t talk to him for over a week and Iwaizumi made his upcoming practice season to hell in real life.

* It was totally worth it though. The looks on their faces was worth at least 10 losing games against Shiratorizawa. No joke.

* After college, aside from his job at the biggest jewelry store in Tokyo, he dose voices for animated shows and movies.

* His nails grows like weed.

* His coworker sometimes ask if she can paint them, and he says yes every time.

* Mattsun blushes every time too.

* Oh, by the way, they live together and have been dating since graduating high school.

* 9/10 times he will fall asleep during geography class.

* Usually on Mattsun’s shoulder.

* He doesn’t like geography btw.

* He has a, almost invisible, scar over his nose, since he broke it in middle school.

* He looks like the “I’m super sleepy 24/7” or “I look high 24/7” guy, but he is actually pretty full of energy.

* He didn’t plan to continue volleyball in college, but Mattsun made him do it anyways. 

* Tictok king.

* Only wears Adidas shoes.

* He is the fucking master of any kind of card game.

* He is lightly autistic.

* He owns 5 hamsters, everyone named after characters from Star Wars.

* He owns every movie too.

* His mom usually cuts his hair for him.

* He got two older brothers, both married.

* Kind of addictive to redbull.

* Has read like 4 books in his entire life.

* Fortnite. Just, fortnite.

* Knows all the dances by heart.

* Does them all the time too.

* Mostly to annoy Iwaizumi.

* Usually he gets like 3 hours of sleep on school nights, cuz his up all night playing, again, Fortnite.

* Doesn’t make his bed in the morning.

* *looks into the mirror* damn, Makki! Looks better then ever!

* Usually lip-syncs to Oikawa during his speeches.

* Gets drunk so damn fucking easy.

* Favorite marvel hero: Deadpool.

* Favorite Disney movie: Finding Nemo.

* Lots and lots of drug jokes.

Relationships

* He and Kenma meet through fortnite.

* The usually play together all the time, at least when Kenma actually plays the game.

* Iwazumi: “why are you smiling at your phone?” Makki: “Kenma seeded a cat meme.”

* These two becomes pretty good friends. And thanks to him, he met Kuroo and Bokuto.

* The worst idea Kenma ever had.

* Also pretty good friend with Akaashi.

* *Oikawa and Iwazumi is very PDA* Makki:”omfg they’re so PDA!” *Mattsun looks up from his phone* *looks down at their own hands braided together* “Yeah, totally.”

* Long nights on the phone with Mattsun talking about weird, but also very deep stuff.

* Thinks that Valentines day stuff is boring, but Mattsun still gives his roses and chocolate on the day, and Makki falls even more in love with him.

* Sends weird ass memes to Kuroo and Bokuto and they all laughs their asses off.

* Akaashi and Kenma is suffering during these moments.

* He, Mattsun and Daichi ends up at the same college and Daichi becomes the dad as usually.

* Makki actually admires him a lot.

* “He is more like my dad then my actual dad is”

* He usually hangs over his dad’s shoulder every time he cooks.

* He is like half a foot taller then him.

* Mattsun and Makki sees Yahaba as their son for some reason.

* Oikawa is his best friend outside of Mattsun.

* His the first one Oikawa turns to when he wants to take a selfie.

* His brothers always teases him for having a boyfriend but they are really happy for him.

* Mattsun always gives him nose kisses and Makki loves them.

#haikyuu!! #hanamaki takahiro #mattsun #makki #matsukawa isse #matsuhana #my headcanons #haikyuu headcanons #headcanon #gay volleyball kids #volleyball

[theheartofpenelope]

SIMPLE THINGS - Chapter one

Here it is - chapter one. Enjoy gentleman!Tom. Feedback always appreciated. ;-)

Tag list: @winterisakiller, @devikafernando, @scorpionchild81, @messy-insomniac-bookgirl, @smutsausage, @hiddlesbitch1

Author’s Notes/Warnings: Not beta’d.

Also on AO3 through this link

Bonus: click here for the pinterest moodboard:

Chapter 1

London – day eleven continued

1. His presence was unexpected to her, yet not unwelcome. And while it warmed Charlotte’s heart to see a familiar face, her mind was thrown in a loop. Would she be allowed to define Tom Hiddleston as a ‘familiar face’? Granted, they had – very- pleasantly crossed paths a short while ago but afterwards they – naturally - went their separate ways. And that was no cause for concern; it was merely the way things were bound to evolve. You come together in a professional atmosphere; you meet each other’s acquaintance before your respective paths unsurprisingly part into two different directions. Such is life.

Yet, against all odds, 10 days or so later - there he was again. Leaning back in his seat, his one foot propped up on his other knee. Head slightly slanted and looking onto her with nothing but sympathy in his eyes, slightly amused even.

“Well hello,” he said with a kind and polite smile as he rose to his feet. “Hello, I erm,” Charlotte mirrored, not even bothering to hide the surprise in her voice, “I had no idea you would be here….”

“I apologize, I was late,” he paused and shook his head as he looked towards his feet suddenly, supressing a soft chuckle, “that’s a lie, I’m afraid.” “Is it?” she couldn’t help but smile at his sometimes-boyish charm. “I slipped in when the lights had already died…” “Craving privacy?” It was a sincere, albeit clichéd, question on her part. Though when she laid her eyes upon the talented actor once more, he only countered her query with a mysterious smile she could not quite place.

They walked up to one another to exchange a polite peck on the cheek when Tom absent-mindedly gently caressed her arm. A warm spark of familiarity hit her.

“Are you enjoying the play?” he kindly wondered, but Charlotte took more note of his skilful effort to steer the conversation into a different direction “Very much so,” she smiled, “I want to thank you again for arranging me a ticket.” “You’re very welcome,” he answered in honesty, “it was the least I could do for your professional assistance at ComiCon.” “I’m afraid I was just doing my job there,” she answered truthfully with an innocent shrug. “Was it still your job when you and your colleagues invited us the see the World-Cup Semi Final on the Big Screen at what’s his name’s house?” he rallied back in good fun, tempting her into that soft chuckle of hers again. “Thàt was not,” she confessed, “but I’m very pleased you all enjoyed that evening.” “We most certainly did,” a pause, “I know I did,” he couldn’t resist emphasizing that. “Even though your country lost to mine?” she teased. “Even though my country lost to yours,” he grinned in good humour.

Noting her fascination with the building, Tom kindly enlightened Charlotte on the history and architecture of the Globe Theatre. His enthusiasm was clear and enthralling to her,- and she found herself - very quickly - enjoying his company again. But that came as no surprise to her. When the lights flickered, announcing the end of intermission, they chuckled in unison at the realisation they had chatted through the interval without even setting one foot outside of the box.

His kind query on whether or not Charlotte would allow him to sit next by her side for the second part of the play, was easily answered. As he took a seat right next to her, he hesitated for a slight second, “Are you…. ” “Yes?” she urged. “I know you’re not a native speaker, and … this ìs Shakespeare,” he chuckled,  “are you able to follow?” Charlotte playfully cocked her right brow, before reciting :

           O, reason not the need! Our basest beggars            Are in the poorest thing superfluous.            Allow not nature more than nature need.            Man’s life is cheap as beast’s.

A hearty laugh escaped his lips before her excused himself for even daring to think the opposite of her. Charlotte blushed as she credited her mother matter-of-factly. In his mind Tom was pleased to take note that she wasn’t just charming and kind, her intelligence might just give him a run for his money .

 2. Through the second part both him and her were entranced within the world of King Lear. Only once was his attention brought back to her, when he noticed Charlotte discretely wiped a tear out of the corner of her eye. His gaze drooped down to the hand that lay in her lap and he wondered if he should – just momentarily - place his hand over hersor would she consider that inappropriate? He opted to do so anyway. The palm of his hand rested on the back of her hand, the tips of his long fingers softly caressing the soft cobalt-blue textile in the process. He had admired her and her dress the moment she’d walked over to him yet didn’t feel comfortable enough to compliment her on it. Tom was rewarded with her surprised smile and – he guessed - a hint of a blush. His thumb tenderly stroked the back of her hand, his fingertips curled along hers, gently drawing them in for a soft squeeze before both parties retreated.

All first dates should be held in a theatre, he mused, in surroundings that demanded soft touches and silent whispers. Where you were perfectly allowed, even expected to lean in close to show consideration to your date and, at the same time, were able to subtly take note of each other’s behaviour both consciously and subconsciously. The way she smells, the way she smiles, discovering what moves her and what shocks her, … but this wasn’t a first date now was it?

It was around the end of the play when Charlotte softly placed her hand on his arm. Tom gladly and curiously leant her his ear.

“Where’s Edmund?” she whispered. “Who?” “Edmund,” she emphasized, before adding with clear hesitation, “the son of the Count?” “That’s Edgar, love,” a soft smile crept across his lips, happy to be of assistance. “Oh,” was all that escaped her lips before she moved away in silence, but still in complete disarray. “He’s in disguise in this scene. The one they call Tom of Bedlam,” Tom leaned close as he subtly pointed towards the actor on stage, “there.” “Oooh yes,” she apologized, “sorry about that.” “That’s alright,” he whispered in her ear with a soft smile.

She smelled of jasmine, musk and a touch of vanilla.

3. When the applause had died down at the end of the play, after asking whether or not she had enjoyed the play, yet again, Charlotte had confessed to Tom that she, in fact, did lose track somewhere around the end. But her knowledge of the story was enough to guide her on. Somewhat. They shared an amused smile.

Charlotte followed his lead as Tom graciously guided her out into the hallway. She observed him exchanging pleasantries with plenty familiar faces that were unknown to her. Not that this would come as a surprise. Charlotte was the odd one out here, in this environment. She moved in different circles than Tom.  

She felt herself fade into the background but was all the more flattered when she unexpectedly heard Tom whisper quietly into her ear if she - perhaps - wanted to go out for drinks. With him. Together.

Oh yes, gladly.

They had barely set foot outside when some fans had caught wind of his presence. A group of young women had laid eyes upon Tom, yet Charlotte’s presence seemed to have gone by unnoticed. For which she was thankful. Charlotte observed the group making their way towards their favourite actor - curious for his review of the play, secretly hoping for a selfie or an autograph, a handshake or perhaps a kiss on the cheek.

Tom withdrew his hand that rested on the small of her back and swiftly locked eyes with her. “I am sò sorry,” he apologized in advance.

“That’s alright, duty calls. I completely understand,” Charlotte shook her head, adamant to make clear she wouldn’t expect anything less from a public persona such as him to want to make some time for his admirers.

 Truth be told, Charlotte had been quite surprised to run into this fine man again. Pleasantly surprised, let that be clear. But now that she was out of the comfort zone of the Theatre, where your interaction was per definition restricted to silence and maybe a stolen whisper here or there, she now became very aware of the fact that her mind was in turmoil as to how she ought to compose herself around him. So there she stood, right next to him, suddenly a bit tongue-tied, a bit apprehensive. It was a blessing and a curse at the same time.

How oddly conflicting, she thought. About 10 days ago she had thoroughly enjoyed his company. And as it became apparent back then, the feeling was mutual. They were both mature enough to quickly express to one another that ‘the incident’ that ensued later that night was a silly, yet quite pleasurable, occurrence. And though Charlotte couldn’t speak for him, shé had moved along just nicely … up until the point those blue eyes looked into hers again earlier this evening. And when Tom had thoughtfully placed his hand on hers earlier that night, something inside of her stirred. Little sparks of electricity.

My god, I’ve been one the road alone for too long, she’d cursed to herself.

 “Thank you for a lovely evening,” Charlotte added swiftly as she was certain that he would surely take this opportunity to end his evening with her.

“No,” he stood corrected, much to her surprise, “don’t leave just yet.”

Tom continued with a quickly spoken whisper, “would you be willing to take a taxi and ask the driver to drop you off at ‘The last call’?” he paused, “I will find you.”

It sounded like a promise. Charlotte chuckled and rolled her eyes, questioning whether he was at all serious. Apparently he was. And he did find her at ‘the last call’, an establishment that looked like a plain brown pub but in fact disclosed quite a picturesque garden.

She opted to sit at the very end of the garden, far away from the door opening where waiters rushed to and fro as they waited on the clientele. It was also the perfect place to offer her an almost panoramic view over the terrace and allowing her to spot his silhouette promenading down to where she was.

He stood tall and elegant as he strolled down casually. It was as if in the last half hour a cloak had fallen from his shoulders and suddenly the Tom she’d gotten to know earlier that month emerged again. It immediately eased her mind.

And when Tom slid onto the chair right across hers, Charlotte could no longer hide her amusement.

“This is all very MI6, I must confess,” she shook her tilted head. Her eyes sparkled in good humour, triggering a chuckle from him.

“I know,” he gestured, “and I apologize once more. Thank you for obliging with me. It’s not really my style to order people around.”

He ordered an Old Fashioned and huddled over it when he confessed he truly was delighted to see her again. She smiled and returned the compliment.

It wasn’t a lie.

 4. London had been groaning under a heat wave for days now. Even at night the temperatures didn’t really drop as long as one would. Like Tom, Charlotte craved for the crisp fresh air. Leaving ‘The Last Call’ they aimlessly wandered about in London, until stumbling across Hyde Park and the Kensington Gardens where a plethora of trees provided cool and fresh air.

Tom pulled the cap of his hoodie over his head tucking his gorgeous curls away. He flashed her a broad and hearty smile as he did just that. That smile melted her, time and time again. That hoodie however… She raised one eyebrow before shaking her head under a soft chuckle, “it’s probably about 21°C in the middle of the night. If I were you I’d be melting…”

“… so all of this because you took on a case that stirred up national interest?” Tom continued his questioning. He was curious, intrigued and interested.

A bitter laugh escaped her lips.

“I take it this is not what you wanted then?”

Charlotte vehemently shook her head, “not really no. The case, yes. The attention, no. I feel there is a sense of privacy and serenity that has to be respected in these situations. It shouldn’t matter who the requesting party is. At the end of the day we’re all flesh and blood, aren’t we?”

 “Still, you did choose to step into the limelight…” He didn’t mean it in a harsh or hurtful way. It was a mere realisation  

“True,” she paused, “but only because I felt I did not have a choice anymore. There was so much slander coming at me, I hàd to stand up and speak up. Do you know what I mean?” she frowned and shook her head, “of course you know what I mean…”

He nodded while his lips curved themselves into a small smile, “But apparently you struck a nerve with the public.”

“It would appear so…”

 It still left Charlotte astounded how the public had reacted to her first public interview. There was still some defamation to her address, but suddenly the sensitive topic was out in the open and it got people talking. And not necessarily in a negative way. The public craved for information and suddenly Charlotte’s work and vision became a point of interest. Before she realised it she was invited at several international conferences to debate about end-of-life decisions and assistance and to share her experiences. It was mind-boggling, flattering and scary.

Her father was beyond proud. The partners at her firm were very positive and encouraged her to accept the invitations that were being extended to her, and to engage in the offers that were being made to her. Besides, it wasn’t as if she had a partner or family of her own that demanded her presence back home. In all fairness, after ‘separating’ from her husband the previous year Charlotte had easily slipped into her own little comfort zone. Any friend of her could (and would) vouch that Charlotte was outgoing and spontaneous, empathic and enthusiastic. But she had kept her heart locked. Much to the frustration of her closest friends. Maybe that was the final trigger that urged Charlotte to embraced this sudden unknown path that stretched before her with her arms open wide, but with quite some trepidation.

 “And here you are,” Tom added quietly. It almost sounded redundant.  

“Here I am,…”

Tom’s eyes met hers again. He nodded with a soft smile.

“I’m glad you are. Here.”

Charlotte smiled, feeling her apprehension rise at the sudden silence in the conversation.

Start talking.

Start talking. Now.

Any minute now.

“And I’m flattered beyond words for this opportunity really, it’s quite surreal. But it feels right. As if I’m doing something that matters, you know?” she nervously babbled on until she caught Tom, standing still next to her, smiling at her absent-mindedly.

“I’m sorry,” she shook her head with a smile, “we ought to talk about more pleasant things,”

“Don’t be. You’re passionate about your work. I like that.”

“What are you working on?” she insisted

“Nothing,” he answered truthfully.

“Sounds wonderful,” she couldn’t resist a good tease .

“It is though,” he chuckled, “there’s no one monopolising my schedule, so for once I have ‘the gift of time’, to catch up with family, friends. That was long overdue to be honest. Reading books, slowly going through some scripts,”

“Want to trade places with me for a day?”

He dropped his head back and lead out a hearty laugh.

 Their conversation ran without effort, alternating small talk, an in-depth discussion, trivial jokes and random thoughts. Time seemed to fly by. One loop in the park was followed by another, and another, and another. Until…

 “Well, this is my stop,” Charlotte pointed towards the hotel across the park, “I should head back. Get some sleep.”

“Right, you’re speaking at the Conference tomorrow. I think?”

Charlotte sighed, “don’t remind me…”

“You’ll be fine,” he assured her.

She nodded quietly, “I hope so.”

“Shall I walk you up?”

“I’m not sure if that’s a good plan, I know you like your privacy. I’ll just cross the street myself, leave you in the mystery of the park,”

She slanted her head, “so thank you for a wonderful evening. It was nice seeing you again.”

“Likewise, it was erm.. nice catching up with you. For lack of a better word.”

As Charlotte bid him farewell she felt unsure on how she should behave. She settled for a casual kiss on the cheek, which he kindly returned. His arms closed around to hold her in a tender hug, a gesture she gladly accepted. Her hand unconcernedly ran over his back in a reassuring caress. He smelled of some expensive citrusy cologne. His scent was dizzying, his embrace heart-warming that had Charlotte biting her lip out of remorse for not being able to keep him there longer.

Say good night, not goodbye.

“Good night Tom,” she murmured into his arms.

“Good night Charlotte,” he replied into her soft hair, the scent of her flowery shampoo sending his mind into a trip down memory lane. As he released her from his hug, he held on to her hand a little while longer, giving it a soft squeeze before wishing her a pleasant night as she made her leave

“Charlotte?”

“Yeah?” she spun around curiously.

“Good luck tomorrow…”

A warm smile, “thank you.”

A gust of wind swept up her long hair; she tucked the loose strands behind her ear before checking traffic. He watched her a little while longer as she made her way across the road towards her hotel and out of his life. Intelligent, grounded, feminine. He smiled. Never in a million years would he have guessed how bittersweet this very moment could make him feel.

 Silly me, he cursed himself, I’ve been on the road for too long…

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x ofc #simple_things

[xo-dailypier-blog]

[Post 1 of 3]

Wow! What a week. Summer Crush truly took the life of me, and the way some of these hook ups went, it took the life out of you too. 

Instead of giving everyone an entire rundown of the day-by-day events, I took it upon myself to collect the top ten moments that I felt really stood out to ME, The Daily Pier!

TEN.

I should probably start this countdown off with the Noah/Diana/Natasha triangle going on that none of them know that they are a part of. It’s the most heartwarming thing to happen during this event and I LOVE it! Ok, so just to catch you all up to speed, #SinCarter were married once upon a slay. They eloped when they were off being WAR CRIMINALS for the USA or whatever. So once Natasha began to explore her latent homosexuality that she had repressed all these years the two came to the mutual agreement to just divorce. (Also, her sister was dealing with like, a meth addiction, or something, so that probably didn’t help the relationship). So fast forward 10 years and here they are in the same town with TONS of baggage, and unfinished business.

BUT WAIT a new challenger approaches in Diana Taylor. Noah and Diana have been getting pretty close these past view months. Some people have even said that he’s the rebound to that Daniel guy she was dating. I mean, after MONTHS of heavy petting and will they/won’t they, after their Summer Crush date, rumor has it that the two went back to Noah’s place and … well … *fellatio noises*. Obvs this can’t get out because Diana is in the public eye, so don’t tell anyone.

With a new woman in his life, and the old one present with a lot of shit to work out with him, this new season of the Aryan Chronicles looks promising!

As for who I ship? Well, I want to say #SinCarter because the mutual feelings of their past came back full force during this event. And I still ship Olivia/Diana and Diana/Wes. Neither of which will happen because 1.)Diana and Olivia are “”””””straight”””””””” and 2.)Ever since Diana RANDOMLY left New York she’s been keeping everyone at arms length, especially Wes. Who has too much love to give, and doesn’t deserve that. Who’s to say she won’t do the same to Noah?

I’m watching you Diana (if that is your real name).

NINE.

Q: Rexless_Fan asked “Victor and June hooked up in a fantasy suite and they're roommates so now it's awkward and scandy cuz they haven't told their third roommate at all!”

A: IM SORRY, WHAT BITCH??!!

SORRY FOR THE ALL CAPS BUT ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT DURING THEIR MOVIE NIGHT THE POPCORN WASNT ALL THAT WAS POPPIN, BUT HER PUSSY WAS ALSO?!!!!! I KNEW THAT JUNE WAS SECRETLY A BAD GIRL UNDERNEATH IT ALL. SHE PRETENDS THAT SHE ALL PURE AND INNOCENT AND JUST LIKE SIT IN A FUCKING CORNER WITH HER FUCKING BUGS AND FLOWERS OR WHATEVER BUT ANYBODY WHO FUCKS A BACK UP SINGER FOR A MARGINALLY SUCCESSFUL BAND CLEARLY LIVES ON THE FUCKING EDGE!!

I HEARD THE NEWS THAT JUNE, THE DOLL BABY, ARMSTRONG GOT THAT #DIC BUT I DIDN’T BELIEVE IT AND IF WHAT THEY SAY IS TRUE SHE IS INDEED A SCREAMER!!!!!!

COMING IN AT NUMBER NINE IS JUNE, WHO HAD YOU ALL FOOLED INTO THINKING SHE WAS A INNOCENT ANGEL BABY. WEVE DECIDED TO STAN UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE.

EIGHT.

Coming in at number eight is Phobe “Pharrah Abraham” Cole. It’s true, she was on top of things in more ways than one. But who am i to judge? I actually think it’s progressive, and super inspiring. I mean, ok, take this with a grain of salt, Im not really trying to lie but ... Phobe? Phobe has Genital Herpes. It’s been two weeks since a flair up (according to sources close to her) and I think it’s really brave of her to disclose her status with the MYRIAD of men she ENGAGED with during the week. It just goes to show that it CAN be done! I mean, you did tell them ... right Phobe? Moving on! I will say that while did used to ship Jack/Phobe during the night they hooked up but since Jack allegedly only lasted about 4 minutes it makes me wonder about a future with the two. So many girls who have been with him have written in and told me sex with him is ABYSMAL! He spends the entire time looking in the mirror or taking selfies that he refuses to be focused on the matter at hand. Of course this is all a rumor, but would you really put it past our neighborhood beauty queen? But I guess this isn’t about Jack, and his short comings. Anyways...

SEVEN.

Q: SharkThot asked “Hey DP I just want to start off by saying that I love your site, I’ve been a loyal viewer for years! And I hope Myles Bennett sees this because I love him even more! I don’t care what you say about him DP, Myles is my bae and would never do anyone wrong! Ugh, He makes me (Shark)Weak! I did see him earlier last week getting BULLIED by that Stark Bitch. What was that about?”

A: Aww, SharkThot,

I assume you mean Heidi Stark, the elusive chanteuse. Her arrival has caused quite the controversy, considering she materialized out of no where. I guess this particular countdown entry will have more to do with her than the actual question. But for those of you who don’t know, Heidi Stark is Julian’s slightly more attractive sister. Her strong presence is quite intimidating, but according to a lot of sources ... She’s a complete fraud. She speaks in an Australian accent, but some say she’s from, like, Missouri and only picked up an accent for #clout. Her “designer” clothes? Ross (Dress for Less). And she apparently was spotted raiding a bunch of Payless Shoe Stores for the cheapest prices prior to their shutdown, where she then proceeded to paint the bottom of all the shoes she got red. Oh! And the degree she got from that fashion school on New York? FORGED! She totally went to Devry. I mean, it’s nothing wrong with that, but omg, just be honest girl. Anyways, back to the point. The #BabySharks (Myles’ fandom name) were INCENSED when they saw Fraudi CORNERING Myles at the speed dating event. According to by standers she was totally waving her finger in HIS FACE, SHOVING HIM repeatedly before pouring the ENTIRE CONTENTS of her martini onto his FACE! You would think that since he works in the ocean (and is used to having liquids on his face (Golden Showers ... other bodily fluids) ), Myles would have been unbothered by her VICIOUS ATTACK, but it was said that he left CRYING. Poor Guy. (Lol sike i don’t give a fck).

SIX.

Q: Loganista asked “How could you possibly still be loyal to “King Jason” when all he cares about is that CUNT Alex. You know I saw them going into one of those FUCK SUITE when just 2 days ago they hated each others guts. They make me sick. Do you think it’s time to move on DP?”

A: Hey Loganista,

Ugh, same! You know, Logan Lancaster, and BernBern<3 are right there looking all sexy and things of that nature, hmm, so who knows .. perhaps I could move on one of these days. But not now. But speaking of LongDick Lancaster and the #Jalex reunion you mentioned, the #Lolex and #Jalina dates were less than eventful. The two spent the entire time thinking of the other instead of getting to know the people I set them up with. It makes me feel really bad for LDLogan because he is truly such a nice guy but everyone he gets involved with, is using him. Leah totes just uses him as a dick call, and Alex is always using him as a rebound. When she was on the date with Logan all she could talk about was Jason, Jason, Jason. I heard she told Logan that if it were “6 months ago” (when she wasn’t involved with Jason) she would totally be on all fours for him. Which is bullshit, because she totally FUCKED Logan like, two weeks ago when she was mad at Jason. So what’s the truth Alex?

Thank God Alegenda came out of this unscathed. I wouldn’t want a QUEEN like her with court jester Jason. Sadly, she won’t be able to be with Devin like I wanted, since he had sex with Phobe and … well…

FIVE.

Speaking of Jason, another Sorrentino is on the list of topics for tonight. Brooklyn Sorrentino! Ok, so for those of you who don’t know. Brooklyn was seen crying after an encounter with her ex, Grayson Fox. As I’ve said before, they were engaged to being MARRIED, but out of no where, he left her.  So. naturally I did a little more research on she and her GrayBae Fox and what I found blew my wig right the fuck off. Ok, so it is alleged that (Actual) Daddy Sorrentino (that’s Jason/Brooklyn’s dad) PAID HIM OFF because he had no plans of a complete and total LOSER like Grayson dating, and MARRYING, his daughter. So after receiving this unknown amount of money, Grayson left Brooklyn a note saying his Goodbyes. And now … all the have is memories.

OF COURSE I don’t believe this shit! I still think the bitch's pussy stinks, so he didn’t want to wake up to that every frickin’ day of his life. And besides, it’s been how many years? Wouldn’t he have just told her what’s up at this point? Instead of moving into the same town as her, and acting like NOTHING is wrong? And then proceeding to FLIRT with the LIKES OF DAKOTA SONG? Yes! The two were seen getting pretty cozy, locking fingers, playing footsies, and exchanging hair-care regimes during Summer Crush. Poor Brooklyn, first she got beat up by Phobe and THEN we find out she lost her man. What a loser.

FOUR.

Q: AshersBabyMomma asked “STOP making fun of Asher! It’s so mean!!!!!!!! Asher is really trying his best to get by and all you do is pick on him! Us #Ashies will boycott your blog if you do not stop!”

A: Well, you’re in luck because coming in at number __ is Asher himself! 

And you’re right AshersBabyMomma, Asher has surprisingly been on his best behavior recently. Either that, or you demons have managed to make him look like an angel. Honestly? I think I’m actually going to start being nice to Asher. No more calling him things like “Crackhead Asher”, Ashy Lip Asher, Ashy Asher, and more things Of That Nature. He’s really gotten his act together and I’m so proud of him, and even more apologetic for the way I’ve treated him. 

A moment of silence for the old me that used to make fun of him…

…

…Anyways, Asher is an Escort now (as I said before). He totes is fucking [redacted] in exchange for money and drugs (CRACK not included). In FACT, it is alleged that he offered his services to Alec Clarke. Again, this could all be made up, but they were spotted disappearing into a hotel together where they stayed until the sun came up. (#Romantic) Now girl MIND YOU, Alec is Adam’s roomie, and multiple sources have claimed that he is secretly in LOVE with him! Which is a LIE! If Alec IS a MLM then he has WAY better standards than a Tax Evasionista. And I’m sure Asher has better standards than Alec… well … *Hot Dog on a Stick Flashbacks*..

Nevermind.

THREE.

Q: Emrestoplip asked “Ugh but the Yavuz family are all HOT and not problematic unless ur holding out on us DP”

A: Well I must admit they ARE all hot but sadly they are just as problematic as the rest. 

Specifically that Kessa girl. Her Lifetime Original Movie of a life has completely ruined the dynamic of her family. It’s made both Emre and Leyla (her siblings) RESENT her more than they care to admit and thing are sups awkward between all of them. It’s really sad. Funny that this is the entry right after an Adam mention because coming in at number four are both Adam and Kessa. The two were paired for a date and things got Out of Control.

It really has placed Adam on my heart throb list because little did I FUCKING know that Adam knew how to THROW IT DOWN in the bedroom. The two were caught on camera BANGING THE FUCK OUT OF EACH OTHER, FOUR TIMES IN ONE WEEK. Here I thought Adam was the only sane Aldridge, but it was all a SHAM. HES THE WORST OFFENDER!!!!

NOT ONLY is he a BEAST in the SHEETS, he was spotted EATING KESSA OUT on the SIDE of a BUILDING!!! IM LITERALLY SCREAMING! and to make matters worse, Kessa then left him and got eaten out by, one, Marley Callahan. I SERIOUSLY HOPE EVERYONE GOT TESTED AFTER THIS WEEK because you guys are OUT of your MCFREAKIN MINDS.

I guess you can catch Kessa in first AND second service on Sunday now that she got the most sanctified, purified, holyfied COCK of her life. Amen!

TWO.

Q: MackenziesStolenBrushes asked “Any updates on #JaiMac?”

A: This is a great way to almost end this countdown.

For those of you who don’t know Jamie and Cunty Westwood have decided to amend their troubles and get back together. (Yes, the paintbrushes (that Jamie hid) are back in Cunty’s easel, or whateverthefuck.) This might not be the sensational drama that you were expecting to see at the end of this list but I think it’s a great closer. Jamie and Mac are a shining example of a healthy relationship, and I’ve decided they should ALMOST close out the show.

I do wonder if Jamie found out about the times Mac engaged in MULTIPLE hardcore sexual acts with the #DemonDick himself, Julian Stark. They only ended their fling like two days before #JaiMac got back together, so I’m sure they did? Omg not to gossip, BUT, ok,  I don’t know how to say this politely, but ... there was ass eating involved (on Mac’s end … obviously… I mean, look at him...), and a lot of “I love you’s” were shared between the two. Not to mention cuddling. Late night phone calls, texts, and omg I'm pretty sure they were almost a couple.

Anyways, this might have happened before the event, but to see these two going into PRIDE MONTH a happy couple really is iconic and I thank them for deciding to work things out. Love you two! Kisses!

xx

So I’m sure, you’re wondering who Number 1 is ... 

find out tommorrow.

xo, DP.

#recaps #drug mention tw #ignore the first one thx!!! #santamgossip

[twilightknight17]

Kicking things off with a goddamn bang. <3 I am in love with this game. I’m five hours in and I’m so happy.

They seriously expect you to have kept up, though. Like, god help the poor soul that picks this game up without playing the others. They do their best, they include the memory storybooks for you to watch, but there is no shying away from “that time in the datascape” and “that time you went to the Sleeping Worlds” and “the Book of Prophecy” and literally anything. You either know what’s going on, or just roll with it and don’t ask too many questions.

(I really needed to look up Union Cross, because Back Cover wasn’t quite enough to get a full grasp, I don’t think, but by the time I realized I needed it, it was too late to go searching without risking 3 spoilers. I’ll figure it out eventually.The Master of Masters seems like kind of a dick, though. Reminds me of Xigbar/Braig’s mannerisms. And Ira was voiced by the guy that voices Yusuke, so that threw me way off. XDDDD)

ANYWAY.

Bless whatever asshole at SquareEnix who decided to name the prologue “Kingdom Hearts II.9″. God. I actually laughed out loud. They are just fucking rolling with how ridiculous this is. It’s amazing.

The Awakening was SO COOL. Oh my god. Everything is so pretty, the graphics are gorgeous and the way they did the stained glass and the mirrors was salkd;jfalskdnfa. And the whole flooded plain for the Darkside fight, aaaaaaa, my aesthetic. Olympus Coliseum is beautiful, the boss fights were awesome, the ride attacks are really neat (except the pirate ship, why that?), and what a great world to start out on. And now we’re in Twilight Town and everything looks so amazing. There are people in the town. Walking around. Chatting. Living their lives. It feels so much more like a real place.

(Side note: everyone is Fashionably Plaid in some way, now. It’s kind of funny.)

The greatest mistake Breath of the Wild made was giving me a camera and the ability to take selfies, because I got distracted all the time trying to take good pictures of stuff. Now Kingdom Hearts has done the same thing, on top of an awesome quest to find and photograph Hidden Micke--sorry, “Lucky Emblems”, so I’m anticipating all 100 of those photo slots filled by the end of this. Plus, the gummi ship bits are awesome. There’s so much more stuff in Interspace now, and you actually get to fly around without being on rails.

(It’s so strange to see Ienzo being so chipper and helpful. My boy is finally happy. ^_^)

I’m just...totally overwhelmed by the idea that Sora is so determined to not only believe that Roxas has a heart, but to save him, too. Even when everyone else was convinced that Nobodies don’t have hearts, even after everything DiZ did to him, Sora wants to help him. It was a little disappointing to see him attacking the Dusks when they tried to talk to him, but he doesn’t really have a way to know what they mean by “liege”, I guess. I’m saved in Twilight Town, so I don’t know where this is going yet, but good places, I hope.

The one thing that’s really getting to me is the whole Ven reveal. I just know there’s going to be some huge reveal that Sora has been harboring Ven’s heart since he was a toddler, and that “Roxas” was actually just Ven’s heart inhabiting Sora’s Nobody all along, etc. And it’s going to be ridiculous because it’s so obvious, but all the characters are like, “Oh, we haven’t quite figured out where Ven’s heart is, yet.” It’s right there? No one that knew Ven saw Roxas? Sora hasn’t shown the King or Yen Sid that actual photo of Roxas that he owns so that one of them can go, “Hey, Roxas looks just like Ven, isn’t that weird?” Come ON, guys.

More to come eventually. Right now I’m sleepy. I think I adrenaline crashed from being excited all day. XDDD

#Li plays KH3 #1.5 worlds in and having a blast

[allthephils]

Repose

Word count: 2677 Rated M (mentions of sex, adult themes, sleeping beauty au)

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Chapter 6

What are you willing to do?

What was he willing to do? Phil sat down on the closest pew and folded his hands under his chin. He didn’t know how to answer that question. There seemed to be an assumption that Phil was the key to all of this, that he and Dan were destined to be together and that only their love would satisfy the curse. Phil found it a little harder to breathe under all that pressure. Of course he loved Dan, he would always love Dan, but the truth was, he had moved on. He had loved again, more than once, if not totally successfully. He still felt that Dan was the person he would later describe as the love of his life, once he had lived enough life to say that sort of thing. The threat of losing him, not just romantically, but truly losing Dan, had brought buried feelings to the surface and Phil wasn’t sure if he could trust his own heart right now. Dan had made the choice, he didn’t want Phil. So why then, almost 5 years later, was Dan’s family so convinced that Phil was the one?

“Your highness.” Phil kept his eyes to the floor in front of him.

“Please, call me Danielle. This situation is too important for all of that nonsense.”

He lifted his eyes to meet hers and smiled slightly. “Danielle, I’m at a bit of a loss here. Dan and I haven’t spent any time together in years. I moved on and judging by what I saw in the tabloids so did he.”

Danielle huffed quietly and waved a dismissive hand. Adrian reached up from where he sat to take his mother’s hand and encouraged her to join him. She sat stiffly on the edge of the wooden seat.

“I’m just not sure if what Dan and I had is going to cut it, curse wise, I mean.” Phil considered the account of Dan’s health from his meeting with Prince Walter. “However, if my presence had even a small positive effect on Dan, I think it makes sense to try.”

“So you’ll kiss him?” Her voice was so hopeful, so frightened, it broke Phil’s heart to respond.

“No.” Phil took a deep breath as he watched her face fall. He wasn’t going to budge on this. “And I’m not signing anything. But what if I spend some more time with him and we see what happens? I was only in there for 3 minutes. What if I sit with him? Talk to him. For an hour or two or all day. They say that sort of thing helps coma patients.”

“This isn’t a coma.” Danielle snapped at Phil.

“I know.” He spoke softly. “I know. But it helped before, maybe more time with me will bring more change. I want the same thing you want, Danielle. I want Dan to come back to us. Let’s just take it one day at a time.”

Danielle nodded a small affirmation and Adrian breathed a sigh of relief, wrapping an arm around her.  

“Can we start now?” Adrian asked.

“What about the suitors?” Phil had almost forgotten about all that.

“We haven’t let anyone in since yesterday. They’re still lined up, people camped out.” Adrian stood and kissed his mum on her head. “We should be able to get you in without anyone seeing.”

“Ok.” Phil stood. “Let’s go see Dan then.”

He followed Adrian back outside. The walk to the guest apartments, where Dan was being kept, was fairly long. Adrian’s hands were in his pockets as he shuffled along. Phil wanted so badly to ask about Dan. How had he been these last few years? How was uni? Did he mention Phil often? What had he said? How did they get here? Instead he stayed quiet, understanding that it wasn’t time for his needs to be met right now. He could ask Dan all those questions himself and soon as he woke up so he resolved to focus on that and that alone. They entered a side door not unlike the one from the morning, walked down several hallways, and came to set of double doors. It was the interior entrance to the operating theatre, as it was known. Adrian and Phil stopped and stared at one another until Phil broke the silence.

“Would you like to spend some time with him first? I don’t know how much you’ve been able to see him, with all of this going on.”  

“Nah, he doesn’t even know I’m there.” Adrian kept his eyes down.

“Don’t say that. Of course he knows when you’re there, you’re his brother.” Phil put a hand on his arm.

“We weren’t close. I was such a dick to him. I’m the last thing he needs right now.” Adrian’s lip quivered.

“None of that matters, Adrian. You’re brothers. All brothers are dicks to each other sometimes. God, I used to torment Martyn at your age, but he means the world to me. Dan loves you so much. He told me. He talked about you and your future and he worried. He loves you.”

“Well,” Adrian looked at Phil. “he loves you more. So please just help him.”

Phil felt the weight of his role in this again, heavier this time. He wasn’t sure he could move. He tried to convey sympathy and compassion in the look he gave to this kid standing with him, this kid with so much to lose. Phil swallowed and heaved a deep, full breath. He squared his shoulders and stepped forward, opening the door. 

 The sun streamed in through Phil’s window, seeping through his closed eyelids and warming his cheeks. He arched his back, stretching under the covers, then curled around onto his side and buried his face in the pillow. He wasn’t ready to admit he was awake despite the assault of daylight. As he snuggled the duvet tighter around himself, it occurred to him that he was shirtless, in just his pants. His half asleep brain began to remember; Dan had been in his room, Dan had gotten him a glass of water, Dan had seen him shirtless! He had only moments to be mortified because his next memory was the feel of Dan’s lips on his cheek and his fingers in Dan’s hair. His heart fluttered and he stretched his legs, feeling the warmth of desire spread through him. Maybe it was silly to to feel anything but romantic about a kiss like that but Phil had long ago filed Dan in the 18+ part of his brain and there was no fighting it. Dan just breathing was sexy to Phil and the thought of him caring so sweetly for him, then kissing him so tenderly was, well, really fucking hot. He ran his finger over his chest and slowly began to move his hand lower on his body, eyes still closed softly. Just before things got really good, his phone rang out on the nightstand. He rolled toward the sound, grabbed his glasses and squinted at the bright screen.   

Dan: I had a great time last night.

Phil blushed. He felt like he’d been caught in the act and he laughed at himself as he formulated his response. Eyeing Dan’s last message, Phil typed.  

Phil: The most fun you’ve ever had?

Dan: I stand by that statement.

Phil: Thanks for taking care of me last night. No one’s ever done that for me.

Dan: You have a funny effect on me, Phil Lester.

Phil. :) I had a great time too. At least, the parts I remember were great.

Dan: Hmm. Do you remember stealing me away from Iris Spencer?

Phil: Yep

Dan: Do you remember laying your head on my shoulder on the balcony?

Phil: I do.

Dan: Do you remember biting me?

Phil: I’m sorry, what?

Dan: After we’d been on the balcony a while. We were talking about the stars, finding shapes. You bit my shoulder. You kinda clawed at me too.

Phil: Oh god. I’m just gonna go jump out the window now. Bye forever.

Dan: No! Don’t do that. I was planning on keeping you around for a while. Don’t worry, it was cute. I took it as a compliment.

...

Dan: When can I see you again?

Phil considered playing it cool, pretending to be busy again, but Dan had literally tucked him in last night. Maybe they were already past that.

Phil: Literally anytime.

Dan: Yay! Wednesday?

Phil: Sure. You wanna get dinner somewhere?

Dan: I’m kinda not allowed to go anywhere that’s open.

Dan: Sorry I’m not normal.

Phil: Normal is boring. You wanna come over here? I’m a terrible cook but we can order in.

Dan: I would kill for real life delivery pizza.

Phil: Hopefully, it won’t come to that.

Phil: 7?

Dan: 7 it is. I can’t wait. xo

 3 days is a long time to wait for a date with someone you’ve crushed on from afar for months. It’s a long time to wait when you aren’t totally convinced this isn’t all a dream. Phil tried his best to stay busy. He made a video and put it up. He filmed a gaming video. He did a live show and spent the whole time talking about Stephen King but thinking about Dan and he had lunch with Louise twice. He cleaned his apartment to a level that he had never attained before. Dan grew up at Windsor castle and is currently staying at Buckingham palace, so yeah, no pressure. Every little thing that happened, every cute dog, every strange encounter on the tube, he wanted to tell Dan. He mostly resisted that urge. Unfortunately, day drinking margaritas with Louise loosened him up a bit and he sent a selfie cradling his giant burrito in his arms like it was a baby. To be fair, it was a really big burrito, and Louise was egging him on mercilessly. Dan responded with a photo of himself, pouting, bottom lip sticking out, looking down at a plate of very dignified but very sad looking finger sandwiches.

“Gah, he’s so cute!” Phil held the photo up for Louise to see.

“Told you you should text him. I can’t believe you’re gonna do it with Prince Daniel. You’re so lucky.” Louise began reapplying her lipstick in a tiny compact mirror.

“Louise!”

“What? Aren’t you?” Louise said.

Phil felt flushed. “Louise, stop. I don’t know. I mean, maybe eventually. It’s only our second date.”

“You’re a stronger man than I, friend. I don’t like to wait too long. What if you really get to like him and the sex is rubbish. Anyway, He. Is. Fit. I’d get on that if I were you.” Louise snapped her compact closed.

Phil fanned himself with a menu. “Is it hot in here?”

Louise grinned, “So what are you guys doing on your date?”

“He wants pizza.” Phil slurped the last of his margarita.

“Cheap date!” Louise said impishly, “Where are you gonna go?”

Phil popped a chip into his mouth, trying to muffle his words. “My place.”

“Wait. What was that? Your place?”

Phil just kept shoveling guacamole into his face, trying to eat his embarrassment.  

“Your place?! Oh yeah, you're gonna do it. You are gonna do the deed with the prince!” She put her hand up for a high five but Phil just glared at her.

 Wednesday finally came and Phil stayed in bed as long as he could muster. At 2 pm, he was truly starving and very much awake so he dragged himself up and into the kitchen for coffee and cereal. By 4, he was showered and texting photos of potential outfits to Louise. He spent way too much time straightening his hair and perfecting his fringe so he looked edgy but not too edgy, cool but adult, like he used to be emo but has definitely grown out of that phase. By 5:30, he was ready and just sitting on the sofa, tapping his foot, alight with nervous energy and anticipation. He stared down at his phone, debating whether to text Dan. Maybe he should confirm? Just in case Dan got called away on important royal business. Was that a thing? He needed a bridge, he was never gonna make it to 7. They’d been way too casual the last three days. Phil just wanted Dan here in his apartment. He wanted to hear every detail of Dan’s week. What projects did he work on? Were those tiny sandwiches any good? Had he been thinking of Phil? Then it struck him, pizza! He couldn’t order pizza without asking Dan how he liked it. Just then he felt the phone vibrate in his hand and he jumped a little. Dan had beaten him to it.

Dan: Hey we still on for 7? Or did you come to your senses?

The butterflies in Phil’s stomach began to flutter about.

Phil: Looking for an out? Not a chance. My apartment has never been this clean and there is no way I did all that for nothing. I’m glad you texted though, what do you like on your pizza?

...

Phil: Don’t say pineapple

Dan: Pineapple

Phil: Oh dear, something has just come up.

Dan: Ok, Ok, I take it back. I like veggies, maybe pepperoni. Whatever you like is cool as long as it’s greasy and bad for me. You didn’t have to clean for me.

Phil: Um I actually did. You live in a castle.

Dan: It’s a very old castle.

Phil: Well my little apartment is noisy and dusty and small so lower your expectations, K?

Dan: Will do. I just wanna be where you are, Phil.

Phil laid his head back on the sofa and sighed.      

Dan: See you soon

Phil: Can’t wait

  I just wanna be where you are. That might have been the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to Phil. I just wanna be where you are. Phil got the sudden urge to change his clothes or redo his hair or clean something else. Problem was, he’d already tried every shirt he owned and his apartment didn’t get any cleaner than this. He checked the time, 5:45. He abruptly jumped up, grabbed his jacket, and raced out the door and down the stairs. The bakery was just a few doors down but they’d be closed at 6. In minutes, he was standing in front of Leo, who was carefully pulling cakes from the case. “Hey Phil, just closing up, what can I get you?”

Phil had to catch his breath from the hurry. “Hey.” He eyed what was left. No pigs, no pandas, just a sad, crooked faced bear. “Uh, I need dessert for me and a friend. Something special but also like, ready right now.”

 “You have a date?” Phil shifted and chewed his lip, cheeks pinking up, eyes smiling against his will. Leo raised an eyebrow and smiled widely. “Aw, she’s special isn’t she? I’ve got you, Phil. Let’s see. What’s her favorite color?”  

“I don’t know actually, it’s only our second date. He wears a lot of black.” Phil’s eyes darted around the case.

Leo turned and took two small cakes from the back counter. They were purple and black and blue, covered in flecks of silvery white and they shined like glass.

“Oh my god space cakes! These are amazing, I’ve never seen these before!”

“Just learned how. These were going to go out in the morning but they’re all yours. I’ll box them up.”

“Leo this is so perfect, you have no idea.” Phil pulled out his wallet but Leo held up his hand.

“These are on me Phil. Just invite me to the wedding.” Leo winked. “I hope he likes them.”

Phil’s pink cheeks went red and he took the small white boxes from Leo, rambling thank yous as he he backed out of the bakery. He walked home carefully and set the cakes on the kitchen  counter. At 6:45, there was a knock at the door. He’s early, thank god.

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