#me just watching his hands and not listening at all... mhm yeah so true bestie mhm wow

[brattywriters-anonymous]

I Dedicate.. II

Luke James x Reader story

A/N: This fic is heavily influenced by Love Jones (placed in an alternate universe, where the ‘movie’ didn’t exist but the ‘characters’ do. I’m straying away from Erik on this one, Hope ya’ll like it. Feedback would be appreciated. Yes, I wrote both poems. I’m a writer, in all meanings of the word. 

@chaneajoyyy I woke up around 8AM on a Sunday, the next morning. My head was ringing looking at the light shining through my semi open blinds. I'm definitely in no shape to go to church. Besides, I just moved to Atlanta last week and I don't even know which church to go to. There's literally one every quarter mile from another. I'll figure that out on another Sunday.

My phone starts buzzing, It's from a New York number that wasn't saved in my new phone. It could only be one person. My ex, Brendan. My ex fiancee, that is. We were together for about four years, engaged for two when he told me that he thought we weren't right for each other last month. I took his rejection hard. I drank myself into a downward spiral and knew I needed to leave my comfort zone to get out of it. I called my girl Stassi up, she took the first plane smokin' to scoop me up out of my depression and out of New York. I pressed ignore and roll back over to attempt to go back to sleep.

My phone starts buzzing, again. "Ugh. This better be my parents or God himself telling me to go to church!" I pick up the phone to see Stassi's name blinking, "Hello?" "Bitch, you hungover?" "Yes, Nastassia. I am. Obviously, you're not! What do you want?" "I wanna know, you gon call that walking Godiva God that serenaded you last night?" I grunt, "Ugh! Stass, I don't know! Can I get over my hangover first?" I heard knocks at the door, "Stass, don't tell me you're at my door." the knocks continue, "I don't know Y/N, open the door and find out!" I roll out of bed and kick a box out of my way to the front door. I open it to find my best friend with an ounce of weed in one hand and groceries in another, "I came barring gifts!" -- My apartment turned into a smokehouse. I was barely able to see my patio door from my couch. Stassi got me high as fuck. My hangover was long gone thanks to the sativa and my bestie's famous bloody Mary recipe.

"Girl, I am not ready to work with these uppity white folks tomorrow." Stassia groaned while she took a drag. "Mhm. Same, sis. Same." "Girl, give that man a call. You know Z is poppin' on Sundays?" I roll my eyes, "Damn, Stass! You killin' my buzz! I'm trying to calm my nerves and you getting on them."She hopped up  and got in my personal space, "You're either gonna call his fine ass or see him tonight at Z. I'm not taking 'neither' for an answer." I smashed my pillow over my head, avoiding her extreme gaze."ALRIGHT! DAMN. GET OUT MY FACE!" -- My best friend dressed me tonight (black). She claims I'm gonna call out to Luke with this dress even if I wasn't gonna call his ass on the phone. She told me that Sundays were strictly poetry and jazz nights. "You lit yet?" I look at the clock and shake my head. It's about 8:30 and Stassi got me set up to catch Pneumonia with what I got on and these open toed shoes. If I call in tomorrow, she's gonna do my work for me.

She rolls me two more joints, "We'll smoke one now, then smoke the other one when we get there. Here. Stuff it in your bra.. well, your bra area since you out in these streets with no bra or panties." She chuckles at her little jab. I let that one slide as I concealed the joint. --

"Hello, Hello! Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to welcome you all to Z. I am owner and operator, Zanobia Weber." Snaps filled the entire space as we marveled at the beautiful boss lady running the establishment. She's about 5'9", light caramel tone, she has beautiful hazel eyes with a contagious smile. She wore this bright metallic dress that accentuated her curves up top as it flowed to her feet. I didn't remember seeing her last night. Maybe she was somewhere I wasn't looking or something.

"As you all know here on Sundays, we highlight our poets talents. We also welcome any newcomers to step up and share their stories through their words. So if anyone else that isn't on the lineup tonight wants to perform their poetry, please let my fiancee, Zion, know." She pointed over to the right side of the stage to the sign up table, her fiancee was the guy who hosted last night with the soothing deep voice. "Alright, now that we got that out of the way, I wanna welcome our regular back to the stage! Please show love to Melanie Naomi." Stassi and I snap in applause as the poet approached the stage. She wore an all black ensemble, black boots, jeans, turtleneck, beret, and matched that with a dark plum lipstick.

My love for him was unconditional.His for me was somehow circumstantial.

Connecting when the timing was convenient for him.

Displaying his emotions for me on his own accord.

When I came to the realization that I need more

His distance became more distant

My means of communication, he'd ignore.Here I am frustrated with my pin and pad

fighting tears on my bathroom floor

When he's so closed off, I'm supposed to keep an open door?

Fuck that.I put in time

I put in work

Just for him to show his ass

To remind me that he was never mine.

His lack of response to my insecurities draw that line,

between what's wanted and whats real.

I look to the heavens for a sign

I grasp that his silence is one.

Tears fall one by one.

I mourn everything that could've been,

I mourn us.

I mourn the loss of trust.

I mourn what could've been me & him.

I mourn us.

Listening to Melanie's words made me reminisce on my relationship with Brendan. The first two years he was everything I could've asked for in a partner. After we got engaged it was like he totally withdrew from the relationship. I was planning a wedding completely on my own and spending all of my free time alone too. Her pain spoke to mine. By the time she finished her poem, I found tears falling down my face. "Y/N, you okay?" I'm startled to hear Luke's voice over Stassi's shoulder.

He found a chair and sat it next to mine, the back towards the table and straddled the seat. He awaited my answer as I was wiping my tears, "Yeah. I'm fine." "You sure about that?" I nodded. He trailed his index finger down my right cheek, "Hi." I giggled at his awkward introduction, "Hi. How are you?" He grinned, "I'm great now. I almost thought I'd never see you again Y/N." "Why was that?" I leaned my face sideways against my hand. "I dunno. Last night seemed too good to be true, I guess." I turned my attention to the stage so he couldn't see me beaming and blushing. "You didn't call me though." I bit my lip to hide my smile as I turned back to him, "I'm here though, ain't I?" He closed in and whispered in my ear, "You biting that lip is gonna get you in trouble, girl." I shook my head and whispered back into his, "I bet it's not." He scaled back as he had a skeptical look on his face, I shrugged and turned back to the stage where Zanobia came back to the stage,

"Alright fam, we got a newcomer hopping on the stage tonight. She hails all the way from England! Give your love to Miss June Riesling." Snaps filled the room as Stassi winked at me, I shrugged at her in confusion, she then makes the smoking motion, I pull the two joints out of my bosom. Luke exclaimed, "Damn, so it's like that? Ya'll just gon blow it down?" I looked around at people burning blunts and joints without any objection from Zanobia or Zion and nodded at him, "Yup." He dug in his pockets and pulled out three joints to match our two, "Well, I did say I wanted to smoke witchu."

--

The smoke session was like a never ending carousel of  joints being passed between the three of us. Every time I passed one to Stass, Luke would pass one to me. We watched three performers recite their poetry before we were down to the last one. Luke passed the unlit joint to me, "You do the honors baby." Stassi threw her hands up, "I'm done, ya'll got it. I'm about to step outside and catch some fresh air." She dismissed herself as I lit it. I let the smoke float up to my nose do french inhale, Luke narrowed his eyes at me. 

"You lookin' hella good tonight. You always dress this nice?" I grunted into a giggle, "Nah. I don't." He disagreed, "You two for two Y/N. I doubt that." I took another hit and he continued, "Unless..you wore this for me tonight." We starred at each other for a spell, I motioned the joint to him, he rejected, "Nah, that's all you." I ashed it and took another hit, he asked again, "So you just gon' ignore me?" I answered, "No Luke. I'm not. What if I told you I did..wear this for you." He looked over his shoulder then scooted the chair he was sitting in as close to me as he could get it. I briefly jumped up as I felt his large hand touch my knee, he mumbled in my ear, "May I?" The exhale he took after his question sent a chill down my body. I took a long drag, we sat eye to eye. He then put his lips close to mine, "Exhale." My lips made a small 'o' shape as I blew out the smoke, he matched his lips to mine and inhaled the smoke.

I let out the slightest whimper and bit down on my lip to silence myself. He went back to my ear, "I told you baby, that shit is gon’ get your ass in trouble." His hand traveled from my knee up to the middle of my inner thigh. He swayed his fingers back and forth stopping at that same spot, I tried keeping my composure using the joint to concentrate from his distracting hand. The more he was moving it back up the more turned on I was getting. I cleared my throat before taking another long drag, he used his other hand to make a 'come here' motion. I made the same 'o' shape with my lips, he shook his head, "Nah. I wanna try this.." He placed his lips on mine and forcefully tapped his other hand that was on my thigh. I subconsciously moved my lips as I moaned into his. He took that as an invite as the shotgun became a full on kiss.

His lips were so soft, the kiss was just the same. He wasn't too forceful yet he established his domination as his lips took mine in. He kept the same back and forth pattern underneath the table with his hand as he took his free hand to caress my face. I put the joint in the ashtray sitting in the center of the table and grasped on to his buttoned shirt, never breaking our kiss. He gripped my thigh as soon as I tugged his shirt. We both groaned at each other's motions.

"Daaaaammmn! I was only gone for like ten minutes and ya'll all over each other? Ya'll wanna get a room? You got an audience." Stassia's sarcastic tone breaks our contact completely, He placed his forehead on mine as I deeply exhaled, "Uhm... Things got a little carried away." We looked behind Luke to see a couple starring at us. They looked to be in their late thirties, maybe mid forties at the oldest. You know black don't crack. Luke gave the man a nod, they waved, "Don't mind us, we just having a uh..nostalgic moment." The man laughed at his mate, "You just remind us of how we were. We met at a place like this in Chicago twenty years ago." I asked, "Oh, really? You two do poetry or music?" She responded, "My husband is a writer, I write in my free time. I actually am a photographer." I nod, "That's cool. I'm Y/N, by the way. Nice to meet you." She smiled, "Nina Lovehall." The man interjected, "I'm her husband, Darius Lovehall." I gasped,

"THEE Darius Lovehall?! OMG I love your book!" I fanned out as he bowed in humility, "Thank you Miss Y/N. I appreciate it. I actually wrote it for her. The year it was published was a year after we met." I put my hand to my chest, "That's beautiful." "So how long ya'll been together?" Nina questioned us, we looked at each other and laughed, Luke retorted, "Actually Mrs. Lovehall, we just met yesterday." Mr. and Mrs. Lovehall looked at each other again and laughed, "This is like Deja Vu, man. This is trippy as fuck." Darius leaned back in his chair in awe, Luke and I looked at each other in confusion.

"Oh, man.. I'm sorry, I'm not tryna scare ya'll or nothin'.. I'm just sayin', when I met my wife..things got heavy, fast. Real fast." He kissed her on the cheek. She agreed, "Yeah. That it did." I was curious, "So was that a bad thing?" They shook their heads, "Not really. Sometimes the pace you need to go in is a little faster than you anticipated to get the love you're supposed to have." Nina's words stuck to me as Zanobia approached the stage again, "Fam let's welcome an audience favorite to the stage, from New Orleans, Louisiana; Mister Luke James." The audience snap for the man sitting in front of me. He held my hands, "I'll be right back." I nodded as he planted a kiss on my temple. -- The man I was just locking lips with less than five minutes ago hopped on the stage and became the center of attention as he announced, "I wrote this last night, awaiting a call that I never received. I call this, 'Calling out for you.' He took steps to the band without the mic so we couldn't hear what direction he was giving them on what to play.

All of a sudden, my favorite six key melody graced my ears from the piano. He requested Duke Ellington and John Coltrane's In a Sentimental Mood. I heard gasps from The Lovehall's table, "Deja Vu!" Darius yells out, again. Luke began,

"I'm sorry, I kept playing this over and over again until I finally fell asleep, so.. I figured it only be right. Yo, Milton..bring that back man."

The band started from the top as he cleared his throat.

That beautiful face that couldn't escape my mind

no matter how much I try to evade.I don't wanna wait

but...I gotta.

You see, I'm willing to wait a million moons.

I'm willing to travel any distance, just to see her face again.

Just to see those beautiful thighs clasp at my voice.

Just to hear her soprano make strides to my ears.

Just to hear her say my name. 

Even if it's through a phone. 

I want her presence. 

I no longer want to be alone. 

I'm willing to wait

All night if I gotta. 

I'm up late wondering what I've been doing without her.

3 AM. Damn I should've got her number.

I didn't want to pressure.

If I get her I want to treat her like my personal treasure.

I found this a thousand leagues under the sea, this was not just another fish.

She was a shooting star among a sky full of stilled.

Before the tempo could pick up, the song then switched over to Blue in Green by Miles Davis as Luke continued his ode, looking directly at me. Much as he did when he sang his song the night before.

As the clock ticks my phone still hasn't rang

My wish still goes unfulfilled.

But I'm strong willed.

This enigma of a woman, I'm calling out to you.

More-so like my body is..

I just hope you share a similar view.

You're not just something unfamiliar

or brand new.

Your aura exuberates through my mental as you inspire this

You're not someone I can just see through.

Maybe mine had been preparing for this moment, possibly my soul already just..knew.

You've been the person invading my mind before I ever had a vision, a face, or a name.

I'm calling out to you. 

And tonight,I hope you can do the same.

Thank you.

The crowd's generous amount of snaps had been the loudest they were the entire night, I was floored. I can't believed he felt all of this because I wouldn't call him. Truthfully, I didn't call because I was too prideful. I didn't want to give any of myself up to him too quickly. Too willingly. I wanted him to work for me. And me calling him last night wouldn't have warranted for that. At least so I thought. He shuffled back over to his seat next to mine, "So, what did you think?" He found my hand and kissed it, everyone trailed his movements to see where he was seated, as soon as they witnessed the gesture everyone let out a synchronized, "Awww!"

-- The night came to an early end at 11PM, Stass and I had to get to work promptly at 8:30, meaning we had to leave our houses an hour early to make it there on time. Her Uber was already outside so it was time to head out. We stood up as I put on my coat, Luke reminded me, "Y/N, you never gave me my coat back from last night." I snapped my fingers, "You're absolutely right, I'll have to return that to you." He nodded, "So that means you have to call me and let me know when you can return it." I turned back to him, "Yeah, I guess that's what that means."

Luke walked me outside as I had to wait ten minutes for my Uber. I confessed, "A Sentimental Mood is one of my favorite jazz cuts." He smiled then hung his head, "Mine too. Along with Blue in Green." I tilted his head up for his eyes to meet mine, "I see. Are you gonna keep dedicating these lustful pieces of art for me until I call you?" His stare became serious, "Is there a problem?" He wrapped his arms around me and I leaned closer to him in response, "Not at all, but if that's all you want.. I'm not the girl for you." He goes in, as I'm thinking he's gonna kiss me again, he kisses my cheek and whispers in my ear, "I never said that's all I want baby."

My thighs rubbed against one another by pure reaction, "Hmm.. If you say so." He leans back in his original space, "If you let me take you out, I can show you exactly what I want." We're looking at one another peering into one another's eyes, "I don't know about that." He objects, "Look, it's no pressure. We're two grown adults. I'm just trying to show you a good time. I know you haven't been here long--" "Wait, how you know that?" "Girl, you sound like you fresh outta New York. Like you ready to hop inna 50 Cent video!" Luke stepped back doing a shitty rendition of the Harlem shake. I scoffed at his accusation, "First of all, nigga, I'm from the Bronx. Second of all, I've been here for about a month now. I've only been here as far as going out goes." He gasped, "Oh nah baby, you haven't even enjoyed Atlanta! I'd love to give you a tour." I placed my index finger on my chin, pretending to think about his proposal.

"How about this, when I call you to get your coat, I'll let you know my answer." He wrapped his arms around me again, "Okay, you have a deal Ms. Y/L/N." My phone dinged, indicating that my Uber had arrived. The navy Nissan Altima approached us and came to a complete stop. I tried to break away from Luke, but his grip became tighter, "Promise you won't keep me waiting too long?" I nodded once, hoping he didn't notice. The grin on his face acknowledged that he did. He took my chin into his hand pulling my face up to meet his. We indulged in a goodnight kiss, similar to the kiss we shared inside. Softly placing our lips on one another.

I broke our embrace, "Goodnight Mr. Boyd." He retorted, "Goodnight to you. Sweet dreams, beautiful." He opened the car's back passenger door as I hopped in the car. He closed it leaving his hand on the window. I placed my fingertips on the other side where his palm lied as the driver rolled off to my destination.

--

#Luke James Fanfic #Luke James Fanfiction #Luke James Fandom #Luke James Imagine #luke james imagines #luke james x reader

[sweetlysilent]

Touring the world with Tom and Harrison... (Headcanon)

Requested By: @dancing4girls

Could I request a headcanon about being best friends with Harrison and Tom ( but slightly younger than them) and traveling with them on the Spider-Man homecoming tour? Thanks!!

Side Note: Headcanons are so fun to write bc they’re so goofy and free to explore about, so thank you for requesting one :))) I really hope it turned out the way you wanted it! Enjoy :)

- oKAY for starters these two boys are actual dorks

- you would NEVER believe they could ever be in a serious movie, let alone be serious for a long period of time

- you still wonder to this day how Tom could play Peter Parker in some scenes bc bOYYY was he always full of giggles on set

- bUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE .. there’s always more isn’t there??

- yes.

- they’re constantly messing around with each other whenever they can, and sometimes other people too if you’re unlucky

- you didn’t know? THEY PRANK PEOPLE 24/7 THEREFORE NO TRUST AT ALL

- “Y/N PLEASE JUST TRY THIS YOU’LL LOVE IT!” Tom would shout, chasing you around the hotel room you all were currently staying at.

- oh yeah, did I mention yOU’RE ON TOUR WITH THE SPIDERMAN HOMECOMING CAST

- you became best friends with Tom and Harrison when you got casted in a movie together

- “Hi my name is Tom Holland and this is my best friend Harrison Osterfield.” Tom would introduce himself and Harrison, bright smiles on their faces.

- “I’m Y/N, Y/L/N.” You’d reply, smiling back at them, you instantly knew you’d get along great with them.

- and from that day forward you guys were “besties”, or how Tom liked to call it, The “Two Amigos and Amiga Squad.”

- “Y/N DON’T LISTEN TO TOM HE WANTS YOU TO DRINK THIS NASTY THING HE CREATED, DON’T DO IT, IT’S A TRAP!” Harrison would yell, running into the room, glaring at Tom while you stood there unsure of who to trust.

- “gUYS pLEASE DON’T DO THIS TO ME, I’M TOO YOUNG FOR THIS.” You’d dramatically place your hand on your chest, making fake sniffling sounds.

- this is where you were glad you were in the movie industry, acting came easy to you whenever you needed it

- “Y/N YOU’RE LIKE TWO YEARS YOUNGER THAN US.” Tom would laugh, making you smile and laugh along with him.

- “He does make a good point Y/N, as much as I hate to agree with him.” Harrison would add on, his arms crossed as he watched you with an amused smile.

- “Whoa, whoa, whoa, are you guys ganging up on me?” You’d question, looking between the two of the boys in front of you.

- Tom would smirk slightly, before laughing and waving the cup around in his hands

- “IT IS NOW THE TWO AMIGOS AGAINST THE AMIGA, AVENGERS ASSEMBLE!” Tom would shout, before rushing towards you, along with Harrison.

- in an instant you were back to running around the hotel room, Tom AND Harrison chasing you this time, laughter’s filling the room.

- “ARE YOU EVEN AN AVENGER YET? DON’T YOU NEED TRAINING?” You’d shout, making Tom pause and fake gasp.

- “i’M SORRY WHAT.” Tom would squint at you playfully, Harrison stepping aside knowing this was now a personal match between the two of you.

- “YEAH, THAT’S RIGHT YOU HEARD ME.” You’d fire again, a confident smile on your face as you saw Tom start to shake his head, laughter leaving his lips.

- “You’re so drinking this now.” He’d grin, and needless to say, you did end up drinking it, and it was DISGUSTING.

- aside from spending times at hotels, traveling with the cast and your two best friends was one of the best experiences of your life

- you were able to visit so many different countries, explore different cultures, it overall was mind blowing

- your favorite stop however was when you all went to Rome, Italy

- you had always wanted to go there, and being able to see it for the first time with your best friends was a dream come true

- oH AND I FORGOT TO MENTION, YOU ALL ATE PASTA LITTERALLY EVERYDAY

- “Y/N can I have some of your food.” Harrison would ask, giving you a puppy face as he sat next to you.

- “bUT it’s my pasta, your food is literally almost here.” You’d whine, halfway covering your bowl of food.

- “Bro you know never to get in the way of a girl and her food, are you asking to get your arm ripped off?” Tom would question, laughing as Harrison would frown in response.

- “I learned the hard way, take it from me.” Tom would laugh, making your face heat up a bit, an embarrassed smile on your face.

- soon enough Harrison’s food was brought to him, along with everyone else’s

- “Hey, Harrison..” You’d nudge his arm with your elbow, a smirk on your face.

- “You wanna.. you know.. give me some of your food?” You’d question, eyebrows raised as you watched Harrison’s eyes widen before squinting at you.

- “ha hA HA, VERY FUNNY Y/N.” Harrison would fake laugh, waving his fork at you making you and Tom laugh in response.

- needless to say, Italy had a lot of good memories, and was definitely one of your favorite places you had traveled on the tour so far

- AND THEN YOU ARRIVED IN TOKYO

- tHIS IS WHERE IT ALL WENT DOWN

- “OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD THOMAS HOLAND WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!” You’d shout, laughter erupting from your mouth as you looked at him.

- “Y/N SHUT UP I HAVE TO DO THIS, DO YOU HONESTLY THINK I WANT THIS THING ON MY FACE.” Tom would shout back in a whiny voice, making you laugh even harder.

- “YOU LOOK LIKE YOU HAVE A SQUIRRLE ON YOUR FACE.” You’d laugh even harder, your cheeks and stomach starting to hurt.

- “Oh god what did you do now Tom? She was finally calm and quiet and look what you did.” Harrison would scold, gesturing to your body laying on the floor still erupting with laughter.

- “IT’S NOT MY FAULT HARRISON SHE’S MAKING FUN OF MY MUSTACHE.” Tom would defend himself, only making you laugh even louder.

- “THIS REMINDS ME OF THAT EPISODE OF ICARLY!” You’d somehow shout out, your eyes now watering from laughing so hard.

- “Y/N what are you even talking about?” Harrison would laugh, now sitting on the floor with you while Tom stood there pouting.

- “On those episodes of ICarly where Carly thought Sam’s mustache was a squirrel and kept petting it.” You’d manage to get out, now taking deep breaths.

- aND THEN IT WAS HARRISON’S TURN TO LAUGH

- he now understood where you were coming from, thus making Tom even more annoyed

- “gUYS PLEASEEEEE.” Tom would beg, but that would only make you guys laugh more

- eventually Tom gave in, laughing with you guys

- however, there were many more laughs in the future due to his mustache

- “Hey Tom?” You’d question one day walking into his room, his suspicion already growing.

- “Yessss?” He’d reply while glancing at Harrison who was also curious to see what you were up to.

- “I mustache you a question.” You’d wiggle your eyebrows, raising your index finger and placing it under your nose to show the tiny mustache you had drawn.

- Tom and Harrison would stare at you blankly while you died of laughter once again

- “Sometimes I wonder why were best friends with you Y/N, I really wonder.” Tom would laugh, shaking his head while Harrison watched you in amusement.

- “You guys love meeeeee.” You’d smile, giving them both a hug before leaving the room, hearing them shout a ‘maybe’ in response making you laugh once more.

- “It does look like a squirrel though Tom.” You’d hear Harrison say as you were walking down the hallway.

- “Shut up Haz.” Tom would mutter, making you giggle quietly.

- “Can I pet it?” You’d hear Harrison question, laughter erupting moments later

- “nO HAZ YOU CAN’T PET MY MUSTACHE.” Tom would shout, making you laugh even harder

- you loved these boys so much asdkfjdsfk

- oNLY TO A CERTAIN POINT THOUGH

- during traveling you’d also hang out with Zendaya and Jacob, depending on where they were traveling to with you guys

- this was one of your favorite times, you loved hanging out with them, sometimes you just needed to get away from Tom and Harrison

- i mean they’re basically like your older brothers sooo?????

- “ZENDAYA WHERE IS Y/N.” Harrison and Tom would shout, Jacob following behind them.

- “hIDE ME PLEASE.” You’d whisper shout, making Zendaya laugh, but she did indeed hide you.

- “I don’t know, haven’t seen her??” Zendaya would shrug, making them huff in annoyance.

- they would reply with ‘mhms’ 'sure okay’ 'i bet she’s hiding’ >:)

- WHICH YOU WERE SO LOLOL

- sometimes you just need GIRL TIME YANNO

- bUT if we’re being real here, the Spider-Man Homecoming Tour was one of your best trips you’d ever been on and you were so thankful to have been able to join them

- you wouldn’t have wanted to experience touring the world with anyone else, as much as they annoyed you, you loved your dorky brotherly best friends :))))))))

You + Tom + Harrison = The Two Amigos and Amiga Squad !!

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[sweetnestor]

You Look Happier | Chapter 10

university au, teamiplier + jack

platonic/romance/angst/(smut at one point but it’ll only be on ao3) <– if ya wanna read the smut</i>

previous chapter

The ringing noise was hauntingly familiar. The strobe and 3D effects sent chills down my spine. The shakiness of the camera made my head spin. The words he was saying was the cherry on top of this unsettling experience.

“…and now I can take you where you’d like to go… I can especially take you places you don’t want to go…”

“Jesus Christ,” I said when the scene changed to something more lighthearted.

“Is that what it feels like?” asked Mark, who was sitting in the car with me.

“Spot on,” I mumbled before playing the next video.

I ended up being stuck with Darkiplier for the rest of time. Go figure.

“I’m… impressed,” I told him after some silence.

“Yeah? You liked it?” Mark hopefully asked.

I nodded, feeling a bit mind blown at the whole thing. “I’m sorry I was so salty about it. You guys did a really good job.”

“Thank you. I wanted to do something like this for a long time, but I never had the funds or even a team to help. I’m really, really proud of the whole thing, and I’m glad you liked it. If we do anything like this again, I’d like for you to be apart of it. You could really contribute to the egos. You could even be apart of the team.”

Me? Being one of them? How would the fans take that? How could I work around my ex, my ex’s girlfriend, and my current boyfriend?

“Maybe,” I said.

Mark smiled. The moment was nice until he put his hands on the steering wheel. Then I remembered why we were in his car, and my stomach sank.

“You ready?” he asked, turning the engine over.

I placed my hands on the dash and inhaled deeply. “Go.”

He pulled out of the space in the YTU parking lot, and my breathing staggered. It could have been worse though, because Mark was the only person I have let drive before. I knew the feeling already, I just had to grow accustomed to it again, since he and I would be taking turns driving on the Grand Canyon trip.

I jumped every time he hit the brakes or turned a corner. To make things easy, Mark drove around the perimeter of the campus, keeping his speed at 15 miles or under. But the small traffic jams we got into didn’t ease my nerves.

“You okay?” he asked, glancing over at me.

“Mhm,” I strained out, trying to focus on the road ahead.

“Okay, we’re almost done. Focus on your breathing.”

That brought back a small flashback. Two years ago, exact same location. For once, it wasn’t painful to think about. The only thing that was painful was my chest from the distress of not driving.

He went back to the spot he had originally parked. Once the car was stationary again, I was able to physically relax. I sighed as I sat back in my seat.

“Think you can handle eight hours of that?” he asked me.

“We’ll find out when we get there,” I replied.

We got out of the car, into the cool afternoon air. I was coming back down from the anxiety a little quicker than normal. A few months ago, I wouldn’t have been able to do this, so I guess that was some improvement.

“What are your plans for the rest of the day?” Mark inquired as we walked towards the main office.

Valentine’s date with my boyfriend. I couldn’t really say that, though. But I couldn’t lie, either.

“Class,” I replied. That was true.

Mark chuckled. “No dates? Are you even dating again?”

Fuck.

“Eh, whatever happens,” I said with a shrug.

He opened the door for me, and I tried to hide the red on my cheeks by flipping my hair to one side and letting it fall over part of my face. What if he knew and he was just testing me?

“Not even today?” he pressed. “The day of all days? The day dedicated to love and dating?”

I scoffed. “I was never crazy about Valentine’s Day.”

“That’s true.” He paused as he walked in step next to me. “So… you and Jack definitely aren’t dating?”

Should have seen that coming. Did I really have that much chemistry with the loud green man?

“We’re besties and nothing more,” I confirmed.

Now if you ask about your blue haired editor, that would be another story.

~

That evening, Ethan and I didn’t have a car date. Instead, we went to the beach at sunset. I know, how cliche and disgusting, right? But it’s Valentine’s Day, and it was his idea, so it had to happen.

“Wait, stay right there,” Ethan said as he let go of my hand.

I did what I was told, despite being a little thrown off by his request. Ethan took out his phone and began taking out pictures. I turned my head away instinctively; I didn’t want to tell him to stop but I couldn’t help but feel insecure. My hair was all over the place because of the breeze, and my makeup was getting cakey from wearing it all day.

“Here, look,” he said as he approached me again. He swiped through the photos he took, all you could see was my silhouette and the orange sun setting in the background.

“Very Instagrammy,” I told him, feeling a little better. “Now let’s take a selfie.”

We faced the sunset for some light. It was more intense than anticipated, so we both ended up squinting for the picture, making exaggerated expressions. When we tried to take a decent picture, all I could do was just shut my eyes and hold up a peace sign.

“Perfect,” Ethan said when he was looking back at the photos. “I love that we made the same face.”

I smiled and rested my chin on his shoulder. Then I threw my arms around his middle, giving him a side hug. I didn’t think I would get a decent Valentine’s Day ever again. I didn’t think I would date again.

Ethan put his phone back in his pocket and then put his arm around me. “So I got you something.”

My heart jumped and my smile wouldn’t falter. “You didn’t have to!”

“I wanted to! Here-” He reached into his pocket with his free hand and pulled out a small figurine. “We spend a lot of time in your car, and I wanted to give you something that would, uh… it’s just… a thing for when I’m not there… you’ll, uh, remember me.”

He opened his hand, revealing a little plastic hula girl. A small thing that held so much meaning.

“Aw, I love her!” I cooed, scooping up the item. “That’s so sweet!”

“You really like it?”

“Of course I do!” I told him as I got on my toes and hugged him properly. When I let go, I took his hand. “Let’s go put her in my car! And I can give you your gift!”

I pulled his arm and we practically ran up to the parking lot. I unlocked the doors and we climbed inside. Then, I placed the little hula girl on the center of the dash, watching her shake from the motion.

“Look at her, she’s beautiful,” I mused before looking at Ethan.

I couldn’t help but stroke his cheek. He grinned at the gesture.

“I still can’t believe you’re my girlfriend,” he said softly. “It’s been… how long?”

“In six days, it’ll be one month,” I reminded him. Then, I leaned in to kiss him. It was sweet and chaste, but I cut it short. “Time for your gift. Get in the backseat.”

His eyes widened. “Where is this going?”

I hesitated and then nodded to the back, where my guitar was sat across the seat. “I’ve never sang to anyone, so…”

“Aw, Bella!”

“Okay, okay! Let’s go!”

We moved, being careful not to fall onto my guitar. Once we were settled, the nerves hit me like a bus. I held the instrument, but my torso began to tremble. Naturally, I began to stall.

“I don’t really have words to express anything I feel for you,” I told him. “So this is by no means an original song… i-it’s a One Direction song. And it made me think of you.”

He nodded and waited, a small smile on his face.

“Okay.” I took a deep breath and began strumming the soft tune.

“I wanna write you a song

One as beautiful as you are sweet

With just a hint of pain for the feeling that I get

When you are gone

I wanna write you a song”

It wasn’t the bad kind of nerves this time. I could tell, because the impending doom wasn’t present. It also got easier to steady my voice as I continued the song. However, I could not look at Ethan’s face.

“Ooo, everything I need I get from you

Ooo, giving back is all I wanna do”

My fingers were steady, despite the combination of nerves and my rusty guitar skills. I would rather crap myself while singing than to come up with my own words of affection.

“I wanna write you a song

Want to make your heart remember me

So anytime I’m gone, you can listen to my voice

And sing along

I wanna write you a song”

I strummed the last few chords and looked down at the space between us. The body shakes had returned, and it was a little harder to hid this time.

“Bella…” Ethan said affectionately. “Babe…”

He scooted closer to me and gently pried the guitar from my grasp. After putting it behind him against the door, he moved even closer to me and held me in his arms. Without even thinking about it, I hugged him around his waist and rested my cheek on his shoulder. I was trying very hard not to cry.

“Thank you so much,” he told me. “That was so nice, you’re so talented… are you shaking?”

I pulled back, blushing. “Nervous tick.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s nothing, it happens. I was nervous about this thing. I’ve never sang to anyone before.”

“Well, it was perfect. You’re really, really talented,” he said as he cupped my cheek. Then he pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. “Your hair’s getting curly.”

My smile fell. “What? Oh god, it was the beach.” I hastily pushed my long hair behind me and put it in a ponytail.

“It looks good, though,” Ethan reassured, sounding amused.

“There’s a reason why I straighten and curl it,” I replied, tightening the tail and letting it fall behind me. “Natural hair ain’t pretty.”

“You’re pretty no matter what.”

I wanted to roll my eyes and say something witty in return, but he had cupped my cheek again and started to lean in. I decided to shut up and let him kiss me.

It was easier than last time. The butterflies were there, and my head was spinning. But it was comfortable, and I liked it.

He slowly let his hand fall to my neck, like he was hesitating. I responded to that touch by running my hand down his jacket collar and giving a small tug. That made us migrate even closer to each other. Then he slid his down to my waist. We were fitting together like two puzzle pieces.

At one point, we pulled apart, but there was still minimal space between us. I didn’t want to stop, though; I kept looking down at his lips, trying to bring him close again. Ethan did lean in again after a breath or two, but he was using his whole body this time, and his hand went down to my thigh. My heart pounded as I leaned back against the door, pulling Ethan by his collar, and lifting my leg so it touch his hip. Then, I tried shifting so I could outstretch my other leg, but I accidentally kicked my guitar, which made a loud bang!

We both jumped at the loud noise. That was the slap I needed to remember where exactly I was. Car. Public place. A constant state of anxiety.

“Forgot that was there,” Ethan said with a small laugh.

“Yeah,” I breathed out, trying to come down from the bad adrenaline. “Leave it to me to scare the crap out of myself.”

“Are you okay?”

I nodded, and then sat up. “I can’t do this here. I can’t relax.”

“How come?”

I shrugged, looking around through the windows. “Too public. Too much commotion. What if we’re being watched?”

“Okay, let’s go somewhere else, then,” Ethan said.

“Is that okay, though? I’m sorry, I didn’t want to ruin the moment.”

“It’s totally okay, don’t worry,” he reassured. “We can go to my place! Or… no, we can’t. I live with Tyler, he doesn’t know about us.”

“We can go to mine?”

He nodded and the silence that dawned between us made my nerves do many things.

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next chapter

#crankgameplays x oc #ethan nestor x reader #jacksepticeye x oc #markiplier x oc #ylh fic #sweetheart writes #thank yall for ur patience it means a lot #work and school are starting to kick my ass and its only the second day #also i cried a lot at ethans thank u vid #it made the singing scene a lot more emotional for me to write haha #EDIT: SHOUTOUT TO SAM FOR THE HULA GIRL IDEA DJRHDSNDJDJ #ALSO SHOUTOUT TO HER FOR THE BELLA BEING THE INSPIRATION BEHIND DARK THI G TOO

[lothirielswan]

The History of Author & Deadpool

Hia Awesome Adventurers! So now that Deadpool is back to his schemes in my WoW novels, I decided to post some of our old confrontations in one of my old...disgraceful Marvel Fanfics. Where the Avengers adopted a turtle called Bromine and Iron Man’s and Black Widow’s (not romantically involved) adopted daughter, Catwoman, goes off with Deadpool and Quicksilver into space. Needless to say, the best thing from this novel were the Author’s Notes. Please enjoy the weirdness.

Deadpool: Look at that majestic red man on the cover of that book c,: just takes your breath away

~*~

A/N: We're almost to space!! Yay–it's been a amazing journey, and I'm sorry for all of the bumps, but it's awesome that we came this far!

Deadpool: Yeah, can we hurry this up? I'm not even in the book yet. I have other fanfics to be in, Author :/

Pietro: You mean the Spiderman fanfics you write?

Deadpool: RUN TO CANADA YOU SWINE!!!

Deadpool: Btw, you read my fanfics? :)) Thoughts?

Pietro: Disgusting. Wanda does, and if I'm being honest, it's not your best work. The Iron Man/Captain America ones are better.

Wanda: I told you, Pietro, that was from an AD.

Pietro: Yes, sister: Adolescent Dummy.

Wanda: YOU FIEND!

Pietro: I HOPE SOKOVIA FALLS ON YOUR FACE!!

Wanda: I DISOWN YOU, FORMER WOMB NEIGHBOR.

Shuri: I came to this disgraceful, medieval part of the world to complain. My brother is evil incarnate.

Wanda: ....

Wanda: I like you.

Shuri: I found the powerful witch of these medieval lands, perhaps everything outside of Wakanda isn't so bad.

Pietro: BURN THE WITCH!

Wanda: Would you like to get coffee? I have tons of black magic c;

Shuri: Of course! ;3

T'Challa: ...This cannot be good.

Deadpool: HELLO. DOES ANYBODY CARE ABOUT MY FICSSSS????

Pietro: We need to stop this!!

T'Challa: Agreed! For the good of Wakanda, and the poor villagers that live outside of it.

Deadpool: I'm becoming the fifth wheel here. What am I, Leo Valdez?

Author: Keep being awesome, people!!

Deadpool: I'M MOVING TO A DIFFERENT FANFIC.

Author: I HAVE YOU UNDER CONTRACT!!

Deadpool: Darn. It's so hard to find work as a Marvel Comic character.

~*~

Deadpool's Note: Lols, I killed the Author :3 I'm in charge of the book now. PEETIE, FRONT AND CENTER! And time for this very special spoiler production–

Professor X: Mr. Wilson!

Wade the Awesome: Wait, are you McAvoy or Stewart? I can't tell because you're only words.

Professor X: You are messing with time streams, Mr. Wilson. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

Wade is Better Than Wolverine: Be happy I am, pal. I've seen what's in store for you. Believe me, I'm saving you emotional trauma. In two books you'll be–

Bruce Banner: Hold on...what if Bromine's near-death experience wasn't Scott's fault...IT WAS YOURS :O YOU MONSTER!

Professor X: The Avengers have a pet? Fascinating. I usually consider Beast as ours, but perhaps we should go more basic.

Wade is da Best: Yep, you're Stewart, Mr. Spock. And I do not need another animal shitting on my lawn.

Bruce Banner: ...

Professor X: ...

Wade is Peetie's Besty: What?

Bruce Banner: The word...

Wade the King of Fan-Fiction: What? Oh. You mean the new absence of these: #$%^. Yeah. Those are gone now. If you'll excuse me, I have to write my grand entrance. It's gonna be fucking amazeballs. Go be amazing, readers, and spread the revolution!

Peter Parker: ...

Peter Parker: We're doomed.

~*~

DP/N: Mhm, that's right, ladies. I'm here to fix this fanfic CAT-astrophe.

Pietro: Really? The fate of my life is in your hands now??? I should have stayed dead.

Selina: WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL YOUR SISTER SHE'S BEEN MOURNING YOU FOREVER SHE'S BEEN EATING ALL OF THE NUTELLAAA

Pietro: Because I like you more :3

Wanda: I DISOWN YOU, WOMB NEIGHBOR!!

Pietro: BURN THE WITCH!!

Deadpool: This is such a healthy relationship. It makes me cry :,) and if we're gonna talk crap about womb neighbors, how about Selina's–

Magneto: WADE!

Deadpool: Gandalf! Is that you? Have you come to take Peter, my hobbit, away? You're still words, this is so confuzzling.

Mag-neat-o: Charles rattled my cage, so I'm rattling yours! Leave the fabric of the Universe alone!

Pietro: ...Who are you

Wanda: Yeah, who is this weirdo?

T-erik-fic: :( that's not nice.

Deadpool the Awesome: And all of you readers should go see my movie, DP2! Really. Do it. Now. I'm watching you. And put a vote on this baby, my fingers are burnin. Keep being your amazing selves!

~*~

DP/N: Hello amazing people. Sorry for the wait, I'm prepping myself for Ant-Man and the Wasp–I've been stocking up on raid cans and swatters for the occasion. Keep being amazing!

Rocket the Raccoon: *sniffs the air* I smell something...the smell of another humie traveling across space listening to crappy music.

Peter Quill: Huh? Who is it–

Deadpool: OH MY JESUS ANOTHER PETER!!

Deadpool: Keep it cool, DP, keep it cool. How's it hanging, Prattzel?

Rocket: Ew, this is a weird human. Not as weird as Quill, but weird.

Deadpool: Watch it, Garbage-Eater. I can erase you! But I need you for the next chapter. Shit. I have to figure this out...

~*~

Shockingly Alive Author: WADE WILSON!

Deadpool: Oh sh*t.

Deadpool: OH SH*T NOW YOU'RE BLOCKING OUT CUSS WORDS WHYYYYYYY I THOUGHT YOU WERE FUN!

Author: YOU THOUGHT I WAS DEAD!!

Bruce Banner: He hurt my Bromine!!

Author: :o Wade, how could you

Deadpool: It wasn't intentional!! Personally, I prefer cats as pets. They have no sense of boundaries and are cuddly and cute. Like a Tribble.

Selina: ....For some reason, that feels offensive.

Author: Wade, no more taking over the story!!

Professor X: Author, if I may....he mentioned something about my untimely demise...

Author: Oh.

Author: Um.

Author: ....BRUCE LIKES STAR TREK!!

Tony: HOW COULD YOU BRUCIE YOU TREKKIE TRAITOR!!!!!!!!!

Author: Keep being awesome, awesome people c:

Peter Parker: ...

Peter Parker: Is it safe to come out yet?

Deadpool: I'm everywhere ;)

~*~

A/N: Yay! The Black Order is here!

Bruce Banner: Since when do 'Black Order' and 'yay' go together in the same line?

Tony: You don't get to speak, traitor.

Bruce: What? Because I'm all about that Bass? #NoTribbles

Tony: That hit me harder than Jar Jar Binks.

Deadpool: Author, did you just make me miss the first action scene because I took over your book?

Author: I'm not talking to you.

Deadpool: There's still things I don't understand. I am positive I killed the Author–I still have your guts in Al's fridge.

Author: No more questions.

Deadpool: Hmm.

*Deadpool drags Peter Parker into conversation*

Deadpool: Watson, we have a new case to solve! Onward!

Peter Parker: #NoTribblesNoService

Deadpool: I thought it was #NoStrippersNoService

Bruce Banner: What is wrong with you?

Deadpool: I was a bottle baby.

Deadpool: Beer bottle.

Author: Go be awesome!

Deadpool: Hmm...I feel a storm brewing....#CueX-FilesThemeSong

Peter Parker: #SomeoneHelpMe

~*~

A/N: I'm sorry, readers, but I have to interrupt your regularly scheduled program for the following message:

Peter Parker: ...

Peter Parker: Can everyone sign my petition to make Wade stop calling me 'Watson', please?

Deadpool: I ship Johnlock ;3

Peter Parker: Huh?

Deadpool: Such a pure blogger...so innocent...

Tony Stark: WADE WILSON. AS THE ONLY PARENTAL FIGURE IN PARKER'S LIFE I FORBID YOU FROM HANGING OUT WITH MY SON.

Tony Stark: *MY KID.

Tony Stark: **MY...SOMETHING.

Steve Rogers: Tony. You're wrong.

Bruce Banner & Wanda Maximoff: GASP.

Steve Rogers: I'M A PARENTAL FIGURE TOO. I WILL RAIN HELLFIRE ON YOU

Tony Stark: AND HERE I AM, WITHOUT AN UMBRELLA.

Steve Rogers: I FEEL A STORM BREWING.

Wanda Maximoff: How come we're always in the middle of these things?

Bruce Banner: Usually I just watch from a distance...it's more fun that way.

Peter Parker: PLEASE SIGN THIS. HE'S BEEN STALKING ME AND LEAVING ME MESSAGES ON ROOFTOPS.

Author: Is that the end of the message?

Peter Parker: I guess...now I have to get a court order for my superdads. They're fighting over me like Democrats and Republicans over the United States.

Tony Stark: I'M GONNA KICK YOUR BUTT SO HARD YOUR LIFE ALERT WON'T COVER IT.

Steve Rogers: MY ARMY BROS WILL DEFEAT YOUR SCIENCE BROS!!

Author: ...I think they're done. Keep being awesome!!

~*~

A/N: Hey awesome people! Thanks for reading, and credit to the amazing outfit designs above to LotusLumino! She's fantastic and has a bunch of amazing ideas, so when you get a spare moment, google her for more awesome art!

Wade: IMPOSTER!

Author: Huh?

Wade: You. Are. Not. The. Author.

Author: Why, whatever do you mean...

Peter Parker: He's right! I've seen the evidence–gross evidence, but still evidence! You're not her!

Author: Oh Peter, you couldn't just stay quiet. It would've been so much easier...for you...if you stayed that way.

Peter Parker: What–

Author: Enjoy yourselves, readers. I have some matters to attend to.

Wade: Somebody get out the shockblankets!!!

~*~

Deadpool: What have you done with the real Author???

Author: Do not question me, Wade Wilson.

Deadpool: I know you're not the real Author! She wouldn't bother typing out my full name, she's too lazy!

Peter Parker: WHO are you???

*Author ripples, and true form is revealed*

Deadpool: :O

Peter Parker: :O

Bromine the Turtle: :O

Skrull: WE WILL REIGN OVER THIS DOMAIN!!!!

Pietro: :o I did not see that coming.

Deadpool: Wait, what's a skrull? Some nerd educate me here.

Dr. Strange: A Skrull is an alien race that can morph their appearance–usually they bother the Fantastic Four. We prefer to leave it that way.

Deadpool: Thanks, magic-nerd. WE'RE TAKING YOU DOWN!!! OH, YOU WORE THE PURPLE PANTS! YOU'RE GONNA PAY FOR THAT!!!!

Clint & Selina: ???

Deadpool: Be almighty and awesome readers as I save this story and slay the evil green man!!

Bruce Banner: Seriously there are so many green people can everybody stop stealing my color? There's gold and silver and purple and brown and pink–orange too!

Deadpool: I SAID BE AWESOME BRUCIE DON'T RUIN MY LAST WORDS!

~*~

Deadpool: MAXIMUM EFFORT!!!

*Deadpool kills the Skrull. It collapses onto the ground like mushed-up guacamole*

Deadpool: WE ARE FREE OF EVIL! EXCEPT FOR THE FACT THAT THOR WEARS A CAPE TO COVER THAT GODLY A*S.

Thor: Should I be delighted or disgusted by this human?

Bruce Banner: Disgusted. Definitely disgusted.

Peter Parker: Okay, the Skrull's gone. What now?

Deadpool: Well, Tortilla chips of course. Free guacamole is a once-in-a-lifetime deal, my fellow grasshopper.

Peter Parker: I mean about the Author! She's still gone! I miss how she says be awesome :c it brightens up my day after Flash floods my locker with Coke.

Bruce Banner: Wait, if the Author's dead, then who's writing what is up above...?

Everyone: ...

Deadpool: Time to use my sixth sense....

Author: Hello everyone!

Everyone: GASP!

Author: I'm back ;) stay tuned for more, awesome readers, and keep being awesome!!!

Author: Peter you are an awesome, precious cinnamon roll.

Peter Parker: c: I'm just your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man, Milady!

*Whole Universe and Deadpool swoon*

#the dark origins story of my author's notes #featuring fetus lothirielswan #and Majestic Deadpool #deadpool #marvel #avengers