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winter-soldier-vibes · 3 years

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just a wittle request, could you do something where bucky comforts the reader who has mommy issues after she has a panic attack over the thought of turning out like her mother?

Hi there, sorry this took so long! I still haven’t processed my own so I had to take a few breaks. I apologize if this is off the path of what you meant, I’m going off of my own experience but I know it’s different for everyone.

You're nothing like her.

Bucky x reader

Word count: 3219

Warnings: mommy issues, toxic childhood, talk of divorce, panic attack/anxiety, negative self-talk

A/N: This takes place in a timeline where Bucky is retired

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You did everything you could to avoid it. To avoid her

You left home as soon as you could. When you were in college you were surrounded by people who were homesick, people who wanted to go home, people who finally had to take care of themselves. Things you couldn’t relate to.

You had been supporting yourself most of your life. Not that you had much of a choice. Your dad left when you were younger, your mother blaming it on you. If you had been better, maybe he wouldn’t have left. You, being young, believed her. What else were you supposed to do, growing up in a world that preaches ‘mother knows best’?

Load of bullshit to you.

You knew better now, being an adult, that she didn’t know best. She worked or went out with friends and left you to raise yourself, telling you it was your fault when she neglected her responsibilities. And when you would get upset she would play the victim, crying ‘woe is me’ because you were so ungrateful to the person who raised you after you drove her husband out.

“You know it’s your fault right?” she had snapped at you one night at dinner. There was a graded paper, a B written on the top of it.

“What?”

“You’re the reason he left me. He just couldn’t stand you. You’re the reason why he left and why I’m so miserable now.”

You had felt tears in your eyes.

“Tears, really? Tears aren't going to change the fact that MY husband LEFT.”

Her husband, not your father.

No, you knew better now to know that what she had done and said was wrong. But that didn’t make you forget. It didn’t make it any easier for you.

You went to college, saved up as much as you could, and gave tight-lipped smiles when people asked why you didn’t go home on weekends or vacations. You tried not to talk about her much, but that didn’t stop you from thinking about her.

You had stood at your college graduation, caps thrown and loud laughs and cheers echoing around. There were a bunch of people celebrating around you, taking photos, but you had stood on the outskirts. You had a small smile on your face for everyone else, but you couldn’t help but feel empty inside. You hadn’t made many friends, not close friends, but that was a good thing. You could take the photo so no one was left out.

Not so much of a text from her. She hadn’t come, she hadn’t called or anything.

In a twisted way, you were glad that she hadn’t. She couldn’t make a big deal about how you weren’t the top of your class or how you didn’t deserve to be. How you didn’t have a job set up to start the next week even though you already were planning on submitting your resumes. There wasn’t a way to please her, so it was almost better that she wasn’t there.

You had texted her after a few days and she made up some bullshit excuse that she had forgotten to put it on the calendar.

She liked your Instagram photo though. So thoughtful

You worried you would turn out the same way. Or that she had rubbed off on you in some way. You kept to yourself as much as you could, staying in, keeping your emotions to yourself. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust people, maybe it was, but more so you were worried that you would seem like you were playing the victim.

You didn’t want to bother anyone or make anyone feel obligated to listen to you. You worried that behind your back they would complain about you being emotional or making everything about you.

You worried they would talk about you the same way you thought about your mother.

People are supposed to look to their parents to teach them what to be, yet you found yourself wanting to avoid everything your parents did to you. They taught you exactly who you didn’t want to be.

Your father left. Your mother hated you.

You didn’t share your opinions because you didn’t want to be told you were wrong. You didn’t want to force your ideas onto anyone. Not like what you said would make a difference anyway, not that it mattered in the first place.

You remembered all of the sentences you would start but not finish because no one had heard you. Trying to jump in a few times and eventually giving up when the conversation had moved onto a new subject. All the times people would interrupt or interject, making you feel like you didn’t have something to say that was worth hearing.

You thought it would get better when you got a job. But the pressure you put on yourself to do well in school was transferred to the job you had gotten. You still were afraid that people saw yourself as your mom used to and that you would never be good enough for anyone. You thought that achievements would make you feel fulfilled.

But if you didn’t believe in yourself, what were a few “job well done's” supposed to do?

It made it hard to get into a relationship. People say that “you have to love yourself before you can love someone else,” but that didn’t feel so true to you. It was more that you didn’t trust yourself to love someone else. You worried about hurting whoever you were with, and you told yourself that if you didn’t get close to anyone, you couldn’t hurt them.

But then you ran into him.

He was on a morning run and you were walking home from a night shift, both too tired to see each other coming. You because you had just finished a shift, him because he was running off the nightmare he had had the night previous. Both of you craving a sleep that seemed just out of reach.

You were very apologetic, as was he, both afraid that you had hurt the other. You avoided his eyes even though they were trained anywhere but your own, as he fiddled with his gloved hands and you scratched the back of your neck.

It was the first time either of you had seen someone as unsure as yourselves

You had parted ways with only each other's names. Bucky and y/n.

The two of you crossed paths a few times in the following weeks, eventually getting each other’s phone numbers and agreeing to meet for coffee rather than hoping the other left at the right time. Eventually, the subtle nervous tics each of you had died down as you got to know each other.

For the most part.

You still overly apologized for everything. If you were a few minutes late, if you spaced out...you took the blame for everything.

Traffic had been bad, a storm and an accident causing you to be 5 minutes late rather than 15 minutes early. You had run into the coffee shop, scanning the restaurant with wide eyes when you saw Bucky sitting there casually.

“I am so so so sorry, I should’ve left earlier, there was an accident, I’m so sorry I’m late -”

“Y/n, don’t worry about it,” he had said, a smile on his face and a slight flash of concern on his face. “Seriously, it’s a couple of minutes. It’s literally fine.”

“No, I’m really sorry, I should’ve known or called or something.”

“Relax. It’s totally fine, I promise,” he had said, concern a little more present on his face. “Are you okay though?”

“What? Yeah, I’m good. How have you been with everything?

You wouldn’t let him talk about you. The same way your mother never let you talk about yourself.

Don’t think about her.

He had started opening up to you but you still kept your personal life under lock and key. Your name, how work was, and your physical well-being was about as personal as you got. Even so, if work had been a shit show or you had to pull an all-nighter would go unspoken. He didn’t need the burden of your personal issues. Not when there was nothing he could do about it.

The past was the past, you just had to learn how to get over yourself.

You couldn’t change what your mother had said over a decade ago.

You worried if you talked about yourself at all then you would be making the situation about you. You worried you would project your anger or sadness onto him. He didn’t deserve that. Plus, it wasn’t like he would be able to do anything, right?

You promised yourself you wouldn’t let him get too close. That if he didn’t get close to you, you couldn’t hurt him.

But damn, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t start developing feelings for him. And from the way he had started acting, you thought maybe he was too.

The hugs that were ever so slightly too tight or when he smiled at you a little longer than normal. He had opened up to you about many things in his past, and from the way he talked about it, you could tell he hadn’t talked about it much with anyone else.

You found comfort in your friendship, the way he trusted you. You liked being there for him, and you were honored that he trusted you enough to open up to you. Yet it also made you uneasy that you would ruin it in some way or drive him out.

The same way your mom drove out your father.

Goddamn it don’t think about her.

The closer you got and the closer you and Bucky had gotten, the more nervous you were. That you would turn out like your mother. You were having a harder time keeping to yourself, keeping up the façade that everything was all bright in your world. You wanted to be a light for everyone.

But at some point, days turn to nights and the light gives way to the darkness.

And you weren’t sure how much time you had left before you cracked.

Bucky had started making small moves towards you, and you were trying your best to deflect them in efforts to not fall flat on your face for him. He came over Wednesday nights for a movie and take out with you, and what started as being on two opposite ends of the couch had moved to being next to each other to him having his arm wrapped around you. Sometimes you felt he was a little too close and you would either shift away or get up to grab another drink or ‘use the bathroom’.

When you came back you would make an attempt to sit a bit further away.

Sometimes when Bucky would say goodbye at the end of the night he would hug you. That was nothing new, you were both big on hugs, but lately, he had been hugging you longer or tighter, lingering a few moments longer than could be platonic. You had started ending the hugs earlier, giving him a small squeeze before pulling away.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be with Bucky. It was that you were so scared that you would drive him away, leaving you as soon as you had started calling yourself his.

Which is what brought you here. Bucky had come over for another one of your movie nights and had his arm behind the couch rather than around you. An invitation for you to curl into his side, but he wanted you to make that choice. Eventually, you had found yourself curled up with him, his arm wrapped around you, and you could feel the tension.

You wanted to move away before you found yourself in too deep, but you couldn’t resist. It had been a long day and you found comfort with Bucky. Bucky turned his face slightly towards yours, kissing the side of your temple and you felt butterflies in your stomach. Your mind told you to shift away, to not let him get too close, but you found yourself turning your head towards Bucky and he leaned forward to kiss you gently.

After a moment you broke away, emotion taking over you. “I’m sorry, Bucky, I - I can’t do this,” you said, resting your forehead against his.

“Why not?” Bucky whispered, looking into your eyes.

Because I’ll hurt you.

I’ll disappoint you.

I’ll drive you away and I can’t lose the best thing that’s happened to me.

You sighed, standing up and moving away from Bucky. You couldn’t say those things to him out loud. Not without the entire story. And you weren’t ready to share all of that with him.

Bucky stood up with you, afraid he had just ruined the friendship or whatever relationship he had with you. “Y/n, wait, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

You had already left the room and couldn’t really hear him over the sound of your thoughts.

This wasn’t supposed to happen

I wasn’t supposed to let this happen

How could I be so stupid?

You were feeling tears in your eyes and Bucky followed you, afraid of what he did. Your breathing was picking up and you had started mumbling some of these things to yourself.

“Y/n, what’s happening, what did I do?”

You shook your head “You didn’t do anything, but I need you to leave, please,” you said, trying to hide your emotions. You hated being like this.

“I’m not going anywhere y/n, just tell me what’s wrong.”

“Get the fuck out of here Bucky! I don’t want your help!” you snapped suddenly, Bucky looking taken aback before your eyes widened.

“Oh god…”

You shook your head and started crying harder, stumbling over your words. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that, I didn’t mean to yell, I’m so sorry Bucky please don’t leave I'm so sorry.”

Bucky came forward and hugged you gently and you cried into his shirt. He whispered comforting words into your ear as you tried to breathe, embarrassed at how vulnerable you were being.

Bucky kept his breathing slow and even, trying to get you to match him. He had no idea what was happening but he knew he needed you to calm down before he asked. Whatever it was had to be something deep, and you weren’t in the space to talk about it right now.

He brought you over to sit on the corner of your bed, still hugging you as you cried. You were mumbling out apology after apology but Bucky wasn’t having any of it. He kept hugging you, telling you that he wasn’t going anywhere and that you were safe. He had never seen you so upset, or upset at all to begin with.

After you had calmed down a bit, Bucky asked you again what had happened. You shook your head, not knowing what to say.

“I’ve opened up about so many things to you, right?” he pulled back to look at you.

You nodded slightly.

“And you’ve never judged me for any of it.”

You shook your head this time.

“Then why can’t you let me do the same for you?”

You took a deep breath, fiddling with your hands. “I don’t wanna hurt you,” you said, not meeting his eyes.

Bucky drew his eyebrows together, still confused. “Y/n, you’ve been the nicest person I’ve ever met. How would you hurt me?”

You were already shaking your head. “No, see, that’s what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna be nice and sweet and...and I’m gonna fall in love with you, and you’re gonna fall in love with me. A-and then I’m gonna let you down over and over again and snap at you for things that aren’t your fault and...and you’ll get sick of it and leave and I’m going to hate myself for it, okay?”

“Hey, hey, slow down,” Bucky held your shoulders as they started shaking. You brought a hand to cover your mouth, Bucky hushing you again. “What are you talking about? Where is this coming from?”

You took a shaky breath as you ran a hand over your face. “I’m just like her, Bucky. I told myself I would never let myself be like her…”

“Like who?” Bucky asked, blood already boiling at who made you feel like this.

Her.

You weren’t supposed to think about her.

You promised yourself.

“Y/n, stay with me here,” he said, guiding your face back to look at him. “Who?”

“My mother.”

Bucky looked at you for a moment. “What?”

“You know, mothers bring you into the world. They say a mother knows when something is wrong with their kid, that babies are put on their mother’s chest because the skin-to-skin contact starts the bonding process. They’re supposed to protect you, and love you, and take care of you. But then you start to get older and it’s your fault that you were born when you didn’t ask, or your dad left and it’s your fault before you even knew he was gone. All I wanted was to be told what to do and all she would do is tell me what I did wrong. I can’t be like her and the older I get the more scared I am that I’m going to hurt everyone the way that she hurt my father and me.”

You had started crying again as Bucky looked at you, both broken-hearted and furious that someone would make you feel this way. Not to mention it was your own mother.

You took another shaky breath. “I thought the world of her when I was younger. And she barely even gave me the time of day. I keep telling myself that I’m not what she thought of me, but what if I am?” you shook your head again. “And I am so scared that I’m just like her.”

“Y/n, look at me, I need you to look at me when I say this, okay?” he cupped your face with both hands, wiping away your tears with the pads of his thumbs as he looked into your eyes. “You are nothing like your mother.”

You let out a small sob. “You don’t know her.”

“I don’t need to,” he said firmly. “You are kind and gentle. You work hard and you make sure that everyone is taken care of before you even consider yourself. You aren’t going to scare me away or hurt me.” He wiped fresh tears from your eyes. “You are your own person, your mother has no say in who you get to be. Who you are. You are not your mother, and you never will be.” he said, still holding your gaze.

You held his gaze a little longer, knowing he believed what he was saying. You didn’t, not quite yet, but maybe if he believed in you, you could too. You nodded slightly, giving him the smallest of smiles. “Thank you.”

Bucky returned the small smile. “You know I love you, right?”

“I love you too,” you said, smiling.

You meant it, and you knew he did too. And maybe one day, you would love who you’d become too.

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rintarous · 4 years

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baby ➵ k. bakugou

SUMMARY | baby fever at it’s prime time. in which you take care of bakugou, who got hit with a baby quirk and realizing maybe you are ready for a family of your own

GENRE | crack, fluff

A/N | i caved cs i miss bakugo lmfao + i keep seeing those baby edits on instagram so why not do it with bakugo cs jan the bakugo stan is suddenly awake p.s i had this in my drafts for the longest time and since i have writers block atm,,, why not post it hehAHDUHAFS im a bit rusty atm so <3 be easy on me fellas HAHAHHAHAHh

it seems like even during quarantine season, bakugou couldn’t catch a break.

there was a villain on the loose with a quirk that transforms you back into your baby phase within an hour and apparently the effect lasts for 24 hours at best. when bakugou heard this on his way to the grocery store, all he could think of was why out of all times, a villain would miraculously escape.

“damn police men couldn’t even keep villains in check” bakugou tsked as he finds a good parking spot just right outside the entrance. “also damn that shitty woman for waiting til the last minute to get emergency groceries” he glares at the long list you gave him earlier today.

after filling up the whole cart and spending a shit ton of money, bakugo finally walks out of the store with several eco bags in his hands. “shit my keys” bakugo curses as he dropped them on the ground.

and right at the moment bakugou picks up his key, the said villain attacked out of no where.

screams of the innocent bystanders filled the area quickly as the villain used his quirk to anyone within 3 feet from him and to bakugo’s dismay, he was within the villain’s reach and thus, he got hit with the quirk.

“YOU WANT TO DIE?!” bakugo yells out as his explosions were going off. not wasting anymore time, bakugo sent the villain flying and knocked them out unconscious just in time as the authorities finally arrived.

“sir were you hit?” an officer interrogates him about the incident. “obviously. i already smell like baby powder!” bakugo grumbles, “now if you will excuse me, i have to get home within an hour since the effect will take place” he scurries past the officer and quickly got into his car and sped home

with the shitty traffic in his city, he barely got home in time. only managing to ring the doorbell as the quirk finally settled in, bakugo shrunk into a tiny body under his clothes.

“hello?” you greet as you opened the door to see no one. but a baby’s cry caught your attention. you looked down to see bakugo’s clothes scattered with a large eco bag beside it. “oh my god!” you exclaimed as you see baby bakugo climb its way out of bakugo’s clothes.

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you didn’t know wether to laugh or to cry at the current situation as you stared at the angry looking, blonde baby in front of you. “katsuki... what happened?” you stiffled in your laughter. bakugou starts talking but since he was in baby form, you couldn’t understand a single thing that came out of his mouth.

“hmm.. i see” you nod in fake understandment, grabbing your phone and taking a bunch of pictures and sending it to his best buddy, kirishima in the process. suddenly, bakugou’s stomach started grumbling.

“boom boom baby hungry already?” you giggled, pinching his fat cheeks before rummaging through your cupboards looking for something that was actually baby friendly. luckily there was some porridge left from a day before.

you placed the porridge in front of him as you sat back at your seat earlier, observing him. bakugou stared at the plate in front of him before smacking the spoon that came along with it. “katsuki! where are your table manners!” you scold, picking up the spoon off the floor.

bakugou’s lips start trembling which only meant one thing, he was about to cry. and if there is one thing you couldn’t stand in the whole wide world, it was the sound of babies crying.

“okay okay okay shhhh i’ll feed you” you attempt to shush baby bakugou. bakugou looks up at you with his red, fiery eyes. ‘he’s lucky he’s cute’ you thought to yourself as you sat beside him and began to spoon feed him.

“here comes the airplane katsuki~” you cooed, swirling the spoon in the air. you placed the spoon inside his tiny mouth as he began to eat happily, much to your enjoyment.

you spent the entire day hanging out with baby bakugou. just playing with him and attempting to get a decent conversation out of the baby and it was finally night time.

you managed to get him changed into something comfortable and now you were laying on your big ass bed, playing around with your baby. it was only a matter of time til he changed back to normal.

“you know katsuki, i’m kinda glad you got hit with this baby quirk” you say, as you stared at him longingly. “it’s like i’m practicing how to be a mom” you snort. “maybe i actually do want to start a family with you”

“you’d be a great dad, i’m sure of it” you continued as the baby fever starts to hit. you noticed baby bakugou wasn’t that responsive nor energetic anymore. “let’s go to sleep” you smile drowsily as you gave baby bakugou a kiss on the cheek. “goodnight baby katsuki”

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you woke up to strong arms around your waist, pulling you close to their chest. you turned around to see bakugou finally back to normal. yes, you were happy but quite frankly, you already miss having a baby around.

“hey you’re back to normal” you breathe as you wiggled around his arms. bakugou opens an eye and gives you a half assed smile. “that i am. so how was taking care of baby me?” he asked, voice still raspy.

“you were adorable, katsuki” you caress his cheeks. “i think i’m ready to start a family with you” you confess, blushing at the thought. bakugou was now more awake now. “really?” his hands slowly sliding down to your hips.

“really” you confirm, throwing your hands over his neck as you give him a long, loving kiss on the lips. bakugo pulls away first and rests his forehead against yours. “well, let’s start making one” he winks as he hovers above you.

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queenofthefallenangels · 4 years

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Think Twice Part 1

"I am going to make sure you never even think of touching my girl ever again. I am going to make sure you wish you never even met her."

Loosely based on the song “Think Twice” By Eve 6.

Seth Rollins x OC x Jon Moxley

Rated: M

Warning: some abusive themes, violence, drinking

Tag Team: @sithstatlander @xladyxfatex @writtingrose

If anyone else wants to be added to the tag permant or for this story ask is open.

As Always ENJOY

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Aria's POv~

“You don’t think this is too soon, do you?” I asked Alexa as we sat in the lunchroom break room together.

Alexa shrugged as she pushed a fork into her salad. “I mean, it wouldn’t hurt. It doesn’t have to be anything serious. It could just be you two ending up being friends. Besides, you need something to cheer you up and get you out. You have been depressed this whole time. It worries me honestly. You know that leads you right back to him.”

I sighed. She was right. Whenever I felt lonely, it was easy to back to him. I couldn’t help it. I was in love with him. He just wasn’t good for me.

~flashback a few weeks ago~

I was minding my own business, watching Netflix like any other night after work. Seth was working late on the books. It was pretty normal. I would have never expected what was going to happen next.

Seth came storming into the house. The door slammed so hard the pictures on the wall shook. I had no idea what had gotten into this time, but it wasn't good. I was too scared to even get up and ask. Not like it would have mattered because his long legs aided him to get to the living room fast. He threw his phone on the coffee table. "Is there something you want to tell me, Aria?"

I looked up at him confused. I could see the anger fueling in his eyes. The normal soft, caramel orbs were dark and harsh. It almost scared me. Anger like this I had seen before, but normally I had an idea what it was about. I moved towards the edge of the couch looking down at the phone. It was a screenshot of text messages. My text messages. "How did you get these?" I asked him. They were from my Instagram. It was a completely harmless dm. To Seth, it was more. Seth had a huge jealousy problem. He didn't like me talking to other guys thought he was always talking to other girls.

"Why does it matter how I got them? Keep going I got more screenshots."

I swiped to the side looking at more. My heart sunk. I knew I should have deleted those ones. "Seth, this one isn't what you think."

"You told Alexa, you had a plan to leave me. That I was too overbearing. Too hypocritical. I can go on." He said as he paced infront of me.

"Well, don't you think going through my texts kind of proves that. You don't trust me."

Seth groaned. "I used to, but it’s hard to with all these pictures you post on social media."

I stood up at this. "Me? Me?! Show me one picture on your page where you wear a shirt that doesn't promote the gym or is of us which by the way barely exists!"

"Why do you keep turning this around on me?!" He yelled getting closer to my face. "We are talking about you."

I held my ground getting right up in his face. "Because you do the exact same thing. Let’s go through your dms. I bet I can find tons of flirty ones of you and Becky." I still had his phone in my hands. I took it and started walking towards the bedroom. He quickly ran behind me as he yanked me back, but he wasn't fast enough. I had already seen enough. "You...you…" I couldn't get the words of my mouth as tears began to fill. The texts were beyond what I thought they were. They were dirty with pictures included. I almost couldn't believe my eyes. I was so mad, I slammed his phone against the wall. It broke into pieces against it. Seth stood there with his mouth open. He closed it glaring at me.

"What the fuck was that for!" He yelled his grip tight on me.

"You know what that was for," I said pushing him off me. I pushed him hard again making him fall back. "You motherfucker! You always make me look like a fool! Trying to pin cheating on me when looking at what you are doing! Sending your dick again. I forgave you last time, but you go and do it all again! How do you think this makes me feel!"

"You aren't any better!"

"Am I? I never ever sent someone else pictures of my naked body parts."

"We were sending pictures of our results." He said rolling his eyes. I hated it when he did this. He acted like everything I said was the stupidest thing.

"Really? I didn’t know you were working out your penis with her.” I said the sarcasm dripping as I spoke. I turned from him heading into the bedroom to grab my bag. I had one secretly stashed in case something like this happened. I hated being prepared, but with how Seth and I have always been, I couldn’t help it. This wasn’t the first time I caught him cheating and it wasn’t the first time I took him back thinking he would change. He doesn’t. I am no perfect angel in this relationship, but at least I try to make things right. He tries for a while. He makes me feel like things could be different this time, but every time, every single fucking time, I am wrong.

As soon as I come out with the bag, his eyes widened. “So you do have a bag. I thought you were just saying shit for Alexa to get off your back, but you actually have a bag.” He shook his head. “You aren’t actually going to leave.” He stated, trying to call my bluff. I wasn’t bluffing though I walked passed him hitting my arm against his shoulder. He shook his head grabbing me back. “You aren’t fucking going anywhere.”

I pulled my arm back, but his grip was too tight. “Who says? You aren’t the boss of me.”

“I say so.” He said as he pushed me against the wall. “I fucking love you, Aria.”

“Well, you got a funny way of showing it!” I screamed at him.

“God damn it,” He said punching the wall in anger. The drywall cracked under the pressure, dust hitting me. I screamed in shock as his hand went through it. He pulled his hand back as he started to realize what had just happened himself. “Aria, I am-”

I held my hand up before I pushed him off once more before I grabbed my bag and left for Alexa’s.

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I hadn’t spoken to him since. He had tried to, of course, get in contact with me. He sent over a million apology texts and flowers. Becky had even come to apologize to me. I forgave her. I really didn’t hold any ill will towards her. She had said he told her we had broken up and were just living together until I found a place to stay. She would have never if she had known the truth. I couldn’t hold her against her if I tried. She was just caught in his web. If he really wanted to be with me, he would have told her the truth.

“Maybe you are right.” I finally spoke as I pulled myself from my thoughts. “I need some fun regardless of what happens.”

Alexa smiled at me. “That’s the spirit. Now, come to my house at seven and we will get you all ready.” She said before getting up.

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I felt like the week sped by. Which was good because my nerves about this date were crazy, but also bad because I was still really nervous about the whole ordeal. It had been years since the last time I had tried to go out on a date and that was with Seth. I was sure that was going to be the last time that ever happened. Did I even want to try again just to go through it all again? Alexa was right though. Just go and have fun. What could it hurt just to go get to know somebody? It couldn't hurt right.

I was in the car sitting outside the bar we were supposed to meet at. Trying to calm my nerves. Alexa did her best to psych me up, but I could still feel the nerves pool deep down. I slowly got out of the car. I had to hold my dress down. It was so tight. Alexa had given me a small black dress that hugged every inch of my curves. I pulled my leather jacket closer to me as I felt eyes fall on me. I could tell guys were staring. I shook it off finding a seat. I pulled out my phone looking at the time. I was a bit early so I had time to try and use some alcohol to relax. I ordered a rum and coke.

"That is not all that I would have expected from a girl like you." The man in the seat nearby said when he heard my order.

I wanted to ignore him, but I couldn't help but glance where the voice had come from. I should have known a deep husky voice like that belonged to a strong-looking man. His shoulders were wide and you could see his muscles from underneath his tight leather jacket. He was fit. I could tell he worked out. No man could look like that without it. His piercing blue eyes watched me as I moved to face him. "What exactly is that supposed to mean?"

"You look like sex on the beach type of girl?" He said as he took a drink of what looked to be whiskey.

I rolled my eyes, “Looks can be deceiving.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Really? Well, why don’t you tell me, why a pretty girl like you is doing at a bar by herself on a Friday night?” He gave me a quick look up and down. “If you must know, I am waiting for a date. What are you doing here all by yourself?” I asked, crossing my arms.

“Waiting for your date to be over with,” He chuckled as he put a drink down.

“What do you mean?” I was taken aback by this response. I figured he was waiting for a date or a few friends.

"I guess you will have to wait since I think your date is here." He said gesturing as Kevin walked through the door. I had only spoken to Kevin a handful of times. He worked with Alexa and I, but he worked in a different department. I saw him for parties and other things. Alexa knew him better than I did and knew he had just gotten out of the relationship himself so maybe it would be good for us to get out. I think Alexa was just trying her hand at matchmaker.

He smiled as he walked towards me, “Hey, Aria, sorry I am a bit late. Traffic sometimes can be hard to get around.”

I smiled back at him, “It’s fine. I understand, How about we get a table?” I said as we walked towards the table. I could still feel that man’s eyes on me. I wasn’t sure what to think of him. His whole waiting thing was probably some dumb cheesy pick up line, but yet as my date went on, every time I looked over towards him. His eyes were still there. I wasn’t sure if Kevin was aware of it. He didn’t show it if he was.

The talk of the date mostly revolved around work and getting to know each other a bit better. He was a really nice guy, but I knew I wasn’t attracted to him in the slightest. It wasn’t that he was ugly or anything. He was a bit bigger built, but he was still fit in a way. He was a decent guy all around and it could have maybe worked out, at least for a second date, if it wasn’t for the man that was sitting across the way watching us. He was hiding it quite well too. If I wasn’t watching him back, I would have never noticed. He talked to other girls, but it never lasted long. He talked to people about the game on the tv.

Kevin excused himself to the bathroom when he took this chance to turn around and face me.. A smile was on his face. “So, are you enjoying the show?” I asked him

“Greatly.” He said as he took a drink. He had switched to a beer. He must have been trying to sober up a bit. “I am also glad it’s almost over.”

“How do you know that?”

He shrugged, “I just know things.”

“How about you let me know something?” He raised an eyebrow at me. “What’s your name?”

“Jon, and you?”

“Aria,” Kevin said from behind me. I bit my lip. I had no idea how this looked. Maybe it looked like an innocent conversation. I hope it did. “Can you come here?” Kevin asked. I nodded as I got up from the spot.

“I am so-” Kevin held up his hand.

“Let’s face it, Aria, we have zero chemistry. We both just agreed to do this for Alexa. How about we just end this night? You can go talk to him. I don’t want to hold you back. I know Alexa will kill me for leaving you alone, so if he turns out to be creepy just call.” I nodded smiling.

I wrapped my arms around to hug him. He hugged back.

“I am sorry it didn’t work out.”

He shrugged. “Maybe, its for the better.” He said as he let go. I gave him a quick peck of the cheek before returning to speak to Jon more.

--No POV--

Kevin sighed as he walked back towards his car. He kind of should have known Aria would have no interest in him. He honestly couldn’t blame her for wanting someone else. The date wasn’t the greatest. He still wasn’t over his ex either, so there was no way it could go good.. The whole date he just wished it was her instead of Aria. He was kind of glad that she found someone to take interest in so the night wouldn’t be a total failure. He remember Alexa mentioning that she was worried, she would run back to Seth and Seth was no good for her. Alexa really wanted to show her that there was more out there and she could find better. Hopefully that guy could help more than he did.

He walked towards his car hitting the button to find it in the parking garage. All of a sudden, a van with blacked out windows pulled up next to Kevin with two men coming out. They jumped on him almost immediately. Kevin tried his best to defend himself from the blows, but he was out number. He wasn't prepared to fight, but he would be damned if they got him. He had been a fighter before giving it up for a normal life. He was rusty but he knew he could take them. As a rush of adrenaline pushed through him, he was able to take out the two men.

He heard clapping from behind him turning around to see one of his old foes, Seth freakin Rollins. "Well, looks like you still got it in you, Kev, after all these years."

"What do you want, Seth? I told you, I wasn't coming back."

"Why? The whole reason you stopped left you." Seth pointed out as he grabbed for something in the back of the car. "That isn't why I am here. I am here, because of your little date with my girl." He said as he held a steel bat in his hands. Kevin tried not to let this scare him. He was just trying to scare him.

Kevin looked at him confused, "Both her and Alexa said she was single." He knew somewhat of their relationship. Not enough to think this would happen.

Seth didn't respond to this statement. "I got a question though. Was she not good enough for you to at least walk her to her car? Make sure she got there okay? There are a lot of creepers out there. It would be a shame if something happened to her.”

Kevin scoffed. “You wouldn’t hurt her besides I didn’t leave her by herself. She met a guy she seemed to like at the bar.” Seth’s eyes widened. He pulled the steel pipe back and smacked Kevin hard in the stomach. “What the fuck?!” He yelled as he fell to his knees.

“You just left her with some guy! Who knows what kind of scum you could have left her with.”

Kevin groaned, “She seemed to like him. He didn’t look like a bad guy. I mean she dated a guy who hits people with pipes. What could be worse?” Seth hit him again this time in the arm.

“Akam! Rezar!” He yelled at the two men. They stood up and grabbed Kevin standing him up so he couldn’t move as Seth gave another blow to his stomach. “Now what did this man look like?”

“Fuck,” Kevin groaned in pain. “He was just a guy with reddish brown short hair and a beard. He looked like any ordinary bar guy. I heard him tell her his name was Jon. He didn’t say a last name.”

“Get him out of my sight.” Seth growled as he handed the pipe to Rezar.

“Wait, no what?!” Kevin screamed as the men took him into the van. Seth walked off pulling out his phone. He dialed the number fast. “Murphy! Send me a picture of the guy Aria is talking to in that bar. He hung up the phone. It wasn’t long before the picture appeared on his screen. Seth could feel anger burn inside him as he looked at the image. He tightened his fist as he looked to the sky. “Ambrose.”

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ivyglow · 4 years

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trouble, thunder, and tears - Tyson Jost CO

Author notes: Hope you guys like it. Tell me if there are some grammar mistakes so I can correct, requests are open and feedback is always appreciated!

Word count: 1.322 (I swear I tried to do it small, but I *always* get carried away).

Request/prompt: Could you write some fluff with Tyson Jost based on 14? (“I had a nightmare about you, and I wanted to make sure you were alright”)

It was a typical Tuesday late afternoon to y/n. Closing the small library she worked at, gathering her college stuff and heading home to a warm bath, some notes about her essays and eventually a call from her boyfriend who had a schedule as busy as hers. However thanks to an unexpected heavy rain that night (which y/n refuses to call Storm) the library was closed early, so it would probably be a day - or night- off if it wasn’t for the weather inducing traffic in her way home.

When y/n got home it was almost the same time, as usual, she sent a text to Tyson wanting to know if he was done with the practice that night and ate dinner in the living room with her two roommates (Katharin and Lauren). Kate was an English grad student while Lauren was into the political science field the main reason why that night they were watching the channel news.

“Ty didn’t answer my text yet...actually he didn’t even receive it” y/n stated while chewing her lasagna.

“My wi-fi isn’t working very well...odd. Yours is working?” was Kate’s turn to speak.

Lauren rolled her eyes playfully.

“Ty is probably still at the rink and we need to pay de internet bill, maybe that’s the reason why it’s not working…”

“But it’s almost eleven” “I paid the bill yesterday” y/n and Kate spoke at the same time and when Lauren was about to answer the room went bright and then dark. The TV clicking off just like the light and the heater.

“Fuck, this rain is getting worse than I thought” Kate sighs.

Without so many distractions and tired enough y/n ends up napping in her couch, woking up only to the faint sound of thunder and remains of a nightmare with her boyfriend.

Kate and Lauren are still in the living room, but talking about some book they were reading, the power was still off.

“I’m gonna try to call Ty” y/n stands up.

She did, in fact, more than ten times, and she was getting no answer from his phone, nothing on his Instagram account and his teammates’. Lauren suggested calling Gabriel since he was most likely to be with Ty if eventually, they went to celebrate something - which was impossible since the city was chaotic, actually, by the time the clock points the city was empty. Slippery road, lots of lightning strikes and most of the malls already closed-.

She tried four times before Gabe answers.

“Gabriel?! It’s y/n, sorry for the time, you’re with Tyson?”

“Hey, y/n. I’m at home, actually, we got out of practice early today...the heavy rain you know...he’s probably at home.”

“oh...what time practice was over?”

“I guess it was before eight.”

“I’ve been calling him for an hour and he doesn’t get my texts…” she sighs receiving a worried look of her two friends.

“Let me try and I’ll text you if he answers me, maybe it’s the power...I mean, some houses around went off from power because of the rain.”

“Yeah, maybe...please text me if you reach him, and send kisses to Melissa”

She hung up and takes a deep breath.

“I’m worried, guys”

It’s only twenty minutes before she got a text from Gabriel telling that Tyson didn’t answer him as well, so he suggested that maybe he was without power too or stayed long at the rink since he was the last one to shower.

“It’s past midnight...I’m going to his home, maybe he fell from the stairs or...I don’t know, maybe he is needing me. I’m gonna make his usual way home, pass in front of the Ice Center, so if his car broke or...something I’ll be able to help” she states firmly. By the tone of her voice and the way her brows were furrowed her friends knew that she was decided to do it and nobody would be able to stop her.

“But y/n the rain still falling heavily and it’s not the best decision to drive at this wheater especially almost midnight!” Lauren tried to reason.

“I’m not gonna sit here and pretend everything is okay while my boyfriend is not giving a damn sign of life!”

Kate knew it was irrelevant to try to convince her friend to wait, also she comprehends her worry and chooses to have her back.

“Ok, fine, you go, but we’re gonna keep location on so we’re able to see if everything is alright and don’t lose track of you.”

“I love you!” she smiles while running to the door only to slip her shoes and hoodie on.

Y/n started the car and the girls were right, it was almost impossible to drive without worrying with something less than a meter of distance from the car glass. It was horrible to see through the heavy drops of rain, but she kept going, stopping in front of the Ice Center only to make sure that it was already closed. Y/n completed the route to Tyson’s house in record time considering the circumstances. She ran from her car to his door and ring the bell multiple times while the silence around the streets almost swallows her.

“Y/n?!” the door open showing a smashed face Tyson Jost, the bastard was probably sleeping while the fuck*ng world was ending.

“Thank god you’re ok! I was so worried!!” she groans taking another deep breath and coughing lightly with the cold outside air. “Why didn’t you answer your damn phone, Jost?!”

Before he could say something she was hugging him close, her heartbeat a mess just like her hair and her clothes wet because of the jog from the car to his door.

“You called?!” he arches his brows. “I’m so sorry, babe. Here, let’s get inside and change those clothes or else you’re gonna be sick”

She huffs but follows him stipping and ending up in his bedroom with one of her sleep shorts and a hoodie of his, the towel hanging around her neck preventing the strands of hair from trickling in the ground.

“I went to the library to get you home because of the rain, but it was already closed and then I headed home, but there was this car accident of something in the road and it took me more than expected to get home. I was about to call when my power went off and my phone died, so I ended up sleeping, I’m so sorry, babe”

Y/n sighs shaking her head, but Tyson was able to see her eyes shed some tears.

“Hey, hey, what’s up?”

“I had a nightmare about you, and I wanted to make sure you were alright” he reaches for her body bringing his girl to his lap while rubbing her back. “I was so worried, I thought you got into a car crash or were hit by lightning!”

“You wanna talk about this nightmare?” Tyson asks softly backing up just enough to look into her eyes.

Y/n shakes her head no.

“It’s okay. It was really dangerous for you to drive here in this weather and…”

“You would’ve done the same, shut up” she rolls her eyes and he smiles at her demeanor.

“You’re right, I would”

y/n rests her head in the crock of Tyson’s neck and feels his beard trickle a little her cheeks. She was missing him so much, his scent, his voice, his hair...their busy schedules were not helping, maybe every day’s rush was part of the reason for the nightmare.

She was almost sleeping when he throws the blanket in their bodies and just when a rumble of thunder strikes she hear his voice whispering "I love you” and so y/n knew that this time no nightmare was going to happen.

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reachfortheskiespeeps · 4 years

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The Meeting

FANFICTION BY: ''You know who you are ; ))'' AU: #actorAU PAIRING: MIKHAIL x ARCHER (aka HS!AU Adult Emilio's actor and HS!AU Adult Abel's actor)

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((A/N: I ended up writing this before the one I initially thought to do, I swear this is much tamer than the other 😂 Sorry to disappoint, no spicy scenes, maybe next time XD Thank you Eszii for your spicy art, I just about burst into flames from it 💞

It’s this ship again, Mikhail x Archer, bc I am currently in love with them. I don’t think I’ll get over them for a while. I wanna write about them going through classic shoujo tropes, like, idk, beach episode? xmas episode? kabedon? ‘A got sick so B took care of A’? Gimme ideas y'all. I wanna keep writing while I have the motivation to do so, since I’ve had a dry spell for a year now 😂

One thing to note before getting started, Idk how to phrase it, but basically this fic is not in chronological order–but also yes bc it’s in the order i wrote it–I hope it’s not too confusing. Aight happy reading!))

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Mikhail loves leaving butterfly kisses and hickeys all over Archer’s soft and fair body. He has his favorite areas, which are evident from how many and how deep they are, so Archer can’t even look at his reflection without blushing. Mikhail likes the sight of his lover covered in marks he made, knowing it was he who made them. While he does want to make it known that Archer is his, he doesn’t cause trouble by leaving marks on areas impossible to cover. On days when Archer isn’t busy, Mikhail is given free reign to kiss wherever he wished. He doesn’t want Archer getting hurt, so he rarely makes blatant bite marks, and the only times he did that was because Archer was being naughty and had to be taught a 'lesson’. (Although Archer didn’t seem very hurt by them, and instead….)

Archer, on the other hand, likes biting Mikhail’s hard body. He bites, he scratches, he licks. He did it the first time because he was being pouty and petty–it’s tough being the receiver ya know? And Mikhail just lets him because he’s cute and it’s kinda hot to feel his fangs sinking in like that. But then Archer got used to doing it and eventually did it because Archer noticed that Mikhail seemed to like being bitten (by none other than him, of course). He once caught Mikhail looking at his body on the mirror with a happy little tug on the corner of his lips, looking very much like a content Big Bad Wolf. Archer could almost see an imaginary tail wagging. He loves Mikhail’s body for all its glory and imperfections, even if the man himself didn’t, so leaving those marks on him was one of Archer’s many ways to show affection.

So one day when Mikhail shows up to work without bothering to cover up (it wasn’t noticeable anyway, his dark skin, tattoos and intimidating aura was enough for people not to look long enough to notice anything), Logan, who was beside Mikhail getting prepared for a scene, saw a small portion of scratch marks on his chest, the rest hidden by the v-neck shirt Mikhail wore.

And before he could stop his mouth, Logan found himself asking, “You have a cat, Mikhail?” Yuki, who was in the room with them too, looked up from reading his script upon hearing the brave attempt of Logan to converse with Mikhail. He didn’t join them, but he sat there, just listening in on their conversation. He didn’t have the guts that Logan had, but he was still interested to see how their conversation would go.

Mikhail looked at him–it was an ordinary glance but Logan still almost flinched. “Oh?”

'It was a gentler reply than I expected,’ Yuki thought. 'He is in a good mood?’

Logan seemed to think that as well, so he carried on the conversation. “Since when did you have it? Did you get it vaccinated yet? Some cats are just really playful, they don’t mean to be naughty, so it’s better to be patient and discipline them when–”

“Why do you think I have a cat?” Mikhail interrupted.

“Hm? Ah, I saw the scratch on your chest. What does your cat look like, by the way?”

Mikhail thought about it before he answered. “Pretty, soft, round, and pure white, got some claws, but never intends to hurt me. It’s cute.”

“And the eyes?” Logan eagerly asked.

“Hypnotic.” Mikhail unconsciously smiled, though Logan didn’t seem to notice, too happy to talk to the man in a pleasant manner. “Makes the cutest sounds too.”

But Yuki did.

“You must really love your cat huh?” Logan, as well as the silent Yuki, was surprised to know that Mikhail had a soft side. Well, not so surprised. He’s only ever truly obedient to Archer, whether the two of them noticed it or not.

Mikhail thought back to the man resting at home. Archer’s next scene was scheduled for tomorrow, so he had enough time to recover the energy he lost.

Mikhail played with his 'cat’ a bit too much last night. His clothes hid the many marks all over his chest and back made by his oh so cute little cat who grew resentful of Mikhail’s stamina, yet still unable to withstand mewling to his irresistible charm.

With a mischievous smile, Mikhail said, “I do.”

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Bonus:

After the shoot, in the shower rooms.

Yuki’s reaction when he saw Mikhail’s back: やっぱりね~ [Yappari ne~] Not a ネコ [neko], but a こいびと [koibito]…. Well, maybe both.

((A/N: Fun fact, neko in Japanese slang can also mean the “bottom” in a relationship. The more you know~

Can you guys recommend some sexy songs? I need background music for when I write stuff like this lol))

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The first time Mikhail 'met’ Archer, it was on the radio. He was in his car, driving alone to a destination that no upright citizen should have any business with. He wasn’t in a good mood. Everything ticked him off–the traffic that he’d already passed, the voices on the radio who thought they were being funny, the sun blazing high up in the cloudless sky. He turned the radio off because it was annoying, but the goddamn silence left him with too much space to think. He needed a distraction. So he turned it back on and chose a random station.

“–by Archer Charles,” after the introduction, a pleasant-sounding voice thanked and began to sing live.

When Mikhail heard that voice, he sharply inhaled through his nose, his slightly dry lips parting.

Mikhail was not very good at describing. He could only say what he felt upon listening to Archer’s voice. Mikhail, who had been irate, was awestruck. He had never heard a voice so…. erotic. It’s not that the song itself was sexy or whatever, but there was something about that voice that made him….

'Ah.’

“Damn.” Mikhail cursed when he looked down to check his pants. “Almost.”

Mikhail heaved a deep breath to calm himself down.

'Charles Archer, was it?’

Ever since then, he became a fan of Archer. He kept this interest a secret from his colleagues; he didn’t want to hear their ribbing. He supported the singer the best he could and eventually, an opportunity arised for him to meet Archer at last.

He took a day off and even disguised himself to look as normal and harmless as possible for a man of his stature. Of course, he got his hands on a backstage pass. It wasn’t difficult to get for someone like him. He asked the staff if it was possible for him to meet the singer before the concert, because despite having taken a day off for today, Mikhail was concerned he would have to cut his holiday short. What if there was an emergency at work halfway through the concert? No, he’ll make use of this backstage pass, he would make sure he wouldn’t leave this place without meeting Archer.

At least, that’s what he thought before hearing his voice.

They were separated by the door he was about to open, but he could clearly hear an angel from behind this flimsy slab of wood. Mikhail knew from Archer’s instagram story yesterday that he was singing a song from an animated movie he just watched and he really loved it. Archer sung the song slowly, gently, as if lulling a child to sleep, and yet it did not lose its cheer.

“I’ll swim and sail on savage seas With never a fear of drowning And gladly ride the waves of life If you would marry me,

"No scorching sun nor freezing cold Will stop me on my journey If you will promise me your heart And love me for eternity,”

Oh. Oh. Mikhail covered his mouth with his hand, feeling the blood rush to his cheeks. The staff were buzzing around in preparation for the concert, but all he could hear was Archer’s voice.

“I have no use for rings of gold I care not for your poetry I only want your hand to hold I only want you near me,”

His hands were trembling–from what, he wasn’t sure. It was as if he had no control over his body. He felt parched, but at the same time, while listening to Archer, he felt so good. The best ever, after all these years. Like he was floating, higher and higher, Archer leading him by the hands, and Mikhail did not feel a shred of fear of falling.

“To love and kiss to sweetly hold For the dancing and the dreaming Through all life’s sorrows and delights I’ll keep your laugh beside me,

"I’ll swim and sail on savage seas With never a fear of drowning I’d gladly ride the waves so white If you will marry me!”

The heart he thought that had gone cold was reminding Mikhail of its presence when he heard the loud beating, as if his heart were right next his ears. His body seemed to throb achingly along with every beat.

Mikhail was brought back to earth when he felt the vibrating of his phone. It was the right decision to use the backstage pass early. He had to go back now.

'Meeting Archer will have to be moved. Again.’ Mikhail thought, changing out of the disguise in his car.

He was pissed that his work disturbed his time with Archer. Mikhail knew that after today, it wouldn’t be enough for him to just listen to his voice from a recording. He was being greedy, he knew, but he couldn’t help himself. After hearing his voice in real life, after almost seeing those mesmerizing scarlet eyes for himself, after being so close to meeting the reason he’s been sleeping well these past few months,

How could it be held against him to want more?

Mikhail had been mulling over this for a long time, but now he finally had the resolve to do so. He had enough power, he could do it.

Mikhail wanted to be with Archer.

But first, he had to go to Archer’s world.

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“I only want one person to play Abel.” Mikhail demanded.

The director raised an eyebrow, meeting Mikhail’s glare with a steady gaze. “I chose you because you’re a perfect fit for the role of Emilio, even though you’re a complete rookie.” Milo went back to looking at applicants for the role. “You’re in no place to make demands.” Milo retorted, disregarding the fact that Mikhail was the drama’s biggest sponsor. From the short time he’s known the man, he knew Mikhail wasn’t so unreasonable that he thought the world should bow to his whims because of money. However, he did have no qualms in using to his advantage the fear of people towards him due to the rumors of his ties to a gang.

“Archer. Archer Charles.” Mikhail took a drag of his cigarette, rudely blowing smoke to Milo’s direction, although they were on either ends of a long table so Milo didn’t mind.

Milo paused. The name that Mikhail said just so happened to be the one he was currently looking at. 'He looks…. good. A singer? Hmm.’ Archer was the one who had everything Milo was looking for in Abel. But he didn’t want to indulge that brat. He wouldn’t admit out loud that the one Mikhail recommended looked fit for the role.

“We’ll see in the auditions,” is what Milo finally said. “let them all act out a scene with you. The chosen actor for Abel should have good chemistry with Emilio’s actor.”

In contrast to what Milo predicted, Mikhail’s eyes gleamed, a slight smirk on his lips as he scoffed, “Chemistry? I’ll show you chemistry. Careful not to burn your pretty boy face,”

Milo smiled sweetly. “My my, how thoughtful of you.”

Mikhail held his cigarette in one hand, using the other to flip the director off. Milo mentally laughed at his juvenile response.

After three candidates, it was finally Archer’s turn. From the moment he entered the room, he brought with him a soothing aura and such a genuine smile that they couldn’t help but return the smile, easing the atmosphere in the room. From the corner of his eyes, Milo knew that Mikhail’s gaze never left the singer.

“You’re not being very subtle, you know?” Milo teased lowly.

“Mind your own damn business, pretty boy.” Mikhail would have snarled, but his eyes were still trained on the angelic singer in front of them, and he didn’t seem to be capable of showing a bad face in the presence of Abel. There was no way Archer couldn’t notice it, so Milo admired the way Archer didn’t seem to mind. That in itself already won him plus points; despite Mikhail’s unconcealed disinterest, the other candidates were still visibly nervous because of him. Regardless of what Archer thought of Mikhail, he didn’t outwardly show it.

Milo asked them to do two scenes–the first was a very short, simple scene compared to the others: Emilio coming home after two days and Abel comforting his touch-starved husband.

The scriptwriter was already losing her mind, soundlessly slapping the producer beside her. She spoke in a tone that was between a whisper and a squeal, “Oh my god, oh my god. They’re so perf I cannot even. They’re like, they’re like, so good together. Archer looks so soft and warm and white like rice, Mikhail is a mouth-watering dish, and together they make a complete meal!”

The second scene was not so innocent. To see how well they’d work together ad lib, they were not given any lines, just a scenario.

Abel in heat, in need of his alpha.

The judges watched, engrossed in the scene played out by the two. Archer’s wet, glassy eyes, flushed cheeks, panting and whimpering as he stared up at Mikhail, wordlessly pleading to be held. Mikhail, rigid for all but three seconds, scooped him into his arms, his unveiled desire lacing his husky voice and the almost feral look in his eyes. “I got you, babe.”

Archer went limp in his embrace, letting his whole weight be carried by Mikhail, arms reaching up to hug his neck. He rubbed his cheek against Mikhail’s neck, bare skin on bare skin, and let the words breathily escape from his mouth: “Please, dear, please, hmmm….”

At this point, the scriptwriter couldn’t hold her shrieking anymore, and so the spell was broken; Archer moved five steps away from Mikhail, who looked terribly displeased at the disturbance. “You got it! Oh honey, you’re perfect!” She stood up from her seat and enthusiastically gushed about the chemistry between the two.

The producer tugged her sleeve and reminded, “We have yet to discuss it together, keep your crazy down.” It is notable though, that the producer did not refute her words.

“Fine, let’s talk about it now. What does director think?” she turned to ask Milo.

Milo didn’t reply to her. Instead, he looked at Archer with a welcoming smile. “We start shooting next month, please call your manager in and we’ll discuss in more detail.”

The moment the cameras were rolling–no, even if they were off, sparks would still fly, that much the judges could tell. They were so perfect for the roles, they even pulled off not being cringy or awkward despite being relatively new to the acting business. It was because they complemented each other, both as themselves and the characters they portray.

Granted, Mikhail played favorites and didn’t do his best with the others trying out for the role, but what he had with Archer…. was unique. Together they were like a flame. They made anyone watching them feel like moths unable to look away from the bright and warm light, and anyone who gets too close will burn. Milo knew he struck gold with these two.

Milo looked at the innocent Archer and the devilish Mikhail. 'Poor kid. He’s not letting you go.’ Milo mentally smiled mischievously. 'Oh well, this will be fun to watch.’

—–

Bonus:

Archer, alone in a room: w h y, he was so cool, I was so flustered I couldn’t even look him in the eye, I’m so lame aaaaaahhhhh

—–

“I love it when you sing for me,” Mikhail says, his fingers tracing random patterns on his wife’s chest. “Even better when I make you sing.”

Archer shot an amused glance at his fiance, catching the man’s wandering hand on his chest because it was starting to tickle and make him shiver, and he was not about to be led into another round. Archer is determined to stand his ground this time, not to be affected by Mikhail’s seduction. It was his own stubbornness really, because it was so frustrating that he was the only one who always got flustered and unraveled.

But he has yet to learn his lesson, since he naively asked, “What’s the difference?”

Mikhail softly nips at Archer’s exposed collarbone, and Archer all but melts into a puddle when his irritatingly charming husband-to-be whispers, Mikhail’s lips against the helix of his ear: “Let’s find out, hm?”

Archer thinks to himself, 'Whatever, it’s not like he’s bad at it.’ When Archer has these kinds of thoughts, he feels even more embarrassed, and takes it out on Mikhail, the bad influence, by biting whatever part of his body Archer can reach at the moment.

And years after, as Archer reads a book on the large sofa while Mikhail naps with his head on Archer’s thicc lap, he realizes something about his husband.

Mikhail had the power to make Archer’s knees tremble in the most delightful way. He could make Archer reach the limits of his vocal range as they exercised. He could crumble Archer with a single, rare smile–a genuine smile, not a teasing grin or a provocative smirk, not that they don’t make him feel butterflies all the same.

But Archer, it belatedly dawned on him who made Mikhail that way. Archer roused the fire in Mikhail, made it hungry for him, made it want him. Archer didn’t just see it–he heard it, he felt it. Everyday, Mikhail would kiss him. He was not shy to say 'I love you’ contrary to everyone else’s expectations; he would hug Archer’s waist, bury his head on the crook of Archer’s neck, and mutter, 'I missed you’ or 'Come home soon’ when either of them became bogged with a packed schedule. Archer didn’t even know if Mikhail was conscious that he makes puppy dog eyes when doing those gestures.

Archer makes Mikhail melt.

He was notorious in the industry for the rumors of his ties to the yakuza, and it didn’t help that he looked the part and always answered ambiguously when asked. There was no media coverage about their tying the knot, perhaps thanks to Mikhail’s interference, but the people in their industry know. Most, who have never seen or worked with them together, didn’t believe it would last. They had even been worried about Archer getting hurt.

Hurt? By this defenseless, naughty, loving man?

Archer’s nails dug into the skin of his hands and assured them that his husband was not that kind of man. He smiled, but deep inside he was angry. Angry at them, but also at himself. Because once upon a time, he was scared of Mikhail too. Scared of him because of the rumors, scared of him because of his daunting build, scared of how easily Mikhail could break him, scared of how, despite all that, Mikhail was still so attractive in his eyes.

But Mikhail was gentle. Yes he was teasing and lewd, but he was always so sweet, so caring. Mikhail would cup his hands on Archer’s cheeks, staring in entertainment at how he made him blush, then kiss his pouting lips several times. And then, Mikhail would smile. His eyes curved, whatever harshness on his face melted away.

Archer still remembers the day he said yes.

Mikhail had never looked as nervous, then dumbfounded, then jubilant in a span of a minute. Mikhail grabbed him into a hug and spun him around, bursting with an unrestrained, happy laugh. If others saw Mikhail then, they would probably be weirded out and think he’s on some sort of drugs. He was never so positively expressive outside of acting out his role, and even then, most of them were directed at Archer. For Archer, it wasn’t strange at all. Mikhail slowly opens up to him for each day they are together, in the more frequent smiles, in the stories of his tattoos and the scars underneath. He knew Mikhail was only like that in front of him, and he felt so childish for feeling proud of it.

Mikhail put him back on his feet, arms still around his waist. They were forehead to forehead, eyes focused on the other pair, and Mikhail swore, “I’ll be good to you forever,”

Archer smiled. He had half the mind to think, 'Oh, he was a forever man. Such a romantic.’ He said, “I know. I’ll be good to you forever too,”

Archer ingrained in his memories the look of absolute joy and love on Mikhail.

Mikhail stirred from his nap. “Um…. hey.” the man blinked a couple of times. “Did you eat yet? Sorry, just wake me up next time.”

“It’s too early to eat, dear, it’s only been an hour. You came home in the morning, you should catch up on your sleep.” Mikhail always rushed home after an out of town job, unmindful of the jetlag and exhaustion that would follow.

“Yeah,” there was still sleep in Mikhail’s tone. Archer knew he would go back to sleep if he just closed his eyes.

“Why don’t you close your eyes?” At this point in their relationship, Archer was aware that Mikhail liked being spoiled, and he liked it even more when he could flirt like this with Archer.

“I want my goodnight kiss.” Mikhail said righteously.

Archer chuckled and bent down to place a chaste kiss on his husband’s lips.

He put a hand on Mikhail’s forehead, brushing away the stray strands of hair. “There, now go to sleep, dear.”

Mikhail hummed, evidently pleased, and obediently followed his wife’s demand.

As for whether Archer stole a kiss from his handsome sleeping husband, and whether Mikhail was actually asleep, that would be a secret they’d keep to themselves.

——

((A/N:

Q: If Mikhail is so tired since he rushed home, why are they resting on the sofa? Isn’t the bed more comfy?

A: The bed is broken. They have yet to buy a new bed because Abel wants Mikhail to learn to be more restrained. Mikhail is okay with it, since this time, he is thinking of testing the durability of the sofa, the table, the bathtub….))

Bonus:

Preparing for the wedding.

Archer: Dear, do you think I should wear a suit, or a gown?

Mikhail: Doesn’t matter.

Archer: ( • ^ • ) ?

Mikhail: I’ll be taking it off anway. ( =-= ) ✧

Archer: *sighs* I should’ve known. (〃 - 〃)

Mikhail: Wear whatever’s comfortable for you. You look beautiful in anything, even in nothing. Especially in nothing.

Archer: Mikhail! (⁄ ⁄>⁄ꇴ⁄<⁄ ⁄) … . *whispers* You too.

#aaumikhail #aauarcher

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living ultralife (Branjie) - Holzmanns

A/N: This fic uses male pronouns for Brooke and female pronouns for Vanessa for ease of reading more than anything else, though it is still a M/M fic. Thank you all so, so much for feedback on my last fic, I appreciate it more than you know.

6:03 pm | Jose: Get your ass over here!!

6:04 pm | Brock: Miss me already? It’s only been two weeks.

6:05 pm | Jose: Shut up, you miss me too. And it’s two weeks too long lol

6:05 pm | Brock: You’re not wrong about that.

6:06 pm | Jose: Which one??

6:07 pm | Brock: Both. Wednesday can’t come fast enough.

Brooke smiles at his phone, before placing it down gently on the table. He grabs his lash glue to put the final touches on his makeup. He’s ready almost an hour before his call time for the Saturday night gig, discipline from years of ballet touring rendering him unable to leave preparations to the last minute.

The local queens bustle around him in the communal dressing room in various states of undress, tugging on pairs upon pairs of tights and bantering over his head with one another. They’re all friendly enough to him - they are in every bar - but he knows that most of them are regarding him with a wary eye. He can’t blame them; he used to be one of them too – watching the RuGirls swoop in for gigs and electrify the crowd while wondering how on earth they made the cut for the show, what they had that he hadn’t.

He’s reached the goal that he’s been striving for for the past four years after auditioning over and over again, finally hearing “Congratulations, you’re on season 11” over a crackly phone call from a producer who probably knew exactly how much he just changed his life. Brooke is now one of the so-called lucky ones who fly around the country for gigs in every city and town, living out of a suitcase and catching up on sleep in airport departure lounges. Brooke’s grateful: aware of his luck and the novelty of people knowing his name before he even has to introduce himself. How his career opportunities have skyrocketed.

The nomadic lifestyle, however, leaves things to be desired. He misses his cats. They’re safe; he’s lucky to have friends in Nashville with no hesitation about taking them in while he’s away, but he misses their purring when he’d wake up in the mornings and the way they’d always try to grab a bite of his food.

Brooke also misses Vanessa.

It had been nice, after filming was over. They had felt like they had all the time in the world, with no cameras being shoved in their faces and no wayward producers dragging them over to film confessionals about the other. The months had been filled with visits upon visits to LA, Vanessa coming to Nashville (he showed her all of his favourite things in the city and introduced her to all of his favourite people and she truly, truly became a part of him), and a trip to Toronto where he showed her a past that not many others had been privy to.

The cast announcement had changed things. His Instagram followers shot up at the speed of light, his manager suddenly juggling requests for interviews and bookings across the country. It’s why they decided to take a break, knowing that they wouldn’t be able to keep their relationship the way it had been over the past, blissful six months after filming.

Vanessa is used to the grind from the previous season, after all, but it’s new for Brooke. It would only be wise to focus on their careers when the window of opportunity was the biggest as their season aired. Or at least, that’s what they had told themselves a few months prior. It didn’t last.

They had both pined for longer than either of them wanted to admit, avoiding talking about their feelings and how much they missed each other. And then he had gotten a drunken FaceTime call from Vanessa, punctuated with I’m sorry and can we please try again p l e a s e (the only parts he still remembers from the conversation, his heart had been beating too loud to hear the rest) and everything had changed.

It has been okay so far, pretty much how Brooke had expected it to be. He misses her just the same as he did when they took a break, still feels her absence and a tug in his chest every time he thinks about her, but now he can talk to her again. They’re not absurdly avoiding each other in the way that they had started to when neither of them wanted to say how they felt about the situation.

His phone dings with another message from Vanessa, a mirror selfie before she begins to paint for her own gig later in the evening. Brooke can’t help the smile on his face as he sends her a string of emojis in reply (something he never used to use in his texts before her).

Vanessa is one time zone and two flights away from Brooke, in LA for a week while he’s in Edmonton. Or is it Calgary? The cities are already beginning to blend together for him, despite touring only for a few months.

He hosted the viewing party at Roscoe’s stone cold sober a few days prior so that he could hold things back and be intentionally vague – unlike drunk him, who spilled too much information at all the wrong times. He told the crowd that he wasn’t going to see her for a few weeks, which isn’t quite a lie. He really is going to see her in three weeks – except, he’s also going to see her way before that, too.

Brooke has a flight booked for Nashville the next day, to decompress for a few days at home and to switch out both boy and drag outfits before travelling again. His plan after that is to fly to LA on Wednesday for a gig, and more importantly to see her. He’s been counting down the days (now four to go) until LA for the last week and wonders why on earth he’s planned on stopping in Nashville in the first place.

The idea comes to him as he’s gluing down his lace. Why does he have to stop in Nashville?

He texts Courtney, his part-time assistant and full-time friend, to ask if there was maybe, possibly, some way he could switch his flight. He braces for her reply.

She calls him back in a matter of seconds. “You want to what?!”

“I know, I know! It’s last minute-“

“Yeah, no shit-“

“I just have some things to do in LA, that’s all.”

Brooke can hear Courtney’s snort on the other end of the line. “Oh, I know exactly what you want to do. Or who.”

“Shut up.” He hangs up the phone grinning, knowing that despite her teasing she’ll try to work something out.

The rational part of his brain is wondering about flight ticket cancellation fees, ungodly layovers, and being stuck with his current clothes for another few weeks, but the rambling thoughts are being overshadowed by the idea of seeing Vanessa earlier than planned. Should he surprise her? Should he call her now? God, he’s tempted, he wants to hear her reaction to the idea right this second.

He decides against it. He’d rather see that reaction in person.

Courtney pulls through as she always does, cancelling his Nashville ticket and instead managing to book him on a flight to LA for early Sunday morning by the time his gig is over for the night.

“You have to head to the airport in three hours,” she says. “You won’t get any sleep but it was the only one with seats still available. You’re welcome.”

Brooke is practically giddy when going through the security lines, despite the early hour and disgruntled travellers around him. He sends Vanessa a good morning text as he boards, knowing she won’t read it until she wakes up in another few hours, but wanting to message her before he’s in the air nonetheless.

Brooke is used to plane rides. He takes Xanax for the long ones, and sleeps or watches Netflix for the rest. His current three and a half hour journey to LA, while shorter and spread over two flights, feels endless in comparison. His leg bounces up and down and he’s drawn a glare from his seatmate once already.

The Uber from the airport to Vanessa’s place feels just as long. The LA traffic makes him feel as if he could walk through the gridlock and still get there faster. The lack of sleep is catching up to him and his head falls slack against the car window more than once.

His exhaustion fades when he finally, finally reaches her apartment. The Uber driver is nice, taking pity on Brooke and helping him bring his suitcases to the building’s elevator. He lugs his bags to Vanessa’s front door on his own, and has to catch his breath ever so slightly before knocking.

“Coming, coming!”

Brooke can hear her gravelly voice on the other side getting closer, and he is unable to suppress his grin when it is followed by the sound of tripping and a slight oof.

“Damn I need to clean, now who the fuck is knocking so early on a Sunday-“

The door swings open and he’s face to face with Vanessa, whose bleary eyes size him up and take a second to register-

“What are you doing here!” Her hug is crushing his ribs and he doesn’t care, he’s here and she’s here and in his arms and all the travelling was worth it. “I’m so happy, what the hell Brock, come here.“

She pulls him down for a kiss, one that doesn’t last long because their grins get in the way. When they pull back Vanessa’s eyes are sparkling and she runs her hands over his arms, his chest, his cheek, his hair, like she can’t believe that he’s standing in front of her. In all honesty, neither can he.

“Surprise?” Brooke offers, and Vanessa cracks up, pulling him in for another hug. He swears that he hears a contented sigh when he kisses the top of her head.

“What happened to stopping in Nashville for a few days?”

The hug and his jacket muffle her voice. He shrugs, as much as he can in their current position.

“I couldn’t wait until Wednesday.”

It’s the truth. How could he when they both have days off? All time that he can spend with her. He feels like he’d be able to be in her company forever and not tire of it, never wanting to stop hearing her laugh and ramblings and everything else that comes out of her mouth. He doesn’t ever want to stop being able to pull her close and hug her and kiss her, being able to relish in the feeling of how perfectly they fit together.

After all, he’s tried once. They’ve tried once. It didn’t work. He never wants to try it again.

“You look beat,” she says when she looks up at him, her own sleepy eyes roaming over his face.

Brooke can feel the exhaustion of the journey starting to hit his system now that he’s made it, now that he’s with her.

“My flight was at five.”

She shakes her head incredulously. “When did you plan this?”

“…Last night.”

“You’re absolutely batshit, you know that? I love it.” Vanessa reaches on her tiptoes to place a kiss on his cheek when he protests that statement, then tugs on his hand. “C’mon.”

She helps him bring his suitcases inside. Brooke closes the door, then tilts her face up with two fingers under her chin. His lips are on hers and his heart is going to burst. He feels like he’s home and it’s like he never left, like he has forever to go with her.

Vanessa tugs the jacket off of Brooke’s shoulders, leaving it on top of the pile of suitcases. She grabs his hand and pulls him to her room, which is now becoming as familiar to him as his own. He has a nook for his clothes in her closet, a toothbrush by the sink and he never thought that he’d have this, that he’d want this but it feels so right and perfect. She’s right and perfect.

She goes to her dresser and tosses him a pair of shorts that he gratefully changes into (why did he wear jeans for his flight this morning?), and he tugs off his shirt for good measure. It’s still early in the morning, and by her stifled yawn he can tell that she’s on the same wavelength as he is. Everything else can wait.

Vanessa pulls him to the bed, and he climbs under the covers on his side (he has a side, he’s never had a side in someone’s bed before her) like it’s second nature. She curls into him as easy as breathing, her warm body pressing into his and making him feel like he’s defrosting on the inside. Her head rests against his chest and his arms wrap around her, as if letting go of her means that he won’t be here anymore.

Her fingers tracing up his sides and the lingering smell of her cologne help to ground him, to remind him that he is really here.

“I missed you.” It’s a whisper. She’s quiet when she’s feeling soft and sentimental, something he’s grown to understand.

He holds her impossibly tighter. “I missed you, too.”

Brooke doesn’t know if Vanessa has heard him. Her breathing is already beginning to slow down and her fingers are stilling as she drifts off. He doesn’t mind. They have days in front of them, and he can tell it to her as many times as she wants to hear it. And that she’s truly a part of him now, in his veins and his mind all the time and there’s no way that he can get her out. Not that he ever wants to.

He’s criss-crossed the continent over the last few months, travelled from city to city. As he lies in bed with Vanessa and feels the rise and fall of her chest as his own body succumbs to sleep, he discovers that he’s already found his favourite place in the world – and it’s with her.

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #branjie #fluff #canon compliant #submission #holtzmanns

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minimickzy · 6 years

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TomHolland2013 posted || Tom Holland

Request: Just something I wrote long ago

Summary: Social Media style Imagine! Reader is in a movie with Tom and hangs out with him and the cast of Spider-Man HC. Please let me know what you think!

Characters: Tom Holland x Reader, Zendaya, Harrison, Jacob

Word count: 2200+

Warning: Fluff, soft make out

a/n: I took this off my wattpad and changed a bit because I think I’ve grown as a writer at least a little! Infinity War has launched me back into the Marvel fandom so feel free to send in requests <3 also idk why I’m posted this so late but hey, why not?

Instagram 4:21pm July 5th

@(y/u) posted:

[picture of Tom sleeping on table]

Wake up, I want a wrap on set so I can go home! #[movie title]

TomHolland2013 and 170,693 other people liked this

17278 comments

4:31pm TomHolland2013: wow stalker much??

4:32pm (y/u): wow professorial Much?? @tomholland2013

User1: oh my god I ship it

User2: CUTE!! ❤❤❤😩

User3: agh Tom is toooooo Hot, my eyes BURN!!

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Instagram 2am July 7th

@TomHolland2013 posted:

[photo collection of you, Tom, and Harrison with cake smeared on faces]

Fun night out with the mates!!

@hazosterfield @(y/u)

10:34am (y/u): delete this, I look like shit!

User1: OMG (Y/N) IS SO HOT WTF SHSJSKAKAKAN

12:37pm @tomholland2013: um? Bish where? @(y/u)

User2: Um, did @tomholland2013 just call @(y/u) hot??? IM DECEASED

12:38pm @(y/u): you did not just quote a vine

5:32pm @hazosterfield: stop bickering like a old married couple!! @(y/u) @Tomholland2013

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Instagram [Dm] July 13th

12:34am Tom: oh my god!

1:53am You: what?!

1:53am Tom: Tessa just shook my hand

1:54am You: I thought this was serious

3:24am Tom: I don't know what's more serious than my dog putting her paw on my hand and moving it up and down??

3:27am You: Tom it's 3:27 am go tf to sleep

8:35am Tom: I think it was a dream

8:37am Tom: I tried again this morning, She doesn't know how to do it anymore

8:43am You: 😢😢😢

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[(y/u) is live on Instagram]

9,367 viewers July 15th 3:45 pm

"Hey guys, it's me (y/n)" you say, "and me, Tom Holland!" Tom pushed you aside to get in the shot. You laughed and shoved him over a little so you both fit in the frame. "We're on set here in uh, Toronto. It's kinda boring actually." Tom laughed. You started to read though some of the comments:

User1: LOOK AT MY PARENTS

User2: Tom please say quackson for me!!

User3: ILYSM

User4: Hi from London!

You nudged Tom, "say quackson." He shot you a gentle glare, "No, absolutely not." You gave him puppy dog eyes in a lame attempt to change his mind, "Please." "Why." "Because the viewers are asking for it.... I'll give you a peak on the cheek." He rolled his eyes, "if you want me to say it that bad.... Quackson." You smiled at him and kissed his cheek, then went back to the comments:

User1: OTPPP

User2: are they dating??

User3: AGH I WISH I WAS (Y/N)

User4: @User2 THEY SAY NO BUT I MEAN WE ALL KNOW THEY’RE LYING

User5: SHE KIISED HUS CHEEK OMG OMG JANSINSSMMAMA

You laughed and started to answer questions left by the viewers, trying to ignore the pinkish tint on both your and Toms cheeks.

[live ended]

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iMessage July 15th

5:33pm Tom: hey

5:33pm You: what's up?

5:35pm Tom: no hi?

5:36pm You: hi, what's up?

5:36pm Tom: better 😂, and Haz and I are meeting up with Z so I was wondering if you wanted to come along?

5:36pm Tom: we could pick you up around 7ish?

5:42pm You: um, sure. What are we doing?

5:42pm Tom: idk, Z invited us over to just hang out and maybe watch a movie

5:43pm You: okay, I'll be ready

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Zendaya's Snapchat Story July 16th

1:32am

[video from the side, of you asleep in toms arms under a blanket while Harrison is pointing and smirking with the caption 'this is what you guys get for falling asleep after one movie' and Zendaya laughing in the background]

3:24am

[picture from front of you and Tom with Zendayas Bitmoji blowing a kiss]

7:45am

[picture of you hiding your face with one hand and flipping the camera off with the other. Your hairs a mess and you’re wearing Toms shirt from yesterday. Tom’s in the background laughing and Haz is pulling a funny face. With the caption of '(y/n) is not a morning person']

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Interview with (y/n) (y/l/n) and Tom Holland, July 20th [cut to 6:34 minutes in]

Interviewer: "So, on Zendaya's Snapchat, 4 days ago we saw some cute sleepy cuddling snaps of the two of you. And fans want to know if your dating or what's the story behind that?"

Tom: "I mean no, we're just friends, and the story is that we were both just really tried and fell asleep."

You: "yeah, I just needed a pillow."

Interviewer: "so then that morning shot of (y/n) in your shirt... that was just..."

Tom: *chuckles* "she was just cold and spilled something on her shirt so I gave her mine and got one that I had forgot at Z's"

Interviewer: "oh so you and Zendaya then" *smirks*

Tom: "no, we're friends, nothing more."

Interviewer: "So, you two have no feelings for each other?"

Tom and You share a awkward glance

Tom: "uh..."

You: "do you mean Me- an-and Tom or Tom-"

Tom: "well I mean yeah we have a great time together. Thank you."

Tom put a hand on your back and moved you along still rambling.

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Instagram [Dm] July 20th

4:02pm You: That lady really grilled us, huh?

5:23pm Tom: I know right

5:32pm Tom: do you think I was too rude?

5:32pm You: no, you saved my rambling ass tho, Thanks

5:33pm Tom: don't mention it

6:18pm Tom: Z's house? 8:30ish

6:19pm You: meeting there or driving together?

6:20pm Tom: pick you up at 8

6:20pm You: 👌🏻

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Instagram July 20th 8:37 pm

@TomHolland2013 posted:

[photo of you driving and him pulling a goofy face]

stuck in traffic with my favorite lady @(y/u)

163,827 people liked this, 12437 comment

User1: where you going?

@Zendaya: so I guess your running late than, huh?

User2: date night?

@TomHolland2013: oh yeah, whoOps. Sorry 😢 @zendaya

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Instagram July 20th 10:47 pm

@Zendaya posted:

[picture of Tom, Zendaya, Jacob, Harrison and you]

We're going live in ten minutes!! Playing truth or dare so give us some good ones!

462,729 people liked this, 19299 comments

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[Zendaya is live on Instagram]

15,682 viewers July 20th 10:58 pm

"Hey guys!" Zendaya waved to the phone and then spun it around your small circle so you all could wave. "Okay so how this is going to work, is we'll go around and ask truth or dare and then you guys pick what we do... so... yeah and I'm gonna start!"

The game was fun, viewers ate it up. You went around a few times before Zendaya clapped her hands together and said goodbye to the watchers and turned her phone off for the night. "Okay, now for the real ones." Harrison smirked. You knew it was coming but you hoped they'd just leave you alone. "Tom, truth or dare?" Jacob asked with a grin you knew too well playing at his lips, "Uh," Tom shot Harrison a nervous smile, "dare?" "Okay! well you both had to have known this was coming, but... the sexual tension is actually killing us." Zendaya said motioning to Jacob, Harrison and herself. You felt your cheeks turning beet red.

"I'd normally say just kiss, But... this time I'm thinking the classic seven minutes in heaven." Harrison pipes up. "Okay. (Y/N)," Tom stood up and put his hand out for you. You took it and pulled yourself up, shooting a glance back at the group and then let Tom pull you to a closet that was out of earshot.

Harrison came behind you and shut the door so you were now surrounded by darkness and you were trapped. "So..." Tom chuckled, "we don't have to actually do anything, but we should talk, I mean there's something here, you can't tell me you don't feel it." He trailed off almost to a whisper. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel it." You smiled as His hand brushed against your arm. You reached for it holding it tight in your grasp.

You reached with your other hand up to find his cheek. "Maybe... we could, you know, just to defuse the tension." You let a shaky breath. "Well I mean- I don't- we should really give them something right?" Tom said stepping closer to you. "Most definitely." You pulled yourself up to meet his lips.

It just felt right, you fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. He lightly pushed you against the wall and you put your hands in his hair, "this feel so good." "Agreed." You let out a small laugh, "Tom? Remind me why we didn't do this sooner." "I have not the slightest fucking clue." You moved your lips back his and melted in his arms. "should we tell people? The press I mean." You asked "I don't even know," Tom laughed and joined him going back into a makeout session.

But sadly the two of you were met with the door swinging open. "So, how was it." Harrison smirked, you patted down your hair and smiled a little. Tom came out behind you and Harrison started laughing. You turned to see what was so funny and saw Tom had your lipstick smeared all over his lips and a little on his neck. You chuckled and used your thumb to wipe some of it off. When you went back to the living room Tom clapped his hands and yelled "we're official." You smiled and sat down as the others lightly cheered, this time not afraid to let his arm find its way around you.

"We're not going to release it to the press yet. We don't want or need the extra drama." You smiled. Zendaya nodded, "as long as the air is loose I'm good." And it was. Tom and You were a lot more relaxed and could exactly act on your thoughts that you used to push aside.

_________

Instagram July 26th 2:16 pm

@TomHolland2013 posted

[picture of you and Zendaya laughing at a beach]

Feels great to have such a beautiful view @(y/u) @zendaya

278,352 people liked this, 43,680 comments

User1: oh my god is Tom and Zendaya dating??

User2: @user1 Or Tom and (y/n)

User3: HOT DAMN BBY GALS

User4: ploy anyone?

User5: I wish I was Tom

_________

(y/u)'s Snapchat Story July 27th

[picture of you driving looking away in the background of Toms selfie. Caption: hacked]

[video from lap of you singing to the radio and then Turning to Tom. "Are you videoing me?!"]

[picture of you at stop light smiling at the camera. Caption: paparazzi following us for like 10 miles, we just want to eat 😢😢]

[video of you ordering food at (y/f/ff)]

[video's of the women working at the window freaking out because you and Tom are talking to them, you laugh and take a selfie with them and Tom though the window and sign a napkin for each of them]

________

"Those women were so nice." You smiled, walking into your apartment with Tom trailing behind with the food. "Yeah" Tom plopped on the couch and turned on E! News as you put your bag and keys away. "Seriously, you want to watch that?" You laughed sitting down next to him. The host was taking about the latest 'Hollywood break-up'. "I wanna know what's the drama in the entertainment world." He smiled as you rolled your eyes at him. "But the love in LA wasn't lost today," The host said, "Tom Holland and (y/n) are rumored to have a relationship behind closed doors, today Tom and (y/n) posted riding together to pick up some fast food and surprise the employees working in the drive threw window." She spoke as the video's and photos played on screen. "We're the drama" Tom smirks, and you let out a little laugh. "Can we watch a movie now?" He nods and changes to Netflix.

____________

@TomHolland2013 Instagram Story 11:56pm July 27th

[picture of you asleep on his chest. Caption: goodnight Instagram]

____________

Instagram Dm July 29th

1:47pm Tom: (y/n)

1:48pm Tom: (y/n)

1:48pm You: yes?

1:49pm Tom: I think we should tell people

1:49pm You: Its been 9 days

1:50pm Tom: so can I post a happy 10 days love, tomorrow?

1:56pm You: Really?

1:56pm Tom: yes

1:57pm You: okay... but I get to post one too.

1:57pm Tom: THANK YOU!

___________

Instagram July 30th 10:22am

@Tomholland2013 posted:

[picture of him holding you bridle style]

Happy 10 Days love @(y/u) 😘 📸// @hazosterfield

162,729 people liked this, 102,478 comments

User1: HOLY MY GOD OTS OFFICIAL

O F F I C I A L

User2: IM CRYING IN THE CLUB

User3: REPORT RED ALERT OTP OTP CANON

(y/u): ❤❤ can't believe you used this picture!

User4: I want death SKSNSNAKNS

Zendaya: congrats you crazy kids

Tomholland2013: I love this photo @(y/u) and thank you Z @zendaya

[let me know if you’d like to be tagged for marvel/peter parker or Tom holland imagines in the future]

#tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland fluff #peter parker fanfic #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #marvel imagine #spiderman x reader

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jiminies-ahmee · 6 years

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CAR RIDES WITH BF!BTS

SEOKJIN

seokjin is the type to play power ballads in the car

maybe a bit of beyonce bc, y'all know our seokjinnie is diva

and at the traffic lights ppl will literally be able to HEAR the both of you busting your lungs singing

and you’ll have synchronised dance moves all down-packed to all the songs

but seokjin isn’t one for EXTREMELY late night drives, bc he likes his beauty sleep

however, he is definitely into fast food drive thrus

he’ll make those iconic ‘hmmm’ and ‘wahhh’ noises and soon, it’ll rub off on you too

it might be a good idea to let seokjin drive at all times bc you’ll be laughing way too hard at his attempts at jokes

OMG

YOU’D LAUGH SO HARD WHEN ITS RAINING AND SEOKJIN’S FORCED TO TURN THE WINDSHIELD WIPERS ON

it’d be silent in the car for a few moments

and then you’d break into a laugh

and then seokjin would laugh

and it’d just be a mess

y'all would be a mess

a hot ass, diva mess

YOONGI

oh it wouldn’t be silent all the time

but sometimes it would be

bc either you were having a nap

or yoongi was having a nap

and he napped in the backseat

it would warm your heart to hear his soft snores bc YES FINALLY your baby is getting his much-deserved sleep

yoongi would always wake up to the smell of food tho, bc you knew he’d be hungry when he woke up

and that sorta rubbed off on him

when you would wake up in the passenger seat after dozing off, yoongi would have brought you your absolute favourite foods

and even tho you didnt know it, yoongi had really gone out of his way to get it for you - just to see you smile

bc he had quite literally gone off course and done a u-turn just to get the food for ya

he a sweetie, not a meanie

and there’d sometimes be some RNB or trap music playing in the background

but it was almost always piano instrumentals

bc even tho he wouldnt admit it to you, that instrument truly was his first love

but it helped him find you <3

NAMJOON

now car time for namjoonie is inspiration time

actually no, all the time is inspiration time

when you’re behind the wheel, you’ll literally be having a convo with joon and he’d just be like ‘ooh’ or ‘yes’ out of nowhere

and you glance at him and he’s got his nose in his notebook, quickly scribbling lyrics in his secret book

(it isn’t secret to you tho bc he’s shared all the lyrics he’s ever written with you)

and then he’d realise he quite literally cut you off, so he’ll look up at you and apologise profusely

“i did it again, didn’t i?” “it’s okay joonie, you can take the man out of the studio but you can’t take the studio of the man”

he’d do that shy giggle he does with his hand over his mouth when you say that

but other times, when namjoon’s the one behind the wheel - mind you this does not happen regularly bc you aren't afraid to admit that you fear for you life when namjoon is the one driving

he’d play all of those amazing and beautiful songs he recommends through twitter and when he’d give you the aux cord

oh boy

“this song is so good! quick, tweet it, y/n!” “who sings this? this is littttttt”

y’all will just be singing in the strangest of tones but there’ll always be that one, heavenly moment when you’ll cut it out and literally harmonise by ACCIDENT

and joon will just stare at you and you’ll stare at him before realising

“JOON THE LIGHT’S GREEN, MOVE, OH MY GOD!”

HOSEOK

i think you already know where this is going

hoseok does not sit still in the car unless he is tired

and that is a rare event

he’s always groovin’ and moovin’

even if you accidentally switch the station to some random one that’s playing ethnic music

he’s poppin’ and lockin’ and no one can stop him someone stop me

but anyways, hoseok is the one who ultimately brought you out of your shell

his dancing and his aura of pure happiness has been passed onto you and so you’re always dancing in the car too

and you two are the type to take videos of it (obv the person in passenger seat is taking the video, don't snapchat and drive peeps xx) and post them to twitter and instagram and all that jazz

car time with hobi is forever and always a fun time

but honey, let’s not forget that as well as dancing and spitting fire, this sunshine can SING

if a ballad comes on, oh boy, you better make sure that seatbelt real tight or you’re going to fly out the window

he literally leaves you speechless sometimes with his vocals

and you don't tell him, but you always manage to record him when he's singing in the car

and you save them for when he’s away on tour that way you can keep hobi in your pocket and keep him close

JIMIN

this lil mochi, my peachy boy, is the dude that’ll look cool af in the car

even if you two are on your way late at night to get something to eat

you're out there wearing no paints, socks and slides and one of jimin’s shirts that are oversized for even him

whilst ya boy is out there wearing sweatpants and a random tee but still looking fine af

#thepowerofparkjimin

and you’d complain about it sometimes bc he’d want to go into the place to eat and you’re like

???? “do you see what i look like park jimin?”

and he’d be like “yes, you look ethereal, now let’s go”

he’d always hold your hand in the car

and when he needed to use two hands on the wheel he’d literally grab onto your hard -0.4 seconds after his hand was free

whenever you two would go driving together you’d always let jimin drive bc you knew he liked it and he didn’t get to do much of it during other times

omg you’d try to be sly and snap a few pics of him bc goddamn, but he’d realise and pull the silliest faces just to make you laugh

“yah, stop taking pictures, what are you? my personal paparazzi?” he’d tease

song wise, i feel like it’s either really soft music with jimin or like…. hardcore suggestive music

with soft music he’d be holding your hand and sing along quietly

but with the suggestive music well…. he’d just wriggle his eyebrows at you and smirk bc HA ITS SO FUNNY ISNT IT

“should i change the song, y/n? but i like it :(“

TAEHYUNG

oooft this boy

he’ll call you up randomly at the most ungodly of hours asking if you wanted to go for a drive

you’d always say yes bc why would you say no???

and so he’d pick you up and the two of you would just drive around the city

soft jazz music in the background bc taehyung has pretty cool and eccentric taste

and he’d just hum along

which would quite literally put you to sleep sometimes

and tae would just giggle bc wow you're so cute

but at other times - like when the rest of the world is awake - it’d be lively music

bc tae needs to wake up and so do you

it’d be so funny bc tae would play english songs and he wouldnt know some of the words

and he’d just start blabbering sounds that he thought sounded similar enough to the actual lyrics

(if this aint me with kpop tho)

and he’d just be such a great person to be in the car with

sometimes it’d be quiet between the two of you bc just being with one another was enough

or sometimes the two of you would just be laughing so hard at a story tae was telling

or sometimes it’d be a bit of a deep, emotional convo about the past or things that tae or even you just need to get off your chests

and you loved each and every one of those moments

bc tae made everything fun

even if you were both bawling your eyes out in a parking lot after getting a little carried away with your deep chats, he’d fail at cracking a joke and you’d both be a giggling, crying mess

but tae still thought you were the prettiest thing, so don't you worry a bit xx

JUNGKOOK

alright this boy

sometimes the two of you would spend more time arguing over who got to drive than actually sitting in the damn car

usually it’d be settled with an arm wrestle or whoever simply got to the driver’s seat first

you both have a few bumps and bruises bc of the second scenario

it’d be funny sometimes to watch kook drive tho bc he’d get a little rusty after tour and he’d just sit there in the driver’s seat completely zoned out

“kookie, you have to switch the ignition on, buddy. we’re losing daylight here.”

but the both of you would have this set playlist and set songs where the both of you would have individual parts

like you’d do duets together in the car

sometimes rap, sometimes pop, sometimes ballads

but y’all put your all in each and every song and the both of you would sometimes make it a competition to see who could sing better

jungkook would sing songs trot style lmao

and sometimes you’ll be out of breath by the time you reach your destination

but it’s all good

you’d also spend a lot of time in the parking lots of fast food restaurants bc foooooddd

and you’d always scold jungkook bc he’d always buy too much food but still manage to scoff it all down

“jeon jungkook, how the hell are we going to eat all of this?”

lol within 10 minutes the food’s all gone sis, you both scoffed it all

“i told you you’d eat it all”

roasting each other all the time

and then having to cheer up a butthurt jungkook bc he took it to heart just a lil bit

“jungkook, i’m joking”

oh and sometimes you’d grab his hand while he was driving and he’d get all startled

and you’d laugh at him

but he’d just grip onto your hand tighter till it hurt a little

“ow!”

“oh sorry, i just forget how strong i am sometimes”

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holland-stan-posts · 6 years

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Don't honk at Me! - Chris Evans

Summary: you weren't a Pacific driver per se, but Chris loves to see you drive...and maybe turn him on too?

Word count: 1.701

Warnings: SMUT, STRONG LANGUAGE +18

A/N: i am getting comfortable writing smut hehe. This is something I had on mind today, also I might or not might be inspired by @kiramotherofsnails 's masterpiece with Seb you can find it here (gonna add the keep reading button when I'm on the web)

M a s t e r l i s t

*credits pics to daily.evans on instagram!*

It's the third time you're dropping your coffee in the morning, the first time was because you were distracted by watching your phone that you step on Dodgers little paw, making him cry and you jump, dropping your coffee on the floor. The second time you dropped because you heard a noise outside scaring you, you walked and found a squirrel running away, and this time, you dropped because you saw your handsome boyfriend walking towards you.

“shit” you mutter taking a cloth to clean the counter.

“someone's distracted” he teases and came upon the coffee machine taking his mug out of the machine.

“it's been a hell of day” you sighed

“sweetheart. Is almost 9 am” he hides his smile when he saw you rolling your eyes.

“can it be over already?” You fake cried.

“oh shush you. C'mon we got loads of things to do” he grabs his backpack and with a quick pet in Dodgers head he left the house. Again, you sigh and wave a slight goodbye to Dodger and left.

You saw him already in the passenger side. “oh no Chris. I am in the mood to kill somebody” you protest.

“Love, I'd drive but I'm not feeling good right now” he smirks cockily and put his seatbelt on.

“bullshits Chris, you're full of bullshit” you spat

“You love this big bullshit though” he says and you only nod in agreement and walk towards the drivers seat.

You drove in calm out of the neighbourhood, jamming along the radio's songs, Chris typing hard on his phone.

“Damn I have a meeting today” he sighs in annoyance.

“What is about?” You ask turning to the left and trying to speed up.

“I don't know, maybe something related to a new movie, you know, locations, dates. Boring” he yawn and stretches out to change the song.

You're getting nervous somehow, in front of you there's a car who's driving in probably 40 kmph in a route of 80.

“What the hell dude? Press the damn accelerator pedal” you sigh and check on both your mirrors to try and pass him.

Once you find a clear road you put your car signalman. And speed passing the slow car, not before throwing a annoying glance to the driver.

“can you fucking believe it? This is a 80 fucking speed road and he's driving at 40 if its not less” you yell at no one in particular.

Chris is amused by your ways of driving, clearly you're not a Pacific driver, unless you have cops in the way, if the way is clear, you found yourself speeding out of the limit sometimes, always slowing down right at the others cars backs, that gained you a lot of fights between you and the others drivers. Your middle finger is your best way to avoid any more fights, a few swearings and you're back at your thing again. Chris would stay mostly quiet or when the thing is very intense he would intervene, you wonder sometimes why he doesn't drive to avoid these situations but he just says that driving stress him out.

But secretly, he's very turn on whenever you pass any slow driver and show them your middle finger as sign of annoyance. His favourites behaviours of you are when you're just mumbling and looking furiously on your mirrors and cursing out whoever is in front of you. You look so damn sexy to him that he cant help the bulge on his pants.

“GODDAMN YOU OLD GRANDPA IS GREEN FOR FUCKS SAKE” you state yelling and honking.

“I'm getting old here” you said, turning at Chris that he's just smiling caressly of the world outside.

“What?” You said making him go out of his trance.

“Did I ever told you how damn sexy are you driving?” he said and keep the glance.

“No, not that I know anyways” you said smiling at his cuteness.

“Well, believe it or not, you do look sexy while you're yelling at others” he said as the finally grandpa starts to drive and he leans to kiss your cheek.

“don't say those things while I'm driving Chris”

“Why not?” the confused look is one of the better faces that he has.

“because it kills me being here and not being able to rip that damn shirt out of your body” you say through your teeths.

“What stops you?” he says teasingly moving his eyebrows

“Actually, the traffic.” you motion to the queue of cars.

“then pull over and we can take care of that thing you mentioned before” you slow down a bit looking at his now dark lustful eyes.

You didn't need to be told twice. You pull over next to the road, somehow being grateful for the curtains of the Windows in the backseat. Taking your seatbelt off you quickly jump behind.

Chris's big body almost covering half of the place, however, he manages to place your body comfortable up of him, his pants already in the floor, your pants being pulled out as you take a breath.

“we'd need to be quick babe. Someone can catch us” he whispers and without further notice he thrusts himself inside you, letting out a long hoarse at the sudden contact, you try to catch breath as his sudden intrusion, starting to move your hips along his, your hands flying to his broader shoulders, holding yourself there, one of his hands flies to your clit, adding extra pleasure to your upcoming orgasm, with close eyes you search for his lips and bite his lips when he touches you once again. Holding a moan.

“let yourself go baby” he mutters in your ear, his right hand going to your waist, helping you to steady yourself as you keep riding him, when both of your breaths increase irregularly, you're aware of his orgam coming too, so you jump a bit more, spinning your hips around his cock, driving him insane. “C'mon baby come with me” he yells as you feel the familiar hot liquid filling you, that giving you the release you need, you start to slow down and he puts his head in the crook of your neck, trying to desperately catch his breath.

“That was fast” you whisper, not wanting to break out the calm atmosphere.

“hell yes, we've been out of the league for so long. We should back at our old manners”

“Well, I won't be against if you keep wearing that damn shirt” you said smiling.

“and I won't if you keep yelling at others in the road” he kisses your forehead and you burst out laughing.

After getting yourselves more decent, you're back on road. You were totally starstruck by how good your boyfriend looks recently fucked, hair everywhere and a special shine on his eyes.

So when a car honk at you, you only see red. Breaking away the beautiful view you had before you just yell

“Don't fucking honk at me you dumbass!” and Chris only laughs and reminisce the past statement you did before.

Masterlist

Permanent taglist: @kiramotherofsnails @lauravalentinasblog @hollanderwritings

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thekeyideas17 · 5 years

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Google Adwords Tutorial: A-Z Guide to excel at Adwords

Google Adwords Tutorial

Google is a very prominent player in the ADs market. If we see statistically, it comfortably dominates the Advertisement Market as of now. This Google Adwords Tutorial will help you in mastering the master of Advertisement World.

The other ad networks like Bing Ads, Media.net are not that familiar as of now and to be honest have no competition with Google In short Google has a monopoly in Advertising.

Likely to stay this way for a very good amount of time. Let me introduce the Topic very neatly to you! I don't know what is your expertise in Adwords.

I am writing this article assuming you have no knowledge about what AdWords is and how does it work!

Without wasting much time let's dive into the topic straight away!

According to the statement on SearchEngineLand

Google AdWords launched with 350 advertisers in 2000. Today, more than 1 million advertisers generate tens of billions in revenue for the company. Well, 1 million advertisers are a lot of people if you are a Blogger.

Let's first understand what exactly is Adwords!

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Google-Adwords-Tutorial-Intro[/caption]

As you can see,

The User first selects a keyword for which he/she wants to display an Ad. It can be anything literally!

Then he/she creates an Ad Campaign(Explained Further in Detail what is a campaign)

Selects the budget and the time for which the ad is to be displayed

Finally, An Ad is displayed for the targeted keyword!

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Google-Adwords-Ad-Sample[/caption]

This looks very simple in the above image, right?

Well, if you have Knowledge on various factors of Adwords then it is pretty damn easy for you to be there.

Let m tell you Adwords also do require SEO to rank 1 for the targeted keyword as there will be others too competing for your keyword!

Types of Ads in Adwords

Following are the Ad types we generally see in Adwords

Text Ads

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Infographic Ad

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Video Ads

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Dynamic Search Ads

Maybe a text ad or an Infographic ad

Most widely used

Easy to create.

The general process to create Dynamic Search Ad is similar to Normal text Ad Campaign(Discussed Further)

The advantage they have over others is that Google uses its intelligence ad algorithm to determine the keyword for which the ad is to be displayed.

Dynamic Ads are good if you have no active knowledge of Adwords.

AD Creation Tutorial

The Next Question is how do I create Ads!

Firstly, you need a Gmail Account(or rather any mail account for that purpose)

Go to your browser and type in Google Adwords(or Google Ads, anything you want)

If you are too lazy just click here

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Google-Adwords-Account[/caption]

Click on Start Now and fill in your details

Once you do that it will take you to the Adwords Dashboard.

Your dashboard will look something like this. Do not worry if the interface is a bit different. Google keeps it updating but the basic functional tabs are very much the same they don't change much and you will easily be able to locate it!

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Google-Adwords-Dashboard[/caption]

Click on Campaign -----> After that click on the Plus icon!

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Google-Adwords-Campaign1[/caption]

Once you do that, you have to choose the type of campaign you want to run

Sales

Leads

Website Traffic

Product and Brand Consideration

Brand Awareness and Reach

App Promotion

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Google-Adwords-Campaign-Type[/caption]

Choose the one you want to promote or say you want to run the ad for.

After that, you need to choose the type of Ad you want your (targeted) customer to see!

Text Ads

Info Ads

Shopping Ads

Video Ads

Select the one you want to display ad for!

Once you do that enter the website URL.

Now once you entered the URL choose the campaign name.

Now, choose the start and end date of your campaign.

Also, select the geographic location where you want your ad to run.

Here you can select All country and territory if you have a global or a very generic product which you are sure each and every person may be using in his/her daily life.

The next step is to determine the type of Language in which you want to promote your URL.

There are various options available to choose from!

I would like to leave it to you to decide what to choose and what not to choose!

For Android Apps

You have an android app as well? Don't worry we got that covered too!

If you are promoting your app, choose the available two platforms(Android or iOS)

Note:- Only Google App Store(Google Play Store) published apps are allowed to be promoted via Google Adwords.

You will have to add manually your app name in the search bar. When Google finds out the App then you are allowed to promote your app!

Once you do that, relax you are seeing your installs increasing slowly!

Google Adwords SEO Strategy!

You might be wondering I have got the topic wrong. But no, Google Adwords does require an SEO Strategy

The reason?

Let me tell you, you are not the only one who is using Google Ad Service. There are millions in fact.

Out of the millions, there might be at least thousands who might target the same keyword you are going to target. (Assuming you are into a competitive niche).

Now your next target is to beat those thousands who are competing against you!

Sounds Difficult?

To be brutely honest it is not that difficult if you do it smartly!

Let me be clear, this SEO is a bit different than the traditional SEO Strategy we apply for our blog posts.

There are some things that stay the same though!

There's no On-Page SEO neither there's Off-Page SEO. There's just SEO

This type of SEOing is some times referred to as SEM(Search Engine Marketing).

Now let's get the Business Started! First thing First,

Title of Your Ad.

You need to remember one thing very bluntly. You are advertising your product. We have got very little space for error.

Now, tell me which attracts you more?

A simple Plain Text Ad

A creative, catchy, well-sorted Text Ad

2 should be your Ideal Answer.

Think from a customer's perspective! Which ad if you were to click you would like to click on?

Obviously, the one you find it attractive and most interesting

The Point here is, make it as appealing as possible.

You can try various things in the Title to seek your potential customer's attention!

For eg, you may offer a Flat 20% Discount for your product!

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Google-Adwords-Title[/caption]

Here I know the discounted advertisement is not a Google Ad. It is just used for the purpose of Illustration! I hope you get my point!

One important thing about Title is that you shouldn't clickbait! Never!

If you fool your customer I guarantee you that the customer even if sees your ad in the future might not click on your ad as he/she has already been baited by your AD.

Cheery on the cake would be the negative publicity which you will receive for free!

Free things might cost you a customer!

Try to be creative and be at least 80-90% honest.

Description of the Ad

If the title is the heart of your Ad, the description is the second heart (I know that was a bad joke)

My point is, the description is as important as your Title!

Again the same thing I would like to repeat which is be honest and the same point of time be creative.

Remember one thing if your customer sees the Description then he is interested in your Ad.

Have a catchy description such that the customer is forced to click on the Ad.

Your Landing page

You successfully got your customer on your website? Now what?

Creating your Landing Page! This is the real task and challenge!

But what exactly is a landing page?

In simple words, for AdWords, a landing page is a page where the user is redirected once he clicks on your ad

You have got the lead now it's up to your creativity to convert it into a customer.

You need to have a solid Landing Page here!

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Google-Adwords-Landing-Page[/caption]

One thing I would like to mention it very profoundly which is you somehow need to collect the customer's mail-id or say any sort of communication media.

Why? Because, if the customer has clicked on your website means he/she is interested in your product!

If by chance you are not able to convert your lead now, maybe you could find him/her buying some other product at some other point of time by sending your customer product list.

Also Read:-Instagram Marketing: 7 Tips that actually work in 2019

Keyword Targeting and Selection Strategy

Keyword targeting philosophy is very much similar to the SEO Strategy that we follow for our Blogs.

First thing is to find the relevant keyword for your targeted product if not exact.

There will be certain situations where the Original or Exact keyword will be highly competitive.

Thus you can now make use of Google Suggestions or UberSuggest for that matter.

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Make sure you get your keyword strategy very correct as it is the pinpoint of your Ad Campaign. The keyword selection strategy is very much important in Digital Marketing as well as Blogging Field.

The budget of your Ad Campaigns

One of the most important factors you need to consider while advertising is your budget!

You cannot just go gaga spending money! After all, it is your hard earned money you need to spend it wisely!

ALong with the competition of the keyword, you must pay special attention to CPC (Cost Per Click) of the keyword!

CPC in Adwords terms is the amount of money you are going to spend for one click on your ad!

Do not Miss: -A Powerful Guide on Simple Pinterest Marketing Strategy

What Type of Google Ads should I choose initially at the start?

Well, that totally depends on you. If you are just starting out maybe you should go with Textual Ads.

Now if the condition is such that you have worked previously on a project and are assigned on a new project now then my suggestion would be to go with the Infographics Ads or Video Ads as we know Visuals are Stronger than Words.

The E-Commerce Advantage

If you have an E-commerce store then there is nothing as Good As Shopping Ads.

The only problem with Shopping Ads is that it requires a sort of tedious setup.

But again if you are just starting out in E-commerce then my suggestion would be to go for Text Ads initially until you have gained enough knowledge to switch.

One Important thing you should remember is that Google Adwords is all about experimentation.

If you are expecting high profits from the very first campaign your un then maybe you are wrong(Again even I may be wrong in my prediction, who knows?)

Don't Forget the new Responsive Ads Google Launched Recently. As the name suggests they are of responsible nature wherein they adjust themselves according to the device on which the keyword was searched on!

(I have explained Dynamic Search Ads above hence not an inclusion here!)

Only Google Search Network?

The next and very obvious question is should I only run my ads campaign for Google Search Network?

The answer is No!

You can run your ads on YouTube Channel, Third Party websites (Blogs).

Google being contextual Ad Network will take care of the ad relevancy while your ads appear on Blogs

One Advantage of running your ads on Blogs is that you will have a broader audience to reach and if your Ad is visually or textually appealing then you are sure of sales in my opinion!

You May Like:-8 Proven & Tested Copywriting Tips that work today as well!

Other Ad networks?

Some might be having Doubts which is should I only stick to Google Ads?

Well, I personally have not much tried other than Bing Ads.

But if you are keen on experimentation, then there is no harm in giving other networks a try on a low budget of course.

I hope I was relevant and clarified your doubts in this Google Adwords Tutorial.

If you still have any query you can always comment, I will try my level best to answer your queries!

Thank You for your time and patience!

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chalabrun · 6 years

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between the dirt & desperation, ch. 1

Word count: 3,753 Pairings: Symbrock Rating: T Warnings: None Summary: Sequel to “Angry & Half in Love with You”, it’s been well over a month since Eddie moved away from San Francisco to start over in his hometown of Manhattan. Yet, it’s difficult to return to a normal life when what you were once addicted to becomes addicted to you. A/N: This is a crossover between Venom (2018) and Sam Raimi’s Spiderman trilogy (2002-07)

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Cities had moods. They had character, and personalities. It was hard explaining to someone from the suburbs or a small town of 5,000 where everyone knew each other. Eddie had been born in the city of cities, the one that everyone from Helsinki to Beijing and everywhere in between thought of when asked to imagine America, even for the tiniest of moments. Even Americans themselves. Manhattan had a personality so large and old that the entire East Coast looked like it. Like the Big Apple could be any city from Maine to just a stone’s throw above the Bible belt and they wouldn’t be wrong. Not entirely.

New York was steel and teeth. It was craggy concrete that bubbled like rivers of dried and cracked lava through the streets. A raw, industrial creation. When Christ told his disciples to be fishers of men, he wondered if they’d anticipated it’d look anything like this, that the net they threw would bring people together in a new Noah’s ark. Expansive, secretive, old, haggard, but also alive. Old and new. Fast-paced and robust and industrial. It claimed chilly winter nights and congested traffic as its temple, old jazzy film noir and sleepless, caffeinated nights as its sacrifice.

San Francisco had always been different. A bright tendril of Los Angeles, soaked in sun. If the sun made its harbor in Hollywood, then San Francisco was where its rays touched first, but also where its shadows were longest. It didn’t have the steel and shadiness New York did. Or ever would. It felt like your favorite relative you saw on the holidays, of palm fronds and brisk walks on a beach crested by an ocean so brilliant it was bluer than the sky it was supposed to get its color from. Peeled away and without secrets.

Maybe that’s why he never really felt like he’d belonged. Why he finally up and left after the whole Life Foundation incident. And after divorcing himself from the Other, when it finally became apparent how utterly at the mercy he was at the symbiote, they had to part ways. Lest he lose himself on top of all sense of normalcy. Of Anne and Dan and how utterly suited and picture-perfect they were for San Francisco.

It’s why New York’s rough and tumble called him back like a siren, and he just couldn’t refuse.

“Hey, I think ya dropped these.”

The subway emerged from a long and ghastly dark tunnel that made your reflection too easy to see. The back car for the early morning train from Brooklyn was mercifully sparse, all things considering. The man in question had dropped a sheaf of photos the lights blocked its glossy contents of, until it became apparent as to what it was.

Opaque, wide eyes set in a mask made of webbing. Red like blood, like slaughter. Interrupted by a Pacific blue on the chest, crawling up the side of a skyscraper in stunning detail. Eddie became shell-shocked at the sight of it, mind phasing to a rapid negative of the photos. Blinking, it went away.

“Oh, sorry about that. Guess I’m still kind of clumsy in the morning.” The brunet who speaks with wide blue eyes and earnest, smiling thin lips is the picture of someone untouched, but not innocent.

Eddie remembered himself and smiled back. “Yeah, no, no. These are some killer shots, though. You the guy who’s been getting Spidey’s mug in the papers? Man, even I gotta envy that kinda skill.”

The other man chuckled modestly. “My boss tends to differ on that front. He thinks all my stuff is pretty mediocre.”

Eddie’s brows bounced in disbelief, sputtering, “You serious? This shit looks like you got Spidey to pose for you in a SoHo photo studio. And he thinks this is subpar? Man, I wouldn’t wanna be workin’ for him.” Handing the photographer’s material back to him, he added, “Y’know, I do investigative journalin’ myself. Hell, I just got hired on to the Daily Bugle just the other day. We might actually see each other around.”

A boyish and incredulous look crossed the brunet’s face almost shyly. “Wait, seriously? What are the chances of that? —Oh, I’m Peter, by the way. Peter Parker.” He offered his hand to shake. “I’m more freelance, but I guess this makes us coworkers, huh?”

“No kidding. Can’t say I’m adverse to the idea. You photographers are like the muses of us journalists. At least, I think I got that off’a fortune cookie somewhere. You headed to HQ or somethin’?” Smiling crookedly, he shook Peter’s hand a little too enthusiastically. Blame finally getting something resembling a friend on that. “Oh, uh—yeah, Peter. I’m Eddie. Eddie Brock. Real name’s a bit longer, but kinda pointless, y’know?”

Their hands finally released, Eddie backtracking to whether or not he’d shaken it for too long. Clearing his throat, visibly fidgeting, he awkwardly ushered Peter through when they’d finally made it to a mutually apparent destination. “Hey, uh—after you, Pete.”

Peter smiled thinly at that. “Bugle’s this way. It’s not all that hard to miss.” Completely oblivious as to the sudden change in demeanor, Eddie shrugged and alighted on the platform with the other. At least he wasn’t going it alone this time around.

“Will you shut that thing off! If I have to hear one more goddamn word out of that smug Daily Planet’s reporter’s mouth, someone’s going to get fired!”

John Jonah Jameson leaned back in his rickety reclining chair, proudly smoking a thick cigar, a smug and politically incorrect aura bleeding from it. Thick brows raised dubiously as he went through Peter’s crop of photos like an inspector of choice swine at the country market, sticking a knife in the fat to gauge its leanness of the meat. And by the way his cigar hung from his teeth, he didn’t look too impressed.

“This the best you’ve got, Parker? I’ve seen brats on Instagram take better selfies at 3 AM after getting the damn munchies.” Peter himself looked tense, jaw gritting but too subtle to be noticeable or angry. Even Eddie found himself morbidly fascinated by the exchange and feeling vaguely bad for Peter himself.

“It’s the best I’ve got, Mr. Jameson. I got better lighting, and everything,” Peter reasoned, bordering on protesting, splaying his inventory out more. “Like for that one scoop you were talking about. I got this,” he pointed to a photo of the Friendly Neighborhood Spider accelerating up a wall in the wake of a crime scene, “in exactly the kind of context you were looking for and everything.” Incriminating, but falsely planted. Just what sort of deal had they made, anyways?

“It’s crap,” Jameson rebutted bluntly. “You think stories are made from HD screenshots? Nah, I want in-action pictures, Parker. Hell, I think it’s why teaming you up with Brock here will do you some good. You’ve got promise, but I just don’t see it—”

“Sir, your wife she’s—”

“Tell her I’ll call her back! Can’t you see I’m busy?” Jameson barked to his secretary who shrunk back, gazing sidelong as though the employees at desks behind her back were a captive audience. Jerking his head towards Eddie, he quipped gregariously, “What do you say, Brock? You up to heading to Oscorp to interview Doctor Octavius?”

Eddie needed a moment to mull over the name, feeling a pit open in his stomach at the realization. Oh God. Oh no—this was turning into San Fran all over again. Exactly what he’d been trying to escape. Except—Eddie calmed his breathing. It didn’t have to be a repeat. He’d get the interview, get in, get out, and not stick his neck where it didn’t belong like last time. Easy.

“You can count on me, Mr. J. I’ll keep Petey here from takin’ photos that look too good, eh?” As if to prove a point, Eddie circled an arm around Peter’s shoulder and shook it for emphasis, Parker glancing at him in bemusement, brows furrowed.

“Yeah…what he said, Mr. Jameson,” Peter replied stiffly, shrugging Eddie’s arm off and offering him a distantly apologetic look.

Alright, that was something. Only one more head-ducking event to go, and he’d be in the clear!

Several days later of navigating his way through an apartment at various stages of unpacking, and Eddie cobbled together an outfit that seemed decent enough: a button-down dress shirt, crisp black slacks, penny loafers, a dark jacket, and tie. Dressy, but still informed the world that he wasn’t some Washington Post shill. Remembering his past mistake with Carlton Drake seared the reminder not to get involved, not to fuck this up. He did enough time with what happened and paid dearly for it.

Even if he’d turned a new leaf, that didn’t mean he didn’t lie awake thinking about the symbiote. He did. God, he did. It was just the little things, mainly. Buying chocolate and tater tots and wondering why the hell he had. Thinking something and pausing, waiting for a response. It was messing with him, but he had to move on. If Venom was really that hellbent on keeping him, it would’ve. But, it didn’t. He had to remember that and move on. All graceful, and shit.

That didn’t make the memory of their parting any easier. Why did it still come back and bite him in the ass? It had been a month, maybe more. Why did his heart still ache like there was an emptiness to fill?

“C’mon Eddie, get your shit together,” he muttered to himself after stepping off the platform in Midtown Manhattan where the Oscorp tower rose in rivalry to that of Stark Industries’. It was an enviable life, being able to live so richly and without much complication, building an empire off the wit, grit, and ambition that made the American Dream. …Eddie mentally jotted that down. That could make for a good opener in his article.

“There you are. Right where I left you.” Eddie smiled at the sound of Peter’s voice. Sweater vest over some dress shirt and crisp trousers; the glasses made Parker look like a classic point Dexter. Guess that made Eddie the classic rebel to match.

“Yeah, yeah. Least Aunt May spiffed you up pretty good, eh? We ought’a start going; looks like it might start soon, an’ all.”

After their first meeting, they’d met a few times at a bar. First, it was logistics. The sense and sensibility that came with networking that any New Yorker in any industry worth his salt knew how to do. Brock wouldn’t have gotten nearly as far otherwise. Then, it was real friendly talk. Bonding over being born and bred city slickers felt like a homecoming he didn’t ask for, but sorely appreciated. It was nice having friends that didn’t quite stick as much in San Francisco.

“You ready to head on up, or does your hair need more greasing?” Peter teased as they crossed the street in unison. “Could stop at McDonald’s, too.” God, the shit-eating grin. Parker had a real mouth on him when he wanted to. A real potshot when it came to sarcasm and its humor.

“Can it, wise guy. Let me look a little bit smart ‘ere.”

Little more words were exchanged when a familiar professionalism beholden to men in journalism overcame them both almost in tandem, greeted by a front desk secretary who gave them both guest passes specific to the press conference Doctor Octavius was holding in one of Oscorp’s more “public-friendly” labs. Fair enough, even though the investigator in him wanted nothing less than to pass through all restrictions and really see the seedy underbelly. No corporation made it this big without a few body bags along the way.

At the demonstration proper, an enormous curtain separated the small gathering of reporters and journalists like them from the class act behind it. Eddie folded his arms and Peter appeared equally pensive, but a lot less out of place amid shined shoes and news anchor smiles.

“So, this guy, this Otto Octavius—any idea what he’s got cookin’, or we just gonna be surprised?” Eddie turned to Peter to ask who was like a kid in a candy store. He was still in is later college years, far as he knew. Practically a friggin’ baby, which explained a lot. That put a couple years between them. “’Cuz I ain’t really the surprises type.”

“Well, yeah. That’s kinda the whole point, right? Besides, it looks like it’ll start soon.” Peter’s eyes were wide as saucers and totally affixed to the front row. “Let’s get up front. I want a good view of what we might see.”

A flutter of anticipation and nervousness flowered in Eddie’s breast, practically feeling preemptive adrenaline pump through his veins. “…If ya say so, Petey. Guess it can’t hurt.” Why did it feel as though a sense of foreboding hung over them like a cloud? Along with something damnably familiar? Eddie swallowed down a clout of nerves he hadn’t felt before, following it tow as Peter dragged him to the front where no one seemed to mind. The lab’s ampitheater slanted downwards, anyway, so it’s not like they were blocking anything.

Clutching his camera in hand, Peter looked as though he might unleash a barrage of snapshots in his excitement. Which suited him just fine. Not that the camera shutters weren’t going off already like Peter was trying to commit to memory via his camera. Eddie, meanwhile, ticked on the portable recorder he kept on his person at almost all times, checking the small mic clipped on his jacket’s lapel.

And just in the nick of time, too. The lights dimmed substantially from their florescent blaze. Across the stage did a middle-aged and stocky man come unto the podium, smiling in a way that did little to offset the brooding intensity beneath heavy, thick eyebrows. The face of a scientist who grimly saw the failing condition of the world and had many a sleepless night trying to contrive of ways to offset the inevitable flatline. Cartlon Drake had that look, he remembered. This man wore it more intensely, and that much was exceedingly obvious.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we stand upon the brink. We live in a world where we’ve yet to explore the unknown while what we do is on the verge of collapse. And in response to it, it is the burden of those gifted with an aptitude of their calling to answer that call and play their part in saving this planet. The only one of its kind that we know of.”

With all the aegis of someone of his stature, of his eminence as a scientist, it still made Eddie feel wary of him. Even before the crawling sense of déjà vu, it clung to his tongue like gum and stuck there. What he wanted to speak out against before he even knew what it was. Clapping once, the maroon curtain rose and slowly did that sensation return stronger than it had ever before.

He should’ve known something out there was conspiring against him. Before him, in a cylindrical tube, was the symbiote. He could feel a low pulse that hummed softly, knowing exactly what it was doing: subduing the Other. Slowly did Eddie’s arms unfold, completely transfixed, and he had to resist every urge in his body to leap on stage and bash the glass in.

It was in pain.

Dr. Octavius gestured at the tank with a sweeping gesture, a dark humor in his smile. “I present to you the symbiote. Roughly a month ago as I’m sure you are all aware, the Life Foundation discovered these beings on an unsanctioned space flight. In San Francisco, innocent human lives were subjected under the machinations of Carlton Drake to try and bond it and others like it. Inhumane, and completely reprehensible.”

Venom stirred in the tank, almost in a stupor before rousing to life. Familiar, achingly agonized eyes widened in recognition of Eddie and the symbiote began writhing madly in the tank, inky tendrils crawling up its curve in futility, as if trying to escape to get back to him. His heart caught in his throat that throbbed sympathetically, every protective instinct in his body revving to high gear that wanted to spirit it away. As if knowing his thoughts, Venom thrashed in desperation and he swore he could hear it whimper and whine as though it were next to him, panicking once it knew he was here.

“It’s alive. Instead of subjecting this creature to the harms of bonding to a human host, we mean to study it, to replicate its properties without bringing harm to humans. Through this being, this symbiote, we intend upon harnessing its potential as both armor and protection and regeneration to benefit mankind. Think of it: a suit that could heal the infirm and disabled, helping them walk again. Or, sending people armed in this suit to hazardous places to save endangered lives in the wake of disaster. Even going beyond that, at no cost of life.”

While Octavius continued orating, Eddie tried to maintain his composure, but it was difficult with every passing second. His field of vision completely whited out save for his view of the symbiote, how it was practically ready to capsize the container in its desperation with Eddie so near. He hardly heard a word spoken until Octavius mentioned him by name, Peter’s perplexed look matching that dozen who stared at him in unison.

“Mr. Brock, is it? I’ll admit, I was surprised to find you among the list of those who were in attendance, but pleasantly surprised. Please, why don’t you come up here? Maybe you can hold their attention better than I can.” There was a murmur of polite laughter, though there was nothing humorous in the scientist’s eyes. If anything, it looked more like he was sharpening a knife and Eddie was the whetstone.

“Oh—right, yeah, sure thing, Doctor Octavius,” Eddie responded automatically, smile tense as he vaulted on the stage instead of taking the short set of stairs nearby. No one seemed to really mind, despite the formalness of the event. Hooking his thumbs in his pockets, it was a struggle not to keep his eyes wholly trained on the symbiote that loosed a long-pitched whine at their close proximity.

“Now, as many of you may be aware, Mr. Brock was one of two known successful hosts that bonded with one of the symbiotes, notably this one. I’ll admit, I’m quite curious: what was it like, being at the mercy of this fascinating creature?”

Eddie swallowed thickly, Peter’s blue eyes intense upon him that he only surreptitiously met. With every moment under the limelight, he felt his self-control crumbling and a white-hot rush of adrenaline take its place. He was sick. He was so fucking sick and he hadn’t even touched the Other in over a month, their time together having been brief enough as it was. “See, that’s the thing. It’s not really a ‘creature,’ y’know what I’m sayin’? It’s alive. Maybe not our definition of alive, but it thinks, it feels—it knows what it is. Who it is.”

Disguising his adrenalized state as thoughtful pacing, he rounded away from Octavius who watched him hawkishly, conspiratorial murmurs ringing the crowd like mist, like gathering storm clouds. And he could hear it in waves. “Humanity often thinks we’re the only ones out there capable of thinkin’ about our place in the universe, of makin’ bonds so profound that even the sun feels cold to us.” A flash of red along the wall: a fire extinguisher. It looked heavy. Heavy enough.

In the calm before the storm, he placed his hand on the glass, barely aware of the flashing bulbs of the cameras. Venom reacted intensely, that familiar, savage purr as it pressed itself yearningly to the glass, a passion so heavy it weighed like blood. “’s alright. I’m here now, baby. I’ll get ya outta there.” If it could devour the oils from his fingers, the milky clear prints left behind, the lingering heat—it would. Starved, so starved, not even meat could sate that hunger.

“What was it like being its host, Mr. Brock?” one of the reporters prompted, a stern blonde with flinty-ash eyes. “Were there any detriments to your health? You look fine, by looks alone.”

Eddie cleared his throat, coughing into his hand. Octavius’ gaze was like irons on his, having seen it from the sidelong view he had of the tank. Eddie’s own faltered as he pretended to focus exclusively on the crowd, Peter’s enthusiasm faltering. Like he knew about the chaos to unleash.

Posturing to look as though he were preparing to answer the question, he instead bolted for the fire extinguisher and paid no attention to the sudden shock upon the crowd while Octavius’ smug darkness shifted to a frenzied possession. Lunging for the tank, Eddie manfully smashed the glass, taking several tries before there was a fissure enough for Venom to seep through and spring into Eddie’s arms. Despite the whizzing of bullets from the security guards stationed nearby, Venom craned up to lick Eddie’s lips in a semblance of a kiss, wanting to sink into it. To be enveloped and taken by that tar pit he’d feared.

“Eddiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee,” Venom crooned adoringly, wrapping around the blond with aplomb and all the anxiousness of before melting away. A massive black tarp of its nebulous miasma unfurled like crow’s wings around them, the bullets repelled uselessly. It nuzzled into his neck, content to stay there forever.

“Hey, Ven, we gotta get outta here. Y’think you can help me out here?”

A toothsome, wolfish smile of all fangs spanned its black lips, eyes narrowing in a feral cheer. “We’ll protect Eddie. We’ll keep him safe,” came its savage purr, all before the proximity between them closed with a harsh entanglement of mouth and tongue, Eddie forgetting to breathe and almost glad not to. Gradually, the eddies of his vision clouded away to a soothing blackness, one he never thought would’ve been.

And I’ll keep you safe, too—promise.

All he could remember last was rocketing into the very sky, smashing through skylights that rained down like shards of ice and incited a panic, Octavius enraged while the rest scattered. It was to be a state of emergency, sure, but little else mattered now.

All faded to black.

#eddie brock #peter parker #venom #spiderman #symbrock #j jonah jameson #otto octavius #crossover #my writing #i didn't think i'd be writing a multi fic for them in less than a day but here i am lel--

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froggydarren · 5 years

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Dylan O/Tyler H | PG | ~2k | AO3

Summary: Winter break is the one time where everything is silent and unmoving, unchanging. When he gets to relax and just be Tyler, be with his family. And then a call comes in.

A/N: Written for the @fullmoonficlet challenge - #308: amnesty (for the #50 prompt: holiday)

It's the only time when he gets to sit back, relax, do nothing for a little while. Sure, he doesn't currently have jobs lined up—didn't have any for a while—but that doesn't mean that he's free to do whatever he wants. There are auditions, photo shoots, acting and voice coaching classes that he keeps going to. And there are other things he's doing that all add up to being not only busy in general, but also barely ever at home.

And being away from home for so much of the year also means not getting to see the people he cares about.

So when it's the holidays, Tyler turns off his phone, sets his emails on vacation reply mode, and just... checks out. He's not Tyler Hoechlin, star of Teen Wolf and Supergirl, he's just... Hoech. Tyler. Uncle Ty. Whatever the name is that the people he's with choose to call him. The kids in the family barely recognize him, especially the younger ones who didn't see him enough over the past year and it hurts even though he's aware that he chose the career he has. A part of him wants to switch to something that would keep him home more, but he's at a loss for what that would be.

He loves acting, he does. He has fun with the things that it encompasses—the dressing up, the slipping into someone else's shoes, the way he gets to feel things that he normally wouldn't.

The people.

Most of all, he loves the people he gets to meet along the way. Even those whom he doesn't get to see as much as he'd love to. More so those whom he keeps in touch with no matter where life takes them.

He spends two solid days with Colton, in his new house and with no one else around. It's just before the actual holidays start and the house has long been decorated like Christmas exploded all over the place. Tyler loves it and he loves to see Colton glow with happiness again. It's been a shit year and Tyler hasn't been around as much as he should have.

"Hoech, shut up," Colton tells him when Tyler tries to apologize. "You had your own shit going on."

"Nothing as what you went through."

"Different. And some of mine worked out, in the end," Colton says, fiddling with his wedding ring. "And don't you dare feel guilty about that," he tells Tyler when he notices the way Tyler's face falls at the reminder of the wedding itself. "We're not talking about that one again."

"Fine. I'm just glad you're okay," Tyler tells him.

"Me too, man. Me too."

They're great days, full of laughter and reminiscing and talking. More talking than Tyler has done in months, because there are things he doesn't—can't—discuss with everyone and with Colton's life having gone to shit a few months ago, Tyler didn't think it right to pile on his own, relatively insignificant, issues.

When he leaves Colton's place, it's to head home to his family. That's where he spends the main part of the holidays, where he has his big dinner after the kids wake everyone up on Christmas Day to open presents. It's where he is when his private phone rings once the family has dispersed again to their own homes.

It's a phone that only very few people have the number for. Colton. Holland. Ian. A select few of the people from the movies he did. Tanner.

Dylan.

The one person who didn't get in touch in a long time. The one person who managed to flip Tyler's life around this year without even knowing he did.

"Hey," Tyler says when he picks up, quietly, trying to hide the tremble in his voice.

"Hoech."

There's a pause and Tyler wonders whether he's supposed to speak. What he's supposed to say.

"Happy holidays," Dylan says before Tyler can.

It's awkward. It's weird in a way that things never really were with Dylan. But then, everything was different until now.

"Merry Christmas," Tyler tells him. "Hope you're having a good one."

"Yeah," Dylan replies, a little too fast. "Yeah, it's cool. Mom and Dad say hi, by the way. And I'm going to see Jules for New Year's."

"That's good. Should be fun."

"Should be, yeah," Dylan agrees and Tyler can hear the deep breath that he takes. "So, how are you? Good holidays?"

"Mom and Dad's, so yeah. Busy. Noisy. More kids than last year," Tyler says with a chuckle. "It was an early morning."

"Bet it was. Part of the fun though, isn't it?"

They both go silent then, after Tyler's agreeing hum. It’s weird. He does and at the same time doesn't understand why. As far as the outside world, as far as anyone else is concerned, nothing has changed. They've gone a long time without talking before, had months when the only thing between them were random pointless text messages. There was that time when Posey called Tyler from a convention panel while Dylan was at the panel too and wasn't the one calling. Tyler remembers how odd it was—when he watched the footage later—for Dylan to blatantly lie about not having Tyler's number.

Nothing should be different. And yet, somehow, right now it is. It has been ever since Tanner sent Tyler the link to an article talking about Dylan and Britt. Ever since Tyler looked at her Instagram and confirmed that she's most definitely not with Dylan anymore. Which is something that Dylan didn't mention.

"So, uh, you think you'll be home before New Year's?"

Tyler startles a little when Dylan breaks the silence on the line. Then he hums noncommittally, not really sure if he's going to head to his place or if he's going to stay here, letting his parents fuss over him.

"I mean, I'm gonna fly out on Sunday, but...."

Dylan's pause makes Tyler want to interrupt it with something, anything, just so they don't have another awkward silence. But he has a vague idea where Dylan's train of thought is going and he doesn't want to derail it.

"If you're home, would you mind if I came over?" Dylan finally asks, the first clear thing he's said since Tyler answered his call.

At first, Tyler nods. Because of course it's okay for Dylan to visit and the answer will always be that no, he absolutely doesn't mind. Then he remembers that he's on the phone.

"I wouldn't mind at all," he says. "You know this."

"Well, yeah, but—" Dylan pauses to take a breath, "—it's been a while."

"Nothing's changed, D."

That's a lie and Tyler knows it. But it's also true in a way, because nothing has changed about his feelings for Dylan.

"Maybe it's time it did," Dylan says quietly. "Maybe..."

"Dylan?" Tyler asks when Dylan's voice fades out into silence again and stays like that for a while.

"Look. When I come over, okay? Just let me know when you'll be home. And where home is now," Dylan says, sounding like he's trying to finish the conversation. Sounding like he's avoiding a clear answer.

"Okay. Before Sunday?"

"Yeah," Dylan confirms. "Enjoy your holiday, Hoech."

Tyler returns the wish and then the call disconnects and he's left holding his phone and staring at the screen in confusion.

He doesn't get an answer to all the questions that he has for another two days. He's home then, in his own place, and he's trying not to keep checking the text message from Dylan where he said that he'd be over soon. Of course, "soon" is a very loose term considering the traffic can be crazy, especially during the holiday season. But it's been three hours and even though Dylan's house is anything but close, Tyler wonders if it means that Dylan has changed his mind about coming to visit.

Then he glances out of the window and can't help but chuckle.

Right there, in his driveway, is Dylan. Pacing. His car is parked and he's out of it, walking up and down the short pavement between the road and Tyler's house. Tyler wonders for a beat how long Dylan's been there but then he shrugs it off and heads to the front door instead.

When he opens it, Dylan looks up with a start, his eyes wide open and a little panicky.

"You gonna come in?" Tyler asks, smiling.

Dylan nods and walks over, then brushes past Tyler on the way in. The moment the door closes and Tyler turns his back to it, he has to back up right against it because Dylan's right there.

"Okay, I'm sorry. This is probably out of the blue and you maybe don't give a shit that way anyway, but..." Dylan starts rambling and his hand moves up and lands on Tyler's arm. "Look. I know you said that nothing's changed, but it has. And maybe it's too late for this, but if it's not—"

"Dylan."

Tyler's interruption makes Dylan's eyes widen even more, almost impossibly so.

"I couldn't before. Because we were never... I wasn't sure... and..."

"Dylan."

"Yes, present," Dylan says, then smirks. "I mean, I am. Present. A present. If you'd like."

His bravado is shadowed over by the way his eyes flicker from Tyler's face to the ground and then back again and the way he clenches his hands, both the one on Tyler's arm and the one by his side.

"Dylan?"

"Yeah?"

"Why did you want to come over?"

Dylan bites his lip before he replies, but he stays where he is and doesn't back off.

"Look, I know this is out of left field and I have no idea if you're even interested in me that way, though I hope I didn't read things wrong and you're not going to tell me that you're not interested in guys in general, but—" Dylan pauses, takes a deep breath, then meets Tyler's eyes. "Okay. Here goes. Do you want to go for dinner with me, some day?"

He looks absolutely serious and so vulnerable that Tyler wants to wrap him in a hug and tell him it's going to be okay. He also wants to blurt out the fuck yes that immediately sprang to mind when Dylan asked. But this is them and Tyler can't help it, the corner of his mouth tugs upward as he fights back a smirk.

"D, since when do we need this much formality to go get In-n-Out?"

Dylan's face falls a fraction, but then his eyes drop to Tyler's lips and he obviously notices the smirk that Tyler has a hard time holding back, acting skills be damned.

"You asshole," Dylan says when he looks up and into Tyler's eyes again.

"I thought you'd never ask," Tyler tells him, then can't help but add more, the smirk fading away. "No, seriously. I thought you would never ask. Whether you were available or not, I didn't think I was ever an option."

"I'm not gonna lie and say you always were," Dylan admits. "Not at the start. Not when I didn't even think to look at guys that way. But you happened and I thought it was just a starstruck thing. Then it wasn't, but I was with Britt. And well, now I'm here."

Tyler smiles softly and reaches for Dylan's free hand, then holds it for a beat. He feels Dylan's fingers twitch on his arm and then sees Dylan's tongue dart out and slide over his lips.

"I don't even know if I'm not too late for this," Dylan says then, suddenly hesitant again. "Am I?"

Tyler shakes his head.

"At the risk of being accused of sappiness," he starts, then he feels his cheeks heat up. "No. Never. Not too late."

"So, uh," Dylan starts, then licks his lips again and Tyler can't help but feel his blush deepen. "Dinner? Some day soon?"

"When are you back from Julia's?" Tyler asks, thinking it's probably too soon to ask if Dylan's busy tonight.

"A few days after New Year's. But, at the risk of being accused of being too eager," Dylan says, eyes shining with glee, "are you busy tonight?"

"You mean like, since I knew you were already coming over? Have I booked something else?"

They both chuckle and Tyler links his fingers with Dylan's properly, then tugs him a little closer.

"No, I'm not too busy," he says quietly.

There is no kiss to seal the deal. Not then and not later that night either. He does get a selfie from Dylan at midnight on New Year's that makes him smile enough that Tanner badgers him until Tyler tells him about Dylan.

A kiss is the first thing that happens right after Dylan gets back from the east coast and shows up at Tyler's straight from the airport.

Tyler is just glad that he decided to cook instead of booking a place in a restaurant.

#otp: tension and the spark #p: tyler hoechlin #p: dylan o'brien #jen's attempts at words #I'm hobrien trash and I'm not sorry #eternalhobrien

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atravellersfootsteps · 6 years

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Have you always wanted to start a blog but don’t know where to begin?

I get it. There is so much information out there and it can get overwhelming. Extremely overwhelming. The great news is that you are in the right place.

I am going to break down the process of how to start a professional blog into 10 super simple steps for you, and I’ll leave the technical jargon behind.

Step One: Picking a Good Travel Blog Name

When it comes to picking a blog name, it is important that you pick a damn good one! One that stands out from the crowd.

One of the first things you should do is write down several ideas or words that come to mind. Think about your niche and what you want to write about, but also allow yourself to dream big.

What I mean by dream big is set yourself up to develop and grow as your blog does, and not restricting yourself in the years to come.

Say for example you are a backpacker and decide to include that in your name but over time your travel style changes. You may have put yourself into a box as your blog clearly states you are all about backpacking, so working with 5-star resorts will be a challenge.

The same goes for if you blog about Australia, so include that in your name. You have basically told the world that your blog is about Australia. What happens if you move to Canada?

Rebranding and redesigning is expensive and time-consuming so make sure you take the time to come up with a name that you love, and that gives you the flexibility to grow with your blog.

When choosing a name, you will also need to make sure the domain and social handles for that name are available.

Key takeaways:

Choose a unique and memorable name

Consider what you want to blog about

Allow yourself to dream big and avoid putting yourself in a box

Avoid Clichés

Confirm that the domain and social handles are available.

Yes, a great name is essential, however, you can’t spend 6 months thinking about it! There comes a point where you just have to make a decision. A great name is important but it certainly isn’t as important as the content you produce down the track.

To check if a domain is available you can use the Bluehost domain name checker. You don’t need to buy your domain, just make sure it is available. This tool will also suggest other domain names for you.

For access to printable worksheets to help you decide on your name and niche, click here.

Step two: Set up your domain and hosting

After you have decided on a name and checked that your preferred domain (eg. www.yourblogname.com) is available, it is time to set up your hosting.

Web hosting is the service that makes your website available to be viewed by others on the Internet and is something everyone has to do.

Now I know what you might be thinking, why do I have to set up and pay for hosting when there are free options like Squarespace, Blogger etc?

Well, the answer is simple. If you have decided you want to make money from blogging or at some point you think you might, you will need a self-hosted blog. It is best to set your blog up correctly the first time to avoid technical challenges down the road if you do decide to transfer your website.

That is why I recommend setting your hosting up with Bluehost

Bluehost is the #1 most used and trusted hosting network on the internet and is very affordable for new bloggers.

The Perks of Starting a Blog with Bluehost

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Now I know this may sound technical, and maybe it just sounds overwhelming and scary, but I am going to walk you through the process step by step. Bluehost makes it so simple that it is hard to screw it up.

Ready to go? Click here!

Instructions for setting up hosting with Bluehost

Click here to start setting up hosting and you will be taken to the below screen

Click Get Started Now

3. Select your plan

4. Choose a domain, either a new domain or one you already own! This should have been decided upon when you selected your blog name. Remember, .com is generally the best option!

5. Enter your personal and package information

6. Enter your payment information and create a password.

And you have successfully set up your hosting, woohoo! Now it is time to install WordPress.

For a step by step video tutorial, click here.

Step 3: Install WordPress

If you, in any way want to monetise your site and create a professional blog, it is essential that you use WordPress. After you create your password, you will be prompted to log in and select a theme. You can then start building your WordPress site.

Finally, you will receive emails from Bluehost with your account and WordPress information.

Welcome to your new blog!! Now it’s time to design!

For a detailed video tutorial on how to install WordPress, sign up for my FREE e-course on How to create a professional blog.

Step 4: Choose a theme and design your blog

Finally, the fun part, making your blog look awesome.

The first step is to pick a theme! What is a theme? It is the template for your website, that looks great and does not require coding.

WordPress has heaps of free themes, however, I recommend spending some money and choosing a mobile-friendly theme you love. A good theme will allow you to easily customise your site and make it look great. You can search for premium themes via WordPress or Theme forest.

So how do you install a theme?

Go back to your WordPress dashboard.

Hover over “Appearance” and click on themes.

Choose and activate a theme, then go to “YourDomainName.com” to see it!

For a detailed video on how to install a WordPress Theme, click here.

Step 5: Install Plugins

Another great way to customise your site is with Plugins. If your theme doesn’t offer a customisation you would like, a plugin usually does.

For example, you can get a plugin to have a Facebook pop up appear or your Instagram appear in your sidebar.

So how do you install a plugin?

Go to your WordPress Dashboard

Click Plugins from the side panel

Click Add New

Search for a plugin

Click Download

Activate

Edit settings (where applicable)

Plugins are great, but too many plugins cause too many problems. Here are a few of my basic recommendations:

Askimet – protects you from spam

Wordfence – website security

Jetpack – For website stats

WP smush – shrinks file sizes

Yoast – the BEST SEO plugin out there

W3 Total Cache – will help your site run faster

Insert Headers and Footers – to quickly add code to the header of your site

Broken Link Checker – Checks your blog for broken links and notifies you on the dashboard.

Google Analytics Dashboard for WP (GADWP) – Displays Google Analytics Reports in your Dashboard.

Pinterest Pin It Button – Pins images to Pinterest straight from your blog posts.

Social Warfare – Used to maximize social shares of your content.

To see a quick video on how to install plugins, sign up for my FREE e-course on How to create a professional blog.

Step 6: Install Google Analytics

Google Analytics is the industry standard for tracking traffic. Google Analytics tells you how many people visit your site, where they are from, how long they stay, what type of content is the most popular, etc, etc.

The stats you get from Google Analytics are what you will use to pitch to brands and companies.

You will need to sign up for Google Analytics and paste the tracking code into the header of the website. I recommend doing this via the Headers and Footers Plug In that we just installed.

This is an example of what Google Analytics looks like.

For a detailed video tutorial on how to install Google Analytics, sign up for my FREE e-course on How to create a professional blog.

Step 7: Claim your social media handles

When choosing your blog name, you should have already looked into the social media handles to ensure they are available.

I recommend signing up with:

Facebook Page (not a personal profile)

Twitter

Instagram

Google +

Youtube

Tumblr

Snapchat

When you start out, it will be essential to only focus on one or two social media channels. If you try to succeed in too many, you may spread yourself to thin and succeed at none. Regardless, you will want to at least set up all your accounts and leave them sitting there for when you do decide to focus on them.

For more information on how to set up your social media accounts, click here.

Step 8: Set up an email list

One of my biggest regrets is not setting up an email list from the start. Your email list will become your greatest asset over time. Conversions via emails are much higher than via social media, and your email list is the one thing you own. It’s yours, unlike social media sites.

Some email services include Mail Chimp and Convert Kit.

You will need to create an account with an email service provider and then create pop-ups and forms to encourage people to sign up for your email list. The best way to do this is by offering incentives for your readers to sign up. For example a free checklist, worksheet, ebook, online course or webinar. These are just a few ideas.

This is an example of the opt-in I use on A Travellers Footsteps.

For a video tutorial on creating an account and building an opt-in, click here.

Step 9: Start writing

The first place to start is with a solid about me page. Don’t overthink it. Grab yourself a coffee (or a glass of wine) and write. Don’t worry about mistakes, just write and edit it later! Once you have nailed your about me page, it is time to start on the content.

You should already have a predefined niche, which you decided on when choosing your blog name. Write about topics in your niche. It can take some time to find your voice and unique style. Don’t be afraid, just keep writing and it will come.

Step 10: Publish and start sharing your content with the world

FINALLY, I hear! You can hit the publish button! YAY!

After publishing, it’s time to share your work with the world. You can do this through your social media networks and email list.

I use Hootsuite to schedule my social media posts in advance, which helps me to stay consistent.

If you want more information about what to do after you hit publish, join my free e-course on How to start a successful blog.

Yay, you made it!

By this point, you must be feeling just about every emotion under the sun. You really do deserve some congratulations because the hardest part is over. And by the hardest part, I mean starting. Starting is the biggest challenge, and now you have overcome that, you are well on your way to success.

Make sure you pin this article for later!

How to start a professional blog Have you always wanted to start a blog but don’t know where to begin? I get it.

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Wyman Crowned Mission King Of The Baggers Champion

Kyle Wyman Takes The Crown Despite Injury At WeatherTech Raceway Laguna Seca Broken elbow, be damned. Kyle Wyman is the 2021 MotoAmerica Mission King Of The Baggers Champion. Wyman did what was needed to do to earn the title on his factory Harley-Davidson Screamin’ Eagle Road Glide as the three-round series culminated on a sunny day on the Monterey Peninsula. Mission King Of The Baggers: Wyman Crowned! The three-round Mission King Of The Baggers Championship wrapped up on Sunday at WeatherTech Raceway Laguna Seca, and Harley-Davidson Screamin’ Eagle rider Kyle Wyman left no doubt, from the beginning of the race, that he would not only win the race, but clinch the title in dominant fashion. Wyman started from the pole and was never headed in the eight-lap race. He gained more than a full second on second-place finisher and Mission Foods S&S Cycle Indian rider Tyler O’Hara on almost every lap of the race until he decided to slow his pace just a bit towards the end. At the checkers, he took the win by just under four-and-a-half seconds over O’Hara. Third place went to DTF Performance/Hoban Brothers Performance Racing Harley-Davidson’s Michael Barnes, who added yet another podium finish in yet another motorcycle road race class on yet another brand of motorcycle. Wyman, who had broken his elbow in a crash last month at Road America, made a miraculous recovery from his injury, and he talked about it after the race. “Those guys are world-class doctors and surgeons, putting me back together, knowing exactly the timeline and how he needed to fix everything for me to be able to get what I needed to get done,” Wyman said. “Honestly, we didn’t make any changes to the bike ergonomically for me to ride it. It was just a matter of Friday it was like, okay, this is the lap time I can do without braking so hard that I’m screaming in my helmet. Then here’s a lap I can do when it really sucks. Then just decided from there how hard I wanted to push. I pushed pretty hard in the beginning of the race and saw the board grow pretty quickly, so I was pretty happy with that. I could kind of keep a steady rhythm from there and not have to brake too hard. That’s all it was. It was just more brake force and the more I have to hold my body weight, especially these downhill left-handers in 2 and 11 and stuff like that. Structurally it’s been good. It’s been a very fast recovery. If I was only racing Superbike this year, I probably would have ridden the Superbike, but both would have been a lot. I would have jeopardized both. So, my plan was just to focus on this. Pretty minimal laps for a race weekend. After doing double duty riding on the Harley only is like a vacation, so it was pretty awesome. Got it done.” Stock 1000: Wyman By An Inch Sunday at WeatherTech Raceway Laguna Seca started off with a bang as MotoAmerica’s literbike riders put on an amazing show in their only Stock 1000 race of the weekend. Motul Travis Wyman Racing BMW rider Travis Wyman showed his tenacity when he started from back in seventh on the grid and methodically worked his way to the front. Meanwhile, HONOS HVMC Racing Kawasaki’s Corey Alexander was in the lead and heading for the win…until Wyman descended upon him from seemingly nowhere with four laps to go in the 14-lap event. Wyman stalked Alexander, and then, on the final run to the checkers, he nipped Alexander at the finish line by a scant .032 of a second. Altus Motorsports Suzuki’s Jake Lewis also emerged from way back in the pack - a victim of a bad tire choice - to take the final spot on the podium just .286 0f a second behind Alexander. “The guys got my bike dialed in where I can get off of that corner (turn 11) really well,” said Wyman about his race-long surge to the win. “That was my focus going into this weekend, was figuring out 11. Overall, the guys just figured out a great setup for me. We struggled in qualifying and they threw something together for me in the Superbike race and it was a gamble and it paid off. We didn’t change the bike one bit from yesterday’s race to this race because I knew we had pace and I just wanted to focus on riding and not having to take another gamble, because we were good. I just got a terrible start and I had to work my way through the field, and I knew Cory and (fourth-place finisher) Andrew (Lee) wouldn’t make it easy for me. Lapped traffic came into play. I actually thought that I was going to settle for second because of how far back I was from Cory coming down the hill, but when I got up behind him in 11, I was like, ‘Man, I haven’t made a pass by the start/finish yet, but I think if I can get a killer drive, I could do it,’ and I did and obviously it paid off. So stoked for BMW and everyone.” Super Hooligans: Fillmore Over DiBrino Round one of the Roland Sands Design Super Hooligans QuaTTro Championship took place on Sunday with the road race portion of the multi-disciplinary series. Two KTM-mounted riders battled at the front with Chris Fillmore prevailing over his teammate Andy DiBrino by just .045 of a second. SportbikeTrackGear.com Junior Cup regular David Kohlstaedt rode his Indian to third place. “We didn’t ride together really at all these past three days,” Fillmore said in reference to his teammate DiBrino. “So, I wasn’t sure where I was going to be strong. I just figured it out throughout the race. I decided to kind of play the wise old thoughts and kind of sit back and watch and pick my place where I was going to make my move. I saved it for the last corner because I didn’t want to give him another chance to come back by me. So, it would have been nice to battle back and forth a little bit because we, for sure, could have done a little bit of that, but I went for the safe last-lap pass.” Supersport: Kelly Again M4 ECSTAR Suzuki’s Sean Dylan Kelly and HONOS HVMC Racing Kawasaki’s Richie Escalante continued what has been a season-long, round-by-round and race-by-race battle, but as has been the trend this season, Kelly, who started from the pole, prevailed with his seventh race victory of the season over Escalante. The two riders had their usual paint-swapping skirmishes during the 19-lap event, but they were joined this time by CV28 Racing Yamaha’s Cory Ventura, who followed up his podium finish from Saturday’s race one with a turn in a lead for at least a brief few moments. As the race approached its conclusion, things became processional with Kelly beating Escalante by a little over four seconds, and Ventura just under two-and-a-half seconds adrift of Escalante. “That wasn’t an easy race,” Kelly said. “I was really happy about the weekend. Truthfully, another solid job. We got the double. Did the pole yesterday. We’ve been in the fight the entire time. Just working away. Really happy, honestly, with how I’m working with the team. This is exactly what I want to be doing every single weekend. Definitely proud of the job. Today’s race was a little bit more tough than yesterday. Richie and I started off with some close battles and a few rubs, which is honestly one of the best ways to race. We’re tough competitors, but we have a level of respect, which is definitely necessary just to keep human. But it’s good. Cory definitely surprised me. I struggled to get by him for a lap or two. Just a different riding style I had never seen. Just a couple different things here and there. I actually almost hit him twice and decided to take it a little easy and study him a little bit more to do it the right way. So, I’m definitely happy about the job. Overall, just excited to get the double this weekend. We just have to continue. The goal is higher than this, so we’re just going to keep on working away.” SportbikeTrackGear.com Junior Cup: Scott Again The final race of the weekend was in SportbikeTrackGear.com Junior Cup, and Saturday’s winner Tyler Scott did the double aboard his Scott Powersports KTM despite facing a very strong challenge from Landers Racing Kawasaki’s Ben Gloddy. Scott started from the pole, but Gloddy was undeterred and kept Scott in his sights throughout the race, which included overtaking Scott on lap eight. Scott was equally undeterred, however, and he quickly took back the lead and maintained all the way to the checkers. Veloce Racing’s David Kohlstaedt, who was third in Saturday’s Junior Cup race one and third in Sunday morning’s Super Hooligans race, finished third in Junior Cup race two to record his third podium finish of the weekend. “It feels great to go back-to-back this weekend,” Scott said. “I couldn’t ask for a more perfect weekend. Great race today with Ben. It was definitely tiring. I knew he was there the whole time. Way more competitive than yesterday, in my opinion. We started going back and forth battling and saw our lap times going down, so in the last couple laps I decided to take the lead and try to set the pace for the last lap.”

Sean Dylan Kelly (40) leads Richie Escalante (1), Cory Ventura (28) and the rest of the Supersport field at WeatherTech Raceway Laguna Seca on Sunday. Photo by Brian J. Nelson For more info checkout our dedicated MotoAmerica Support Series News page motoamerica-support-series-latest-news/ Or visit the official MotoAmerica website motoamerica.com/ Follow us on social media: Instagram: @superbikenews Twitter: @sbknews Facebook: @superbikenews SBN Directory - add your motorcycle related business here

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