Lance: (laughing with Hunk) (casually rests hand on sofa)
Keith: (staring at Lance’s hand w the intensity of a thousand suns) (to himself) Touch it, Keith. Grab that boy’s hand. It’s right there. It’s right there. You fucking- Coward, grab his hand! Hold his hand! Cradle his hand it’s RIGHT THERE, you’re literally dating him, just go for it you coward-
Lance: (to himself) Is this boy gonna hold my hand or what
You don’t hold the beliefs that the NSPS has, but you ended up getting stuck in the crowd without the ableness to get out.
Credence literally catching your eye from across the crowd, despite the many people there. The eye contact was minimal, but there was something in his dark eyes that sparked intense interest. There was something heavy lying under his young stare.
When you do finally manage to get out, he’s the one who gives you the pamphlet containing information about the NSPS. He looks at you with a soft gentleness, and the way he holds himself is unsure. He looked broken.
You begin to show up more and more at rallies, and Credence does find some way to sneak away, if only for a minute to talk to you when he sees you at them. Discussions are quiet, and often invisible to the rest, but there’s something about him that’s pulling you closer and closer. More often than not though, he was soften spoken about his personal life, and seemed to really love hearing about yours.
Becoming friends because of your talks at the rallies.
He begins sneaking around, despite the knowledge for punishment, to talk to you more often. Usually during mid-day, because the excuse of, “I was running errands” was more plausible to use than using it late in the night.
You getting to know him little by little. Learning about his adoptive mother, and being so afraid for him when learning that she was abusive. He’s cautious to tell you about his little sister, but does so because he trusts you. He finally admits that he does what he does to protect her, though, if she knew that, she would fear him. This makes you question, but you save them for another time.
You’re always there for him after his mother punishes him. Whether or not it’s the night of(when he actually manages to sneak out undetected) or in the early morning after, you’re there to comfort him.
You’re the one to clean his lashes first, before wrapping them in soft gauze. His thanks is silent as he hangs his head You can’t seem to stop yourself as you reach forward, cupping his head and pulling him in for a hug. Credence stiffens before reaching around you, grasping your dress and crying into your shoulder. It’s then that he admits to himself that this was always the sort of affection he sought so long for.
After he cries away his pain, while you’re holding him, you give him a cup of tea and sit near him as he finally lets loose what’s been plaguing him.
Credence telling you about his powers, and how at times, they’re too uncontrollable for him not to listen to.
He admits though, that ever since you had come into his life, the darkness hadn’t been consuming him as much. He explains quietly, “I th-think I needed a constant good thing…” Sniffling, he wipes his eyes which were now red and hiccups, “You’re hel-helping me, (Name)… Please don’t leave me…”
Ultimately though, he’s grown to become quite protective over you, and if he’d had to succumb to his darkness to protect you, then he would if given no other choice.
Has a fear that you will leave him eventually, because it seems like that’s what everyone does to him.
Questions why you’re his friend when he’s the way he is.
Asks you if you’re ever afraid of him after he reveals who and what he can do.
You cup his sharp jawline and tip his head so he was looking at you, “I’m afraid, but not of you… I’m afraid of…. Of what this world is doing to you… It’s not fair.”
Helping him gain back some of his health so he could live much happier.
Making sure he gets enough to eat, and gets enough to drink on days when his mother doesn’t allow such pleasure.
He’s become quite a fan of your cooking, and really finds it pleasurable when you go out of your way to buy him a pastry or two when the two of you are out together.
Credence, surprisingly, being the one to admit his feelings for you.
It starts off with his usual, “you’re helping me” but he finally leads it to, “I th-thought maybe, I was seeing a mother figure in you, because it’s something that I’ve always wanted but it’s not j-just that anymore… It’s so much more…. And it sort of scares me, because I don’t know what it is… I’ve never felt it before…. Help me.” You nod to his words and give him a warm smile before setting a cup of tea in front of him. “I know the feeling… That falling sensation, huh?” He stares at you for a moment before nodding his head, ‘yes.’ “I’ll help you with it, if you can help me with mine.”
You begin volunteering at the orphanage with his mother, so you can be near him in case anything gets absolutely out of hand.
You’d defend and protect him with all you had if you the situation arose.
He walks you home on the days when you leave early.
Typically without his mother knowing so she doesn’t grow suspicious.
The two of you start holding hands while walking home, and despite you telling him he doesn’t need to ask, he still does very shyly.
Offers you his coat when it’s cold.
Your first kiss together being nothing more than a gentle peck when he walks you out after you were volunteering late one night.
He’s hesitant, looking around with wide eyes to make sure his mother isn’t around to see and leans in to press his mouth against yours slightly. It’s chaste, hard and slightly cold, but it was his first kiss.
But, alas, it was under the stars, in the chilly New York air and when you began walking home, he couldn’t stop himself from watching you. His fingers and lips are tingly, he feels warmth inside of his heart. Dare he say what it was he was feeling?
I’m literally about to scream, he deserved so much beTTEr my love. Reblogs and likes are appreciated, thanks dudes. Have a good one!
Listen, being a fanfic writer is the weirdest thing. You write alone, building a world in your brain, seeming like a normal crazy person in this large world. But then you post the story and it’s like a revelation. The gates of heaven and hell open simultaneously and you’re left in a dilemma because you are the focus of a thousand eyes and you are the focus of a thousand eyes. You might not even be using your given name and might be the most ignored person in the ‘outside world’ but in the space of your laptop screen and that story, you become some sort of a fairy godmother who grants the deepest wishes of people craving more stories.
Then you come onto Tumblr or some other site where fandoms hound, where you meet other people. Some of them turn out to be writers who have made you weep into your sodden pillow at 3 a.m. because of a 11 chapter fic. You feel like a termite in comparison to them and stare intensely at their blogs every day, creating wondrous imaginations about how they might be. There are pedestals for gods and then there are thrones for these mere mortals who are immortal in your opinion. You have hated the kudos button for restricting your love for them. You don’t dare to look them in the eye or chat with them.
And then one day they reblog one of your posts or like it or do something equally simple. You hear angels cry and have endless internal screaming chants, with a few tears trickling down your cheeks. You think you have achieved nirvana. Is there anything more to do in this worthless hellsite life, you wonder. What more could you ask for?
So you try to act mature and think you have made a fool of yourself.
Turns out, they’re equally pathetic as you and have been gushing over your work as well.
You learn quickly that you’re all on the same boat and that moment, that moment of realization is when you understand why words are magic and writers are ridiculously human.
Fanfic writers are the most attention seeking, tired, annoyed, dorky people and anyone who thinks that they are people you need to admire from a distance needs to try having a chat once. You’ll find the resemblance of lost puppies or old cats.
Aries rising - can come off as aggressive. direct and blunt. fierce and bold looking. feels more self aware than most
Taurus rising - enjoys looking their best and spending their money on nice things. charming and always looks very comfortable wherever they are
Gemini rising - prone to nervous habits and fidgeting. looks petite and is very curious. asks lots of questions. nail biters, smokers, androgynous types
Cancer rising - typical moody cancer traits. weight may fluctuate. moon shaped eyes and small noses. pale/fair complexion
Leo rising - their hair is probably really important to them or is what stands out the most about them. self-centered, usually, but not always in a bad way. warm and friendly
Virgo rising - nit-picky and critical of others. the person that suggests making lists. usually pretty reserved
Libra rising - so polite it actually hurts. usually has a nice butt. social, experiences life beautifully and socially
Scorpio rising - their gaze/stare is inexplicable. their intensity is everything. already knows what you’re up to and you haven’t even met them yet
Sagittarius rising - athletic usually and tall. you just know when you’re talking to a sagittarius rising. the cool guy/girl that makes you feel really special when you grab their attention for more than 5 minutes
Capricorn rising - poker face. you feel accomplished when you make them laugh or crack a smile. sees life as a great responsibility
Aquarius rising - usually androgynous like gemini. unique style, somehow it’s different than other people. comes off more detached than they really are. breezy vibe
Pisces rising - really soft and gentle looking face, with watery eyes. photogenic even when they’re not. gullible and rosy
BOI let’s talk about Neil “rabbit” Josten and Andrew “never lets his guard down” Minyard and how they inexplicably forget the rest of the world is a thing when they’re together???? Like
everyone knows better than to interrupt their intense eye contact. They’ll stare at each other for minutes at a time and matt’s just standing there off to the side, waiting for their bizarre silent convo to wind down. Neil’s the first to look away.
“Oh, how long have you been there, matt?"
"Just a few seconds don’t worry"
even when they’re not staring at each other, they’re both completely useless if one is looking. Neil focuses his entire attention on Andrew when the sun hits him just right and Kevin sighs and closes the notebook of exy plays they’d been discussing. Andrew is not-watching Neil staring at him, Neil is probably mentally composing a sonnet about Andrew’s shoulders or arms or pinky finger, and Kevin starts talking about Quebec, potato salad, and cello music because anything he says Neil will never be able to remember
they’re not much for PDA but also when the locker room is empty after a game, they might (always) make out against the lockers and sometimes they don’t remember that one freshman who was getting dressed in the showers and he squeaks in surprise when he walks in on them but they’re too wrapped up in each other to notice (or care)
dan is sure she could blow an air horn next to their ears, but if they’re sharing a cigarette, they wouldn’t even flinch. Nearly every day after practice while they wait for Kevin to finish up, Neil and Andrew share a cigarette in the shade provided by the court’s walls. They stand not quite close enough to touch but the space between them is almost nonexistent, and take turns smoking while gazing meaningfully at each other. Or Andrew will smoke and Neil will steal his cigarette and he’ll steal it back and on and on until the thing is burned down to the filter.
Nicky swears he caught them shotgunning smoke but his phone was "dead” at the time and without visual evidence he couldn’t cash in the prize money.
He’s still bitter about it.
one time they halted an entire game for a full minute because some asswipe had growled “Wesninski” at Neil and Neil got tripped up and twisted his ankle.
the combination of panic from hearing his old name and panic about not being able to play kept him on the court floor and Andrew was at his side in an instant. He ignored the rest of the players, the refs, and Coach in favor of kneeling on the ground and pressing his forehead to Neil’s. They whispered to each other for a full half a minute before the panic left Neil’s eyes and Andrew was content to sit back.
Neil at least had the decency to look sheepish when he saw the dozen people crowded around them, staring at him with varying amounts of confusion and annoyance.