all of my feels for anthony head

Fairly Straightforward

A/N: Thank you so much to @mycroftswife for this ask. I am working on the other asks I have and am planning a new series. Possibly and Phillip Hamilton x reader. We will see. Make sure you send some asks to keep me busy and thanks for all the support I have been getting.

@mehrmonga

Title: Fairly Straightforward

Rating: Teen

Warnings: fluff, slight angst

Pairings: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Word Count: 1087

I felt arms wrap around my middle and breath fan across my neck and froze up. “I know your very busy. I know your works important.” I heard Anthony sing loudly behind me. I laughed at his childishness and pushed his hands off of my middle.

“Damn right it’s important. If I don’t fix this light you won’t have your precious spotlight.” I snarked back. I went back to work on fixing the wires in the back of one of the main lights. I had been with the Hamilton production from the beginning and worked as maintenance on the set. I had gotten to know a lot of people on the cast, Anthony included, and had become pretty close to all of them.

“You work too much. The cast wanted to know if you would go out for dinner with us tonight.” He practically begged. I had a lot of reasons to go but all of those paled in comparison to the one reason I shouldn’t go. Daveed Diggs would be there. My best friend of 4 months would be there and I had been systematically avoiding him for 2 weeks successfully.

“I have to go out that night. I am sorry.” I lied without a second thought. I looked over to him and saw him glaring at me. I raised my eyebrows in confusion.

“You can’t avoid him forever Y/N.” He stated with a harsh tone. I sputtered in shock and confusion. How did he find out it was Daveed I was avoiding? He rolled his eyes at me. “It’s not that hard to notice that you’re avoiding him. Every time he walks into the room you walk out. Every time you find out he is going somewhere with the group you say you have somewhere else to be.“ He started pacing back and forth on the floor in front of me. “The one thing I can’t figure out is why. Why are you avoiding him? Things were going great before. He is a mess now. He is asking everyone what he did wrong. I just don’t –“

“I like him.” I blurted out accidently cutting him off. Somewhere in the middle of all this his words had gotten to me. Was Daveed really upset?

“You what?!?” My head snapped up and I met Anthony’s wide eyes. “Why have you been avoiding him then?” His gaze softened as my bottom lip trembled so he stepped forward to pull me into a hug and coo gently in my ear.

“I- I shouldn’t like him Anthony he is my best friend. I can’t tell him how I feel but I can’t act like we are just friends.” I said shrugging away from him and wiping me cheeks before I grabbed my tools and went back to working on the light. “I just got to push him away a little bit.”

“No. Y/N you can’t do that. He is walking around like someone kicked his puppy.”

“I have to.”

Nervous. That is the only emotion that could remotely describe how I was feeling about this situation. Daveed had stopped me from leaving the commons room when he enter and had pulled me to sit with him. He looked determined to talk to me and I didn’t want to upset him.

“What did I do?” He asked serenely.

“What are you talking about?” I asked back innocently, looking at my feet and refusing to meet his eyes.

“You have been avoiding me.” He stated.

“No I haven’t”

His composure broke. “Dammit Y/N what are you 5? You have been avoiding me and I have no idea why. What did I do? I can’t fix anything if I don’t know what it is.” He said raising his voice in frustration and anger with each word. My face heated up and I felt sick to my stomach. His face dropped and his eyes stared at me. He looked so upset and I didn’t know what to do.

“I- I don’t know what –“I started not sure exactly what I was going to say before I was interrupted.

“YOU KNOW HE HAS A CRUSH ON YOU RIGHT?” Lin came in from the dressing rooms shouting with a frustrated look on his face and a flustered Anthony running after him.

“GOD DAMMIT LIN SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND LET THEM WORK EVERYTHING OUT THEMSELVES.” Anthony shouted and practically grabbed Lin in a head lock to started pulling him back down the hallway. Lin was trying his best to get out of Anthony’s hold him as they scuffled back down the hallway.

Daveed and I sat there in shock and stared after them before I began laughing. I heard Daveed begin laughing next to me. Before long we were practically using each other as support in order to stay up right as we continued laughing. When we calmed down I finally regained my breath I looked at Daveed. That’s when it clicked. DID LIN JUST SAY DAVEED LIKED ME? My eyes widened looking at him and he seemed to have the same realization as his face turned red and he began looking at the floor.

“I- I won’t deny what Lin said. I u-understand if this it confusing for – well may not I mean I figured you knew because – well you kept avoiding so you must have figured it out. I – don’t – I just- .” He said and became increasingly flustered when I didn’t respond.

I grabbed his chin and brought his face up to mine so I could smash my lips to his. He froze for a second in shock before grabbing my waist and pulling me closer until I was practically on his lap. We broke apart after a minute to stare at each other. “I like you too.” I smiled.

“Wow.” He said in shock before he rested his head on my shoulder and breathed a sigh. “That was more straightforward than I thought it would be.”

“I think you have Lin to thank for that.”

“Yeah your right I am going to thank him and then beat his ass.” He grumbled as he fit his head between my shoulder and neck. “He could not possibly have known you liked me.”

OH. God. There was one way that Lin would have known. I jumped off Daveed’s lap. “I AM GOING TO KILL YOU ANTHONY RAMOS!!” I shouted towards the dressing rooms. I heard a girlish scream from the hallway and a scuffle of a few doors to tell me that Anthony had fled.

“there’s this girl” (anthony ramos/reader)

summary: you know these conversations. you know them well. you know the slowly drawn out voices, you know the endless glasses of wine, you know the words spun carefully with delicate thread. and you know that these conversations never end well for you. because, as you said, there is always a girl, and that girl is never you. no matter how much you want it to be.

word count: 1397

a/n: lmao hi read this fic its incoherent and messy but i had so much fun writing it, it’s my first anthony fic so who could i dedicate it to except @linmanuclmiranda? i wrote this mostly for her, but it was so fun to write that i think i’m going to write a part 2 of it. also i’m not saying i wrote the whole thing in lowercase for aesthetic purposes but what do you expect from the worlds most extra bitch? i’m also tagging @femilton because she mentioned something yesterday about me not writing any anthony fics, i think her exact words were “kate needs more anthony fics and so do i” so here’s an anthony fic lmao

warnings: none, this is pure fluff lmao


“there’s this girl.”

anthony’s words echo out through the room. a gentle beginning. tugging at ropes and twisting them into pathways. it’s a night like any other. you and anthony. these are the nights that make you feel comfortable. safe. whether it’s the look in his eyes, the flow of the conversation, or the neverending glasses of wine.

anthony is sitting on the window sill. eyes cast out the window, watching rain trickle down the glass.

a tiny smirk toys at the corners of your lips. “there’s always a girl, ant. isn’t there?”

you regard your best friend of 5 years through knowing eyes. you reckoned you’d heard anthony speak these exact words approximately a thousand times, but even so, you’d sit here on nights like these and listen a thousand times more. because that’s what you’re here for. to listen.

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Buffy isn’t just a horror – it’s a comedy, it’s a thriller, it’s a coming-of-age drama. Whedon proved that you can have sardonic humour alongside all the serious stuff, you can turn emotions on a dime, and people love it. A laugh-out-loud moment, followed by a death. He changed television.
— 

Anthony Stewart Head, writing for the Guardian in celebration of Buffy’s twentieth anniversary 

My own feelings on Buffy can be complicated. When I think back on the things I’ve loved in my life so far, the things that have made a dent in me, my love for it is not as pure or as fond as it seems to be for other people, though I respect it beyond measure even with that. I’m grateful for it, still, in a way that is almost impossible to articulate, because it’s just that mind-boggling to imagine life without it. 

But this. I pull this out, from just one fine piece of many fine pieces written this week, from fans and from critics and from cast members and writers, because I think it is this more than anything else about it that has really stuck with me. More than character or plot structure or quirk of dialogue (except perhaps the speeches–damn if Whedon can’t write a good speech). More than strength and independence and courage. This willingness to blend tone and genre and world and mood is what I took from Buffy, into almost everything I do, and while I’ve hemmed and hawed about whether or not to say anything for the twentieth, there’s probably no better time to say it than now.

Thanks, Buffy. Congrats on twenty years of ruling the cultural landscape. Long may you reign.

Imagine the world getting to know you because of Chris.

A/N: Part 3! This one’s kind of like a filler piece, if I’m being honest. Still cute, but not as cute as what’s to come. 😉😏 You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’ and ‘Little Ways Away’ - Masterlist; ‘She Said Yes: Part 1/Part 2’)

Chris felt like throwing his phone when he saw yet another mean comment about you appear under his latest tweet. He knew it was jealousy, but it didn’t stop him from being angry. He wished he’d just kept his mouth shut until you graduated so the scrutiny and ridicule wouldn’t affect your studies, which you’d assured him a few times it hadn’t and wouldn’t. You’d been a fan of his for a while now, so you knew what his previous girlfriends went through- Jenny Slate, especially. So you were prepare for whatever the public was to throw your way, that and you had a group of very supportive and protective ladies constantly reminding you that you weren’t at all what they were saying about you: your mom, Chris’ mom and sisters, and Ava- of course. Then there were a group of writers: Salma, Taylor, Tori, amongst other names; girls you’d befriended over your years on Tumblr, who- to your surprise- swore they’d defend you despite your being with their beloved Christopher Robert Evans. As it turned out, your mini-series swayed them and they were now just happy that Chris was going to finally get the life, and love he deserved.

Chris’ phone buzzed as another comment popped up, he was about to turn off his phone when he saw that it was one of his fans defending you from the previous remark. He smiled because there seemed to be more in support of his relationship with you than against, so perhaps he didn’t really have all that much to complain about. His publicist was in agreement about not complaining as she was using his successful relationship with a fan to humanize him. She said, and he quote, “Chris Evans, all round nice guy with a heart so pure he falls in-love with the soul and not a status.” He wasn’t particularly happy about her using you to humanize him because that wasn’t what your relationship was about; he truly loved you. But you were; you wanted people to know how real and genuine Chris was, to see him as more than just Chris Evans, Captain America. You wanted people to see him as you did: underrated actor, transcendent director, amazing fiancé, and soon-to-be perfect husband and fantastic father. Your expectations may have seemed a little high to others, but you knew for a fact they weren’t unrealistic at all.

“I feel like this is my fault,” Anthony held out the latest copy of People Magazine for Chris to take, who did it and sighed upon seeing another headliner about the two of you. “I’m so sorry, man. I should have never said anything.” Chris waved him off, shrugging. “Did you at least tell Y/N it was my fault?” Anthony quizzed and got a head shake from Chris. “But I was the one who spilled the beans, I was the big mouth who said ‘bet you’re excited to get back to that fiancée of yours’ when you mentioned her name.”

“Yes you are, but she doesn’t need to know that. She won’t hold a grudge against me, but she might against you and we don’t want that considering you’ve just met each other.” Chris said and Anthony nodded in agreement, sighing at his negligence of keeping Chris’ and your engagement a secret. “She’s a fan of yours, but-”

“She’s a bigger fan of you,” Anthony rolled his eyes and Chris nodded, chuckling. “Yeah yeah, we’ve all read the damn mini-series where you’re just the perfect guy.” Anthony tried to be annoyed, but he couldn’t knowing how happy his friend was with you. “The kid really needs to stop putting you up on a pedestal and see you for the slob you really are.”

“Jealousy will get you nowhere, Mackie,” Chris joked and Anthony laughed. “At least she looks pretty in the picture,” Chris sighed with a smile when he let his gaze fall onto the magazine. The photo was a paparazzi shot of you leaving school with the headline 'Chris Evans’ fiancée, Y/N Y/L/N, star pupil at UCLA’. “God, can’t they just leave her alone?” Chris groaned, flipping open the magazine to check out the article; he was annoyed, but curious. “I know she’s interesting, but do they really need to write an article about her?”

“It’s a pretty good article, paps invading her privacy aside.” Anthony told Chris as he took Robert’s actor’s chair which was next to Chris. “They talk about her in school, the course she’s taking, and how they can see why you’re so smitten with her. It’s not one of those articles where she’s berated for how she looks, or what’s she wearing. It’s an actual intellectual journalist taking proper interest in the girl Chris Evans is with.”

“How rare,” Chris commented with a soft chuckle then proceeded to read the article whereas Anthony headed for his trailer as he was done for the day. Chris read the first paragraph and realized Anthony was right about it being a good article. The whole thing praised you, stating you were “a girl with big dreams and even bigger talents”; they even called you his “forever.” He smiled because he agreed, you were his forever. So what if some of his 'fans’ didn’t support the relationship? He had those who actually saw you for who you were, seeing how successful this relationship was going to be despite the age gap and the difference in social status- not that it mattered considering where you were going to end up once you graduated.

His phone started buzzing under his leg and he put the magazine on Robert’s chair while he reached to answer the call. He smiled when he saw your name and picture pop up on the screen, he found himself admiring your beautiful smile for a little while before he answered. He was missing you, that was for sure. “Good evening, my love.” He greeted and heard you giggle, making his smile reach his eyes. “Aren’t you in a very good mood,” he chuckled, “what’s going on?”

“Nothing, I just like hearing you call me your love,” you admitted and he chuckled again. “Are you filming, am I disturbing you?” You quickly asked before you continued talking, knowing you’d get him in trouble if he was due. It wasn’t like you had anything important to tell him, you just wanted to talk and hear his voice.

“No, I’m free,” he answered. “I’m never not free for you.”

“You keep saying that and Kevin’s going to hate me and fire you,” you giggled, making him laugh. “But I appreciate it, it’s good to hear your voice.” You told him and he smiled, silently agreeing that it was good to hear yours too. “Though I’ve been listening to it for the past hour, it’s still good to hear it.”

“What do you mean you’ve been listening to it for the past hour?”

“Anna’s podcast,” you told him. “You and Jenny could not be more obvious with the fawning,” you teased him and he rolled his eyes, chuckling. “Do we sound like that when we talk?” You quizzed, but didn’t give him time to respond. “God, no wonder Ava calls us insufferable. She says it with a smile so we think she’s joking, but if we sound like that- I don’t think she’s joking.”

Chris could honestly listen to you ramble on about nothing, bombard him with your random thoughts and queries forever, and not get bored. There was just something about you that kept him entertained, so much so that he could even give up Sunday football for that. Now that thought assured him that you were his one true love, 'cause nothing was more important than football and Tom Brady- nothing until you, of course.

“I love you,” Chris chuckled, cutting your rambling short.

You smiled at his sincerity, a little heat even rushed to your cheeks. “I love you too, baby.” He smiled back, then chuckled softly; he was still in awe that you were his fiancée. “And I can’t wait for these next thirty weeks to be over so I can be with you again.”

“Oh, so we’re counting weeks now?” Chris quizzed with an amused smirk, then chuckled when you noised confirmation. “Yeah, I gotcha. For some reason when we used months it seemed as though we added time, like when we were at two- we were really only at seven weeks.” You nodded with pursed lips. “Okay then, thirty weeks it is. I can’t wait to be reunited with you, my love,” he said with a smile that could be heard.

“The feeling is mutual,” you agreed.

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Part 4

Never Felt So Much

Anthony Ramos x Reader, ft. Hamilcast, Lin, Leslie, & Oak

Fake Dating AU

Author: Lil Lambie

Words: 2209

Warnings: Fighting, kissing, mild language

Request: Hi!! Can you please do Anthony and fake dating au??? I’ll love you forever and ever @linmanuclmiranda (I already love you forever and ever oops)

A/N: I did it guys! I kept my promise! I really am sorry about yesterday. Thank you the anons and asks today, you were all so sweet and made me feel so loved. It really made my day. Thank you all so much, without further ado…Fake Dating AU, with Anthony. Enjoy, lovelies!


“Hey! (Y/N), wait up!”

You stopped in front of the taxi cab and turned back in the rain.

Anthony was holding his jacket over his head, splashing in puddles as he ran.

“What is it, Anthony?” you asked, folding your arms over your chest, shivering in the rain.

He shook out his jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders. “Can we talk sometime? Like outside of work? Or now?”

You rolled your eyes and looked back at the taxi. “Cup of coffee?”

“Yeah.” he smiled. “That sounds perfect.”

He jumped in front of you and opened the door. You blushed and smiled at him, and slid in the back. He slid in next to you. You were both drenched.

“Where to?” the driver asked.

You told the driver the address of the coffee shop. He started driving. You pulled Anthony’s jacket off and rubbed your hands together, blowing warm air into them.

“Sorry,” Anthony said, “I just really wanted to talk to you.”

“Well, you sure don’t talk to me at work. Plenty of time there.” you said bitterly.

Anthony frowned. “Yeah.” he said softly. “I’m sorry.”

The rest of the drive was silent, aside from the hum of the taxi, filling the empty space.

“This is it!” the driver shouted.

“Thank you,” you smiled at him, reaching for your wallet. Anthony threw his hand in front of yours and smiled at you.

“I got it.”

He handed the driver a wad of cash, then put his wallet back in his pocket. He opened his door and helped you out, reaching for your hand. You reluctantly accepted it.

Anthony waved off the taxi driver as he drove away, then turned back to the coffee shop. “Let’s go in!” he shouted. He put an arm around your back and hurried you into the shop. He let go when you walked inside.

“Thanks.” you smiled awkwardly as he opened the door for you.

You ordered two hot chocolates and sat down in a booth. You sipped yours slowly, savoring the flavor and warmth. The feeling returning to your fingertips.

“So, Anthony…what did you want to talk to me about, so badly?” you teased.

Anthony smiled and rubbed his hands together, taking a quick sip from his cup. “I need you to pretend to be my date.”

“What?!” you shouted. A few heads turned, but the shop returned to normal after that.

Anthony spoke cautiously. “Please, just listen. A bunch of the guys like Chris, Lin, Leslie, Daveed, Oak, and I are all having a party get together sort of thing. They are all bringing their wives and girlfriends. I need a date. I-I…forgive me for the lack of a better word, I don’t want to show up empty handed.”

“You mean, single?” you spat.

“No! Please, (Y/N), it’s not like that!”

“Oh, but I think it is!” you shouted. You slid out of the booth, grabbed your jacket, and put a five on the table. “Thanks for the drink, Anthony.”

“Wait! Please!” Anthony ran from his chair to catch you.

He caught you at the door.

His hand was around your arm. You wouldn’t look at him, otherwise he would see you were crying. You felt so stupid and betrayed. You had thought Anthony just wanted to hang out and talk. Something you had always hoped to do. You weren’t close to anyone on the cast or crew, you were just there. Trying to fit in. Now you felt like Anthony was treating you like an object. He didn’t want to show up empty handed.

You bit your lip to calm the quiver in your chin.

“Please, (Y/N),” he said softly, “just let me talk.” You stayed silent, so Anthony took it as his cue. His hand dropped from your arm. “I didn’t want to ask anyone but you. I genuinely like you and think we should hang out. Look, I’m just trying to fit in too believe it or not. I may smile and look like I’ve got everything together. But some days I don’t. It’s the simple things that drive me crazy. Please, (Y/N), I need you. It’s just a favor. Nothing needs to come of it. Just one night. Please. You don’t have to do to it if you don’t want to.” He took a step back. “I don’t want to force you to do anything.”

You stood there for a moment, staring at your feet, watching the tears drip down the bridge of your nose. You tighten your arms around yourself.

“Fine.” you mumbled.

“What?” Anthony asked softly.

“I said, fine. Just text me the address and I’ll meet you there after the last show.” you glanced up at him before you walked out the door. He wore a face of bewilderment and guilt. His eyes were full of hope and were beaming at you. A single tear rested on his face. His lips in a small smile. His hair was obviously messed with, as it hung in his face.

You ran down the street without even thinking. Running away from the coffee shop, crying. You called a cab and rode it home.

++++++

You fixed your hair, humming a showtune. You had put on the best clothes you had. A red elegant dress. You dropped the iron from your hair and let the curl fall against your face. Checking the time, you finished getting ready.

You looked in the mirror and took a deep breathe. “Okay. You can do this.” you said to yourself. “Just one night. One damn night, and you are damn gorgeous. Let’s do this.”

You checked your phone for the address and went downstairs to the lobby,  and called a cab.

You arrived a few blocks away, at a large fancy apartment building. You took the elevator up to the top floor, and knocked on the last door.

“(Y/N)…”

He stared at you in awe.

You stared at him with disappointment and embarrassment. He was wearing a simple dress shirt and blue jeans. You saw past him and everyone was dressed in nice casual. Lin’s wife in a soft blue blouse and a skirt. Aside from her, no one wore formal  attire.

“You look…beautiful.” Anthony said.

“Thanks.” you pushed past him and walked in, taking off your high heels.

“(Y/N)?” you heard Lin call from the kitchen, “(Y/N)!” he ran to greet you and wrapped you in a hug. “It’s great to see you!” he said, when he pulled away. “You look marvelous tonight! So, you are here with Anthony then?”

You nodded slowly. “Yeah, Anthony and I.”

Lin smiled at you. “Well, go get him!”

“Oh, yeah.” you said softly. Lin walked back to his wife.

You walked over to Anthony, who was mid conversation with Oak.

“Hey, talk to you later, Oak!” Anthony waved as Oak went to join his date. “Hi,” he said softly when you walked up to him.

“Hi.” you replied.

“It’s good to see you. I’m glad that you made it.”

“Anthony,” you said sharply, through gritted teeth, “you didn’t tell me no one was dressing up for this. I thought it was a party at Lin’s. Not a beer and booze and blue jeans sort of party.”

Anthony frowned. “Sorry, I should’ve told you. But, don’t worry you look gorgeous tonight, no one is going to care.”

You sighed. “Well, if I’m your date and we are dating, what is our PDA?”

“Um, depends,” he said softly. “What are the boundaries?”

You eyed the bedroom. Anthony chuckled. “Hand holding, minimal kissing preferably on the cheek, and you have a limit of saying cute.”

“What’s the limit?”

“Zero.”

Anthony laughed. “You’re cute, (Y/N).” he smiled.

You smiled and bumped your hand with his. He laced his fingers through yours and you didn’t protest. The two of you sat down on the sofa. There were beer bottles and Lin brought over a bottle of wine. Anthony poured you some.

“So, how long have you guys been going out?” Leslie asked, his arm around his wife. He was beaming.

“Oh, um,” you and Anthony looked at each other for a moment.

“A week-” you said “Two months-” Anthony blurted out.

Leslie raised his eyebrows at you and grinned.

“Two months and a week,” you smiled, squeezing Anthony’s hand.

“You are a finish each other’s sentence kind of couple?” he laughed.

“Yup!-” you said

“-that’s us!” Anthony finished.

Everyone laughed.

“Okay, here is a juicy question.” Oak said. “Why? You work together everyday and have been for almost six months now, why the sudden interest?”

You looked to Anthony. “You wanna tell them, sweetie.”

“Sure.” he smiled. He turned to Oak and the rest of the group. “We’ve been on stage together for a long time now. Backstage, we would just chat here and there and (Y/N) really made me laugh. If I was tired, she really brightened my day and I was able to get back out there. I guess it’s just because she makes me smile and laugh, and I wanted to get to know her better.” Anthony smiled at you. You watched him, marveling at his words. “Because, I always had a crush on her since day one. She was and still is, the best dancer I’ve ever seen. She is my everything. Her smile. Her laugh. Her face,” he chuckled, “everything about her makes me happy.”

“Woohoo!” Everyone cheered. “Kiss her! Kiss her! Kiss her!”

You and Anthony blushed. You went in and he kissed you on the cheek.

“Boooooooo!” they yelled. “Come on!”

Anthony smiled and kissed you. Quick and subtle. Just enough for a spark. He pulled away.

“Yeaaaaah!” they cheered.

Anthony pretended to bow, “Thank you, thank you! I’ll be here all week!”

Everyone laughed.

As everyone resumed their normal conversations, you turned to Anthony. “Hey, can we go outside? It’s a little stuffy in here.”

“Yeah, of course.” he smiled.

You walked to the balcony, with his hand in yours. He closed the sliding glass door behind you. “Wow.” you said.

“Wow, indeed.” Anthony laughed.

The two of you were marveling at the distant city below.

“The city is so amazing, like mountains. They are so large not in their size but their heart and soul, the lights and windows are like a million stars all in one small. It’s all so beautiful, unique, and amazing.” Anthony turned, his voice softening. “Just like you.”

“Wow.” you laughed. “That was cheesy.”

“Yeah.” he laughed, letting go of your hand. “It was pretty cheesy, wasn’t it?”

“Anthony, I didn’t mean it like that.” you sighed

“No, it’s fine. It’s just a fake date,” he shrugged, “watcha gonna do trying to make it not so awkward.”

“Anthony?” you asked softly.

“Yeah?” he hummed.

“Did you really mean all of that?”

“Mean all of what?”

“You know,” you laughed, gesturing back to the party. “Everything you said in there. How I was beautiful, funny. How I made you smile and made you so happy. The things you said out here too. Or was that all just for show. You know, for the fake date.”

“No.” he said after awhile.

“Oh.” you looked down at the street. “Okay.”

Anthony turned to you and reached for your hands. “No, it was not all for show. None of it was. I was being cheesy comparing you to stars, because it’s unreasonable. You are more beautiful than the stars. They can’t make me laugh, smile. Not like you. They can’t dance. They can’t light up a room-” he stopped, laughing, and held your hands “okay maybe they can. But a million stars does not even compare to your smile, both on your lips and in your eyes. I am cheesy, because I am being genuine. I genuinely like you, (Y/N). I’m interested in you. I really have had a crush on you since day one. But, I didn’t think you liked me. So, I just took a chance and asked you to be my fake date, at this fake party, hoping you would fall in love with me.”

“What?” you said, “Fake party?”

“This party,” he said, “it didn’t exist when I asked you yesterday. It didn’t even exist an hour ago. I had Lin put all this together. Everyone basically knows, (Y/N), but I don’t care. Because, it doesn’t change how I feel about you.”

“Anthony…”

“I love you, (Y/N),” he smiled, tears in his eyes, “and I’m not afraid to admit it.”

You let go of Anthony’s hand and put your arms around his back. You kissed him. For real. It wasn’t quick and subtle. It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t something out of a fairytale. It wasn’t magical. But there was a spark. A spark that stayed and kindled like a flame. He was warm and soft. His hair softer than you ever imagined it would be.

His hand moved to just above your shoulder and one to your hair. It curled it back behind your ears and kissed you gently.

You were on a balcony, looking over the city, kissing Anthony Ramos.

He felt like home. He made you feel protected, safe, warm, and loved.

Love never made you feel so much.

Road Rage To Center Stage

Anthony Ramos x Reader

Warnings: SWEARING LORDY I am a sinner, extreme fluff!!

Authors Note: thanks for all the love for HTBTH!!

For starters, you’d had a long day.
It was Wednesday, which sucked to begin with because it wasn’t close enough to Monday that you could complain about it being the beginning of the week, and it was too far from Friday to be excited for anything. That put a damper on your mood to begin with.
Second, you’d woken up late and didn’t have time to get coffee, so you were tired and groggy throughout the day, which caused so many problems by itself.
Thirdly, you’d forgotten about the monthly meeting, causing you to be publicly humiliated by your boss in front of your co-workers, and therefore ruining your day altogether.
The fact that your best friends had canceled on you tonight for your usual girls night was the icing on the cake.
So yeah, you’d had a long day.
You were eager to get home and just relax, and chill out for once.
However, New York traffic was always unforgiving, and today was no exception. Traffic was bumper to bumper, and it seemed as though every driver on that freeway simultaneously forgot how to fucking drive a damn car.
You had honked your horn too many times in one minute, and you banged your head against your steering wheel as the traffic left you and a line of cars completely stopped.
You hadn’t ever met a driver on the road that didn’t leave you on the brink of a fit of road rage, but the asshole next to you topped all of them.
They were attempting to squeeze into your lane without using a blinker, causing you to slam on your brakes with a loud screech.
“What the fuck you bitch!”
You screamed as the driver sped up ahead of you.
“Motherfu-”
You pressed on the brakes again as the car stopped suddenly, and you leaned on the horn for a good 10 seconds.
You flipped off the car as traffic eventually cleared up, and you sped past them in your pursuit towards home.
Hardly noticing that the driver was behind you, you drove 15 minutes to your house, before pulling into the driveway and exiting your car. You heard a melodic laugh beside you, and you turned and suppressed a cry of embarrassment.
The driver, whom you had flipped off and screamed at, lived RIGHT next door to you, and you couldn’t be anymore embarrassed.
“Can today get any worse?”
You said out loud, and fumed.
Of course your day had to go like this.
Fabulous.
Absolutely fabulous.
~
Your neighbor locked his car, and proceeded to begin walking up your driveway, making your stomach wrench in fear.
He didn’t look upset, however, just amused.
“Didn’t know that I had a sailor as my neighbor. Hey that rhymed!”
You rolled your eyes and repressed a laugh, instead smirking.
“I didn’t know I had a neighbor who somehow managed to counterfeit a license.”
He laughed, and the sound filled your ears and left you smiling more than before.
“You got me there. Hey, at least you have humor about it. I’ve been told by more than one person that my drivings a bit off.”
“A bit off?”
You shrieked.
“You almost crashed into my car!”
“Oh contraire, my dear. You, in fact, almost crashed into MY car.”
He smiled, and you nearly melted into a puddle on the driveway, the fuzzy feeling of a crush blooming in your heart.
“Same difference. My point being, you’re a terrible driver and I’d advise you to stay off all roads until I see you, with my own two eyes, pass a driving test.”
He shook his head, laughing.
“Anthony Ramos.”
He stuck out his hand, and you shook it.
“Y/N L/N. Nice to have a name to match the driver.”
“Nice to have a name to match the beautiful face.”
You blushed a deep red, flustered to say the least.
“Well, I would stay out here longer, but the weather says otherwise,”
You had noticed that it was getting visibly more chilly.
“But if you’d wait a second longer then I have something to give to you.”
You shrugged, and gestured for him to go ahead.
He raced into his car, and immediately reached for the center console. You didn’t notice what he was doing, because you were way to distracted by his fluffy hair and adorable freckles to be curious in what he was doing.
He emerged a minute later, a piece of paper in his hand.
“Here. Open it inside. Until we meet again, Miss Y/N.”
He threw up a peace sign, and retreated inside his house. You waved goodbye, and then went inside your own home before it started to rain.
You flicked on all the lights, eager to see what the boy had written to you.
“Y/N,
I may be a bad driver, but I don’t have bad eyesight, because I was able to see the beauty in you. Sorry, that was bad. But here’s my number, in case you’re into awkward boys with curly hair and bad pickup lines.”
You scanned the note again and again, and you still couldn’t shake the smile off your face.
You grabbed your phone, and began texting the number.
“I’m texting you now, just in case you’re into angry girls with horrible road rage and an undying love for their steering wheel horn.”
You smiled, and closed you eyes for a moment, letting your mind soak up how your day went from bad to good in a matter of minutes, thanks to a boy with horrible driving skills and a fit of road rage.
He texted back a moment later, an emoji immediately drawing your attention.
“That’s exactly what I’m looking for! Well not exactly, but you just described yourself and well… never mind. But what I’m trying to say is that you may have been pissed off with me today, and I want to make it up to you. Coffee tomorrow?”
You blinked slowly, and tried to fight the smile that was creeping onto your face.
“Coffee heals wounds. Hey, I have one exception. I’m driving.”
You could practically here the laughter from next door, and you awaited a reply.
“I planned on being a cheesy gentleman and driving for you, but equality calls, so I’ll let you answer this one ;)”
You smugly grinned, and texted back.
“I’ll be over at 8:00. Be ready when I get there because I don’t plan on waiting :)”
“Affirmative.”
You rolled your eyes and laughed at his dorky comments, and shut off your phone and tuned into your current Netflix series that you couldn’t get enough of.
~
The next morning, you slammed the snooze button on your alarm at 6:00, then remembering where you had to be in 2 hours and jumped out of bed.
You showered and dried your hair in record time, though you somehow managed to shave your legs.
Hey, you went all out for him.
You winged your eyeliner and put on a dark red lipstick, then got dressed in your work attire to meet Anthony in exactly 10 minutes.
You zipped up your jacket, and put on your heels as you stepped outside into the cold New York winter day, and began the short trek to Anthony’s house.
You sat waiting at the door, staring at your phone, then, at exactly 8:00, rang the doorbell.
To your surprise, Anthony opened the door before you’d take your finger off the doorbell, causing you to jump back in shock.
“Jesus fuck. Don’t scare me like that.”
You said as your heartbeat slowed down.
“That almost scared me as much as the thought of you driving me around.”
He laughed and followed you to your car, hopping in the passenger seat as you drove to the coffee shop.
~
“So,”
He started as you sat down at a table.
“Why, in all my years of living at that house, have I never noticed you?”
You rolled your eyes.
“I moved here 10 months ago. I’m pretty new to the neighborhood and to New York City in general.”
He raised his eyebrows.
“You mean you didn’t grow up here?”
“Nope. It’s peaceful where I come from. It’s called quiet.”
He smirked.
“I just thought, by the way you drive, that you had always been around here.”
You smacked his arm, and smiled.
Anthony was a very animated person, always smiling or laughing, telling you stories and making you laugh.
It was a change from your usual morning gloom, which was nice, for once.
You exited the coffee shop together, and he shyly took your hand. You laced your fingers with his, and repressed a smile from bursting onto your face.
You walked back to your car, and drove him back to his house.
“Thanks Y/N. I had a lot of fun today. In fact,”
He glanced up at you.
“I’d like to do it again sometime. Tonight, if you’re free.”
Your heart leaped again, and you nodded.
“When and where?”
“How do I tell you this…”
He was silent for a moment, then spoke.
“Well, I’m an actor in a musical. It’s called Hamilton, and I want you to come see it. You don’t have to, of course-”
“I’d love too. What time?”
He smiled, relief apparent on his face.
“7:00 tonight, at the Richard Rogers. Be there at 5:30 and I’ll let you in.”
You smiled.
“Perfect. I can’t wait. See you then.”
You waved, and he disappeared inside his house, leaving you to drive to work, giddy with happiness and impatient with excitement.
~
You jumped to your feet, clapping, as the theater thundered with applause. You hadn’t seen a better Broadway show ever, and you were so incredibly proud of Anthony.
As soon as he exited the stage, you jumped in his arms.
“That was so amazing Ant! You’re so talented oh my god!”
He laughed as he hugged you back, and led you to his dressing room.
“Yeah, well, I try to impress the ladies.”
You rolled your eyes.
“Sorry, I meant ‘lady.’”
You heart did somersaults all over you chest, leaving you dazed with complete adoration for him.
“Thanks for bringing me tonight. I had such a good time, and it was so amazing to see such talented people come together to sing about a founding father.”
He laughed.
“Just doing my job. And I got to see you in the audience, so it was a 10x better show tonight than any other night.”
You blushed, and felt Anthony’s arms circle around your middle.
“Thanks for coming tonight, for even giving me a chance. You’re more than I deserve-”
You cut him off by pressing your lips against his, feeling warmth flood your body as he brought his head closer to yours.
You giggled when you pulled back, and he put an arm around you shoulders, leading you out of the room.
“I’m skipping stage door tonight. I have better things to be doing.”
You raised an eyebrow, and smirked as he led you through the theater and out the door.
~
3 years later, you watched as Ant took his final bows as Philip Hamilton/John Laurens. It had been an incredible ride for you and him both, an endless plethora of happy memories shared in this theater.
To your surprise, the cast members handed Ant a microphone, and stepped back from him.
“Hey y'all. As most of you know, tonight is my last show here.”
The applause seemed endless, but they finally ceased so he could continue.
“It’s been an amazing journey, all these years working with so many talented people, I wish I could stay forever. But I’ve gotta pass on the torch, and besides, I have something really important that I promised myself I wouldn’t do till the day I decided to leave Hamilton. So, here we go.”
He took a deep breath, and then spoke.
“Y/N, can you come onto the stage?”
You were utterly confused, and then you were being dragged onstage by Carleigh and Thayne.
They stopped you in front of Anthony, and he smiled at you as he kissed your head.
“Hey.”
“Hey. Ant, what is all this…?”
“Just wait.”
He addressed the audience again as they finally quieted down from the cheers.
“This is Y/N. She’s been my girlfriend for the past 3 years, and it’s been the most amazing, most enjoyable 3 years.”
You smiled shyly, and waved at the audience.
“She’s the most sweet, the most amazing person I’ve ever met. I’ve never met someone who was quite like you, which sets you apart, and makes you special.”
You blushed, and smiled as the crowd awed and cheered.
“We’ve shared so many memories here at this theater, and on this stage in general. You agreed to come here for a date, which happened the day of our first date, so technically, this was our second date.”
You recalled the day so clearly, and grinned as you remembered how nervous he was to hold your hand.
“But before that, it started with a fit of road rage from this one and bad driving on my part.”
You laughed along with the audience, although his driving skills had drastically improved now.
“But here you are now, from road rage to center stage. Which is why,”
He pulled a box out of his pocket, and got down on one knee in front of you.
You gasped and felt your eyes tearing up.
“Y/N, you’ve been my number one girl for 3 years now. You’re charismatic, beautiful, hilarious, and caring all in one package. What else could I ask for? I know you’re mine, but I want that to be forever. Will you marry me?”
You nodded vigorously, and tackled him in a kiss.
You laughed through the tears, and smiled down at him.
“From road rage to center stage, huh? I’m going to quote you from the first thing you said to me, hey that rhymed!”

Anthony- Tony Stark One Shot

Pairing: Tony Stark X Reader

Prompt: You have been Tony’s best friend since childhood. The Avengers are shocked that the billionaire allows you to call him by his full name, ‘Anthony’. They realize that you and Tony have romantic feelings for each other, and they try to set you up in three days.

Word Count: 1500

~~~

You had been best friends with Tony Stark all throughout your childhood. Although during high school you developed romantic feelings for him, you two were still platonically stuck together like glue. You could never admit your feelings to him, in fear that he didn’t reciprocate them. Unfortunately, you two were forced to journey separate ways when Tony went one way for college and you went the other. He became Iron-Man and you became a part of Doctors Without Borders, traveling the world to help others. With your separate lives, you eventually lost communication with each other. A year after your last contact, you were back in New York for the week and had decided it was time to pay an old friend a visit.

You walked into the Tower and notified JARVIS of who you were. The AI allowed you into the elevator and took you to the main floor. You stepped off the elevator and were met by five pairs of curious eyes that belonged to Steve Rogers, Thor Odinson, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, and Clint Barton. The five were sitting on couches, watching something on the TV. When they heard the elevator ding, they looked to investigate.

“Who are you?” Clint asked, bluntly.

“I’m Y/N. Is Anthony here?” You replied with a smile. You felt a bit self-conscious about being in front of five complete strangers in their own home.

“Anthony? You mean Tony?” Steve asked.

“Yes. Is he here? JARVIS told me he was.”

“I’m sorry, but how do we know we can trust you?” Natasha questioned, “After all, you are a stranger here.”

“Romanoff, it’s fine.” Tony interrupted stepping into the room, “Y/N! Long time no see.”

“Anthony!” You smiled as he pulled you into a tight hug, “I’ve missed you so much. How have you been?”

“Busy saving the world, but then again so are you.”

“I wouldn’t necessarily call it that. I mean I am helping others with illnesses, but it’s nothing compared to you.” He let go of you and turned to your friends.

“Avengers, this is Y/N. Y/N, these are the Avengers. I’m so sorry about them. I had no idea you were here until JARVIS alerted me.” Tony explained.

“How exactly do you two know each other?” Clint asked, clearly confused at the exchange.

“We grew up together, practically inseparable.” He turned to you, “Do you want a drink? Or do you want to see my lab? Bruce is currently down there.”

“Lab, definitely.” You smiled and he lead you away to the lab.

“That was very strange.” Steve said.

“I’ve never seen Tony talk to a girl that much without hitting on her.” Natasha stated.

“She must really mean a lot to him. He never cringed when she used his full name. He hates it when we do that.” Thor replied and the others simply nodded their heads in agreement.

~~

“It feels great to have my best friend back.” Tony said to you that night. You two were sitting together, eating pizza for dinner. The rest of the Avengers were all around you.

“So Y/N, what do you do for a living?” Steve asked.

“I’m a doctor. I’m in the Doctors Without Borders program so I travel to various countries and help vaccinate the citizens.” You explained.

“See? She’s a superhero all on her own.” Tony said.

“Anthony always joked about me having healing powers. I would always nurse him back to health whenever he got sick.” You added.

“That’s nice.” Natasha replied.

“Which country did you just return from?” Clint asked.

“Bolivia. Thursday, I leave for Mozambique.”

“Thursday? But that’s only three days from now? I thought you said you were staying for a week.” Tony asked. Sadness was present in his voice.

“Well it was technically six days. I spent three of them with my family. I thought I’d spend the other three with you. I haven’t seen you in a while and I’ve really missed my best friend.” You replied.

“How long are you going to be in Mozambique?”

“At least six months. AIDS and other STDs are extremely bad in sub-Saharan Africa. The death and illness rates are continuing to rise.”

“I say we have a party. You’re not leaving New York for God knows how long without attending a classic Stark party.” Tony said.

“You know how I am with parties, Anthony.”

“It will be fine. They’re loads of fun.” He begged with his best puppy dog eyes until you eventually gave in.

~~~

Over the next few days, the Avengers were able to observe you and Tony as you two continued to interact with each other. Bruce witnessed the two of you geeking out in the lab. Clint interrupted an intense tickle fight over the remote. Natasha overheard you explaining how antibodies worked to Tony, although she was positive he already knew. Thor saw you two cuddled up underneath a blanket, asleep on the couch at 3 AM. Steve was in the room while you were throwing grapes at Tony, trying to make it in his mouth. Wanda walked in on you cutting his hair cautiously. The team, except for Tony of course, decided that it was more than friendship between you two. They noticed how you would admire him when you thought no one was looking. They also took note of how different the billionaire was around you. He was happier and dialed back on his flirtatious nature.

On your last night, Tony held a party, as he promised. You didn’t fully grasp why he was hosting an event, but went along with your party animal friend anyway. Tony was standing off to the side, searching for you. With the crowd in his living room, it made it quite difficult to spot you.

“Looking for Y/N?” Steve asked, coming up to him.

“Yes.” He replied, “Have you seen her?”

“She was over by the bar the last I saw her. But before you go searching for her, I gotta know, Tony, do you love her? More than a friend?”

“I have no clue what the hell you are talking about.” Tony lied.

“Come on. We all see the way you look at her and the way you treat her. You’re a completely different man around Y/N. You also allow her to call you Anthony.”

“She’s the only person, other than my parents, who has ever called me my full name and gotten away with it. Don’t expect that since she can call me it, you can too, Spangles.”

“Fine, fine. I won’t call you by your full name. You didn’t answer me-do you love her as more than a friend?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact I do. I have since senior year of high school. I could never say anything to her about it.”

“Why don’t you tell her tonight?” Steve asked.

“I can’t tell her. She’s leaving for Africa tomorrow.”

“And this chance won’t come around for at least another five months. Tony, you’ve got to tell her. She feels the same. We can all see it.” Steve explained.

“In order for me to say it to her, I’ll need more booze.”

“Anthony, don’t get completely wasted tonight.” You said, coming up behind him. Both men jumped and you laughed.

“How much of that did you hear?” Tony asked.

“Just you wishing for more alcohol. Typical you.” You smiled.

“I’m going to go find Nat.” Steve said, walking away. Behind your back, he gave Tony a thumbs up.

“You look lovely as ever, Y/N.” Tony complimented you. You looked down at your red dress and shrugged.

“It’s not everyday I get to attend a Stark party.” You laughed, “Thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself, Anthony.” You reached up to straight out his tie.

“Will you come with me outside for a moment?” He asked. You could tell that his normal confidence was gone. He was a little bit shaky and nervous.

“Of course.” You replied. He lead you out onto the empty balcony. It overlooked the city. You admired the view in awe.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you something. It’s been on my mind for quite a while now.” Tony said and you nodded your head to tell him 'go ahead’. He sighed and you turned to face him, “Y/N, I love you as more than a friend. I don’t want you going to Mozambique tomorrow not knowing how much I care about you.”

“Oh, Anthony.” You laughed lightly, “You don’t know how long I’ve been dying to hear you say those words to me.”

“Are you saying that you feel the same?” He asked. You watched as his nervousness was beginning to leave. You smiled and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling his lips to yours. After the initial shock wore off, Tony wrapped his arms around you and proceeded to kiss back.

“Do you have to leave tomorrow?” He mumbled when you pulled away.

“I can push it back by a few weeks.” You replied.

“Good.” Tony said, pulling you in again.

First Impressions - Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader (Chapter IV)

Summary: Being at Pemberly leads an over-excited Phillipa to persuade you to stay for dinner. Lin-Manuel blurts some truths.

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1,718 (this is short because it’s both a filler and the pre-finale. aaa!)

A/N: The second to last chapter to this series! I can’t believe it’s ending so soon. I’d like to say thank you to @alexanderhamllton for always brightening my day. You’re the best. 

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The world had started to spin and nothing was stopping it. All you could try to do was slow down your breathing, take a moment to gather your thoughts, but seeing him made you angry. You let that anger ground you. The two of you stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, simply too shocked to say anything else. Phillipa seemed to sense the tension and skipped over to tackle her brother in a hug.

“Lin! You’re home.” She grinned, looking up at him.

That snapped Mr. Miranda out of his endless stare and he looked down at his sister. His expression changed completely and it was the first time you had seen the man smile. He looked at her so differently, like the sun was hung just for her. He looked happy, and it surprised you that the man had any tenderness in him at all.

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Title: endlessly

Pairing: RoyalChaos

Rating: T

Summary: Anthony’s not exactly sure when he realized it, but the door was always open to him. He only has the one to himself, but there are a million, billion others he has the ability to walk through. Linearity doesn’t exist, but at the same time there are a million, billion lines all travelling parallel and perpendicular to each other. No one else knows, and he thinks he might be the sole person in the whole world, maybe even the universe, to know. What he doesn’t know is why he’s so special.

Notes: time traveler!chilled, offscreen physical abuse, onscreen verbal abuse, implied sexual abuse, offscreen deaths, i swear it isn’t as grim as this makes it seem okay it’s actually pretty happy

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A Date Like No Other: Part Five (FINAL)

Originally posted by thezhenger

Author’s Note: Well, this was a pile of shit. Sorry if it seems rushed and choppy. I tried. A for effort.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: unprotected sex. (Wrap it before you tap it.🍆 )

Previous Part: Part Four


Trying to rid your mind of Chris, you were eating carrots and watching YouTube videos. You were about to watch Disney movies and eat ice-cream like you would after every breakup. But for one thing, that was what you and Chris used to do all the time. And the other, it wasn’t even really a breakup. There was no relationship to break.

Whenever your dark thoughts clouded your mind, you ate another carrot, the loud crunching distracting you from your running thoughts. Plus, it was healthy, and you were a very competitive person. So of course, you wanted to win the breakup- which was stupid because again, there was no relationship.

The first time you saw Chris after the wedding, he played it off like it never happened and treated you like his sister, which hurt a thousand times more than if he stopped talking to you. You played along and plastered a fake smile, not wanting to show how much it was affecting you. You and Chris were now back in Atlanta and haven’t seen each other since the plane ride back, which was a week ago. That doesn’t seem like a long time, but it felt like it considering that he usually came over to your apartment every other day.

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I Saw You Staring (Tony Stark x Reader)

Requested by poisonharvy: Tony - 33 (“I saw you staring at each other, I just wasn’t sure if it was sexual tension or murderous rage.”) SEND US A NUMBER AND A CHARACTER AND WE’LL WRITE YOU A DRABBLE!
Warnings:
swearing
A/N: requests and ships are open!!!

      The droning of the helicarrier’s engine could drown out a lot of things, but it could never manage to drown out Tony Stark’s obnoxious voice. The atmosphere after a battle was never pleasant, but it was never really depressing, either. You’d say it was more of a dull mix. 

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anonymous asked:

What are your favourite quotes/lines by other people?

“I never saw a wild thing 
sorry for itself.” (D.H. Lawrence) 

"Tell me how do you undo these years of bone knowledge,
these ways I loved you without even knowing it?” (Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz)

"When you return to something you love,
it’s already beyond repair.
You wear it broken.” (James L. White)

"Sometimes, the sea wants the city.” (Christopher Poindexter)

“be a scar. do not be ashamed of living through something.” (nayyirah waheed)

“I don’t do anything with my life except romanticize and decay with indecision.” (Allen Ginsberg)

“Do not go gentle into that good night,
old age should burn and rave at the close of day.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.” (Dylan Thomas)

"I’m trying to stop being the voice I shrink under.” (Valentina Thompson)

“I was your insomnia,
I was your grief.” (Anna Akhmatova)

"I am all at sea.” (Susan B. Anthony)

“My mouth is a fire escape.
The words coming out
don’t care that they are naked.
There is something burning in there.” (Andrea Gibson)

"You just don’t know writers. They’ll use anything, anybody. They’ll eat their young.” (Dennis Potter)

“You must suffer through the intricacy of feeling too much.” (Iain S. Thomas)

“Just because you fell in love with the river
doesn’t mean you must feed it your bones.” (Jeanann Verlee)

"But we both know how it goes—I say I want you inside me and you hold
my head underwater, I say I want you inside me and you split me open
with a knife.” (Richard Siken)

"My hobbies include editing my life story, hiding behind metaphors
And trying to convince my shadow that I’m someone worth following” (Rudy Francisco)

And there’s a ton more here!

-

d.a.s

Jealous

Originally posted by existentialsmokebreaks

(Gif not mine)

Sebastian x reader 

Word count:1675

A.N: I hope you enjoy the imagine, I don’t know how I feel about this. But I hope you enjoy it.


“And Y/n how do you feel being in the opposite side from Tony’s team, since you two did a film together and you were like one of his best friend.”Jimmy Fallon , the interviewer asked.

“I feel good actually, I liked how I’m on Caps team I feel like he was correct and that he followed his heart.” You told him.

“Yeah team Cap.” Sebastian threw his fist in the air.

“Y/n is a backstabber I hate her, I think that she should be fired.” Robert joked,which caused the crowd to laugh.

As of right now you are in a interview with Anthony, Robert,Chris and Sebastian.

Jimmy finally finished laughing “Alright I like your answer, Sebastian how do feel about the fans shipping Bucky and Nat?” He asked.

“I can actually say that I really liked them. In the comics, as you can see they were a thing for a short amount of time but I’m actually starting to gravitate towards Bucky and Y/c/n relationship.”

“So you want some Y/n action.” Anthony teased him.

“I mean who wouldn’t she’s gorgeous.” Sebastian smirked and the crowed when wild.

“Wow that’s strange I feel like Cap and my character have more in common.” You told him.

“Yeah I got to agree with that, plus I think I might be lucky enough to kiss her.” Chris added again making the crowd go wild.

Sebastian rolled his eyes and shook his head “You guys have no connection what so ever and plus you’ve already kissed her, I think I should be the one kissing her.” He crossed his arms and leaned back in the chair.

“Maybe we should do it right now if that’s all you want.” You looked over at Seb.

“Wait, wait, What is going on?” Anthony asked.

“He wants a kiss I’m going to do it.” You shrugged and leaned over to get closer to Seb.

“Wait are we really doing this?” Sebastian smiled really big.

“Yeah.” You told him but as you leaned over you just kissed his cheek.

The crowd laughed and Seb got all red.

“Wow, you can cut this tension with a knife.” Robert commented.

The interview continued like normal with no awkwardness between you and Sebastian you even played a game.

—–

You were currently with Lizzie in her room facetiming Scarlett, you were all currently talking about how she was doing and how we all miss her in the premiere.

“I know I miss you guys as well, but hey once we starting again in October you’re going to wish you missed me.” Scarlett said, as she was talking about her new movie Rose came in.

“Aunties!” She screamed.

“Hi Rose.” You waved.

“Hey Rose.” Lizzie copied your action.

“God she’s so cute, I just want to steal her away from you.” You told Scar.

“Hey she’s all mine, maybe you and Stan should get to it.” Scar pointed her finger at the screen.

“What are you talking about?” You felt yourself get red.

“Aw come on you both obviously have a thing for eachother, I saw that interview last night, he was dying to kiss you.” She told you.

“Yeah I was texting her when when I seeing it as well and it’s so obvious.”Liz commented as well.

“Alright I might have a slight cr-” But you were interrupted by someone knocking at the door “Excuse me.” You got up from the bed and walked over to the door.

“Hey babe.” Robert leaned in to give you a friendly kiss on both cheeks.

“Hey Rob what are you doing here.” You asked.

“Well I’m offended can’t I just vist my friend and after we’ve done six movies togeth-”

“Alright, alright I get it. What can I help you with?” You smiled at him

“Well I just wanted to talk but you were in you room so I checked with Stan but you weren’t there so I came he-”

You cut him off once again “Wait, why would you check in his room?”

“You know I don’t want to stand in the hallway anymore let’s go to your room.” And he walked away.

You walked back into the room and grabbed your keys.

“Hey your back, what were you doing?” Liz asked.

“Probably making out with Sebastian.” Scar joked.

“Ha-ha-ha very funny.” You rolled your eyes and shook your head ”Robert want’s to talk, I’ll be back in a few. Bye Rose.” You waved.

“Bye bye.” She waved back.

You walked down the down the hall and around the corner and saw that Robert was leaning against your door.

“Took you long enough.” He stood up straight and waited for you to open up the door.

You finally opened the door and he walked in behind you.

‘Want anything to drink?’ You asked.

“Some sparkling water please.” He made himself comfortable on the couch.

You walked over to the mini fridge and got him his drink and you got something for yourself.

“Here you go, now what do you want to talk about?” You took a seat next to him.

“When are you and Stan going to become a thing?” He asked as he took a sip of his water.

“Really that’s what you want to talk about.” You told him.

“Yeah I think you should make him jealous.” He shrugged his shoulders like it was nothing.

“That’s mean, plus that would never work he’s too smart.” You told him.

“So you’re willing to do it?” He chuckled.

“I mean I don’t-” But you got cut off.

“You do.” He clapped his hands “Alright, first you have to flirt with someone, preferably Chris since he’s the only single one then he will get jealous and tada he will admit his feeling for you.”

“That’s a dumb plan, what if he actually thinks I like Chris and he doesn’t say anything and ends up dating someone else, I’ll just end up feeling dumb and heart broken.”

“Never know till you try it.”

—–

As of right now you were all out for dinner, Anthony,Jeremy,Chris,Sebastian, Lizzie,Robert and his wife Susan and your self.

You were sitting next to Chris on your left and Robert on your right, with Seb sitting in front of you.

You had were still iffy on flirting with Chris, you had told him what Rob said and he said he was willing to do it.

“Just go for it.”Downey leaned over and whispered to you.

You nodded and turned to Chris.

“How about we go for drinks after this?” You gave him a flirty smiled.

You heard Seb laugh but you didn’t even bother turning to over to him.

Chris gave you a surprised look but quickly catched on “I’d love to maybe we could go out for a dance as well.” He gave you one of his perfect smiles.

“Deal.” You smiled at him and turned to look at the menu. You all order and now you were currently waiting for the food.

“Hey Y/n would you like to hang out after this?’ Seb asked very nervously may you add.

“Umm sorry Seb I already made plans with Chris, maybe next time.” You told him. His smile immediately fell, you almost turned over at Chris to tell him that you weren’t be able to make it.

“O-oh alright, it’s okay maybe next time.” He turned to his right and talked to Anthony.

“I feel bad.” You turned to Chris.

“It’s going to work trust me.” He placed his hand on top of yours, which to your luck Sebastian saw but you didn’t know he saw. He only saw that Chris placed a hand on top of yours and that you were smiling and looking profoundly into each other eyes.

“I’m going to get a drink.” You told him as you were going to walk away he grabbed your hand.

“Kiss my cheek.” He lowered his voice, you gave him a questioning look but did it anyway “Bring me a rum and coke please,babe.” He spoke in his normal voice once again.

You noded and walked away to the bar “Hi, can I get a rum and coke and a dirty martini.” You smiled at the bar tender, he nodded and walked away.

You looked back at the table and saw that Rob, Chris and Sebastian were arguing all the sudden Seb got up and walked straight to the bar.

“Hey Seb ar-” But you got cut off by his lips.

The kiss made you weak, it was passionate everything you imagined it would be like. Filled with butterflies and love,like if you were in middle school and you just heard that your crush likes you back. You were about to pull him closer but he pulled away and stepped back.

“Downey and Chris told me you were just trying to make me jealous.” He smirked.

“Did it work?”You asked and started to play with his tie.

“Fuck yeah.” He assured you.

“Good.” And you pulled him by his tie for another kiss.

“That’s my boy.” Chris yelled which caused you both away from the kiss and laugh.

“Let’s go back.” He pulled you hand, you were about to go but you pulled back “What? What’s wrong?” He questioned.

“I forgot my drink, if I want to get through this teasing I need lots or drinks.” And grabbed both your drinks.


“Remember when you made me jealous by flirting with Chris.” Seb got into bed.

“Oh god.” You covered your face “Don’t remind me again, but hey at least it worked.”

Sebastian laughed and placed his hand on top of your belly.

“Now we’re married and expecting our first baby.” He leaned over to kiss you “Goodnight babe.” And he turned off the light.

“Night babe.” You told him back, that night you laid awake thinking of the happy life you were about to have and how lucky you are to have all your friends in your life along with you amazing husband.

When you really Love a Woman

Originally posted by xxxjoanwongxxx

Paring: Sebastian Stan x Reader 

Warnings: Mild Language

Request: Hi! I just found your blog and gurl, let me tell you that Seb imagine was great! I wanted to know if you could write one based on his interview with James Corden, where his celebrity crush is the reader and she’s a Latina actress (like him, she moved to the US) and when he hears her speak with her accent + Spanish, he completely melts? If you don’t want to, it’s completely okay! 

A/N: So this was…short. Really short. And unbeta’d. What a surprise. For a change, I decided to write this from Seb’s POV. I hope you enjoy it, beautiful anon, thank you for requesting and don’t ever feel shy to request more, I love doing this! 

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It Was Me

Author: underthesebb
Pairing: None really, reader x Sebastian suggested
Word count: 2,416
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Mild language…that’s about it I think
Request: I got a request from an anon who wanted the reader to be onset or on the press tour.  I might do more like this depending on the reaction I get from this.  Don’t forget: you can leave a request here.

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“ When you live this lifestyle where you do whatever you want to do… I found after we finished touring for Mother’s Milk, that what I loved spending my life doing was playing guitar all the time. I loved learning about different colors that you can put through your instrument by studying all kinds of guitar players and just diging, really closely, the different ways that people use the insreument to get different kinds of sounds out of it. And I was having a really good time putting together different types of styles of guitar playing. I did nothing but that for the whole time we wrote and recorded BloodSugar. By the time we were done recording BloodSugar, it felt so good to be me. My head was just swirling all the time. I felt really free inside - like anything I played was gonna be a good feeling coming out. I felt that the type of style that I had come up with was something that could go to a lot of different places. It seemed like no matter what I did - if I told myself, ‘Play shitty, play like you suck’ - it would always sound good. Everything I did sounded good. " 

- John Frusciante

2

So Salt Lake Comic Con was an extraordinary experience.  

I met lovely people, attended panels, got autographs, and even got the two photographs above.

- I met Sebastian first.  He was lovely and sweet when he autographed my art piece.  His people moved the line very fast, so I had barely any time to say hello.  I said it was very nice to meet him, and he smiled that gorgeous smile and said it was very nice to meet me as well, and then the autograph people whisked me on.  

- I had my photograph with Sebastian later, and as everyone else has noted, he was kind and sweet and very keen to set everyone at ease (I was ridiculously nervous).  I told him that I loved “your Bucky” and didn’t even realize what I said until later.  I am smiling somewhat insanely in the photo, which pretty much encapsulates how I felt.  Words fail to describe how I felt after meeting him.

- I attended Seb’s panel after that, and he was funny and adorable, as others have reported.  One of the things that stood out for me from his panel was when he talked about writing short stories and taking creative writing classes in his spare time, when he’s not looking for his next job….  I haven’t been able to be on Tumblr much, so I’m not sure if someone caught that on video or has commented on that – I’d love to re-watch that segment and read any comments.  For my part: I was surprised that he writes in his spare time, touched that he shared what was clearly a personal thing, and I was endlessly curious – what kind of stories does he write?!?

- After Seb’s panel, I stood in an interminable line for the combo photo with Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan.  Meeting them both (Seb again) was amazing.  Chris was/is such a sweet human being, and Sebastian truly is the sweetheart everyone says he is.  I had a minute after the photo to tell both of them that I think their work is fantastic, and that I find the story they’re telling to be incredibly inspiring.  Chris leaned close and squeezed my arm and told me that I was so sweet.  His eyes were intensely blue, his eyelashes ridiculously long, and his expression was so so sincere that I caught my breath.  He made me feel like I’d done something great because I’d said such a simple thing.  By this time, Sebastian was crouched down talking to the child who was next in line for the photo, and it occurred to me as I was moved along, that both of these guys are so kind to their fans, so genuinely caring, and I was grateful to be amongst the people lucky enough to meet them.

- I was able to see the Chris Evans panel on Saturday morning.  He was thoughtful and honest and remarkably vulnerable for the short time he was on stage.  When he talked about how he quiets his “brain noise,” I was simultaneously grateful that he shared something intensely personal and already thinking about how I could use the phrase “quiet your brain noise” at work.  Earlier today, I posted this other observation about Chris at his panel:

I admire him so much.  HIs courage and willingness to be vulnerable are inspiring.  I have to admit though that I was frustrated when that fan (with the very best of intentions, I’m sure) asked him about his anxiety during yesterday’s panel at SLCC 15.  He looked briefly like a deer in the headlights.  And he even admitted that the question itself raised his anxiety levels.  He left the panel almost immediately afterward, and I wondered if there was a connection between that question and his leaving.  But perhaps it was just a terrible coincidence.

Enough said, I guess.

- Anthony Mackie joined Chris on the stage not long after Chris started answering fan questions.  It seemed like he helped set Chris at ease just being there, as did Hayley Atwell when she popped up behind Chris and hugged him hard (everyone has seen the photos).  After Chris and Hayley left the stage, Anthony settled in for his panel, which turned out to be the funniest panel I’ve ever attended.  I was laughing so hard at one point I couldn’t breathe.  He and the facilitator (who was fabulous throughout) were on-point (their jive rendition of Civil War lines was one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen); they had great chemistry, were impossibly sexy with their push-up competition, were thoughtful and thought-provoking.  I loved Anthony Mackie before; now I really really do.

- I was able to grab an autograph from Hayley Atwell right after Anthony’s panel.  She wasn’t scheduled for autographs then, but told the organizers that since she was there early she might as well meet fans and sign autographs.  She’s incredibly beautiful in real life, sweet, and funny.  She took her time with each person she was autographing for.  I was able to tell her that I was especially grateful for her work, because I’m raising two daughters, and having a badass hero like her for them to look up to is so important.  She looked really closely at me at that, and agreed in such a heartfelt way – I noticed her eyes tearing up as she thanked me.  I left feeling strangely proud of myself – I said something really really important to me, and she *got* it, so much so that it made her cry a little.

- I stood in the line to meet Anthony Mackie and get his autograph after Hayley. This was the slowest autograph line by far, because he took so much time with each person.  When I got to the front finally, I thanked him for being such an inspiring hero for my kids, and he said, “You are just the sweetest person. How can you be so nice?” and I don’t know what possessed me, but I shrugged and said,”Well, I am Canadian,” and he threw back his head and laughed that glorious laugh, and said, “Well, that explains it,” and shook my hand when I thanked him.  I left grinning, with his laugh ringing in my ears.

They are all such beautiful, kind, gracious people.  I feel incredibly grateful to have met them.

Fucking New England

Summary: Anthony and Ian get snowed in because of Blizzard Colbie. Anthony fucking hates New England, but figures it isnt 100% terrible.

Tags: First kiss, cuddle, fluff

Since I was snowed it these asshokes are snowed in also.

Words: I dont know, feel free to count them

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“Well, the flight is cancelled and probably will be for the next few days.” Anthony told Ian as he came in the motel room.


Ian looked up, shucking off his coat. “Dammit. I need to call Ras, see if he can take care of Daisy for a few  more days. Pip good?”


Anthony nodded, tossing Ian his phone. “Yeah. I’m going to head to the main office see if they have any extra shovels. I guess we’re going to get about 36 inches of snow.”


Anthony shut the door behind him, going towards the main office.


Stupid Boston and its stupid hotels that were all full and stupid outskirt motel and stupid meetings that HAD to be in New England and and stupid Blizzard Colbie. You see, this is why Anthony hates New England. Sudden cold weather, sudden snowstorms. In L.A., you don’t have to worry about this. In L.A. you know that the next day is going to be sunny and warm, maybe a little dry. No shoveling, no freezing fingers, no red noses.


Luckily the office did have a few extra shovels. “Not a New Englander, are you?”


Anthony smiled. “No, from the other coast.”


The man at the counter nodded. “I couldn’t survive there. When you’ve been in the cold for all your life, your body won’t survive the heat.”


Anthony tilted his head. “What about summers?”


“Thats why I have air-conditioning. Make the motel as cold as i want.” He nodded towards the door. “You should be heading back to your boyfriend now, the snow is about to fall any moment. And feel free to not ruin that shove, I only have a coupe -two-three more in the back.”


Coupl-two-three?


“Hes not my boyfriend, anyway don’t worry.” Anthony said as he backed out of the room. “I’ll take care of the shovel, thank you.”


“Have you ever heard of ‘couple-two-three’?”


Ian looked up from his phone. “Yeah, its a New England thing. Weird, isn’t it?” He shook his head. “Anyways, we should be good for the next few days, only thing we might have to worry about is the heating.”


Anthony plopped down next to him. “Why the heating?”


“Apparently its shitty. It warms up the room enough that we won’t die of frostbite but we should consider wearing sweaters to bed.” He smiled. “And you made fun of me for bringing three.”


“I didn’t think we were going to have a fucking blizzard. Fucking New England.” He leaned back against the couch.


Ian laughed. “I don’t know, I kind of like the cold.”


Anthony snorted. “Yeah, you can move up here yourself. I’m staying in sunny Los Angeles where jackets are never needed.”


“You’re telling me you’re not excited  to see some snow?” He leaned close. “Do you wanna build a snowman?”


Anthony shoved Ian off, laughing. “I swear to god, if you sing that while we’re trapped I will kill you. I will kill you and leave you out in the cold so the snow will freeze you and by the time it all melts I’m going to be long gone.”


Ian leaned against the opposite arm, picking up his phone that he dropped on the ground. “You think people won’t put two and two together? Last person to see me alive, get full access of Smosh, have a motive because you’re tired of losing in Food Battle…”


Anthony rolled his eyes. “You caught me. I just want to be the victor.” He reached for the remote. “What’s on tonight?”

Ian was an idiot.


A big, stupid, fucking idiot.


We won’t get frostbite, we just might have to wear more than one sweater, blah blah blah.


Anthony was freezing, despite wearing his and one if Ian’s sweatshirts. It was around four in the morning and it was about eleven degrees.  Snow was falling, but only flurries, not yet sticking to the ground. Ian was sound asleep in the next bed, not shivering at all while Anthony was shivering so hard he was afraid his filings were going to pop out.


Anthony wrapped the blanket around tighter, curling slightly within himself. He considered getting underneath the sheets too, but he didn’t want to risk catching whatever motel-disease is hidden in the mattress.


Fucking New England.

“Anthony.”


He felt shaking on his shoulder, and he cracked a eye open, seeing Ian standing over him. He glanced at the clock which read seven thirty-eight. “Wha?” He mumbled.


“Do you want my blanket? Your freezing.” He reached for his fingers that were peeking out. “Ice cold.” He threw his blanket on top if Anthony.

Anthony grumbled. “No…you need to stay warm too.” He was drifting back into sleep.


He felt weight in the bed lesson. “I’ll be fine.”


Anthony shook his head, reaching out to grab Ian’s sleeve. “Stay. Atop of my blanket. Sleep more.”


A moment of hesitation, and he felt the bed creak and more warmth on one side. A sigh, more adjusting and then settling. Anthony let go of Ian’s sleeve, opening his eyes. “Your a freaking heater, you know that?”


Ian opened back one eye, tugging up the blanket he covered himself with. “Huh?”


“You. You’re a portable heater. No wonder why you could live up here, I’m surprised you haven’t melted in L.A.”


He laughed, closing his eye. “It takes more than a little heat to convince me to move here.” He took a deep breath and let it out, promptly falling asleep.


Anthony closed his eyes too, not bothering to take notice of the tiny seed of relief he felt.

Anthony woke up with a rooster.


Or whatever that god-awful- screaming was coming out of Ian’s phone.


He opened his eyes, Ian still asleep (course he was, Ian was the type of person to have five alarms one right after another to wake up). Anthony shook him. “Hey, phone.”


Ian mumbled but didn’t wake. Anthony sighed and (sacrificing the warmth of blankets) reached over, not caring that he was putting all if his weight on him to get to his phone to shut off the alarm.


Ian woke then, Anthony right near his face. They looked at each other for a before he said morning.


Anthony wrinkled his nose. “Please, brush your teeth.”


“Your breath isn’t exactly rose and lilacs either.” He shifted, Anthony finally getting off of him. “Theres bagels in the fridge.” He said while going into bathroom.


Anthony stretched, not quite ready to leave the bed yet. He looked over to where Ian slept, pillow that has a drool spot.


When Ian came out some odd minutes later and seeing Anthony still on the bed, he taped his leg. “You getting up?”


Anthony shook his head. “Why do I have too. You can just serve me my meals.” He smiled. “I’ll be your friend if you do.”


Ian rolled his eyes. “Well in that case.” He shook his head.”No, but really. We’re going out to play in the snow.” He walked over to the window and opened up the blinds.


“Holy shit.” Anthony got up (taking the blanket) and walked towards the window. “Holy, shit.” Ian nodded.


The snow had to be about 2 feet high, and it was still snowing. Plows came in, but that was about 5 inches ago. The car they were renting was covered, a victim in the plows attempt to clear the parking lot.


Ian let put some air. “Always weird to see this much snow, isn’t it?”


Anthony shook his head. “Fucking New England.”


Ian nodded then went and grabbed his coat. “Come on, I’m serious.” He grinned. “Were playing out in that.” He zipped it up.


Anthony shook his head. “I don’t know who the ‘we’ in ‘were’ is, but you better go find them.” He sat down on a bed, laying back. “I’m perfectly fine in here.”


Ian grabbed his leg and shook it a little. “Stop being such a pussy and come on. I’ll be your friend, your best friend in fact.”


Anthony opened his eyes, Ian standing over him and wow that makes for a awful set up fro fanfiction.  But, he did have a pitiful look on his face. He sighed. “If I get infected of hypothermia, you’re paying my hospital bills.”


He stood up and reached for his shoes, Ian throwing him his coat. “You’re going to have to feed Pip, water my plants-”


“You don’t have any plants.”


“-clean my apartment, and thats only the basics.” He tied the laces on his sneakers, pulling his sweatpants back down. “You’re going to be my bitch, basically.”


Ian was waiting by the door. He waved towards the window. “Done?”


He nodded. “Yes.” Anthony grabbed his hood, pulling it over his head. “Okay, lets do this.”


When Ian opened the door snow blew in, covering both of them in a white dust that instantly melted. He took one step outside and looked at Anthony. “Should we shovel now or later?”


Anthony grabbed the shovel and the room key (he does not want to be locked out in this fucking mess). “Might as well.”


He stepped outside behind Ian (who was playing knee-deep in snow, the idiot) and closed the door. “Cold?”


Ian looked back and smiled. “I don’t know.” He reached back and grabbed Anthony’s arm. “YOu tell me.” And yanked him in.


You see, Anthony doesn’t do well in the cold. He doesn’t like cold showers, he doesn’t like ice tea, and he absolutely hates when he goes to grab coffee and the people accidently put ice in it. He drinks room temperature soda and water, takes warm showers even in the summer, and has is A/C on only to take the dying-aspect of heat in L.A. unlike Ian who asks for extra ice in his drinks, likes ice cold water, and takes cold showers all the freaking time. Whenever Anthony goes to his place its like he’s walking straight in Antarctica. He knows its partly due to the fact that Daisy could easily get heat stroke but still. He doesn’t think it needs to be below 0 in his apartment (Admittedly Anthony could be exaggerating but he’s freezing).


So when he was instantly in a pile of snow, Ian laughing above him, he was in shock. He guess he stayed their for a few seconds longer than Ian expected because he leaned over him (and was that ice digging into Anthonys back? Why the fuck is there ice?). “You okay?”


Anthony stared up at him and in a flash grabbed his arms and pulled him beside him. “What do you think?” He stood up, shivering.


Ian grinned up at him.


Jesus christ.


Playing in the snow wasn’t as bad as Anthony thought it would be. Ian was ecstatic, making a angel or two, dusting off the car and shoveling with too much happiness. His nose was red, cheeks even redder, and he looked so fucking happy. Anthony kind of felt bad for being a bit of a bitch.


“Here, want me to shovel?” He was freezing, teeth chattering.


Ian looked to him to the ground. “If you want.” He handed over the shovel and his fingers brushed Anthony. He looked at them, red and tight looking.”You okay?”


Anthony nodded. “Yeah, why?” He teeth chartered a little louder.


Ian let go of the shovel and grabbed one of Anthony’s hand. “Maybe we should go inside.”


Anthony shook his head, taking his hand away. “Nah, I’m fine.”


“No. Inside.” Ian grabbed the shovel from Anthony then grabbed a shoulder, then sliding his arm across them to bring him close. “Jesus, you’re shaking so much you could be a vibrator.”


“I hate you.” But Anthony laughed anyways.


When they got in the room Ian went threw his bag and gave Anthony a pair of his sweats. “Go change.”


Anthony nodded and went into the bathroom, toeing off his shoes on the way.


After he got changed and came out of the bathroom, Ian was throwing him a blanket. “Get in the bed, and try to warm up.”


Anthony smiled. “Ian, I never heard so bossy before.” He leaned back in one bed and suddenly another blanket was surrounding him.


Ian looked down at him and winked. “There’s more of that baby.” He laughed and reached for the remote, sitting next to Anthony on the bed. “What do you want to watch, you weirdo?”


Of course since it was a weekday nothing was on except for Maury. Ian put the phone on the table and asked Anthony if he was feeling warmer.


Anthony shrugged and shivered a little.


A beat of silence and then Ian wrapped his arm around him. “This will probably warm you up faster.” He made a face. “Wow that didn’t sound any better coming out my mouth then it did in my head.”


“Ian wraps his arms around Anthony.” Anthony said in a dramatic voice. “Hands slowly leading its way down to his ass. His nice, firm, delicious ass.”


Ian laughed. “Oh please, let me guess the next scene. “He cleared his throat. “Ian put his thingy in Anthony’s thingy and they went whew and th-“


“Whoa hang on.” Anthony sat up straighter, tearing his eyes off the scene. “I would top.”


“No, you would not. I’m so much more manlier than you.”


“How, please enlighten me.”


“For one.”  Ian held up one finger. “I have a beard. And not the baby scruff you got, but a full on beard. For two, I do the heavy lifting during filming…” He kept listing off reasons why he would top, thinking about how this was his life. He was discussing who would top during sex with his best friend so casually. Strangely this is a recurring conversation, had maybe once a week.


Anthony really loved his life.

Never mind.


Anthony fucking hated  his life.


It was around midnight, both of them watching a movie. A terrible movie, at that, and to make matters worse the hotel room was freezing.


Anthony shivered, wrapping the blanket around him tighter, glancing over at Ian. Ian, who’s doing just fine on his bed not trying to suffocate himself with the blanket Anthony threw over to him. Stupid freaking bowl-hair natural warmth Ian Hecox.


He went back to the screen.


A few minutes later filled with shivers and a few teeth chatter, he felt the bed dip and a blanket. He looked up and stared right at Ian. “You’re freezing. Again.”


Anthony grabbed his wrist. “And you need a blanket too.”


Ian smiled. “I’m going to be fine.” He started to move back but Anthony kept his grip on his wrist. “You going to let go?”


Instead Anthony lifted up his blanket. “You would be more useful to me if you’re alive.” he smiled and waggled his eyebrows. “Come on, you’re just so warm.”


Ian laughed and sat down next to Anthony who threw the two layers of blanket across his lap. “Oh yeah, talk dirty to me.”


Anthony smiled and lean back, already getting a bit warmer. He reached his fingers under the sleeves of Ian’s sweater in attempt to warm them up.


“Jesus.” Ian wrapped his hand around Anthony. “Do retain any body heat? At all?” His other arm went around him.


Anthony shrugged, shifting closer to Ian. Ian let go of Anthonys hand and wrapped that arm around him. “You uh…you okay with this?” Ian asked.


Anthony nodded and shifted a little closer. “Yeah.”


The (fucking terrible) movie was still playing, cheap camera shots that Anthony knew he could make better and cheaper looking green screen effects. Anthony was warming up slowly, and at some point they ended up on their backs.

Ian had one arm under Anthonys shoulder, also being a pillow to him. Anthony had one hand on Ian’s stomach,not for sentimental reasons but because it was comfortable.


“Is this weird?”


Ian moved his head so he could look at Anthony. “Do you think it’s weird?”


Anthony rolled to his side, Ian doing the same. They were best friends, knew each other through and through. Anthony found it creepy at times how much they did, he always found himself mimicking Ian or he would see Ian mimic him. Its not on purpose, no but its just that at times him and Ian are making the same face, same gesture.  They didn’t know everything about each other, there are still stories yet to be shared.but he knows Ian likes these crappy movies, knows that he writes short stories that are stored on his laptop, never sending them out to be publicized. He knows that Ian watches The Nanny still because that’s what him and his mother used to do when he was younger, knows that he doesn’t like the fact that people make a huge thing about him having ADHD, that he feels like an idiot when people try to talk about it.he knows that him and his dad dont have the greatest relationship, that he puts a pinch of sugar in his milk that he watches over his friends even when they don’t know it, that he makes sure they’re all comfortable. Knows that hes not great with new people, that he gets a little anxious and shy.


He knows that he acts differently when its just him and Anthony then when its them in a full group. It’s not a big difference, but Ian seems more comfortable when its just them.


Anthony shook his head. “No. Not really.” He brought his hand up, wrapping it around the back of Ian’s neck.


Ian smiled. “Okay, good.because I really dont want to get up.” He put his arm around Anthonys waist, hand in his lower back.


Anthony smiled and shifted closer, closing his eyes then falling asleep.


When he woke up he had a boulder on his chest.


Okay, so it was Ian climbing over him to turn off the alarm blaring from his phone.


Ian sighed against Anthony’s neck. “Why do you have it so early?” He mumbled.


Anthony laughed, hand coming back to Ian’s neck. “Because we have a plane to catch.”


He wrapped his arm around Ian’s waist, who in returned dropped his arms to Anthony’s waist.  ”I dont wanna get up yet.”


Anthony nodded. “Me either.” He sighed and started to move Ian to the aide, who in returned tightened his arms Anthony laughed. “You’re really clingy in the morning.”


“Shut the fuck up.” He still didn’t let go.


Anthony layed there for a second, happy for the warmth.He wasn’t even cold anymore, actually a little warm now but he still liked Ian being there. It wasn’t the first time they’ve fallen asleep in the same bed, not the first time that they ended up like this. It’s a familiar comfort, no awkwardness needed.


But Anthony has always been this comfortable with Ian, longer than he was with Kalel. Don’t get him wrong, he loved Kalel with all his heart and he thinks hes always going to love her but in a different way now. And he loves Ian too, like Ian loves him.


But maybe not.


Anthony looked down at Ian (who was falling back asleep , what the hell they have a plane to get ready for). It wasn’t really a new thought, him thinking about Ian that way. It just kind of came and left, never scaring him or anything like that. He doesn’t ever remember freaking out about it, never having an identity crisis for it. Not even when he was younger (although he’s pretty sure all he could think about was the closest thing to hump against).


“Stop thinking so hard.”


Anthony smiled. “Maybe I’m thinking of starting a fund to help your ugly face. I don’t know what type rare disease you managed to get, but I’m going to help you.”


“Oh haha.” Ian slowly rolled off of Anthony, arm still around his stomach. “What time is our plane?”


“11:30. We have about 3 hours.” Anthony sat up. “You want to take a shower first?”


Ian shook his head. “I’ll pack.”


“Can I trust you to get up?”


“Probably.”


Anthony stood up, dropping the blankets down on Ian. He went through his bag and got clean clothes and his towel.


Some odd time later when he came out of the bathroom, their stuff was packed and the shovel was gone. “The manager came around and I gave it back.” Ian said when Anthony asked.


Ian threw him an apple and granola bar. “Breakfast is ready.”


He nodded his thanks as he put his clothes ij his bag. “You taking a shower now?”


Ian nodded, going past him. “Ill be out in about 5 minutes.”


And true to his word Ian was out not 5 minutes later.


In that time anthony took the sheets of both bed and threw their bags ny the door. He was just tying his laces when Ian came out. He looked up. “Almost ready?”


Ian sighed and sat down next to him. “I want to sleep more.” He leaned back against the bed. “And I know you want to, too.”


Anthony nodded his head. “I do, but.” He put his hand on Ians knee and stood up. “We have to get on a plane.”


Ian grabbed his hand, sitting up. “Can’t we just catch a later flight?”


Anthony laughed a little, shaking his head. “Usually your kicking my ass out the door, what’s different?”


“I don’t want to get up ywt.”  He still was hanging on to Anthonys hand.


Anthony hauled Ian up. “Sleep on the plane.”


Ian wrapped his free arm around Anthony’s waist.  ”I hate sleeping while sitting.


Anthony wrapped his free hand around the back of Ian’s neck. “You can put your legs in my lap and sleep somewhat laying down.”


He was warm, hair still wet and cold. It was then Anthony realized what they were doing, being this close together.


And he didn’t care.


He let go of Ian’s hand, putting his of the back of Ian’s neck. He threaded his fingers in his hair.


Ian just looked at him, putting arm around his waist.


For a moment that was all they did, stare. Then Anthony leaned down.


He would love to say he felt fireworks, that years of pent up passion just exploded in his head (both of them), that this was the absolute best kiss in hia fucking life.


The truth?


It was a little awkward.


First off,  they bumped noses. Then they leaned the same way so they had a little game if who was going to tilt the other way and when they finally touched lips Ian had to yawn so he broke it. off before Anthony was making out with his tongue.


Anthony laughed. “That was probably the worst kiss i’ve ever had.”


Ian nodded. “Told you, I’m tired. And besides, my thoughts of you are to blame also. I had in mind that you were a better kisser, but then again you shouldn’t count your chickens before they hatch.”


“Whoa, hang on. I am a much better kisser than that had you believe.”


And before Ian could say “prove it,” Anthony did.


He put both hands on Ian’s cheeks, pressing his mouth against his. he parted his lips, egging Ian to part his and counted it as a victory when he did.


He out all his talent into this kiss,  as much as he could without making it seem like cheap porn. And when Ian turned his head a little to breathe, Anthony kept kissing him, trailing down to his neck.


“You have…you have a thing for my neck don’t you?” Ian said, tilting his head back a little.


Anthony nodded, dropping a few more light kisses before standing back up. “Ready to go now?”


Ian nodded his head and smiled. “What, you don’t want to be trapped in another blizzard? I think one is coming.”


Anthony rolled his eyes. “I would end up puking if i had to look at you for another 24 hours.”


Ian pulled on his sneakers. “Like your is any better to look at.” He stood up. “Come on, let’s go.”


He went to the door,tossing Anthony his bag. He opens the door, sun peeking out the sky and blinding them by reflecting itself off the snow.  


Funny, you wouldn’t have to worry about that in L.A.


Anthony sighed. “Fucking New England.”


He still hates New England, hates the weather and weird phrases and colder temperatures.


But he figured it was worth it when Ian wrapped an arm around his waist. “Try not to freeze on the way to the car, okay?”


So it wasn’t that bad.


But hes never moving here.

Kiss Me - Nash Grier - 0.4

Prologue0.10.20.3

Kat’s POV

Once security got a good line going, we started doing the signings. When the blond came up to us, Nash put a hand covering his mouth from me and whispered, “I ship it too.”

I rolled my eyes, “I can hear you.” A small smile played on my lips.

“Hear what? I didn’t say anything,” Nash said putting a hand on his chest. Then he turned to the girl, “Did you hear me say something?” He asked her.

“Nope, not one thing,” She smiled.

“Okay,” I sighed taking my feet off his lap and moving my chair away from him.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Nash laughed grabbing my chair and pulling me back. I just giggled and got back to the signings. Once we were done, we immediately left the room. Instead of putting his hand on the small of my back, Nash wrapped his arm around my waist. I looked up at him questionably.

“What?” He smiled. I rolled my eyes and just went along with it. Security was leading us to the back room. Once we got there, my usual group was staring at Nash and I. I realized that Nash still had his arm wrapped around my waist and turned around to face him.

“I’m going to go, umm, talk to someone. Alright?” I said. Nash furrowed his eyebrows and then nodded his head letting go of my waist. I sighed as I walked over to Sawyer, Meghan, David, Joey, and the British youtubers.

“Hey guys,” I said hugging Sawyer.

“Kat!” Zoe squealed jumping up and wrapping her arms and legs around me.

“You missed me?” I giggled.

“So much,” She nodded her head before kissing my cheek leaving a lipstick stain. I laughed and wiped it off.

“Kat!” Caspar yelled hugging me pretending to do the same thing that Zoe did.

“Hey Caspar,” I giggled. He kissed my forehead before letting me go. I greeted Alfie, Tanya, Jim, Joe, Marcus, Louis, and Louise.

“What happened to the look alike hotties?” I asked making some of them laugh.

“We’re right here,” I heard one say from behind me. I squealed loudly, jumping onto Jack the same way Zoe jumped on me.

“I missed you little one,” Jack whispered into my hair. “Finny, missed you more though,” He whispered before setting me down and kissing my forehead.

I turned towards Finn awkwardly.

“Well, come here,” Finn said holding his arms out. I smiled widely and jumped into his arms.

“I missed you so, so much,” He said. I nodded my head in agreement. I grabbed his face in my hands and kissed his cheek. He set me down, kissing the top of my head.

“I would love to stay and talk, but I really need to talk to Sawyer,” I sighed as Finn hugged me from the side. They all nodded, Finn kissing the top of my head before I left to an empty table with Sawyer.

“What’s up babe?” Sawyer asked once we sat down.

“I need to talk,” I sighed. He nodded for me to continue. “I’ve been thinking and I think it’s time to break it off with Anthony,” I said and looked down.

“Why?” Sawyer asked.

“I just don’t think I have any real feelings for him,” I said.

“Yeah, I don’t think you do either,” Sawyer sighed in relief as he took a sip of the coke can he had in his hand.

“Wait, what?” I asked looking up at him.

“I’m your best friend Kat. You feel pressured to be with him and I know it,” Sawyer said sitting up. I sighed because he was exactly right.

“Then, there’s Nash,” I started.

“Oh boy,” Sawyer sighed taking another sip of the coke before setting it on the floor and putting his full attention on me.

“My mom pressured me to be with Anthony, but with Nash, this is different. People actually don’t want me to be with him. I want to so bad though,” I sighed running a hand through my hair. “I know he likes me, he makes it pretty damn obvious,” I laughed as I looked at Sawyer. “I’ve known him two days, and I’m so comfortable with him, it’s crazy,” I sigh looking at the floor.

“Try it out,” Sawyer said. “Nash doesn’t seem like a bad guy, but if he does hurt you, I will kill him. Before you do any of this, break it off with Anthony. Don’t let the poor boy suffer,” Sawyer laughed lightly.

“Oh no, he isn’t suffering. I’m pretty she he’s having a lot of fun back home,” I rolled my eyes at the thought of him with Rachel.

“Thanks Sawyer,” I smiled as I stood up and hugged him. Sawyer coughed awkwardly as a sign that I knew all too well. I turned around and saw Nash and Jenn standing there. “Hey, what’s up?” I asked pulling away from Sawyer.

“They’re what’s up,” Jenn said pointing at the table with my usual group before crossing her arms over her chest.

“You can go,” I said patting Sawyer’s shoulder before turning back towards Nash and Jenn.

“What did they do?” I asked angrily.

“Anthony started it and Andrea and Rebecca added on to it. They were saying that Nash isn’t what they thought he was,” Jenn said explaining every detail. (This is Lohanthony not Anthony)

“They were basically calling me a home wrecker,” Nash sighed summing everything up. My hands balled into fists. I went up to them slamming my fist on the table in front of Anthony.

“What the hell type problems are you starting now?” I asked threw gritted teeth.

“Bitch, back the fuck up,” Anthony said putting his hands up in front of him.

“No, you need to back the fuck up. You just want to start problems about things that don’t involve you. You know what, tell me. Tell me what you know about what happened between Nash and I,” I said angrily.

“Calm the fuck down. Yes I was being an asshole to Nash, but so were-,” I cut him off.

“Don’t you fucking dare say that Andrea and Rebecca were too because you started it. Own up to this shit on your own,” I slammed my fist in the table again.

“Kat, calm down. I was being mean to Nash, I’m sorry okay. Is that what you wanted to hear?” He smiled lightly before looking away from me.

“Fucking look at me!” I yelled punching the wall behind him. He jumped and looked at me.

“What do you know about what happened between Nash and I. What is the full story in your point of view?” I asked with a small smile to annoy him.

“Nash kept on trying to hook up with you. You said no, because you have a boyfriend, but he kept on bothering you. Eventually, you gave up and let him treat like his bitch,” Anthony explained quickly.

“Exactly!” I yelled punching the wall again. “You don’t know shit! Next time, don’t get in my fucking business or anyone else’s, got it?” I slammed my hand on the table again. “Nash and I are good friend you little fucker. Anthony and I aren’t-,” I was cut off by Nash grabbing my waist and pulling me back.

“Let me go!” I yelled trying to kick, but he was too strong for me.

He set me down far away from them and wrapped his arms around me.

“Let me go set that little fucker straight! Let me go Nash!” I yelled. Punching his chest.

“You were scaring him babe. Calm down,” Nash said rubbing my back.

“That’s the point, Nash!” I yelled again.

“You were about to spill out everything about you and your boyfriend to them, that’s why I stopped you,” He said finally getting me to stop kicking and screaming.

“I’m tired of his fucking bullshit,” I sobbed referring to Lohanthony. “I’m tired of hiding my true feelings. I’m tired Nash. I’m tired,” I sobbed into his chest as I grabbed two fists full of his shirt.

“I know Kat, I know,” He sighed rubbing up and down my back for comfort. My phone buzzed for a twitter notification. I pulled it out my phone, Nash and I both looking at the screen. I immediately started running toward Anthony. Nash couldn’t catch up to me. I was so close until Joey grabbed me, Sawyer helping him as I kicking and screamed.

“You’re such a little bitch!” I yelled. “Why don’t you get off social media and say it in person?” I yelled and finally stopped kicking to get out of their grip.

Anthony tweeted about the whole incident indirectly to me.

’@LOHANTHONY: A bitch just went crazy on me, she needs to calm down’

Zoe came up to me putting her hands on my shoulders, “Come one Kat, he isn’t worth it.” She coed as she tried to pull me away.

“I love you and thank you for trying to help, but I really need to be alone right now,” I sighed, Zoe nodding in response.

I pulled away from Joey and Sawyer grips and walked out of the venue. Fans could tell I wasn’t in the mood as my fist were clenched and had a bit of blood on them from punching the wall and table. They didn’t come up to me if they saw me. I was half way to the hotel when I heard someone yelling my name from in back of me.

“Kat!” It was Jenn’s voice. I turned around to see Jenn and Nash running towards me. Nash began running faster once I turned around, beating Jenn to me.

He grabbed my face in his hands, “Why the hell did you leave? I was looking for you! Why would you do that? Are you crazy? I was worried sick!” Nash yelled as he held my face in his hands. Jenn caught up and hugged me, pulling me away from Nash.

“He deserved every thing you said to him,” Jenn said as she hugged me.

“I was so close to killing him,” I sobbed. Jenn pulled away and looked at my knuckles.

“We need to get this cleaned up,” She sighed.

Nash came up to me and hugged me, swinging us side to side before he lightly picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist in instinct. Nash looked shocked, but gripped on my thighs, to help me stay put. I stuffed my face into his neck and lightly sobbed, regretting the events that just happened. Not about yelling at Lohanthony, but pushing Sawyer and Joey. Having all of my friends see me in that state.

“I’m so sorry,” I sobbed into Nash’s neck as he walked to the hotel.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry about,” Nash sighed lightly kissing my shoulder.

Nash carried me the rest of the way to the hotel, kissing my exposed shoulder every once and a while. When we got to the hotel, Nash set me down, but kept me close by wrapping his arm around my waist. At this point, all I wanted to do was lie down in bed and cuddle with Nash. He carried me the whole way here and was worried about me. He obviously cares and I want to be there for him. When we got to the hotel room, I grabbed a pair of shorts and a tank top and changed into them. I walked out of the bathroom, but Nash led me back in with a first aid kit in his hand.

“Sit,” Nash said opening the first aid kit. I did as he told me to and sat down on the counter. He stood in between my legs and wiped off my hand with a baby wipe. He grabbed onto one of my hands to squeeze before using alcohol. I winced as the alcohol touched my hand, squeezing Nash’s hand tightly. Once he finished cleaning it, he wrapped my hand in gauze.

He closed the first aid kit and sighed, “You alright?” I nodded my head.

“Can I hug you?” I asked after a moment of silence, really needing one at the moment. Nash didn’t answer; he just wrapped me up in his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck. This feeling that I’m getting right now, the butterflies. It isn’t right. I can’t keep doing this to Anthony. I pulled away and kissed his cheek.

“Thank you,” I sighed getting up off the counter and out the bathroom door.

“I’ll be back guys, I need to call someone,” I said grabbing my phone and room key. They nodded their heads.

I walked out and began walking to the end of the hallway on our floor were there is a window. I sat down next to the window and dialed Anthony’s number.

“Hello?” He said into the phone.

“Hey, it’s Kat,” I sighed.

“Hey babe what’s up?” He asked.

“Anthony,” I sighed. “We need to talk,” I said.

“Kat,” Anthony said letting his voice trail. “What wrong?” He asked.

“I-I think we should see other p-people,” I stuttered.

“Kat, is this because of Rachel?” He sighed.

“What? No, Anthony I just,” I sighed.

“You just what?” He asked.

“I lost feelings,” I sighed. Anthony didn’t answer. “I really want to be friends though Anthony. We were best friends before this and we ruined it all,” I sighed.

“I guess,” Anthony sighed.

“I’m so sorry,” I said.

“It’s okay, if I wasn’t happy I would hate to continue a relationship, so I see where you’re coming from,” Anthony sighed.

“Goodnight Anthony,” I sighed.

“Goodnight Kat,” Anthony said hanging up. I felt a huge weight lifted off of my shoulders. I felt so bad to do it over the phone, but it had to be done. I let a few tears escape my eyes before I composed myself. I got up, wiped away my fallen tears and walked back to my room.

I walk back in the room to see Andrea and Rebecca in there with Nash and Jenn. Nash just sat there awkwardly.

“What the hell is this a fucking reunion?” I rolled my eyes and walked over to my bed.

“We wanted to say sorry,” Rebecca said.

“To who?” I raised my eyebrows at them as I get under the covers.

“You,” Andrea said.

“I’m not that one that needs the apology, Nash does,” I said lying down on my side. Nash’s eyes widened as he looked at me.

“We’re so sorry to both of you,” Andrea sighed.

“We shouldn’t have been mean to you because we still don’t know the story, but what we do know is that what Anthony said is obviously wrong,” Rebecca said.

“I don’t want my best friend to hate me. Even if I don’t like you Nash, Kat does. I have to suck it up. I’m sorry and I promise I won’t be mean to you unless you deserve it,” Andrea said finishing with a smile and hugged Nash awkwardly.

“I honestly have no reason as to why I was so mean. I want to say sorry though, I guess I may be a little jealous at the way you handle hate. I’m sorry,” Rebecca said giving Nash a hug too.

“Aww, my girls,” I smiled sitting up and reaching my hands out for a hug from them. They both hugged me tight. “Come on Jenn,” I laughed. We all hugged.

Once the girls left, Jenn went to sleep leaving Nash and I. I sighed and got comfortable under the covers.

“Are you going to sleep?” Nash asked. I nodded my head and yawned.

“All right, goodnight,” Nash said kissing my forehead and standing up.

“Wait, you’re not staying?” I furrowed my eyebrows.

“I didn’t know I was aloud to,” Nash lightly laughed.

“Come sleep,” I said lifting the covers. “Stay with me.”

Nash sighed before giving in and taking his shoes off. He took his shirt off and left himself in his jeans. I lifted the covers, allowing him to get under them. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close.

“You know,” Nash sighed. “I really don’t like Rebecca,” He laughed.

“Why?” I asked him with a small laugh.

“She just annoys me,” Nash shrugged. I laughed a bit.

“This is really just what I need to calm me down,” I sighed closing my eyes.

“What, sleep?” Nash laughed.

“No, cuddling with you,” I said looking up at Nash to see him smiling. I rubbed my eyes and rested my hands on his chest after.

“We’re still going to hang out after Playlist right?” Nash asked.

“Of course,” I said looking up at him. He just nodded his head before kissing my forehead causing a billion butterflies to swarm my stomach.

“I want to be there for you like you were there for me today,” I sighed not looking up at Nash.

“You were there for me,” Nash said laughing a bit. “You were about to beat Anthony’s ass when Jenn told you about them being assholes,” Nash said.

Then I got a notification on my phone. Nash and I both looked at it.

’@jennxpenn: I like listening to Kat and Nash’s conversations when I pretend to sleep’

“Jenn!” I yelled as Nash laughed making me laugh. Jenn started laughing and she turned around to face us.

“You guys always talk, like heart to heart,” She laughed. Nash and I just laughed.


I don’t know, do people even read my ff?