and think i was one of those people who have that [my name][famous last name] thing going on

Why People Ship Reddie

I’m finally getting around to writing this post!! Thank you so much to all of you who messaged me (@richietozzzier @nikkiesea @coraz0n-delator @ardentverdure @fandomtrash2405 to name a few as well as a bunch of anons!). I just wanted to list some scenes from the movie and book explaining why so many people ship Reddie, so here you go! Please feel free to add stuff on :)


- A good majority of the time when either Richie or Eddie are on screen, they’re interacting with one another. Not only do they have hilarious banter back in forth, it’s very obvious they also care about each other immensely.

- Richie is always seen worrying about Eddie’s well being and putting himself at risk to make sure Eddie is okay. During the projector scene, he grabs and hugs Eddie and rubs his back. At Neibolt Street, he holds Eddie’s face to calm him down/make him not look at Pennywise (despite the fact that clowns are his biggest fear!), he rubs Eddie’s shoulder when his hand gets cut. Just to name a few, there are many other moments in the film.

- Richie’s always using Eddie’s mom as the butt of the joke or playing his jokes off of Eddie (ex. when they go to the well, Richie asks Eddie if he has a quarter)

- Cute little moments they have together! Eddie getting Richie ice cream, them talking about something funny when walking into Ben’s room, being the only two that hug at the end

- Richie goes into the clown room (again, his biggest fear) because he thinks Eddie is in there. In reality, Pennywise is presenting himself as Eddie to lure Richie in. Pennywise shows itself as a person’s biggest fear, so at least for a moment Richie’s biggest fear is losing Eddie. He will risk everything to save him.


- Richie always calls Eddie nicknames, whether it be “Eds”, “my love”, or just calling him cute a lot. Eddie always says he hates it, but in the book he thinks to himself that he actually kinda liked it, too.

- Richie always making suggestive jokes to Eddie and winking.

- One day when they’re hanging out alone, Richie tells Eddie about all of his ambitions of become a famous ventriloquist as an adult. Eddie says he really admired Richie (although he saw flaws in his plan, since Richie’s ventriloquism wasn’t very good) 

- Richie literally tells Eddie that he saw how cute he was the first time they ever met.

- In the book, too, Richie is often making sure Eddie is okay. (During the Rockfight, after it’s over Richie is the one to get Eddie’s inhaler and put it in his mouth for him, Richie is holding onto Eddie when they’re running from Henry and into the drainpipe)

- Stephen King literally wrote a scene into the book where Eddie is licking Richie’s “rocket” ice pop and it’s very suggestive and it does not seem like that’s an accident. All him not me.

- When Eddie gets his arm ripped off, his last words are to Richie. Richie is holding Eddie and Eddie is touching his cheek. His last words are “Don’t call me Eds… You know I… I…” 

- The other Losers are sad about Eddie dying, but Richie is freaking out and sobbing and holding him. Richie tries to carry Eddie out and the others tell him to leave him. Richie nearly refuses to leave Eddie there, saying that it’s too dark and Eddie wouldn’t want that. 

- When Richie finally has to leave him, he kisses his cheek before screaming “Fuck you, bitch” and kicking the door shut. When Bev asks why he did that, it says: “’I don’t know,” Richie said, but he knew well enough.” Take that as you will. 

There are other things that make people ship them, including the amount of things in the book that point to Eddie being gay, as well as some moments they had in previous versions of the movie scripts. If you want me to make separate posts for those lmk! 

Yuri on Ice interview translation - CREA 2017/03 (p34-35)

Second part of the YOI interviews featured on CREA. As for the one with Kubo, more than “interviews” they are like “mini articles” that incorporate what the interviewed people said. The interviews are with Kenji Miyamoto (choreographer), Eiji Abiko & Junpei Tatenaka (figure skating animators), Yuuko Sagiri (original costume designer), Keisuke Tominaga (music producer).

Random note: thanks to this magazine I was finally able to know that Sagiri’s name is “Yuuko”. When I translated her interview on Pash I did lots of research but wasn’t able to find out the pronunciation so I used Yuiko because that was what came out searching for the name alone, but now it’s confirmed that it’s Yuuko so as soon as I have time I’ll edit that interview to fix it. I swear all magazines should be obliged to provide the pronunciation of names, because sometimes it’s really hard to find out how the kanji are pronounced when it’s not famous people with Wikipedia pages and such…

By the way, the issue of Pash coming out today (Feb. 10th) has an article I was really looking forward to (the second part of Kubo’s detailed commentary on each episode), so I’ll probably spend the night translating it when I get home from work. Also because I want to post it before the YOI all night event on Saturday (I’m going to the live viewing).

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The reality as expressed by 5 people who created “Yuri on Ice”

Reality #2: Choreography x Kenji Miyamoto
“The footage taken with the camcorder was the key to create realistic and powerful anime scenes”

Profile: From Hyogo prefecture. After retiring from competitive ice dance in 2006 he started working as a choreographer and commentator. With director Sayo Yamamoto’s “ENDLESS NIGHT” for the first time he was involved in creating figure skating choreographies for an anime.

The choreographies for all characters’ programs were created by choreographer Kenji Miyamoto. He created them integrating the music with the information he received from director Yamamoto and Kubo regarding the characters and their programs. What was different than usual is that the songs for the FS were 4 minutes long instead of 4:30 minutes.
“In the anime characters need less strokes to speed up, so it’s possible to use less ‘transitions’, the movements connecting different techniques. I cut down on those and made the programs more compact.”
Miyamoto was filmed with 4 fixed cameras and 2 portable camcorders as he danced all the programs, then the footage was edited into a multiframe video based on which the animated figure skating scenes were created.
“I believe that the footage taken with the portable camcorder, that filmed me up close, is what made it possible to create realistic and powerful tournament scenes.”
After watching the finished anime, Miyamoto commented that the characters’ monologues during their performances are realistic.
“When you are performing lots of things are whirling around inside your head. In my case it wasn’t words but still pictures, like photographs. I was happy that they expressed the athletes’ feelings.”

Reality #3: Animation x Junpei Tatenaka & Eiji Abiko
“The performances look realistic thanks to Miyamoto-sensei’s choreographies”

Profile: Animators working for the anime production company MAPPA. Specialized in sports and action scenes. They both created animation for director Sayo Yamamoto’s “ENDLESS NIGHT”.

Animation of the figure skating scenes was created by action specialists Junpei Tatenaka and Eiji Abiko. “It’s the first time that we digitally create 2D pictures after deciding the camerawork. It was very difficult because we had to figure out how to do everything”.
Tatenaka, who was already a fan of figure skating, says: “For the moments I believed to be the ‘highlights’ of a performance I would add 1-2 extra stills. This way, I was able to draw out a little what in the live footage only lasted an instant.” They actually made jumps much higher than they are in real life.
“While being aware that real skaters wouldn’t jump that high, I still wanted the scenes to be striking, therefore I was always looking for a good balance between realism and what could be allowed in animation.” (Abiko)
They both agree that Miyamoto’s choreography footage was the most important factor that allowed them to create realistic performance scenes.
“When there was a key point in the music, Miyamoto-sensei would pose with all of his body creating a beautiful line, from his fingertips to the tips of his toes. It was very easy to draw.” (Tatenaka)

Reality #4: Costumes x Yuuko Sagiri
“I think the only difference is that there were no budget restrictions (LOL)”

Profile: Ballroom dancing costume designer working for the ballet & dance supplies maker Chacott. She has designed figure skating costumes for athletes such as Nobunari Oda and Akiko Suzuki.

Yuuko Sagiri, designer of the athletes’ costumes, created the designs giving importance to functionality that would improve a skater’s performance and to elements that would make the character’s personality stand out, just like she does for real costumes. She chose materials, cuttings and decorations that would actually be employed in costumes used for real performances.
“Normally I objectively watch an athlete’s past performances to understand their level and what kind of movements they are skilled at, and this is then reflected in the design. This time I based the design on the characters’ setting materials, the information I received from the director and the choreography footage by Miyamoto-sensei. I think the only difference is that there were no budget restrictions (LOL).”
Regarding Yuuri’s costume, she mentions that she wanted to reflect the fact that he is psychologically weak and gains weight easily.
“I added shining decorations on his chest so that his face would look bright even when he is tense. The cuts on the waist are to make him look slim.”
Actually, she also designed a costume for Yurio’s exhibition. Sagiri said that she created the design thinking of what “Yurio would really want to wear”. We’d definitely like to see him skate with that costume!

Reality #5: Music x Keisuke Tominaga
“I added melody to the beautiful lyrics that is ‘Yuri on Ice’”

Profile: From Kanagawa prefecture. Music producer. He founded PIANO INC. in 2012 and is the current representative director. His main works include the Pocari Sweat 2016 commercial “Kimi no Yume wa, Boku no Yume.”, the TV anime “Zankyou no Terror”, etc.

When creating the music for this show, music producer Keisuke Tominaga constantly asked himself whether it was music you could dance to.
“I would move my hands, feet, my whole body, sometimes even checking the rhythm like a conductor or a dancer. Figure skating has many elements that resemble ballet, so to express the elegant movements of the body I used many tunes in triple time like waltz and bolero.”
Most of the classical and orchestra tracks were created by Taku Matsushiba, while the vocal tracks and modern band songs by Tarou Umebayashi. They worked on the music as a team, always communicating with each other.
“The world created by Kubo-san and director Yamamoto was like realistic and beautiful ‘lyrics’, and I feel that our role was to create a ‘melody’ for those lyrics. In fact, when I joined together Yuuri’s FS song “Yuri on ICE” and Victor’s recorded voice for the first time, the lines sounded just like the words of a song, and I can’t describe how moved I was. I believe that this strong, deep expression that you would not be able to obtain with music alone is what realistically affects the viewers.”

Bonus in case you haven’t seen it already: Sagiri’s design for Yurio’s exhibition program.

Fifty Shades of Park Jimin

Originally posted by trash-for-bangtan

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Length: 6k+ 

Warnings: Dry Humping, Dirty talk (do you seriously expect anything else from me tbh), just a lot of filth.

A/N: Okay so, I know this is 2 days late but I had to prepare an unexpected presentation, as well as present, at a peace symposium so i could not post on time. Though please appreciate that I ignored all my studies for an exam in 3 days and spent the whole afternoon writing and editing this, bless. Thank you. Other than that, happy reading :))))) Also the part about them being too beautiful is no exaggeration. To the people who have seen BTS live will know what I am talking about.

P.s.: Fuck park jimin tbh.

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backseat serenade (m)


Words: 13k.

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader.

Genre: Fluff, smut, punk!Taehyung.

Summary: Falling in love with your brother’s best friend was something you couldn’t help.

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x Jeon Jungkook

AU: You and your boyfriend both attend a private school and rumors go around just like in any typical school, but one of the rumors are that you’re in a relationship with the boy on the wrestling team. The one that many dream of spending a night in bed with. For you hearing people talk about your boyfriend is a daily thing, hearing people talk about their “thirst” for him, but when your boyfriend experiences the same situation… He takes it far from good…

Kinks: Sub!Kook gone Dom!kook, Fight for dominance, hickeys, top!reader + bottom!reader, ROUGH, some fluff, “baby girl”, Anger, BJ, choking, spanking, scratching, ‘too big’ :^) 

SMUT | 4.1k | Masterlist | AO3 ver.

Sweatae Christmas Calendar | Day [5]  

Like in most classes, there were always rumors. Who dated who? Who was still a virgin? Who got drunk the past weekend? All the clichés. Your class was no different.

You were attending a private school, a school of which many children of famous business men and heirs to various companies also attended. Why you attended this school, is a different story.

In you class were the typical groups, nerds, musicians, the plastics, sports geeks and of course your group of friends, more or less categorized as “average” or “uncategorized”. Not to get your class wrong, you all got along beyond well but there was always new gossip each day on who did what of the nerds and what happened at the football game after party with who.

One of the hottest gossips was surrounding you. Well, not you alone, but you and the guy on the wrestling team. You both went in the same classes but he always hung out with his fellow equal minded sports geeks and you with your friends.

You and Jungkook, the name of the boy, found it rather amusing that you had rumors surrounding you, especially since the two of you had in fact been dating since the start of last year.

You had been in the same class and schools since diapers and had gotten to know each other fairly well the past years, to say the least.

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7 x 5 Jonsa Thoughts

Can we talk about this scene a little bit?

Everything characters say this season mean something. They don’t rephrase another character for no reason.

The lines means something.

Like “it’s not you” Arya said to Nymeria.
Like “Chaos is a ladder” Bran told Littlefinger.

I know Missandei is always wishing everybody good fortune too, but these exactly words were said by this fellow here:

Sir Arthur Dayne, the sword of the morning said this same lines to Ned at Tower of Joy, before they fight to death.

The lines DO mean something. Jon could have said anything to Dany but they decided to rephrase Arthur Dayne’s words. Why?
Because it means something very important.
It’s a foreshadowing of the future of thoses characters.

It’s clear since season 6 Jon is Ice and Dany is Fire, and that the Song of Ice and Fire is about them. This title is even similar to “The Pact of Ice and Fire” an alliance between House Targaryen and House Stark during the Dance of the Dragons. So I don’t think  we’re wrong about the subjects of this song.

But the thing is ASOIAF or GoT are not about  love histories. Love always have tragic ends here. Robb and Talisa in the show, Jon and Ygritte, Dany and Drogo, romantic love never lasts. And if you think about it,  historic periods in Westeros do have poetical names: Dawn Age, Age of Heroes,and the most famous of all: the Dance of the Dragons.

I mean, look at this fabulous and epic name: Dance of the Dragons. They called it a dance but it was a civil war when thousands of people died, dragons died and the Seven Kingdons bled.

The Song of Ice and Fire is the same thing. A poetic name for a moment of war in Westeros. The Dance of the Dragons envolved many houses but it was called this way because basically it was a war between  Targaryens (Rhaenyra and Aegon II), the Song of Ice and Fire got this name because it’s a struggle between Starks and Targaryens. Between Jon and Dany. It’s not a love story between them. They are meant to fight each other. That’s why this phrase is being said.  A phrase is only adressed to an enemy.

I know Jon is Rhaegar’s son and a trueborn Targaryen in the show, but Jon is a Stark in his heart. He is and I don’t think this will ever change. 
And you know that too.
Jon will have to choose to which House his loyalt will be, and that will be very important: if he decides to use the Targaryen name, house Stark name will die, cuz Bran and Arya will probably never have kids and Sansa children will receive her husband’s name. If Jon decides to go Stark pride, the Targaryen House will die, cuz we know Dany cannot have children anymore, and even if she could the problem would be the same Sansa’s. I do think he will go for the second option, because he’s a Stark to the bone. And Dany said herself “I’m the last Targaryen” in 7x3. That line was said for many reasons and I believe this is one of them.

Have you heard the “love theme” for Jon and Dany? If you haven’t you should.
It’s a very  pretty song but it’s also very very sad.  I mean, have you heard “Across the Stars”? Anakin and Padmé theme song in Star Wars? That’s a love song that inspires you about love and fighting for it. Dany and Jon’s song is not.

Dany and Jon’s theme is a sad song that makes you want to cry, it’s like you’re listening to a tragedy. Listen to that makes me feel just like when I watched Zuko fighting his sister Azula in Avatar The Last Airbender: a beautiful song that sings a sad and tragic moment we almost couldn’t bare to see.

I already told you how I think this series is going to end in a tragic way for Daenerys but all the parallels showing how different they are, their theme song, this phrase, it’s all hitting me in a way that each episode makes me feel more sad for her. She’s clearly falling for him, but the show is clearly showing they will not end up together. A time will come when they face each other on opposite sides.

Every episode Sansa grows as a leader, loyal to Jon and the key to the North.
“The northeners will not accept a southner ruler”
“We came here for you, my lady”
“We should have choosen you to lead us”

The lines mean something.

The show is heading to a struggle between Jon and Daeneys and a arrangement between Sansa and Jon in the next season, that’s sure.
The only thing that really really hurts me is the fact there will be only 6 episodes to work “Jon x Sansa romance” and the public really likes to hate Sansa no matter what  she does, and this starkbow with Arya doesn’t help at all.

I’ll be happy to see them together but the public will probably rage and say Daenerys was better option. 

This awesome gifs came from @dreamofspring​.


Here’s our friend Mance who also quoted this to his enemy in the show AKA Stannis, also called “bend the knee or burn alive” boy:

If you think is coincidence, you’re not paying enough attention.

Making Bruce Wayne blush

I felt inspired today, and so here’s for my second post on Tumblr…Some Bruce Wayne loving. Hope you’ll enjoy. 

WARNING : Mention of sex. 

(My masterlist blog here :


Tonight, at yet another boring charity gala, you decided that your favorite game was DEFINITELY “Make Bruce Wayne blush”.
It wasn’t an easy game, and sometimes, when he was broodier than usual, it was like playing on “hard mode”…but it was so worth it when you succeeded.

Part one of your plan, was always to make him jealous. He was more receptive to your teasing when jealous. His mind was always somewhat slower when jealous, focused on the fact that it wasn’t him flirting with you, but some asshole he suddenly didn’t like at all. 

You rarely had the occasion to make him jealous though, as he rarely let go of you during one of those charity soirée. He knew you were uncomfortable at those, and he knew you found his arm around your waist comforting. Besides, he loved to show you off to anyone he’d talk to that night. And you absolutely loved that he liked it, it made you feel good about yourself, that billionaire ex-playboy Bruce Wayne was proud to date you. You were rarely alone…but sometimes, a particular guest would take up all his attention, and you’d slip away to the bar to get something to drink, and escape the boring conversation about trade and such. 

Tonight was one of those occasions, and to hell if you weren’t going to take advantage of it. 

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anonymous asked:

Sabre, do you know any fluff stony? I swear I'll even comment them on español. Me acaban de romper el corazón :(

You know, I’ve gotten a few comments in different languages and I absolutely adore that.  I don’t know why, but it is just really cool that someone who speaks another language not only read my fic, but was moved enough to comment, even if they felt they could only express themselves in their native language.  So, you go on and comment in whatever language works for you!

Here’s some fluffy fic recs guaranteed to make you curl up into a ball of awwwww.  Of course, there are TONS of great fluff fics out there. I don’t read a whole lot of them, so you’ll probably see a lot of repeated names on this list, but you can’t go wrong with these authors.  Enjoy!


Hero Worship by @wordsplat:  It’s the morning of their honeymoon, and the absolute last thing either of them were expecting was Loki’s wedding gift. Steve is turned small, Tony is turned truthful, and everything is fluff and smut and rainbows.

Hashtag Finally by @wordsplat:   Tony doesn’t ever actually ask the Avengers to move into his house, steal his wifi, eat all his food, and become the best family he’s ever known. They do it anyway.

Meet Your Heroes by @wordsplat:  Tony gets rescued by a highly concerned, very handsy Captain America. This is confusing for a number of reasons.

Steve Rogers, Nurse McSexy by @wordsplat:  Tony does not handle his morphine well, and Steve has been pining way too long for this shit.

Of Frosting and Fireworks by @wordsplat:   It’s Steve birthday, but the last person he expects to remember that is Tony.

The Jar by @sineala:   The Avengers are ridiculously competitive people, and what starts out as a silly late-night team discussion quickly becomes a contest: their names. Not the code names – the nicknames. Who can go the longest without using them? They pledge to spend a week not nicknaming each other, and they’ll pay up every time they mess up. This hits Tony the hardest, and not just financially. Tony’s got a lot of nicknames for everyone, but most of all for Steve – and when Tony can’t use the names he’s already got, the names he uses reveal feelings he had no idea he had.

I’ll Give You Gifts Until  You Know My Name by @everybodyilovedies:  Mr. Stark is an extravagant gift-giver: he has the money for it, after all. As Iron Man, Tony has the opportunity to gift Steve even more presents that, while less expensive, are more heartfelt. Having a secret identity means Tony gets to have his cake and eat it too when it comes to showering Steve with presents.Until Steve starts developing feelings for his armored companion, and all the benefits of living a double life are turned on their head for Tony Stark.

Tony Stark Defense Squad (Steve’s Had Enough) by @orbingarrow:  The Avengers are called in by the government to “discuss” recent events, but it turns into a game of Let’s Bash Tony and Steve is so not cool with that.Or, the one where Steve Rogers makes himself the President of the Tony Stark Defense Squad. Matching t-shirts to come later.

Burn by @orbingarrow:  When Steve Rogers burns his dinner and sets off the sprinklers in the ROTC building, Tony Stark saves the day. Except this Tony Stark isn’t the famous son of a billionaire, he’s just a college Freshman on night maintenance for Work Study.Or is he?Featuring Phantom of the Opera references, a Human Centipede of office equipment, and lots and lots of fluff!

Stop, Hammertime by @orbingarrow:  When some asshole (*cough*Hammer*cough) puts out a hit on Tony, what are three translators, two security strategists and a Photoshop expert going to do about it?Turns out, a whole hell of a lot.

It Takes Time (series) by @shetlandowl: After a year-long sabbatical abroad, Tony returns to his post at the Department of Architecture at MIT in time to hear all the excitement over a hot new stud on Fury’s faculty roster, a Dr. Steve Rogers. As a genius and the only MIT alumnus in the faculty, he’s not used to being eclipsed by anyone, and he doesn’t take it all that well.   

Never Mind Where I Am by scribblywobblytimeylimey:  “Please tell me you just kissed me.”  Tony wakes up from his fall in New York heavily concussed. He may not know where he is, what just happened, or who the people around him are; but even without his memories, he’s willing to bet the man at his side is the most beautiful human being he’s ever laid eyes on.

This Has Happened Before by @kamaete:  Tony wakes up in the hospital and his first order of business is to flirt with his cute nurse. Steve isn’t a nurse, but he’s not quite Captain America right now either. Regardless, he is there when Tony wakes up.(Tony has temporary amnesia while in the hospital, Steve is de-serumed presumably in the same event that injured Tony.)

All of My Love is For You by @some-blue-jack:   The thing is, Tony totally knows that Steve’s interested.

Everything You Said I Ever by @some-blue-jack:   The first time Tony asks him out, Steve is … . well, appalled is as good a word as any.

Re(a)d All Over by @brandnewfashion and @musicalluna:  Contrary to popular belief, Tony Stark can blush.It just takes Steve getting drunk on some magical Asgardian mead for it to finally happen.

The Love Song of a Pair of Awkward Weirdos by @musicalluna:  Tony flirts with Steve and then the strangest possible thing happens:Steve starts to flirt back.

the reason you ruminate the shadowy past by Mizzy: So, Captain America effectively manages to cockblock Tony for a year.It’s not Steve’s fault. Well, actually, it is. But he was just proving a point - that if a superhero is gay, how can it be wrong? Steve just picked the wrong superhero to make the point with. Now America will think they’re dating - and Tony’s not going to be the guy to break Captain America’s heart.There’s only one way out. To save face, Steve and Tony have to become fake boyfriends. Steve thinks the “boyfriends” bit will be the hardest to act… but maybe it’s the “fake” part that will be the hardest act of all…

I Promise to Love It and Give It a Home by @tonystarkssnipples:   Steve takes Tony on a date to Build-A-Bear Workshop, where they adopt.

As You Wish by Heartithateyou:  Its the weekly game night for the Avengers, so what happens when a game of charades turns into Steve and Tony having to act out love scenes?

Fake Dating is Worth It for the Cake by Heartithateyou:  Tony convinces Steve to pretend to be his fiancee for the wedding cake samples.
Of course it doesn’t end the way he thinks it will.

(Actually, here is the link for Heartithateyou’s Stony works and you should just go read those when you need fluff!)

Getting Your Betty Crocker On by thehoyden:  He knows it’s not wartime anymore, but he can’t quite suppress the twinge of guilt he feels at measuring out two entire cups of white sugar.

I CANN, I do by @asparrowsfall:  Tony’s last name becomes a top level domain name. There are some unexpected consequences.Established relationship. So fluffy you’ll think you fell asleep in a cloud.

Worth It by AshitaNewssnoopy: When Steve said he wanted to court Tony, he assumed that he just meant that he wanted to take thing slow. And that was fine by Tony. No really, he could do this thing if that’s what Steve needed (shut up, Pepper; he so could). Because Steve was worth the wait.But then the gifts started coming and the letters popped up and there were chaste kisses and romance and…and what is even with this? Just when did his life turn into a romance novel?

Keep On Beating by @itsallavengers:  There were an awful lot of things Steve loved about Tony. But one thing in particular Steve could never get enough of was his heartbeat.

That Huge Damn Jacuzzi by @stark-spangled-lovers:  It stood in the very center of the room, large enough to host at least three people, raised a good three feet off the ground with stairs leading up and into the tub on each of the sides. Behind the Jacuzzi was another wall that separated the room; it spanned a good ten feet in length, also hosting mirrors.It was… well, to be honest, the damn Jacuzzi was giving Steve a bit of a headache.

Doughnuts and Officer Handsome by MystikSpiral:  Every morning, Tony went to his favorite doughnut shop. He’d order a few, a cup of coffee, and leisurely sit and eat, or rush out the door depending on whether or not he was running late for some meeting. Every morning, a tall blond caught his eyes, bulging muscles, looking as stern as ever while ordering a cup of coffee and a doughnut.

A false impression

Percival Graves met Theseus Scamander when he was already the Director of Magical Security at MACUSA. They worked together on a case to find and bring down Grindelwald and his followers. He and some of the Ministry’s workers decided to join forces to end the dark lord once and for all.

During the month they were in New York, Percival became very good friends with Theseus and learned a few things about him.

One of the most curious things was the fact that despite of being a famous war hero, people didn’t know much about Theseus Scamander. He was very reserved when it came to his private life and only talked about himself with a handful of people.

The only thing Percival knew about his family was that his parents had died long time ago.

He also learned that Theseus couldn’t stop himself from talking about Newt. He always talked about him.

The first time he did it was after the first week, they all had worked so hard they decided they needed a rest and went to a pub. Theseus had a glass with whiskey and was turning it around in his fingers, looking at it like it was his worst enemy.

“He’s probably in Africa by now,” he commented with a depressed expression on his face.

“Who?” Percival asked, although he didn’t know why he did it since it was clear Theseus had a little bit too much drink for one night and was starting to lose himself.

“Newt,” a smile returned to his features when the name came out of his mouth. Then he began to ramble about how Newt was the best thing that could have happened to him. He was proud of him and all the things he had managed to accomplish. The only thing that bothered him was the boy traveled too much to do his research and spent so many days away from home.

“You know what he did when I told him not to follow me to the war?”

“He followed you,” Percival chuckled, having the weird sensation that he would like Newt if he had the chance to meet him.

“He did!” Theseus nodded and frowned at the empty glass. “We used to have dragons in our regiment. They wanted to use them, but they​ have to cancel the program because the dragons attacked everyone but Newt.”

Theseus smiled fondly at the memory and leaned in the table. Percival found himself more interested in the story and in the wizard capable of taming dragons.

“I’m glad it got cancelled, you know?” He said, looking irritated. “Because it was very difficult for me to keep an eye on Newt. Those damned beasts didn’t let me near him!”

Percival knew the exact moment when the alcohol hit Theseus’ system completely when the auror rested his head over the table and started to sob and cry how much he missed his Newt.

At the end of the night, Percival (and one of Theseus’ subordinates) had to take him back to his hotel room.

Percival didn’t find out who Newt was until days later.

Drunk or not, Theseus did really enjoy talking about Newt. And because of that Percival learned a couple of things about him. He was a magizoologist and he was the best in what he did; he loved magical and non-magical creatures and he lacked​ of self preservation.

“He thinks all creatures are fluffy kittens,” Theseus told him and even though he wanted to sound angry, there was a clear spark of amusement dancing in his eyes.

He learned that Newt had a kleptomaniac creature that loved shiny things.

“That damned Niffler stole my ring!” Theseus huffed. “I tried to cast a spell to recover it, but Newt stopped me before I could do it. He said it’d scared the Niffler.”

“You should’ve insisted,” Percival commented, curious to see his friend’s reaction.

“No, Newt would’ve gone mad at me,” Theseus told him. “The last time he was mad he stopped talking to me for a week.”

His eyebrows quirked up in surprise. Percival couldn’t quite believe one of the most powerful aurors of Britain was afraid of another wizard giving him the silent treatment. But Newt was not any wizard, was he? He was different, special, at least to Theseus. Percival thought Newt was Theseus’ friend, but somehow that didn’t seem quite right.

He knew later that Newt had a case full of magical (and also quite illegal) creatures and Theseus let him get in and out of the Ministry, with the case in hand, whenever he wanted.

It seemed Newt had Theseus completely wrapped around his little finger.

Percival found that rather amusing.

He didn’t found out more about Newt until Theseus stormed into his office, with a letter in his hands and a huge smile on his face.

The auror turned the paper around to show him what it was and Percival got​ a glimpse of a elegant handwriting, but what he could see was the signature.

Newt Scamander, it said. Percival blinked in confusion and looked at Theseus who was already concentrated reading the letter.

“Newt Scamander?” He mumbled before he could stop himself.

“Yes, I told you he sent it to me,” Theseus said.

“No, I meant… He’s Scamander,” he tried again, feeling stupid saying it because of the way Theseus was looking at him.

“Of course his last name is Scamander!” Theseus rolled his eyes. “What’s going on with you today? Are you okay? Have you been drinking lately?”

“Not even a glass of wine,” Percival said​.

“Besides, why wouldn’t he be? I thought it was obvious. After all he’s my-”

But Richards entered​ the office without even knocking first, insisting it was urgent.

And it was. They had found Grindelwald’s base of operations and they needed to go as soon as possible.

The fight didn’t last long; they captured the majority of Grindelwald’s followers, the problem was the dark lord himself had managed to escape.

Disappointment fell over the whole group, but they managed to cheer up a little bit when they remembered it was just a couple of days more for them to return home.

And Theseus was happy, because he was going to see Newt again after a very long and exhausting month.

He was so excited he started to babble about Newt… again, only this time he was heard by a wizard at the pub they were in. And the man moved his chair closer.

“Are you talking about Newt Scamander?” He asked, genuinely curious. “I met him in France. He’s a sweet little thing, isn’t he?”

Theseus didn’t answer, his response was to press the glass in his hands harder than he should.

“He saved me from a wampus. I haven’t seen him since then,” the man sighed, sad. “I wonder if any of you could tell me where he is… I really want to see him again, maybe invite him some dinner and-”

Theseus leaned in and took the man’s arm in a grip Percival was sure it was painful. But his smile, it was the most terrifying thing he had seen.

“Listen, you… whoever you are I don’t care, Newt Scamander is off limits, do you understand? Because if I see you near him, you’ll miss the wampus he saved you from.”

Then the story about the ring came to Percival’s mind and an idea formed in his mind.

Of course, it was so obvious. Newt was Theseus’ husband.

Percival was really curious about their story together, but he was not the man that used to ask people questions about their private lives, he preferred to wait until said person is comfortable enough to tell their story.

Besides, there was no time left, because Theseus was going back to England.


They didn’t see each other after that, but they kept writing. And it wasn’t that Theseus life wasn’t interesting but the best part of his letters was when he wrote about Newt. Percival found himself smiling and grinning the most when he read something about the magizoologist.

Because it seemed Newt was as wild as the creatures he took care of.

More than once he laughed out loud while reading how Newt had found another dangerous creature and took it to the house, making Theseus almost have a heart attack.

After a few of those letters, Percival not only wrote about the problems in MACUSA, he also added a few questions about Newt. But they were just innocent questions. Where was Newt at the moment? What kind of creature was he studying the most? He asked and stopped himself from adding things like What color are his eyes? How does his voice sound like?

Mercy Lewis seemed to have heard his prayers because the next letter came with a photograph. Theseus wanted to prove Percival Newt kept taking beasts into their house. But Percival didn’t pay much attention to the little occamy in the wizard’s hands, because the wizard himself was way more interesting than the creature.

Newt was breathtaking. He had the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. And his eyes were shining with joy as he looked at the occamy and caressed it with his fingers. Then he turned his head to the camera and he could see lovely freckles all over his cheeks. His curls fell over his forehead and his eyes looked away from the camera in an gesture of adorable shyness.

Percival kept the picture, of course he did. After all Theseus gave it to him, didn’t he? There wasn’t anything wrong about that. The problem started days later when Percival brought home a beautiful frame for the photograph and left it in his bedroom where he could see it perfectly before falling asleep.

He didn’t have time to think about it, because Grindelwald attacked him.


It took Percival a long time to be back to himself after being rescued. Newt’s photograph (that thanks Mercy Lewis Grindelwald didn’t destroy) and Theseus’ letters with news of Newt helped a lot.

To say that he was impressed was a underestimation, he was more than that when auror Goldstein told him it was Newt who noticed the Graves that sentenced them to death wasn’t the real one. He not only felt impressed, he felt relieved to know Newt didn’t believe he’d do something like that to him. He’d never hurt Newt.

Even though he hadn’t actually met him.

But he did, he met him two years after his rescue. Newt had returned New York to visit auror Goldstein and her sister and he also brought copies of his book with him. Percival already knew about that, Theseus sent him a long letter about how proud he was of Newt and how much he wanted the whole world to notice the other wizard’s talents.

But even though the information and the picture, Percival was not prepared. Seeing that kind and warm smile spreading slowly over those freckled features was completely different from seeing it on a photograph. Newt’s presence was like a ray of sunshine, he was full of energy, an energy that was difficult to follow, but Percival did it anyway.

He ignored the inner voice that warned him about getting too close, he knew what was going to happen, what was already happening and did nothing to stop it. He gave Newt all the permits he needed, he started to have lunch with him in the cafeteria and adapted his own office to make it a place more comfortable for the magizoologist, so he didn’t have to leave.

He knew, but ignored. Percival let himself fall little by little. He asked the other wizard to be on first name basis because he couldn’t stand calling him Mr Scamander anymore. He felt guilty for putting in the president’s head Newt would be very valuable for MACUSA, but he felt worse when Newt accepted, because part of him was overwhelmed with happiness.

He was also curious and hopeful. Why did Newt accept a job so far from Theseus? Was there something wrong? What was happening between the two?

But he didn’t ask, it was not his place.

He met the Niffler when the thing stole his pocket watch. And when he found out he didn’t care, that he liked the way Newt’s cheeks flushed or the sensation of his skin when their fingers touch as Newt returned him the watch, he knew there was no coming back from that.

It got worse at MACUSA’s dance. All years there was a celebration for the anniversary of MACUSA. All workers were invited. Percival had to go because he was the Director of Magical Security and because Picquery basically ordered him to go.

Newt, on the other hand, wasn’t a people’s person and Percival knew he’d prefer to be taking care of his creatures, but he also knew Miss Goldstein was his friend and she could be really persuasive sometimes.

So Percival Graves spent the night trying not to stare at Newt, but it was unfair, because he was wearing a really good suit and he looked stunning with it.

The problem was that he wasn’t the only one who noticed, therefore it didn’t took long for Newt to be surrounded by wizards and witches who wanted to dance with him.

Percival walked towards him, reminding himself he had promised Theseus to take care of him. He also conveniently ignored the voice that called him hypocrite, the same voice that was telling him he was doing that just because he was jealous.

“May I have this dance?” He asked. He hadn’t recalled being that flustered since he was twelve. It was almost ridiculous. And it was even more ridiculous when all his​ worries fade away when Newt smiled at him and took his hand.

“Thanks for getting me​ out of there,” Newt said. “It’s not that I don’t like them. They seem good people, but I’m not used to be around so many people.”

“You’re welcome,” Percival smirked and forgot about everything else. He took Newt by his slender waist and pulled him close.

“I feel comfortable around you,” he said and Percival felt warm inside.

He leaned in, pressing their foreheads together, he stayed like that because Newt didn’t push him away.

He looked into those hazel eyes and wondered what would have happened if he had met Newt before Theseus did. Maybe he was losing it, but he felt like Newt and him fit together.

But it couldn’t be. It could never be.


Percival knew it was going to happen sooner or later, but honestly he wanted more time.

Theseus had arrived at MACUSA and knowing him he was going to convince Newt to leave with him.

But Percival refused to let Newt go without telling him everything.

He wasn’t so lucky because before he could move, Theseus stormed into his office. He was angry, which didn’t surprise him.

“Why didn’t you tell me Newt was officially working for MACUSA?” He demanded.

“I thought he had told you,” Percival’s lie sounded weak even to his ears.

“He didn’t.”

“Maybe he had a reason to do that,” he blurted out.

“Where’s he?” Theseus asked, ignoring him.

“I don’t know.” Another lie, he knew Newt so well by then he was sure he was sitting on the couch at Tina’s office at the moment.

He sighed and looked at Theseus, he deserved to know too.

“I’m in love with him,” he said before he regretted it.


“I’ve fallen in love with Newt,” Percival breathed and didn’t flinch when Theseus growled. He was pissed, of course he was.

“You utter cock! I trusted you!” He snarled. “But if you think just because you’re my friend I’m gonna let you put your dirty hands on my baby brother you’re terribly mistaken!”

Percival blinked a few times before he could process what Theseus had said.

“Newt’s your brother?”

That just seemed to irritate Theseus even more.

“Of course he is! But you know that already, Graves!”

“I didn’t,” he admitted. “I thought he was your husband.”

“What?” The words catch Theseus off guard. But when he realised, he bursted into laughter.

Percival didn’t care he was laughing at him. He felt relieved.

“Just to make one thing clear, no matter how funny I find this, that doesn’t mean I approve your- hey!”

Percival left Theseus and apparated outside Tina’s office. He walked in like the desperate man he was and sat next to his magizoologist.

Marry me he wanted to say, but bit his lip before saying it. He had waited so long he wasn’t going to ruin it.

“Do you want to have dinner with me?” Percival asked feeling his heart on his throat.

“Of course,” Newt responded too quickly. He looked quite calm for someone that got flustered for almost anything.

Auror Goldstein cleared her throat and make a motion with her hand, like she wanted him to add something more.

Then he understood.

“Like a date,” he added.

“Oh… Oh!” Newt blushed prettily. “I mean… yes, I’ll have dinner with you.”

Percival couldn’t help himself and kissed Newt’s hand and the wizard’s face turned into a deeper shade of red.

“What are you doing, Graves? Hands off!” Theseus entered the room.

Percival saw auror Goldstein sigh.

“So you thought he was married and you still were planning how to woo him?”

“Don’t mind him, he’s being overdramatic,” Newt told him, then his brother’s words hit him. “You thought I was married? With whom?”

“It’s a long story.”

“Who Killed Markiplier?” is a novel being actively penned.

Sorry for the delay on this one, dears. The Nyquil knocked me out last night before I could make a proper post, so here we are. I’ll do my best to keep it short and sweet, but we all know it won’t be, because I have never been concise in my entire life. That being said, let’s dive straight in!

Who Killed Markiplier? is a murder mystery novel that is being penned by the Author/Host in real time. Every character is one of his real-life associates, plucked from the world and placed in his story as a different character. There were many theories suggesting that we are the Host, and that’s half true– we are seeing things from his perspective, but we are not him. This novel is being written from a first-person perspective and we are merely readers, meaning that we are just observing from that character’s POV. Since that’s what the Author/Host is writing from, we are, by extension, seeing what he sees.

Whew! That’s a nice, long paragraph. Cool. Let’s corroborate it now.

Let’s start with what we know about the Host’s writing style. We don’t know much about him in his current state, but we observed him plenty as the Author, so we have a decent amount to work with. 

First of all, we know that he didn’t generally create his main characters from scratch. He picked pre-existing people and inserted them into his story. We observed this in both Danger in Fiction videos. Chapter 2, in particular, shows him inviting a character into the story.

Just like we were this time around.

Using real-life people is the reason we see so many similarities between previously established egos and the characters in this video: In Danger in Fiction Chapter 1, the Author struggles to come up with a name for Daniel, and as he crosses out the ones he doesn’t like and tries new ones, we see Daniel’s license physically change to accommodate his new name. When he uses a real person in his work, he has some control over their identity, at least for the duration of the story. So, yes, Dark IS Damien, and Wilford IS the Colonel; but it’s not just them in disguise. It is Dark being written as Damien, and Wilford being written as the Colonel. That’s also why we see the chef and the butler from A Date With Markiplier, but in a different context, and having a completely different relationship with Mark. 

Our dear author is also sampling from and paying homage to other famous literary works in his writing. When the Colonel mentions “being sucked into Jumanji”, and makes a sly reference to The Most Dangerous Game, it’s because his skill set and aesthetics are derivative of characters in each of those books. It’s a nod to his inspiration. 

This is why so many of our clues revolve around the sound of writing, particularly that audio post we received here on Tumblr. To solve the mystery, we have to step back from what we’re seeing and break the fourth wall for a moment. If we’re watching this story being written in real time, how do we know that the author of this novel even knows how it will end yet? He keeps introducing new characters in each chapter (side note: notice how these videos are not separated into “parts”, but into “chapters”), and while they add to the mystery, none of them have brought us any closer to figuring out who the killer is. Well, maybe that’s because our author isn’t even sure himself.

Who killed Markiplier? Good question. If you figure it out, please let the author of this adventure know, because he isn’t sure yet, either.

There is so much more I’d love to say. I have pages and pages of notes to back this up. But, as usual, Hamilton is right, and we’re running out of time. We can go deeper into this theory after the next chapter drops. For now, I’ll leave you with a few bullet points I have written down that support this idea. See you on the other side of Chapter 4, friends.

-When we are asked to show the Seer what we observed in our vision, she hands us a paper, but not a pen. We write on the paper with a quill pen that was already in our hand.

-Speculation: the Groundskeeper did not seem to exist in any capacity before we saw him in that vision, and he may have only started existing for everyone else after we drew him; in other words, the Groundskeeper only came to be once we put him down on paper.

-Speculation: The detective has a photo album in his wallet of all of his previous partners. This could suggest that he is a reoccurring character in the Author/Host’s novels. He picked us as his partner at the scene of the crime, and we have no reason not to believe that’s the way he picks all of his partners. Each photograph in that wallet may represent a past novel he was in. Think Hercule Poirot in Agatha Christie’s novels, or even Sherlock Holmes, for examples of reoccurring detective characters. This book could just be one in a series featuring our investigator. 

  -This is also why we were able to hear some of the detective’s internal dialogue at one point. In scripts, what he’s doing is called an “aside”– the audience can hear what the character is saying, but the other characters cannot. This is a pretty common storytelling device. 

-Oh, and hey, I almost forgot to mention one of the most important parts. When Mark was asked if the Author and the Host were the same person, he confirmed it. Do you remember what he said?

“The Author changed his name when he realized he was just a Host to the guests of his world.”

A Host to the guests of his world, the world that his novels are set in. And now, it seems, a Host to the guests of this party.

( @markired @lum1natrix @fear-is-nameless @caustic-synishade @hufflepufftrax )

✰ * º ❛   buzzfeed unsolved sentence starters  ( pt. three )   ❜

       (   part of the youtube starter series   )

‘  let’s just say some brutal murders happened in there which would lends itself into being haunted.  ’
‘  give that baby a ball.  ’
‘  why is it only people who get murdered? why doesn’t someone who choked on a peanut get a ghost?  ’
‘  you know, people don’t like their stepmothers.  ’
‘  so you think like 90% of people who have stepmothers are like ‘aw, my stepmother… i’d love to bury an axe in her face.’  ’
‘  that is fucking awful.  ’
‘  that’s strange because, if your pa is laying there, his head turned into blood oatmeal, and you hear ma come in, you’re probably not just like, ‘oh, i wonder what she’s up to today.’ you’re probably like, ‘hey ma, you should probably come here.’ not just, ‘oh i wonder if she’s gonna go take a little nap.’  ’
‘  i’ve got a life-changing thing to tell you here.  ’
‘  we should probably give her a little holler.   ’
‘  i mean, maybe she’s just thinking back on the good old mutton days.  ’
‘  it reminds me of downton abbey a little bit. it’s very proper.  ’
‘  i feel like a little fancy little lord in this room.  ’
‘  i’m not doing this because i want to steal.  ’
‘  i’m doing this because i want to give the ghosts significant reason to haunt me. i want them to be upset with me.  ’
‘  i stole from you, you hear me?!  ’
‘  cool….. that’s pretty… cool.  ’
‘  if people were already like, ‘we think you murdered them’ i’d be like, ‘fine, i guess i’ll spend their money.’  ’
‘  i’d like to see you put on a dress from that time period– that came out weird, i could’ve worded that better.  ’
‘  we’re sleeping here. we can’t even run away!  ’
‘  she’s gonna kill us tonight.  ’
‘  come on, buddy. times-a-tickin’. show up. murder us. be the first ghost to murder someone in history. we’ll get it on film. you’ll be famous.  ’
‘  just say something. you don’t have to get violent.  ’
‘  those are four pieces of circumstantial evidence that make him just as much of a suspect, in my mind.  ’
‘  both of them seem dubious as hell, that’s all i’m saying.  ’
‘ but you know me… i’m a fan of conspiracy theories.   ’
‘  i was gonna say this doesn’t seem that crazy to me.  ’
‘  wait, are we agreeing right now?  ’
‘  i’m not saying ghosts are real, i’m just saying.  ’
‘  can you imagine if you got sleep paralysis in this room?  ’
‘  why would you fucking say that right before we’re about to sleep?  ’
‘  dude, why would you say that? you know one of my greatest fears is a face staring at me through the window.  ’
‘  even if we get possessed tonight, we can have a nice brewski after.  ’
‘  well, i’m just trying to distract myself now.  ’
‘  the late 1800′s was peak ghost time. 90% of ghosts are from that era.  ’
‘  you never really hear about a ghost from 2010 or so that’s wearing like a flannel and ripped jeans or some shit like that.  ’
‘  they’re followed by doom.  ’
‘  they’re really just getting boned by fate now.  ’
‘  do you think because you believe in all of this stuff that you have a higher chance of being a ghost?  ’
‘  i’d be a pleasant ghost. i’d like pour people tea and stuff like that or i’d do chores around the house and i’d tip my hat and i’d tap dance out of the room.  ’
‘  right, doesn’t that sound great? wouldn’t you like to be haunted by me?  ’
‘  this is the sorrowful room. do you feel sorrowful in here?  ’
‘  i’m fine with not talking too much to he because she scares me.  ’
‘  i feel a little bit like i’m being watched, but i don’t mind it.  ’
‘  oh fuck, dude. i feel really weird all the sudden.  ’
‘  i don’t feel particularly strange, it’s just not a great chair.  ’
‘  now that’s just rude.  ’
‘  it’s kinda just a dick thing to do.  ’
‘  how do you arrest a ghost? you can’t.  ’
‘  you better watch out or the ghost of yankee jim will give you some taffy. some folks say they hear him playing a jolly little kazoo tune in the middle of the night.  ’
‘  he’s not a ghost. that’s not a spooky enough name.  ’
‘  if i were him, i’d haunt this place.  ’
‘  let’s do it before i change my mind. let’s just do it.  ’
‘  watch your language!  ’
‘  well, you’re not a man of your word.  ’
‘  it’s a nice sunset. enjoy it, it’s the last one you’re ever gonna see.  ’
‘  you don’t think ‘the grey ghost’ is a pretty cool nickname?  ’
‘  right, yeah, it’s a haunted ziplock bag.  ’
‘  before that toothpaste hit the floor, i didn’t believe in ghosts. i thought this was all b.s.  ’
‘  i swore i’d never return, but here i sit, like a freakin’ idiot.  ’
‘  who stores laundry detergent in a gin bottle, though?  ’
‘  by the way, i have a bottle of whiskey in my room if you wanna go drink it.  ’
‘  that just fucking cut through that thing like a hot butter patty.  ’
‘  ‘ugh’? that’s all you gotta say about that?  ’
‘  boats are tough, ya’know? it’s not an easy life, the boat life..  ’
‘  are you scared right now?  ’
‘  you’re not fucking scared right now?  ’
‘  could it have been my imagination? of course. could it have been a spirit? well, maybe.  ’
‘  i just think it’s embarrassing for them to drown in a pool… on a boat.  ’
‘  it looks like it’d be pretty easy to get crushed to death here.  ’
‘  a little seamen lubrication, huh? c’mon, that was funny.  ’
‘  do i feel strange right here? yep, i don’t like it.  ’
‘  okay, now i’m starting to get scared again.  ’
‘  you’re really gonna hate this.  ’
‘  i have a feeling i’m really gonna hate this.  ’
‘  you’re gonna lose your mind.  ’
‘  they laughed and told me i was an idiot to my face.  ’
‘  i don’t think we’ve ever attempted something more idiotic than this.  ’
‘  did you just fart? you piece of shit.  ’
‘  oh crap, i’m starting to psych myself out again.  ’
‘  i don’t know what you did. i’m angry again.  ’
‘  what the fuck? it’s morning.  ’
‘  she’s a beaut. you’re a beautiful lady. i love your bones.  ’
‘  alright, approach it with an open mind. let’s get started.  ’
‘  so this is just a bunch of hobos and rapscallions who were meeting down by the train tracks?  ’
’  28% of people believe in the existence of a new world order.  ’
‘  28% of people probably believe that the sun moves around the earth.  ’
‘  well, i don’t have any scientific polls for that, so…  ’
‘  i’m just sayin’ people are dumb!  ’
‘  that’s not creepy? that didn’t make your spine tingle a little bit?  ’
‘  oh, i can’t wait for that parade of other ‘experts’ you’ve got lined up.  ’
‘  4% believe that lizard people control our societies.  ’
‘  xeroxing is not how cloning works!  ’
‘  what are you, a clone expert now?  ’
‘  i don’t believe you. i’ll fucken look it up right now.  ’
‘  he looks like he just pooped his pants.  ’
‘  the name of their child, blue ivy, has been interpreted to stand for ‘born living under evil illuminati’s very youngest.’  ’
‘  so this has just moved to… like, frat-level hazing?  ’
‘  i am not in the illuminati, she is not in the illuminati… you may be.  ’
‘  by the way, if the illuminati is a real thing, the fact that they have a public relations director… fucking amazing, right?  ’
‘  i’m not saying that there’s lizard people– ah, fuck, i guess that is what i’m saying.  ’
‘  what the hell are you talking about? you’re making this all up.  ’
‘  what the fuck are we doing here?  ’
‘  get our little detectives hat out.  ’
‘  is this all in our mind?  ’
‘  this could be the most elaborate delusion of all.  ’
‘  these are true crime serial killer trading cards.  ’

          (   videos:   one,   two,   three,   four,   five.   )

Highway (Part 1)

Originally posted by yourcoffeeguru

SummaryThere’s a charming man that enters the diner like he owns the place, like he owns the town. And when he’s calling you babydoll, with a devilish smirk on his face and a twinkle of silver in his baby blues, you know you won’t be able to stop yourself from falling for the infamous Bucky Barnes.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: This was originally posted on my AO3, burgersfromspace, but I decided to post it on here as well! I hope you guys like it :)

Wordcount: 2,162

“You’re late.”

“Sorry,” You gasped out in response as you raced behind the vintage diner’s counter to pull on an apron, “I got lost, still not sure what roads lead to which.”

“Hm,” Your coworker hummed with a small giggle, “’s okay. I told the manager your car was havin’ issues. But don’t do it again, ‘kay? Bein’ late on your first day isn’t exactly a good impression.”

You nodded in shameful understanding to the woman. She was a beautiful brunette who went by the name of Wanda. You wondered what someone as beautifully sweet as herself was doing in such a small and dubious town at the edge of the countryside.

Wanda was kind from the second you met her, with a country accent that dripped with honey and skin that glowed like porcelain. You were eternally thankful that this was the woman who would train you and show you the ropes of the town’s most beloved diner. 

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Scott Borchetta interview with Alan Cross for Canadian Music Week (April 2017)


AC: [talking about recognizing a special character] If you come into contact with a true superstar and there is a charisma that comes off of them effortlessly, the kind of person when they walk into the room and your back is to the door - you know they’re in the room…
SB: Yeah, I always say that colors in the room change, like if Steven Tyler walked in right now you’d be going […starts turning around…], Steven is here, okay, I got it… because it’s just that thing. And I’m sure any of you can remember a moment, whether you got to meet Mick Jagger or Taylor, and you just went: “WOW! There’s a lot more juice in this person than everybody else”.

AC: So you were gonna build “Big Machine” the way you thought a record label needed to be built, from ground up. And you had no office, no money, no staff, you had nothing except your eye on this 14-year-old girl. You were scouting this 14-year-old talent?
SB: Yeah, so the irony is I get a package, this is an October 2004 and my deal with Universal goes through September 2005, so I get Taylor’s package in October and I meet her November 2nd 2004, I was blown away… and I go to see her two nights later at the Bluebird Cafe, go to meet the family and I’m just completely knocked out by her being, how smart she was at 15-years-old, how incredible the songs were. And then I go back for a second meeting and say: “If you wanna be signed at Universal I will introduce you to the executives and try to help you get signed, but you need to know something - I’m leaving in a year, I’m gonna start my own label, don’t know what it’s called but I can make you one promise tonight - when I start it, you have a deal with me”. And they looked at me and  just kinda went […motions a blank stare…]. They go: “Wow, we finally found someone who gets her and he’s crazy”. So couple weeks later, Taylor had just turned 15, and she called me herself and said: “Hey, just wanna let you know I’ve made up my mind and I’m waiting for you”. And it wasn’t from a manager, wasn’t from a parent, and I said: “Well, you’ve made my day”.
AC: Why do you think she made that decision?
SB: I think because she have had a deal at RCA priors, she had a development deal and they did not believe in her songs and they were trying to get her to work with other songwriters, different producers and they didn’t feel that they understood her and I was immediately fascinated with her songs. And I didn’t realize it back then but, when she came into the office, she literally came into Universal and she played me a song, a second song, and for those of you who know Taylor’s music, the second song was “Picture To Burn” and I said that’s a hit song. And I think from that moment she thinks: “Okay, I think this guy gets me and understands my songs”. I’ve never once brought up to her idea of doing an outside song. So she know that I believe… at her being she’s a songwriter, yes - incredible at everything else, but in her being, the most important thing and 50 years from now when you look back at this moment they’ll go - oh, the Michelangelo of the moment was Taylor Swift.

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Lord of Shadows: Thoughts and Theories

This book broke my heart, Everything was fine then it went to shit, then it was fine again and then it went to shit again, and then everything was fine, and I thought things were going to turn out really well, then everything went to ABSOLUTE SHIT. I’d give this book 5/5, because it was so jam-packed with so much action and different character and plot twists, whereas Lady Midnight was basically the Emma and Jules show.

I felt that Lady Midnight, though it was a good Book, wasn’t Cassie Clare’s best work. The first half failed to really draw me in, and I had to push to really get into the book. It was also just constant Emma and Jules, though I understand she was setting the scene and setting up their relationship, it just got a bit dull. The whole book was kind of a ‘meh’, but with Lord of Shadows, it was fast-paced right off the bat, with loads of plots and different POV’s and characters drawing me completely into the book. This book, in my opinion, was a huge jump from LM, in terms of success for me, personally.

I was getting a lot of asks on why I spoil myself for things, the reason is a) I can’t help it, and b) when something major happens in a book that I wasn’t expecting, I get really hyped up for a few days and can’t really concentrate on anything else. Sounds kinda weird, but spoiling myself works. Except some people gave me fake spoilers, so…

Anyway I’ve tried to organise my thoughts into sections, but it’s all a bit all over the place, here are my thoughts and theories!

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Friends (Part 3)

I’m surprised by the number of notes I got on the second part of Friends. Thank you so much for supporting this series. This is my first time posting my work on Tumblr so I’m still overwhelmed by the feedbacks I’ve received. So thank you again! I finished this part at 2 in the morning so just ignore the mistakes. I was too lazy to edit.

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~Harry and you are friends with benefits and then you start to feel more than you should~

Pair: Harry Styles and reader.

Warning: sexual content and language.

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Part 2 

You hadn’t heard or seen anything related to Harry Styles for a month. You’d deleted all your social accounts and decided to live under a rock for while until you got over him. The last thing you needed at this point was to see articles and pictures of him and a pretty girl who wasn’t you. But you do had some mutual friends and since they didn’t know anything about your secret ‘relationship' sometimes they still talked about him in front of you. You knew you would never truly get over Harry unless you didn’t feel pain in your chest whenever his name was brought up in a casual conversation. 

“You need to stop being so pathetic!” your best friend, Lia, told you. That night when Harry left your house, you broke down and called Lia to tell her everything. She was so mad she wanted to go see him but you knew it would be a bad idea. After all you were the one who broke the agreement for having feelings for him.

“I know he’s Harry fucking Styles but you are Y/N fucking Y/L/N.”

“You mean a nobody?”

“I mean, a queen.”

You rolled your eyes and chuckled as Lia grabbed your upper arms and shook you slightly.

“Screw Harry Styles. I’m gonna find you a better man.”

“Lia, I’m not going out with anyone. This is a bad idea.”

“Trust me. He’s super nice. He’s my co-worker. He’s hot and he’s not famous.” Lia winked and made you laugh.

“Thanks L, but I’m not interested. I don’t even know the guy.”

“Just one date, please? If you don’t like him then say your goodbye and never see him again. But I’m totally positive that you’ll like him.”

You groaned. You had been friends with Lia for years and you knew for sure she would never stop whining about this unless you said yes. So you said yes, agreeing to go on a date with the stranger Lia set you up with. 

His name was Miles. Lia was right, he was one of the nicest people you had ever met. He was good looking. He loved reading books like you do. He even opened doors for you and drove you home safely. Although you weren’t exactly over Harry, to be honest, you thought about him often. But being with Miles was the most fun you’d had since the day Harry left. It didn’t feel the same but you felt a little bit better. So you decided to give you and Miles a chance and agreed to go on a second day with him. 

But as you thought that there might be a small chance for you to actually be happy, you got a phone call at 2 AM, 12 hours before your second date with Miles. You knew it was a bad idea to answer when you saw his name on the screen, but you decided to be a fool and pick up anyway.

“Pet…yeh still up?”

You closed your eyes and let out a heavy sigh. You missed his voice so much. You suddenly forgot that you’d been trying to get him out of your system and you felt like you could just welcome him back to ruin your life all over again.

“Why are you calling me at this hour?” You managed to stay sane because he clearly wasn’t. “Are you drunk?”

“I miss yeh.”

Yeah he was definitely drunk.

“We’re not doing this anymore,” you said, not knowing if you were telling him or yourself.

“No…Yeh get it wrong. M'not missing yeh ‘cause I’m horny…ugh…I’m kind of horny…but…” he said and laughed drunkenly. You closed your eyes, your eyebrows furrowed as you pressed your lips together.

“You cannot call me when you’re drunk and bored again. We’re over, Harry. Go to sleep,” you told him.

“We can never be over. Yeh know tha’,” Harry said almost out of breath.

“What do you want?”

“Can we please just…go back t’normal”

“What is normal, H? Tell me. Because i’m sure two friends fucking each other clearly isn’t.”

“We won’t have t’fuck. Let’s just be friends…”

“No H. I’m sorry.”

“Love-” You gathered all your strength and hung up before he could finish. You turned off your phone and put it in the drawer of your bedside table so you wouldn’t get weak and call him back. Then you ended up crying yourself back to sleep with the thoughts of Harry running through your mind.


On your second date with Mile, you two went to see a movie then to a restaurant for dinner, after that he insisted on driving you home because he was a gentleman. The date went pretty well actually, but the problem was you couldn’t stop thinking about what Harry had said to you at 2 AM. You were still wondering if those were his drunken words or he was being honest saying he missed you. Either way, you wouldn’t go back to him, or at least that was what you’d been telling yourself.

“God…” you said almost out of breath as you Miles left sloppy kisses down your throat. You tossed your head back and your hands were messing up his beautiful dark hair. You had no idea why you were under him, letting him touch you and kiss you like that. The last thing you remembered was you saying good night to him in front of your house. You didn’t even have a clue how you ended making out with each other on the couch but you didn’t really care at the point. You felt awful for only wanting Miles tonight because you couldn’t stop thinking about Harry and not wanting to be alone with those thoughts. Your self-conscience was telling you to stop but you just ignored her.

“You’re beautiful…” Miles groaned against your hot skin, making you whimper. It felt good but it didn’t feel right. His hands were unfamiliar and you didn’t feel comfortable feeling his weight on top of you. 

Suddenly, you heard someone knocking on your front door. You and Miles stopped immediately as the person knocked more violently and loudly as if they wanted to break the door down. Miles got off you and you both sat up straight. He asked you if you were expecting someone and you said no as you adjusted your clothes and he did his. 

“Who is it?!” you asked in annoyance and went to the door to see who it was.

“Har-” Before the name could fully escape your lips, a drunken Harry wrapped his arms around you and showered your face with kisses.

“M’girl’s here!” he said excitedly before pulling you into a tight hug with his face buried in the crook of your neck. You were completely in shock by the action so you didn’t know how to react. Harry didn’t want to let you go and you received a shocked look from Miles who didn’t understand why that random guy just showed up out of nowhere and was holding his date like that. 

“Y/N!” Miles called out your name and it immediately got Harry’s attention. Harry pulled away from you and turned his head to his right. He was not pleased to see Miles in your living room. Not. At. All. 

“Y/N, Who the fuck is he?”

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Flower Girl l Chris Evans

Type: Oneshot

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

AN: I’m considering writing a sequel to this one so let me know if I should!

It all started when it was girlfriend number one’s birthday.  She loved flowers.  He knew nothing about flowers.  She knew what each flower represented, which just made the task of buying her some even more difficult.  What if Chris accidentally sent her a flower that told her he hated her?  Then he would never get laid.  

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Theatre Nerd

Pairing: Connor Murphy x Broadway!Reader

Warning: curse words (as usual) 

Request: “do a broadwaystar!reader where Connor have a celeb crush on her and somehow they’re dating”

Word Count: 2074

Note: idrk where the plot of deh is set?? i dont think it was ever mentioned but idk. just pretend deh was set in new york. i dont really know but hey i love theatre nerd connor let’s focus on that 


If people had to give three words to associate Connor Murphy with, it would be the following – weird, freak, weed. That was how people saw Connor. He has always been confined within the bounds of those three words ever since high school started.

But what they didn’t know about Connor Murphy, the world-class freak from who allegedly threw a printer at a teacher, was a huge theatre fan.

Everyone saw him in the same outfit. It was always the same thing. Black jacket, black jeans, black combat boots, and black earphones. 

Teachers and students always assumed that he was listening to metal songs. Some students even thought that he was listening to all sorts of Satanic songs. All because that’s how they stereotyped him.

Well, they were all wrong. In reality, Connor was simply listening to different Broadway recordings. Sure, he listened to other kinds of songs but Broadway recordings have always been his favorite.

No one would expect a boy like him to listen to such genre, let alone smoke weed to Sante Fe from Newsies when he felt sad.

What’s even more shocking was that he was dating you, a renowned Broadway star since birth.

Actually, he wasn’t even sure if he should classify what the two of you had as “dating”. He didn’t know if you see him the same way he sees you, which is full of adoration. All he knew for sure was that he had a massive crush on you.

Sure, you’ve shared a kiss or two. You also have kissed him on the cheek whenever he was feeling too enraged with his father. But the two of you haven’t explicitly told each other how you felt for one another.

Despite not knowing the label for your relationship, you were definitely very close friends. 

The two of you met when you were still part of the ensemble for Hamilton. You were standing on the side during a Ham4Ham show when someone bumped your shoulder.

“Fuck, sorry. Some asshole is forcing his way in front and it’s annoying.” He apologized, mumbling the last part to himself.

You smiled. “No worries,” You looked at the tall boy beside you. You giggled at the sight of a tall boy with black-painted nails and a leather jacket standing amidst a crowd. “So, are you watching the show?”

“My sister is. Her annoying friends invited her.” He responded, taking sneaky glances at your direction.

You didn’t think he knew you but you were wrong. Connor had admired you since before your chance encounter. Of course, you didn’t know that. If he was forced to name a famous or celebrity crush, he’d say your name in a heartbeat.

“Oh, I see. You should come see it. It’s pretty amazing.”

He cracked a small grin. “I’m sure it is.”

It started there. It was no denying that the two of you are incredibly close.

And by close, that included a Connor Murphy lying down on your bed.

Despite knowing each other for a year now, you didn’t know much about him. He knew all kinds of stories about you but he still remained to be a very closed person. You didn’t want to pry too much as you didn’t want him to be upset.

So here you were. You still remained clueless on his love for you for Broadway.

That all ended today.

He was softly singing “Four Jews in a Room Bitching” from Falsettos. You were in the bathroom, taking a shower and oblivious to what was happening in your room.

Connor has been listening to the album for a week now. He enjoyed the kind of humor that was observed in the musical.

He was staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars that you stuck up your ceiling from before as he continued.

Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, all the time.” He sang, his fingers tapping on his beat to the rhythm of the song. 

Oooh, whadda they do for love?” You suddenly singing back. Connor immediately shut his mouth, snapping his head towards your direction. 

 You got out of the shower, still drying your hair with a towel. He stared at you with awe as he saw you walk out with your baggy “Annie” merchandise shirt and some shorts. He still couldn’t believe he got to meet someone like you, a person whose personality didn’t exactly match his own.

“I didn’t know you knew Falsettos,” You giggled, plopping down beside him. “Are you a closeted musical nerd?” 

 Connor grew defensive. “Fuck, no. Why would I?” He scoffed, standing up and leaving you alone on your bed.

“Uhm, you’re in a room of a Broadway performer?” You pointed out, laughing quietly.

He glared at you. “Tell me, please.” You begged, pouting your lips a bit for the puppy-dog eye effect. That made Connor’s knees weak.

“Okay, maybe I am.” He sat back down in defeat. “But don’t you fucking dare tell Zoe. She’s never going to let that shit down.” He grumbled.

“I would never!” You acted with fake shock, pushing your own hand against your chest. “I say we put your musical knowledge to the test.”

He groaned. “C'mon! Just to really know how big of a nerd you are.” You say, punching his shoulder lightly.

He began leaning back, attempting to lie back down on the bed. He was expecting to feel the soft bedsheets but instead, his head hit the edge of your knee. He mumbled an apology, trying to scoot down. Instead, you got a hold of his head and softly pulled him towards you so he can prop his head on your lap.

Connor scooted up to do just that, blushing a bit. “Fine. But you owe me.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever you want.” You said quickly. “I’ll sing a song and you can sing the next part!”

“What the fuck, no. This is not ‘American Idol’ and you’re not Ryan Seacrest. You didn’t say anything about singing,” He tried getting up before pushing him back onto your lap. 

“Jeez, fine. Just give me the title then.” 

“Argh, okay. Let’s get this over with.” You said, running your fingers through his locks.

“Let’s start with easy ones.” He simply hummed in response. 

Whenever I see someone less fortunate than I, and let’s face it, who isn’t? Less fortunate than I. My tender heart tends to start to bleed. And when someone needs-” 

Connor mumbled a response. 

“What was that?” You asked, leaning the side of your head towards him so you can hear him. It took a lot for Connor to not kiss your cheek right then and there.

“It’s Popular from Wicked, right?” He said, letting his lips ghost over your cheek. You only hoped for him to kiss you there.

“Ding, ding ding! Okay, how about this?“ You sat up straight. ”One day more. Another day, another destiny.” You sang, channeling your inner Valjean. 

His eyebrows furrowed. “You literally just said the title, Y/N. It’s One Day More. Damn, that was easy.” You let one of your hands move to his face, pinching his nose. 

“Ouch!” He exclaimed, removing your hand from his face. 

“Alright, I’ll make it harder.” 

Still holding your hand, he couldn’t help but press a kiss onto your knuckles. “Sure, whatever.” You let a grin spread on your face. 

Pop, Six, Squish, Uh-Uh, Cicero, Lipschitz! He had it coming, he had it coming, he only had himself to bl-” You sang, each word rolling off your tongue with ease.

“It’s the Cell Block Tango.” Your eyes widened because you didn’t expect him to know such song. 

When he saw your stare, he let go of your hand and his eyes widened. “I mean, I think so? That’s just a guess.” 

“Mhmm, sure.” You hummed, braiding Connor’s hair.

He started chipping off some of the black polish on his nails. “Are we done?”

“Definitely not! Next song.“ You looked up, trying to think of another song.

“I got it! You gotta buy her rose, compliment her on her clothes. Say you appreciate that she’s smart. Nah man, you tell her that she excites you sexually. And that’s the way you get to her heart.

 “Voices in My Head?” He slowly crept his hand towards his hair, nudging it against one of your own.

You interlocked your fingers together. “You are impressing me, Connor. Okay, how about this? Meet me halfway. A touch and go of don’t know what to say, do we talk? Don’t expect too much, just walk.

“Obviously it’s the one from Dogfight? First Date slash Last Night. Everyone knows that.” He answers. 

“Actually, not everyone knows that.”

“Really? I though they did. It’s a wonderful song.” He mumbled to himself.

“Last one. Have no fear! You know we got your back from way back.” You sang loudly as that was probably one of your favorite songs. 

 You were surprised to hear Connor unconsciously sing the next part. “Brooklyn’s here! We’ll get your pay back and some payback.

It was quiet but you definitely heard it.

Your jaw dropped. “Oh my god, I’m dating a theatre nerd.” You confirmed.

Connor suddenly sat up. “Dating?” Your eyes widened. 

“I mean, I kind of thought we were. If we aren’t, that’s totally okay. I just-” You started rambling, waving your hands around in front of you as you tried to take back what you said.

"Shut up,” He spoke, making you silence yourself. “You’re starting to act like Evan for fuck’s sake.”

You tilted your head in confusion. “Evan who?”

“Doesn’t matter.” He squeezed your hand. “I like the idea of us dating. I’ve already liked you for a long ass time.” He mumbled the last part to himself. 

“You did?” You exclaimed a bit too excitedly as you caught what he said. “Since when?”

He blushed. “From one of your performances.”

“Which one?”

He groaned. “Do I really have to tell y-”

“Was it from Spring Awakening?” You cut him off.


“What is when I was an ensemble for Hamilton?”

“Not exactly.”

You sighed in defeat. “Well, where then? Because those are the musicals I know you have watched, the ones where Cynthia dragged you to.“

You leaned against Connor’s shoulder, feeling him tense up at first before relaxing. "Unless, you know, you’ve watched Annie and never told me. ” You continued, pointing at your shirt. 

You were expecting a snarky remark from Connor but he just stayed silent.

You felt your mouth curl into a smile. “You did not.”

"Shut up.”

“From there?” You giggled.

“Shut the fuck up, Y/N.”

“You really liked me since I played Annie?”  You spoke, chucking as you do.

He turned his body away from you. “I’m sorry if a little kid like me watched and actually liked the show.’ He spoke loudly, taking your laughter the wrong way. “I’ll go, okay. Fuck, I have to pick up Zoe anyways-”

“Connor, relax! I find it sweet,” You grabbed his shoulder before he stood up, facing him towards you. “I just couldn’t believe you waited for so long.” 

He held your hand once more. “I couldn’t believe you would date a freak like me. Have you even heard what people say about me in school?”

You shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. I don’t give a damn about that. I care about this,” You said with a gentle voice, looking at your intertwined hands.

“I care about you.”

Looking down on his feet, he spoke. “You wouldn’t leave me for some handsome broadway guy? Someone less messed up?”

“Of course, not. I would never pass up the chance to be with the one and only Connor Murphy!” You answer, kissing the corner of his mouth.

He bit his lower lip yet a smile still managed to form on his face. “You’re cheesy as hell.”

“I am. But hey, let’s talk about how you sang that line from Newsies.“ You started.


You stared at him, wiggling your eyebrows. “You’re a big fan, aren’t you?”

He scoffed. “No.”

“No, my ass. I bet Tommy Bracco is your goddamn idol.”

He stared at you. “Don’t get me started.”

Sorry I'm Allergic

A/N: Okay so warning this has smut also I started this at 4:30pm and now it’s 4:24am like this looks like it was done in one second

Harry always made sure everything in his life was how he preferred it. If he wanted something he got it, if he wanted certain things changed they were changed in a heartbeat. Now, Harry wasn’t cocky about it this was just something he had grown accustom to, so getting what ever he wanted came like second nature. Although it wasn’t just him getting “special treatment” he made sure his family always had what they needed in a matter of seconds.

The only thing Harry actually wanted was someone to be with, share his thoughts with, and put his love into. Don’t get me wrong, Harry put his life and soul into his music no questions asked but he just wanted someone  that could share their feelings with him and every thought they had ever come across. And that’s where you came along, well in Harry’s book. When Harry first saw you it was at a smoothie place near his house. You were ordering a Groovy Goji with a grilled chicken wrap.

Harry didn’t know what attracted him to you he didn’t think it was your face seeing half of it were covered by Hangover styled Aviators. Maybe it was your voice, while it did sound beautiful it was the perfect mix of nasally, soft, and filled with confidence. The only words he heard there ‘goji’ 'also’ 'chicken’ since the strong wind was impairing most of his hearing. Goji and chicken sounded great to Harry but that wasn’t it either. So Harry decided it was the way you carried yourself, you stood tall and determined not to mention the natural glow you had.

Harry quickly ordered his food and sat at the table in front of you hoping to catch a glimpse of your face. A little after you both got settled you took off your sunglasses and he finally saw your full face. Harry was completely floored, it was obvious your beauty wasn’t the reason you attracted him but it was just a little bonus to finally see your face. Harry sipped on his antioxidant smoothie and tried to get a your attention buy dropping things and and coughing very loudly but you never made an effort to look up. Harry grow frustrated very quickly, everyone in the damned store looked at him with the “Oh my gosh it’s the Harry Styles” but the one girl he wanted wouldn’t even glance at him.

As said before Harry always got what he wanted, right now Harry wanted this girl to notice him and he got none of that. A hour passed of Harry ordering numerous drinks and still no contact from this girl. When he almost gave up the girl closed her laptop, shoved it in her bag and walked toward the door.

“See you again Y/N” the barista called out behind her. So that was her name it most definitely fit her face. Now Harry had a name and a face but he still seeked more. It was obvious he could have came back tomorrow and seen you, the barista’s words as evidence, but that just wasn’t enough. So the only thing that made sense to Harry was to follow you yes full on stalker follow you.

Harry made sure you were out of sight of the shop windows before towing after you. He pressed in his mind which direction you were going he all so made sure he was a good ten feet behind you at all times. While in this pursuit of you he’s learned a lot if things, everyone and he means everyone knew who were he watched as you received “Hi Y/N!” “Hello love, how are ya?” You replied with smiles, waves, and answers to those question. This whole ordeal made Harry more curious as to who you are. As he pondered who you might be he didn’t notice you stopped and turned to face him, causing Harry to crash into you.

“Okay listen here mister, I let it slide when you stared at me back at the shop even when you followed me for two blocks. But now you’re just being creepy so can you just please leave me alone?”

Harry’s heart dropped down to his stomach, blinded by the thought of this girl he completely forgot right and wrong. For god’s sake he had followed this poor girl. “ ’M so sorry. I didn’t mean ta freak yeh out I just wanted to talk to yeh.” Harry explained. “Mmm really? Ever tried 'Hey wanna talk’?”

“I’m sorry. Can I please make it up to you? I just wanna talk to yeh a bit. Maybe over a goji berry smoothie?” Harry proposed, hoping for a positive response.

“Nope sorry I’m allergic” with that she turned on her heel and kept walking down the street. Harry had properly blew it and he was more than frustrated. On his walk home he thought about what he could do to try and make the situation better. The last thing Harry wanted to do was leave a bad taste in your mouth, that’s when he thought about the barista’s words “See you again Y/N!”

Harry woke up the next day with a plan already in his head, it wasn’t that elaborate but it was a start. He woke up and put on his best outfit, with the help of his sister, and walked to the shop that got him in the mess in the first place. Harry ordered his antioxidant smoothie and a sandwich for himself with a groovy goji and a grilled chicken wrap for Y/N. Merely minutes later you walked in  “Hey! Over here.” Harry called. You looked in the direction of the voice, once you saw who it was you tried to leave immediately, but Harry was too fast. “Please jus sit down with meh so we can talk.”

“No, I don’t talk to people like you.”

Harry has never gotten that response before when he asked to talk to someone. This girl really put up a challenge but that just enticed him more. “Just because ’m famous doesn’t mean ’m stuck up if tha’s what yeh think”

Y/N looked up at Harry with dulled slow blinking eyes. “Famous?” she chuckled “ When I said people like you I meant creepy, if we’re being honest here I have no idea who you are.” Now that was a huge blow to Harry’s ego, not only did she not know him, she called him creepy. “Yeh don’t know who I am? ’M Harry Styles I’m from the band One Direction well I’m doing my own thing for the time being but.”

Y/N racked her brain for 'Harry Styles' or 'One Direction’ but nothing came up. Of course Y/N didn’t live under a rock she always knew the latest songs and Netflix TV shows but she had never heard of Harry and his band. Now she was being pursued by this hot shot since yesterday that she hasn’t heard of mainly because their prime years were covered by her emo phase which left no room for boy bands. Since My Chemical Romance and One Direction didn’t mesh well on a playlist she was left completely clueless “Yeah dude, I don’t know who you are.” Harry sighed but maybe this was a good thing, since Y/N didn’t know him she may not associate him with the womanizer image that didn’t represent him at all. “Okay well maybe we could chat about it ovar some food and such?”

Y/N thought about it, if this guy really was a creep she could rely on the employees to save her since she’s on a first name basis with all of them and even texts a few of the baristas from time to time. There was no doubt his name held weight because yesterday everyone flocked to him as soon as they walked in. At first she just thought he was a local like her self but some people asked for pictures and autographs, she thought that was odd but the letter she was writing to her brother overseas was way more important than some pretty boy local.

After a long sigh Y/N says “I guess so.” with a smile that made Harry’s heart flutter. Harry lead you to the table where your food was set up “ I got what I heard you order yesterday. That’s not really helping the creep case but.” Harry said while he sat her down and pushed her chair into the table. “Yeah no it’s fine, really sweet actually.”

Harry and Y/N talked about a lot first was about his first band and his experience on the X Factor. Harry’s talk lead more into One Direction and the great times he’s had with all four guys and even giving Y/N insight on some of the worst. Then Harry let Y/N have the spotlight where she talked about her upbringing. She told Harry just about every embarrassing story in her life because that’s what made him laugh the most. Y/N and Harry talked the whole entire day, in fact they didn’t even notice until one of the employees told them the place was closing.

They walked outside the shop to bid a goodbye to one another but they both didn’t want the night to end so Harry had an idea “Come ovar my place for a bit? We could talk some more.” Harry leaned his forehead on to hers and intertwined their fingers.


Harry and Y/N walked back to his house, they talked some more about TV shows Harry spewed out his favorite in a heartbeat since he barely watched TV but he always had a few he tuned to immediately. Y/N however recommend every show on HGTV like Flip or Flop and Vintage Flip just to name a few. Harry never heard of these shows but seeing the excitement in her eyes made him want to watch them more so they agreed to watch it when they got to his place.

They got to his place in a matter of minutes he ushered her in just incase any paps were waiting to catch a glimpse of him.“So this is my place, it’s not much but I call it home.” This place looked beautiful to Y/N different art pieces decorated the white walls, different crystals sat on side tables each were different in shapes and sizes but were all connected by a common color of red. The living room and a color plan of yellow, black, and red it was weird but Harry made it work. The two walked to his couch and took a seat “Now show me this House Hunters you go on about.”

After about four episodes and Harry yelling at the wifes when they complained about the light fixtures our the shower head, the two found themselves cuddling on his couch. Y/N lifted her self from his chest to get to his face “H, calm down show’s fake anyways she’s just bitchin’ for no reason.” Harry looked up at her, her eyes were glazed over and her hair was a hot mess because Harry ran his fingers through her hair, getting it tangled, but she looked absolutely adorable. “It is? Tha’s upsetting.”

Y/N chuckled and started to ramble about something but Harry was too focused on her lips, they were puffy and looked so soft Harry couldn’t help himself. Harry reached up to capture her lips Y/N was caught off guard but it felt right and she quickly melted into the kiss. This wasn’t the 'sparks are flying’ 'fireworks in my stomach’ type of kisses because those just didn’t happen, but this was the best kiss Y/N has ever had in her life no doubt. Push came to shove and they’re in his living room making out like horny teenagers.Y/N was the one to break the kiss “Can we, I don’t know. Go to your room or something?” she said gasping for air

Harry didn’t hesitate before he lifted Y/N up and wrapped her thighs around him. He ran upstairs and dropped Y/N on the bed before crawling over her. “So beautiful love, jus’ layin’ here fo’ meh.” Harry kissed her cheek trailing down to her jawline then neck. Y/N started to moan when he sucked a sweet spot under her ear. “Oh babe that feels amazing!” she moaned and grabbed a hold of his hair. Her moans ignited something in Harry that caused him to rut his cock on her thigh.

Harry made sure he had two beautifully colored marks on her neck and collar bone before continuing. He lifted the bottom of her shirt to under her breast. Harry kissed, sucked, and kitten licked her lower stomach. Different profanities including fuck and shit leaving her mouth her skirt created no barrier as Harry continued his assault while rubbing her panty clad clit. Y/N took her shirt off and massaged her breast through her bra “Fuck Harry do something please I need you!”

Harry decided to give her what she wanted, he reached up to undo the clasps on her bra and slid it off her arms. “You’re such a fooken sight to see petal. Your tits are so perfect, let me get us situated then I’ll get back to those, okay beautiful?” Harry went down to her lower region he pulled down the zipper on her skirt and slid them down her legs. Then Harry leaned in to place a kiss her her clit he licked and sucked as much as he could seeing she still had underwear on. “Sweetheart, these little thongs yeh have on are so beautiful pet, bet they make ya ass look incredible. In fact turn around and let me see it babe.”

Y/N whined “Baby please I just want you in me please H I’ll do anything!”

“Love when I say do something, yeh do it. I don’t wanna spank that pretty ass red. But I will.”

Y/N groaned but turned around on her stomach. “Christ sweetheart I was right.” Y/N’s ass was beautiful it was the perfect size for Harry her ass turned Harry’s semi hard straight into a raging hard on. He dove into her ass, Harry licked and kissed under her left ass cheek while the right hand grabbed onto her other ass cheek. Y/N never thought someone paying this much attention to her ass would feel so good but now that it’s happened she doesn’t want to have sex again if it didn’t include this part. Most of her moans were muffled by Harry’s pillows but they both knew how aroused she was especially Harry since he could smell her dipping in between her legs.

“Sweetheart, yeh smell absolutely wonderful take off those pretty panties fo’ meh.” While Y/N took care of that, Harry quickly stripped out of his clothes, leaving his cock angry red and throbbing. Harry laid down between her spread legs as she still laid. Harry spread her pussy lips apart and blew cold air on her opening. “Har baby that feels so good, you’re doing me so good but please baby fuck me.”

“In a second love.” Harry tongued her entrance. He took his time while he ate her out he’d smack her ass a few times just to watch it bounce luckily it turned her on so it was a win-win. After Harry ate her to the verge of tears “Harry baby I’m gonna cum I’m so close babe I’m right there jus- Harry!”

“Yeh aren’t cummin’ 'till I’m deep inside you pet. But I got one more thing to do.” Harry flipped her over to see her face, her face was flushed she she was sweating, not to mention the tears going down her face. Harry cooed and wiped her tears away “I’ll let you cum in a second pet, just let me play with those pretty tits first.” Harry leaned up to circle his tongue around her nipples, making them hard. He took her pointed nipples in between his teeth and tugged on them. Y/N wanted him to fuck her so bad but this felt almost as good almost. “Harry please fuck me!”

“Okay love I gotcha. Hand meh a condom outta that drawer.” after Harry got the condom on he rubbed the head of his cock on her slit. He got whines in return from Y/N so he finally thrusted in. “Fuck Harry! You’re so big my gosh fuck me baby” The words coming from her mouth made him thrust faster, her cunt was heavenly around his cock since he had a condom on he couldn’t feel everything he’d like but he still felt on top of the world inside of her. Harry held her legs at his hips then reached down to capture this girls lips. Harry got his deepest and thrusted his hardest into Y/N and he could cum at any second. “Harry please I’m almost there!” that’s all he needed before reaching down to rub her clit. That’s what pushed her over the edged, Y/N came on his cock “Tha’s it baby cum all over Daddy’s cock I got you pet I’m right here.”

Y/N’s climax crashed down on her while Harry’s followed shortly after. Harry laid down beside his lover. “Stay tha night, I’ll make you breakfast in the morning and maybe we can have a round two.” Y/N obviously didn’t need to think twice about this offer. “Okay but next time I want to be in charge.”

“I think we can work sum out.”

foreign exchange student! Woozi

anon requested: “can i request foreign exchange!woozi au? ;-; or if that won’t work, highschool!woozi au? ;-; i love this account so much ;-;-;-;-;-;-;-; tyyyyy if you do”

Admin note: This is admin Meagan’s first full length au, show her some love guys thank you~~~<3 ^~^

  • Foreign exchange student! Jihoon
  • okay so Jihoon would definitely be a music major
  • I’m a 200% sure
  • always dreamed of studying in a foreign country
  • wants to be exposed to the music world in America
  • and learn the differences in their music
  • because he’s just so passionate in music??
  • so talented in piano and guitar
  • and smol little Jihoon just wanted to make a name for himself in the music industry (precious bean)
  • he applied for so many different exchange programs
  • and he managed to snatch it in his 3rd year of uni!
  • much excitement
  • but also very scary
  • tbh he couldn’t believe when his professor told him he got picked
  • “Lee Jihoon, you’ve been picked for the foreign exchange student program in America!”
  • “hah good joke professor I ain’t falling for it" 
  • “even with these documents in my hand you have to fill in?”
  • “wHAT”
  • he had a few months before he has to fly off to America
  • he was ecstatic but also quite sad
  • because once he leaves he won’t be seeing his pals for a year
  • especially Seungcheol and Jeonghan who would graduate when he comes back ://
  • “It’s okay Jihoon!! Don’t worry about us! You’re finally being recognised for your talents~” (the best support system)
  • he’ll miss dance major Soonyoung always bringing him coffee in the morning
  • and studying with medical student Wonwoo in the library
  • and definitely high school senior chan!
  • He’ll be an adult once he comes back
  • his last few months seemed to pass by quickly
  • too quickly
  • it seems like he found out the good news yesterday
  • and excitedly meeting his 11 friends in front of campus to tell them about it
  • “I’m goiNG TO AMERICA”
  • “THATS MY BOi!”
  • “will you survive?”
  • “America is so big pls don’t get lost!”
  • “you’ll do well! I know it~”
  • his schedule being packed every week because they all want to spend time with him before he’s off for a year :’)
  • spends lots of time with his mom and dad as well
  • because he’s an only child
  • tries to fit his whole 22 years of life in 2 suitcases and a box
  • the box being a box of ramen
  • from the boys of course surprise surprise
  • “yah don’t forget to eat Jihoon-ah”
  • also brings along his guitar and a keyboard
  • the boys made time just to send him off to the airport :’)))
  • lots of skinship which he doesn’t usually likes
  • but he knows he’ll miss these idiots and their crazy antics
  • like Jeonghan dressing as a girl to get free drinks from guys at the bar
  • to sneaking chan into a club one time
  • “is this even a good idea?”
  • “shush Seungcheol this is good exposure for him”
  • really gonna miss these dumbos being in his life 4 sureee
  • before he knew it, he already landed in Los Angeles, California
  • which will be his home for the next year
  • his host family is the Hong’s and their music major son Joshua
  • LA’s actual Prince™
  • nervous about meeting them at the airport but they’re actually soooo nice!
  • instantly treats Jihoon as their son :’)
  • Joshua brought Jihoon to their new uni
  • and gave him a tour so he’ll get used to the surroundings
  • and brings him out to hotspots in LA!
  • constantly ensures him his English is pretty okay!
  • the night before his new semester starts he’s like !!!!!
  • Joshua brews him camomile tea to calm him down
  • and the next day school starts!
  • Joshua’s mom made them breakfast and even packed them lunch!
  • and Jihoon is just walking besides Joshua shyly because Joshua was friends with everyone??
  • “why must he be friends with everyone someone save me”
  • just imagine this smol cute boi with disheveled hair walking around campus with his guitar slung over his back and cradling some music scores
  • “Joshua Hong stop walking so fast,,, 1 step for you is 2 for me”
  • he actually adjusted pretty well to this new school
  • making friends pretty easily and enjoying everything
  • even the last minute, late night homework session with Joshua
  • 3 months in he had an assignment to work with a singing major to produce a song
  • and it’s you!!
  • you were pretty nervous when you heard you’ll be paired up with Lee Jihoon
  • because you kept hearing other students talking about how he’s too good
  • “how isn’t he a famous name yet?”
  • “especially with those songs right?”
  • you just didn’t want to do bad
  • and create something he’ll be happy with
  • “Hello my name’s Lee Jihoon and I’m excited to work with you”
  • which resulted in hanging out with him pretty often
  • I mean like a lot
  • especially when he wanted to find inspiration
  • “do you mind following me to the park?”
  • working together was awkward at first
  • but he found out that you knew a bit of Korean
  • and you helped him with english
  • and over time it just eased out~
  • going out for food a lot
  • eating the stress away lmao
  • got pretty attached to you
  • even told his friends in Korea about you
  • “might as well start dating her if you’re acting like this”
  • gets advice from his hyungs on how to not rush things
  • except Jeonghan
  • “just kiss her and she’ll be all over you”
  • “Jeonghan no”
  • in the end
  • the song yall produced together was such a bop
  • both of you guys got an A+ for it
  • you were kinda sad that you would stop hanging out that often
  • but the opposite actually happened
  • you guys always went for coffee runs and went to the morning market together
  • just some good quality time together™
  • always bring each other’s coffee fix
  • which upsets Hoshi a bit lmao
  • you started to grow more feelings towards him as well
  • because you were just so comfortable around him?? And he’s such a complex person and you enjoyed talking to him?
  • but you knew a lot of other people want to be with him
  • so you decided to back off
  • until you saw him with Joshua in the campus café
  • with his back facing you
  • you decided to creep up behind him
  • and overheard in what little Korean you know, Jihoon saying to Shua
  • “you know that girl I worked with for my music assignment? I think I like her”
  • and you’re just like,,,,,, did I understand that correctly?
  • and Joshua just looks at you standing in shock behind Jihoon
  • “why is your face like that Shua-hyung?”
  • “is it true?”
  • Jihoon literally gets the shock of his life
  • he’s like wait what !!!!
  • and he can’t pretend it didn’t just happen because out of the few phrases in Korean, you understood what he said
  • and Joshua kind of pushes the two of you together while smiling
  • and from then on
  • you guys were known as the musical couple
  • practicing with each other often
  • and lots of other cute couple stuff
  • nothing changed drastically
  • from being friends to lovers
  • because y'all just had that sought after best friend love
  • that everyone is jealous off
  • and for your birthday
  • this boy spoils you 
  • he writes a love song just for you! <333
  • and when he plays it for you he literally becomes a peach
  • blushing everywhere and couldn’t stop smiling at your reaction!
  • “this is the best Jihoon! Thank you!”
  • and he’s just staring at you like you’re his everything
  • so much love for you
  • the last sentence of the song was
  • “I’m excited to have you in my life” <3333

~admin meagan


Friends With Some Benefits

Pairing: Reader x Tom Holland

Rating: PG-13

A/N: I advise you you to read this first for background information before diving in: You are famous for whatever, I left that up to you ( a singer, an actress, etc.) You knew Tom before he was cast in all those movies and you two are best friends, along with Harrison. You visited Tom on the set of Chaos Walking. This story is based of of SwooZie and iiSuperwomanii’s video, “Friends WITH NO Benefits.”

This is my first imagine…with like real life people.

This isn’t my best work which is why I posted the above information here instead of figuring out a creative way to weave it into the story. Also some stuff are supposed to be italicized but I can’t figure out to do that on Tumblr and I have to go to bed now so I will figure it out in the morning.

Last time he was home, Tom had stolen his Wii, which Paddy wasn’t too happy to find out about and in retrospect, he could’ve just bought another one. They weren’t that expensive to buy now as it wouldn’t have left so much as a dent on his affluent movie star income. But he had promised to make it up to his little brother whenever he got home. And besides, if he and Harrison hadn’t set it up to his trailer TV you three would be dying of boredom right about now.
He also brought WiiSports, a couple of Legend of Zelda games, JustDance, and of course, always a party favorite, Mario Kart.
You were glad too because Mario Kart was your shit and you were kicking his ass at the moment. You were in first place while he had been stuck in sixth for the last two laps.
“Remind me not to let you pick Rainbow Road ever again,” Tom said, eyes glued to the screen and furiously turning the Wii steering wheel.
“You’re not too bad,” you almost panted. “Doing better than most of the CPUs.”
“You just lapped me!”
“Yeah, I lap everybody. Get fucking used to it, Stanley.”
Okay. Now he was angry. He hated when you called him Stanley. Granite, he hated when anyone called him Stanley and he regretted even telling you his middle name in the first place.
Harrison looked up from his phone where he was sitting at the table. “I warned ya, mate.”
“Shut up.” The actor spat out.
Harrison laughed.
You passed the finish line the fifth time, revealing that you had won the race. Tom groaned, clsoing his eyes. “You suck……”
“Acutally, I think you are the one who sucks considering that you lost,” you smirked.
Tom elbowed you in your shoulder and you droned out a mocking, “Ow!” before elbowing him back and he smiled. You bit your lip because you didn’t want him to see you smiling too.
“You guys are adorable,” Harrison said nonchalantly, “no wonder your fans think you’re dating.”
“I don’t know why, they’ve never seen us act like this.” Tom shrugged.
“Uh yeah but dude, the amount of Snapchats and Insta-stories you post together is enough to kind of get me suspicious. And I know you!” Harrison exclaimed incredulously, throwing his hands up at the last part.
“Exactly,” you piped up. “You know him. It would be nice to have an alibi to tell people we’re not together.” You were busy picking another course on the game to join their conversation fully.
Tom eyed his best friend, one brow cocked and a hand on his hip.
Harrison turned back to his phone, ignoring his best friend’s expectant glare and acting like he didn’t hear you. “Look, all I’m saying is people ship you guys like FedEx and they know you’re at least friends with benefits.”
You stopped.
“No, no! Not with benefits. Just… friends.” Tom’s throat was dry, you could tell by the way he was stammering. He was freaking out just upon hearing that phrase.
“Some benefits?”
“No!” He was blushing.
“Well, your ship name is even all over my Twitter.”
It was all over your Twitter too. And your Instagram. And you barely checked your Facebook but you were pretty sure it was on there too. It was all over Tom’s social media but he just shook it off. You, secretly, didn’t. You frequently scrolled through your millions and millions of comments and DMs, some of them saying how beautiful you were but mostly how lucky Tom was to have you. And you him. You let it get to you. Not in a bad way, of course, it was never mean but… ever since this whole ship thing between you two had started you couldn’t stop thinking about it but the way Tom just kind of shrugged it off made you kind of mad.
And you would never tell Tom this, or anyone, but once a Tom Holland fan account on Instagram led you to this thing called an ‘Imagine’ they had proudly written and you dared yourself to read it. It was probably fine for just his fans to enjoy but to you, it was visibly scarring and you immediately stopped once it got too much. You thought of deleting the Instagram app, saying to your fans that you’d only be using Twitter from now on but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. That night, you felt heat rise within you and an urge down there present and you realized how much you wanted Tom’s lips on yours.
His soft, kiss-able lips on yours, as described in the Imagine. Suddenly, you were blushing too but your head was still directed to the TV screen so no one noticed.
“What do you want us to do about it?” Tom asked, looking hollowed.
“I don’t know. Make-out a little on camera so then people will know you’re not dating.”
That came as a fucking surprise. “WHAT?!?” Tom and you both screamed, turning toward him. There was no hiding your blushes now. Both of your faces were as red as Spider-Man’s suit!
“How would THAT tell people we’re not dating?” Tom said, voice cracking.
You found it so funny. In those Imagines (okay, so you read more than one) his fans wrote your friend as a suave masterful sex god who knew what you wanted at all times… (not that you would know, you stopped when it got too naughty) but really Tom was just as awkward as a middle schooler asking his first crush to a dance when it came to that sort of stuff. He was, quite literally, Peter Parker.
“Well then it would be like you kissing another actor, you know? If you’re willing to fully make-out on camera, then maybe everyone will see that it’s meaningless and move on, hopefully.” He added that last part under his breath.
There was silence for a couple of seconds as Tom looked back at you, then Harrison, almost like he was considering this. He was actually considering this.
“You can’t seriously be considering this.” You said, on the outside looking like it was a ridiculous plan but on the inside your heart was racing and your body was burning.
“Alright,” Tom almost whispered after another bout of silence. “I’m sick of this.” He rounded the couch as fast as he could and you followed him with your whole body, still sitting on the couch, wide-eyed.
Harrison stumbled out of his chair to slide into a good angle across the couch and hit the ‘Record’ button on his phone. You could hear the sound. And you swallowed hard; no way to hide your steaming blush this time. You slid off the couch to get away from his shot but he quickly found a better one and you were thinking fuck.
With one swipe of his arm, Tom knocked everything off the brown coffee table: the Chaos Walking script, a couple of water bottles, and your game controllers, and then pointed to it almost innocently. “Table?”
“No.” You said. He sat back, “Look, Tom. We’ve been friends for a really long time -”
“-Ever since before you got famous. So I think if something was gonna happen between us, it would’ve already happened.”
“I mean all your fangirls think you are to die for but if you ask me, I-” All of a sudden, his hands placed themselves right in the pockets of your knees and before you had time to think, he pulled you closer. You braced a hand on his shoulder because fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.
Maybe he was as suave as all the Imagines said.
Then his hands moved up your thighs. Fuck. And you lowered youself to the ground in a futile attempt to get away from his incoming face. “Maybe the fans are right, though. I mean, they’ve seen you wear my shirts a couple of times.” He said aS IF HE WASN’T LEANING IN CLOSER TO YOU HOLY SHIT.
“Okay, Tom, you’re literally not helping this sutation at all. Just because I wear a random guy’s shirt does not mean we’re dating.”
“Random guy?” he quipped but with a devious smile. Still. Coming Closer. To. You.
“Well, no, I didn’t mean it like that just…’re my best friend. I don’t think we’re couple-worthy. We disagree on too many things.”
“Your favorite superhero is Batman so I don’t really think we’d get along there,” he said as he perfectly meshed his mouth with yours. Apparently, you’d get along in other ways. You breathed into the kiss and Tom tilted his head so he could slowly introduce his tongue into your mouth.
Boy, slow down. You didn’t want him to slow down.
His gracious hand stayed at the place on your waist and you slung one arm around his neck. If Harrison was making any noise, you couldn’t hear it because you were too focused on the way Tom moaned into you, feeling your body mold into his. You never quite believed in heaven until Tom kissed lower to your neck and then you instantly knew it existed because bitch you were there.
You were there until your felt Tom’s hand on your stomach, his thumb circling your belly button and your shirt was rising up. You finally remembered that Harrison was not only watching, but recording this. And you did not want your shirt coming off on camera so you freaked out and pushed Tom away. You couldn’t stop panting and he couldn’t stop staring breathlessly at you, looking like a deer in the head lights. Back to awkward Peter Parker Tom.
You could still feel the heat of contact of Tom’s hand on your skin, like he had left a handprint there. He had never touched you like that before.
The two of you slowly turned to Harrison, who sat there with an open mouth and pressed the 'Stop’ button absentmindedly. “Holy shit, guys.”