ask for an autograph and some pictures

earth2diana  asked:

what are your favorite jealous yuuri fics?? ;)

If you liked my jealous!Victor list, get ready for these jealous!Yuuri fics… I love these fics omfg


Look Only at Me by ThatDarnOtaku, Explicit, 3.3k
Yuuri overheard a conversation he shouldn’t and decides to take action. SPICY KATSUDON ALERT

Momentary Relapse by Chymaille, Gen, 1.8k
Being engaged to a living legend isn’t always easy, especially when your traitorous brain is always looking for an excuse to remind you that you don’t deserve him. On a date night, Viktor attracts once again the attention of a pretty girl and Yuuri doesn’t handle that very well. Thumbs up!

Even if I Tried by deathbycoldopen, Teen, 6.7k
His eyes flickered over to Viktor, then back to the ice. There was a different kind of heat invading his cheeks now, all too familiar and unwelcome. “Um,” he said quietly. “Mostly I just wanted people to feel good watching it.”
Lie. He’d only thought of one person. Great fic!

in which yuuri owns victor’s ass by kozumekenna, Explicit, 1.6k
Yuuri decides that it’s time to show his boyfriend’s fans who Victor really belongs to. WOOOOOW!

You’re My Favourite Of Them All by Grassepi, Gen, 3.3k
Viktor adores his fans. They’re everywhere- in China, in Europe, in Japan, the entire country of Russia… he’s always loved interacting with them, wherever they approached him. They support him, they love him, they throw him flowers and ask for pictures and autographs. Perhaps it wasn’t so surprising that he fell in love with one in the end. Love this!

Melting the Ice by fujoshikoi, Teen, 2.8k
What’s Yuuri’s problem? Victor wants to know. What is this feeling? Yuuri wants to understand. Definitely recommend!

Show Me by actualgayrobot, Explicit, 1.2k
Yuuri finds himself hot and bothered after his most recent Eros performance, wanting nothing more than some alone time in a private room to sort out his problems. He doesn’t plan to drag Viktor with him, it just kind of… happens. Spicy!

If you try sometimes, you get what you need by whosays_penultimate, Mature, 34k
After Viktor kissed Yuuri at the Cup of China, Yuuri closed off from a potential relationship, due to his insecurity and anxiety. Having decided Yuuri doesn’t want him, Viktor goes pleasure-seeking. After Yuuri finds him with another man, they decide to commit to each other and take things slow. They’re wildly different people, so will they make it work? Angsty but with a happy ending!

A Skating Scholarship by Viktorsfeet, Teen, 35k
In which Phichit and Yuuri are roommates and he has a hopeless crush on Viktor. Jealous!Yuuri AND jealous!Victor… enjoy!

i may be bad (but i’m perfectly good at it) by kxtsukiyuri, Explicit, 2.8k
Yūri loved Viktor. He really, truly did, with all his heart. But sometimes, Viktor could get a little too flirty at competitions, flitting from skater to skater with a sultry smile and well… Yūri wasn’t exactly pleased when that happened. So sometimes Viktor needed a little reminder who he belonged to.


The Case of Separated Cockles.

GIF 1: Misha is quietly signing his posters. 

GIF 2: Jensen tries to move closer to Misha but is asked to go back to his place. Misha notices.

GIF 3: Then Misha disappears from his seat. 

GIF 4: Misha magically finds himself beside Jensen. It is important to note that Misha took the long way around to buy himself some time but sadly it didn’t work. Misha is asked to go back to his place.

And after the autograph session, they magically ended up beside each other to take pictures. 

Property of Dean Winchester

Originally posted by weallneedcastiel

SUMMARY: You and Jensen are best friends, you accompany him to Nashville for the convention and drunken hijinks ensue!

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x (bestfriend!)reader

Word Count: 1810

Warnings: Some swearing

A/N: So i have been struggling with writing and what not, and the other day this idea hits me. I am basing it off the information that I saw about NashCon and it just grew to this fic. This would be my first attempt at writing a possible more than friends type fic based on the actual actor. I mean no disrespect to Danneel, we will just consider her happy with someone else for the purpose of this fic. Also a huge shout out to Daddy B aka @bigdaddymongoose, she is my rock and helps me out sooo much with writing!

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“C’mon you two, let’s hit another bar!” Jared laughed, drunk off his ass already.

You giggled, watching your best friend trying to walk unaided. His bow legs making the staggering all the more comical. Finally, he made it to your side, he threw an arm around you, almost knocking the two of you to the ground.

“I think Jay here has had enough,” you snickered.

After the tour of the Jack Daniels Distillery and all the free shots, then the dart throwing game with Jason and the guys and more shots imbibed. Next, Creation Ent wanting to celebrate Jay’s birthday during the Saturday Night Special concert with you guessed it more alcohol involved. Let’s just say when Jay sang Tennessee Whiskey, he was almost three sheets to the wind then. If Jared got his way, this would be the third bar you all hit.

Jensen started shaking his head, “No, I-I think we need more bars,” he grinned. “Me likey, more acl-aco-alc-,” he furrowed his eyebrows like he was concentrating, “drinks.”

You laughed, “I think everybody is done for the night. You two have a panel in the morning, remember?” You smacked Jensen’s hand away from your face as he tried to “boop” your nose. “Stop that!”

Jared just gave you “Sam’s puppy eyes”, “Nope, Pada-gigantor, those will not work on me. I am impervious to “Mr. Awesome,” you jerked a thumb at Jensen, “you don’t stand a chance my tall friend.”

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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.”

I Need My Family (Avengers X Reader)

Characters: Avengers X Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Mention of harrassment, assault and swearing

Request: Soooo, the day isn’t over yet, huh? May I have a Reader x Avengers Team, where the reader is part time university student - part time Avenger (super abilities are left up to you), and reader somehow gets into some trouble that involves the police, and they try to keep it secret from the others, but Steve finds out and tells Wanda, then they tell the others? Have a good day. (Well, night) xx

Originally posted by hobbithope

Your ability was released near the end of your time in High school because of stress factors.  It caught the eye of SHIELD since your ability was to create magnetic shields that could even shift gravity. Your stress made your new ability overwhelming and you sent a shock wave through the school on accident that shattered windows, blasted open unlocked doors and forced students and teachers against walls like in a paranormal movie.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Could I request scenarios for Saeran&Zen when they're on a beach and suddenly they see that MC disappeared and they freak out that she drowned or something... and then she just casually walks to them and says that she was in toilet/shop/whatever? ^^; hope it's not too weird or complicated, have a nice day!

I loooooved doing this one! Also, I hope you have a nice day as well, anon (✿◠‿◠)

-you two decided to go on a spontaneous road trip to the beach
-when you got there, you didn’t expect a bunch of his fans to be there
-“tweeting out my location was probably not the best idea”
-you take away his phone for the day
-zen ended up having to entertain them for a while
-signing autographs, taking pictures etc.
-you decided to just sit in the sand, under some shade while he did that
-you were actually touched by how much he cared about his fans tbh
-at one point, he started a game of volleyball with them and asked you to join
-when you declined, offering to cheer him on from the sidelines, he made sure to try and impress you with his skills and muscles
-after every serve or any time he got the ball over, he’d look over to you for a reaction, hoping that you were just swooning at his presence
-after a few minutes of playing, he looked over only to not find you
-he thought that maybe you moved for some shade, but he couldn’t see you there either
-he was so distracted there for a second that he got a volleyball to the face
-after getting up, he left the game to see where you went
-and when he couldn’t immediately see you, he thought you had went for a swim
-and without wasting time, he ran towards the ocean
-“MC, I’m coming for you, don’t drown!”
-and with that he jumped right in, and started panicking even more when he couldn’t find you
-“MC! MC! Where are you?!”
-and with that, he whipped around to see you standing at shore with two water bottles in hand
-“I thought you’d need some water”
-he immediately rushed to you and held you tight, drenching you in the process
-you two didn’t go to the beach again for a while

-you finally convinced him to leave the house to go to the beach
-he’s not happy about it, but he sees how excited you are and sucks it up
-when you got there, you tried to get him to do anything
-you tried to toss a frisbee at him, but every time, without fail, he’d just stand and watch it fall
-“MC, you dropped something”
-“No, you’re supposed to catch it”
-this boi
-you offer to go for a walk along the shore, but he just stays seated in the sand
-you tried to grab his arm and drag him, but he ends up pulling you down to sit with him
-you offer to go for a swim
-he just isn’t having any of it
-“We’re supposed to be having fun, you know?”
-“I am having fun,” he said, “I just don’t want to do anything.”
-you got up and walked off, hoping this next idea will work
-he didn’t think much of it, though, thinking you were just heading to the bathroom or something
-after a few minutes, when you hadn’t returned, he started to worry a bit
-he took one look around and couldn’t see you immediately
-his mind started jumping to the worst case scenario
-‘what if they got eaten by a shark?’
-‘but I saw them walk the other way’
-with that thought, he started running everywhere to find you
-when he couldn’t find you, he headed towards water and jumped right in, ready to fight any shark, land or sea
-when he didn’t see you (or any sharks, for that matter) he went to get help
-running over to his phone, he saw you back where he was, bucket and tiny shovels in hand
-“Look who decided to go for a swim!”
-“Where did you go?” he asked, trying to contain his previous freak out
-“I thought maybe you’d want to build a sandcastle, so I went and bought supplies”
-he didn’t really want to, but the relief of seeing you made him settle to do anything you wanted
-and he ended up loving it
-made himself a fortress of sand to protect you from the sharks

Bar Fight (Avengers x reader)

Happy Friday! We made it to the end of the week. God I’m so tired, but that’s okay because now I get to sleep and write all weekend long. I came up with this idea while I was making mac and cheese and spinning around in my living room. Be proud. 

Description: You decided to join your friends, who happen to be the Avengers, at a bar on a Friday night. Everything was going great till some drunk guy decided to grind up against you. 

Warnings: Cursing, drinking, sexual harassment

“There she is. We were starting to wonder where you were.” Thor raised a glass to you, smiling. He was sitting at the bar with the rest of your friends, as you came through the door. You gave everyone a hug, and joined them. You sat in between Steve and Natasha.

The bartender came up to you, drying a glass. “Hm, I’ll have martini.” He nodded and began to make your drink. You pondered on the thought and decided that you definitely weren’t going to get drunk tonight.

“I’m so glad you were able to come for drinks tonight, it’s been lonely at the tower without you.” Natasha pouted her lips and gave you the puppy dog face that always made you laugh.

“Why don’t you just move back in? You know you wanna come back to us.” Steve winked playfully nudged your shoulder. You were a field agent, but you had some personal things you needed to take care outside of the Avengers and that required you to take some time off.

“Guys, come on. Don’t do this to me.” You looked between your two best friends with helpless eyes. “You know I’m going to come back, I just don’t know when. I’m working on it. I promise.” You threw your hands up in surrender, not knowing what more you could do for them. The three of you had a good laugh. They always teased you about how lonely it was during missions without your snarky comments and kickass presence.

“Thank you.” The bartender had placed your drink down and gave you a smile.

You had only two drinks in the span of two hours while Natasha had about four. Clint tried to stop her, knowing that she’d be complaining all of tomorrow about how he didn’t, but she wouldn’t listen. She finally dragged you to the middle of the room, forcing you to dance with her. When she tried to take you, you brought Steve with you, who then grabbed Sam’s sleeve and dragged him out. Soon enough, the whole team was out there dancing.

This was the bar you always came to with the team. It wasn’t crowded and people honestly couldn’t have cared less that you guys were the Avengers, so it was a safe place to hang out without having people constantly coming up to you, asking for pictures and autographs. The night went on, all of you laughing and having a good time. That was until some drunk guy stumbled towards you.

You were having a conversation with Thor and Tony about their latest mission. They were telling you the whole story, exaggerating how “amazing” they were. They always did.

“And then I burst through the door and said to him, ‘Did you really think you were going to get away from me?’ Thor was reenacting the face he had made when he said it, making you burst out laughing.

“You guys are such dorks.” You loved them, but sometimes they were total airheads. “Remember wh-” You were suddenly cut off by a completely wasted man who wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Hey baby. I saw you from over there and I couldn’t help myself from coming over here to talk to you.” He was smirking, checking out your body very conspicuously.

“Okay, one. Get the fuck off of me.” You threw his arm off of you and spun around so you were facing him. “Two, there is no way in hell that I’d even think about having a decent conversation with some prick who’s as drunk as you are.” You were getting pissed off now. Your friends were standing behind you, beginning to feel very overprotective.

“F/N, is there a problem?” Tony gave the guy a glare, trying to tell him to back off.

“Yeah, he was just leaving.” You hated guys like these. You began to walk away, your friends in tow. Their long strides made them walk in front of you, and your back was turned to the guy who you had left in the dust.

“You really want to play hard to get?” He was suddenly right behind you, whispering in your ear. He grinned against you, and your face showed complete shock. You scoffed, elbowing him in the face.

"Hey, don’t touch her!” Steve yelled across the room, catching the attention of everyone in the bar. “Back off. Now.” At this point, all your superhero and bad-ass friends were behind you. And then the prick’s drunken friends stumbled to rally up behind him.

“You mess with him, then you’ve messed with us.” One of his friend said, slurring his words, swaying back and forth like a tree that was about to fall. 

“Guys, walk away. They aren’t worth the fight.” You said to your very defensive group of friends while still making eye contact with the drunken douche bag. You turned away from him and walked towards the door. Thor and Bucky gave them all cold looks as they turned their backs to the group of drunks, following you out.

“You’re really one hell of a bitch, aren’t you?” The man who had harassed said, smirking. Now, you were completely done with his shit. You stormed back towards him and socked him in the face, breaking his nose. Blood began to run down his face. It was your turn to smirk. But, out of nowhere, one of his friends threw a beer bottle at Bucky’s head. Bucky didn’t even flinch, he just slowly turned his face towards the perpetrator. He punched him in the gut, and the guy fell over, cursing. Suddenly, it became an all out fight. Steve was fighting one drunk, while Sam was blocking hits from another, and even idled customers got into it. Why they did, you’ll never know. A woman came up to you while you had just taken the harasser down to the ground and slapped you across the face.

“Really? Was that honestly really necessary?” You rolled your eyes and swept her legs from underneath her. “Just stay down.”  

The fighting continued, and ten minutes later, all the people who joined the fight in the bar were out cold on the floor. You looked at the rest of your people, your family, and saw that not one of them look phased by what just happened. The bartender crept up from behind the bar and look at all of you terrified. 

“Uhm, sorry about this.” You chuckled awkwardly. “I’ll stop by tomorrow with a check for the damages, okay?” He nodded, looking completely scared of you and went back to hiding himself behind the bar. 

“Hey, at least we got our training sessions done for the weekend.” Tony’s snark comment was towards Steve who gave him a scowl in returned. You all started laughing, trying not to trip over the sleeping bodies. 

“Well, guys, that was… fun?” You chuckled. 

“F/N, you get us into so much trouble.” Sam said, teasing you.

You opened your car door, a sly grin on your face. “Exactly why you wouldn’t want me back at the tower now, right?” 

And before anybody could say anything, you hopped in and sped away. Steve watched you drive away and turned to the rest of the team, laughing. 

“She’s definitely something else.”

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Wrestlers Are People Too

Okay, so this is going to be a post of my personal thoughts and opinions on some things I’ve been seeing lately. This is probably going to upset a few people, and if I lose followers over it, so be it. I want to get it all off my chest. I don’t usually get involved in stuff like this. I usually keep my personal opinions to myself, I write fics and reblog photos and gifs and that’s it. I don’t like drama, and I avoid it when I can. But there are a few things that I just can’t bite my tongue about anymore.

Many of you probably saw Chris Brookes’ posts on Twitter today and he has a point. I think a lot of fans forget that wrestlers are actual people. Yes, they are public figures. Yes, they put on shows for fans each and every night. And Yes they are in the public eye. But I think we sometimes forget that there’s an actual human being behind those faces and characters we see in the ring each and every night.

There’s a person behind the face you see on TV or in a ring. A person who has feelings. A person who deserves the right to their privacy just like you or I or anyone else. I think people sometimes think that because they are in the public eye they are fair game. They’re not. If you see something that is private, don’t share it. Don’t spread it. How would you like it if personal things whether it’s pictures, phone numbers, addresses, or whatever it may be, got spread all over the internet for the entire world to see? You probably wouldn’t like it very much. These guys don’t like it either.

These guys (and girls for that matter) sacrifice more than a lot of people even realize. Yes, they are living their dreams. Yes, some of them get paid good money for what they do? But what people don’t see is the other side to it. The days, weeks, months spent away from their families. The mothers, fathers, brothers, and sisters of these performers who don’t see their son or daughter or brother or sister for weeks and sometimes months. You don’t see the wives who don’t see their husbands for weeks on end because he is on the road putting food on the table. You don’t see the wives left at home to raise the kids while the husband is off wrestling a string of shows. People don’t think about the kids that don’t get to have their dad tuck them in every night because he is thousands of miles away wrestling. You don’t see the birthdays, anniversaries, and other moments these performers miss.

These guys wrestle multiple times a week, putting their body through things a lot of us can’t even imagine. They have money to buy a nice house, but because their schedules are so crazy they are never home, so what’s the point? They’re expected to show up at work if they’re sore or tired or sick. There’s no sick days unless you’re in a hospital bed. Even if they get a day off from in ring action they’re calling into a radio station for an interview or going to some kind of appearance. They eat, work out, drive for hours to the next city, wrestle a match, shower, go to bed, and then wake up and do it all over again the next day.

Not to mention the fact that privacy goes out the window. I personally know people in the wrestling industry. I’ve seen the lack of privacy first hand. They can’t go anywhere without getting stopped at least twice by a fan for a picture or an autograph. They can’t go out to a bar for drinks with their buddies without some stranger coming up and asking for a picture. They can’t go to a restaurant without noticing several cell phones trying to low key take pictures of them only to post them on social media saying they were in the same restaurant as so and so. They can’t have a dinner with their wife and kids because people are constantly interrupting. The thing that upsets me the most is 9/10 people don’t even have the courtesy to ask. They just assume that the wrestler is going to take the picture with them. I get it. I know it’s cool when you see a celebrity or a wrestler out somewhere in public. And it’s okay to ask for a picture. I’m not saying you can’t ask for a picture or an autograph. But try saying “Please.” Remember to say “Thank You.” Manners go a long way with stuff like this.

The other thing I’ve seen a lot of is hate on significant others of wrestlers. Along with wrestlers being people, their wives are too. One person, in particular, I’ve seen getting a lot of hate is Renee Young. If you don’t like Renee because you don’t think she’s a good interviewer or you don’t agree with something she says, that’s one thing. I can respect your opinion. You have the right to disagree or dislike someone. You don’t have the right to send them hateful messages.  If you send hate or create a hate blog about her just because you’re jealous of the fact that she’s married to Dean Ambrose and you aren’t…I can’t respect that. How would you like it if you had people sending you messages saying they wished you were dead? Probably wouldn’t feel good, would it? We need to stop with this sending of hate. It’s NOT okay!! And it’s not just Renee. She is one of many people that this happens to. I’ve seen it happen to Seth Rollins’ girlfriend. I’ve seen it happen to AJ Style’s wife. I’ve seen it happen to Roman Reigns’ wife. Sami Zayn’s wife. Baron Corbin’s wife. Whoever it may be. If you are one of these people sending them hate because you’re jealous of their relationship or their marriage. JUST STOP! Okay?

These men and women that you are sending messages to and talking about on your blogs are human beings. Just like you. Just like me. It’s about time we start treating them like it.

Colin is sneaky...

So Colin Morgan just pulled a Where’s Waldo. Apparently, the dude’s super sneaky at getting in to the Hampstead Theater without being spotted.

My husband and I are in London to see Gloria in a few days, and we decided to go check out the Hampstead Theater early to make sure we knew how to get there and how to pick up our tickets.

We got there a couple of hours before tonight’s showing at 7:30 p.m. And we noticed that there were a few people standing out front of the theater, waiting to grab autographs from the actors. So we decided to stick around for a while and see what there is to see. Because stalking.  

We sat down in the theater lobby, grabbed some cookies, and settled in for some people (person) watching. It was amusing to watch the autograph hounds spot one of the actors. They could see people coming long before I could, so it was pretty exciting to watch them get all excited. They’d rummage around in their bag until they found the picture of the right actor, double-check that their Sharpie was working, and then stop the person to ask them.

Oddly enough, the first person to come along was actually Helena Bonham Carter. So random. Apparently, she was just ambling by the theater with two kids in tow. She was wearing this shabby patchwork brown jacket that looked like it could have come straight out of Harry Potter. Just out for a stroll. If the autograph dude hadn’t recognized her, not sure I would have.

The next person to come by was Kae Alexander, who’s one of the cast members in Gloria. She was rocking some headphones and seemed rather surprised that anyone would stop her.

A bit later was Ellie Kendrick, also in Gloria. She signed several autographs, and then someone asked her to take a pic, but she said, “No, I have to get backstage.”

It was getting to be about an hour before the play at that point, and my husband and I thought that Colin was probably already there. We asked one of the autograph dudes if he’d seen Colin already. He said that yes, someone spotted him going around the back. 

Apparently, there are 3-4 entrances to the theater, and Colin varies his routes depending on what he sees. He comes up out of the tube and gets the lay of the land. Sometimes he skirts around the autograph people up front, heading instead for the back. And then one day earlier this week, he just put his hat down and walked right through them into the front door and they didn’t even notice.

Our boy is a pro.

Side note: The pic that the dude wanted Colin to sign was some random season 1 promo. I wanted to tell him that he’d be better off with the hotness from season 5. Really, any other pic.


Pairing: Ezra Miller x Reader

A/N: It’s SDCC season! and also I start to have a crush on Tom Holland! he’s so damn cute aushdasj you can make request about him! I would love to make gifs and ig-au’s so don’t be shy <3


I was at San Diego Comic Con, this year had been released Spiderman Homecoming movie, where I had interpreted Liz Allan. I had been upset all morning because Ezra had told me that he couldn’t come with me today, it was one of the biggest moments of my career and also our fourth anniversary, I had met him in 2012, when we filmed together The perks of being a wallflower movie.

-Just relax Y/N! Ezra must have a good reason to not being here – says Tom, we’d both become great friends on the movie set, even though I was a few years older than him.

-NO, He haven’t!  He should be here, tomorrow DC will be introducing the whole cast and director from The Flash movie – I exclaims angrily, he didn’t have any damn excuse, when I asked him he simply said he planned to take a flight until today.

Tom had been trying to keep me calm all morning, he was a good friend but he seemed to be giving up on me – Is she still angry? – asks Zendaya while signing a poster of the first person on the line, it was a little boy with his mother, Zendaya passed me the poster over the table and I smiled at the little boy while I asked his name

-Yes, she is – Tom answers – Hello buddy! – greets him and the child’s mom asks for a photograph

-Am I overreacting? – I ask to Zendaya while passing me another poster – Wouldn’t you be mad? He doesn’t even answer my messages –

- Honestly… yes, I would be more than angry –

-Thank you Zendaya, you don’t help – Tom says

I don’t know how much time had passed, but we kept signing autographs, taking some quick pictures and recording some video message that fans asked for, I loved to be with them, I tried so hard to be nice and treat them as they deserve, because if I were in their place I would like that my idol treated me the same way; In the line appeared a Flash cosplay.. GREAT!

-WOOOOOW! What a good costume! – exclaimed Zendaya while she signed a poster; that was an amazing costume, he reminded me of Ezra… damn guy.

-SEE! It’s the third Flash cosplay I signed an autograph today! – I whisper to Tom and he began to laugh. Zendaya passes me the poster – to who do I sign for?

-To the love of your life – he says, I begin to laugh and sign the poster as he wanted it, I turned to see him smiling, he had removed his mask, it was Ezra

-Oh god – he was smiling at me, you fucking son of a bitch-  I stand up from my seat and walk over to embrace him – What are you doing here?

-I missed you too my dear – he says and kisses me on the lips – Actually, I came to ask you something –

-Why didn’t you ask me by the phone? Or by message? – He starts looking for something in his suit and takes out a small black box… oh my god. It cannot be… He kneels in front of me opening the small box and inside was a golden ring with a little bright diamond in the center –

-I doubt it’s appropriate to ask you this by the phone – he laughs -  Y/N, I know you’ve been angry with me all day, but…. Would you marry me? –

-OH MY GOD!,  YES! – he put the ring on my finger and stand up to kiss me,  I wrapped my arms around his neck and we stayed like this for a few seconds,  then I noticed all the cameras flashes and the fans clapping and crying… I turn to see Tom, he was recording with his phone – YOU KNEW IT! – I point at him while still embracing Ezra – You’re such a bad friend for not warning me… I could have fixed my nails or something –

-I’m really the best friend you’re going to have… - he says laughing with Zendaya


My english is worse than the last time,  Sorry about this! hope you like it :)

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Someone to Stay - AU

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Chapter 5

There was a short line of people standing outside Duke’s, waiting for their turn to go in. Claire, arms crossed, went up to the security guard holding a clipboard.

“Are you on the list?” he barked.

“Um, Claire Beauchamp?” 

“Oh.” His gruff demeanor changed instantly. “Says ‘ere you’re VIP.” He pulled a lanyard with blue tags dangling that read DUKE’S. “Go on in. Ask for Duncan at the bar.”

“Thanks.” Claire slipped the pass over her head and walked into the pulsing, smoky darkness.

Everyone inside looked like they’d stepped out of Rolling Stone or something, Claire thought. She was glad for once she’d listened to Geillis’s advice and dressed up a little for the occasion; she was wearing makeup on her normally pale face and wild curls, a short blue dress with heels – and the black biker jacket Mary her co-worker had lent her to match a certain red-haired singer.

She walked up to the bar. The only bartender on duty could only be Duncan. As she approached, he noticed the VIP pass and immediately gave her a glass of champagne, directing her backstage. “To the green room, love!” he shouted over the din.

Claire was still unsure about this. And this, exactly, was whatever she wanted it to be. Wasn’t that what he had said? For now, he was a friend. And friends could see other friends and support each other at events like this. As much as she – and Rupert – would have liked Geillis to be there, a seven hour drive from Edinburgh and a hectic work schedule was not feasible.

Down a darkened hallway hidden behind a black curtain by the bar, Claire reached a door marked for performers. Boisterous laughter could be heard on the other side, and Claire wondered which was Jamie’s. For courage, she downed the champagne all at once, bubbles fizzing in her mouth. Thinking perhaps they wouldn’t hear her knocking, she decided to turn the knob and walk in.

A group of faces turned to stare, but she only had eyes for one. Towering over most, Jamie’s gaze found hers and a blinding smile widened on his face. Pushing through the crowd sitting on chairs and sofas, he met her at the door.

“You’re here!” Jamie leaned in and pecked her on the cheek. Claire was enveloped in the warmth of his scent – spice, citrus, and honey all at once. Resisting the urge to wrap her arms around him, she merely smiled and squeezed his shoulder.

“How are you, Jamie? Nervous?”

“A wee bit.” He grinned. “The day I dinna get the cramp in my wame, I’ll ken ‘tis time to retire.” 

“Makes sense,” Claire laughed.

“Here, let me introduce ye.” Jamie took her hand (with only a minor jolt) and pushed past the throng. Composed of band members and a few random girls, the rest were close friends of Hugh Munro’s, who enjoyed the perks of knowing the owner. 

Claire was greeted cheerfully by Willie, Ian, and Rupert, who pulled her into a bone-crushing hug. She solemnly promised him to bring Geillis next time, regardless of work schedules. All the while introductions were made, Jamie did not let go of her hand. And neither did she.

Lastly, they approached a taciturn man who stood off by himself behind the chairs. He nursed a beer, and only raised an eyebrow as Jamie advanced closer, Claire in tow.  

“Claire, this is Murtagh, my uncle and our manager. Murtagh, this is Claire, whom I told ye all about.” A faint pink tinged his ears and the back of his neck. Again, he rifled his hand through the red tresses, embarrassed.

She stuck out her hand and was surprised by the firm grip, which held hers for a second longer than normal before he took a swig of beer.

“Mmphm. Ye’ll be the Sassenach lassie then. Yon lad hasnae shut up about ye since Edinburgh.” A thick Scots accent permeated his words, mumbled barely audibly. Claire strained to catch the tone of them, but they lacked any sort of discernible emotion.

Sassenach?” Claire peeked at Jamie, who turned even redder.

“It only means English, to a Scot. Uncle?” Jamie nudged Murtagh, who shook his head.

“Aye, no offense, lass. ‘Tis only he’s never dated an Englishwoman before. French fer sure, mebbe a Lowlander here and there.” He winked at Jamie, who covered his face in despair.

“Really? Well now, that’s interesting. Tell me more.” Claire winked back at Murtagh, who seemed on the verge of smiling.

“Nay. That’s enough. Thank ye, Uncle.” Jamie steered Claire away with a broad hand on her shoulder. She turned back to Murtagh one last time. 

“A pleasure, Murtagh!” The man raised his beer briefly in acknowledgement. She could clearly see that he was protective of his nephew, and liked him for it. 

At the back of the room stood a long table, crammed with platters of finger food. Squeezed in were bottles and bottles of whiskey. Claire could glimpse Laphroaig, Glenfiddich, Macallan, Glenlivet, and the odd bottle of Chivas and Johnnie Walker. Jamie insisted on exchanging her empty champagne glass with the whiskey , which she took neat.

Sláinte!” Jamie clinked her glass, and poured the liquor straight down his throat. Claire followed suit, grimacing a bit at the peaty taste and shivering as the heat of the whiskey lit her insides.

They stood side by side, watching the men interact with a group of girls. They didn’t look older than 25, some of them, Claire noted wryly. A few cast furtive glances at the corner where Jamie and Claire were standing, smiling when they looked at him, frowning openly at her. Claire tried not to care; she reminded herself that Jamie was after all famous, and it was only natural that they wanted to capture his attention. Finally, a girl gathered her courage enough to walk over and introduce herself to Jamie.

Hiiiii,” the girl tittered, flipping her long blonde hair and briefly touching Jamie’s arm. “I’m Malva. How are you?” She smirked, and slid sideways casually to block Claire completely from sight.

“Hello, Malva. Nice to meet ye. Who are ye with tonight?” Jamie offered a polite smile, used to fan encounters.

“Oh, I’m here with friends. Can’t wait for your set tonight. Which is your favorite song?” Malva sidled closer, and Claire was forced to take a step back, nearly knocking over some whiskey bottles.

“Och, weel, I like them all, I guess. Bad if I didn’t, eh?” Jamie reached out a hand behind Malva, and pulled Claire gently into his side. “This is a friend of mine, Claire Beauchamp.”

“Hello.” Claire felt the words stick in her throat. The back of her neck felt alternately cold and hot and prickly.

“Hey.” Malva’s stare was anything but friendly. If looks could kill, Claire thought briefly. She felt the momentary urge to nuzzle into Jamie’s neck, maybe plant a kiss or two there, marking him as hers.

Oh wait. Am I… jealous of her?

Claire dismissed the idea and tried to smile at the girl. She was only a fan, after all. Malva did not return her gesture and just flipped her hair again, hoping for Jamie’s attention.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you around. Good luck with the show.” Malva let the tip of her tongue trail over her lips suggestively. Claire fought the impulse to scratch her eyes out and let her instincts take over, wrapping her arm around Jamie. Surprised, he glanced down at her, and smiled briefly at Claire.

“Thank ye. Hope ye enjoy it.”

Malva sauntered off, moving her hips in a really obvious way that made her look mostly ridiculous. Angus seemed willing to deal with her, and Claire breathed easier for the first time in minutes. 

Well. Was it always like this? she wondered.

“It isnae always like this, ye ken,” Jamie said.

Claire, startled, cursed her glass face again. “Like this what?”

“The fans. Some are pushier, or even grabbier, than others. Mainly they are respectful, they only want an autograph or picture. A bit of a chat. A hug sometimes. But that’s it.”

“Jamie, you don’t have to explain to me. I’m not—”

“Och, yer face looked like bloody murder fer a second there. I promise, I’d never dally with a fan like that. ‘Twouldna be right.”

“What about me?” Claire asked with a smile. 

“Ah, weel, ye said so yerself. Ye didna ken who we were to start with.”


The concert was phenomenal. Close to two hundred people crowded near the stage, clapping, and singing along. The surprise performance had gone over spectacularly, the patrons raising the roof when The Clan was announced.

Murtagh had led her to stage left, where Claire had stood mesmerized by the show, and by Jamie in particular. He was great at what he did, playing off the audience and  gauging their mood and seeming to know just when to kick it up a notch. The band had them all riled up since the beginning, playing upbeat songs that had everyone, Claire included, dancing in their spots.

Finally, as the hour grew late, the songs grew mellower. Claire swayed on her feet, head keeping time with the rhythm. Every once in a while, Jamie would turn to look at her and smile. Finally, close to one in the morning, Jamie pulled up a stool and took up his acoustic guitar. The crowd quieted down a bit to listen.

“Now fer a new song, written verra recently. This one goes out to the girl with whiskey eyes.”

Despite the screaming of a few girls who no doubt thought the song was for them, Claire felt her heart quicken and her palms tingle. He had once told her she was “bonny, with eyes like whiskey.” Was this song meant for her?

Jamie strummed his guitar, caressing the mike in a way that was only his.

I know you’re hurting

You know better than anyone

It’s hard to let your heart trust

But this is real


I’m here for you

Good times and bad

This isn’t an ending

Only the beginning of something


I promise I will wait

As long as it takes

Because your heart is worth it


Feelings unknown

But let these words and actions show

To help you see, give me a chance

And so—

I promise I will wait

As long as it takes

Because your heart is worth it

Claire’s cheeks flushed; she held her hands up to her face, trying to contain the heat. She looked around, but she was alone in the dark, staring out at the blue-lit stage where Jamie was calling out to her. Time ceased to matter; what she thought she ought to do or feel was irrelevant. It seemed like everyone would read it on her damned glass face.

As Claire realized herself in that moment, in the space of a ¾ tempo, her heart had decided of its own volition to tumble over the abyss and into those feelings unknown.

You’re Mine (SMUT)

A/N: Also combining this with the person who said they wanted smut GIFs in the story. Enjoy! I apologise for the lack of GIFs in here as it’s kinda hard to find ones that fit the scenario in this story XD

Character: Harry

Warning(s): Smut. Rough-handling.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the GIFs used here

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The other man ~ Part six

Originally posted by hayeonsoo

Originally posted by tabis-eyebrows

A/N ~ Ok so this one kind of feels like a filler chapter before the action begins in the next one, so please bare with me, I promise the next one will start to pick up and get interesting.

Theme ~ Cheating/Infidelity/Love triangle

Pairing ~ Choi Seung hyun x Reader x Kwon Jiyong

Rated ~ Smut/Angst/Fluff

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It had been a week since Jiyong came to your home that night and you hadn’t heard a word from him or seen him the entire time but it was probably for the best. Part of you wanted to call him to try and explain what happened but you knew it was a bad idea, the possibility of him seducing you again was too great, even over the phone. You didn’t want to risk your relationship with Seung hyun, not now you were closer then ever before. It was almost like a fairy tale with him, just how you always imagined your loving companion to be when you were growing up but you couldn’t shake the guilt you felt for Jiyong, you almost felt as if you had betrayed him. You spent two days locked in his house, willingly giving yourself to him and then a few hours later you were in bed with another. Seung hyun was your boyfriend after all and what happened with Jiyong was never meant to happen but the hurt on Jiyongs face weighed heavily on your mind and heart. It didn’t help any that Seung hyun wouldn’t stop talking about how sad Jiyong looked lately and sharing his assumptions with you on why that was. You didn’t really add to the conversation much when he did this, you didn’t want to give away what had happened, instead opting to throw out the odd simple “I’m not sure”, “that’s no good” and “I’m sure he will be ok” here and there.

Seung hyun had spent the week at your place, leaving every morning to go to the studio before returning late at night. You didn’t mind because it allowed you to get your own work done while he was gone. You were sending off the finished photos to your publicist when a text came through.

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Coffee Breaks with Oak - part 2: Coffee with milk

Note: I really enjoy writing this, so here’s the 2nd part. I hope you enjoy. Oak deserves more love.

Wordcount: 2061

Pairing: Okieriete Onaodowan x reader

Warnings: Still no warnings (yet)

Originally posted by temprencebrennan

The play was nothing short of phenomenal. You had not expected to be bawling your eyes out to at least a few of the songs, but you did. Listening to some of the songs made you tear up before too, sure. But, the emotions that the cast put into their roles was incredible and made the characters came to life and it was almost painful to watch at some points.

When the show ended, you and your friends stuck around until everyone had left. Lin had messaged you on Facebook earlier, telling you that he would meet you guys at your seats when he had made a quick change into his street clothes and that he did; after about 15 minutes of you and your friends chatting excitedly about the play, Lin showed up.

“Lin, that was amazing!” You exclaimed excitedly as soon as you saw him, pulling him into a tight embrace.

He chuckled softly, hugging you back. “Thank you, Y/N.” He grinned and the two of you pulled back from your hug, you turned towards your friends.

“Well. These are my friends. And coworkers.” You presented them all to Lin. You got more and more nervous as meeting the cast came closer by the second. It was not like you did not want to meet them because you definitely did. You were just nervous and especially nervous about your friends telling Oak that you had a crush on him.

After chatting with your friends for a while, Lin decided that it was time for you guys to meet the cast, his friends. “I’m sure they won’t mind taking pictures and signing your playbill and stuff.” He lastly said as he lead you backstage.

You were all met by Oak himself pretty quickly and you honestly just felt like hiding behind Alex, but she would probably make sure that did not happen. You swallowed lightly before offering him a small “Hey.” Followed by a weak smile.

“Oh. Hey. You must be Y/N? And your friends? Lin said that you would be here tonight. It’s so nice to finally meet Lin’s barista friend.” He greeted you with a smile and you pretty much felt like you were about to die right then and there.

You giggled softly, feeling a slight blush spread across your cheeks. You just prayed that it was not visible. “Yeah. It’s so nice to meet you. You were great.” You complimented a bit more confidently. He thought it was nice to meet you. Lin had called you his friend. You could do this, right? Oak was just a guy. A really good looking guy.

“Thank you. You are pretty great at making coffee.” He grinned at you. Another blush spread across your face and you could not help but wonder if he was doing this on purpose.

“Is that Y/N?” Daveed Diggs himself asked as he ducked out of his dressing room in a pair of sweatpants and a tank top and your coworkers swooned, but you simply stood there staring at Oak who was looking at you with an amused grin.

“Yeah. This is my barista friend and her friends.” Lin said as he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. You knew at that point, that Lin knew. He knew that you had a crush on Oak. You were not sure how, but he definitely knew.

“Well, I hope I am me. It’s nice to meet you, Diggs. You were great as Lafayette and Jefferson.” You complimented as you shook his hand with a smile. After shaking your hand, Daveed went on to say hi to your friends and while they asked him for autographs and pictures, some of the other cast members showed up. You could not help the grin that spread across your face. You felt like you got to see Lin in a way that his fans did not and it was only then that it sunk in, that you had actually become friends with him.

While your friends were busy making heart eyes at Daveed and taking pictures with him and the rest of the cast members that had shown up, you were left with Oak. You knew that your friends did this on purpose, because they had made Lin come over after the other cast members had arrived to make it seem a bit smoother, but it was so obvious.

“How’d you like the show?” He asked curiously with a soft smile on his lips that successfully melted your heart. He was just so unbearably handsome and way too kind and likable and you did not get how it was possible for anyone not to have a crush on the gentle giant.

“It was honestly pretty great. I didn’t really expect to be bawling my eyes out, but I did.” You admitted with a small laugh. It was a really emotional play and you knew that, so you probably should not have been that surprised at how it affected you. But, you still were.

He chuckled slightly at your words. “Happens to the best of us. Which song got to you the most then?” He questioned. He seemed way more curious about your opinion on the show and you were unable to help the smile that spread across your lips.

“Well. You know. Almost all of act 2 got to me pretty badly.” You giggled as you lowered your gaze when a blush spread across your cheeks again.

“Yeah. It is pretty emotional, I guess.” Oak seemed to agree with you. It truly was. A lot of stuff happened during act 2 for the Hamilton’s and it is really hard to watch.

The two of you talked for a while, simply enjoying each other’s company chatting about the show. But, you were soon interrupted by your friends: “Y/N? Can we go, please? You have work early in the morning and so do we.” Alex asked. You nodded lightly as you turned to Oak.

“I think we’re gonna head out now. It was really nice meeting you.” You said with a soft smile and it truly was. He had been way easier to talk to than you had originally thought. Not that he seemed like a person that you did not know how to interact with, but you were really nervous about meeting him. But, he was nice. Pleasant to be around with a calm demeanor that was so likable.

“You too, Y/N. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow morning then? I gotta have some of that delicious coffee again.” He grinned and you were positive that you were a blushing mess.

“Guess you will.” You agreed and then you were off with your friends.

True to his word, Oak showed up the next morning just after shortly after you opened the blinds and started wiping down the tables. You had not expected him to show up that early and without Lin. You were practically the only one there since your boss was going over some accounts.

“Oak.” You greeted with a soft smile which he returned with a huge grin. You had honestly expected Lin to be with him, but he obviously is not.

“Y/N. Good morning.” He chuckled softly.

You left your cloth at the table you were currently wiping down and was soon behind the counter to take his order.

“So, what can I do for you today, sir?” You joked. Even if it was usually how you would greet customers, it still felt a bit weird since you had already met Oak and it was not something that involved work.

You managed to make him laugh and that made you sort of proud. “I’d like a coffee with milk.” He ordered. You were not surprised since that was what Lin had gotten for him the last time.

“Right. One coffee with milk coming right up. To go?” You questioned. You figured that would be the case, but surprisingly not because he soon shook his head in response.

“Nah. I think I’m staying.” You were honestly quite surprised by his words and you were unable to hide the grin that spread across your lips.

“If there’s nothing else, it’s gonna be 5 dollars and 50 cents.” You concluded.

After paying for the coffee Oak had ordered, he had sat down close to the counter while you made his coffee. The two of you chatted while you did and it was all really nice and comfortable. You had no idea what you expected when he stepped inside, but you were not sure that you had expected anything like this. Yesterday, when you got home you figured that he had just been nice to you because you were Lin’s friend and a fan of the show. However, that did not seem to be the case and it made you really happy.

“Coffee for Mr. Onaodowan.” You called jokingly as you finished his coffee and put it down on the counter. You were the only two in the coffee shop this early morning, but it still seemed fitting.

“If you know how to pronounce my first name too I’ll definitely have to marry you.” He joked with a grin as he got up to collect his coffee.

“Okieriete.” You simply said and it made him smile. You nailed it thanks to the few people you had actually heard pronouncing his name properly, mainly being Daveed Diggs and an interviewer who once interviewed Oak.

“Go on a date with me, Y/N?” Oak blurted.

You were taken a bit aback by his words and at first, you had no idea what to say. You wanted to. Desperately. But you also really wanted to get to know him a bit first. You leaned your elbow against the counter slightly, your head resting against your palm. “Ask me again in 2 weeks and maybe I’ll say yes.” You finally decided. As much as you wanted to go out with him, the two of you hardly knew anything about each other and while you knew a lot about him, you did not actually know him.

“So, it isn’t a no?” He grinned which made you giggle softly.

“No, it isn’t a no, Oak. But I just really want to get to know you before I do anything. Like, really know you.” You explained. Thankfully, he was nothing but understanding.

“Yeah. You are probably right. You should come to the theater soon. Hang out with us. We really like you, Y/N.” He said as he sat down at the table again.

You smiled as he took a sip of his coffee. You let the fact sink in that he had just said that they all really liked you. You had never expected to go from Lin’s barista friend to get the chance to hang out with the cast of Hamilton. You were not complaining, though. You thought that they were great people to be around. Exactly the kind of people that you wanted to be around. “I hope I’ll get to take you up on that offer.” You smiled.

You went back to wiping down the table as the two of you kept chatting. He teased you about your friends who had basically been making heart eyes at Daveed all the time they were near him last night. It made you giggle.

“Yeah. I know. Poor Daveed.” You said and he agreed. Not that you friends were not great because they definitely were. But, you figured they could be a bit much with their heart eyes. You hoped that you had not been anything like them with Oak at least.

As you finished wiping down the tables and putting the chairs on the floor, Oak was finishing his coffee. “I better get going. Rehearsal and all that.” He apologized with a weak smile.

You shook your head a bit at the apologizing sound of his words. “I’ll see you soon, yeah?” You questioned as he pulled you into a hug. It effectively made you blush yet again.

“Yeah,” Oak said as he let go of you again. He left shortly after just in time for more people to start coming in and then you were back to work and had no time to process everything that had happened between you and Oak that morning. All you knew was that you definitely needed to see him soon again.

Party Crasher (a fic inspired by a friendly anon)

Joker ducked into the first unlocked apartment he could find, just needing a quick place to hide and breathe after robbing his favorite explosives outlet and before he attempted his heist on the nearby First National Bank of Gotham. Harley was not far behind.

A room full of startled faces turned in their direction upon hearing the door slam. If the decorations and cake were any indication, Joker would have said he’d stumbled into someone’s party.

An evil, toothy grin spread across his face, seeing an opportunity to spread a little mayhem before tonight’s rendezvous with his Bat.

“Hello there, kiddos!” he shouted, drawing himself up to his full impressive height. “Let’s get this party started, shall we!?”

Silence, followed by screams. Joker let the familiar sound wash over him until it became…not so familiar somehow.

“Oh my gosh! Is that the Joker!?” a little girl with straight, blonde hair cried in…was that delight? He suddenly realized why the screams had seemed off. They were the sort of ecstatic screams he normally heard from Batman’s adoring public. An especially loud squeal of joy came from a little brown eyed boy in a wheelchair near the back of the dining room. He wore a large crown that read “BIRTHDAY BOY” in big purple and green letters.

Before he could do anything else, a man with glasses in a plaid sweater and khakis pressed into Joker’s personal space.

“Thanks so much for coming on such short notice. Your outfit is spectacular, by the way. You really made me believe the Joker had just barged into our house.” A nervous laugh. “Oh, and I see you’ve brought a Harley with you!” A small wave from his partner in crime. “Not a problem. We’ll have your payment after the party’s over.”

“I’m not-”

“Mr. Joker! Mr. Joker! Can I take a picture with you, please?” the boy in the wheelchair begged excitedly. The starry eyed expression he directed at him reminded Joker of how Birdboy typically looked at Batman.

Oh, how he wanted to. He wanted to pose for every picture these kids asked for, sign autographs, tell them his stories and listen to theirs. Anything at all that they wanted because they were HIS FANS! Those beautiful gems of people that were so few and far between. But…

“As…fun as that sounds, kid, I think I need to g-”

A swift punch to the shoulder by Harley silenced him. He was beginning to wonder if he’d ever get to finish a sentence.

“S’cuse us for a minute, kiddies.”

Some disappointed groans and confused mumbles came in answer as Harley yanked Joker back into the entryway near the front door.

“What do ya think you’re doin’?” Harley snipped in a hushed tone.

“What do you mean what am I doing? I’m getting out of here, as planned. We have to be at the bank by 5:15 and it’s already,” he stopped to examine his Tweety Bird watch. “nearly 4:45. We don’t have time for this.”

Harley shook her head, pigtails flying where they may. “No, puddin’. Those kids are your fans and I know how important they are to you. Like that one girl from Uptown you still keep tabs on that gave you the glittery nail polish and candy.

Joker couldn’t help but smirk. “I still don’t know how Leana knew how much I love Tootsie Rolls.”

“You see? Now go in there and spend a quick minute with those kids.”

The villain’s face lit up like it was Christmas and practically sprinted back to the heart of the party.

“Birthday boy!” He called, pointing to the boy. “What’s your name?”

“James!” he replied, eyes still twinkling. He was wearing a grin that could have put Joker himself to shame.

“Well, Jimmy. Howza ‘bout we get you that picture?”

Plenty of hugs and please’s and thank you’s (and a quick piece of cake) later, Joker and Harley knew that they actually had to leave for their appointment at the bank. But before he left, Joker made sure to grab one more big hug from James and conspiratorially whisper to him: “Turn the TV to Channel 6 when I leave.”

The kid nodded as if receiving a secret mission, then smiled again. ”Thank you, Mr. Joker. This was the best present ever.”

“No problem, kid. Happy to meet you.” A gentle swipe of his brown hair. “I’ll be in touch.”

With that, the two were gone.

James quickly rolled himself over to the TV, eager to see whatever it was that Joker had wanted him to see.
“What are you doing, baby?” his mom asked. “You still have guests and presents here.”

”I know, mom, but Joker told me to.”

She smiled, shaking her head and let her son do as he pleased when she heard the door open once more.

“Hey, everyone! Who’s ready to smile!”

The party went silent as everyone looked at the man who had just come in looking a lot like the Joker.

James’ parents glanced at each other before they heard a delighted squeal come from their son.

“Look, everybody! He’s waving!” he cried and the entire room filed in to press around the screen. Sure enough, the man and woman who had been at their party mere minutes earlier were covered in concrete dust and framed by smoke and fire.

“Happy Birthday, James! It was a BLAST!” Joker cried as another explosion sounded behind him.

Heartache on the big screen - Cody Christian Imagine

Originally posted by stilinski-jpeg

Warnings: AU,time skips,fluff,death threats

Ship: Cody x reader

“and we’re back with the lovely and talented Y/N Y/L/N” Lana the interview at ET smiled as the camera panned at us both “thanks” I beamed “So give us some insight on being signed to your first upcoming movie” she looked at me expectantly. 

“well I’m definitely excited but also terrified” I gave her a nervous smile “terrified? why?” she frowned “we have everyone on board for the movie except we don’t have a guy for my character. I guess everyone we offered a part was busy or something” I answered timidly “oh what a shame” she replied.

“How will you balance both your show and the movie?” she asked “I spoke to the directors and sorted something out with them so everything is taken care of” I smiled.

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anonymous asked:

can yo do a fic where dan and the reader are at vidcon (as a couple) and dan gets dared to run around with her on his back! i love your writing btw!!!

Sometimes it was easy to forget you were dating a Youtube star. On usual days, the two of you hung out at home and he would film a video or work on a secret project that you always demanded to know more about and usually succeeded. When the two of you went out for groceries or dinner sometimes someone would come up to him for a picture or a small chat but nothing major, and people seemed to shun the two of you when you were together. His fans knew who you were, you occasionally appeared in a vlog or a video and the response to your existence had so far been pretty positive. And even though 6 million people and counting followed your boyfriend’s life, to you he was just Dan, the lanky awkward boy you fell in love with over a year ago. But here, in this setting, there was no denying who he was, and just how big his following was. Thousands of people had queued up to see him and it blew your mind that even one minute with him was worth so much to them. It warmed your heart simultaneously, you loved Dan and seeing him appreciated by so many others was wonderful. This was your first time at Vidcon, and you had wanted to stay out of the spotlight for most of it, but the fans weren’t letting you. They wanted to meet you as well, get pictures with you, and some even asked for autographs. It was all very strange and very new, but it made you feel happy inside and all the lovely compliments put the biggest smile on your face.

“You two are so cute together!” One of the girls squealed, folding her hands together as she gestured them to the two of you. You blushed deeply, looking over at Dan who had a very similar reaction. “Thank you.” You quickly said as both of you were too awkward to know how to react to that. You took pictures with her and she moved along, and the next girl in line walked up to you. Usually they wanted a small chat and a picture, put some people had come prepared with more than that. This girl had a basket with her, filled with little folded papers. “You take one out and then you have to do what’s on the paper!” The girl explained and Dan rummaged through the basket before taking one of the papers out and unfolding it. “Give the person closest to you a piggy-back ride.” He read out loud, letting out a playful groan before turning to you. “Well, come on then.” He said, gesturing for you to get on his back, and you giggled nervously. “Is that a good idea? Right now?” “Yes”, Dan replied, “I took a risk and now we have to do this. You know I can do it.” You did know, he’d done it before, but at a private party, not in front of a thousand people. “Alright then.” You let go and climbed onto his back, closing your arms around his neck so you could hold on as he held your legs. All the people in the hall yelled and chanted your names as Dan started to run around, faster than you had anticipated, and you couldn’t hold back your laughter as he did. He pretended to almost fall over once and got an ‘Oh!’ in unison from the crowd. You knew he was putting on a show for them, and you didn’t mind. You could see people filming, it wouldn’t take long for this to make it to Twitter. He eventually put you down, both you laughing and him slightly exhausted. “Thank you. That was all I’ve ever wanted.” The girl with the basket hugged you both. Dan smiled at you as she walked away, and you knew why he’d taken the dare, and it made you love him even more.

Just a Friend- Noah Hanifin

Originally posted by dyllarkin

YAY! I passed my test and class guys! So now I have a few months of freedom (minus work) to devote to writing… but we all know me and my ability to procrastinate! So… enjoy!

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Anon Request: Hey, I know you have a super long queue of imagines to write and everything but I was wondering if you could do something with Noah Hanifin? I give you creative freedom lol


              You couldn’t believe he was standing on your door step.

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