but i remember to have she will be loved on my ipod

The Runaway Ballerina

Pairing: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader, some Cas 

Warnings: Fluff

Summary: Reader has been hexed by witch that turned her into a toddler, and a jealous Dean becomes very annoyed. 

A/N: I hit 100 followers, so in honor of that I’ll be posting some imagines so if you guys have any request send them down and I’ll try my best.

Part 2

Originally posted by helvonasche

Sam and Dean sit in baby staring at their once 25 year old sister who was now 4 years old in a ballerina outfit because that’s what she picked out at the store when they needed to buy her clothes. The previous hunt they were on Y/N got hit by some weird powder by a witch and Dean woke up the following morning to a tiny hand on his face.

“Why do you guys keeping wooking at me weird?” She ask looking between them. “You’re just so tiny.” Sam smiles. “She’s so cute!” Sam adds looking at Dean. “Yeah, I remember.” He mumbles as they get out the car to go food shopping for the bunker.

“Come on Y/N.” Sam chimes as he opens the back door for her. He holds her hand as they cross the street to the store. She lets go and runs to the shopping carts to grab one. They stand there watching her struggle to get one cart out because they were stuck together. (Don’t you just hate that) “I got it.” Sam chuckles getting it. As they walk in store Y/N skips ahead next to Dean to hold his hand but he keeps moving his hand so she can’t grab it.

“I don’t wanna hold your hand, thanks. I don’t wanna hold your hand.” He argues. She frowns and grabs a hold of his hand and grips it tight. “Ow, ow, let go of my hand.” He growls. “That hurts.” He glares down at her. She whimpers and peeks over to Sam who looks down at her. “What’s wrong bug?”

“Dean won’t hold my hand.” Y/N pouts. Sam gives Dean his signature bitch face and Dean grunts and grabs her hand. “She always did this before.” He mumbles but Sam just chuckles shaking his head. “Why did you choose a costume?” Dean ask looking at her ballerina outfit. “It’s not a costume it’s my protective gear.”

“How’s a ballerina costume suppose to protect you?”

“Are you crazy who wants to hurt a ballewina?” She protest. “Other ballerinas.” Dean shrugs. Once Dean had enough he throws Y/N in the seat of the cart and she rambles to Sam who too eventually has enough of her talk of Princes and fairies and he gives her his iPod. She bops her head and swings her hanging legs accidentally kicking Sam once in awhile listening to music as they get to the register. “Can I has some lime jerky?” She ask pointing down below to the candy and jerky. Sam is about to protest remembering her eating habit but Dean holds his hand up to stop him. “Your remember how she was when she didn’t get things. She whined and whined.” Sam grabs the jerky and puts it down with the of stuff and Y/N smiles. The ride to the bunker is an half hour away and Y/N becomes very impatient.

“Are we there yet?” She grunts tugging on her seatbelt. “We get there when we get there Y/N.” Dean answers annoyed. “Why do you have to be such a meany?” She yells. Sam stops Dean before he can even talk back. “Hey princess let’s play a game.” Sam says turning around in his seat. “Okay!”

“Let’s play the license plate game.”

“Yay okay!” Y/N props herself on the seat and looks out the window. There isn’t much cars on the road and she eventually falls asleep from boredom. When they arrive Sam carries Y/N down the stairs seeing Cas sitting in the war room. “Who’s the child?” He questions noticing a sleeping Y/N in Sam’s arms.

“Cas it’s Y/N.” He chuckles. “Y/N isn’t two feet tall.”

“She got hit by some mumbo jumbo powder and now she’s four years old so we need to find a way to reverse it.” Dean explains as they walk to the kitchen. “Cas would you mind taking her to her room?” Sam ask. Cas hesitates at first and nods. Sam passes her gently so she doesn’t wake up. She stirs in Cas’s arms for a moment and becomes still again. He takes her to her room settling her down on the bed. He admires her small body seeing fully that it clearly was Y/N. He remembers Y/N showing him some pictures of her and boys when they were younger.

An hour goes passed and the boys sit in the library reading some books. “Do children usually nap for this long?” Cas questions. “You have a point totally forgot. She’s too quiet now that I realize.” Sam intervenes. “Oh no.” Dean mumbles getting up. “What? What is it?” Cas questions following them to the kitchen.

“Whenever Y/N was quiet it meant that she’s was either hiding something or she’s going through the pantry for cand—”

Sure enough when they reach the kitchen they see a stash of candy wrappers opened along with other snacks, but that wasn’t the problem. This was Dean’s secret stash. “Son of bitch.” He stomps his boot. “If she throws up, I’m blaming you!”  Dean scolds at Sam with a pointed finger. They go into the hallways to look for her. “Y/N!” Dean screams. He goes to her room not seeing her there and is about to leave till he hears shuffling from the closet. He slowly walks up to the closet grabbing the door knobs and swings them open spotting the little ballerina with a chocolate stained mouth.

“THERE YOU ARE!” She screams crawling through Deans legs and makes a run for it in the hallway.

“Sammy get her!” He screams. Sam sees a small body dart across the hallway. He runs after her but loses her once he turns the corner. Five minutes go by and Dean doesn’t find her. “I’m tried of playing games Y/N come out now or it’s time out for you!” After three minutes of searching he meets in the war room with Sam. “She’s in so much trouble!” Dean grunts. “Dean, why are you so mad at her?”

“She ate my stuff!”

“No, not that. I mean ever since she turned you’ve been a meany like she said what’s up with that?” Dean doesn’t answer and looks away. Sam stands there waiting for the answer. Dean mumbles something inaudible he can’t hear. “What?”

“I said she likes you better then me.” He confesses. “Dean, what are you talking about?” He sighs before he answers.

“Every since Y/N was little she always liked you best. She was stuck to you like glue.” Sam stands there in shock. “Dean, she loves you a lot you know?” He raises an eyebrow hearing this. “Anytime you and dad were gone Y/N never shut about you. Asking me all these questions about cars and bugging me when you were gonna be back and how excited she was to learn  how to gank monsters from her big brother. Besides you too spend a bunch of time together now. Why is this affecting you?”

“Is that true?”

“Yes, I was kinda jealous because I thought she liked you more. And to be honest I’m a little jealous. You guys have a closer bond than I have with her now.” Sam admits. Suddenly Cas emerges into the war room carrying a crying Y/N. “What happened?” Sam ask. “Well when I was chasing her down she fell and hurt her knee.” He lifts her leg up showing the ripped pink unitard with a cut that is now bleeding just a little and the torn tutu. He goes to hand her to Sam’s out stretched arms but she whimpers rejecting him.

“I want Dean.” She whimpers crying. Dean lifts his head up hearing this and gets a good look at his baby sister. Her arms reached out for him leaning away from Cas. Her eyes puffy and red from crying. Dean realizes that he’s been so stupid that he didn’t need to be jealous, because him and Y/N get along perfect now when she’s not a toddler. She whimpers putting her arms down thinking her big brother yet again is rejecting her today until he reaches out for her and she quickly wraps her arms around his neck. “You okay?” He ask softly wiping her tear stained face. “No.” Y/N croaks shaking her head and he takes her to his room. He sets her down on his bed and helps her in one of his t-shirts after cleaning her face.

“I’m sorry I ate your candy.” She apologies in her small voice. “No, I’m sorry for being a meany today, I was just jealous.”

“Why?” She ask with a tilt of her head.

“It’s a long story. But let’s get a bandaid on this shall we?” He gets the first aid kit and cleans her scratch up. “Tank you.” She says once he’s finished. “Dean.” She calls out to him when he puts the stuff away. “Yeah?”

“Can we watch some cowboy movies?” He smiles at this and nods his head. “Sure thing sweetheart.” He sets the movie in his room while Cas helps her pop the popcorn. Half way through the movie Y/N starts falling asleep. He looks down under his arm seeing Y/N falling asleep with a piece of popcorn hanging of her bottom lip. “Getting sleepy there?” He lays down with her pulling the blanket up. “Frectles.” She mumbles. “What?” She puts one tiny finger in his face and says it again. “Frectles.” He frowns then gasp realizing what she meant. “You mean freckles.” He chuckles. “Yeah you has those.”

A/N: Would you guys like a Part 2?

Epic Movie (Re)Watch #124 - Zootopia

Spoilers below.

Have I seen it before: Yes

Did I like it then: Yes!

Do I remember it: Yes.

Did I see it in theaters: Yes.

Was it a movie I saw since August 22nd, 2009: Yes. #412.

Format: Blu-ray

1) From the very start this film is excellent storytelling. The opening scene where young Judy and her classmates clearly establishes the conflict of predator vs. prey and the biases that come from that, the film’s humor and heart, and Judy as a character.

2) My mother is an actuary. My brother is studying to be an actuary. Actuaries don’t do this.

Little Jaguar: “Today I can hunt for tax exemptions. I’m going to be an actuary!”

3) Judy’s parents (Don Lake & Bonnie Hunt) are so funny in such a sad way.

Stu: “Judy, you ever wonder how your mom and me got to be so darn happy?”

Judy: “Nope.”

Stu: “Well, we gave up on our dreams and we settled. Right, Bon?”

Bonnie: “Oh yes, that’s right Stu. We settled hard.”

4) Gideon Grey.

Originally posted by masha-russia

Gideon is a perfect example of how nothing - NOTHING - in this film is superfluous, but I’m actually going to speak on that further into the film.

5) The police academy scene gives wonderful exposition. It sets up the environment and rules of Zootopia’s various ecosystems in a way that feeds into Judy’s conflict and character.

6) Ginnifer Goodwin as Judy Hopps.

Originally posted by floppy999

Goodwin (a massive Disney fan herself) breathes perfect life into Hopps. The best voice over work is when you’re not distracted by the voice actor. When their voice and their heart match with the character so perfectly that you don’t hear - say - Kristen Bell as Anna or Mike Myers as Shrek, you only hear the character’s. Goodwin is able to balance Judy’s massive optimism and heart along with the scenes where Judy has lost those things perfectly. I don’t think anyone else could have voiced Hopps as well as Goodwin.

7) If you want to avoid a slew of bad animal puns, don’t look too hard at Judy’s iPod.

8) “Try Everything” by Shakira.

Originally posted by raddestboy

Written by Sia, Tor Erik Hermansen, and Mikkel Storleer Eriksen, the theme song which deserved an Oscar nomination captures Judy’s optimism and struggles perfectly. The song’s lyrics speak of optimism in the face of constant failure, a theme which is very relevant to Judy in the first half of the film. It also provides the perfect backdrop to the visual introduction of Zootopia as Judy enters the city on train.

9) Subtle.

Judy [after Clawhauser calls her “cute”]: “Ooh, ah, you probably didn’t know, but a bunny can call another bunny ‘cute’, but when other animals do it, that’s a little…”

Originally posted by wish-for-the-moon

10) This film really runs with the animal puns.

(GIF originally posted by @baawri)

Bogo [turning to an Elephant officer]: “Francine. Happy birthday!”

11) I love the way the filmmakers handled Judy’s office discrimination. She is treated just as a token bunny, someone who’s only there for PR. Except she was top of her class at Zootopia police academy: a difficult feat for anybody, let alone a bunny. But this just feeds into the biases Bogo already has about Judy: she’s not really that good, they just said she was because she’s a bunny. That plays into real life way more than it probably should.

12) Wow, I did not catch how entirely speciesist this line was until now:

Ice Cream Parlor Owner [to Nick]: “Look, you probably can’t read…”

Damn that’s speciesist.

13) Jason Bateman as Nick Wilde.

Originally posted by a-zootopia-fan

Remember how I said great voice over work is noted by not realizing you’re listening to a voice over artist? The same can be said of Bateman’s performance of Wilde, 100%. To start, Bateman captures Wilde’s surface level of sly con artists WONDERFULLY well. He’s devilish and charming in the same vein as Danny Ocean or Han Solo, and Bateman expresses this perfectly. But as the film progresses Bateman is also able to show off Nick’s layers. His troubled past, his occasional lack of self-worth and anger at the world. And the honest level never changes. It’s not like Bateman was hired ONLY for the slyness of Nick’s role and had to power through the rest, he’s able to do it all. It’s a great voice over for a great character.

14) The relationship between Nick & Judy is the cornerstone of this film. What I personally like about it is its honesty. There’s no BIG moment when these two meet, it’s a chance encounter which grows to conflict and then budding friendship so organically you don’t even know it’s happening.

Originally posted by surreal-teal

15) There is nothing even remotely superfluous in this film. Nick makes a comment about how he’s been running his popsicle con his whole life and that will come back to bite him in the butt later.

16) This pig is played by Josh Dallas, Ginnifer Goodwin’s onscreen partner in “Once Upon a Time” and real life husband.

17) The chase through Zootopia is an incredible amount of fun, especially when Judy and Duke get to Little Rodentia. The filmmakers are able to play with their concept in a visual entertaining and imaginative way, which in turn keeps us as the audience wrapped up in the world they’ve established.

Note: I’m going to take about Alan Tudyk as Duke later in the film, at a very specific moment.

18) Again, there is nothing superfluous in this film (a note I’m going to be making a lot):

Judy [after saving Mr. Big’s daughter]: “Love your hair.”

Mr. Big’s Daughter: “Aww, thank you!”

It is this little encounter (and, you know, the fact that Judy saved her life) that saves Judy & Nick from getting “iced” by Mr. Big later in the film.

19) Again, nothing superfluous in the film. As the “non-onions” that Duke stole end up being very important later on.

20) Disney is at its bets when it pokes fun at itself.

Bogo: “Life isn’t some cartoon musical where you sing a little musical and your insipid dreams MAGICALLY COME TRUE! So let it go.”

Originally posted by rinshi-chan

21) Can we all just take a moment to appreciate Nick’s face after Judy says she’ll arrest him for, “felony tax evasion,” after he brags to her about how he’s been running this con since he was a kid and how much money he makes?

(GIF originally posted by @animations-daily)

22) Again, with the idea that nothing in this film is superfluous: Judy’s recording pen becomes very important as the movie goes on.

23) Only Tommy Chong could play this character.

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Like there’s a chance he’s not even reading from a script, they just had Tommy Chong come in and told him what the movie was about and he just started talking.

24) This is the funniest part of the whole film, in my opinion.

Originally posted by officialmoviegoer

The entire DMV scene plays well not only with the concept established by the film of an animal society in a way which is funny on its own, but the continuing conflict of Judy’s eagerness, Flash’s slowness, and Nick’s desire to throw a monkey wrench into the whole thing leads to amazing comedy.

25) Did you know Kristen Bell is in this film?

Originally posted by musicallyfoxypokemon

Bell landed the role not only because of her working with Disney on Frozen, but also because she is a noteworthy sloth enthusiast (as seen on “Ellen”).

26) It is nice to see Nick freak out when he realizes he and Judy are in Mr. Big’s limo, as it shows us a part of him we haven’t gotten to look at much in the film so far.

27) Maurice LaMarche as Mr. Big.

(GIF originally posted by @rocktheholygrail)

LaMarche is a noted voice over actor known primarily for his roles as Brain on “Pinky & The Brain”, various characters including Calculon on “Futurama”, and Mr. Freeze in the Batman Arkham series of video games. Here, we get to hear the veteran voice over artist do his best high pitched Brando impression.

28) This film has its fair share of nice surprises, details and twists which keeps you on your toes. The earliest of these is the revelation that the missing mammal Judy & Nick are looking for - Mr. Otterton - was in fact the one who attacked the limo driver (and not that he was the one attacked, as originally perceived).

29) This scene gives me life.

Bogo [after Judy’s witness disappears]: Two days to find the otter, or you quit. That was the deal. [Holding out hand] Badge.

Judy: But sir, we…

Bogo: Badge!

[Judy starts to turn in her badge]

Nick: Uh… no.

Chief Bogo: What did you say, fox?

Nick Wilde: Sorry, what I said was… NO! She will not be giving you that badge.[Bogo flinches] Look, you gave her a… a… a clown vest and a three wheel joke mobile and two days to solve a case you guys haven’t cracked in two weeks? Yeah, no wonder she needed to get help from a fox. None of you guys were gonna help her, were you? [Bogo starts to speak but Nick cuts him off] Here’s the thing, chief. You gave her the 48 hours, so technically we still have… 10 left, to find our Mr. Otterton. And that’s exactly what we’re gonna do. So, if you’ll excuse us, we have a very big lead to follow and a case to crack. Good day.

30) And then there’s this…

I saw this film twice in theaters and both times I was tearing up during Nick’s backstory. Anyone who has ever been bullied as a kid for being different will relate at least a little bit to what Nick went through. And it is this scene when Nick is at his most honesty with Judy, when they become pretty good friends and form a trust with each other.


32) I did not think a Disney movie would make me jump like this (stop at 2:11).

33) This is incredibly rare for me, as someone who sees more than 60 films in theaters a year, but after Nick & Judy found the missing mammals and had the mayor arrested I had absolutely NO idea where the film was going after that. At all. I love it!

34) Nick’s face when Judy links the savage animals to being a predator…

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35) I had a film student criticize this film not based on the merits of its story or character’s or anything, but because they didn’t understand the metaphor. He noted that it’s not a clean comparison between white people and minorities and that’s exactly the point. This film is not about the people in power vs the people who aren’t, because who’s in power? The mayor may be a lion but the most biased character in the film - Chief Bogo - is prey. Bias goes all around and it can infect anybody, no matter what you think. Even Judy, for all her merits, is biased. She carries around fox repellent all the time and even has this line:

Judy: “It’s not like a bunny can go savage.”

That’s what I love about this film. It’s universal. It’s not about one real life society, it is about all societies everywhere and how bias can infect them and taint them and it’s up to us to work against that.

36) Fun fact: I had no idea otters were predators before seeing this film.

37) Gideon Grey returns.

Originally posted by klaus-baudelarie

If only all childhood bullies were like that, but again it gets to my oft-repeated point that nothing in this film is superfluous. Gideon could have easily been the one note bully from Judy’s youth who gave her the motivation to prove him wrong, but he comes back 15 years later in the most perfect way. She sees that people can change and that people who are good now are not always good (Gideon when he was younger, Judy when she was biased). It is a really important moment for her that was established all the way in the first ten minutes of this movie. I love that.

38) Judy’s apology to Nick and the way he handles it is something I truly love about this movie and their friendship as a whole.

And then I really love the little joke at the end about Judy trying to get to the pen and can’t help but wonder: was that written in the script? Was it Jason Bateman’s improv that made it into the film? It’s just so natural I must know!

39) Okay, I think this is the last time I will give this note, BUT NOTHING IN THIS MOVIE IS SUPERFLUOUS!!! This is most apparent to me when Nick does a little thing like expressing how much he likes the berries on Judy’s farm and it becomes so important to the plot latter when they switched out those berries with the Night Howlers in Bellwether’s dart gun.


(GIFs originally posted by @bridgetjones)

41) And it’s followed up by this!

Both characters are voiced by Alan Tudyk. Because Disney just can’t let that one slide, can they? I love it.

42) Same Duke. Same.

(GIFs originally posted by @baawri)

43) The sticky note on Bellwether’s phone earlier was for Doug, the guy who mixes the night howler drug that makes animals go savage (this is the same drug who’s key ingredient was mixed from the non-onions Duke stole earlier in the film, FOR Doug).

44) At one point Doug - who is dressed in a yellow radiation suit and makes drugs for a living - lets his client know that “Woolter and Jesse” have arrived.

Originally posted by knurd-dna-denots

And yes, they did that on purpose.

45) The entire subway chase sequence is really great, because it is based heavily on the idea of action = consequence. A ram is running at the door, he gets through and hits another ram. The train goes too fast into a turn, it tips over and Judy/Nick are up a creek. It all works very nicely

46) Honestly, I didn’t figure out Bellwether was the bad guy until just before it was revealed the first time I saw this.

Originally posted by lostchel

47) Bellwether’s line about, “Fear ALWAYS works!” to keep the people in check should not be as relevant in 2017 as it is.

48) Okay, one thing I need to know: Bellwether is in jail, Mayor Lionheart is in jail, and Chief Bogo is still the police chief…SO WHO’S MAYOR NOW!?!?!?

Originally posted by justalittletumblweed

49) I know this film was pretty much a buddy cop movie, but I would be totally fine with a buddy cop movie where Nick is actually a cop.

Originally posted by blueberrycarrots

Lethal Weapon where Nick is Mel Gibson and Judy is…Danny Glover? Okay, that comparison doesn’t really work, but you get me!

50) And of course…

Originally posted by livelovecaliforniadreams

I honestly think Zootopia may be a perfectly written film, and that is not something I say lightly. I made it clear above how I find nothing in the film superfluous, which is an incredible feat I think. And they did it in a way that was never boring, with entertaining characters, an intriguing mystery, and a fun world. Zootopia may be my favorite Disney animated feature film, and it’s definitely my favorite of the “Modern Era” we’re in now (The Princess and the Frog - Present). Just a great, great, great film which deserved its Best Animated Picture win at the Oscars. A true treat all around.

The Secret (12)

prologue; part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven; part eight; part nine; part ten; part eleven; part twelve; part thirteenepilogue.

Baekhyun had gathered all of his members in the living room first thing in the morning before anyone left for schedules. They had probably all read the article by now but none of them mentioned it as he knocked on each of their doors and asked them into the main room. He hadn’t exactly planned what to say. Maybe he should have. Maybe he wouldn’t feel so nervous if he had figured out how he wanted to explain this new part of his life to his brothers.

Still here he was, with eight faces staring up at him in anticipation, about to tell them about the new people in his life that he would happily take a bullet for.

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Conversation Hearts

Valentine’s Day fluff masquerading as 12.11 coda fic. Enjoy!

3.8k, ao3

They stop in Salina on their way home from Eureka Springs. It’s still too far from the bunker to bother picking up groceries. Ice cream would be a lost cause by the time they got it into a freezer, but for the sheer sake of variety some of the big box stores in Salina offers both novelty and a conveniently timed pit stop in the seven hour drive home. The traumatic loss of and subsequent regaining of his memories over the last couple of days has left Dean feeling a little too shaky to drive straight through.

Not to mention he really needs to get a new phone. It sucks to keep borrowing Sam’s just to check in with Cas, who insisted on regular updates once Dean had finally told him what had happened. Just in case he suffered a relapse, or any other side effects of being both cursed and cured by witchcraft in the span of twenty-four hours. If he can’t be home already, replacing his phone feels like a good start. He hopes has hasn’t lost all the pictures on his crushed phone, the ones he hasn’t had a chance to back up on his laptop back at the bunker. He should really do that more often, he thinks. Losing his memories has given him an entirely new perspective on things like that.

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Happy 30th, Fresh Air!

Today (May 11) is Fresh Air’s 30th anniversary of being a daily, national program. That’s amazing. That also means Terry has been doing this longer than I’ve been alive.

Originally posted by logotv

Like a lot of people my age, my first memories of NPR were in the backseat of my parents’ car. It wasn’t long before I became a fan myself. The road trip from my hometown in Massachusetts to Philadelphia, where I went to college, was about 5 Fresh Air interviews long. I distinctly remember picking out interviews with Sacha Baron Cohen, Lisa Kudrow, Philip Seymour Hoffman, and Jack Black and loading them onto my pink iPod mini. 

After I graduated and was miserable working in restaurants and retail, Terry’s interviews kept me sane. She kept me company during a time in my life when I felt lost and directionless. I remember Caitlin Moran, Lena Dunham, and Matt Weiner, to name a few.

I started at Fresh Air in May of 2013. I co-write the Fresh Air webpages on NPR.org with the lovely Bridget Bentz, run the social media, and handle the podcast. 

In the spirit of our anniversary, I thought I’d mention a few of my favorite interviews since I’ve been here, behind-the-scenes. 

  • John Waters: I have listened to this interview so many times, I practically have it memorized. I love how hard he makes Terry snort-laugh with gems like, “In Baltimore, if you’re hitchhiking, you’re a hooker that doesn’t have the Internet.” 

Originally posted by lastdaysofmagic

  • Pastor Nadia Bolz-Weber: Some of my favorite interviews are ones where I’ve never heard of the guest before and then they totally blow me away. Pastor Nadia started a church for outsiders (junkies, drag queens, comedians) and has a really original and inclusive philosophy about faith. 
  • Joaquin Phoenix: I have a special place in my heart for this interview, because the day it aired was the day I was introduced in the credits for the first time. This show was completely bonkers. He was unpredictable and bizarre, but we were all having so much fun listening in while the interview was taping. 

Originally posted by haidaspicciare

  • Lynsey Addario: While working as a bad-ass photojournalist in a war zone, Addario was kidnapped with two of her journalist colleagues. She talks about that harrowing experience in this interview. It’s riveting. Plus, as a web producer, putting together a slideshow of her work was a real joy. 
  • Michael K. Williams: Williams, known for playing Omar on The Wire, was a dream guest (open, funny, thoughtful) I love when he called Terry “T,” and talks about how the Rhythm Nation music video inspired him to pursue a career in the arts. His kindness radiates through the speakers.

Originally posted by artofthewire

I’m sure I’m forgetting tons of other favorites, but those are the ones that came to mind. 

We’ve got plenty of exciting things coming down the pike. Thanks for listening, reading, following the show! We can’t wait to see what you pick as your favorite interviews with the hashtag #freshair30. 


Molly Seavy-Nesper, associate producer at Fresh Air 

Home Series, Part Five

Pairings: Peter Quill x Reader, Steve x Reader

Warnings: mild language, angst

A/N: This was only suppose to be a very long one shot. No beta this time. Song for this part: Here Comes Your Man by the Pixies

Summary: Your best friend in the whole galaxy is coming to visit to help out with Thanos. When he arrives, Steve finds himself jealous of the close relationship Peter and you have. Will this stop the man from telling you how he feels? Will old feelings be brought up once Peter arrives? Does first love truly fade?    

Part 1  Part 2 Part 3   Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10    Part 11  Part 12 Epilogue

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Reggie Mantle x Reader: PART FOUR: THE ARTIST & THE JOCK

A/N: I really am loving doing this for you guys, hopefully you guys are liking it as well. I have so much fun writing these.

Words: 1128

Pairing: Reggie x Reader

Summary: Flashback to camping trip b/w the reader and Reggie

Spoilers: N/A

Part One - Part Two - Part Three -


You and Reggie were finally going on your weekend camping trip, both 11 years old since your parents bailed on you guys when you were 10 for work differences and you both wanted both your families to go. You guys finally planned it three weeks before summer was over and didn’t tell your other friends since you both just wanted to be alone. Sadly Riley got sick and Reggie’s mom stayed behind, so Reggie’s dad decided to bail on the trip as well. Your parents decided to finally take you guys after plenty of begging from both you and Reggie. Although they rented a cabin, you and Reg wanted to really experience the woods, so you both decided to get a tent.

It was 4:30 pm on a Friday.

“(Y/N/N) hurry up!” Reggie yelled from the bottom of the stairs climbing up to hurry you up, as you grabbed your camping luggage.

“I’m going Reg!” You yelled back opening the door to your room, as Reg was about to knock and he grabbed your bag.

“Why’d you take so long?” Reggie questioned you as you both started to go down the stairs.

“I made my parents buy me “camping” clothes” you answered making quote signals with your fingers “But I just really wanted new flannels and shorts” you added on and Reggie chuckled as you made your way out the door.

Your dad put the bags in the trunk of truck, and you and Reggie climbed to the backseats.

The whole ride to the cabin, you and Reg played road trip games and your dad would tell jokes to make you and Reggie laugh. Your mom would say snippets of stories of when you were younger. As that died down Reggie got out his iPod and you shared headphones jamming to music until you reached your destination.

You couldn’t help but wonder what happened to these parents, to that bond, when did everything change?

It was now 7:00pm

You and Reggie had just knocked out a few minutes before, so you didn’t even realize when your mom moved you into the bed in the cabin while your father carried Reggie into the same bed.

You were still a bit conscious you heard your dad speak “Remember when they were lighter” and you lightly smiled, as your mother chuckled and you went into a deep sleep.

The next day.

“(Y/N/N), Reggie, wake up” You mom called as she opened the curtains so the sun could shine through the windows.

“Aww they look adorable” you heard your mom say to your father as they walked out to the kitchen. You opened your eyes with your arms wrapped around the young and sleepy Reggie and you smiled at how he looked like.

You sat up and spread your arms and shook Reggie “Hey Reginald! Reggie! Reg! Mantle! Mantle The Magnificent!” You laughed as you yelled and jumped on the bed to wake Reggie up.

“I’m up. I’m up” He finally spoke making fists with his hands rubbing them against his eyes as he yawned and you walked to the restroom to brush your teeth.

So much for enjoying the woods you thought to yourself and you grabbed your toothbrush let it rest under the water for a few seconds before you put on the toothpaste.

“So much for enjoying the woods, were living like a luxurious lumberjack” Reggie stated as he did the same to brush his teeth and you turned to him with wide eyes.

“What?! What’d I say?” He questioned you.

“You just… You literally just read my thoughts! My thoughts Reginald! I just said that to myself.” You exclaimed at Reggie with toothpaste trying to escape your mouth.

She was pretty, and careless to the fact she looked like a madman with toothpaste in her mouth Reggie thought not knowing he was staring at you for too long.

“Earth to Reg” you called out motioning your hands in front of his face and he blinked.

“Eh… Uh…” He coughed finishing up brushing his teeth and you grabbed a towel to clean your face “sorry” he added on.

You motioned him to leave the restroom and he stared at you confusingly.

“Well I gotta pee, are you gonna stand there or what?” You retorted sassily at him.

“Well what if I gotta pee?” He asked matching your sarcastic voice.

“You’re a dude, dude, go to the trees” You scoffed and he just chuckled out the restroom and closed the door for you.

The day went on, you guys hung out by the lake, swimming close to the grass as your mom got a tan and your dad was cooking on the grill.

After eating and your parents making you wait to get in the water, you and Reg hung out by the edge of the dock with your feet dangling in the air.

Your parents were hanging out in the cabin, checking on you guys every now and then through the window.

“Reg?” you spoke up as he turned to face you.

“Yeah (Y/N)?” He replied.

“We’re almost 12, we have more friends” Reg stared at you tentatively “Promise me we’ll always be friends” you put out your hand with your pinky out as he hugged your pinky with his and promised “Till infinity and beyond (Y/N/N).”

You both smiled as Reggie came closer and gave you a peck on your cheeks and you both blushed.

Later your dad announced you can jump in the water, so you and Reggie stood up grabbed each other by the hand and jumped in.

You and Reggie splashed the water on each other, and enjoyed the lake as your parents joined you both in the water.

At night your dad started a fire, and you all enjoyed s’mores and running around catching fireflies.

As you were becoming sleepy your mom motioned to you and Reggie that they had built the tent for your last night in the woods. You both ran in to see your sleeping bags and a lantern and spoke in sync “WHOA! COOL!” as you and Reggie fell into a sugar crash.

The next day as you were packing your things to go, you and Reg went on a walk near the cabin to finish soaking in the woods when he broke the silence.

“You know, Riley wasn’t really sick” He looked at you with sadness in his eyes “My parents just didn’t care, and didn’t want to come.”

You grabbed his hand “Well I care, and I will always be here” You vowed.

Until you reached a tree and Reggie carved your initials in a heart on the trunk.

You were so deep into the flashback you didn’t even notice Reggie started walking away to your house.

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Part Five - Part Six 


Peter handed the cashier the money that he owed for the miscellaneous items Aunt May needed for her lunch tomorrow. Nodding his head as a goodnight, he plugged in his headphones and headed out of the 24 hour grocery store. Glancing down at his phone, he winced at the time. It was getting close to midnight, no doubt Aunt May would either be sleeping or staying up to scold him for being out so late. 

He couldn’t help it. He had gotten distracted by the news on the television store he had passed along the way. The city was divided on Spider-Man and Peter got a little too invested in what they were saying. And then he had found some perfectly good CD players and old camcorders that were tossed in the dumpster by the electronics store. To be completely honest, it was a wonder that Peter had even made it to the grocery store at all. He was easily distracted and always seemed to veer off course unless it was extremely important. 

He was halfway home when he noticed a girl sitting on the front steps of a house that was blaring with awful music and strobe lights bright enough to cause him to have a seizure. Slowing down his pace, he shifted the bags in his hands and pulled out one of the headphones. 

“You okay?” 

The girl’s head snapped up, her eyes widening and then relaxing that it was just a kid and not some crazy looking stranger. Pulling her knees further to her chest, she gave a small smile and nodded. “Me? Yes. I’m okay.” 

Peter wasn’t convinced, looking at her clearer, he recognized her from his computer class. Flickering a look towards the house, he rose a brow. “Shouldn’t you be inside?”

Shrugging, she sighed. “I suppose.” Looking behind her, she frowned. She could see her friends dancing and having fun from behind the windows. Turning back around, she mumbled. “I’m just not feeling it tonight.” Shoving her hands in her jacket pockets, she looked up at Peter. “I’m waiting on my friends to finish having fun.” 

“They don’t sound like good friends if you’re out here all by yourself….” Peter stated. Again he shifted the bags in his hands.

“Oh! No, they’re great! I love my friends,” she defended, frowning, she ran a hand through her hair as she tried to figure out how to say what she wanted to say without sounding mean. “They just….sometimes…they can be a little overbearing. They definitely mean well! I’ve been cramming for the past two weeks for finals and I’m not always up for parties, you know? And they begged me to come out tonight and I-”

“-gave into peer pressure? It’s okay. I understand.” Peter assured even though he honestly had no idea what it felt like to be pressured into a party he didn’t want to go to. In fact, he wasn’t sure if he had ever been invited to any of the parties that had been popping up for the past few months. Not that he minded, he had important business to take care of most nights but before he became Spider-Man, he may have been a little upset. 

She frowned but eventually nodded. “Yeah, I suppose I did give into peer pressure.” Sighing, she bit her lip. “I really mean it though, they do mean well. If I asked them to leave, they would but I don’t want to ruin their fun because I’m not having fun.” 

Peter gave her a smile, he hadn’t really spent a lot of time admiring her like he did with Liz but he knew that she was one of the sweetest girls in his school. Placing the bags in his opposite hand, he stuck the other for her to shake. “I’m Peter, by the way.” 

“I know.” She smiled, taking his hand anyway. “You’re in my computer class,” she giggled at his expression. “You aren’t invisible, Peter.” 

“Yeah, I, um, I, didn’t, I figured you didn’t know me. Most people ignore that I exist, so….” Trailing off, he tilted his head and did a little spin before adding, “I know who you are too.” He mumbled her name and went red at her tired, glistening eyes and smile. 

[Y/N] didn’t know much about Peter other than he was one hell of a smart kid but she had a feeling that there was a lot more to him that his slightly adorable looks. The more time she sat on the curb listening to him mumble and avoid her eye contact, the more she realized just how cute he was. Shaking her head, she chuckled. “I would never just ignore someone’s existence, everyone has a purpose whether it be good or bad.” 

Peter just smiled, nodding. A silence fell over the two for a moment before Peter had an idea.  “Well, listen, uh, um, I could, you know, maybe, if you wanted.” Closing his mouth, he internally called himself in an idiot for sounding like one. “I could walk you home, if you want.” He flickered a look towards the party that didn’t seem to anywhere near close to being done. “Seems like they might be in there for awhile.” 

She turned her head too, glancing at her friends drinking it up. Sighing, she stood up. [Y/N] smiled lightly, “You know what, yeah.” Pulling out her phone, she sent her friends a group text saying that she was headed home and a thank you for inviting her out. Putting into her pocket, she looked up at Peter’s dumbfounded face. “What?” 

“N-nothing! I, uh, didn’t think you’d-”

“-Peter,” she firmly said, walking towards him, she pulled a bag from his hand and held it in her own, “You made an offer to walk me home, anywhere sounds better than here.” 

“Right.” He spoke softly, smiling, he bit his lip. “Where to, which direction?” Aunt May would understand if he was just a few more minutes late. 

[Y/N] tilted her head, a smirk on her lips. “Are you sure that you don’t do the pretending of people’s existence?”

“Uh what?” 

She started walking, causing Peter to stumble after her. She chuckled, “We live in the same apartment complex, Parker.” She flickered a look, “I’m pretty sure everyday we sit across from each other on the train.” Sighing, she smirked again. “Although, you’re pretty invested in your iPod most mornings so it doesn’t offend me that you didn’t know that part but come on, we’ve bumped into each other on the elevator, I’m sure.” 

Peter recalled a few moments where he did remember her being in his complex. “Oh, wow. I, I’m sorry. I never pay attention. I’ll be sure to not pretend you don’t exist.” He flickered her a smile. 

“Good!” She giggled. “Because I won’t be forgiving next time now that we’ve made our acquaintances.”  

Always Late

Originally posted by 5sospicturesque

A/N:This is so long but I had a lot of fun writing it. I’m thinking of doing a part 2, I’m not sure, I’ve got a few ideas. I’ve recently gotten back into Tom Odell, and his music has a recurring cameo lol, I also love Fake Plastic Trees, it’s one of my favourite songs.


Summary: (Y/N) is a music fanatic, she’s grown up with music all around her, mainly because of her dad being a music producer. When her dad forgets some things, (Y/N) has to drop them off at the studio, where she meets the 5SOS boys. As her dad and the boys work together more, they are invited over for dinner and a certain guitarist takes interest in (Y/N)

My fingers move at a rapid pace, causing one of my favourite sounds in the whole world. I’m about to get to the best part when all of a sudden I’m cut off and my guitar makes a pathetic sound.

I look up and find my mum standing by my amp. “Dude, why’d you cut me off?” I ask.

“As much as it sounded great, dad forgot his phone and his notebook, so could you drive down to the studio and give him his phone?” She requests. 

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Imagine Chris stealing your favorite sweater.

A/N: Fluffer-nutter. That’s a cookie, right? Anyway, point is that this is so fluffy and cute that it’s going to warm your romantic heart and make you smile like a delicious cookie would.

You were searching through your wardrobe for your favorite gray sweater when you heard your laptop ring. You glanced over your shoulder and saw Chris’ FaceTime call and walked over to pick up before returning to the closet. It’d been weeks since you last saw it and you had no idea where you put it. You didn’t even want to wear it, you were just the kind of person who couldn’t let things go until you had a resolution. You blamed your mom for that trait because she was the same; the amount of times she’d turned the house upside down for an item she suddenly thought of but had no use for was insane.

“Morning, ba-” He stopped when he realized he couldn’t see you. “Where are you?” He chuckled and you poked your head out, giving him a wave before returning to your search. “Oh hey,” he smiled. “What are you looking for?” He laughed when he saw something fly out of the closet and land on the floor.

“My gray sweater,” you told him and Chris pressed his lips together, glancing over his shoulder at said sweater which was lying on his hotel room bed. “I don’t know where I put it and I’m trying to find it. It’s weird, it’s been weeks since I last saw it.” You decided to put a pause on the search so you could talk to Chris; you walked over to your laptop and plopped yourself on the bed in front of it. “I think the last time I wore it was at brunch with you before you left for LA, right?”

“Ooo…” His fingers played with his lips as he tried to think. “Um.” He pursed his lips, looking up at the ceiling as he continued to ponder. “I don’t know, I don’t really remember.” Your eyes narrowed at his strange behavior, but you said nothing. “Why do you need it? You’ve got a billion other sweaters in your wardrobe, just wear one of those.”

“I like my gray one.”

“I know,” he smiled, “it’s your favorite.”

It was because it was your favorite that Chris took it. He’d been out in LA for a few weeks now, and soon he’d have to leave for Vancouver to film ‘Avengers: Infinity War’. He didn’t know when he would see you next which was why he took- a few was an understatement- of your favorite items with him when he saw you last. Items included: your gray sweater, your favorite baseball cap, your most used perfume, your red knit scarf, your iPod with your favorite albums, your cat plush cushion, your mini Polaroid photo album, and your copy of your favorite book. He took all that among other things; some you knew about and some you didn’t- like your gray sweater. He probably should’ve told you he was taking it to save you the trouble of looking, but he wasn’t going to now that you’d already search half the house. He thought about it, then decided to shoot you a text later so he didn’t have to face your wrath over FaceTime.

“It’s fine, I’ll find it later.” You said and Chris huffed with relief. “Let’s talk about you, how’s things in LA? You and Mckenna look like you’re having a lot of fun.” You said, then smiled when you saw him smile at the sound of Mckenna’s name; he loved the kid as much as he loved his own niece. “I see you finally decided to show off your amazing tap skills to the world.”

“Yeah,” he couldn’t help his grin, “I just couldn’t say no to the kid.” He chuckled and you did the same, shaking your head. “Just so you know, you are definitely going to be playing bad cop when we have our own kids. I can assure you right now that our little one is going to have me wrapped around his or her finger,” he told you, laughing.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” you bit playfully. “And I’m sorry, our little one?” You quizzed and he nodded. “As in singular?” He nodded again and you narrowed your eyes with a confused smile on your face, “I thought you’ve always wanted a big family.”

“Yeah, I do,” he nodded, biting back his growing smile. “But I don’t know, I don’t want to scare you away considering I haven’t even put a ring on your finger yet.” You laughed like it was even a possibility you’d run from someone as perfect as Chris. “I know you’re not really a kid person, so- I thought I’d start slow by talking about having just one kid and see what your reaction is. So far,” he winked with a click of his tongue, “so good.”

“I already told you I’d have kids for you, Chris,” you reminded him and he nodded. “Not an unreasonable amount, but I’m more than happy to have a big family with you.” You said and he smiled. “You’re going to be an amazing dad, I can’t deprive you or any child from that. Plus- it’ll be different when the child’s mine,” you said then winced as you added, “I think.”

“It will,” he chuckled, nodding. “Don’t you worry.”

“I won’t, because you haven’t put a ring on my finger yet,” you held up your left hand and wiggled your ring finger at him; he chuckled in response. “I’m still young, but you’re not getting any younger. If you want kids, marry me, because we’re not having a child out of wedlock.”

“I know,” he chuckled. “Relax, okay? I’m working on it.”

“Tick tock, Chris,” you teased, tapping your watch-less wrist.

He dropped his gaze, laughing, which lowered his head enough to give you a view of his bed. Your eyes narrowed when you spotted your sweater lying on his bed. You scoffed, shaking your head in utter disbelief. You were very sure it was your sweater; you could recognize that gray heap anywhere considering it was your favorite gray heap. You crossed your arms over your chest as Chris looked up to meet your gaze. You shook your head at him with pursed lips and he raised an eyebrow at you. It was only when your eyes darted behind him that he realized you’d found out where your favorite gray sweater was.

“I see you found my favorite sweater,” you said and he winced. “Seriously?” You chuckled at his expression. “Are you kidding me? You took that too?” He nodded with pursed lips. “Chris! Why don’t you just pack me in your fucking luggage?”

“Believe me,” he laughed, “I would if I could.” You laughed harder at that because you knew that was one hundred percent true. “I’m sorry, I just- I need your things to make myself feel more at home.” You rolled your eyes. “You know we wouldn’t have this problem if you’d just left some of your things in the LA home, but no- you had to move it all to Boston.”

“You told me to!” You protested, laughing; Chris cracked a smile. “You’re the one who told me to move everything to Boston because you said and I quote, 'Boston’s going to be our home base when we get married. LA’s just a work space, so don’t worry about leaving your things here.’ You said that, did you not?”

“I did,” he answered monotonously.

“And now it’s my fault my things aren’t there?”

“Yes,” he nodded and you scoffed, chuckling. “It’s fine, I’ll just steal whatever I need.” He leaned back in his chair to reach for your sweater and pulled it off the bed in one swift movement, pressing it to his nose as he turned back to you. “Yup, it smells like you. Like if you were standing right in front of me,” he mumbled, breathing the perfume he’d spray on the soft material in.

“You could’ve had the same effect by spraying my perfume around the room, or on one of your own shirts, or your skin. I don’t see why you had to steal my sweater, and my favorite one too.” He just grinned cheekily, making you roll your eyes. “Oh my God,” you chuckled, “you’re such a dork.”

“That’s why you love me,” he kissed the air in front of him.

“Well, I’m glad I took this then.” You got off the bed to pick up Chris’ NASA hat that you’d taken out of his backpack before he left for the airport. He made his jaw drop as he tried not to smile; he’d saw you take it out of his bag and didn’t stop you because he wanted you to have it while he was gone. “Among other things, but hey, I won’t tell you what they are so you can spend weeks looking for said items.” You teased as you tugged the hat off, grinning the same cheeky grin. “Let’s see how you like it, Captain.”

“Well you know me, baby,” he winked. “I love games.”

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Remember - Liam Dunbar Imagine

Prompt requested by Anon: Could you do a Liam’s imagine, where instead Stiles being taken by ghosts riders is the reader and everyone forgets her, and Liam start to feel that something/someone missing in his life (she’s his gf) and when he finally can remember her the pack’s going to save her and the reader and Liam have a beautiful moment and she says him that she knew he would remember her and come will come to save her and he says her that he’s always remember her o something like that? and a fluff end :)

Word Count: 5,564 (I got a bit carried away.🙈)

Warnings: Being kidnapped, mentions of a boner, 

Author’s Note:  Y/L/N = Your last name.

My Teen Wolf Masterlist

Originally posted by kissingsprayberry

The day after

The end of a floral scarf hung off the shelf of Liam’s locker as he opened it. His eyebrows pulled together in confusion, wondering whose scarf that belonged to and what it was doing in his locker. He pulled it out and wrapped it loosely around his hand and pulled it to his nose, inhaling deeply to catch a scent. It had a hint of perfume, but he didn’t recognize it.

“Nice scarf,” Mason spoke up as he walked up to his best friend with Corey and Hayden. “Not exactly your color though.”

Liam rolled his eyes at Mason before looking at Hayden. He offered her the scarf, “did you leave this in my locker?”

Hayden shook her head. “That’s not mine and truthfully, pink and flowers aren’t my thing.”

Liam looked down at the scarf as he pulled it away from Hayden. “If it’s not yours, then whose is it?”

“Lydia? Maybe Kira?” Corey offered. Liam shook his head, knowing it didn’t belong to either of them.

“Ooooooor maybe it was a girl who likes you!” Mason said enthusiastically. “Maybe she somehow got your locker combination and left it there for you to smell and sniff her out. You know like an adorable puppy finding their owner after playing hide and seek,” Mason rambled, earning a snort from Corey and a giggle from Hayden.

Liam’s eyes furrowed, narrowing his eyes at his best friend. “Where the hell do you come up with these ideas?”

“What?” Mason gave him a ‘bro, seriously?’ look as if his theory wasn’t stupid and was in fact a real hypothesis. “Everyone in school knows about you since you wolfed out in front of everyone at the lacrosse game last year. It shouldn’t be surprising if that’s why a girl left it there.” He said in a matter of fact tone.

Liam tossed the scarf back in his locker and gave it a second look. Something about the scarf told him he should hold on to it. His eyes flickered to the inside of the locker door. There were four magnets aligned in a perfect rectangle shape, as if it was holding up the corners of a picture. Except, there wasn’t a picture. It was just his locker. His eyes scanned the door, almost trying to figure out what’s missing.

He pushed the thought back and snapped back to reality. He closed his locker and shook his head at his best friend, remembering his previous statement. “Sometimes I really question what goes through your head, Mason." 

"Hey!” Mason said defensively, obviously hurt.

“I think it’s adorable,” Corey smiled as they walked to their next class together, biology. 

“Are you going to find out who the scarf belongs to?” Hayden asked Liam.

Liam shrugged his shoulder. “Nah, I got other things to worry about. I got a big game Friday night.” Liam sat down in his seat and pulled out the things he needed for biology.

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What A Feeling #2 - Just Friends

Originally posted by stylesinthewild


*Mid July 2017

“It’s about time you showed up,” Mitch, your brother, said as you made your way down to the lobby of the hotel. 

You just finished all of your promo for the new album and were headed to the airport to head home. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear my alarm go off,” you mumbled. 

“Well maybe if you’re weren’t up half the night talking on the phone, you wouldn’t have been so exhausted to hear your alarm,” he said. “We can’t miss this flight.” 

“And we’re not going too. I’m ten minutes late, chill out,” you said. “And I wasn’t talking on the phone for half the night.” 

“Oooh, who were you talking too?” Taylor asked as you all got into the car. 

“Nobody,” you sighed. 

“So, all of sudden Harry Styles is nobody?” Mitch scoffed. “For someone to be nobody, you sure do talk to him quite a fucking bit.” 

“What the fuck is your problem?” You glared at your older brother. 

“Wait, does this mean you and Harry are like dating?” Jeremy asked. 

“What? No. We’re dating,” you said. “I’ve only literally seen him that one time and yes we talk on a occasion, but we’re just friends.” 

“Uh huh sure,” Taylor laughed. “Friends don’t text each other every five minutes and spend the entire night talking.” 

“Oh my god, we don’t do that!” You groaned. “And further more, why don’t you all mind your own fucking business.” 

“Touchy, touchy,” Taylor said. “We’re just busting your balls.” 

“Last time I checked I don’t have balls, so why don’t you all shut your mouths,” you said looking out the window. 

“Hey, just because you didn’t get enough sleep last night and you’re grumpy doesn’t mean you have to take it out on us,” Mitch said. 

“And just because I’m friends with some guy doesn’t mean you have to act like a dick towards me either,” you said. “I don’t even know why you’re upset at the fact that I’m friends with Harry.” 

“Because you hardly know the guy, Y/N,” he said. “And you’re already acting like his the center of your world.” 

“No, I don’t,” you said. “And again we’re friends, nothing more. Is it so wrong that I like talking to him? And yeah, sure we’ve only known each other for a few weeks, but we’re getting know each other.” 

“Well, you just need to watch out okay?” Mitch sighed. 

“For what?” You asked. 

“Getting hurt,” he said. 

“Why would I get hurt?” You asked again looking over at him. 

“Because Harry’s got a lot of things on his plate coming up and he might not be ready for an actual relationship anytime soon and I just don’t want you to become just another girl he likes to spend time with but not commit to,” he said. 

“For the last fucking time, we’re just friends! Nothing romantic is going on with Harry and me. Nothing. Yes, we talk and text, but that’s it. We don’t have feelings for each other and even if we did, I’m a big girl Mitch. I can take care of myself,” you said before putting your headphones in and listening to your iPod signaling the end of the discussion. 


Harry was lounging on the couch in his living room at his apartment in New York. A movie was playing in the background, but he wasn’t really paying attention to it. Anne had flew over to spend some time with him in NYC along with some other friends. Harry was scrolling through Instagram looking at your different pictures from being in Australia. He couldn’t hold back a smile as he saw the different photos of you and how beautiful you were. 

These last few weeks you two had been talking had definitely made his crush on you a bit stronger. With the time difference and schedules one of you would easily forgo sleep to stay up and chat. He hadn’t told anyone that he had been talking to you so much because he didn’t really want anyone to know. Especially Nick, who was constantly asking him about you and if you two hit off at the party. 

Nick was obviously hoping something would happen, so that he could claim the bragging rights of matchmaker. 

“Harry, hello,” Anne said from the kitchen. “Son, what are you doing?” 

“Oh, what?” Harry said looking up from his phone. 

“I asked what you wanted to do for dinner,” she said. “I can cook something or do you want to go out again.” 

“Oh, um whatever you want to do is fine. We can also order in too,” he said. 

“I don’t mind cooking,” she said. 

“Okay, cool,” he nodded. 

“What are you doing over there that’s got you so distracted?” Anne asked. 

“Probably talking to Y/N,” Jeff smirked. 

“Who’s Y/N?” Anne asked. 

“Y/N from Y/band/Name,” he said. 

“Oh, that girl you’ve always had a bit of crush on since you were younger?” Anne asked. 

“Muumm,” he groaned. 

“What? It’s true. You and Gemma used to listen to their songs all the time and I’m pretty sure you had a poster of them in your room,” she said. “Did you meet her?” 

“Yes, I did. She was at Nick’s party a few weeks ago,” he said. 

“Aww, honey, are you seeing her now?” Anne asked. 

“No, it’s- we’re just friends,” Harry said. 

“Friends that talk all the time,” Jeff smirked. “And have conversations that last hours and cause you to laugh all the time.” 

“Do you just like spying on me or something?” Harry asked looking over at him. 

“No, but when you’re always on your phone when we’re around and I just assumed it with was with her,” he said. 

“Well, I think it’s great that you two are hitting it off so well,” Anne said touching Harry’s shoulder. “Are you going to ask her out on a date?” 

“We’re friends Mum,” he stated again. 

“So, that doesn’t mean you can’t offer to take her out to spend some time with her,” she said. “I mean it doesn’t have to be a romantic date.” 

“Why don’t you invite her to come visit New York while you’re here?” Glenne suggested. 

“I don’t know,” Harry said. “She’s on a flight from Australia right now and she’s been traveling for almost a month, she probably wouldn’t want to come.” 

“Well, there’s only one way to find out,” Anne said. 


You were back home after an extremely long flight. Not only were you stuck on a plane for hours, but you were stuck on the plane with your brother, who you had just a bit of a argument with. It wasn’t unusual behavior for your brother to be acting that way about you talking with a guy, but that didn’t mean he had a right to do it. 

Regardless if you act had feelings for Harry, which the more you talked to him the more you realized you were feeling something for him, you and Harry were simply just friends and that’s all. Neither one of you had made any sort of comment or action in regards to trying to pursue more than a friendship. 

Even though you currently wanted to stretch out on your bed, you needed a shower, so you opted for taking a nice relaxing bath. You turned on the water to let the tub fill up before grabbing some candles and lighting them around the bathroom. You put a towel near the tub for when you got out before throwing in a bath bomb and undressing. You got into the tub and sat down enough to where the warm water was covering most of your body. You closed your eyes as you let yourself relax a bit. 

A few minutes later, your phone started ringing. You groaned a bit and sat up reaching to see who it was calling you. It was Harry and he was requesting a facetime. Shit. You didn’t want to ignore the call, so you quickly answered it, but made sure the camera was only getting your face. 

“Hey! You answered,” Harry smiled on the other end. “I wasn’t sure if you were back yet.” 

“Yeah, I just got in about an hour ago,” you smiled. 

“How was your flight?” He asked. 

“Long,” you laughed. “I love Australia, but the flight there and back is brutal.” 

“I know what you mean,” he said. “I hope I didn’t bother you.” 

“Oh, no, not at all,” you said. “I was just relaxing a little bit before going to bed.” 

He nodded. “So, there’s something I wanted to ask you, but you can say no, if you rather not,” he said. 

“Okay, what is it?” You asked. 

“Remember when we first met you mentioned how you loved New York, but you only ever get to go when you’re working?” He asked. 

“Yeah, I remember,” you said. ‘Why?” 

“Well, I’m actually in NYC right now with some of my friends and my Mum and well, I was just uh, wondering if maybe, if you had some time off, maybe you’d want to come visit? I mean it’d be really nice to actually hang out with you and plus you can enjoy a little bit of the city too,” he said. 

“But I mean, I get it if you don’t want to, I know you just got back from traveling so much,” he said quickly. 

“No, I’d love to come,” you smiled. “It would actually be kind of nice to travel again with some time off, so I can enjoy it. Plus, as much as I like talking to you like this, I think it’s time we actually spent some time together, you know?” 

Harry blushed a bit. “Yeah, it’s definitely time,” he smiled. 

“Great, I’ll look at some flight times and some hotel bookings and see when I get out there,” you said. 

“Or uh, if you want, I have some room here in my apartment,” he said. “My Mum and some of my other close friends are staying here too, so it wouldn’t be like it’s just us… staying together.” 

“Oh, well, I wouldn’t want to be in the way or like intrude or anything,” you said. 

“Y/N, you could never be in the way,” he said. 

“Well, I guess if you’re willing to have me, then I don’t mind staying with you,” you said. 

“Awesome,” he smiled. “I’ll let everyone we’ll be expecting you sometime soon.” 

“Yeah, hopefully I can find a flight tomorrow,” you smiled. 

“I can’t wait to see you,” he said. 

“Same here,” you said. 

“Well, I better let you go. I don’t want to take up too much of your time and I know you want to get to bed soon,” he said. 

“I’m glad you called,” you smiled. 

“Me too,” he smiled. “Bye Y/N.” 

“Bye Harry,” you smiled. 


The next morning, Harry had gotten a text from you saying you’d land at JFK airport around two that afternoon. Harry smiled ear to ear when he read that and knew he needed to get some things before your arrival. He went grocery shopping and got a few of your favorite fruits and other little snacks. He also got the ingredients to make your favorite meal. He then stopped by a flower shop and picked up a few flowers to put in your room and bought some candles as well. 

He made sure the guest room was nice and neat and he set everything up perfectly. Harry didn’t know why he was acting this way, you were a friend coming to visit, but deep down he knew why. He liked you, he really liked you. It was no longer just a celebrity crush or even a real “crush”. He had developed genuine feelings for you. 

But you two were just friends, who just met only a few weeks ago. And he had no idea if you even felt the same way about him or if you only saw him as a friend and nothing more. When he brought the flowers into your room, Anne had followed him in there. 

“You know, you never buy me flowers when I come to visit,” she joked. 

Harry blushed. “I just uh, I thought they’d look nice in here is all,” he said. 

“You really like this girl don’t you?” She asked. 

“As a friend? Yeah, we both have a lot in common with our music and everything,” he said. 

“Sweetie, both you and I know that you like this girl as more than a friend,” she stated. “I can tell by the way your face lights up when you talk about her and how excited you got when you realized she was coming here.” 

Harry sighed. “Even if, and that’s a big if, I had feelings for her, we’re just friends right now and we’re getting to know one another. We’re nothing more and we’re not going to be anything more anytime soon.” 

“Or at least until you know if she feels the same way as you?” She asked. 

Harry sighed sitting on the bed. “I really like talking to her Mum and I wouldn’t want to jeopardize our friendship by asking her out and her saying no.” 

“She said yes to flying all the way out here to see you,” she said. “Friend or not, that’s nothing something someone does only after knowing someone for a short while.” 

“I’d rather not get my hopes up,” he sighed. “I’d rather have her as a friend then not at all.” 

“I understand,” she said. “But at one point in your life you have to take a risk with it or else you might spend the rest of your life wondering what if.” 

“I know Mum, but right now, I’m okay having her in my life like this,” he said. 

“Okay, then I’ll drop it,” she said. “Now, what time is she getting?” 

“In about two hours,” he said looking at the clock on his phone. 

“Well, then we better get everything finished and ready to go pick her up,” she smiled. 


“Are you seriously going to New York to visit a guy that you barely even know and still claim he’s just a friend,” Mitch said as you were packing your bags. 

You probably shouldn’t have texted your brother about your traveling plans, but it was too late to take that back now. He was standing in your room after barging himself into your house, okay, he had a key, but that’s beside the point. 

“He is just a friend and I’m going to hang out with a friend,” you said. “Plus, it will be nice to get away without having to work.” 

“You can do that here or I don’t know go somewhere else by yourself,” he mumbled. 

“So, you’d be okay with me traveling alone, but not somewhere with other people?” You asked. 

“It’s better than you flying off to hook up with some random guy!” He pointed out. 

“Oh my god, for the last time I’m not going to there to hook up with him!” you shouted. “And even if I were, it would none of your business and I’m old enough to make decisions for myself.” 

He sighed. “I know you are, but I just don’t want you getting hurt, Y/N. You’re my baby sister and it’s my job to look out for you.” 

“But that’s the thing, Mitch. I’m not a baby anymore,” you sighed. 

“I know, I know and I’m sorry,” he said. 

“You can make it up to me by driving me to the airport,” you said. 

“Fine,” he said. “I’ll take your bags to the car.” 

“Thank you,” you said. 


Harry was in his car waiting at the terminal to pick you up from the airport. He thought about arranging for a car to pick you up, but he couldn’t wait to see you. He scrolled through his phone as he waited and eventually got the text that you were headed towards the exit. 

Luckily, there weren’t any paparazzi nearby, so Harry was going to be able to greet you as soon as he saw you. But now that he thought about it, he wasn’t sure how he should greet you. Should he just say hi and take your bags or would it be okay for him to hug you? 

Well, he was about to find out. You walked out of the door with your carry on bag and another bag. Harry got out of the car and smiled when he saw you. You got to his car and smiled to him. 

“Hey,” you smiled. 

“Hey,” he smiled back. 

You both stood there for what seemed like forever before you both ended up with an awkward hug. You both laughed and Harry put your bags in the car before you both got in. You smiled over at Harry and he smiled back. 

“I’m glad you’re here,” he said. 

“Me too,” you smiled. 

Harry then pulled off to the road and started driving from the airport. As soon as you saw him, your heart skipped a little and then when you hugged one another, even though it was extremely awkward, you felt something. And that was when you knew that this trip was going to be an interesting one. 

The Psychology of Logan

Logan is the perfect movie. If you have not seen it and have plans to, please, read no further. Stop right now. Go into the movie without any spoilers from me. Then by all means, come back and read.

If you have already seen it, or for some reason do not plan to see it and still want to read on, then you may proceed.

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Imagine baths with Chris.

A/N: Sorry darlings, I know I’ve been AWOL.

You sat on your bed with your laptop in front of you, head in hands as your thumbs massaged your temples. You didn’t know what had gotten into you but you were suffering from major writer’s block. Writing was about momentum, if you stopped for a second then everything stopped. Unfortunately you’d made that mistake when you decided to start editing your manuscript. It was not intended, you’d underestimated how much time and attention the process took from you. It was a routine for you to post a new story every day, but now it’d been weeks since you last wrote one for your blog. Your readers were kind enough not to fill your inbox with questions demanding answers as to why you hadn’t been posting but you knew they were getting antsy. As much as you wanted to write something that filled their quota of romance for the day, your mind just kept drawing up blanks.

All you could think of as you watched the line blink on the empty page was joining your boyfriend in the bathtub so you could wind down after the long day you’ve had. Your blog was successful but it wasn’t the kind you made money from, you still had a job that paid the bills. The dream was to focus on your writing but until you finished editing your manuscript, you stuck doing the nine to five.

Chris offered to let him support you so you could put all your focus into your writing but you didn’t feel comfortable doing that when he was still just your boyfriend. The two of you had only been dating for a year and a half, things were progressing smoothly but you weren’t at that stage of dependency yet. You were still living in your own places and neither had brought the topic of marriage once, it would’ve felt strange to depend on him financially when you didn’t even know if you had a future with the guy. It wasn’t like you were scrambling for cash anyway, your nine to five job paid you more than enough. As much as you appreciated how sweet Chris was being with his notion, you were capable of looking after yourself.

“Screw it,” you muttered as you closed your laptop, pulling your sweater over your head as you climbed off your bed. You knew yourself and you could’ve sat there for another two hours with no avail. You continued to take off your clothes, leaving a trail as you made you way to your ensuite. You gathered your hair and tied it into a messy bun, a smile danced on your lips when you saw how relaxed Chris looked with his eyes closed, listening to the music you had on your iPod. You wanted to be as relaxed as quickly as possible. “Where do you want me?” You asked and Chris turned to you with a lazy smile.

“Finally,” he held out a hand as he sat up straight. The water sloshed against the porcelain curves of the tub as he parted his outstretched legs so you could settle between them. “I was starting to wonder if you’d join me before the water turned cold.” His hand offered you support as you stepped into the tub, the warm water felt nice against your supple skin. “Did you give up, or was my offer too appealing?” You slowly lowered yourself into tub, brushing Chris’ legs as you stretched yours. “Mm,” he hummed when you rested your head against his shoulder. “Hi there,” he mumbled into your skin, kissing your neck.

“I gave up because your offer was too appealing,” you told him then planted a tender kiss on his jawline. “Also I couldn’t think of anything to write,” you murmured sheepishly and he chuckled. “Can we not talk about anything stressful, I’m here to relax.” You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply, your ‘Orange Gingersnap Coffee Cake’ candle Chris had burning infused your nostrils. “What are you listening to?”

“Here,” he passed you the other earpiece, carefully adjusting where the wire laid so it wouldn’t be submerged in the water. You inserted the earpiece into your ear and snickered when you realized he was listening to ‘All Too Well’ by Taylor Swift. “What, Y/N?” He poked your side and you squirmed, giggling. “I can’t listen to Taylor Swift?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Yeah, but you snickered at me.”

“You snicker at me all the time so technically, we’re even.” You retorted and he rolled his eyes as you began to quietly sing along to the song. “I left my scarf there, at your sister’s house…Hey,” you turned to look at him; his facials prompted continuation. “I think I actually did leave one of my scarves at Carly’s the last time we were in Boston, that red knitted one? Remember, I took it off because I said my neck was suffocating? I don’t think I put it back on when we left. Did she happen to pass it on to you?”

“I’ve still got it, in my drawer, even now,” he sang his response, grinning. He clearly had no clue and was teasing you. You giggled and playfully squeezed his knee, making his leg jerk. “Stop,” he playfully growled, gently nipping your shoulder.

“You stop,” you squeezed his knee again, earning another gentle nip that made you giggle. Your hand reached for his and you locked your fingers together. You both smiled as you sighed with a deep satisfaction. His lips landed on your head, a soft ‘muah’ was heard.

“I love how easy things are with you,” he whispered into your hair. “I love that we can do this and find it euphoric. We don’t need to go out to some fancy restaurant, or to some noisy club. We can just sit in the bathtub and listen to music and still be so happy, it’s really nice.”

“Right?” You agreed then unconsciously whispered to yourself, “I could do this with you forever.” It was soft but Chris heard enough to turn his smile tenfold. That had to be the first time one of you actually talked about being together for the long haul, granted it was vague but it was still something. You clearly didn’t register what you’d said until you felt Chris’ smile when he kissed your neck, you wanted to ask if he felt the same way but somehow you already knew the answer. “Hey, um-” you began hesitantly, “Chris?”

“Do you want to move in with me?”

His question caught you completely off guard, you were usually on the same wavelength but it was still a surprise to hear he was on the same one about moving in. The earpiece in your ear fell into the water when you sat up straight, breaking the contact your body had with his. When you glanced over your shoulder at him, you knew your abrupt actions and sudden silence was freaking him out.

“Did I ask that a little too soon?” He asked but offered you no time to answer. “Yes, I did. Clearly, I mean- look at your face, you’re- Okay, I’m sorry. I’m going to take that back and- What is the right time to ask someone to move in with you?” He rambled. Just as you opened your mouth to speak, he cut you off again. “Forget it, let’s just um- let’s go back to relaxing and we’ll table this conversation for another time. C’mon,” he patted his shoulder then fished the earpiece out of the water and held it out for you to take. “We’re tabling it.”

“I don’t want to table it,” you shook your hand, pulling your arm away before he could wrap his hand around your elbow. “Chris, I wasn’t shocked because it was too early. I was shocked because I was just about to ask you the same thing.” You said and his smile returned. “Of course I was also going to suggest I move in with you and not the other way around. I love this apartment but I much rather live in your house.”

“It is a pretty great house,” he agreed with a nod. He couldn’t think of anything else to say, he was too happy with the prospect of living with you. He smiled when you smiled, nodding in agreement with his statement. You were also a little distracted imagining what your days were going to be like living with Chris. “So what are we thinking? Should I call a U-Haul tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow is a little soon,” you laughed. “You realize they just haul stuff, right? I’m going to have to box everything up first and- well, look around.” You said and he did, chuckling. “I have a lot of crap, I’m going to need to sort and dump and pack. It’s going to take a week, at least, maybe more because of work. I’ll need at least until the end of the month that way I can sort out my lease too.”

“Okay, but we’re absolutely doing this, right?”

“If you’re ready, Chris,” you nodded, “I’m ready.”

“I am definitely ready,” he chuckled, leaning forward.

“Well then, so am I,” you grinned and met his lips.

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Surprise Three

Edward Nygma x reader

Warnings: Pet names, language, probably daddy at some point

The first thing you had done was clear out your bank account, next you went the the hospital. Arguably it was a risky decision, but you couldn’t take the chance of giving Ed anyway to find you.

You had never felt a more intense feeling of relief until the doctor said that your child should be okay.

Now to figure out where to go. Edward was an incredibly clever person and that probably meant you couldn’t stay in one place for long. Star City was all the way in California, you figured you could lay low there, just until the baby was born.

(Ed/Eddie P.o.v.)

I woke up on the floor. It should have been clue enough that something went wrong, but the throbbing pain in my head made it impossible to think clearly.

“YN? What happened?”

There was no memory for me after leaving the GCPD and YN and I talking about our child. Standing, I took in my surroundings. Only it wasn’t the usual neat and organized abode I’ve grown used to. Everything was out of place, glass shattered around, and the drawers seemed to have been raided.

“What did you do?” I asked, panic rising in my voice as I took everything in.

“What did we do,” the voice in my head corrected, “We got rid of the whore. Hey Eddie, how many babies does it take to paint a fence?”

“You killed them!” I started to search around the apartment for my dead family.

“Sadly, the bitch hit us with a bat. On the bright side she won’t fuck with us ever again.”

I rubbed the tears out of my eyes, the fact that they were alive provided me with hope. It would be simple to track them down.

“Really? You want to live with a little bastard and slut for the rest of your life?”

“Stop calling them names. Why the hell are you so awful? They’re the only people in this world that give a shit about us. I’m going to learn to control you,” Eddie vowed.

“Good luck with that,” Ed chuckled, “Never gonna happen.”

(Reader p.o.v)
-time skip-
“Mommy!” Your son jumped up and down on your bed, attempting to wake you up.

“Benji,” you groaned, hiding your head under the covers, “Five minutes.”

“But mommy,” he whined, “I finally solved my rubix cube. See?”

Getting out from under the covers, you looked at the toy in his hands. Sure enough it was completely solved. “How’d I get such an intelligent son?” You asked, looking at him lovingly.

The pregnancy had been fine for the most part. Minor bumps here and there but your doctor had said they were to be expected given the circumstances. It was difficult dealing with the pregnancy on your own. There had been many times when you wanted to go back to Eddie. The only thing stopping you was his darker self, being with Eddie simply wasn’t worth your child’s life. It certainly didn’t help that Benjamin was a spitting image of Edward and had the kindness to match. It was easy to forget anything about Ed being involved.

“You just got really really lucky. But I am too! Because my mommy is the bestest ever!” Benjamin exclaimed, moving to cuddle close to you.

“Thank you kiddo. You know mommy loves you, right?”

Benjamin nodded against you happily. “Mommy? Can I have ghost pancakes since it’s Halloween?”

“If that’s what you want.”

“Can I eat them in my Riddler costume?” He asked giving you puppy eyes.

Benjamin was obsessed with Riddler, much to your dismay. He liked that the villain was based puzzles and such. It didn’t help that strangers would voice his likeness to the man. Obviously, he just had to be the Riddler for Halloween. Of course you didn’t want to disappoint your son so you swallowed your pride and agreed. That meant you spent the better part of the month making him a homemade suit, picking the exact shades of green and purple that Ed would have.

“Yeah. Just don’t dirty it.”

“Thank you!” Excited he ran to his room to put on his suit.

You made your way to the kitchen to get started on breakfast. The iPod was set on shuffle filling in the science. When Teddy Bear came on you were quick to skip the song, it just held too many bad memories. (EH?! I’m fucking rad admit it)

Once breakfast was finished you both took a seat on the couch and ate as Nightmare before Christmas played on the tv.

It was fucking delightful that Halloween was on a Saturday. You didn’t have to worry about school or work. That meant Benji got to have all your attention for the day. The day was filled with board games, Mario Kart, and cookies. Finally it was time to go trick or treating with his best friend, who had dressed as Batman.

Three hours and a full bucket of candy later you returned to your home. Benjamin had fallen asleep in the backseat. Carefully you took him into your arms, balancing a candy pail and the small boy in one arm as you opened the door. You turned on the light before walking towards Benjamin’s room.

“Momma?” Benjamin yawned, sleepily nuzzling his face against your neck. “Why’s the Riddler in our house?”

You turned on your heel, sure enough you met Edwards stare. “I don’t know, baby. Let’s put you to bed and I’ll sort it out.”

Edward stood silent, a smirk playing on his lips when he saw the costume your son was wearing.

“Mommy!” He whined, starting to wake up, “But he’s my favorite!” Benjamin managed to squirm out of your arms and he started to run toward the man.

“Benjamin Nashton YLN!” You quickly grasped his wrist, “Do as your mother says and get to your room.” Benjamin took a look at your face before stomping off angrily. Well as angry as a five year old could be.

“Really? Benjamin, I like. I’ve no problems with that whatsoever. But Nashton? Hardly think that’s appropriate.”

“You don’t get to have a say on what I named my son. What are you doing here? Got bored putting Gotham through hell?” You studied him, the hidden gun you had wasn’t too far out of reach if you needed.

“I came to take back what was mine,” he replied, racking his eyes over your body. It seemed like Edward had finally found a mix between Eddie and Ed. Ed’s vulgarity was certainly present in his looks but Eddie’s calmness took over his body.

“Nothing here belongs to you.”

“Are you sure? Because if I remember correctly, my son and my kitten,” as he spoke he pointed in the respective directions.

“Go to hell, Nygma. You ran us out. Besides don’t you have your whores, Echo and Query?” You ignored the shiver the old nickname gave you.

“Aw, did the my little kitten miss daddy?” Edward walked towards you, placing his hands on your hips, “Did those other girls make you jealous?”

“Get off of me!” You pushed him away, “How dare you try to come back after what you did? It was all your fault. I just wanted my Eddie…”

(Ed POV)

Edward’s mask of confidence fell when he saw tears threatening to fall from YN’s eyes. ‘Women like confidence’ echoed in his head, but she never fit into the common norms. YN had liked him for his quirky faults. He was an idiot for thinking an arrogant act would win her over. “I’m still here. I just thought that if by acting a certain way you’d want me back. YN, please, I just want the two of you back.” He pressed kisses against your face in the way that used to calm you down and attempted to pull you into his arms.

(Reader POV)

“You put me through hell! I was pregnant and forced to leave. Afraid of the one person I’ve ever loved,” you flinched away from his kisses, “You weren’t there for any of his first. When he walked, talked, solved a damned rubix cube. Of course, even though he didn’t know it he just had to love you.” As much as you hated it you leaned against him and started to bawl.

Edward pressed a kiss on the top of your head, apologizing in every way possible. “Shh, come here baby.” He led you to the couch and sat you on his lap.

Your son rushed out of his room once he heard your cries. “Momma! Are you okay?” The small boy tried to pry the man’s hands away, “What’s wrong?” Benjamin pressed a kiss to your cheek.

You stood up and knelt down in front of Benji. “It’s okay baby,” you pressed a kiss to his cheek in return, “I just got a little sad.”

He looked shyly at the man in green before returning his attention to you, “Did the Riddler hurt you?”

(Ed POV)

Edward had missed having you in his arms, the short time you were there wasn’t enough. Still, he couldn’t help but admire his son. It was like looking in a fun house mirror that made you look shorter.

He never understood what his past darker self had against a child. At least now he had full control over him.

Benjamin made him feel like he was seeing himself as a child. Hardly any of YN had made an imprint on the boy. YN was doing a perfect job raising Benjamin and he, of course, had to be brilliant. Edward felt pride at being someone Benjamin wanted to emulate.

“I wouldn’t hurt her, you either,” I answered the question he had directed to his mother.

“Why?” He asked, his big curious eyes seemingly seeking the answers to the universe.

“I’m your father little one.”

Benjamin frowned in response, staring at YN. “You told me daddy died in an accident mommy. I’m confused.”

The Riddler felt his heart clench. It seemed reasonable for her to spin such a tale. A child of his age would ask questions about an absent father. Especially since she had assumed by moving often, Edward wouldn’t be able to find her. It hurt nonetheless.

(Reader POV)

Great, now you had to explain this whole mess to your son. “Baby, I’m sorry, but I told you a lie. We got into an argument and decided it was best to get away from each other,” of course you weren’t going to tell him the whole truth, “The Riddler is your dad.”

“That’s why you would get sad when I talked about him!” Benjamin realized, before looking angrily at Edward, “Mommy cried because of you. I hope Batman solves all of your riddles!”

It was obvious that Edward taken back by the young boy’s anger. Though, if Ed had any control he would have exploded by now. Instead Edward looked sad by the thought of upsetting you and your son. You couldn’t help but think he deserved it. Still Benjamin had managed to make you laugh.

“Love, calm down. You’re so amazing,” you pressed a kiss to the top of his head, “Mommy’s fine, promise. She’s just thinking too much right now.”

Benjamin hugged you, “It’s okay mommy. I forgive you for lying.”

You smiled, before looking at the Riddler. He didn’t know what to do with himself to say the least. Undeniably there was still a part of you that loved the man. Even if he was a criminal now, you wanted your son to have some real memories of his father. “Benji, how about you go get a board game or the rubix cube?” They both looked at you with identical expressions of confusion, but Benjamin shrugged and went to go get a game.

“Why’d you send him to get a game?”

“Once upon a time some fucked up things happened with us. But I know you enough to know if you wanted to hurt us the deed would be done by now. The only thing to do is to right now is to him happy again. He holds a hell of a grudge, if anyone asks me, I’d say he gets it from his father. Usually playing around can distract him though.”

“Does this mean I get another shot at life with the both of you?”

“I…Eddie I don’t know,” you crossed your arms, “Let’s just take it slow. Benjamin is the important one in this situation and we should focus on him.”

He nodded, “You’re right. Just don’t put off the idea of us. You’re still my favorite kitten.”

“Don’t call me that.”

Benjamin came back with Clue and his solved Rubix cube. “Here you go mommy,” he said, handing you the cube.

“Look at this.” You started to mix up the cube, stopping when you were satisfied with the final product. “Eddie, solve it one handed.”

Ed took the cube and started matching the colors. Benjamin shuffled closer, captivated by how quickly his father was solving it. “You know, they won’t let me hold the record because I’m an adversary to the Batman,” Ed rolled his eyes, “The dimwit.”

“Bet you I could get the record! I solved it for the first time today,” Benjamin explained, happily. You were glad to see your distraction worked.

“No arguments there. With parents as intelligent as your mother and I, no doubt you’d be any less.”

“Dad,” Benjamin looked as if he was experimenting with the word, “Why’d you come back?”

“Because I missed your mother and I wanted to know what my son was like,” he ruffled Ben’s hair playfully, “I’ve always known where the two of you were, but there was something holding me back from coming to see you.”

“Does that mean you’re gonna leave again?”

“If you want me to stay around, I will.”

“That would be cool. I’ve always wondered what having a daddy would be like. Stephen always makes fun of me for just having a mommy,” Benji frowned.

“Obviously he was raised by apes. No matter, you have me now. I promise I’ll stay as long as you need me,” Ed scanned the room, looking for something that would cheer up his son, “Hey! How did you know Clue was my favorite game?”

Ben’s eyes lit up, “Really? Mine too! I’ll set it up!” Ben got to work, setting the pieces up on the living room table.

“Should’ve known you would catch on quick. How long did you know about the moving?” You wondered.

“Since the beginning. I just stayed away because I didn’t want him to gain control. Around the time Ben was born I was debating seeing the both of you,” he shook his head, “Risking the two of you wasn’t worth it.”

“I hope you know we’re not going back to Gotham. Maybe back then, but now with all you rogues? I just don’t feel it’s safe enough.”

“Didn’t want you to anyways,” he said, “I know of too many plans. It would be easy for one of you to be caught in the crossfire.”

“Mommy, daddy! Come on, let’s play!”

The conversation you two were having was put on pause. By the end of the night, the three of you had had your fill of Ben’s candy and the game had came to an end when Ben started to doze off at the table. Ed helped you put your son to bed before joining you back in the living room.

“How long is your visit?”

“I was thinking, maybe, three weeks. I have business in Gotham. Then, if you were okay with it, I could come back later?”

You sighed, but nodded, “Fine, sure. Just don’t get yourself killed Eddie.”

“I’ve got reasons to live now,” he yawned, rubbing his face sleepily. “Mind if I take your couch for the night?”

“You know you’re not sleeping on the couch,” you rolled your eyes grabbing his hand, leading him to your room, “Just don’t expect to get lucky anytime soon.” You started to change into your night clothes. It didn’t matter that he was there, he’d seen you before. “Here,” you threw a shirt at him and a pair of sweatpants, “I accidentally packed it when I was getting my things but the sweats I took on purpose.”

“You did love wearing my clothes.” That made you stick your tongue out at him. “Don’t stick out your tongue unless you plan to use it dear.”

You got comfy in your bed, more tired than you had realized. “Fuck you, Eddie.”

“Thought you said I wasn’t getting lucky anytime soon?” He chuckled, joining you in bed once he was dressed.

“Only in your dreams. Goodnight.”

“Wouldn’t those be the sweetest dreams? Goodnight kitten,” he said, holding you close. He knew that you’d be his again.

Originally posted by forever-peter-pan-x

Sweet Treats and Sweaty Palms (Evan Hansen x Reader)

A sweet Evan imagine! REQUESTS ARE OPEN! Enjoy!  

You felt yourself slipping, slowly falling away into a dark nothingness, your eyelids heavy and your brain slowing to a stop. It was bittersweet, this wasn’t the best position to be in while on your way out but the feeling of slow descent was a needed one. You were almost completely gone from this world, the haze washing over you, when the chime of that fucking bell at the door broke through the silence that was aiding you in a poorly timed nap only moments ago. You bolted upright and tried to look as welcoming as possible “hello how may I help you?" 

 "Huh? Oh, uh hi I-I uh I was was wondering if umm-” the boy who had entered the small cafe stuttered nervously. You smiled trying to show him that you would be patient, but he almost seemed to get more nervous. “I’m I’m sorry I didn’t mean to wake you up I just really need some pastries, well obviously I need those or else I wouldn’t be in here, I’m sorry I just-" 

 "Hey, relax, breathe it’s okay. You need some pastries? Well we have those over here,” you soothed, he was anxious and obviously very nervous, his fingers were rolling and unrolling the hem of his polo shirt and he was chewing on his lower lip. 

 He took a deep breath “ok so I need a dozen of these for dinner tonight and I don’t even know what half of these are,” his voice was cracking but he managed not to stutter even if the sentence did take twice as long to get out.

 "Ok well what kind of event is it?“ The smile ever present on your face, this kid was familiar, he was in your English class freshman year, Arin Hansen? That didn’t seem right.

 "It’s uh it’s my mom’s birthday and I er,” the pace at which he spoke suddenly increasing. “My mom doesn’t like cake and she hasn’t celebrated her own birthday in years so many that for awhile I didn’t even know she had one, now I’m rambling I’m sorry” he suddenly stopped his eyes dropping to the floor and his hand suddenly shaking. 

Memories of him came to you, this was the kid that had a panic attack in junior year after one kid called him a klutz. Axel was known for being a dick to just about everyone, and when Arin (which still felt like the wrong name) bumped into him in the hallway he didn’t take it kindly. He pushed him to the ground and grabbed his notebook out of his hands, ‘little fuckin loser doodles shitty little trees, what a fuckin nerd, awe and he has little poems, I wish I was like everyone else how cute’. A teacher came in and took the notebook telling kids to get to class but he couldn’t do anything for Arin who was curled up on the floor. You remembered hearing about it in first period after their names were said over the loud speaker 'Axel Brink and Evan Hansen’. THAT WAS HIS NAME! 

 "Evan!“ you said happy to remember his real name, but it only made him more anxious. 

 "Uh y-yes? How? How do you know my name?” He implored his gaze meeting yours. 

 "Oh we are in the same grade level, I’m (y/n). (Y/n)(Y/L/N). Anyway what kind of sweets does your mom like?“ 

He smiled and looked like he was remembering something. "It’s nice to meet you, again that is. We um you uh. You helped me find the computer lab sophomore year, thanks for that I guess. Um my mom likes cream filled things and those um those little tubes with the vanilla in the middle, if that makes any sense, sorry,” he stammered 

 You giggled at his descriptions, “she likes Cannolis and Boston cream donuts! Well Ev you’re in the right place!” You beamed grabbing a box from under the counter. 

 "Yes! Yes those thank you so much!“ He replied, for the first time you saw him really smile. 

 "You should smile more, it looks good on you,” you admitted, warmth crawling up you face as blood climbed up your veins. His face was bright red and the tips of his ears were too, it was kind of adorable, 

“um oh T-thank you,” his was more nervous that ever, it’s not everyday that a pretty girl tells Evan Hansen something looks good on him. 

 "Well here you go Evan, six of our best cannolis and six of the finest Boston Cream Donuts in town!“ You rang up his order and sent him on his way. Even though Evan left, he stayed in your thoughts.

  It was a Wednesday. Fucking Wednesday. Wednesday’s were made by a satanist with no morals. Wednesday was also your late shift, thusly screw Wednesday’s. You clean off all of the tables and waited for nothing. At six no one even walked past the small Cafes doors, so you grabbed your Ipod and played your favorite song, dancing and belting out the words, with no regard to how loud you were being. How loud were you? Loud enough to not have heard that door bell jingle as a nervous boy walked in hoping to see a pretty (y/h/c) girl behind the counter. He walked up to the counter smiling, you looked so happy and carefree, like every wall you’d built had collapsed, Evan wishes he could be like that. 

 "Oh Jesus fucking Christ!” You yelled clutching your heart in fear, you hadn’t expected Evan to be standing at the counter when you turned around. You turned down the music and felt a familiar blush on your cheeks that usually came along with think of or seeing Evan. 

“H-hi Evan what-what can I do for you?” You smiled trying to regain composure. 

 "I was. I would like. Um. I uh,“ his hands trembled against his khakis, his lip quivered nervously. "What days are You off?” The five words tumbled out of his mouth quickly. You were taken aback, not expecting him to ask that, usually you got more questions about the food provided.

 "I’m off tomorrow, and Saturday’s,“ 

 "Okay! Um when I get out of work tomorrow at two would, would you be interested in um going t-to the fair with me?” He cringed physically leaning away from you, as if your response would hurt him harder than any shove in a hallway. 

 "Oh my god of course I’d love to go to the fair with you, well as long as it’s a date!“ You said confidence rushing though you suddenly. 

 Evan perked up and grinned like a mad man "A date? Of course it can be a date, I’d love to go on a date with you, I mean who wouldn’t you’re so beautiful and smart and you’re, you’re funny and and-” he babbled, you cut him off with a kiss to the cheek, he looked like he might pass out. “Oh um thank you,” he mumbled happily.

 You giggled and grabbed a chocolate chip cookie from the pastry display and scribbled on the napkin you wrapped it in. “I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon Evan Hansen, here’s my number and a cookie that’s almost as sweet as you!” You promised, he smiled and wipped his palms on his legs before taking the cookie. 

 "Thank you, I’ll text you about it when I get home!“ He chimed and stumbled through the small store to the exit, the grin painted across his face never faltering once. You closed up shop quickly at the end of your shift, ready to check your phone and pick up an outfit for your date tomorrow, your smile matched that of the boy who left here less than an hour ago.

{PART 10} Who Are You? // Im Jaebum

Originally posted by sugaglos

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Sad, Angst

Summary: Jaebum finds himself being haunted by the memory of you - the memories you can’t remember at all.

Please note that this series contains mentions of road/car accidents, amnesia and cheating.

{Part 1} //{Part 9} {Part 10} {Part 11}

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