his films never fail to put me in a good mood


Request from anon for a Happy x Reader using the following prompts:

#75 - “Can you stop poking me?!” “I’m not poking you.”

#81 - “It’s locked!” “You mean we’re stuck in here?”

#83 - “Hey! I was watching that!”

Originally posted by arkhangelsks

You make a sound of disgust as you pinch your nose with your thumb and index, spraying the air freshener aggressively. You understood when you came to Belfast that you weren’t going to be living in a five star hotel with luxurious facilities and chocolates left on your pillow, but still, you at least expected your company not to be complete pigs.

Satisfied that you’ve used enough spray to cover up the vulgar smell of shit, you wash your hands, before stomping your way to the living room. Currently, it was just you and your number one nemesis left in the residence, the others and Gemma having left for whatever reason a couple hours ago.

“Seriously, you didn’t think of spraying something to cover up the smell of death in that bathroom?” you scold as you reach the sofa, Happy sprawled out across it, his attention solely focused on the tiny TV in front of him.

He shushes you rudely, batting you away with his hands as you stand near his entertainment, him not giving a rats ass about what you’re saying. Scoffing, you turn around, yanking the TV plug out of its socket, sounds of annoyance leaving Happy’s lips.

“Hey! I was watching that!” he growls, standing up from his relaxed position and going to reach around you to put the plug back in. You push him backwards, raising your eyebrows sternly as you demand to be listened to. He shrugs his shoulders in question as he stares at you. “What?”

“Spray next time you shit, it’s that simple.” You glare at him as you wait for your message to sink in, Happy’s eyes in slits as he looks back at you. Once you’re satisfied, you flash him a sickly smile, walking to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea.

“You know, you might get fucked by an Irish man if you remove that stick that’s jammed up your ass.” Happy says, the TV restored to its previous state, some gritty horror film playing. You slam the cupboard in response, pouring the boiling water into your mug and wishing it was Happy’s skin instead.

“Thanks for the tip. Better not remove the stick in your ass, I dread to think what might come out.” Happy laughs sarcastically as you take a seat with your drink, your mind already whirring with ideas to piss him off. You smirk to yourself as you bring the tea to your lips, slurping obnoxiously.

You act unaware as you pretend to watch the screen, Happy’s angry eyes burning into the side of your face. After a few more slurps, he curses under his breath, throwing the remote in your lap before he heads for the door. “Off so soon?”

He flips you the bird over his shoulder, an accomplished smile sliding onto your lips. He rattles the door handle loudly, desperate for an escape from your company, but to no avail.

“Did you forget how to open a door?” you ask after the rattling continues, the channels on the TV flicking as you search through. Rolling your eyes, you get up, reaching the door and pushing Happy over to the side. “It’s left, not right. Genius.”

Happy watches you smugly as you fail to unlock the door, your brows knotting in confusion as you turn it the correct way, yet nothing happens. You attempt it a few more times, but again, nothing.

“I think it’s locked.” Happy says, loving the fact that you’re not right - for once. He rattles the handle once more for good measure, before smirking at you. “Definitely locked.”

“Thanks for the input, Sherlock. You mean we’re stuck in here? I’m stuck in here, with you?” Happy almost looks offended for a moment, before he walks and slumps back down on the couch, the remote being scooped back into his possession.

“Looks like it, Princess. Better get comfy.”

You grit your teeth, breathing in deeply in an attempt to stop yourself from attacking the man next to you. The torment continues, your last little bit of resolve crumbling. “Can you stop poking me?!”

Happy looks taken aback with your outburst, before his shock changes to smugness. “I’m not poking you.”

“Who’s doing it then? Casper the pokey ghost?” Happy laughs deeply at your words, a small smile tickling at your lips. You catch yourself, however, your serious expression remaining in place. “You’d think that with your job title you’d be able to pick a lock.”

He shrugs in response, the two of you facing each other on the couch. “Who says I can’t?”

Your eyes widen as you stare at Happy in bewilderment. You wait for him to continue, but he doesn’t, as if he’s waiting to test your reaction.

“Are you saying that you’re choosing not to open the door?” you ask, slight anger but mostly just confusion brewing inside of you. If he could free the two of you from each others company, why wouldn’t he?

“Yeah.” You gesture with your hands for him to elaborate, a smile on his lips like he’s enjoying tormenting you. “Is my company that bad?”

“Well, no.” Happy’s smile fades as you hesitate, and suddenly you feel as if you’ve offended him somehow. “Wouldn’t you rather be away from me? I mean, we’re not exactly best friends.”

“Forget it.” Happy gets up swiftly, the mood tense. You huff in annoyance, hating the fact that you can’t tell what he’s thinking. Getting up, you follow him as he goes to the kitchen, his hands yanking open the drawers as he loudly throws stuff around.

“Hap-” You reach for his arm, him shoving you off roughly, your back slamming into the counter behind you. You make a sound of pain, rubbing your back to try and ease the sting, Happy looking at you apologetically.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry.” he says, his tone completely sincere, not that it helps the damage that’s already been done. You turn around, heading for your bedroom to at least lock yourself away, but a grip on your wrist stops you from moving. “Let me explain.”

You spin around, pulling your arm out of his hold. You’ve never seen him look so vulnerable, his eyes unusually soft as they observe you, asking you to give him a chance. “Explain what? Why you’re so confusing? One minute you’re a dick and the next you actually seem decent but-”

You yelp as you’re pushed backwards, your back pressing against the wall as your mouth stays parted slightly in shock. You go to speak, though you’re halted, Happy pressing his lips roughly against yours.

Your eyes are wide as you try to comprehend what’s happening, you unresponsive against Happy’s actions. Noticing this, he goes to pull away, you gripping his shirt before he can. You pull his face to yours, kissing him with just as much hunger as he kissed you.

It’s hard to believe what’s happening as you stay pressed against the wall, the heat coursing through your body something you’ve never felt, something you never thought you’d feel from kissing the man in front of you.

Breathless, you both pull away, your cheeks flushing under Happy’s prying gaze. He pulls away swiftly, cursing under his breath as you hear the door unlock, the others flooding in as Happy disappears into his room, leaving you confused, cold and slightly aroused.

A/N - Hope you liked this! It’s unreal that I’m almost at 800 followers! Thank you all so much for your continued support. Your hearts, comments, reblogs. Even if I don’t respond (bc honestly I’m a granny when it comes to this) I see it all and I’m so completely and utterly thankful. ❤

Faking It? (Chris Evans X Reader)

Characters: Chris Evans X Reader

Universe: IRL 

Warnings: Verbal abuse, judgemental parents


Request: Can you please write a fic where the reader has to go visit family and they’re super judgemental so the reader get Chris Evans to be their fake boyfriend (they’ve been best friends for years) and they realise they actually have feelings for each other? Thanks x

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

“Y/N are you coming over for dinner tomorrow?” Your mother asked suddenly over the phone.

“Wait what? I never said I was going over for dinner.” You informed her.

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Instinct || Josh Pieters

Originally posted by yasmin-shah

Requests are currently [ CLOSED ]

Masterlist can be found [ HERE ]

Word Count: 1.9k+

A/N: This is literally just a huge ball of fluff because I’m feeling very broody rn and miss my lil baby sm<3

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Make Me Forget (Grayson) Part 2

Summary: Certain moments in life and certain people are worth forgetting. Forget the pain, and forget the ones who hurt you. But sometimes you need a little help to forget. Can he make her forget? Or will she forget him?

Word Count: 3,618

Warnings: Cursing (what else is new). 

A/N: Sorry it took so long for me to upload part 2! I’m a terrible person I know! But without further ado here’s part 2! Feel free to let me know what you guys think! I love getting feedback from you guys! Even if you hate it & think it’s trash, please let me know! Hope you enjoy my loves 💕

Originally posted by graysonsbabymomma

Grayson’s POV

I opened my eyes, squinting a little from the sunlight that peeked through the blinds of the window. I starred at the window confused, not remembering ever buying sheer white curtains, but then the faint sound of someone breathing reminded me where I was. I was in Y/N’s living room, I must have fallen asleep at her place last night. I looked down and saw Y/N was still sleeping on my chest.  

She looked so peaceful. I used my fingers to push back the curls that had fallen over her face. Her cheeks were stained with mascara, from the crying she’d done last night. I’ve never seen Y/N cry before. I was so use to her laughing and smiling. She had one of those smile that could light up an entire room, and her laugh was like a song you just want to replay over and over again. How could Trey hurt her? Why would Trey, or anyone for that matter ever want to let her go?  

I never really liked Trey. I always thought Y/N could’ve done better, but she was my friend and I wanted to be supportive of her and her relationship. Deep down I knew she deserved better. She deserved someone to treat her like the princess that she is. Someone who would randomly surprise her with gifts and flowers just because. Someone who doesn’t cancel dates, and definitely someone who doesn’t break up with her over a damn text message. She deserves the world, nothing less, and I want to be the one that gives that to her. It’s true. I’ve always liked Y/N. I remember when I first met her, Ethan had invited his girlfriend Cristina over for a movie night, and she brought along Y/N. She was hands down the most beautiful girl I’ve seen. I regret never asking her out when I had the chance, even Ethan thinks I’m stupid. If I would’ve said something, we probably could’ve be dating by now, and she never would’ve had to go through that heart ache she went thru.  

“Good morning.” Y/N voice broke me out of my thoughts.  

“Good morning.” I replied, flashing her a smile.

“I’m sorry for falling asleep on you last night.” she said, as she was getting up from the couch folding up the blanket.

“No, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” I said, checking my phone to see what time it was. It was already noon, and Ethan was probably already out with his girlfriend. They were suppose to be filming a couple’s tag today, so they most likely won’t be back till later.

“What are you doing today?” I asked, as I helped Y/N fix the pillows on the couch.  

“I’m just gonna chill out here today. Cristina’s out with Ethan, and I’m not really in the mood to do anything.” she shrugged, walking into the kitchen, and opening up her fridge before she spoke again.

“What about you? Did you guys finish editing and stuff?” she asked, as she was grabbing two water bottles out the fridge, and handing me one.

I drunk some of the water before answering. “Yeah, we finished editing our videos for the week, and E is out with Cristina filming their video and stuff. So I guess I’m all by myself today.” I answered, pouting my lips out pretending to be sad. Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, shoving pass me heading towards her bedroom and climbing into her bed.

“Um what are you doing?” I asked, by the doorway.  

“What every girl does after she gets dumped. Stay in bed, listen to throwback love songs, and creep on their ex boyfriend’s social media account, and cry until I fall asleep.” she said pulling the covers over her head. “That doesn’t sound fun at all.” I said, walking over towards the bed, pulling the covers off of her. She shot me one of her death stares before pulling the cover back over her.

Reader’s POV

“C'mon, get up. Get dressed, we’re going to get pancakes.” Grayson said, pulling the covers off me again. He clearly wants to die today. 

“I don’t want pancakes. I just want to stay in my bed.” I said, reaching for the covers again, but Grayson threw it onto the ground. Really Grayson? 

“I’m not gonna let you lay in bed all day depressed. C’mon get up!” he said picking up a pillow and throwing it at me.

“Grayson, no!” this time I answered rather annoyed. What part of I just wanted to stay in bed, and listen to sad love songs all day did he not understand? He didn’t respond, all I heard was footsteps fading away from me. I guess he got the memo, and left. 

Out of nowhere, I heard an angry cat like noise, and someone had jump on my bed, and started tickling my sides. I realized it was Grayson, and that he had never left. 

“G-Gray … s-stop!” 

“Please, Grayson! S-stooop!” I said in between laughs. 

“Will you get up and go get pancakes with me?” he asked, tickling my sides some more. 

“Okay, okay fine! I’ll go! I said, finally getting out of his grip. He was cheesing like a 10 year old boy, who just their first kiss under the monkey bars. I threw a pillow at him, but of course he catches it, laughing at my fail attempt to hit him with it. 

“I’m going back to my place to get ready. I’ll be back in an hour, so go contour your face or do whatever it is you gotta do.” he said, sucking in his cheeks pretending to put on make up.

“Did James teach you that?” I teased, causing Grayson to flick me off as he was heading out the door.

I went into my closet to pick out my outfit for the day. I didn’t want to dress up, but I still wanted to look decent. I settled for pair of ripped black jeans, and a black Guns N Roses tee that was cut into a crop top. I placed my outfit on the bed, and walked into the bathroom, to take a shower.

* * * *

I was standing in front of my bathroom mirror in my towel, getting ready to start on my make up, when my phone went off. I walked into my bedroom, and grab my phone off my nightstand, to see that I had a text message from Cristina. 

Cristina: Hey, how are you feeling? I’m busy with E today, but tomorrow it’ll be just the 2 of us. Love you! ♥

Y/N: I’m good, I guess. I planned laying in bed all day, but Gray insisted that I go get pancakes with him! *eye rolling emoji* But sounds good, I’ll see you tomorrow. Love you 2! ♥

I sent my text, and closed out of the messaging app. I decided to get on Snapchat and post something on my story. I opened up the app, and what do you know. Trey just so happens to be the first story that I see. I contemplated on whether or not I should open it, but like an idiot I did, I really wish I hadn’t. His story started from last night, it was just him and some of his boys at the bar. I kept skipping through, and I saw a girl. So of course re-watched his snap making sure I didn’t skip over that part. I got to the snap, and it was him with some girl. That same girl appeared in every snap he had after that. In the last snap she was sitting in his lap, and they were kissing. The tears immediately streamed down my face. It’s only been a day, and he’s has someone else? Which lead me to believe he was probably cheating on me this whole time, because I mean what other logical explanation is there. I got back on my phone, and checked pretty much every other social media possible. He had the same girl on his Instagram, and even Twitter. He also changed his relationship status on Facebook, from being in a relationship with me, to being in a relationship with Jasmine. Who the fuck is Jasmine? I was sitting on the floor, bawling my eyes out at this point. 

“Why’d you leave the front door op-” Grayson said as he was walking into my apartment, but stopped when he saw me crying on my bedroom floor.

“Y/N whats wrong?” he said sitting on the floor next to me, wrapping his arm around my bare shoulder.

“T-Trey … Trey got a new girlfriend.” I choked out, hiding my face into Grayson’s neck. He moved his hand from my shoulder, and placed it on the back on my still very wet hair, pushing my face closer into him, while his other arm wrapped around me. He held me there, not saying anything, he just held me close and rubbed his hand up and down the middle of my back. I like how Grayson doesn’t push to make me talk. He lets me cry, lets me have my little moment, and waits before asking me if I want to talk about it. 

“It’s his lost Y/N. He’s a douche bag.” he was quite for a few seconds before he started speaking again. 

“He’s gonna regret letting someone like you go. He didn’t deserve you. You deserve someone to treat you like a princess, someone who will love you the same way you love them.” he said, still hugging me tight against him.  

“I just feel so stupid, ya know?” I said, wiping the tears away from my face. 

“You aren’t stupid. You’re smart. You’re beautiful, funny, and you’re truly an amazing person! It’s not your fault that he couldn’t realize that. Any guy would be lucky to have you as their girlfriend.” his words were genuine. I stayed in Grayson’s embrace for a few more seconds before realizing that I was only in my bath towel.

“Hey Gray.” I said

“Yeah?” he looked down a me with a questioning look. 

“I kind of need to go put some clothes on…” I said slightly embarrassed. 

“Oh shit, my bad!” he said, loosening his arms from around me. I got up, and walked towards the bathroom.

“We don’t have to go out for pancakes if you don’t want too. We can stay here, and I can make some, and we can watch those girly chick flicks.” I heard Grayson say from my bedroom.

“Sounds good!” I shouted, closing my bathroom door. I decided to put on some Nike track shorts, and a plain white t-shirt, because I was going to be staying in the house so there was no point in dressing up. I combed my hair, and left it down so it can air dry. I walked back into my bedroom, and grabbed the outfit I had picked out for today, and hung it back up inside my closet. I grabbed my phone, and my charger, and went into the kitchen to help Grayson make some pancakes. 

“Please tell me you’re not making your banana mush pancakes again?” I asked scrunching up my nose a bit. Let’s be honest his banana pancakes are pretty disgusting. 

“Nope, I’m making chocolate chip pancakes, since I know their your favorite.” he said, turning around smiling. 

I offered to help him, but he insisted otherwise. I rolled my eyes at him, and walked over to the cabinet getting out some plates and glasses. I filled the glasses up with orange juice, grabbed one, and walked over to the couch. I was trying to find something to watch on Netflix, and I heard music playing in the kitchen. I looked over and saw Grayson dancing to some song that was playing on his phone. I opened up Snapchat, and started recording him. He turned around, and started swaying his hips like a girl. I posted the video on my story, and put away my phone. 

“Pancakes are done!” Grayson said, walking over towards the couch with two plates of pancakes. 

“Thank you!” I said, as he handed me my plate. 

* * * *

We finished eating, and now we were just hanging out in the living room, watching High School Musical. Grayson obviously didn’t like the idea of spending the day watching a bunch of Disney movies, but he was being a good sport about it. I’m glad Grayson’s here. He’s helping me keep my mind off of Trey, and keeping me distracted. The last thing I want to do is lay in my bed, going through Trey’s social media and crying. 

We spent the day, watching movies, YouTube videos, and eating junk food. It was 8:00 in the evening, and Grayson most likely was going to have to go back to his apartment. I didn’t want him to though. I was scared that if he left, I would probably get all depressed again. Cristina was coming over tomorrow, but I didn’t want to be alone tonight. So I figured I’d ask Grayson if he would want to stay over.

“Gray, can you stay here tonight? I don’t want to be alone.” I asked, playing with my nails. 

“Yeah, of course!” he said smiling.

“But only if I get to pick the next movie!” he said yanking the remote control away from me. 

Grayson picked out a movie, while I ordered us ordered some pizza. I ordered the pizza and went back over to the couch to watch the movie and wait until the pizza gets here. Grayson ended up picking out the movie Ted. I laughed at his movie, and joined him on the couch.

About 30 minutes later, the pizza arrived. Grayson insisted on paying for him, but I told him I got it. I mean he’s been dealing with my annoying emotional self for the past two days, the least I can do is buy us pizza. I walked to the door to pay for the pizza, shutting the door behind me after I was finished. I sat the pizza down on the dinning table, and went to my room to put away my wallet.

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Grayson’s POV

As Y/N went to go pay for the pizza, her started to ring. I reached for the phone to silence the sound, and noticed the caller ID. Trey was calling her. What the hell is he calling her for? What more does he have to say to her? Hasn’t he hurt her enough? I didn’t want Y/N to see that he called or else she would want to call him back, and that would only upset her even more. Remembering her passcode, I quickly unlocked her phone and went to her call logs to delete Trey’s recent call. I put her phone back down where it was, seconds before she was coming back out to the living room.

“Did someone call me?” she asked checking her phone.

“Oh, no that was my phone. An unknown number, so I didn’t pick it up.” I lied. I felt bad lying to Y/N but I just didn’t want her to spend another night crying over the same dick head.

She stared at her phone for a minute, than darted her eyes at me. 

“It was Trey that called me wasn’t it?” she asked, sounding a bit mad.

“Y/N I don…” I tried to talk, but she cut me off.

“He just texted me, asking me why I didn’t answer his call. Gray why the hell would you do that?” she asked, scrolling through her phone. I was pretty sure she was going to try to call him back. So I grabbed the phone out of her hands and put it in my back pocket.

“Grayson, seriously give me back my phone!” she said, as she was trying to reach for her phone. 

“No Y/N. I’m not gonna let you call him. That’s just gonna make things worst.” I said, trying to keep her from getting into my back pocket.

“Grayson! Fuck Off!” she said sternly, as she managed to reach into my back pocket pulling out her phone.

I grabbed it back from her, causing a little game of tug of war with Y/N phone. I’m not trying to be an asshole, I’m just trying to be a good friend, and help her. I know for a fact that if she calls him she’s just gonna end up hurting again, and that’s the last thing I want to happen. I had the phone in my hand, and I raised up my arm, knowing there was no way she could possibly reach her phone from way up here, so she’s bond to give up at some point. 

“This isn’t funny Grayson.” Y/N said, as she was on her tippy toes trying to reach the phone. I couldn’t help but laugh a little, watching her struggle. She was reaching so hard, that she was standing on one leg, still on her tippy toes. I guess that caused her to lose her balance and she fell onto me, causing me to fall backwards, and Y/N falling on top of me with her hands placed on my chest. 

We were laying there on the ground, our faces just were inches apart, I could feel her breathing against my face. I don’t know how long we laid there, but we stayed just like that, her beautiful soft brown eyes, staring straight into mine.

Without thinking twice about it, I kissed her. To my surprised Y/N kissed me back. I dropped her phone on the ground, using my hand to grab at the small of her back, and my other free hand on the back of her neck. I trailed my tongue across her bottom lip, and she let me in. I hoisted myself up with my elbow, and her hands instantly wrapped around my neck. I used my free arm to wrap around her waist and pulled her body closer to mine. I pulled away from our kiss, and started living trails of kisses down her neck.


Did she just call me Trey? There’s no way she just called me this son of bitches name. I pulled away, and looked at her. She looked at me with wide eyes realizing that she had just called me her ex boyfriend’s name. 

“Grayson I-” she paused, as I pushed her off of me, getting back up. 

I grabbed my keys off the coffee table, and walked towards the front door.

“Gray, I’m so so-” she tried to apologize, but I slammed the door shut behind me. 

Reader’s POV

I sat on my living room floor trying to comprehend what happened. Grayson and I was just making out right here, on this very floor, and I called him by my ex boyfriend’s name. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Grayson look that mad before, especially with me.

Still confused about what happened, I started cleaning up. I threw away the pizza boxes, and the soda cans. I fixed all the pillows on the couch, and folded up the blanket. I decided to take a shower, and change into my pjs. 

It’s been a few hours since Grayson left, and I knew I couldn’t go to sleep anytime soon, so I just decided to stay in the living room and watch some more movies. I wanted to text Grayson and apologize for what happened. I didn’t mean for none of that to happen, and I defiantly didn’t mean to call him Trey. I grabbed my phone, and as I was about to text Grayson, there was knock on my door. I looked at my phone, and it was 12:15 in the morning. Who the hell could that be? I looked through the peep hole before opening the door, and it was Grayson. 

I opened the door, and Grayson walks in kicking the door shut behind him. Before I could even say anything he grabbed the sides of my face, crashing his lips onto mine. He bite my bottom lip, causing me to let out a small moan, giving him access to enter. I wrapped my hands around his neck, while his hands found my waist. His kisses were rough, but I enjoyed them. Throughout our kiss I could feel him slowly moving his hands down towards my butt. 

“Jump” he said in between kisses, giving my butt a light squeeze. I wrapped my legs around Grayson, and without breaking away from our kiss, he started walking towards my bedroom.

Temporary Home

by asteroidphil | No warnings other than fluff and feels | Dan/Phil | 2.2k | complete

Summary: It’s time for Dan and Phil to move on from their current flat, but finding a new home is easier said than done, especially when they know that it’s not going to be their forever home.

AN: It’s 03:30 there are probably some errors, i’ll read over it again and correct them (ill remove this once i have) 

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AU where you’re best friends with Lin-Manuel Miranda

Summary: you come home after a bad day at high school, only to be surprised by your best friend, Lin-Manuel Miranda

Words: 1382

(this is my first time writing fanfics in about 3 years! just wanna get back into it <3 )

Slamming the door of your bedroom behind you, you throw yourself on the bed. Breathing heavily you lie on your back and close your eyes. If today wasn’t already bad enough with your least favourite classes, you were turned down by the girl you’ve long held a crush on and received back too many negative grades. Two weeks ago you were trapped in your room for hours on end writing this biology paper which now stood in front of you with a large, red C- on it.

Chest heaving you took the paper and ripped it to shreds, letting it fall on the floor strip by strip. If the day wasn’t already shit enough, now you’ve possibly lost a friend and arriving closer at failing a subject. It was moments like these you needed your best friend, Lin-Manuel Miranda, more than anything. And he was there. He was always there. Now, however, he was constantly travelling the world filming and whatnot for various projects he was working on.

Sure, being best friends with one of the world’s most successful broadway writers and performers had its perks. You were closely known to the primary Hamilton cast and crew members. You could be guaranteed a spot in your favourite seat, the fourth row from the stage and 8th seat from the left. Lin was a lovely man, it seemed beyond the stars that you were fortunate enough to meet him through your parents. Growing up knowing Lin was like having a second parent. He was always there for you, regardless the 20 year age gap you had.

Now seeing how far Lin had come in his successions drew tears to your eyes, knowing the man you once considered another father was a sought-after writer and composer. Through the course of his time in Hamilton, you frequently babysat his young son when you weren’t drowned in homework. However, since moving to England for his filming of the Mary Poppins revival, you were lucky enough to Skype him once a week, usually on a Saturday evening.

This Friday afternoon you sat there, letting your mind trick and deceive you as you shook and broke down. You knew Lin would be off filming, with his family or seeing the world as he so often did, but you needed to hear his voice more than ever.

People laughed it off that you were friends with Lin-Manuel. They would say you were bragging, or your friendship was too close for a teenager and man with a family. But you and Lin knew nothing of that. Through thick and thin, he knew your darkest feelings and secrets and was there through the highs and lows of it.

Breathing deeply to slow your trembling hands, you opened your phone to see a spam of messages from your friends. They read

“I cannot believe you would just risk tearing us apart, telling ____ you like her and all that!!”

“I’m disgusted at how selfish you are, this is going to make lunchtimes all the more awkward”

“I need some space from you for a while. See you in a few weeks.”

Tears welled in your eyes, heart beating faster and faster. Throwing your feelings aside you clicked Lin’s contact, trembling more and more as the dial went on.  As your phone rang, you swore you could hear a phone ringing downstairs but ignored it, pushing it aside as one of your parent’s spare phones. After calling Lin twice to receive no pickup and leaving one long voice mail, you throw your earphones in and head downstairs to scavenge the leftover pizza for an emotion-healing treat. Walking down the stairs, you put on the In The Heights broadway cast album and begin to jam along as “The Club” plays.

Lipsyncing and dancing downstairs would traditionally not be a safe choice of movement, but you’ve discovered that a quick listen to ITH can change any mood in a matter of moments.

You slowly stumble to the kitchen, your mood returning to its former state as Breathe begins to play. Opening the fridge door you feel tears behind your eyes. Although not directly relatable, the lyrics hold a strong meaning of living up to others exceptions, something you are currently struggling with. The song continues and the pizza reheats. As the climax is reached, you are overcome with emotion and throw yourself down on the kitchen counter. shaking with emotion. Lin always knew how to write a good song. A relatable song. In that moment, you were Nina. Caught in a mix and feeling like a disappointment, unsure of what to do next.

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Cuddle Puddle (Jackbum x Reader)

Request: Um this might be a bit weird but could you do a drabble with Jackson and JB where you’re all in a polyamorous relationship? + as much extra fluff you can add in 🙈 

Member: Got7′s Jackbum x Y/N


I wiped at the tears falling from my eyes and loudly sniffed in. Pulling my knees up to my chin, I cuddled my shins in my arms and tried not to cry out. Today was one of the worst days I had experienced at my new job thus far. Everything had gotten out of hand. I had never thought when I began teaching English overseas that I would have such a difficult time with the students, but here I was, a shivering mess after spending just a few days in front of them. My teaching assistant said things would get better with time, and time flies after all, but it seems like my students’ kept breaking it’s wings. This semester couldn’t go by quickly enough.

“Babe, is that you?” I heard a hoarse voice from down the hall. I tried to wipe at my tears and hide my emotion as best I could as Jackson popped his head into the living area. 

“Hey baby girl,” he said with a grin, pulling a hand through his bed head. “I was just taking a nap, they had me up early for filming and…were you crying?”

“No,” I said quickly, shaking my head. “Allergies.”

“Aish, don’t lie to me!” he gasped, pointing a finger at me. He crossed the room in a few steps and plopped on top of me. He wiggled his body into my arms and wrapped his hands around my waist, placing his forehead near my neck. “Now, what happened?”

I ran a hand anxiously through his hair, hoping the repeated motions would be enough to calm myself down. “Work,” I said simply. 

“Are your students giving you a tough time still?” He gasped, sitting up. “I think it’s time I go to your class and give them a stern talking to. Better yet, we can bring Daddy along too. He’ll get them regretting the day their parents ever thought about having kids.”

“Oh, Jaebum isn’t that bad,” I chuckled. “But you’re right, someone does need to talk some sense into these kids. I feel like I was so much more different at their age.”

“Well, you weren’t in Korea, so that would make sense,” Jackson chuckled, giving me a smile. 

“Jackson,” I sighed, rolling my eyes. 

“Mmm you love me,” he cooed, nuzzling my neck and kissing lightly at the sensitive skin there. 

A light ringing began on the coffee table and I looked over to see my phone lighting up, JB’s face decorating my screen with his good looks, a pending FaceTime waiting for me to answer. 

“Hello my pets,” he smiled, seeing both Jackson and I sharing the camera. “I think there’s too much beauty for such a small phone. I think I see my screen starting to crack now.”

Jackson squealed in delight and began to flop around. He ran a hand through his hair again. “Are you on your way home?” 

“I am,” he nodded with another grin. “You’re both there?” 

“We are,” I said evenly, trying to keep my emotions in check. I had an easy time cheering up in Jackson’s arms, but Jaebum could normally see right through my charade and more often than not made my problems his. It wasn’t that he cared more, but he was just more quiet than Jackson, more introspective. 

“Y/N has had a bad day,” Jackson sighed, nuzzling into my shoulder again. 

“Well we’ll have to fix that,” Jaebum nodded confidently. “Take good care of our girl Jackson, I’m only a few blocks away.”

“Of course,” Jackson giggled. He was so cute when Jaebum addressed him. He became this giggling, blushing mess. Jackson more often than not would know how to make Jaebum blush as well, which usually meant when the two were together, they never failed to put me in a good mood. I never intended on having two boyfriends, but life always liked to throw unexpected curves my way. 

“How about,” Jackson began slowly, sitting up. “We pick out some movies and get them set up before our Jaebum gets home?”

I nodded, giving Jackson a sad smile. I stood and crossed the room to look at the extensive DVD collection. I just couldn’t shake this funk I was in. 

Jackson stood as well, disappearing into the kitchen and clattering glasses around. The sound of him busy at work making something (organic I assumed) was comforting as I shifted through the plastic cases. 

I finally decided on Tangled and Big Hero 6 when I heard keys jingling in the lock of the front door. An easy smile came to my face as I heard Jackson chirp with joy as he skidded out of the kitchen, nearly falling in his smooth socks. 

“Daddy!” Jackson giggled, throwing his arms around Jaebum before he even got fully into the door. 

“Mmm hello darling,” Jaebum chuckled, catching Jackson in his arms. He placed a light kiss on his forehead and gave him a loving glance. “How was filming?”

“Good, very tiring,” Jackson nodded, intertwining JB’s fingers in his. “How was the studio?”

“Alright, remind me to never take Yugyeom along again,” JB sighed. He slipped off his shoes and stepped into the living room, taking his hand from Jackson and walking toward me. I redirected my focus to the movies, knowing if I looked at JB, I would lose it all over again. 

“Yah, kitten,” he cooed. I felt him crouch down behind me, lowering to my level and wrapping his arms around my waist. His mouth was close to my ear and I felt his breath as he spoke. “We’ve had a rough day?”

“Yeah…” I sighed, feeling the emotion already trying to struggle out of my mouth. I caught myself spinning in his arms, burying my head in his neck, and letting out a long awaited wail. I looked up to see Jackson only a few feet away, furrowing his eyebrows in distress. I loved Jackson and tried my hardest not to unravel in front of him. He had so many emotions and cared so deeply toward us that I knew it hurt him to see me this way. 

He quickly came up behind JB and wrapped his arms around him, placing his hands on top of JB’s still secured around my waist. 

“It’s okay,” JB cooed. “We’re here. We won’t let anything happen to you, alright?”

I nodded wordlessly into JB’s shoulder and took a deep breath in. The smell of the two boys’ colognes intermingling brought solace to me and I wished I could just live wrapped in their arms. 

“I think…” Jackson began slowly. “We need a cuddle puddle.”

“Do you have to call it that?” JB muttered. I leaned back just in time to see his patented eye roll. Jackson gasped, flicking JB lightly in the ear. 

“That is what I like to call it, Im Jaebum, and it is what our baobei needs, I think!” he grumbled. 

“I don’t disagree,” JB nodded, smirking at how fired up our boyfriend was getting. “I’ll get some blankets from the bedroom. Why don’t you put on a movie, Y/N?”

I nodded, scooting on my knees to the DVD player and popping in Rapunzel. I leaned backwards, backing my butt up until it hit the couch and sighed. Jackson came out of the kitchen again, this time holding a tray full of tea cups and a pitcher. He set it down on the small, side table and smiled as JB came in with a pile of blankets and pillows. With Jackson’s aid, they quickly created a comfy nest on top of and around the couch. JB placed his hand in mine, lifting me from my spot and pushing me toward the couch. Jackson immediately took the place on my right side, lifting my legs and placing them on his lap. Jaebum sat on the opposite side, wrapping his arms around my torso and letting me lean against him. 

“Alright princess, what are we watching?” JB sighed as the Walt Disney logo appeared on the screen. 

“Rapunzel,” I nodded, leaning my head into the crook of his neck. 

“Mmm, I like her,” he sighed. “She didn’t need a man to save her.” 

“I like her too,” Jackson nodded quickly. “She reminds me of Y/N.”

“But Y/N is much prettier,” Jaebum smiled, pulling me in more tightly to him. 

“She is,” Jackson nodded again. “Plus Y/N gets two prince charmings.”

Originally posted by letmehearusayfly

Roommate Tag

I decided to combine these two for a oneshot! Thanks for the requests! 

p.s. This is unedited so I apologize for any grammar mistakes

also i apologize for the first two paragraphs they’re kinda crap but oh well and i lowkey feel like i didn’t respond to the prompts well so i apologize @ozieozieozie @ms-g-note 

Ethan was super grateful that Tyler and Kathryn let him move with them when he moved to California. The thought of going immediately from living with his parents to living by himself across the country did not seem pleasing to him. 

Once he moved, and the twitter flirting antics between his roommates began to kick up, his fans became curious about them. They started asking about them, and finally Ethan decided to do a roommate tag video with them. After sending out a tweet asking for questions and compiling them, he began to film.

“What is up my Cranky Crew! Today I’m here with my two amazing roommates, Tyler and Kat, and we’ll be doing the roommate tag! To make it interesting, we’re making it a challenge! Whoever has the better answer, in my opinion of course, gets a point and the first to two wins. The loser must be banished forever!” 

“I’m so sorry Kat, but I think I have this in the bag. I mean, Ethan and I have known each other longer. We’ll miss you.” Tyler declared. 

Kat rolled her eyes. “Whatever you say, Tyler. Let the best roommate win.”

“Alrighty folks! Let’s begin with our first question: What was your first impression of me? And yes, I will be taking this personally.” Ethan proclaimed. 

“Easy!” Tyler started, “I thought your hair was as blue as where the sky and ocean meet on a beautiful day.”

Ethan’s face flushed at the comment and he giggled. Kat rolled her eyes and simply smiled. She was used to the two acting like this and she found it absolutely adorable. 

“A wonderful start Tyler! And your rebuttal, Kathryn?”

“Ooh, you’re getting all formal with my full name. But in all honesty my initial thoughts about you were that you seemed very energetic and funny.” Kat answered, truthfully. 

Ethan looked between the two, pretending to think hard. After looking back and forth a few times and making a “hmm” sound, he finally cam to a decision. 

“The first point goes to Tyler! His answer was creative, metaphorical, poetic. I hate to break it to you Kat, but your answer was very basic, and that just won’t cut it here! Now, round two! What’s your favorite thing about me? Kat, would you like to go first?”

“I love hanging out with you. Your personality is definitely very bubbly and fun. Being around you always puts me in a good mood.”

“Daw! Kat you’re so sweet!” Ethan jumped from his seat between the two and flung himself onto Kat’s lap. He wrapped his arms around her, causing her to giggle. 

“Good luck beating me, Tyler.” She remarked, giving him a smirk.

“Again, easy. I can’t choose a favorite thing about Ethan because everything about him is my favorite.” He shot a smirk back. 

Ethan’s face flushed once more. 

“Tyler! I can’t include that! Who knows what my fans will do with it! Next thing you know there will be fan art for, I dunno, Ethyler or something!”  Ethan exclaimed, hiding half of his red face in Kat’s shoulder.

“So making that poetic comment about your hair won’t be taken out of context by them? I don’t see how this is fair.” Tyler defended himself. 

“Well I’m going to edit your answer out anyways, so give another answer? Pleaaase?” Ethan practically begged. Tyler gave in.

“Fine. My favorite thing about you is your sense of humor. You never fail to make me laugh.”

“That’s what I said in the last question!” Kat jumped in. 

“She has a point! That was her answer! This round goes to Kat! It’s now sudden death!” 

“Ethan, as much as I love having the point, can you please get off of me now?” Kat asked with a slight chuckle. 

“Oh, shit, sorry. SUDDEN DEATH!” Ethan shouted, jumping up. He stood, with his back to camera, staring down Tyler and Kat. The two both looked at each other with their game faces on.

“And now, for the SUDDEN DEATH question, what am I allergic to?”

“Peanuts!” Kat quickly answered.

“Idiots!” Tyler answered simultaneously.

“Yes!” Ethan called out, turning back around on his heel and falling back into his seat between Tyler and Kat. 

“Although both are correct, the point goes to Tyler! I am, in fact, 100 percent more allergic to idiots than peanuts!” Ethan concluded while Tyler gave out a victory “Yes!”

“Ethan, you can literally die from having less than a half a peanut.” Kat pointed out.

“Yeah, but an idiot can kill me too.” Ethan reasoned. 

Kat looked into the camera as if she were in the office with a fake pout. “I’ve been robbed.” 

“See Kat, I told you I’d win. I guess I’m Eth’s favorite.” Tyler joked. 

“Well at least I’m still the cute one.” She countered.

“Ladies, ladies, you’re both pretty.” Ethan interrupted. “ And I believe this will do it for this video. So thank you guys for watching. Hope you enjoyed, and if you did, make sure to slap that like button right in the face! And I will see you guys in the next video. Love you all, stay cranky, bye!”

[movie night | joshua x reader x vernon smut]

♛wc; 2.6k (of pure sin)

But right now, underneath him, marks all along your side and hair spread out over marble, he felt as if he was looking right at a galaxy, billions of stars, together with gas and dust, held together by the forces of nature and god, he never wanted to stop looking at you.

You didn’t know how you could begin to classify your relationship with Joshua Hong. 

You had been best friends with him for ages; well, him and Vernon. You had always been close to the two, but one night had brought you and Joshua close- closer than you had ever expected.

You wouldn’t classify it as a friends with benefits situation seeing as you both knew feelings were there. Neither of you acknowledged or wanted to admit they were there.

Vernon was clueless, to your knowledge. He had never pointed out that you two were being weird in any way. 

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Originally posted by sixpenceee

Howlin’ For You

Part 1

(Avengers x Reader & Pietro x Reader) 

A/n: This is my first ever request. Hope you like it anon. ;) I got carried away again and there’s a bit of fluff with Pietro because, well it's Pietro and it’s mandatory. ;) Hope it’s not too rubbish! 

Translation: Dormi bine/Sleep well

Happy Halloween :) xxx  Requests are open. :)

(Part 2)

“Avengers! Good you’re assembled.”

Everyone groaned as Tony practically skipped into the room. Dressed in a Victorian suit and tails, top hat and a cane - he looked very Sherlock Holmes. None of your fellow Avengers appeared all that impressed, having been pulled out of training for Tony’s ‘announcement’. You seemed to be the only excited one in the room, loving this time of year and the opportunity to go to a Tony Stark halloween party. Most likely it was the fact you were pretty new and hadn’t had the experience yet. Recruited a few months ago you have the ability to rebuild objects and buildings from a previous photograph, which came in handy after all the devastation in Sokovia.  

With a dramatic bow Tony twirled the top hat and rolled it down his arm, flicking the hat up in to the air and catching it in his hand, giving you all a smug smile.

“In this hat are pieces of paper with two names on, one you have to prank every day until my spook-tacular party, the other you have to come dressed as,” Steve mumbled his disapproval under his breath, “no objections grandpa. Well, who wants to go first?” Tony shook the hat, looking at the group expectantly. No one moved.  

“How about you sweet cheeks?” Tony’s pleading gaze landed on you and you squirmed in your seat, all eyes on you. You didn’t really have a choice now. Thanks Tony.

“Sweet cheeks?” You scowled at him while rummaging through the bits of paper. Unfolding one you grinned. Quicksilver & Black Widow. This could be cool, or you could be mincemeat. You looked up about to ask if you could pick again when Tony smiled, lifting a finger to your mouth.

“Ah don’t tell us, you’ll ruin the surprise.”  

He moved past you to Wanda, she did not look impressed. She sighed loudly when she read her bit of paper, muttering to Pietro in Sokovian. Reluctantly the Avengers all took their pick, some looking happier than others. You caught Pietro giving you a knowing smile and your stomach churned, you’d be in for it he decided to prank you. Bruce was the last to pick, his face not really giving anything away.  

“Thanks kids, must dash, things to do and all that.” Tony left as dramatically as he came in. Pepper walked behind him embarrassed and mouthing sorry to you all. As soon as they were out of sight everyone looked at each other.  

“Who did you get then?”


It was lame. You knew you were playing it safe with Natasha’s prank, but you didn’t want to get shot and there was no way in hell you would prank Pietro, that man would make payback last forever. So you got up early and sneaked into the kitchen, putting the fake spider in Natasha’s box of cereal.

You tried to stay casual when she walked in, sleepy and still in her pyjamas.  

“You’re up early.” Natasha observed you through bleary eyes, too tired to really care. You concentrated on your coffee as she poured her cereal and the spider plopped into the bowl. She didn’t notice at first pouring in her milk and picking up the bowl, about to eat a spoonful of plastic spider.

The master assassin let out a quiet squeal, dropping the bowl on the counter. Milk and cereal spilled everywhere while she beat the fake spider with her spoon.

“BARTON!”  Natasha screamed and you made a swift exit, trying not to giggle as you ran to the gym.  

“Hey Bucky.” You smiled when you spotted him. You enjoyed training with Bucky he was one of the first people you opened up to. He had been assigned to you as part of his rehabilitation and was funny and smart, never pushing you too far. When he didn’t answer you glanced over to see his worried expression. 

“Are you ok?” You asked him. He looked up like he’d only just realized you were there, fiddling with the mechanism on his arm.

“Yeah, I’m just, my arm doesn’t feel right.”  

“I’ll go easy on you for a change.” You joked and he smiled.  

“Ok then. Let’s see if you can take me down, just like we practiced.” You hated that move, you had to twist his arm around and flip him over. He must have noticed your worried expression.

“Don’t worry you can’t hurt me.”  

You started sparring, attempting to get a proper hold so you could twist him around. Eventually he grabbed hold of you and you took the opportunity, pulling on his metal arm and swinging him around onto the floor so you were almost straddling him. You grinned triumphantly then noticed his look of horror. He started screaming in pain, writhing around on the floor clutching his shoulder. Blood was spurting out making a pool on the floor.

“Oh my god, Bucky! Your arm!” Realizing it was in your hands you screamed and threw it to the ground.  

“What have you done?!”  In a panic you tried to wrap the wound as he kept on screaming, a horrible sound that terrified you.    

“Help me, put it back on!”  

“I’m so sorry! How did I even do that?! Jarvis we need a medic, training room 6 please hurry!”

The gym doors burst open and Clint and Sam ran in. Confused you went to ask where the medic was when a bright flash blinded you. They took a picture?! As your sight returned you noticed the screaming had stopped. You turned around to see Bucky sat with a wide grin on his face, metal arm resting in his lap.

“Sorry y/n. It’s getting upgraded today, I couldn’t resist.”

“You bastard James Buchanan Barnes, I thought you were dying!”  

Bucky just shrugged joining in with Clint and Sam’s laughter.

“You’re in trouble now, she said your full name!” Clint piped up in between laughs.

“Man, this is so going on the big screen!” Sam chuckled and held up his phone for you to see. it was a picture of you covered in fake blood looking horrified, with Bucky waving his arm at the camera and grinning behind you. Oh god.  

You huffed and stomped away not letting them see the smile begin to form on your face.  

“Good one you bloody idiots.”  


After a shower to get rid of all that surprisingly sticky fake blood you headed to the kitchen, deciding double chocolate cookies were the only cure for your embarrassment.  Rounding the corner you stopped, peeved to see Pietro pulling your biscuit tin down from the cupboard. Again.

“Those are my biscuits.”

“Hmm, well, they are mine now.” He teased while trying to get the lid off the biscuit tin. Cursing you tried to grab it out of his hands. He dodged you making you jump for the tin and laughing. You were really getting annoyed now.  

“I want those bloody cookies!”  

Your protests only made him cockier, before you realized you were chasing him around the kitchen. Pietro laughed at you, teasing as he stopped then zoomed away at the last second.

“Still mine, aha!” He zoomed to the other end of the kitchen finally managing to loosen the lid. You started stomping over to him, fully ready to kill him. No one steals your cookies.  

Pietro screamed in shock when the lid fired off, fake snakes flying out of the tin at him. He shouted something in Sokovian, swatting them away and running to hide behind you.  

“Pietro they aren’t real!” You doubled over in laughter, his grip on you loosened and he backed away a little, embarrassed.

“They looked real.” He tried to defend himself, crossing his arms over his chest.  

“That was so good! Your face Pietro you screamed like a girl!”  

You carried on laughing and he gave you the evil eye while he walked back over to the biscuit tin. He kicked the snakes away gingerly not completely sure they were fake.  He shook the tin over the counter, tipping it up and looking inside, frowning in disappointment.

“Where are the cookies?”  

You were in hysterics then, hardly able to breathe, tears clouding your vision.

“What’s so funny?” Pietro asked a bit peeved.  

You tried to calm down a bit, however your giddy mood wouldn’t shift. You grabbed one of the snakes and held it out like a sword, throwing another one to Pietro.  

“En garde monsieur road runneur!”

After a dramatic bow Pietro got into a fighting stance, the most serious look on his face.

“You killed my father. Prepare to die!”  

With that you both chased each other around the kitchen again, play fighting with the snakes. When he decided you were a bit too good at beating him he started doing laps around you, stopping to thump you on the bum. Too far Pietro. You attempted to trip him up and failed, he dodged everything with that annoying smirk on his annoying face.  

“I understood that reference! awesome film.” Steve and Clint walked in, clearly amused at the sight of you both messing around. Calming down a little you started picking up the snakes and the biscuit tin, nudging Pietro playfully.

“I demand a rematch, monsieur.“ You whispered. Pietro laughed and nudged you back, both of you sharing a smile.

“Snakes in a can? Which old man came up with that one?” Clint scoffed, eyeing Steve.

“You are all old men!”  

Clint swatted Pietro around the ear making you and Steve laugh.  

“Respect your elders.”

“After yesterday, Bucky I’d say,” you noticed Steve smirking, “guess you heard about that then? Well tell him he got Pietro this time.”  

Pietro gaped at you ‘why did you tell them?!’ written all over his face. You just smiled and started walking away, giggling to yourself as you heard Steve and Clint start teasing him.  

You felt a little bad as you walked to your room, not enough to go back and rescue him though.  

“Holy crap!”

You shut the door behind you, breathing heavily as the little guinea pigs ran around your feet, squeaking for food and attention. The whole room was one big fluffy moving carpet. God they were cute but there were so many of them it was like the invasion of the guinea tribbles!  

You pulled out your phone and angrily dialed Bucky’s number. It rang and rang, he always took ages to answer. You picked up a particularly friendly guinea that was nibbling your toe and let him sit on your shoulder. He snuggled into your neck tickling you.

“What the hell Bucky?!”  

“Y/n? What’s the matter?” Bucky sounded sleepy, “what’s that noise?”

“You know damn well!” The squeaking started to get louder, they must be very hungry. Where were you going to find food for a hundred guinea pigs?

“Are those…guinea pigs? how many of them are there?!” He was laughing now making you even angrier.

“Get your arse over here Barnes and get rid of them!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I haven’t pranked you since yesterday…”

“What am I supposed to do with them all?“  

“I don’t know, find a big carrot?!”  He started laughing again and you hung up on him.  

I hate you Barnes.  

You gently opened the door to try and get help, and food, failing to stop the guinea pigs escaping. How did Bucky even get so many? Their cute little bums wiggled as they made their way out of your room and investigated the corridor.

“Crap.” you whispered trying to round them all up. They were so wriggly. You managed to hold two in one arm, two on your shoulders and one on your head, yet there were still some on the loose, chewing everything.  

Wanda walked out of the common room with a big smile, cooing at a guinea pig she had caught.  

“Is this yours?” She burst out laughing when she saw your predicament and helped you round them up. Soon Tony and the other’s joined in, starting a competition who could round up the most.  

“Why are guinea pigs running wild in my tower y/n?” Tony asked putting yet another guinea pig back into your room.

“Blame your halloween game… and Bucky.” You shrugged and he laughed.

“Have to admit it is original.”  

“And cute.”  Wanda said, still holding one of the guinea pigs as it chewed on her long brown hair.

“Hey that cost ten thousand dollars!” Tony scooped up a rogue guinea pig that was happily chewing on his sideboard.  

“I think that’s all of them.”  

“Jarvis will arrange to return them, luckily the culprit sourced them responsibly.” Tony said sarcastically.

“Not heavy or anything, no need to help.”  

Sam heaved a huge crate of vegetables and pellets into the hallway. You thanked him and grabbed some lettuce and pellets.

“Anyone want to help feed them?” They all shook their heads.  

Being careful you stepped inside. The little guinea pigs immediately mugged you crawling up your legs causing you to fall over. They crawled all over you squeaking, it was the weirdest sensation.  

“I am the guinea queen!”  

Your muffled voice shouted out from the sea of fur. You could just about hear the avengers laughing at you, not helping, just laughing and taking pictures - typical.  


When the madness had died down and they finally got tired of teasing you the avengers drifted off to bed until it was just you and Pietro left in the common room. You both sat in comfortable silence for a while, only half watching the old zombie movie on the television.  

Your eyes drifted to Pietro as he sat sprawled out on the sofa. His silver hair appeared to glow in the flickering light, highlighting his features and making his blue eyes even brighter. You watched his chest rise and fall for a few moments. He yawned loudly and shifted so he was sat looking at you with an amused expression. He had definitely caught you staring. Oops.

“Want to stay in my room tonight?”  

He scooted over to you, draping an arm over your shoulder and looking you over. You blushed under his gaze, wishing it was more than just him flirting.  

“I don’t think so, you snore.” You nudged him away, sticking our tongue out at him. He returned the gesture and leaned back against the sofa, putting his feet up on the table.  

“It will be more comfortable than the sofa, you can have my bed.”  

“You haven’t heard your snoring.”  

He sighed and shrugged, giving up. You hated being so nervous around him always resorting to jokes to cover up how you really felt. He probably thought you were an idiot.  

“Fine printesa, don’t get into any more trouble before morning, ok?“  

Pietro zoomed off, returning a second later to throw a duvet and pillows at you. He must be feeling a little sorry for you. God knows what state your room would be in by the time all the guineas were relocated. He sat down again purposely leaning on you.  

“Don’t worry, Bucky’s probably somewhere plotting his next act of torture.”

“Stark’s party is tomorrow? There can’t be many more pranks.”  

“I suppose not.”

He leaned down and kissed your cheek, shocking you as his lips lingered a moment and he placed his hand on your leg squeezing it gently. Your cheek tingled and you gazed at him curiously. This was so out of character, even though you always flirted he was never so affectionate. His eyes never left yours, searching them, waiting for your reaction.  

Your heart was pounding, it screamed at you to grab him and kiss him, while your head stopped you. Against all your instincts you broke his gaze. He pulled away from you, taking his hand off your leg. Pietro tried to hide it, but you could see the rejection and hurt in his eyes.  

You were an idiot. A complete and utter idiot.  

Pietro stood up, forcing a smile. You looked at each other awkwardly for a moment until he broke the silence by making a joke. Something you usually did.

“Sweet dreams, queen of the pigs.”

You threw one of the pillows at him, cursing. He ran for the door pretending to be offended.

“Rethink that one, Pietro.“    

“No, that is the correct term.” He teased and you launched another pillow at him.

“Sod off.”  

“You know if you change your mind, or get scared…”  he motioned to the various severed heads, cobwebs and pumpkins decorating the room. You pulled the duvet over yourself and gave him a warm smile.  

“Night Pietro.”  

He slowly walked to the door, pausing before turning back to you. His expression softened a little and he looked at you with such adoration it took your breath away.

"Dormi bine.”

You can cry on my shoulder (Sebastian x Reader)

I really planned on writing more Bucky this weekend, but then I started writing this little thing and it sort of took over.

Also, yes, I caved and started writing Reader insert which is new for me, I blame all the Seb fics I’ve read, for some reason this one sounded best in second person.
Just don’t expect me to ever use Y/N in any of my fics, that’s a step I’m not willing to take ;)

Story: After a break up with your boyfriend you meet your friend Sebastian in the bar and he comforts you.

(I seem to have a huge weakness for comforting Seb, sue me)

This will be two parts, part 1 is mostly fluff, part 2 will be smutty.


You can cry on my shoulder

It was your regular spot on a Friday night, Bryon’s Bar with a couple of friends, the ones who were in town. Since most of them worked in the entertainment and movie industry and were often out of the country there weren’t many nights when the whole gang was there all together.

But you could always count on meeting at least 2 or 3 friends there to drink away the week. On this particular night it was just the one friend though.

You sighed when you watched him sitting alone at the bar, staring into his beer.


You made your way over and knew instantly by the way he looked at you that he was aware of what happened today.

‘I am so…so sorry,’ he spoke softly and stood up to greet you but you stepped right past him and took a seat.

‘Don’t you dare feel sorry for me, Seb. I didn’t come here for that.’

‘I didn’t mean it like that,’ he stuttered,’ I meant…I’m sorry, is there anything I can do to help?’

‘Yes, you can order me a drink.’

‘The usual?’

‘I think I’m going to need something stronger today.’

For the first time since you walked in you dared to look up at him, immediately regretting it when you watched the sad sympathetic eyes staring back at you.

‘So everybody knows, huh?’ you sighed.

‘Yep,’ he admitted while he sat down on the stool next to you.

‘And you’re the unlucky one that has to come comfort me tonight, what happened? Did you draw the short straw?’

‘Lynn had an audition and Marc just left for Atlanta, they’d all be here for you if they could, you know that.’

‘I know, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to imply…I’m not in a good mood at all tonight. Maybe we should just skip this, you have better things to do on a Friday night, don’t you?’

He shook his head in a little smile,’ sadly enough I really don’t. You’re stuck with me, sorry.’

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If Walls Could Talk

Part 4: No More Nurses.

Summary: Nicole’s mission to set Jensen up fails over and over, and even their friendship is threatened. 

Word Count: 2305

Pairing: Jensen x Nicole

Warnings: None?

A/N: This is my entry for my own YouAU Challenge! It will be five parts total, and I’m having way too much fun writing this. Yet, here we are. Enjoy!


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Practice Makes Perfect

Summary: Dan was practicing how to tell Phil he loves him, and Phil overhears. Based on this prompt.

Genre: FLUFF x1000000

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: I’ve been in a writing mood lately so this happened. And one of these days I think I’m going to suffocate from the amount of fluff I’ve written.

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Svtfoe Friendenemies Thoughts/Recap

{{Please watch the episode when it airs new on Disney XD in your timezone}}

Back at it again with Marco trying to buy some tickets to an 8 hour marathon of his favorite actor’s movies. Disney XD shows sure do always have the sold out concert/ticketed event episode (Svtfoe, phineas & Ferb, Gravity Falls), not that I mind, just pointing it out.

Hey Marco~ Can I get your help with something?

Star, baby doll, how did you do that to yourself. Oooo~h I gotcha! Starco Trash Brain says that you were tangling yourself up so Mr. Diaz here could untangle you……I’m done. She probably genuinely got herself tangled in them, but what was she doing with them in the first place? Unlike how I originally thought, it wasn’t decorating, but we never really get any form of explanation.

So, Mackie Hand’s name, punny as it is, is probably a reference to Jackie Chan

However the mention of how he died could be a reference to Brandon Lee, martial artist, actor and son of Bruce Lee, who passed unfortunately do to a tragic failed stunt while filming a movie.

Marco describes Mackie Hand very similarly to how Star worshiped Mina Loveberry

Anyway poor Marco, of course the tickets to a popular event would be sold out on the day OF the event. 

Don’t worry, I’m sure there’s still a chance you could get a ticket.

Good things don’t happen to me.”

*scoffs* Ahem, A LOT of good things happen to you. Is that a challenge, Mr. Diaz because look who came a-fire burning on the dance floor to put a stop to them fighting words. Tom, how are you not melting that ice cream, bro? 

Nice of you to pop in, you don’t even knock? Star knocked. 

Thanks to the recent online promo and synopsis from way back when, we already know Tombone here ain’t back from Daisyland and wanting to hang out with Miss Butterfly. The honor goes to Marco, who was bewildered by the very idea- what, no every time I see you you threaten my life with fire and stuff mentality- until Demon Boy flashed his pearly fangs and tickets to the only thing that will make happy at the moment.

Tom, don’t be flashy

Star starts to chew her way out of her light restraints, while Tom apologizes for every temper tantrum he’s had thus far and promises to be good, Marco detects a whiff of bullpucky and asks Star what his angle is. Star says he’s trying the “Bury the hammer”  [hatchet] and suggests he go with him. Good on you Star, rational thinking. I like it. The final deciding factor is that Tom decided to throw sparkly pixie dust on the tickets to make them extra tempting and Marco falls for it: Hook, line, and sinker. 

I hope they untied Star before they left because that is the last we see of her for the rest of both episodes. Bye Star.

Entering TOMCO Territory, are you ready?

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turtletotem  asked:

Charles Xavier, millionnaire playboy, center of a Bachelor-type reality show where women compete for his affection (and money). Erik Lehnsherr, that invisible creature whose presence in a reality show is crucial, but whose existence can never be acknowledged: the cameraman.

small disclaimer: I’ve never watched The Bachelor or anything in my life haha


The camera pans up slowly. Carefully. Intimate detail is paid to pressed black slacks, fitting neatly over long legs and strong, solid thighs that taper up to a trim, fit waist. The dinner jacket is tailored flawlessly, silky material gleaming in the set lights and accenting broad but contained shoulders, highlighting a toned, compact body that would fit perfectly against—

“Lehnsherr,” the executive producer Sebastian Shaw hisses from somewhere behind him, “the viewers would like to see the girls sometime today.”

Erik holds in a sigh, even though none of the mics are near enough to pick up on any noise he might make. Still, he finishes his shot, panning all the way up to Charles Xavier’s face, which needs no help at all from the makeup department to be absolutely stunning, with bright blue eyes like sunlight dancing across water, and sinfully red lips, redder even than the tray of four perfect roses that he holds with both hands. Erik wishes they hadn’t dusted over the galaxy-splay of freckles on his cheeks and nose.

Charles glances over at him out of the corner of his eye, a brief flicker that the viewers at home probably won’t even notice, and winks at him.

Pretending not to notice either, Erik shifts the camera smoothly over to the line of four women who stand waiting for Charles’ decision, and wills himself not to care.

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This post is inspired by @irlstudying and the #studyblrs get real tag thought up by @universi-tea and @piratestudy. Warning: it’s long and personal and rambling, but it’s definitely getting real.

I came from a poor, abusive family and moved around a lot, doing poorly in high school because of that and intense emotional issues. I had no motivation to do anything. I often couldn’t get out of bed, and was deemed horribly, horribly lazy. I still dreamed of college, to be perfectly honest. On standardized and college-prep tests, I always scored in the top percentiles and had the highest score in the school at some point. It felt good to have the superintendent call my parents to tell me I scored higher than his kid. I was proud of my (perceived) intelligence, and extremely ashamed of my complete lack of caring and effort academically. I didn’t do any homework, as well meaning teachers kept approving classes for me despite my terrible grades. Obviously this caused some feelings of not quite knowing who I was or what was expected of me. I had strange feelings about academic life. I knew I wanted it, but wasn’t sure it fit my personality type. 

I started community college living with my grandmother, and everything was going fantastically. College gave me a reason to care. I was engaging with professors, I had a 15-20 hour a week job on campus, and despite my depression I was functioning. I ended up moving back in with my drug addicted (seriously you can’t imagine the amount of drugs) parents, and everything took a turn for the worse. Despite school only being around a 10-15 minute drive, my parents would refuse to drive me for under however much money they needed for drugs or cigarettes at the time, often $12-$24 each trip. I had to buy my own food, and sometimes food for my little brother. I would be screamed at daily and be taken to the bank to get money for them screaming that I didn’t have any. They’d take my card and got my PIN under threats of homelessness. They took from my secret savings account and forced me to work the maximum hours at work that I could, 29. Often I worked more but wasn’t allowed to claim the hours and had to give them to a coworker. Eventually they refused to drive me to school unless it was a work day. I failed every class but one that was always on a work day. I got a 98% in that class (and made lifelong friends, but that’s another story). Going to college had meant so incredibly much to me. I was absolutely crushed. I’d missed exams and classes. My house got so abusive I nearly went to a homeless shelter, but my boyfriend’s parents extremely generously took me in. 

I was still very unhappy, but things were stabilizing.Eventually, I started to feel pretty damn good. I moved to Columbus with my boyfriend and enrolled at the local community college there. I took 17 credit hours. Things, again, went well at first. I consistently got good grades in all my courses. I took every compliment on my assignments to heart; they made me work even harder. I joined clubs and became an officer of the school’s STEM Association, organizing talks with my fellow officers. I did volunteer work out the ass. And then I crashed, and it took two Redbulls just to get me out of bed, and another two to go to my classes. I pulled all nighters where I did nothing but cry, work still unfinished. My Latin professor would tell me to just close my eyes and listen in class. I was a disaster, and I failed all my classes, this time all my own fault. 

What I learned shortly after after seeing a psychiatrist was that I have bipolar disorder. Not the sexy kind you see in films, or the murdery kind you see on Law and Order. I have the real kind, where you get cocky and do too much stuff and then fall into a pit of despair you can’t dig yourself out of. The kind where you take Nyquil every time you wake up because it’s easier to just be asleep. The kind where you really, really suck at school. 

It’s a year since then. I’m finally fairly stable due to medication, and working with my therapist to become completely stable, and then work on my anxiety. I’m getting started in therapy. It has not been easy. There have been bad side effects from some of the medicine I’ve tried, and I know it would have adversely affected my schoolwork. I’m glad I took time off to heal. 

I can honestly say I’m pretty happy now. Not in a manic way, but in the much more real way when you’ve let yourself move on from past abuse and regret. I won’t pretend I don’t still get negative thoughts sometimes, but now I try to focus on what I can do to make my life my own. “Do something pretty while you can” has become my anthem. 

I’m enrolled with a reasonable course load for this autumn. I know it seems doubtful given my history, but I honestly think this year will be different. I know to avoid overly stressing myself out if I want to do well. I know to recognize mood swings and to seek help if I notice them springing on. I’ve learned the study habits I never learned in high school. I’m prepared this year. 

Even if you really, really mess up, it’s possible to bounce back as long as you take things at your own pace. You can retake a failed class to improve your GPA. You can dig yourself out of almost everything if you’re determined enough. The important thing is that you put yourself first and do what’s best for you. It’s too difficult to get an education if you’re not comfortable just living. 

[Fic][Request] Fooled

Thank you so much for loving my fics! And thank you for the prompt!

Lol, that prank made me feel so bad for Jungkook. Not sure if I can pull this off to your liking, but I will do what I can. :3

Title: Fooled
Word Count: 1644
Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort
Summary: It’s hard to tell whether the mission was a success or failure.

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Snapchat - Sam Wilkinson

[A/N: hope you had a lovely day, mine was horrible. You can request imagines if you want or talk to me if you want, or ask me advices, I’m nice hahah^^]


‘you’re so pretty i swear’ the guy texted me through snapchat.

‘You’re weird. Who are you?’ I texted back and I deleted all the pictures I had on “My Story” feeling a bit ashamed. I used to post a lot of shit on snapchat, not thinking someone would pay attention to it. It wasn’t the main idea.

‘you deleted! L i’m sad baby’ he texted me. ‘a friend of yours gave me ur snap telling me you needed new friends, but you’re so pretty i don’t wanna be ur friend, i wanna kiss ur neck’ he texted again.

That text could have scared me, but it made me smile since he was quoting The 1975 lyrics. ‘Who are you?’

‘my  name’s sam, babygirl’ so this guy’s name was Sam, at least I knew something. ‘and how’s your day, babygirl?’

‘My name is Y/N, not baby girl.’ I replied. He then sent me a picture of him pouting and damn, he was hot. He wasn’t wearing a t-shirt and I could see a bit of his body. Then he sent me another one, focusing on his face. ‘i know, but ur my baby now’ he replied.

‘How do you know about The 1975?’ I asked then.

‘wait, do u know them?’ he asked.

‘Of course, they’re my favourite band. They’re coming to my city next month but I don’t have tickets and they’re sold out.’ I texted back.

‘wait, wait, wait… ur fav band? Where have u been all my life?

I giggled. ‘I’m not really into Rihanna though, but nice.’

‘at least tell me im making u smile’ he said. ‘Yes, you are. Now tell me, how does it come you have my snapchat?’

‘i already told ya babe, a friend of urs told me u needed new friends, but ur so pretty i don’t wanna be ur friend, u know the rest’ I smiled once again. He was nice, at least. ‘Mhm, I really gotta go, Sam. It has been nice talking to you’ ‘does this mean ur gonna delete me?’ ‘No, at least not for now.’ I replied and I left my phone on the top of my bed.

I kind of didn’t want to talk to him because I thought it was weird to someone I didn’t know, and he still told me I was pretty which made me smile. I guess everyone loves being complimented and I was a person who needed sometimes. And I needed that right now. “Hey, I was talking to you!” my best friend yelled at me laughing. “Yeah, sorry. a guy was talking to me through snapchat and I don’t know who he is” “It may be Sam, I gave him today your snapchat” she giggled. “Y/F/N!! You are not supposed to do that!” “I must tell you he is hot, I thought you’d like him.” I blushed and she winked at me. “I know you so well, damn. So you liked him?”

“What, no? I just thought he was hot and sexy, that’s all” I groaned but I giggled then. “Derek’s throwing a party tonight. Please, tell me you’re coming” she begged. “I kind of got mad at him last night so I want to go to his party but now by myself. You know what I mean?”

I nodded. “We could go, what time are we meeting?” She shrugged at my words. “I’m not leaving, lend me your clothes and your make up and-“ “I get it, you can stay and have dinner here for sure” I giggled.

When I went back to my room and grabbed my phone, I had almost 20 snapchats from Sam. It was weird, but I didn’t care after all. I mean, he was handsome and he was flirting with me which was something I could totally cope with.

‘hey babygirl u there?’

‘i know you’ve seen them’

‘this is why i love snapchat’

‘talk 2 me’

I giggled and responded. ‘Hey, sorry. I’ve just seen them.’

‘send me a pic’ he said. ‘No way.’ I replied. ‘it kind of turns me on the fact how you spell, like your grammar is perfect. U must be perfect aswell’ I blushed at his words. ‘I’ll leave the phone again.’ I told him. ‘don’t, i swear im nice’ he said and afterwards sent me a picture of him. ‘Yes, sorry but I have to get ready for tonight.’ I replied and ended up sending him a selfie. ‘thanks babygirl, my day just fot better now’

It took a moment for me to realise what had just happened. ‘You just didn’t screenshoot that!’

‘sorry baby, you looked so good’ he replied. ‘Well, good. I’m not sending you any more pictures, ever.’

‘cmon baby im so sorry’ I didn’t reply, I left my phone again and I started to get ready for the party with my best friend. So I decided to wear a crop top and a skirt, I thought I looked really good, so I put on my makeup and we eventually left.

Derek’s house was crowded, I was starting to think that the whole city was in there. I looked  at my phone, noticing that I had at least 10 snapchats from Sam but I didn’t open them and I grabbed a drink.  

Y/F/N was nowhere to be seen and I was really feeling myself so I started to dance while I was drinking, guys would approach me and I would talk to some of them but whenever they tried to touch me I would mostly  turn their offer down. I wasn’t there expecting to hook up with anyone, I was the kind of girl who did ‘one night stands’ since I knew me and I knew I would get hurt, falling for a guy’s charms was my thing. And I learned to turn fuck boys down before I  could fall for them.

I tried to go out of the house to get a bit of fresh air, since it was so crowded and I couldn’t barely breath but I jumped to someone whilst I was trying it. “Sorry” I mumbled. “It’s fine, you ok?” When I looked up, my jaw dropped. I nodded, and he smiled. “Whoa, I can’t believe this” he was still smiling. “Where were you going? Don’t tell me you’re going home, baby girl” “I just need a bit of fresh air” I told Sam, he was so good looking. I thought he was hot when I saw his pictures but I would have never thought he was going to be this handsome when I saw him face to face.

He grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the house, we started to wander around. “So how come you were in this party, baby girl?” “I told you not to call me baby girl” I said firmly but I failed since a smile escaped my lips. “I bet you like it” he chuckled. “Anyways, are you gonna answer me?” “Yeah, my bestfriend’s Derek’s girlfiend” I responded and shrugged, Sam stopped walking. “Wait, so Y/F/N is your best friend? Does that mean you are Y/N Y/L/N?”

I shrugged and nodded looking at him, he had stopped walking and I realised his hand was still on mine. “Dude, do you know I have had a crush on you for so damn long?” “How does that come?” I asked raising an eyebrow. “I hadn’t even seen any of your pictures but every time Y/F/N would talk about her ‘best friend’ she would always make you  look like you were amazing, but she said you did never want to meet us so I thought-“

“Yes, she told me Derek’s friends were all players, and I’m sick and tired of that” I said without looking at him. We sat on the floor, not too far away from Derek’s house because we could still hear the music. “You’re so beautiful. I meant it when I told you on snapchat, but now I can’t help it and think you’re stunning. You’re-“

“I get what you’re saying, you’re not that bad yourself” I told him and he smiled. After that, we started to talk about a lot of different things and he ended up walking me home. He kissed my cheek like a gentleman and told me he couldn’t wait to see me again.

That night I couldn’t sleep, all I could think about was about Sam. Our talks, he told me he became a fuckboy for no reason. He hadn’t met a girl who made him feel different and I told him about my ex boyfriend who cheated on my countless times. I became so insecure after that, but Sam made me feel better about it. We started to talk about things we liked, like music and films and soon he told me he was going to take me to the cinema.

And he did a week later, he took me to watch ‘The Avangers’. He wouldn’t stop trying to chat with me during the film, so I had to put my hand on his mouth so he would just shut up and then he took me out to have dinner. He was such a great guy, we would always text each other through snapchat because that was how we met.

Until a day I went to Derek’s to meet the guys, just because I wanted to see Sam. I kind of liked him a lot but I didn’t want him to know, at  least not by that time. Anyways, things turned that Sam was seeing a girl and I was so jealous about it, especially because he had brought her to his friend’s house, which meant they were serious.

“Hey, you good?” Nate asked me, he was really handsome. “Yeah, thanks.” “You look a bit upset, honey. Sure you ok?” I sighed. “What happens?”

“Nothing really, I think I should go home. Not really feeling it, I guess” Nate shrugged but said nothing. “I thought Sam asked you out” Nate said. I turned around. “Well, he didn’t” Nate chuckled then. “He doesn’t have a pair of balls to tell you how much he likes you and he plays it cool, but he really does like you” Nate said. “No, he doesn’t. He likes her. However, I’m leaving. Can you tell Y/F/N I wasn’t feeling very well?”

Nate nodded. “I will, Y/N. If you need anything, just call me.”

“Thanks” I called and I left. I went home and tried to get some sleep, I was tired and that day wasn’t helping. I got in bed and started to watch ‘Castle’ to cheer myself up, but Sam wouldn’t stop sending me pictures on snapchat. I opened them but I didn’t see them. Five minutes later he was calling. “What do you want?”

“I want to talk to you, can we meet?”

“It’s 2am, Sam. I’m in bed, not now” I told him a bit annoyed. “I’m outside, baby girl. Let me in.”

“Why would I?”

“Because I love you” he said and I know he meant it as in friend terms, I chuckled. “That’s not a valid reason. I’m sad today, not in the mood to see a single person” I commented, I wanted to tell him to go and fuck that girl but we were friends and I appreciated him. “Baby girl, I swear you won’t regret it.”

I made my way downstairs to open the door for Sam, he was standing there with a big smile but his expression went sad and his smile faded. “Hey, have you been crying?”  

“No. So, what’s the big thing?”

“Baby girl-“

“Don’t call me that Sam.”

“Y/N, what’s the fucking matter with you?”

“What’s the matter with me? Well, thanks for asking. If you haven’t noticed yet, I think I fell in love with you and you act like you don’t see it and you bring that girl around but then you still come here and try to show me you’re the best guy I have ever met. So, what’s the matter with YOU, Sam? Because I’m fine.”

He didn’t say a thing, I crossed my arms on my chest waiting until I was done. “Good night, Sam.”

I didn’t see Sam after that, I made my way to work every day and I tried to not think about him but that was beyond impossible. I was madly in love with Sam and I guess Nate wasn’t right when he told me Sam liked me as well, but I had to risk it.

“Hey, Y/N” my best friend called me. “I know lately you’re not in a good mood, but I’ve got someone who has to tell you something.”

“If it’s Sam, I don’t want to see him” I mumbled. “Oh, c’mon. Let him explain himself, if I weren’t dating Derek, I would reconsider Sam after hearing all what he told me.”

“What did he tell you?” I asked. “Well, he has like a speech ready for you and he practised with me” she chuckled. He’s waiting downstairs. “Tell him I’m dead or not in town” I said but the door opened.

“You’re not dead and you’re in town, so I need to get this off of my chest” Sam said. Y/F/N chuckled and excused herself saying she had to meet Derek. “I miss you” he stated, I didn’t say a thing. “And I know you won’t believe me, but I’m in love with you too. I’m so in love with you but I didn’t know how to act when you said that. I wanted to make things special to you. The girl you met was a friend of mine, she was helping me to make you jealous. After all what you told me about your past relationship… I do not want you to think I would do that, but that day you caught me off of guards. Sorry, I’m really sorry. I haven’t talked to you because I left for a few days-“

“If by days you mean weeks” I mumbled and he chuckled. “Let me finish.”

“I knew I fucked up but I still wanted to make things special with you, so I went to New York and tried to talk to this important man who runs a business in the music industry to get you tickets for The 1975, but he didn’t want to listen to me. So after days trying, I left but then I reminded they were playing in New York, so I stayed-“

“Did you go to the show?” I asked, he shook his head. “No, let me finish baby. I waited for them outside the venue and I saw them when they were about to leave, so I approached them and tried to be nice… Talked to them for a bit and explained I didn’t have tickets for their show.”

“Same here” I commented, he smiled a bit. “I may or may not have a solution to that. But wait, he asked me where was I from and I told him I was from Nebraska and that my not-yet-girlfriend and I really did want to go to their concert. We kept it cool for a bit, I recorded a video for you” I smiled at him before hugging him, then he handed me his phone.

I grabbed it and when I was about to play the video, I looked up “Did you mean it when you said ‘not-yet-girlfriend’?” “I thought you hadn’t noticed it” he smiled shyly. “I did.” “Well, I meant it and I still do” I nodded and played the video while one of my hands grabbed his and intertwined our fingers. He started to caress my hand.

‘So, hello Y/N we have here this guy who’s madly in love with you and we were talking you know. He asked me to make this video saying ‘hi’, so hi babe. But I got a better idea, what about you guys coming to backstage the day of our show? This way I’m sure you’ll get the girl!” Matty said. George was behind him waving and showing backstage tickets. ‘Damn, this is serious?’ Sam asked, his voice was so surprised. ‘Yeah, you guys better be dating then! Good luck!’ I replayed it, but Sam stopped the video, took his phone away to replace it by the backstage tickets.

I looked up. “I would love to go with you, but I would understand if you don’t want me to go” he said. “Well, I already have a person to go with. My boyfriend.” Sam’ face dropped. “Thanks, Sam, for the tickets. I’m sure he’ll love it” I said, I really wanted to laugh. “Oh… Yeah, enjoy it. I better go now” he said.

I waited for him to get up and leave, and when he was on the door frame I called him, grabbed his hand and kissed him on the lips. He leaned on even more to make the kiss deeper and moved his hands all over my body. “You’re the only person I would ever want to go with” I said.  “What about that boyfriend?” he asked confused. I smirked. “Well, he is not-yet-my-boyfriend, but he will soon.”

“Oh” he said then, smirking and wrapping his arms around my waist. “Imma steal his place.” He grabbed his phone and typed something. My phone buzzed, it was a snapchat from Sam, I smiled at him before opening it.

His hands cupped my face and he leaned in to kiss me slowly and rough. I licked my lips when we pulled apart and I opened the snapchat

‘this is only the begging, babygirl

Starring Role - Part 1

Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~1,600

Summary: The reader is guest starring on Criminal Minds as Spencer Reid’s love interest, but she’s hoping to acquire a more permanent role. When she and Matthew Gray Gubler have to shoot a sexy seduction scene, sparks fly. Will they remain just friends, or will their kiss catapult their relationship to the next level?

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WicDiv Playlist: The Seventh Seal

Last night, I made an attempt to write the back essay for the first issue of The Wicked + the Divine. Just one of my usual short thousand-word essays saying hello and generally showing people around our new place. Afterwards, I looked back what I’d hammered out, and discovered it was perhaps the grimmest, most depressing thousand words I’ve ever written.

I tried again this morning and got something else. The Wicked + the Divine is a pop song, and while all that material is in there, it’s not what you should be walking away from the first issue with. It’s a book about death, sure, but it’s also about life, and the dynamic tension herein.

I’ll probably lob the essay online or into a collection at some point, but not yet. It’s certainly a wonderful document of the headspace of a certain Kieron Gillen the night before the issue gets the final rivets hammered into place.

(We think the issue’s strong, btw. We’re really happy with it. I think it’s probably the best first issue the team has ever done. For all the frenzy beneath the surface, it’s got a confidence to its movements which speaks to a basic level of competence we haven’t always had. Fraction’s read it and dug it, so that’s something, y’know?)

Anyway – one good thing which came out of the essay was me making an off-handed Seventh Seal gag, which reminded me that Scott Walker’s The Seventh Seal wasn’t actually on the playlist.

I sorted that out. I sorted it hard.

“My life’s a vain pursuit of meaningless smiles
Why can’t God touch me with a sign?”
“Perhaps there’s no one there?“ answered the booth
And Death hid within his cloak and smiled

Scott 4 was my first Scott Walker album. To link to the last essay, it’s one of the ones which I played on my headphones in the mag office. Not out of embarrassment – but out of the complete distaste of the rest of the office for it. I hid beneath the ‘phones and glowered in the melodrama.

I had never actually seen Bergman’s The Seventh Seal at this point. I knew the song was about it, but I didn’t actually know how about it was. Walker’s The Seventh Seal isn’t just about it. It’s basically a synopsis of the film. It’s a review. It’s criticism. It’s re-enactment. It’s magical.

I find it hard to connect to how I heard the song then. Now I listen, and individual lines conjure the specific frame. That’s partially because the images are so powerful, and partially because Walker is so good at choosing the exact moment.

(Have you seen the Seventh Seal? Do so. It’s powerful, sure. It’ll haunt you, sure. But it’s also fucking hilarious. It moves from mood to mood so confidently, it can take you anywhere. Don’t get trapped on a piece of art’s reputation. There’s a reason why people love it. I love it as a pop song. I love it when it’s a pop song.)

The Seventh Seal is about death and the fight against it, that metaphorical awesome-in-Bill-and-ted dancing. I’ve certainly had times I’ve felt like the Knight. There’s certainly been times I’ve liked to think of myself as the Knight. But there’s been just as many when I’ve felt tied to the stake.

The Seventh Seal would be on the playlist just through its quality and topic. But there’s a personal connection. It’s intrinsically connected to the closest I ever came to dying.

I can’t be sure of that, of course. There’s near deaths you’ll never know about – but certainly when I came out the back end of this period, I looked back and realised I was probably within hours of not being around.

The short version of the story means me being rushed into hospital with the worst pain of my life in my stomach. They check for an appendicitis. It’s not appendicitis. I spend a week in hospital, with flashes of pain and my guts failing, as they try to work out what the fuck is wrong with me. They come to me on Friday morning, and tell me that they want to open me up and root around. My vitals are going crazy. They think that they’re going to have to remove a section of my guts, due to possible scarring, which may leave me on a Colostomy bag, possibly permamently.

This is a lot to drop on a 25 year old. As they wheeled me to the theatre, I was doing my math on whether it’d be possible to do the sort of dancing I did with a bag of me-waste attached to me. My last memory before I disappeared beneath the drugs was the surgeon, who’d discovered I was a games journo, telling me how much he enjoyed Theme Hospital.

This didn’t exactly put me at ease.

When I regained consciousness an excited surgeon came in, clearly relieved.

It was just my appendix after all!

My mutant power is that apparently my organs are all kind of messed up. The standard test for the appendix is pressing down on one side. My appendix is on the other. Well, was on the other. Now it’s in a medical waste dump. It takes a few weeks of recovery for me to realise that I’d had an organ that could have just killed me if it ruptured pulsing inside me. Was that close? It feels close. 

It affected my health. My guts have never quite been the same, though the drinking of the EVIL KIERON period afterwards probably contributed to that. I also have a pretty neat scar, from navel to cock, which was held closed with a bunch of staples which was pretty fucking metal.

When I was recovering, and in that first week of organ-ticking, I didn’t have any music. At all.

The only song I heard was the one I sang, when I first was able to walk to a shower by myself afterwards. I’m weak as fuck, but I’m standing in the shower, bawling Kevin Rowland’s cover of CONCRETE AND CLAY at the top of my voice, bawling my fucking eyes out.

Eventually, my editor – who honestly believed he’d killed me, as he’d asked me to edit the magazine for a few weeks the night before my organs went FUCK NO! - grabbed a CD player and the stack of CDs by my shared-house bed.

I immediately jump on them. I grab Scott 4, and press play.

I listen.

Within thirty seconds, I can’t listen. I have to pull the headphones off my head, in a shuddering weeping mess.

I just can’t bear it.

It’s just too strong, too powerful. Obviously the theme didn’t help, but it was more than that. An addict gone cold turkey, this was just too cripplingly intense for me. The idea that anything as beautiful as this could exist in our world, was beyond my ability to comprehend or process. It felt like an angel was in the room, trying to explain things to me, and all I could do is cry and mutely flap my mouth at this out of context miracle.

I tried again after a while, and gave up. I had a similar experience to the Flaming Lips later. In the end, I started to listen to songs that I didn’t like quite as much, and worked myself back into the power of music again.

When I finally left the hospital, scary thin, and being driven back to my home-town, I found myself thinking something very pure and clear: I Feel Indestructible.

I’m still not really sure what I meant.

“How could anyone leave a world that makes things as wonderful as this?“ said a particularly beautiful boy.

Always missing the obvious answer, our Noh-Varr.