i had seen both films before and knew it was a terrible idea

P.S. I Love You- A Sirius Black Imagine

A/N: I know, I know, two imagines in one night? Anyways, this is a little something that I decided to work on and post tonight in dedication to @goblackhatwithme . I hope you enjoy it, Renee! There are probably many mistakes in this so I am sorry but I wanted to get this posted tonight. This also has nothing to do with the film “P.S. I Love You,” but I thought it was a cute title. Hope you all enjoy!

Originally posted by nellaey

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon. You were in the boys’ dormitory, lounging on Sirius’ bed and waiting for him to get out of the shower. You sighed in slight annoyance as you knew it was going to be a while. He was always so keen on using the “finest muggle products for his precious hair” and cursed Lily and yourself for showing them to him in the first place.

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i don’t shoot polaroid (byeler)


jonathan and nancy find will’s amatuer art project that tells them something a bit more about his friendship with mike


Nancy was sitting at the Byers’s kitchen table, drumming her fingers against the wooden surface and waiting for Jonathan to come out of his room. She had been instructed to sit and wait there, a surprise wouldn’t be a surprise if Nancy saw it in his room before he gave it to her; she had helped him fix the clattering in his car engine earlier that day and he had apparently gotten something to say thank you. As she sat, passing the time by studying her fingernails, she noticed there was still oil on her hands. Her mother would start on her “ladylike” speech again if she came home with oil and dirt on her clothes.

Nancy stood and walked to the bathroom, immediately running the water and trying to scrub the black residue off her hands. Nancy didn’t want to look anywhere but her own face in the mirror, not wanting to seem like she was prying, but her eyes found interest in the clutter on the sink. Half empty soap bottles, hair products no one used, and a cup of combs. Nancy reached for the towel beside the sink, but accidentally caught the combs and pushed it into the wastebasket on the floor. She crouched down to grab the cup, but found something strange under it, wrapped in tissues.

“Jonathan?” Nancy called, pulling it up from the trash. “Why is there empty camera equipment in your bathroom trash?”

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The Horrible Boyfriend

Summary: Sebastian, your best friend, loves you. Like, he loves you a lot. But there’s just one thing in his way; an asshole of a boyfriend

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 2278

Warnings: swearing and some of my more nastier insults so I’m sorry if I offend anyone (he is meant to be a horrible boyfriend)

A/N: Oooh, I really do like this one, it was pretty cool to write. Thank you to @theimpossibleg1rl for requesting this awesome idea! 

Requests are open | Masterlist

Originally posted by ohh-bloodyhell

The doorbell rings right as you’re taking a bite of your leftover pizza. With an exaggerated groan, you dump the remaining slice to the box. “Coming!” You holler through the apartment, fixing your pyjamas before opening the front door.

“Surprise!” Sebastian Stan grinned, holding out his arms. Your face goes from confused to excited within a second and you’re launching yourself into Sebastian’s arms.

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Kiss me before i fucking lose my mind!- Colby Brock imagine!

Colby Brock imagineKISS ME BEFORE I FUCKING LOSE MY MIND!

Summary; Y/N has been in love with Colby for years, everyone can see it but she never saw that Colby felt the same.

No Smut this time.

I got this idea from Charlie Puth’s song- kiss me before I fucking lose my mind! Everyone should give it a listen!

Word count;1,900

Y'N’S POV

I’ve known Colby ever since we were kids.

We grew up in Kanas as next door neighbours, of course we didn’t start of being friends.  

We disliked one another until I was being bullied one day at school and Colby stood up for me, ever since then we’ve been friends

My feelings never began to grow until 3 years ago.

When he moved to LA with Sam.  

I still was living at home in Kanas and I was happy for him, excited even but then I was getting snapchats of him at party’s enjoying himself, arms around girls shoulders.  

I started to feel jealous, he’s never been that close to me with alcohol or no alcohol so that’s when I started to realise I liked him.  

It’s been 3 years later and now I’m in love with him, I don’t think I can live without him in my life.

I live in the house with the boys, the fans know this and of course I got hate at first but I stayed clear away from their filming so that the hate would stop.  

I have 2 brothers so I know what it’s like living with boys but not 5 boys at once.  

The house smells sometimes.  

It was just me and Colby home right now but he is busy editing.  

The other boys are out with their girlfriends and I don’t know where Aaron when he usually is home during the day.  

I was sitting in the living room watching tv when Colby walks in shirtless.  

“Hey, I’m going over to Shea’s to film a video do you want to come with? We can go and explore that haunted abandoned house after?” He said  

Oh great he’s hanging out with her again this week.  

I know they aren’t dating but they are very close more than he would be with me.

I gave him a small smile and said “No I have plans tonight, isn’t Scotty having a party tonight? I think I’m gonna go to that”  

I wasn’t really but I needed plans some how and I couldn’t think of anything else I could be doing  

“um okay, I’ll see you later then” Colby said unsurely then he ran upstairs probably to get ready.

Fuck why did I say that, now I’m gonna have to go to this party.  

I could have just spent the night with him but no I had to open my mouth.  

Fuck I’m stupid.

Colby’s Pov  

y/n was acting strange before I left, she usually loves to come and explore with me, it was also her idea to explore this haunted house.  

I just don’t understand.  

She never really goes to party’s and she doesn’t really drink so why is she wanting to go to Scotty’s party? There isn’t anything different than his normal party’s.  

I decided to ask Shea on what to do.  

My feelings for y/n keep growing and Shea keeps telling me I need to grow some balls and ask her out but I get so nervous every time.  

I just don’t know what to do anymore.  

There’s times when I think maybe she likes me too then there’s days like this she acts weird.  

“Hey Colby” Shea said as she let me into her apartment

She had everything set up for our video which I was glad about, I didn’t want to stay long because I wanted to catch y/n before this party.

“Hey” I said as I set my bag down and got out my camera, we were using my camera as hers broke and I’m fine about it all I need to do is send her the footage which I don’t mind about.

…  

we filmed a Q&A for her channel that will be her second video she is going to upload, she made her channel ages ago but she has struggled with making videos so I did offer to help her.  

Once we were done filming I was getting ready to go but she stopped me and asked  

“What’s wrong?” She asked  

I turned to look at her and she gave me her don’t talk crap look and I knew I had to tell her.

So I took a seat and told her about today.  

“you need to get your ass to that party and kiss her” Shea said seriously  

“it’s not that simple” I said  

There’s no way I would have the balls to do that.  

She got up from her seat and said  

“yes it is, you get up and get out of my house get over to yours get ready make sure self look hot and go get your girl”  

She actually lifted me up of her seat by the arm and she got me out of her house.  

I couldn’t help but laugh, I’m glad she’s my friend.  

But she is right, I need to do this.

Y/N’S POV

“why don’t you just tell him how you feel?” Kat said  

She was helping me get ready for this party Scotty was throwing, it was for no reason it’s just Scotty wanting a party I think.

Her and Sam weren’t going but she offered to do my makeup, I’m terrible at trying to do anything but put foundation and a little eyeliner one.  

“it’s not that simple Kat, how do I even know he likes me back?” I said as she continued to paint my face  

She stopped making me open my eyes letting the light strain my eyes a little

“are you stupid? Of course he feels the same! Do you know how hard it is to watch you’s both drool over one another?” She said  

There’s no way he feels the same way right?

“that’s lies” I said  

Kat wasn’t having it.  

It got to 9 o'clock and I was ready to go to this party I had no intention in staying at but maybe I could let me hair down..?

I was wearing a short red dress with converse, I’m pretty average in height so I new heels wasn’t a need tonight.

I usually don’t wear my hair down because it’s so long but tonight it’s down.

I heard the taxi outside so It was time to get this over with.

I was hoping Colby would be here when I walked in but there was no sign of him.

I bet he’s still with Shea, I know he says she is just a friend but fuck me she is so pretty how can he not want to be with her?

I’ve had 2 drinks.. Vodka and coke and I think they are getting to my head.  

This is why I don’t drink often.

My phone started vibrating inside my bag and when I lifted it out I saw it was Colby.  

I guess he finally wants to speak to me, well I declined the call and put my phone back in my bag and downed the rest of my drink and hit the dance floor.  

Colby’s Pov

Sam and Kat were the only one’s home and of course I got asked where I walked in

“Busy night?” Kat asked without looking at me  

Okay what the hell?

“not really, have you guys seen y/n?” I asked  

“Yeah man she left for Scotty’s party half an hour ago” Sam said  

Shit.  

She actually went?  

“I helped her get ready, she looked so hot! She’s bound to get a guy tonight” Kat said  

Fuck.

I didn’t talk to them I just ran upstairs to get ready.

Once I was done which didn’t take long, I sort of hoped y/n wasn’t having fun and I gave her a call hoping she would answer but it didn’t ring for very long meaning she ended the call.  

Well okay.  

That’s just great.  

I gave myself one more look in the mirror then I left.  

I knew I wasn’t going to drink so I just got into my car and drove to Scotty’s.  

I hope y/n isn’t too drunk.

Y/N’S POV

I needed to breath, it’s so warm in here.

Once the cold air hit me I started to sober up, I stood with my back against the cold wall and then the lights of a car blinded my vision.  

Too fucking bright right now I thought and then the person in the car finally turned their car off finally.  

I recognised the car instantly.  

He got out of his car staring at me and he walked straight over to me like he was on a mission.  

I couldn’t move, I tried to get my legs to move but I couldn’t  

He stood in front of me breathing heavily.

“Hi” I said  

I was kicking myself inside because Hi? Couldn’t I have said something better.

Fuck I’m stupid.

“Hi” he said back smiling at me  

This is awkward.  

We’ve never had an awkward moment before.  

Wow.  

“you look pretty” Colby said  

My eyes widened at his words and he caught that and he was about to speak but I beat him to it  

“Thanks” I said quickly  

I can’t stand this awkwardness no more.  

“I’m going back inside” I said  

I quickly made inside and into the kitchen but of course he was right behind me

I started to make another drink when he talked but I couldn’t hear him over the music  

“CAN WE TALK?” He shouted  

I shook my head and pointed to my drink.

Then this guy I was talking to earlier Brad I think his name was came over to me, he turned to look at Colby but looked away again  

They don’t know each other thank god because I may have kissed Brad earlier.  

Brad whispered in my ear  

“come dance with me babe”  

I couldn’t take my eyes of Colby who looked pissed.  

I didn’t get to answer Brad back because Colby dragged me outside of the house again where we were a few minutes ago

“What the hell Colby?” I said once he let go of me  

He didn’t answer at first but when he did I almost died  

“I like you” was all he said when he turned around  

Did I hear him right?

He continued talking  

“fuck it feels so good to finally say it, I like you no wait I love you and I have for years”  

He was looking at me to say something but I couldn’t find the right words.  

I was jumping with joy in side, the butterflies were doing somersaults inside right now.

“Kiss me” I said quietly but he heard me.  

He smirked at me and then grabbed my face and our lips smashed together.  

It was worth the wait, all these years thinking he liked me as a friend but it turns out we’ve both been in love with one another.  

I’m so happy we can finally be together.


SO guys what did you think?

This came out of no where really.  

I’m sorry for the shit ending, I didn’t know how to end it really.

My love for Colby Brock has been hidden until now.  

If you want me to write more about him let me know!

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Old Sparks, New Flames - Part 4: Flames

Characters: Y/N Y/L/N, Danneel Harris, Jensen Ackles, Genevieve Padalecki.   

Pairing: Danneel x Jensen, Danneel x Reader,

Warnings: Confused feelings, F/F sex, oral, scissoring.    

Word Count: 2500ish

A/N: I had a crush on Danneel before writing this series. This did not help things lol. Anyway I am having fun. I hope y’all are too!!

This series is written for my free square in @spnpolybingo

Thanks to my amazing lil sis @mysupernaturalfics for betaing this series for me.

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It wasn’t easy but somehow you had calmed yourself down enough to stay. At first you couldn’t think of anything worse than staying under the same roof as the couple you spied on while they were having sex. Right up until you were halfway out the door, realizing leaving so abruptly would mean admitting to the woman you were in love with what you did. The thought of the wounded expression on her face hurt you more deeply than the thought of pretending like nothing happened ever would. So you kept yourself busy at the studio, staying away from Danneel and Jensen as much as you could. You knew they were noticing. Jensen had tried to get you to talk to him a few times when he was home from filming in Vancouver, but you had played if off, telling him he knew what it was like being busy. He hadn’t believed you, you knew that and you felt terrible. Jensen was a great guy. You really liked him, but now he was starting to think you hated his guts.

Danneel was no better. She asked you if you were okay pretty much every time she saw you, but it wasn’t until she had changed her tactics, basically cutting you off from your path from the stairs to the door, that you actually listened to her.

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Mirror of the Soul: Part 7 (Loki x Reader)

Note: Hooray, I’ve finally written something without angst! Let’s all give Tony a huge hug because he’s awesome and deserves love. Surviving on coffee alone is not healthy, kids. Let me know what you think and if you want to be tagged in future parts!

Words: 1939

You can find the other chapters here: Loki Masterlist


What was so special about birthdays? All they meant was that you’d made another trip around the sun and were a year closer to dying. That hardly seemed to warrant a celebration.

Of course, your hatred of birthdays probably came from the fact that you’d never been able to celebrate one properly without ended up in hospital. As such, you’d learnt early on in life that parties were to be avoided (unless you could hide away in a corner) since people never responded well to not being looked in the eye after giving you a present.

So, unsurprisingly, when you woke to see that dreaded date on your calendar, the urge lock yourself in the bathroom and wait out the day was pretty strong.

               "Good morning, miss.“ JARVIS’s metallic voice filled your room beginning your day like any other rather than making a deal out of your birthday. "Mr Stark has asked that you visit him in the lab as soon as you are dressed.”

You thanked him for the message, throwing on a pair of old jeans and an oversized shirt that you’d stolen from your uncle years ago. Every time he saw you wearing it he eyed it curiously but had never - as of yet, anyway - accused you of stealing it.

Ten minutes later, you stepped into the brightly lit lab. Tony was sat surrounded by multiple screens and an astonishing collection of half empty coffee mugs. You coughed, announcing your presence, and said, “JARVIS told me you wanted to see me. What do you want?”

               "Morning to you too…“ Tony grumbled, but there was no harshness in his voice. He patted the stool beside him, not taking his eyes off the screens. "Ass on chair. And don’t roll your eyes at me. Respect your elders.”

               "How much caffeine have you had?“ you asked, plonking yourself down onto the stool.

               "Too much,” he grinned. He reached out towards his current cup of coffee and pouted when you held your hand over the mug. “Spoil sport. Hey. Y/N. Look at me.”

With only a moment’s hesitation, you looked up at your uncle who returned your gaze with a grin. Five carefully counted seconds later, Tony shoved a hand up in front of your face and turned your head away. “That’s enough of your ugly mug for one day.”

               "You really have had too much caffeine,“ you laughed, taking a sip of his coffee yourself. It tasted weird and you wondered just what else he’d slipped in there. He handed you a new pair of glasses, which you dutifully put on. "I like these ones. The frames are pretty. Let’s hope they’re the lucky ones. ”

Tony nodded in agreement as he finished making the last few changes to the code. After working through the usual checks and procedures, he said, “They suit you, kiddo. JARVIS, start running the scans. Are you ready?”

               "Let’s do it.“

You swung your legs back around to face your uncle and looked on, waiting for the bright flash of light that you’d come to expect from these experiments. However, nothing happened. Seconds turned into minutes which grew to be extremely uncomfortable - staring someone in the eyes for that long, even family, was just a bit odd - but it soon became clear that nothing would happen at all.

Normally that would be seen as an underwhelming results by any engineer’s standards but Tony was overjoyed. He leapt out of his chair with a cheer and did some sort of strange, caffeine induced dance that you wished you’d filmed for use as blackmail at a later date.

Wrapping you in a tight hug, he lifted you off the stool and spun you around. By this point, you too were ecstatic and could hardly contain your happiness. He’d done it! Tony had finally found a way to block out souls!

The rest of the day went by in a blur. JARVIS ran hundred of scans on both you and the glasses to search for any signs of ill effects but could find nothing. Tony even cried when the AI congratulated him on the success.

The Avengers drifted in and out of the labs, finding all manner of terrible excuse (ranging from Bruce’s I left my pen on the table to Natasha’s I thought I heard an intruder) to come down and see the results for themselves. You kept your gaze low with each encounter but made sure to catch everyone’s eyes on their way out.

Before you knew it, the evening had come and you realised just how hungry you were. Wrapping your arms around him from behind, you told him, "Tony, I’m gonna grab something to eat and then head to bed. Thank you for the best birthday ever.”

Tony wiggled out of your hug and spun his chair around so hard that he twisted around two and a half times before ending up facing you. “Wait, what?”

               "It’s okay if you forgot. I know we’ve been working on this nonstop for weeks and the days have kind of merged into each other.“

               "No! I mean, of course I didn’t forget… You just can’t go to bed yet…”

Your eyes widened as you realised what he was saying. “If there’s a party waiting for me upstairs, Tony, I will kill you. I’ll take that pen and cut your throat open with it.”

               "Someone’s been spending too much time around Loki…“ He said, holding up his hands in front of his face - more to hide his smirk than in any attempt at self defence. "It’s not a party. I just ordered in some Chinese and the others have a few gifts for you.”

               "Where’s my gift from you, huh?“ you asked, relaxing now that you knew you weren’t going to be ambushed by hundreds of people jumping out from the dark at you.

               "Excuse me. Who has spent the past six months working tirelessly to make find a way to control their amazing niece’s superpowers? And who succeeded?” He gave you a stern look and said, “I think that’s present enough, don’t you?”

It turned out that Tony had ordered Chinese all the way from actual China - because his philosophy was definitely if you can do it, why not over do it - and it ended up being the best take out you had ever had. Conversation flowed easily between the Avengers and, whilst they continually tried to bring you into the discussions, you were quite content to sit back and watch.

Tony soon announced it was time for gifts, recognising that you were becoming restless. He understood that this was difficult for you, especially since you’d not really socialised like this at any point during your adult life.

One by one the Avengers handed you their gifts and watched in anticipation as you opened them. Natasha was first and, much to Tony’s disdain, she gave you a beautiful pocket dagger and promised to help you train with it.

Clint - who only ever acknowledged you by a brief nod when you passed each other around the Tower - had picked out a horrendously over priced makeup palette that you’d been wanting for months, despite never telling anyone.

Next was Steve who gave you a small book full to the brim with amazing sketches he’d done whilst out on missions. He’d pretty much avoided you since the last time you’d spoken - and ended up screaming on the floor - so the fact he gave you anything touched your heart.

Bruce admitted that he hadn’t been sure what to get you but had picked out a simply stunning bracelet that you swore never to take off.

You almost refused to accept Thor’s gift; it seemed far too grand. He’d brought the most spectacular dress, created for you by the palace tailors back in Asgard. So many layers of a silk-like fabric that you thought fit only for a princess (which he assured you, in all seriousness, that you were).

Tony pulled out a small box and couldn’t help but laugh at your expression; you really had believed him back in the lab when he’d told you that he hadn’t gotten you anything. Inside the box was what looked like a small compact mirror. You looked over at your uncle curiously. His response was to just tap the side of his nose and you couldn’t wait to find out what was in it.

That left Loki. He had spent the entire evening on the other side of the room to you, barely ever meeting your gaze. You wished that you’d been able to spend the evening in his arms but understood his distance; no-one other than Tony knew that you’d spent the past six months getting to know each other. To all intents and purposes, the Avengers thought you and the god were still basically strangers and you weren’t quite ready to dispel that idea yet.

Everyone was staring at him expectantly, waiting for him to present you with your gift. He looked around the room and shrugged. “No one told me that I had to get a gift. I thought it was optional.”

               "And you chose not to get her something?“ Natasha hissed, shooting him her darkest glare.

               "Obviously.”

Thor rose to his feet and towered over Loki, the air in the room becoming charged with electricity. You swore you could see clouds forming in the sky outside. “Brother, apologise to Lady Y/N immediately. She is a fine young woman and deserves your respect.”

               "It’s fine,“ you said, desperate for the evening not to end in a fight. Refusing to look at the god, you gathered all your gifts in your arms and headed for the door but not before thanking everyone again. "This really has been one of the best days of my life.”

When you got back to your room, you placed your pile of gifts onto your mini sofa and turned to collapse onto your bed only to see Loki sat cross legged in the centre. He wore a lazy grin that only intensified at the sight of you scowling. “You didn’t honestly believe I care for you so little?”

Unsure whether to follow the urge to slap him or not, you perched on the edge of the bed and waited for him to pull the gift from behind his back. As you unwrapped the box, Loki rubbed the back of his neck anxiously. “I’m sorry if you don’t like it. I’ve never been good at things like this.”

               "Oh, Loki,“ you sighed, looking down at the small plush tiger in your hands. The fur was so soft that you couldn’t help but stroke it and you had a strange urge to rub it against your face. He started to apologise again but you silenced his words by dragging him into a hug. "I love it. Thank you.”

When you finally pulled away, you were surprised to feel his arms around your waist, keeping you close to him. He leant forward, his forehead touching yours, and murmured, “Happy birthday, Y/N. Sleep well.”

               "Loki…“ you breathed, holding his arm to stop him from leaving. The words you had meant to say died on your lips as you looked into his eyes, finding them even greener than those on his illusions. As realistic as his illusions were, you noticed many little details that he missed; the small things that made him all the more attractive.

The god bent down and brushed his lips against yours, a touch so brief that you could almost have imagined it. "Good night, darling.”


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The First Time In Forever - Two

Part one is in my masterlist!

Spencer x reader

“You coming?”

A pair of fingers snapped in front of your face and you blinked, refocusing your attention on Penelope.

“Y/N! What is with you recently? Are you coming to lunch with me and Derek or not?” she asked you, following where your gaze had been and squinting her eyes at the subject.

“No I’ll stay here… I’ve got paperwork to be catching up on.”

“So it’s nothing to do with the fact that Spencer is staying behind too?”

“Huh? What? No… Course not.”

She grinned and you felt your cheeks flush.

“Sure, sure. You sure you two haven’t started to go a little bit Dawson and Joey? Because I’ve noticed the long lingering looks, and if I’ve noticed then you can sure as hell bet that Derek has.”

“Dawson and Joey?” you screwed up your face, trying not watch Spencer over her shoulder. He was chewing absent mindedly on the end of his pen and my God, the actions were doing something to your insides.

“You know.. Two best friends, falling in love with each other…. ”

His lips pursed around the pen and you could see that he was sucking it in and out of his mouth slowly.

“Y/N! You’re not helping your case here…”

“What!? No!….. I was always a Pacey girl anyway.”

She grinned at you again, nodding her head and saying her goodbyes, leaving you to your files and your salad that you’d bought in.

It had been three weeks since the incident, as you now referred to it as. The incident involving your colleague and best friend giving you your first orgasm and you repaying him by sucking his cock into your mouth…

Things had been….weird. For you at least. He’d stayed over, you passing out in the your bed after the mutual leakage of bodily fluids. The next morning had been okay too. You’d gone for breakfast and everything had been normal and NOT strange. And then you’d got to work on Monday and had found yourself looking at Spencer when no one else was, admiring his butt in his close fitting pants, enjoying the sound of his voice as he rambled. Then you found yourself getting increasingly distracted by his mouth. A mouth you’d never realised was so prettily perfect before. A mouth that had been on your chest and could have so easily been between your legs.

To an extent you guessed Penelope was right. You had developed what appeared to be a crush on Spencer Reid. Was it that you found him genuinly alluring or was it just because he’d given you your first earth shattering, knee trembling, sticky clear fluid moment? Who knew… But whatever it was, it was frustrating the hell out of you. Because you struggled to be normal around him. Yet he didn’t seem to be that affected by it. He acted as if he hadn’t had his fingers in your most intimate areas, as if his hands hadn’t tangled in your hair as your slid your lips up and down his cock. His very nicely sized cock….. Oh fuck, don’t start thinking about it.

“Got any plans for the weekend, Y/N?”

You jumped, dropping the fork you’d been using into your salad box. You’d been daydreaming again.

“Fuck!” Glancing up, you saw the object of your daydreams perching on the edge of your desk, his hands twiddling with the end of his tie.

His hands, his fingers…. Don’t look at his fingers Y/N. Don’t do it.

“Someone’s a big jumpy today,” he commented.

“Sorry…. Late night.” Yes, late night. Spent replicating his actions from that night and definitely NOT imagining that it was him doing it rather than you.

Spencer smirked as if he knew and then you had a sudden flashback to the conversation you’d had about what people did when they were unable to sleep. Your cheeks burned again, something that rarely happened before but over these last three weeks, seemed to happen a lot.

“NOT that sort of late night….” Lies, all lies.

“How’s that… Erm… Coming anyway?” He asked, his lips still twitching upwards into that smile of his. The smile that up until recently you just thought was sweet but now made your lady parts tingle.

“It’s coming fine, thank you very much,” you muttered, looking around to check that no one was in ear shot.

“Just fine? Fine doesn’t sound very good Y/N….”

“Fine is fine.”

“Alright. Well, just remember what I said. I’m happy to help again.”

He turned to walk away and you called his name, a sudden idea forming in your brain. A terrible one, which as the words left your mouth your brain was screaming at you, “liar liar, pants on fire.”

“Spencer…. Alright. Fine isn’t good. Fine is terrible.”

His eyes flickered to yours and his tongue quickly poked out and swiped over his bottom lip.

Ugh.

“So…. Do you want me to come over for another… lesson?”

“Erm…..only if you want to. I’ll…. I’ll pay you back again?”

“Y/N this isn’t like you’re borrowing money off me… You don’t have to ‘pay me back’ everytime. You’re my best friend and I like being able to help you with something. Regardless of what it is.”

You opened your mouth to speak but he continued, “But…. I’m definitely not going to argue. For someone so inexperienced at um….. DIY, you sure know how to…… handle the tools?” Spencer looked both amused and horrified at the euphemism that had come out of his mouth and you laughed.

“Well, I did tell you I was an expert at handling other certain tools… It’s just some that I find tricky to deal with. Which is a shame because they wielded amazing results last time they were used correctly.”

Seriously now. When the hell did you start flirting with Spencer Reid? Oh it was such a good job the others had gone out for lunch.

“Amazing results…. ” he raised his eyebrows at you.

“Don’t let that go to your head, Reid.”

“Well it’s hard not to. I mean, I knew I was good. But amazing…..”

“What I want to know, is how did sweet little Spencer Reid, who rarely is seen talking to girls outside of his work colleagues, how did he get so good at something like that?”

Just continue to boost his ego some more…Why not eh. It made his eyes shine and that made him look prettier than he already was.

“Eidetic memory. Being able to read 20,000 words per minute. Think of all the things that I’ve read over my lifetime, all of the techniques. Girls don’t tend to go for the geeky genius, unless he’s really really good at something. So I just made it so I was really really good at that something.”

He’d moved closer again now and his voice had dropped to a deliciously sexy low tone.

“Well then….. I guess, I guess it’s a shame for those talents to go unused for long periods of time.” You words came out in a croak, and you were now feeling uncomfortably warm.

“Such a shame…. So, shall I come round at eight thirty? Maybe watch a film and drink some wine before…. ”

Before. Oh god.

You nodded, not sure if you’d be able to form a coherent sentence and mentally running through all the things you’d need to do at home first.

He grinned again. “I’ll see you later then Y/N. Maybe this time, you’ll let me use some other….. Implements.” He licked his lips before turning away and walking off.

Sweet holy Jesus. This was not good. But it was good. But it wasn’t.

Not only had you lied to him about not being able to replicate what he’d shown you, but you were fairly certain you’d have a damp patch in your underwear from just thinking about what that last comment of his implied.

Spencer was your colleague and one of your best friends. But right now, you really really REALLY wanted to have him fuck you seven ways from Sunday.

Oh Lord.

Present, Past, and Future

Fandom: MCU/ Celebrities

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: ~2.5k words


— (Present) —

You are grateful. 

You are grateful in a sad, desolate kind of way. The kind that is simultaneously letting your lungs breathe in oxygen again, but also clawing at your heart harshly enough to draw blood. 

You’re over this. You’re over him. You know it. You know it, know it deep in your bones that you and him are over and it’s for the best, but. But you want to run out, go somewhere far away from here and hide and just be. 

You are glad that it’s nighttime; happy that darkness envelops you at the moment, not enabling you to see a foot further in your own apartment. You’re vaguely aware that ever since Chris stepped out, ever since he shut the door behind him and cut off the light that was streaming in from the hallway beyond, you have been sitting in complete darkness; absolute black; endless void of nothingness. 

You know you should be happier about this. This is your suggestion after all. Your idea of parting ways, of living separate lives because ‘damnit Chris you’re never fucking here when I need you’ and ‘ I can’t be with someone I see just thrice a year’, and ‘I need to have my own life that isn’t restricted by your fame!’. And you know that now you are free; you can now go and apply for that job you have been eyeing since last month; you can now go date someone whom you are going to take home and introduce to your loved ones. But still. That deep sorrow, that nagging thought of ‘what if this is wrong’ lingers in your mind. Your mind hurts. You want to run out, go somewhere far away from here and hide and just be.

You can see the headlines that’ll appear in a few days. You can hear the gossip shows talking about how you broke his heart. And you know that no one will ever talk about how he has been so busy that you haven’t seen him for more than three weeks this entire year - and the year is bloody ending in less than two months. No one will talk about how you couldn’t go here and there and not do this and that - because he was famous, and you had a reputation to live up to now. No one will talk about how lonely you were becoming, how suffocating it was without him near, how hard it was to deal with the hate and shit that came with dating someone like him…

But you know it doesn’t matter now. What’s done is done. And yet, there’s that shred of hope in you. A ‘what if’ he decides to come back. 

You think you can hear his footsteps approaching. You know it isn’t him. 

You’ve always been a romantic. Romance and cliches are a hidden part of you. And it has not been as evident until right now - you know you want him to walk back through that door, like they do in the movies you have been seeing since you were 12 and you went to see a romantic drama in the cinema. And suddenly, you see the door handle turning, light from the hallway streaming in again. And you see him, Chris, walk back in again.

He comes in and stays silent for a while, staring in and joining the darkness. Then he walks forward, without switching the lights because this is his home as well as your and he can walk around without lights too. He walks forward and crouches and finds and takes your hand in his larger ones. His thumb rubs soothing circles on the back of your palm as he contemplates his next words. He then speaks up in a low voice and apologizes for his negligence, for being so missing from your life. He makes promises to talk to his management and clear more days for you in the coming year; he says he’ll be around more, says he’ll love you even more. He wipes your stray tears and, in absolute blackness, leans his forehead against yours. His breath fans your face and his lips slowly, so slowly, meet your in a chaste kiss. He lingers by your lips waiting for you to kiss back, to forgive him. And you do - of course - because you love him too. And the two of you sit, in absolute void, kissing one another and promising to love each other more. And you know everything is just fine again because you two will figure something out…

Except you also know that your life is not a romance movie. Your life seems to be a drama, a tragic drama because you know Chris isn’t here. You know he isn’t coming back, at least not now. You think perhaps not ever. You want to run out, go somewhere far away from here and hide and just be.

It takes another 40 minutes before you muster up enough energy to drag yourself from your spot on the floor and into the bedroom where you curl up on his side. That’s as far away as your energy can take you right now, as far as you can go and hide and just be.

It’s not nearly far enough yet.


— (Past) —

You were grateful. 

You were grateful in a confused, euphoric kind of way. The kind that warmed the very core of your soul and made you feel lightheaded, as though you were floating and drifting to the sky above. Except he was anchoring you to the ground by having his hands on your waist and moving you around in slow circles. You hadn’t even acknowledged it, but you had fallen in love before you could even realize it. You’d fallen in love with Chris.

And maybe that was your mistake, falling in love. You wondered time and again why they called it falling in love - wasn’t falling associated with bad connotations? But with him, then and there, on that Halloween party at your friend’s house where you saw Chris again, falling in love seemed like a good idea. 

It was funny, you thought, how you and Chris ended up together. The first time you met, he had not, you had not, hell both of you had not envisioned falling in love with one another. You didn’t just look into his blue eyes and felt the world dissolve away and heard birds sing and rainbows light up your world. He hadn’t taken one look at you, his gaze unexpectedly resting upon your face, and smiled at you and declared his love at first sight and thought about a forever.

Unfortunately, as you eventually realized, life seldom flashed neon lights warning you that everything was about to change forever. 

This is how things happened.

You had gone to an engagement party of a best friend. You’d met Chris there; he thought you were strangely distant towards him; you thought he was a bit conceited because he was famous. Nonetheless, you had exchanged pleasantries, smiled politely and made small talk. He was on a long break from his filming schedule; you worked in this town. He grinned too much; you smiled too little. At the end of your conversation, you mentally labeled him as an ‘asshole’ and he thought of you as a ‘bitch’. He wasn’t your type; you were far too strong-willed for him. You hadn’t seen him again that night at the party. 

Then you saw him one day. At the wedding of the best friend who’s engagement party you had been to - who’s bridesmaid you were serving as. And then Chris had appeared that day, dressed impeccably in a tux, revealing himself to be the best man. And like some horribly romantic movie cliche, you found yourself stuck to him for the major duration of the wedding proceedings - while you walked down the aisle; when you took staged photographs; when you sat own for dinner; when you had to make toasts…

And it should have been miserable, being stuck with one another when your first impressions were so terrible. But it surprisingly wasn’t. He was still an asshole - a conceited asshole - but he was a funny guy who made all the terrible jokes throughout the rather boring ceremony and wedding procedures and even helped you look over final preps for the reception even though he didn’t need to. And you were still a bitch to him, but you were someone who’s company he could come to enjoy because you were snarky and smart and not one to fawn over him which proved to be a major change - a welcome change to him. 

And you don’t know how, but you ended up exchanging numbers and hugs at the end of the night.

And then, weeks later, after dozens of coffees and Chinese takeouts, you were both firm friends. Friends, still. You went to walk his dog with him; he came along to get your car serviced with you. You organized his kitchen shelves; he managed to hang up photo frames in your new apartment. Quickly, steadily, you became good, firm, close friends. And then you couldn’t imagine your life without him. He was essential, like oxygen, for you to survive. He stayed back in your town; he didn’t go home. You didn’t ask why. 

You were just grateful. 

The two of you still, however, had no notion of one another as anything more than casual friends. Even the night you two got hella drunk and passed out in his bed seemed unimportant and ordinary, inconsequential. 

You were a romantic. You knew as much. And you knew all the romantic cliches: love at first sight, love-hate relationships, enemies turned lovers, friends finally succumbing to the growing passion and becoming something more…

And yet, it still came as a shock when Chris kissed you one night, in the darkened room in front of the tv on which you’d been watching some movie. You’d sat still, you remember, in the aftermath of him removing his soft lips and the beer, mixed with red twizzlers, taste of his mouth. He hadn’t said much. He just got up, kissed your forehead and went to get fresh popcorn for your next movie. And you hadn’t said anything either after he returned. You simply sat there with Chris, his arm around you, as you watched the film play out. Sometime, during that night, when you were dozing on his shoulder, he had whispered a soft ‘I love you’ into your hairline. And you had thought, with your heart stopping and air rushing out your lungs rendering you motionless, ‘Oh shit’. 

The ‘Oh, shit’ was only the beginning.


— (Future) —

You will be grateful.

You will be grateful in a nostalgic, contemplative kind of way. The kind that barely makes your heart ache terribly or soar freely like a bird. Its more like a numb feeling that was once the center of your life, burning you up.

One day, you will say you barely remember any of this. You will say you hardly remember what it felt like to hold his callused hands or feel his long eyelashes upon your cheeks as he kissed you. 

You will have many other significant others, some more, some less, significant. And you won’t compare each one to Chris. You will be grateful that ‘the one’ who’s yours is with you always. He sees you each night and makes love to you oh so very often and it’s to him you get married at the alter in a white dress clutching roses and lilies. And that man will be whom your children call ‘dad’, who takes you out on dates even after you have kids because he wants you to have a calm, quiet night every now and then, and with whom you will live in the white picket-fence house.

You will have moved on. Gotten that great dream job, established a steady source of income, be able to pay your own bills and still have plenty leftovers. You will have found somebody who fits your way of life. You will live in a white picket-fence house with a rose bush and patio and swing and marble-top counters and downy soft white linen sheets. You will have the life you wanted, the stability, the comfort, the togetherness you craved for so long.

But you will always be a romantic. And so you will always wonder the ‘what-if’ in the darkest parts of the night. You will eventually understand why you had to part ways or why you didn’t work out and why it actually was for the best - for both of you. But since you are a romantic, you will always wonder what if you two had stayed together?

And one day, at a party, you will see him again. He will look different, but it is him. It will have to be. The brown hair and perfect beard would not be anyone else’s; the eyes and the booming laughter that sounds so unique to him. The baseball cap and the bracelet around his right wrist will be gone. So will the glasses he wore in private parties. But its still him, you will know.

And you will catch his eye. And you will walk confidently, putting one black heeled foot in front of the other, as you two make your way towards each other after so long.

But it will be you two. It will be him. It will be you. it will have to be enough.

And you’ll smile at one another, catch up on the years you have been apart. ‘What are you doing these days?’, ‘How’s filming these days?’, ‘Did you hear he moved away?’, ‘I had no clue it was so shitty to hike up…’. You will make small talk, exchange pleasantries, smile politely, and then you will take out your phones and pretend to promise to stay in touch. You both know its false, empty words. You both play along anyway. 

When its time to bid goodbye, he will lean down to kiss you on the cheek and she will do the same; you will ignore the rising heat on your cheeks. You will then turn around and walk away, disappearing into the crowd. You will not notice the ring, or absence of it, on his left hand. But you will remember the sound of his booming laughter. You will tell yourself to be mature. 

You will never mention Chris in any conversation ever again; you will rarely think about him as time moves on even further; you will have other things to focus on, other people more important people, in your life.

You will say you hardly remember the feel of his solid chest or the crinkles of his smiling eyes or his dark hair and strong shoulders.

You will say you stopped wondering where he is or what he is up to.

You will say you stopped thinking of the ‘what-if’s’.

You will say you got over him ages ago.

You will say that you are grateful.

You will say all this and more.

You will be lying.


(End Notes)

It’s my first time publishing anything Chris Evans in a long long while and I am oddly nervous… I would love it if you guys could review this. 

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A Pepperony Shipper’s Defense of the “Civil War” Separation

First of all, yes, I was just as gobsmacked and pissed off as every other Tony/Pepper fan upon seeing Captain America: Civil War for the first time. Like, WTF and where did that come from and WHY and HOW?? It kind of took me out of the movie at certain points and, I can say now after calming down and having some perspective, kind of tainted my memory of the movie and caused me to remember it as being not as good as it actually is (although I still really liked it). Until I recently bought it on Blu-ray and watched it again, ready to roll my eyes at the references to the break-up, and how it was handled. But now that I wasn’t so taken aback and emotional about it, and have the comfort of knowing they eventually reconciled, I can analyze it more objectively, and really, it wasn’t bad. In fact, it actually worked really well for the story and Tony’s character development. Yes, character development, which isn’t always the deepest or most perfectly handled aspect of the MCU. But there is a cohesive through-line for Tony, that comes to a head in Civil War. He had a near-death experience in The Avengers, which caused him to have PTSD in Iron Man 3, then the combination of these experiences and Wanda giving him the vision of helplessness in the face of other-worldly danger lead him to create Ultron, which contributed to his guilt complex, as well as Pepper leaving him in between movies, both of which lead to his actions in Civil War. And yes, the reason Pepper wasn’t in the movie was because Gwyneth hadn’t renewed her contract yet so they had to write around that, but as far as cases of Real Life Writes The Plot go, I think they handled it very well. Because they didn’t just flimsily write around it, they used it. From the writers’ commentary:

“Yeah, the intent in this movie, because we knew where we were going with the character - that we had to motivate Tony to want to kill Bucky Barnes in the 3rd act - in order for the third act to work correctly, that Tony would have to be off balance. And the way that we thought we could make him off balance was by pulling things out of his life, making him emotionally vulnerable, really emotionally vulnerable. So Pepper is out of his life, it clearly is an issue for him…”

Yes! Visibly so. Their status was depressingly uncertain, and Pepper wasn’t physically in Civil War, but she was with Tony all up and through the movie. Her absence had him all types of messed up. That moment when he sees her name on the teleprompter is pure heartbreak. His political position was partially taken to try and mend their relationship and keep her in his life. There was the “I’ve been picturing a redhead” moment on the jet. And we know damn well he wasn’t picturing Natasha.

They then go on to mention that right after he gets all shook after seeing Pepper’s intro on the unchanged teleprompter (which RDJ nailed, btw, he looked so devastated. My Pepperony heart!), he’s confronted by the mother of the young man who died in Sokovia in Age of Ultron, dredging up his culpability and guilt for that whole mess.

“He’s being attacked emotionally on a lot of different fronts, and it puts [him] in a precarious position. So as the movie progresses, there is a touchstone or if something cathartic were to happen to him, it could potentially push him over the edge. Which is what happens at the end of the film.”

Personally, I’d much prefer that, if an important character has to be absent (for the second movie in a row, no less), their absence is felt and relevant to the appropriate other characters, instead of just casually hand waved away in one or two lines of dialogue as if their presence doesn’t matter either way. That way where it’s almost meta winking at the audience like, You all know this character isn’t here because of whatever actor reasons, so we won’t even bother to have their absence mean anything and this mention is purely perfunctory. And sure, in some cases that’s ok, but in this movie, where Tony’s the 2nd lead and a big part of the plot hinges on his state of mind at the time, his other half semi-dumping him would be a pretty big deal. And in my opinion, it was successfully portrayed as being a big, painful deal.

One specific complaint I’ve seen a lot, though, is that it didn’t make sense for Pepper to leave Tony after everything they’d been through, after how IM3 ended, and so all of a sudden. And yes, to us, it was out of nowhere, considering how IM3 ended and Tony jokingly mentioning maybe buying Pepper a farm at the end of AoU. Such is a potential pitfall of telling a story by way of a movie-verse, as opposed to a TV series, where the story can be told bit by bit, week after week. We only see a certain amount of story development on-screen, and a year or two or more apart. But looking at the big picture, we should take into account that Tony was in a whole other movie, sans Pepper, between IM3 and Civil War - Ya know, the one where his own creation tried to wipe out humanity, before he made that quip about buying a farm. So by the time of Civil War, he delivers this bit of emotionally significant exposition to Steve:

“A few years ago I almost lost her, so I trashed all my suits. Then we had to mop up Hydra…and then Ultron. My fault. And then, and then, and then, I never stopped. Because the truth is I don’t wanna to stop. I don’t want to lose her. I thought maybe the Accords could split the difference. In her defense, I am a handful.”

I’ll say. But seriously, so much about this little monologue, and it all makes logical sense. At the end of IM3 he made her a promise - maybe an impulsive, emotionally charged one, but a promise nonetheless - that he would give up Iron Man-ing. For her! But then bad shit kept happening (as it does), and he kept jumping into the fray. And maybe at first, she understood that, since the events of IM, he’s got this sense of responsibility and protection that he just can’t shake, Iron Man is just a part of him now, and maybe she didn’t rigidly hold him to a decision he made when she had just almost died and he had just had heart surgery. He was pretty fragile at the time, OK? But then Ultron happened…dear god, Ultron. His fault. He was unquestionably portrayed as being responsible for that ensuing mess. To the audience, to the other Avengers who told him to his face what a terrible idea it was, both before and after the fact, to himself. But then there’s Pepper. And yes, it sucks that we didn’t get this on screen and it’s left to our imaginations as to how exactly it played out. But seriously, imagine it. In my assumption, when they saw each other again after AoU, Tony received the dressing down of his life. Anything Howard might’ve said to him in the past can’t even compare. I can almost guarantee Pepper ripped him several new ones before she left. And he wouldn’t have been able to say shit, besides maybe “Please, baby, don’t leave me”, because he did royally fuck up. Probably even beyond Pepper’s comprehension at the time. Like, I go away for less than 2 weeks, and you create something that almost destroys the world?? How even does that happen? And after he was supposed to be dialing back on all this. To be fair though, it was a bit of his misguided attempt to put something in place that would allow him to at least semi-retire, but still. Major backfire. So I can totally see how she would’ve been, not only upset and disappointed enough to need space and time to think about their relationship and if she could really still be with him, but also utterly pissed and stressed. To the point where she’s like, I just can’t even deal with you right now. And there actually is a bit of precedent for that. When she almost resigned from her job at the end of IM2 because dealing with Tony and the drama that comes with him was just too damn much. Before they were even a couple. Summed up by Pepper going, “I never know if you’re gonna kill yourself or wreck the whole company.” And then a few years later he goes and almost wrecks the whole of civilization, oops. I see how she was like, Yeah I need to back away from aaaaall thissss for the time being.

Speaking of, Tony and the movie never definitively gave the impression that they were over and done forever, Pepper never to be seen again. That’s what most of us took from it, because we were shocked, and freaking out that something big and bad did happen with their relationship, and their future certainly wasn’t looking too bright. But going by Tony’s words and taking them at face value (instead of any speculation that he was trying to make it seem not so bad, or was in denial), he said they were “taking a break”. Not to get into too much semantics a la Friends, but that’s technically not a one-and-done break-up. That’s more like actress availability relationship limbo. Or maybe in Tony’s case, probation. Whatever the deal was, they were on the precipice, but hadn’t totally fallen off the cliff yet. And he didn’t say that he wanted her back, he said he didn’t “want to lose her.” So on some level he still had her, or at least still had a chance. Like they were together, but apart, TBD. And speaking of not losing her, the fact that a big part of the reason Tony supported the Accords was about Pepper…!!! For a movie that she wasn’t even in, that’s some serious shipper fuel. It also provides an evenly balanced match to Steve as to why they took their respective positions. They each had both an ideological reason and a personal reason. For Steve, ideologically it was because he had developed a distrust of government organizations, and personally, it was for his loyalty to Bucky. For Tony, his culpability in the Sokovia indecent drove him to believe they needed legal oversight, and personally, he just wanted Pepper to trust him again. To be able to say to her, See? I’m under some outside control now, I can’t just do whatever I want, when I want, and cause something like that to happen ever again, you don’t have to worry about me. “Supervised” Iron Man-ing and Avenging, to “split the difference” between being a completely rogue agent, and giving it up altogether. And hey, it looks like that might’ve worked… 

On a slightly more facetious note, it almost works better for the MCU as a whole for Pepper to not have been around for Age of Ultron, because if she was, Age of Ultron wouldn’t have happened. Tony wouldn’t have gotten that far. She would’ve given him one short and sweet “Are you out of your damn mind?!” speech, and that woulda been it. Roll credits. It wouldn’t have even been a movie, it would’ve been a Marvel One-Shot on the home release of another movie. That just wouldn’t have gone down. No way in Hell.

Especially if you buy into this pattern that I’ve noticed. When Pepper’s not there, Tony can be much more easily swayed into some questionable shit, because can’t nobody keep Tony Stark in check like Pepper Potts can keep Tony Stark in check. She wasn’t around in Age of Ultron, look what happened. She wasn’t around in Civil War, look what happened. Come Spider-Man: Homecoming, Tony’s this chill, protective, stern yet caring mentor/father figure, kind of making up for previously recruiting this hella green teenager into a battle he himself had nothing to do with, wants Peter to be better than him, lets Peter be for the most part, but will step in and handle or rescue him if need be, I’m sitting there in the theater just loving dad!Tony. He was wonderful, and not at all problematic. Come the end of the movie, he and Pepper were back together the whole time. Welp, that explains it I guess, lol. She really is his balance. It’s been established since the first Iron Man (2008!) that he cannot live without that woman, even before he flat-out told her in IM3. And I think that idea’s really been put to the test in his last few movies. So thank goodness he got her back (however the hell he did it) and is about to make this thing legal, because he is a hot mess without her, even more so than usual, and he knows it.

Yes, Anthony, yes you are. But Pepper loves you dearly anyway. 

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Imagine long distance with Chris.

A/N: Hello, this is Part 1 of Chapter 2 - Little Ways Away. Now I know I’m jumping into the next chapter of the mini series, but I just don’t have inspiration to write anything else. This chapter’s going to be a bit of an emotional ride, so there’s my little heads-up. You can read the related mini series, and the first chapter of this spin-off here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini Series Spin-off, Chapter 1 ‘Unexpected Reader’ - Masterlist)

Ava smiled when she heard your phone ringing from her bedroom; the set ringtone told her that Chris was finally calling. You’d been waiting a while for his daily phone call now, a mishap on set pushed filming back a little which was why he was late. It’d been a rough couple of months for you with Chris being away, business picking up at the Italian restaurant where you worked part time, and your school’s workload piling on. It was almost suffocating, everything that was going on in your life.

As it turned out, that week you took off from school to go spend some time with Chris was a terrible idea; you got back and found yourself overwhelmed by everything you missed out on. Two months later, you felt like you were still trying to catch up. But that was the thing, you just felt that way because it was all in your head. It was always all in your head, which was why your mom, your best friend, and your boyfriend were always so worried about you; you were too much of a perfectionist to give yourself a break. You were an incredibly intelligent and diligent student who was ahead of the class despite being in Boston, but your mentality after returning back to Los Angeles without your boyfriend ruined your stride. So here you were; overworked, sleep deprived, and stressed beyond belief.

So Ava was glad to hear ‘Under The Sea’ coming from your phone, she knew you’d benefit from hearing from your sweet, loving, and reassuring boyfriend. Up until Chris came along, your mom and her were the ones to reassure you. With them, it didn’t always work- you’d still doubt yourself and let your anxiety chew away at your brain. But with Chris? He had a way with you that no one understood, it was like he had the handbook; he always knew what to say and when to say it. It was sickly sweet, and it was proof that soulmates do exist.

Ava waited a while and felt her eyes narrow when the song didn’t stop playing. She closed her MacBook screen then walked outside, sighing when she found you asleep at the dining room table with Dodger at your feet. You were surround by your textbooks, assignment notes, class timetables, work schedules, and other bits and pieces. Ava guessed you were trying to plan out your week again and fell asleep after overwhelming yourself. It was typical Y/N, every Sunday evening you’d sit and plan your whole week like life was just going to do what you wanted it to. She walked over and held a finger up to her lips when Dodger looked up at her, whining slightly. She gently pried your phone out of your hand; breath held when you stirred. She let out a quiet sigh when you remained asleep and answered the call, walking a distance away before she spoke because the last thing she needed was to disturb your much needed rest.

“Um…Hello?” Chris’ voice came through sounding confused at the lack of your chirpy greeting; you always answered with “oh Evans, my Captain. To what do I owe this pleasure?” Always, every call, without fail- unless he caught you while you were half asleep then it wasn’t so chirpy and coherent. “Sweetheart,” he chuckled softly, “are you there or is this your cute butt I’m talking to?”

“This is actually her cute best friend you’re talking to,” Ava quipped and Chris chuckled. “Sorry, Cap, but your girl’s passed out at the table.” Ava heard Chris sigh and began to explain to him what he already knew had happened. “It’s Sunday so she-”

“Overwhelmed herself by planning her week again,” Chris finished for her and Ava noised confirmation. “God, I leave her for two months,” he commented with a weary chuckle. “Other than her usual Sunday activities, how’s she doing? I feel like I have to ask you because she’s not going to tell me the truth about anything bad. Every time I ask how she’s doing, she says she’s fine but- if she’s falling asleep while planning her week, things must be a little chaotic.”

“A little, she’s stressed. But-” Ava looked over at you with a small smile; she wished you’d let up a little. “When is she not?” Chris nodded in agreement, a weary eye roll was used. “But she’s okay, I mean- she’s a tough nut to crack.” Both your best friend and boyfriend chuckled at that because it was true; they’d seen you persevere through so much. “Dodger and I’ve got her sorted, don’t you worry.”

“Thanks, Ava.”

“I’m going to have to hang up on you though, I don’t want to wake her up. She really needs her sleep, she asked for an extra shift at the restaurant and that’s in an hour so- Let her sleep?” Ava made it sound like a question, but it was more of an order; Chris said nothing because he knew what his options were. “I’ll tell her you called so she can-”

“What time is it?!” You shot up from your quick ‘rest-of-the-eyes’, worried you were late for work. You scrambled for your phone then looked up and saw it in Ava’s hand. “Is that Chris?” You asked and she nodded, walking back over to pass the call to you. “Hey, sorry.” You said into the phone, then mouthed a “thank you” at Ava, who nodded and went back into her room to give the two of you some privacy. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I’ve just been really tired lately.”

“There’s really no need to apologize, sweetheart,” he told you. You held the phone to your ear with your shoulder as your hands started to fiddle with the pieces of paper in front of you. “You’re busy, I get it and it’s fine. I just want you to take care of yourself, please.”

“Yeah, the weather’s been lovely,” was your response because you didn’t actually process anything Chris said to you. You were too preoccupied, scribbling all over your planner to listen and respond accordingly. “A little warm, but perfect for my afternoon walks with Dodger.”

“Step away from the table, Y/N,” he instructed in a firmer tone and you found yourself dropping the pen you had in your hand. You took the phone back in your hand as you stood up and walked over to the couch where you couldn’t fiddle with anything; Dodger followed, settling by your feet. “How are you, really?” He asked, surely with furrowed brows of deep concern. “I know you don’t want me to worry, but lying to me- that’s even more worrying.”

“What did I lie to you about?”

“Every time I call and ask about you, you tell me you’re fine-”

“And I am-” you interrupted.

“I just talked to Ava and she tells a different story,” he cut you off and you huffed, wishing your best friend would just keep your struggles to herself. “What’s going on? What’s got you so stressed out? It can’t be school, you’re doing so well.” You sighed because you wished you knew. “What can I do to help? Ava said you’re asking for extra shifts, do you need-”

“I don’t need your money, Chris,” you stopped him before he could offer and he sighed. “I’m fine, honestly,” you let out a laugh to lighten the mood. “I’m just- I miss you and not having you around is affecting me a lot more than I thought it would. So don’t worry, I’m fine. School’s great, work’s good, my financial situation is perfect so- don’t worry about me, okay?”

“That’s like telling water not to be wet, darling,” he chuckled and you smiled. “You promise you’ll tell me if something’s up?” You nodded, 'mm-hm-ing’ your response. “That you’ll keep things honest between us?” Another 'mm hm’ left your throat. “That you’ll ask for money if need be?” He winced as he said that because he knew he was trying his luck; you were one of those 'make-my-own-way’ girls. “Y/N?” He quizzed when he heard nothing come from the other end.

“No,” was all you said.

“I can afford to support you,” he reminded you.

“And I can afford to make my own way,” you retorted.

“I know,” he sighed. “I’m just reminding you, in case you get sick of working while studying.” You smiled because he reminded you every chance he could, and while you did appreciate his offer- you couldn’t take it. You knew how it would look and you didn’t want it to look like that, perhaps when you were his wife and not his nineteen year old, student girlfriend. “Are you sure you don’t need anything, baby? Can I at least pay for Dodger? He is living with the two of you, I can-”

“Baby, no,” you chuckled, reaching down to pat your boyfriend’s cute dog who you were more than happy to support for nine months. “Right now, all I need from you is your maximum effort to make Infinity War absolutely amazing.” He chuckled softly, nodding. “Then I need you to come home to me and Dodger because we miss you,” you felt your eyes well as you told him that.

“I miss the two of you too,” his own eyes watered as he reached for the Polaroid photograph he kept on his desk in his trailer. The photo was of the three of you, the morning after you got together; you had a copy too which you kept in your planner. “I’d count the days, but that’s just going to make us both sad.”

“Yeah,” you chuckled with limited humor.

“I’m going to let you go,” he said and you felt yourself sigh. “You need some rest before you go to work,” he explained his leave and you nodded in agreement, running a hand through your hair. “I’ll call you tomorrow and have an actual conversation, okay?”

“Okay,” you nodded.

“I love you,” he ended the conversation like he always did, smiling despite how much his heart ached for you. He wished he could be there with you, hold you and tell you things were going to be okay because you clearly needed that. You lied about being okay, and he knew you were lying, but you were going to work and he didn’t want to put you in a bad mood by calling you out. He was going to save that conversation for another day, when you didn’t have classes or work to go to or worry about.

“I love you too,” you responded then stayed silent until you heard the dial tone. He hung up and you did the same, putting your phone aside. You sighed and buried your face in your hands, only looking up when you felt Dodger nudge his head into your leg. “How do you do it, Dodger?” You asked the pup, cupping his furry face in your hands. “How do you survive without Chris for months on end? Because it’s hard, like- it’s really fucking hard,” you chuckled to stop yourself from crying. Dodger licked your face when you bent over to kiss his forehead, making you smile. “Yeah, I know I’ve got you and Ava.”

Nine months; two down and seven to go.

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Part 2

Writer’s Block 5.1

Originally posted by moan-s

It’s me again! I’ve been a busy bee with this one. Hope you enjoy the next 2000 words. Mistakes are mine. 


I’m sitting in front of the computer sipping the latte Peeta brought when he stopped by to pick up his phone this morning. He stood in the doorway, his focus divided between my eyes and my lips, and said he wished he could stay, but he had a few touch ups on his art project to finish before the deadline.

I promised him I would work on the next part of our story so he would have something to read over the weekend, so that’s what I’m doing now. I’ve been mulling over how much to parallel between our date and this fictional date I need to write. I’ve changed the name of the restaurant, and instead of Italian it’s Chinese. Is Chinese romantic enough? I really have no idea. I think all food is romantic, but that’s because I don’t have the funds to eat much besides oatmeal and ramen. I have to reuse coffee grounds at least twice a week.

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The Horrorthon *Peter Parker x Reader*

Originally posted by tomshollandss

16 Days of Halloween

Day One: Requested by anon;  Hey Ro! I just had a cute idea for a Halloween themed fic where the reader loves horror movies and one of the boys (i thought maybe peter?) asks her if she wants to have a horror movie marathon bc he thinks she will be scared and he can ‘make a move’ but in the end its the opposite and he is the one getting scared (and maybe he doesn’t really wanna admit it but it ends with a cute confession or idk, you choose ^^) just an idea =P thank you! I hope you have a good week =)
Warnings: Swearing & a Horror gif(s) below the cut
Word: Count:
1403

A/n: I am doing 16 days of Halloween through the month of October, a one-shot will go up every odd number day - hopefully- so, I still need ideas for later days, please, if you have any let me know.

Day Two


All your life you had prefered horror movies. You loved the suspense, the thrill and jump scare it brought you when watching a horror movie. You had a few favourites, mostly the old horror movies are your favourites. Although, the newer horrors, despite being terrible, had great CGI and the actors weren’t entirely bad looking either. You didn’t have many friends that liked horror movies as much as you did, they either found them too scary or too gory to sit through.

“Hey, Y/N!” An excited voice startled you from your thoughts in the library, the librarian shhh’d the excitable boy, Peter Parker. He gave an apologetic smile before looking back at you, “ I have an important question to ask you.” He sits down opposite you, practically shutting your math textbook for you.

You sighed softly. “What’s up, Parker?” You whispered so you didn’t get into any trouble, which was actually difficult since Peter and you usually ended up in detention together.

“It’s Halloween,” You shrugged and chuckled as he rolled his eyes. “So, Ned has gotta take his little sister trick-or-treating and I don’t have anyone to sit through a horrorthon with me!” He exclaimed as silently as possible.

You quirked an eyebrow, “So, I’m Ned’s stand-in? How lovely to be a second thought.” You mused and Peter stuttered to find the correct words, apologising profusely to you. “Peter, shut up. Sure, I’ll join but you better pick some actual scary horrors, got it?” He nodded with a big smile, already jumping up and running off, getting yelled at by the librarian for running too.

You shake your head watching him leave. You had known Peter for a few years, although it was only recently that you both started becoming closer to one another. Admittedly you liked Peter way more than he liked you, you assumed anyway. He was smart, funny and just nice, it’s hard to not fall for him. You did always promise yourself to not hang out alone with him in the case you’d make a fool outta yourself, looks like you were breaking that promise.

**

You nervously knocked on Peter’s apartment door. The door swings open to Aunt May, skeleton plastic mask on but normal clothes and holding a pumpkin shaped bowl with candy filled. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the woman, who lifted the mask to reveal her face and also grinning. For just being Peter’s aunt they did really look one another.

“Hey, Y/N, come inside. Peter has been waiting for you,” she softly patted your shoulder as you walked passed. “PETER!” May yelled, you jumped a little due to her only standing behind you and yelling. Peter’s door swung open, he gave an annoyed look to May but that disappeared to a smile when you awkwardly wave. “Leave the door open, Peter.” May sternly tells him, you see the blush rise on Peter’s cheeks as he glares at May, only making you chuckle as you slip past him into his room.

You see a few blankets set out on his floor along with popcorn, your favourite soda and chocolate. You smile as you unzip your jacket, placing it on the back of Peter’s desk chair and sitting down in front of his television; the menu to Grave Encounters breaking the silence. Peter leaves his bedroom ajar, sitting down beside you.

“Sorry about May,” he sighs clicking play on the movie as you chuckle. “Also, I hope this is scary enough for you. Mj sent a bunch of recommendations from a website because I couldn’t find any.”

“I haven’t seen this, so we shall see.” Peter chuckles lightly.

“If it gets too scary, tell me and I’ll turn it off.” Peter grins, you simply smile and nod lightly. You know you would never do such a thing, you loved horror movies and the more scared you get, the better.

Grave Encounters turned out to be an alright movie, it lacked anything that truly terrified you but it was jumpy and creepy at times. The style of filming had you on edge, but it didn’t have scared… not like Peter was. He jumped at any little noise, shook with fright and you tried to not make it seem like you notice since he was trying to hide it. He’d mutter stuff under his breath when things got intense, subtly look away when he knew something was coming.

If he was scared easily why would he ask you to do a horrorthon? This was only the first movie, you didn’t want Peter to not be sleeping for the next few days or hating you for putting him through these movies.

“Do you wanna turn this off?” You muttered into Peter’s ear, he jumped from just your voice and looked at you. “We can… if you want? I don’t mind.” You smile encouragingly, he shakes his head defiantly.

He grabs a handful of popcorn and shoves them in his mouth, determined to stare at the screen and prove to you, but mostly himself, that he wasn’t scared. “This isn’t even that scary, it’s just jumpy.” He tries to defend.

Not seeing any reason to argue, you nod once. Going back to watch the movie in silence, you try to ignore Peter being scared of the movie and pretend that you are scared at some points too just so he didn’t feel alone. The credits roll and you both sit in darkness, you glance to see Peter regaining his composure.

“So, the second one next, I assume?” You ask lightly and smile as Peter just looks at you.

“Honestly, no,” Peter says in a shaky voice making you raise your eyebrows. “If I have to sit through another movie where hands come through walls, ghosts of an asylum chase people and it is filmed in night vision, I might actually die,” Peter says a tad dramatically but a hint of truth behind his words, you chuckle.

Shaking your head and patting Peter’s back comfortingly. “If you hate horror so much why did you ask me to come over and watch them?”

“Because I thought you’d get scared,” Peter confessed making you frown at the brunette. “Ned said it’s a good way to make a move, I don’t know,” he spoke and shrugged quickly.

You remain silent for a few minutes. “Wait! You thought making me watch horror movies you’d be able to pull a move?” You laughed loudly, Peter huffed and glared, crossing his arms as you tried to stop from laughing but only failing. “I’m sorry but that’s so funny.”

“You could’ve said you liked horror movies, too much.” Peter teases.

“Hey, I’m not the one that jumped when they got a text.” You held your hands up in mock surrender, Peter pouted at that. “I won’t tell anyone… If you’ll kiss me.” Peter’s eyes got wide as your smile, “I mean, that seems like a fair deal and you did invite me over for that.”

It’s completely silent in Peter’s bedroom, you could hear Peter’s breathing pick up. The faint glow from the TV made it so you could see Peter’s face, he blushed and looked nervous, and you knew you were already blushing too. He lifted a hand to cup your heated cheeks before leaning over the popcorn, pressing his lips to yours softly. He tasted of the buttered popcorn and cherry soda, his hand warmed your cheek and his thumb stroked just under your eyes softly. Peter pulled away all too quickly, blushing even more if that was possible.

You grin at Peter, who smiles shyly back.

“Sorry, we’ve run out of candy-” Aunt May bursts into the room, the hallway light streaming into the room and you both pull away from one another in an instant. “I’ve got like five kids at the door, so I’m taking this.” She grabs the chocolate, plus the popcorn bowl, rushing back out of the room and back towards the front door.

You look back at Peter, he’s already looking at you with wide eyes for almost getting caught kissing in his bedroom in the dark. You both break out into fits of giggles, hardly controlling yourselves.

“So, Grave Encounters 2?” You asked holding the case, Peter gives you blank stare before rolling his eyes. “I’ll protect you, I promise.” You nudge, kissing his cheek before putting the next horror movie in, cuddling into his side.

(This is going to kill me. 24 Days of Christmas killed me, this is going to kill me. If I miss a day, or it’s late, I am deeply sorry but just I imagine scheduling will be bad because I am busy this month. I’ll try my hardest. - Rosalie)


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We don’t like each other tag || Danisnotonfire

A/N: So this is an idea I had some time ago. I decided to write it and upload it today. I think it’s the longest imagine I have ever written. I hope you don’t mind.

Word count: 1,8 K

Summery: Dan and Y/N are both youtubers who meet again for a very special video. Love/Hate 

“Hey lovelies” I smiled and waved towards the camera that I had set up in front of my bed. It was my usual filming location but something was different today. I still wasn’t sure if my idea was a terrible or an incredibly good one.

“Today I have a little different video for you.” I excitedly exclaimed although my stomach was twisting and turning. I was so nervous I thought I’d throw up right onto the lens of my Canon.

“I have a special guest here. It’s someone who you would have never expected to see on this channel. Believe me, I’m kinda shocked, too. Anyways please welcome Dan Howell aka danisnotonfire” I announced to my viewers.

Dan suddenly jumped into the picture frame, smiling towards the camera.

“Hello Internet.” he said, trying hard not to cringe.

Stupid nostalgic signature phrase. Dan sat down on the bed next to me, careful to not let our bodies touch while doing so. I took a quick glance at him. He was wearing a jumper with zippers on his shoulders. What a dump invention. It seemed like he got even taller since the last time I had seen him, but that was impossible. Freaking giant.

“So the reason for our surprising collaboration is that I came up with a new Youtube video idea.

It’s called the ‘We don’t like each other tag'”

Dan couldn’t hide a slight smile as I said that.

“Great idea.” Dan sarcastically whispered under his breath, knowing well enough that I could hear him. Loud and clear. Asshole.

I shot him a warning look before I continued talking to the camera.

“What you don’t know is that me and Dan have known each other for a really long time. We actually went to the same kindergarten, primary school and high school.” I told my viewers.

Dan nodded. “Yeah, we have sadly known each other for that long.”

I snorted through my nose, enraged. He just sat there and cockily grinned.

“Right. So during all those years Dan got taller and even more arrogant but one thing didn’t change.

We never liked each other.” I explained.

Although that wasn’t entirely true. There was a time when we could stand each other quite well. That moment lasted for 10 seconds.

“Didn’t like is such an understatement. We hated each other.” Dan added, like the know-it-all he has always been.

For the split of a second I felt hurt sting in my chest, like a mean bee had made it’s way to my heart.

I shook it off and reminded myself that I had hated him too. I still do.

“So I have prepared a few question that we are going to ask each other. I thought they’d be fun or hard to do. It’s basically like the ‘Best friend tag’ just played with your biggest enemy.”

I had written questions on slips of paper and put them all into bowl. I gulped hard as I took the first slip out.

“What’s your favourite physical feature about each other ?” I read out loud.

Why I’m a doing this ?! That’s such a stupid question. Why did I write that down. Oh yeah, because I wanted to know his answer to it.

I eyed him up and down as if I had to search for something decent looking about him. I had spent my whole childhood with him. His chocolate brown eyes, his fluffy hair, or his damn dimples, yes I was well acquainted with those features.

“I guess your face is alright.” I answered nonchalantly, although I was actually sitting on needles. My hands were sweaty and my heart racing. Alright was such an understatement.

“Thanks.” Dan smirked and started to check me out.

I felt his streaking eyes travel over my body. His gaze made me feel vulnerable and insure, just like the shy me back in high school. Dan’s eyes landed on my chest. Although I wasn’t showing a lot of cleavage his eyes were glued to my breasts.

He cheekily grinned.

“I guess my favourite physical feature of yours have to be your boobs.” he told me completely unashamed.

Dan took a last glance at my chest before he said. “Boobs, yeah definitely.”

I rolled my eyes, totally infuriated.

Now it was his turn to reach into the bowl and pick a question.

“We don’t you like each other ?” He read out loud,with his posh British accent that reminded me of our home town.

Well that sounded like a question that could simply be answered, right ? Wrong.

I breathed in deeply.

“Your oh so sweet danisnotonfire ripped all my doll’s heads off in kindergarten.”

I stated jokingly, knowing that it wasn’t a legit argument.

Dan couldn’t stop himself from laughing at the memory. His laugh sounded through my Londoner apartment, it hadn’t changed a single bit.

“Your revenge was to push me into some bushes on the way home, remember?” Dan asked still laughing and I couldn’t help but join in. But things got way too serious way too soon again.

“In primary school Dan told everyone I had a contagious disease and nobody talked to me for a week.” I hissed, remembering all the pointing fingers and disgusted faces my friends made. He has always been mean and I never knew why.

“Wow, I was a genius even back then.” Dan said with a smirk. “Let’s not forget that you poured water onto my lap and told everyone I had wet myself a week after.” His voice sounded hurt. I bet his week wasn’t really amusing either, having everyone thing he still wets his pants.

Well, looks like I wasn’t the nicest little girl either. My actions where always based on revenge though. Never had I ever started one of our fights. I just made sure that Dan wouldn’t run over me completely. Compared to high school those years where the easy ones. Our biggest rivalry hadn’t even started yet.

As soon as we touched the topic we started shouting all of the things we did to each other in high school into each others faces. That list was long and I still hadn’t forgiven him for some of his actions.

We were both in wild rage. If we were not in our twenties I bet we would have already picked a physical fight.

“You embarrassed me in front of my crush.” I shouted, my cheeks flustered.

“He never talked to me again.”

“Oh really ? Because I heard you blew him in the bathroom stall two days later.” Dan spat into my face.

My eyes widened in shock. Sudden disgust filled my veins. Blood was rushing to my cheeks. I evilly glared at Dan who was sitting opposite me now.

“How dare you accuse me of that, you stupid prick. Who the fuck even told you that ?” I hissed,my eyes were formed to slits by now.

“You didn’t ?!” Dan suddenly asked completely surprised and dumbfounded.

I shook my head in disbelief.

“Of course not. You were the one who always told me that I’m a lame prude !” I shouted on top of my lungs. Anger was pulsing through my veins. I should have really named it 'The we hate each other tag’  Yes, I did hate Dan Howell, everybody’s favourite Youtuber.

Dan had grown silent, although I wasn’t done yet. I was way to mad to notice that the camera was still recording. I didn’t notice that the way he looked at me had changed either.

“Do you actually know what hurt me most ? Do you even realize why I actually hated you in high school, Daniel Howell ? It fucking hurt when you kissed me behind the bike shed but invited my best friend to prom.” I wasn’t even screaming anymore. My voice was low and reproachful. Tears were welling in my eyes. I couldn’t believe that I actually, after all those years, opened up and told him.

“It was such a dick move of yours and it hurt so bad.” I whispered tears streaming down my face.

Dan stared at me like a lightning had hit him. His mouth was slightly opened, as if he was searching for the right words to say.

“Wait, you liked me ?!” Dan asked plain panic written all over his face.

“You idiot ! Of course I did, why else would I push you into the freaking bushes?!” I shouted between sobs.

“That doesn’t make sense at all !” He exclaimed, his eyes worriedly flickering to the salty tears that rolled down my cheeks.

“Wait again, so when I kissed you behind the bike shed you actually.. like wanted me to ?” he asked confused. As my hot tears had reached my chin I wiped them away with the back of my hand.

“I had waited for you to kiss me since I knew what kissing was. What for god’s sake made you think I didn’t ?” I confessed for the first time in my life. Damn, yes. I wanted him to kiss me so bad.

Dan started shaking his head. He ran his huge hands through his fluffy brown hair.

“No, no, no. You can’t be telling me that you liked me ?! I still remember when I finally found all the courage to kiss you that day. You had to stand on your tiptoes to reach my face and it was our first kiss ever. I was shaking so hard that I nearly missed your mouth. Afterwards I was so scared. I thought you hated me for kissing you ! I’m sorry, I should have never asked your friend out. I just thought you were way out of my league.”

Dan was totally devastated when he realized what he had done and what future he had destroyed. He buried his head into his hands, whispering “I am such an ass.” again and again.

“Daniel, I would very much enjoy kissing you.” I heard myself say. Seconds later Dan’s head shot up and he looked at me with wide eyes. I shot him an assuring smile before he carefully cupped my cheeks with his large palms. My eyes shot close and then finally he crashed his lips onto mine and set fireworks off in my body. They exploded in my chest and the pit of my stomach, sending a tingly feeling through my inside. I had seen and felt that overwhelming firework before. About 8 years ago, when we kissed for the first time behind the bike shed. Since then I have waited for that sensation to return. It finally did.

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Notes

Whew, it’s been a while since I’ve written a fic for these two cuties!


Ever since he had met Plagg and started his life as a Miraculous Holder, Adrien Agreste hadn’t been surprised by many things anymore. I mean, let’s face it, if a cat-like creature called a ‘Kwami’ suddenly shows up in your room and tells you that you’re destined to be a superhero, nothing can surprise you anymore.

Or so he thought. It just happened that there was someone who managed to surprise him time and time again.

And her name was Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

He’d always had a soft spot for the girl, don’t ask him how or why, but he considered her his second real friend (losing only to Nino). That alone earned her a pretty high place in his heart, but then there was the other thing, and he believed it to be purely instinctual, but just the mere thought of her being in any type of harm made his heart pound and stomach churn. That’s the feeling that confused him, since he didn’t even feel that way with Ladybug! (Although that may be because he was well-aware that the masked girl could protect herself just fine)

But that’s just it. Any person who would give Marinette no more than a sideways glance would consider her someone who needed to be protected- frail, even. She was just that kind-hearted and optimistic, and anyone with those qualities was bound to be either naive or too kind for their own good.

But Marinette would debunk that stereotype the second you even thought of her in that way.

She was stubborn, fierce, and stood for what she believed in. Not to mention that she was surprisingly strong and quick on her feet, too. In short, the entire opposite of what she appeared to be at first.

Take right now, for example. Adrien - and he was almost one hundred percent certain everyone else - was staring in complete and utter shock at what was happening right in front of his very eyes. The only one who didn’t seem all that surprised was Alix, but that was just because she was enjoying this way too much to let her bewilderment overshadow it.

Even Alya- who claimed to know the aspiring designer inside and out -was staring at the two with surprise in her eyes. Even so, she still had the mind to whip out her phone and film this 'legendary’ occurrence.

The whole classroom had been cleared for both Kim and Marinette; tables and chairs had been pushed all the way to the back of the room except for two of them, which had been centered in the middle of the class so that everyone could stand around them and watch clearly as the two classmates tried to one-up each other.

The arm-wrestle match hadn’t been planned or anything, it just had been one of the spontaneous matches between Kim and Alix as usual. After their match, however, everyone had been surprised to see Marinette actually challenging Kim to go against her and see who was stronger, actually getting annoyed when he claimed he would go easy on her.

But now it had been made pretty clear that that was a terrible idea on Kim’s part.

He was clearly struggling, and Adrien was certain that he spotted sweat droplets on the other boy’s forehead.

Lê Chiến Kim was actually struggling to hold his own in an arm wrestling match.

Marinette was actually winning.

But that wasn’t all, they had all seen Alix beat him in arm wrestling a couple of times before, so the fact that a girl was beating him wasn’t that big of a deal to them; even if it was someone as unexpected as Marinette.

No, the surprising thing was the amount of effort she was putting into it- or, better yet, the lack of effort.

She was holding Kim’s hand tightly in her own with ease, a soft smile on her lips as she just watched him struggle, her other hand supporting her head. Her smile wasn’t mocking or anything, it wasn’t even cocky, it just wasn’t in her personality to taunt or humiliate her opponent like that.

No, her smile was the same kind and gentle smile that all of them knew and were accustomed to. Adrien tried not to think too much of the fact that it had his heart pounding in his chest.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, Marinette’s smile turned soft. “Sorry, Kim,” she said, her grin widening. “Looks like I won.”

And with that, her grip on his hand tightened as she turned her wrist and slammed his hand down onto the table.

The class went silent, and it took a while before they managed to snap out of their shock.

Kim was the first one to react. He calmly got up from his chair and walked up to her with a proud and impressed smile on his face. “Nicely done, Mari!” He praised, head tilted down so he could properly look at her with his towering height. “Who’d have thought you’d be able to beat me? I’m impressed.” He quickly slipped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer so he could ruffle her hair playfully, which had her struggling and protesting in his grip.

Meanwhile, the green-eyed model was still staring at the sweet and somewhat shy girl in complete awe.

It were moments like these that had Adrien questioning his sanity.


Note Number #1: Marinette Dupain-Cheng was extremely kind.

Note Number #2: Marinette Dupain-Cheng was brave.

Note Number #3: Marinette Dupain-Cheng was insanely strong for a girl her age and weight.

Note Number #4: Marinette Dupain-Cheng had very quick reflexes.

Note Number #5: Marinette Dupain-Cheng was a pro at gaming.

Note Number #6: Marinette Dupain-Cheng had the agility of a circus monkey.

Okay, yes, Adrien had resorted to taking mental notes of Marinette. In his defense, he had been completely unaware that he was doing it, and by the time he realized it; he was already down to four.

Gym class was one of the blond’s favorite classes. It was the one time where he could just play and run around and actually have fun. The best part was that he didn’t even have to be Chat Noir to do it. It was also the place where he could let his competitive spirit run free, and he’d taken note of the fact that his competitive side always happened to surface when they were playing in teams and a certain black haired girl with pigtails was in the opposite team.

And he was again taking notes of something Marinette-related. If he didn’t watch himself, it was going to become a habit.

He was just glad that he wasn’t actually writing them down. That was when he’d need to start worrying.

Surprisingly enough, gym was the only class where she was able to form a coherent sentence while in his presence. He guessed that her competitive side was big enough to rival his, since the normally stuttering and blushing girl would go as far as challenging and making bets with him whenever they were the two last standing- which seemed to happen a lot.

Adrien did feel a bit like he was cheating, since all his running around Paris as Chat Noir tended to enhance his physical attributes as himself too.

Still, he found himself not caring one bit whenever Marinette was the one standing across the room from him.

Huh, maybe he needed to make a list about himself too, since he kept learning new things about himself whenever the topic was either Marinette or Ladybug.

The moment Adrien had walked into the room, he felt himself getting excited when he spotted the monkey bars set up for them to swing on. He had half a mind to just run up and leap across them in a cat-like fashion, but that would both be too obvious and just plain embarrassing.

From the corner of his eye, he spotted flaming brown hair entering the room and he turned because whenever Alya got out of the changing room, Marinette was close by- and damn it, was he really paying that much attention to her?!

At this rate, he’d need counseling 'cause this was turning obsessive.

Another thing to add to Adrien’s list of weird characteristics.

In the middle of the girls’ conversation, Marinette looked up and her eyes lit up when she spotted the monkey bars, her smile almost brightening the room and Adrien was almost sure that he was blushing. He couldn’t help it, the look on her face was simply adorable.

Seriously, this was becoming worrying. At this rate, he’d forget all about Ladybug since his focus was entirely on Marinette. Still, he didn’t feel as panicked as he should have been, and that little detail alone should’ve already told him enough.

From the way his blush darkened, he knew damn well just what was going on.

He got snapped out of his thoughts when the teacher called for his attention. “Adrien! Marinette! You’re up!”

He blinked and looked up to see Juleka and Sabrina walking back to the bench, the purple-haired girl quick to pull her fingerless gloves back over her hands after having to take them off for the monkey bars.

The task was simple, swing across the bars as fast as you could and try to get there before the other had. To put it simply, it was a race on monkey bars.

The two of them walked up to the bars, both teens having a good mood about this particular assignment. Adrien glanced beside him and shot the girl a smile. “Ready?”

Surprisingly enough, she met his stare head on with a smirk. “Think you can keep up?”

Her words just prompted a smirk of his own and he was sure that his green eyes were shining in cat-like mischief. “Oh, we’ll see about that, P-” He stopped there, dangerously close to saying Princess and it occurred to him that it was just way too easy to slip into his Chat Noir persona without even being aware of it.

Seriously, he was taking mental notes of all the peculiar qualities of a certain interesting girl, but failed to make note of the important things that could protect his identity.

After this, he was so writing everything down to clear his head.

The teacher gave the signal, and the two of them simultaneously jumped onto the bars, swinging across with speed that had their classmates blinking twice and rubbing their eyes to make sure that they were seeing it right.

Adrien, however, was feeling a bit troubled.

All this - swinging and laughing, even making bets with Marinette - it all felt so familiar. The sense of déjà vu being enough for his concentration to slip and one of his hands to accidentally let go of the bars. He was quick to grab hold again, but that short moment of hesitation was enough for Marinette to get ahead of him, reaching the end quickly and jumping off with a small flip, her agile and graceful movements doing nothing but worsening his déjà vu to the point where it was becoming maddening because he couldn’t figure it out.

He landed beside her just seconds after, using the same technique as her, but whereas hers was more graceful, his was a lot more carefree and playful.

She smirked up at him playfully. “Looks like I won after all, K-” She stopped, her pretty sky blue eyes going completely blank as whatever she was just about to say seemed to shock her into silence. Her eyes locked on him, narrowing for a second before she shook her head and her eyes cleared up again. Whatever she just had been thinking was just too ridiculous to be true, either way, Adrien could clearly see that it must’ve been a worrying thought for her to slip into silence like that.

His mind flashed back to how easy it was for him to slip into his Chat Noir persona when talking to her, and he wondered if she had picked up on it too.

Damn it, he knew that visiting her sometimes as Chat Noir was a bad idea.

“Congrats!” He smiled, figuring that changing the topic was his best option at the moment, and he made sure to get rid of any trace of Chat this time as he talked. “Maybe I’ll be the one to beat you next time.”

His voice had turned playful again at the end, and Adrien realized just how little self-control he had when around her.

It seemed to work though, since she looked up at him with a smile that equaled his as she responded. “We’ll see about that.”

Note Number #7: Marinette Dupain-Cheng was a very competitive person.

Her smile turned soft, and Adrien found his heart skipping a beat, and he regrettably had to add another note to his list.

Note Number #8: Adrien Agreste was completely and utterly screwed because he had fallen hard for Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Chance Encounters

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Prompt: “It’s Friday night! We should be out, I don’t know, partying with the homies.”
Pairing: Jared x Reader
Word Count: 1,693
Warnings: none?
A/N: For my debut back from hiatus I decided to go with some Jared! I barely have any on my master list so I’m trying to change that lol. This is also the first fic in my series of one shots for my two year blogiversary challenge, this one being the quote from Gilmore Girls! Hope you guys like it! Anyway, feedback for this is awesome! :)

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From Eden: Ch. I

There are things that put one to sleep and things that keep them awake, despite all other intentions. The world is split into these things and nothing else. Even when tired and even when looking for reasons to wake, somethings just don’t work. It was the flopping of pages onto the floor that startled Lexa awake despite her deep and unending need for more, despite the battle of both categories raging in her head. That and the sun that she tried to burrow against into her pillows. That and the tingling numbness that shot through her arm as it moved around in her bed as she tried to adjust. The sounds of morning started to filter into her awareness as she rubbed her arm, hoping to get life enough back into it as it was accompanied by grumbles of protest and utter complaint.

Weary and sore, Lexa sat up in bed and pushed her hair around. The bed, though her own, felt foreign and new once more while at the same time holding the faintest feeling of something she remembered. Four months in a hotel in Nebraska had nothing on the view from her bed at home. A month before that bouncing around world promoting meant a host of beds that each took a familiarity away from this moment. Beach and sunshine were a wall here for her, and from her bed, Lexa tried to remember that this is where she was now, at least until she finished reading and chose the next location.

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power. grace. wisdom. wonder.

Okay, so. After 800 years (and already falling super, SUPER in love with Diana) I finally saw the dang movie.

And you guys.

YOU GUYS.

Obviously, I’m probably not going to say anything terribly new in this, given that I am unavoidably late to the party, but once the film ended and the credits started rolling, my sister and I sat there for a solid minute or so (with tears streaming down my face, basically) collecting ourselves before we even thought about leaving. I just wanted to sit there and be with it a little while longer, because. Holy shit. Just. This movie, okay.

This movie.

(Obviously, spoilers ahead, mateys.)

I don’t recall a single instant where I was bored, my attention was wandering, I was like, “Just get on with the damn story already,” or otherwise less than completely enthralled with what was going on (even as someone who doesn’t watch much/any DC stuff). I cried for the first time about, oh, thirty seconds in, and several times thereafter. I cried when there was a shot of Antiope looking powerful as hell, broad-shouldered, strong, when this incredibly capable warrior woman actually looked like she could legitimately kick your ass, and not like a waif or a pixie. I cried when I saw Diana for the first time. I cried when Diana went to get the sword, because how many times have we seen the movie where the man is given the magical sword and becomes the hero? (And then of course, later on, it turns out that the sword isn’t what is special, she is.) I cried during No Man’s Land, because obviously I did. I cried during the whole ending sequence, because also I obviously did.

Saying this was an important movie to me almost sounds cheap, but I don’t know any better way to put it. It just… wow. I feel like I need to watch it again (and I am the WORST about seeing movies in the cinema). There was just so much there: thematically, visually, character-wise, story-wise. So much that I loved and so much that hit me in the face (and the heart).

(I want to marry Gal Gadot like, even more than I already did, which was so much. I literally could not take my eyes off her the entire time.)

Diana and Steve were absolutely delightful. They played off each other so well, with Diana the serious “straight man” (or rather woman) convinced of her own lofty purpose (and struggling when it seems she’s been deprived of it) and Steve functioning as the skeptical observer/voice of the ridiculous/’so that’s cool” note of levity that the movie needed (and I was surprised and very pleased at how funny it was). One of my favorite things was how the movie managed to play Diana’s entrance into our world both for humor and without making her the butt of the joke – in other words, it never pointed and laughed at her ignorance. It found it charming, just as Steve did, and likewise, we have seen the movies where the (male) hero enters a new world and gets to stare at its oddity. Here, we have Diana experiencing the strangeness and charm of a department store, a cafe and a winter evening in the middle of the war, dancing with someone she liked, and otherwise getting to see the small magic of our own world with new eyes, even for a demi-goddess from a pseudo-heavenly realm. Those scenes had such a lovely bit of enchantment and enjoyment to them, when it would have been so easy to make them cynical.

The boat scene with Diana and Steve leaving Themyscira was sheer genius (and I seem to recall reading that they improvised most of that) as was the bath scene, and of course the end. Jfc. When he’s pointing the gun into the hold of the plane, trying to work up the courage to die, and you know that he manages to go through with it because of her – because as he tells her, he can save today, but she can save the world, and he needs to let her be the one to do that. Even when she’s angry at him beforehand, he still tries to help her, tells her what the smoke signals are and to follow them to find Ludendorff. He never tries to cut her down or diminish her (and him using the lasso on himself + “this is a terrible idea, we will probably die” = also genius).

Also, the backup team was an Indian, a drunk Scotsman with PTSD, and a Turkish man, and every single one of them were given poignant and genuine moments??? Chief gets to talk about how the Indians have been driven out of their lands. Charlie can’t manage to shoot the sniper, and yet Diana later asks who will sing for them if he leaves – she values him for his talents and for his possibility of a life beyond war, she doesn’t blame him for failing in crunch time. Sameer gets to point out that he can’t be who he wants to be because he was born the wrong color, and there is nothing he can do about that. This team of marginalized people, working together to change the world for the better despite all the odds against them – I mean. Wow.

When the Ares reveal happened, I literally whispered, “I knew it I knew it I knew it” three times under my breath, because I suspected that guy from the start. I just felt as if the Clearly Psychotic German General ™ was too obvious a candidate and there was a twist coming, and when he died utterly anticlimactically (although I was proud of Diana for doing it) I was like… welp, VINDICATED, NOW THE SHIT IS ACTUALLY GOING TO GO DOWN, I KNEW IT WAS EVIL REMUS LUPIN, and it was. So yes.

As I said, I feel as if I have to watch this movie in the theater again at least one, and then several times thereafter. I cannot believe that in in the year of our lord 2017 this is somehow the first female superhero movie directed by a woman, and frankly, I don’t know why we have to keep accepting mediocre manpain movies in any genre otherwise. It was an action movie, a love story (both in a romantic sense and in terms of Diana’s own actions/arc), a comedy, a tragedy, a fantasy, a superhero origin story, a social commentary, a war movie – as I said, there was just so much of it. It was such a rich tapestry of a story and it fitted together so brilliantly. All the questions it managed to raise about the nature of war and humanity, love and darkness, the people we are born as and the people we choose to be, the fallacy of “deserving” to be saved, and to do this in a way that is both deeply genuine and which isn’t overly naive, when Steve tells Diana that he wishes it was as simple as just killing one bad guy to make it all stop… I mean. That is hard. And they pulled it off amazingly.

In not-really-short, my life has been changed. I want another three movies, I want Diana to have a girlfriend (because I will cry my damn eyes out if I get to see this beautiful, powerful, gentle heroine being actually bisexual on screen), and I also want for all movies ever to be like this, basically. 

I am going to be thinking about this for a very long time.

anonymous asked:

I really like the idea of a Yandere stalking their crush, only to see that their crush is depressed and living in an abusive household. Angry, the Yandere takes their crush to live with them because they will make the crush happy <3 (also maybe killing their parents) >u<

I follow your Facebook.
I have your Twitter, Instagram.
I follow you on Tumblr,
I know your DeviantArt (Even though it seems unused.)

Refresh. Refresh. Notification. Read, screenshot, refresh. 

You changed your What’sapp picture. Screenshot. You’re beautiful.

I have spend hours online searching for pieces of information of you. I have found out who you spend time with, and I have found out who they are. 
Oh, social media, what a time to be alive. I know where you live. You are intelligent, I know you are (that is one of the reasons I love you), so your adres is nowhere to be found. But your mother’s is. Partly, that is.

Training suit. Hair pulled back into a bun, hood up. No make-up, changing my walk. Broader, masculine. Invisible.

I have followed you around. Social media doesn’t care to reveal where you are. I read anything you post. See the backgrounds of the pictures. Nature, usually, like flowering trees in a park. He was a photographer.

Pokémon Go. You are team red. Red, the colour of love, the colour of rage. I know your username. You use it online, too. I have been able to trace you, gym to gym, but never dared to follow you into streets where no stops or gyms were to be found, scared of discovery. Until that one day. That day, is today.

“Come back home! You’ve been gone for hours!”

He was taken by the arm.

“All you do is walk around with that stupid phone of yours!”

He was ‘guided’ home, he did not struggle. I could do nothing but watch. I knew the woman, it was his mother. I knew where she worked. I knew her age, how she had cheated on his father with another man. Oh, she hadn’t been spared online. She had tried to play the victim. Unfaithful, sinful. One of those femmenazi’s hating men, you know. 

Thanks to her however, I was able to finally know where he lived. Both were too busy to notice me. Number 3. His house was on a corner of the street. The houses where grey and sad. Gardens where small, not too well-kept. Curtains where closed, no one cared to look outside to the mother and child. I kept close to the walls. I did not want to be seen by either the mother or by him as I took a closer look into their relationship.


He met me under a yellow gym for the first time. I wore a skirt, nice shirt and my hair was flowing. I took good care of myself. 

“Are you playing Pokémon?” He asked.

I nodded. 

“I am team red, what about you?”

“I am also Valor. Are you maybe Ranger101?”

“How did you know?” 

“I see that name everywhere. You must be active. Is it okay if we take over some gyms together?”

“Sure! What is your name, if I may ask?”

“PfefferMuffin.”

He gave me a smile and looked at his phone.

“That’s a good name. Let’s make it redder and… Better.”


She was late. She walked out with the same colleague’s as usual. Chatting, laughing. I was too far to hear it but in my mind it sounded evil, like a villain from old films. I couldn’t feel anything however, I was not scared or nervous, but terribly calm. The colleague’s and she parted ways. She was the one who walked to work while the rest lived too far to do so (I checked where they lived. Older people seemed to not really get privacy settings on Facebook)

She had worked a late shift and I could see from her walk she was tired. She decided to go through the park that connected your house and her work. Searching in her bag she found the box of cigarettes, lighted one, inhaled the smoke, exhaled. 

Ricinus communis. A plant originally from the tropics. Nowadays the plant grows in all area’s of the world as it is sometimes planted in parks as a decorative plant. The castorbean comes from this plant and the oil from it is used in a whole lot of stuff, from food, to biodiesel and medicines. But this is not everything.
The beans of the Ricinus communis also produce a seed of which the lethal chemical Ricin can be produced. And that is exactly what I’ve done. 

After she was done she threw the cigarette on the ground and left it burning. She headed home. I checked my phone, refreshed, and sighed at the lack of updates. I waited for her to be out of sight before I took the plastic bag from my bag and picked up the cigarette she had thrown on the ground. It was all in motion now.


First day she went to work.

Second day she went home earlier.
Fever, coughing. Suspecting a cold.

Third day she was sleeping all morning. Told him to stay away because she was not in the mood to deal with him.

He was a little worried. 

I was waiting with my car outside. The houses grey and sad. Curtains closed, but the sun shone in a blue sky promising a beautiful future. I called his phone. 

“Hey, want to come to my place again?”

“My mother is sick… She tells me to go away but I am worried.”

“I am already at your place.”

The curtains from his living room opened and I waved. He came outside and opened the car door and got on the passenger seat. 

“Let’s go.” He said.


I haven’t let go since that time. He came home twice after getting in the car with me that day. First time he discovered his mother cold in the next morning. I had made sure he would not be able to get her help in time. We watched a film, we went out for dinner. We made love after we got intoxicated by the wine and flow of our emotions, craving for lust and closeness took hold of us both. Second time was to gather his belongings and anything of worth. 

We attended the funeral together. There wasn’t a lot of family left that he or his mother had contact with so it was rather small. Even though he had told me in private how he had been abused through his childhood and how dysfunctional his family had been after his little’s sister death, he told me he thought of family as important, still. He didn’t have that many friends. He is a sensitive guy, that is why he was never to stand up for himself.

A few days later I told him I saw him as family, but not that I would use or abuse him in any way. After a long and gentle conversation I was able to convince him to stay and live with me instead of alone.

“I will always be on your side.”
“You will never have to be alone when you feel lonely.”
“Financially it would also be good… I have an apartment and a car, I think it’s okay for you to use it.”
“I love you. I am so happy when I am by your side.”

They never found out that it was me who did it. Ricin leaves nearly no traces and the edema in the lungs was blamed on a bad heart. Her veins and heart were bad after all, genetically and she was a smoker. No further investigation was put in place. Now my mission is to make him the happiest he can be.


The Cat is Out of the Bag

Robert Downey Jr. x Reader oneshot, written by @clareae 

  • trigger: Just all around fluffff!
  • word count: 1928
  • summary: AU: Robert is single and reader is an actress who is not originally from United States. Reader is one of Hollywood’s leading actresses and she finally landed a role with Robert Downey Jr. The movie’s casting is on 2015, but since Robert had commitments to Marvel (filming Civil War and also doing press tours), filming had to be postponed to 2016. Post-production was done by December 2016 and the release of the movie was on 2017. Everyone loved the chemistry between the two of you, but little did they know, more things are going on behind the scenes.
  • a/n: It baffles me how there are so little RDJ fanfics out there. And I’ve written so much Tony in the past few days (including the upcoming ICMYLM! Who’s excited?). Although I have no regrets, I thought I’d mix stuff up; so have a Robert Downey Jr. one shot (: because RDJ and Tony are basically the same person, haha. 

Robert was offered a role in his friend’s–the director’s–new romance movie. But even if he wasn’t interested, the director would love for him to become the producer of this movie. It has been a while since Robert starred in a simple romance movie; although he was intrigued, he was also a bit hesitant. But he agreed to produce it, so he thought he’d come to one of the auditions to see if he really wanted the lead role. Since he had already read the script and he had about half an hour he decided to read lines with some of the actresses.

He had already watched six actresses and read lines with three until you came in. He decided to read lines with you too, and after a few lines he was actually pleased with the chemistry sparking between the two of you. He also purposely did a few improvisations, and he was impressed by how you were able to keep up.

Just after you left, Robert said to the director, “I’m in if she’s in.” And just like that, you were his new co-star and your life changed in a whirlwind after that.


You were standing in front of the mirror, holding your hair up as your stylist clasped the dainty gold necklace around your neck, when there’s a knock on the door followed by a notice from a stage crew, “Five minutes to Mr. Downey’s air, Miss (Y/L/N).” Although you were joining Robert for the interview after his individual one with Ellen, you told the crew you needed to see him before he went on.

“I’ll be right there,” you called. You exited the room soon after and saw Robert already standing in the backstage area, talking to a crew.

“Hey,” he greeted you, giving your cheek a kiss.

This was the second interview that will promote the movie just before the it is released in theatres, and you and Robert both were invited to the Ellen Show. Although it wasn’t your first time being here, you still get nervous on talk shows–afraid you’re going to say something you shouldn’t or trip when you enter.

“Nervous?” He asked.

“A tiny bit, but nothing I can’t handle,” you smiled as you slipped something into the inner pocket of his suit jacket and winked. He smiled knowingly, and then Ellen announced Robert’s name. He walked into the studio and you sat down on the chair provided while you watched him have the interview, talking about his personal life, work, and his take on this movie as producer and lead role. Then after it was done, they went to commercial break.

After they were back, Ellen finally announced your name. You gathered your confidence and walked out of the backstage, waving at the audience and gave Ellen a hug and kiss before Robert, and then sat down on the sofa next to him.

“Hi! Good to see you!” Ellen began.

“Good to see you. Thank you for having me,” you replied.

“Yeah, glad to be here too,” Robert joined in, earning a small laugh from the audience.

 “So, you two are here to promote the movie. Tell us what the movie is about,” she prompted.

“You wanna take this?” Robert asked you.

You shook your head, “No, you go,” you told him, your voice low.

Just before Robert spoke, Ellen interrupted for a bit, “Wait, why don’t you want to tell the story?” She asked you, causing you to laugh. “Are you ashamed of it…or?” The host pressed on with her signature mischievous smile.

Recovering from your laugh you said, “No, no. It’s nothing like that. It’s just that-,” you paused to giggle a bit and then continued, “I do such a terrible job at explaining it. I give away things I shouldn’t give away, or when I try to be vague, people ended up not understanding it. So it’s always his job to explain it,” you explained.

As always, Robert did a good job at explaining things. It’s vague, and mostly people wouldn’t completely get it until they watch it but they understand the general idea, and he’s doing so much better than you would have.

“See, I don’t get that,” Ellen joked and shook her head, causing the entire studio to laugh. 

“Well, that’s why you have to go see the movie,” Robert shrugged.

“That’s true,” Ellen replied. “Now, (Y/N), you’ve played several movies before, how is this movie different to the ones you’ve starred in before? I mean, we talked about this with Robert a while ago; obviously, it’s different than playing Iron Man. What about you?” She asked.

“Well, I’ve done drama and romance movies, but I’ve also done action-packed movies before too; spy, sci-fi, thriller…” you were interrupted by Robert a little bit,

“Yeah, and I’m Iron Man,” the man declared, getting hoots and cheers from the audience.

You chuckled before continuing, “It’s different from those because with these types of movies, you don’t shoot in front of a green screen that much–if not, at all–and you don’t get as many bruises,” you said, earning a chuckle from Robert who seem to be able to relate. “And since you are always face-to-face with a real life human…” you glanced at your co-star. “The expressions are easier to get right because they’re natural. You don’t have to fake-cry or fake-scream at a dummy that will be put in CGI later.”

“Not that you didn’t fake cry in this movie,” he hinted.

“That’s true,” you nodded to him.

“Now he’s the one giving away stuff,” Ellen pointed at Robert, causing the two of you to laugh.

“And there’s a lot of improv in this…this movie,” Robert continued, and you nodded in agreement. “Because, you know, you want to get the right chemistry and the right emotions, so sometimes you just gotta say things that are not in the script. The first time she auditioned, she did this improv thing with me and it turned out really great. That’s why I wanted her in this movie,” Robert told the story of your first encounter together.

“Well then you have him to thank for the role,” Ellen said to you, pointing to Robert again.

“Yes, I do. I’ve told him that several times,” you nodded.

“But you know she was already incredible from the start. She was already up there, you know? Top three candidate for this movie,” Robert said.

“But his opinion is what sealed the deal,” you added, placing a hand on his lap and Robert just smiled sheepishly. You knew the bigger part of why the directors cast you for the movie was because Robert wanted you to be there, or else someone else could’ve been in your shoes, and the whirlwind turn that is your life would have been experienced by someone else.

“Hey, by the way, I saw that your family is in town,” Ellen started up a new topic.

“They are!” You got excited talking about your family. “They came to see the movie,” you said. That wasn’t completely the reason why they were here, but you weren’t obligated to share everything.

“Yeah. Uh huh,” Ellen nodded with suspicion. “They’re not here for like…anything else?” She asked.

The question caused your heart to skip a beat, but you had to maintain your composure. Robert was already smiling but he remained silent. Ever since the movie was announced people had been anticipating it so much, and since you and Robert were the two lead actors, naturally everyone shipped you two so much. Photos of you and Robert on set showed up everywhere, along with photos of the two of you going out to lunch or dinner while the movie is in production. Of course, it was easy just to say that it was all just two co-workers hanging out for the sake of the movie and nothing else.

“Well, you know, it’s summer. So, the nieces and nephews can come and they can just have a great vacation here. And I haven’t seen them in a while, I’ve missed them quite a lot,” you tried to come up with excuses.

“But no special occasion, whatsoever? She asked, her huge blue eyes staring you down which made you blush and in result you were laughing because you were shy. The question made you wonder whether Ellen knew something.

“The premiere was a special occasion,” you finally said after regaining your composure and stopped laughing. “They were so excited to see the movie. My parents have never went to a premiere before so it was exciting for me that they were able to come and I can introduce them to a lot of people.”

“Yeah, and so that they can be there for the engagement,” Robert chimed in. Everyone froze for a split second before the audience erupted in cheers and claps. Ellen’s jaw dropped and she clapped slowly at you two before standing up to hug and congratulate both of you.

Although filming was postponed to 2016, you and Robert had been in touch since the day he was in your auditions. The two of you started dating officially in the middle of 2015 when you and him were in the same place during his shoot for the Civil War movie. And his proposal to you two weeks ago was actually quite simple, considering how ostentatious he can be. Granted, he did fly your entire family to LA without you knowing and proposed to you on a rooftop, but other than that it was actually kept on the low. 

“Wait, so where’s the ring?” she asked, peeking at your ring finger where a diamond ring should be.

Robert reached his hand into the inner pocket of his suit and pulled out the halo-setting, round, white diamond engagement ring you had slipped into his pocket for safekeeping backstage, prompting another loud cheer from the audience. Being the eccentric Robert Downey Jr. that he is, he got scooted from the chair and got down on one knee, and slipped the ring in your finger. That earned another loud cheer from the audience; the two of you laughed at his antics as he sat back down.

“You two are sneaky! I didn’t even know you guys were together; how long were you together?” Ellen asked.

Officially it’s been almost two years. We’ve been seeing each other since the auditions. But since filming had to be postponed, we didn’t see each other again until it was when she happen to be in Atlanta as when I was shooting Civil War. It just went from there.” Robert said. All the speculations of the two of you dating have been left unanswered, but today they were very much confirmed. Although it’s hard to date quietly because of your professions, you were quite proud to have kept it a secret until now.

“When’s the wedding?” Ellen asked.

“We haven’t decided yet,” you said, and it was true, but Robert had to butt in as usual.

“January 2018,” he emphasized on every syllable.

“Apparently we have decided. January 2018,” you told Ellen and the entire studio laughed again. “Wait, really, though? I’m more of an autumn girl,” you turned to your fiance.

“Well that means October 2017,” Robert corrected himself. Another laugh from the audience.

“That’s not enough time to plan,” you argued.

“I really just wanna get married,” he said.

Ellen was shaking her head at the two of you. “Well, while they continue to plan their wedding, we have to cut to commercial. We’ll be back,” she said to the camera.

fluentinsarcxsm  asked:

Can you do a Bichie headcanon that’s one of those 5+ 1. Where it’s like the 5 times they have chemistry and the one time they act on it. Or something like that. Very fluffy?

I understand “chemistry” as tension/jealousy and simply the fact that a couple looks adorable together. So I tried to put this on these headcanons. It’s a little bit angsty and not that fluffy, but I hope you like it - it’s a bit long :P


  • At some point of their early teenage years, the Losers came to the conclusion that Bill and Richie liked each other. More than friends.
  • Of course, everybody knew but them. Richie was oblivious to Bill’s glances whenever they were in the Quarry, almost undressed and not giving a damn fuck. Bill was oblivious to Richie’s touches in his hands and shoulders, which seemed way more frequent than his touches with the other Losers.

  • The first time they noticed that Bill and Richie were inevitably drawn to each other in a romantic way, was when they were at the Denbrough’s basement, just chilling and talking – maybe smoking.
  • It was late in the night when Richie had the – terrible – idea of playing a truth or dare game. And since they were no saints – at least most of them – the horny teenager side was out to play the game too.
  • After lots of embarrassing dares and even more embarrassing truths, Stan dared Bill to kiss Mike.
  • The atmosphere changed almost immediately, because Richie – the life of the party – was suddenly crimson red and holding an indignant expression.
  • Bill – also burning red – did as he was asked. Richie was way less thrilled for the rest of the night.

  • The second time they acknowledged the undeniable truth, was when Richie suddenly appeared with a shirt they’ve never seen before, blue and white with stripes.
  • They were hanging out in their usual spot by the Barrens. The Losers eyed each other with knowing smirks and suddenly Bill, right beside Richie, was blushing mercilessly.
  • “Wooooa, is that Denbrough’s shirt, Trashmouth?”
  • “It suits you really well!”
  • “I wanna see Bill in one of those Hawaiian shirts of yours!”
  • “Shut up, guys!”
  • They were a blushing mess, but Richie was smiling. And making snarky comments, as usual.
  • Richie didn’t like being at home. His mother would either ignore him or complain about how much of a useless idiot he was. His father would abuse him constantly with verbal deprecation.
  • So Richie’s only way out was relying on the Losers. They all left windows, and maybe doors open in case one of them wanted to stay the night.
  • Richie didn’t know why he always ended up in Bill’s room.
  • That night, Bill said he could lend him some clothes. Richie tried to deny a thousand times, but Bill wouldn’t have any of it. He said they were friends, and that was what friends were for. To take care of each other.
  • They were a blushing mess, but Richie was smiling.

  • The third time was a mutual understanding with a little bit of preparation, too.
  • They all had got some money to go to the movies together. It wasn’t much, but they bought all the tickets and a huge popcorn basket.
  • Fifteen minutes after the film had started. Mike said he needed to go to the bathroom.
  • Twenty minutes. Stan excused himself, for he needed to get a drink.
  • Twenty-five minutes. Beverly said she had “girl problems” to solve.
  • Thirty minutes. Ben said he ate too much popcorn. It was making him ill.
  • Thirty-five minutes. Eddie said something about asthma and excused himself.
  • As obvious as it all seemed, Richie and Bill didn’t mind at all. At that point, they knew there was something between them, but they were too shy to say anything. The thought of rejection was too strong for them to deny it – what if it was a misunderstanding? What if the other was just naturally flirty or just being kind? What if the other didn’t feel the same at all?
  • “H-How obvious a-are t-they?” Bill laughed. A monster appeared on the screen and Richie grabbed his arm.
  • “Very, very obvious.” Richie chuckled nervously, and once he realized he was gripping at Bill’s arm, he didn’t move.
  • Bill interlaced his fingers and smiled at him. Richie was grateful that the lights were off so he couldn’t see him flustered.
  • On impulse, the boy with thick glasses kissed his friend quickly on the cheek. There were only a few people on the room, but every homosexual display of affection in public was a terrible risk. And for now, it was enough.
  • When the Losers came back to find Bill and Richie holding hands, they smirked.

  • The fourth time was a little bit tense.
  • They were in High School. Fluorescent adolescents. There were popular kids and popular parties. The Losers were always together, and they were a big, united group. They weren’t exactly noticed, but they weren’t exactly ignored either. They weren’t invited to the parties, but it was not like they were denied, either.
  • And it did help that Bill was dating a rather noticeable girl. Her name was Christa and she was annoyingly pretty. For Richie, it didn’t help at all, because those parties were only an excuse for him to get completely drunk and ignore the fact that the love of his life was kissing someone else.
  • But of course, it was a party. With drunk teenagers.  Something would inevitably go wrong.
  • “I’m gonna spin this bottle, and the two people which it points at will have to spend seven minutes in that locker over theeeeeere!”
  • Bullshit. Richie thought. Seven minutes wouldn’t solve anything. There were so many things he would like to say to Bill, and yet there they were, in a closet inside someone’s house they didn’t even remember the name because of course that stupid bottle had to point at them.
  • He asked about Christa. His drunken state was speaking louder, and he caught himself asking if Bill loved her.
  • His stutter got worse. He didn’t know what to say. Richie vaguely acknowledged that Bill’s stutter did get worse when he was nervous.
  • He started saying that his parents would hate him even more if they knew he was attracted to boys. But then he explained that he wasn’t just attracted to boys – he also liked girls.
  • “So you’re bisexual. Guess what? Me too. I like both boys and girls, but you know what? I like you more. Your excuse is ridiculous!”
  • Somewhere in the back of his mind, Richie knew he had fucked whatever they had, and Bill was speechless.
  • “Sooo, boys? Seven minutes already! Did you do something diiiirty in heeeere?” some drunk teenager asked, opening the door, while Richie stumbled out of the closet – literally and figuratively – and Bill moved calmly and shockingly after such confession.
  • The Losers knew something bad had happened immediately.

  • The fifth time was three months after that drunk confession and the tight closet.
  • Bill had broken up with Christa. For a reason everyone knew. Except Richie.
  • They were at the Quarry. Beverly and Mike had arrived with a bunch of Beers, but they decided not to ask where exactly they had got them.
  • And Richie, being Richie, drank a lot. Drank until nothing made sense.
  • The sun was setting and they were still at the Quarry, half dressed. Maybe getting drunk next to a lake was a bad idea, but they were enjoying themselves. Eddie was splashing water at Stan in a relatively shallow part of the lake, and Beverly was floating with Ben – well, Ben was trying.
  • But he couldn’t see Richie.
  • “R-richie? Where is h-him?”
  • Suddenly, the Losers were sober. They couldn’t see Richie anywhere, either. Mike vaguely remembered seeing him get in the water five minutes before.
  • Bill got desperate. He jumped in the lake so fast, his mind fuzzy and his eyes blurry, but his arms were strong and fast. He swam far and deep until he found Richie’s arms. Bill immediately realized that he was still conscious, and both swam back to shore.
  • “Damn, Denbrough, chill! When I get drunk, I gain superpowers” He joked, but Bill wasn’t having any of that.
  • “F-F-F-FUCK YOU, R-RICHIE! F-FUCK YOU!”
  • “Woa, dude, calm down…”
  • “A-AFTER ALL WE’VE  B-BEEN T-THROUGH I T-THOUGHT Y-Y-YOU’D BE M-MORE C-CAREFUL!”
  • “You were drinking too! Everyone was drinking and swimming, I didn’t do anything wrong…!”
  • “I-I c-can’t lose a-anyone e-ever again. You of all people.”
  • You of all people. Richie thought. He didn’t even stutter.
  • The Losers knew they were in love in that moment. It was just a matter of time.

  • There have been five times in which Bill Denbrough and Richie Tozier were obviously into each other. Call it chemistry, call it tension, call it stupidity – it was there. And all the Losers could notice. At some point, even Richie and Bill could tell.
  • They were alone, this time. Everyone had gone straight home. It was dark and they were both walking, with their hands on each bike. They had no rush to get back home.
  • They stopped by the kissing bridge. Bill vaguely commented on how there might have been where it all started. When Ben met jumped in the dirty river below that bridge. When he met them in the sewers.
  • Richie disagreed. He said they would have met anyway. It was their destiny – to kill IT.
  • Bill stared. Richie stared. They were both staring at each other’s souls through the eyes. He saw a burst of confidence sparkle through Bill’s bright blue eyes, and he didn’t even stutter. Again.
  • “Are you my destiny?”
  • Richie choked back a sob.
  • “I’ve been counting on that.”
  • And there, in the kissing bridge, right next to horrible gay slurs and dry blood, Bill Denbrough and Richie Tozier finally kissed.  And in that kissed, they poured every inch of non-spoken emotion they have ever felt about each other – a kiss that lasted for seconds, a kiss that lasted for years.