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Dragon Boyfriend (Fluffy)

I was commissioned by @lanyard09 for a fluffy dragon piece. SFW and super sweet. Enjoy! 

   You wake to the sound of a low growl in your ear. You try to keep from smiling but the low growl persists. You feel a nudge against your cheek and he nips playfully. You peek open an eye and laugh as your husband curls his lip up at you.

   “About damn time,” he snarls as he kisses you.

   “Since when do you wake up early?” You stretch and yawn as he nuzzles to your neck and shoulder.

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Don’t Worry, Darling (Newt x Reader)

Originally posted by jonathanbyersh

Request:  Can you please do one where the reader and Newt are reminiscing about your childhood just as you run into a very close, old friend of yours from Hogwarts, (that just happens to be male) and Newt feels threatened and like you are cheating on him, please? :) I know you already did one where Newt feels threatened but I would love another one…Love your stuff by the way:)))  - @burnitwithsalt 

Somewhat exciting announcement coming later

F/S: Favorite Scent

You and your long-term boyfriend Newt were walking down the streets of New York hand-in-hand enjoying the wonderful scenery.  You were talking about your years together at Hogwarts.

“Do you remember that time a wild owl flew into the Great Hall during dinner and it started wreaking havoc, but then you stood on the Hufflepuff table and managed to catch it with your hand?” you asked Newt,smiling at the thought.

He laughed.  “Of course I do, I used a transfiguration spell and temporarily turned it into a goblet so I could catch it.”

“What about the time when I found out you had a crush on me?”  He turned a deep shade of red, making you giggle.  “Ohhh come on, you remember in potions in sixth year when we were brewing Amortentia and yours smelled like me?”

He was still blushing.  “Of course I do… the professor asked me what mine smelled like.  F/S, F/S, and F/s.  I knew it smelled like you, but of course I didn’t say that.  But your friend William did.  He said it to the whole class… w-which is when they started chanting at me to ask you out on a date… but instead–”

“I walked right up to you and kissed you.”

“That you did.  They all erupted in cheers, even the professor!”

You laughed, resting your head on Newt’s shoulder.  “Ah, you were so adorable and shy around me back then.”

He grinned.  “I never thought you would love me.”

“Newt!  Don’t say that. You were the kindest boy I had ever met in my entire life.  I remember how you would leave a rose and a love note on my bed sometimes.  Wait… how did you manage to get into the girls’ dormitory?”

He shrugged.  “Apparently the stairs find me trustworthy.”

You were about to say something else, but you started to zone out and accidentally bumped into a man walking the opposite direction.

“Oh!  I’m so sorry, sir,” you said, stopping in your tracks.

“It’s fine miss… Y/N?” the man said, studying you.


“Y/N, it is you!” he exclaimed, hugging you for a second.  “Who’s this?” he asked, gesturing to Newt.

You grabbed Newt’s arm.  “This is Newt.  Newt Scamander, don’t you remember him?”

“Ah, Newton.  Yes I remember him.  The boy who would always swoon over you at school?”
Newt blushed.  “Really, William?” you said.

William laughed.  “Sorry.  It’s good to see you both again.  Are you… are you two still a couple?”

“Yes, you and Newt answered in unison.

William frowned.  “Huh.  I honestly thought you would have moved on by now, Y/N.”

You knit your eyebrows.  “I’m sorry, what?”

“Don’t speak to Y/N that way,” Newt said defensively.

William laughed again.  “Sorry, I probably shouldn’t have said that.  You’re a lucky man, Newt.  To have someone such as Y/N by your side.”

“I am,” Newt replied, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Well, William, we ought to be going now.  It was… uh, nice to see you.”

“Goodbye, dear.  May our paths cross again,” William said flirtatiously.

“Don’t call me dear, you said annoyed, and began walking away from William with Newt right beside you.

“William always could be an idiot sometimes,” you said to Newt, but he didn’t reply.

“What’s wrong, love?”

Newt spoke up a few seconds later.  “Were you and William ever a uh… co–”
You cut him off.  “A couple?  Good heavens no!” you exclaimed as if it were the most outrageous thing you had ever heard.  “Why would you ever think that?”
“It’s just… he acted like he was in love you and that I didn’t deserve you…,” he trailed off.

“Newt, don’t listen to a word that slimy git says.  Me and William were ‘friends’ only

because our parents knew each other.  He’s just jealous that you and I have a successful and healthy relationship.  Don’t worry, darling.  Never in my wildest dreams would I ever think of dating William.”

He kissed your head and pulled you closer to him as you continued walking.  “Good.  Because if that bastard tried to win you from me, I would have drenched him in Erumpent musk and set her after him.”

“Aw, you’re too sweet,” you joked.

He smiled.  “No man will ever steal you from me without a fight.  You’re mine.”

“And I’m yours,” you said, and kissed him sweetly.

Please let me know what you thought of it and what I could do better next time!


choke-me-zaddy: AH REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!💕💕💕 EXO finding THE ONE at a Halloween party 👀 cute cringe pls, I love your work and you can have my anon virginity thnx for being amazing and a ray of pure sunshine godbless


★minseok wouldn’t spot you until you both were voted ‘best dressed’   

★once his eyes are on you  

★they ain’t leaving  

★’you look good’  

★’you do too’

★’can i get you a drink? celebrate our win?’

★you share drinks

★and talk about the stories of your costumes

★soon it’ll turn to him telling jokes

★’what tops off a ghost’s ice cream sundae?

★’i don’t know’ 

 ★‘whipped scream

★when he sees you laugh at it 

★he’s ♥u♥  

★so he continues to tell you every joke he knows

★and everytime you laugh

★he falls more and more in love with you 

★at the end of the night he’ll walk you out to your cab 

★and wrap you in a hug

★’thanks for a nice night’

★’maybe we could have more?’

★he’d pull back to give you his phone so you can put in your number

★’i’ll call you soon. be ready for the best date of your life’ 

★he’ll make sure you were safely in the cab before going back into the party 


★you and ‘myeon would be wearing the same lazy costume 

★a printed hawaiian looking shirt and jeans

★he’d be getting teased about it not being a proper costume 

★so he’ll approach you and ask

★’you’re dressed as a tourist too?’


★’m friends over there are saying they’re not proper costumes!’

★’well your friends are wrong!’


★’ditch them. stay with me!’

★he’ll flash you a grin

★and sit next to you

★’i think we’ve got the best costumes here’

★’why’s that?’

★’we’re nice and cool, and comfortable while everyone else is in heavy costumes’ 

★’that’s true!’

★he’ll fondly listen to you while you make meaningless chit chat with him

★when his friends tell him it’s time to leave 

★he’ll frown and look back to you

★’i’ll get a cab later on!’

★he’ll stay 

★and talk to you until the party dies down

★he’ll call a cab for the two of you

★’we can share one? we’re going the same way’

★he’d smile at you and nod

★will give you his jacket while you wait outside 

★when the cab stops outside your home he’ll pout

★’meet me in the park tomorrow at one. by the picnic bench

★the pout will turn to a grin

★’i promise i’ll be there’

★he’ll make the cab stay until he sees you enter your home safely 


★yixing would be dancing to the music 

★and you’d be in a trance as you watched how he hit each beat 

★’join me!’ 

★’i can’t dance!’

★’everyone can dance!’

★he’ll hold your hands and pull you into an empty space

★he’ll start swaying again

★making you move with him

★’just go with it!’

★he’ll grin when your body slowly starts to move 


★he’d watch you fondly 

★his hands would let go of you when your movements become more confident 

★when you began laughing he’d stop 


★’you’re amazing’

★he’ll giggle when you blush 

★and hide his face in his hands

★’why are you hiding?’

★’because i’ve never done this before’

★’done what?’

★’the whole flirting at a party’

★his giggle would be so sweet

★’i’m glad i’m the first one!’

★when the song changes to something slow 

★he’ll take your hands in his again 

★pull you close 

★and sway with you 

★’i’ll get blood on your costume’

★’i don’t care’

★your dance would be interrupted by your friend calling you to leave

★’meet me tomorrow at that cafe by the park?’

★’i’ll be there’

★he brought a hand up to his lips to kiss

★’safe ride home’  


★the moment he spots you in a similar costume to him (prince/princess)

★he’s like a puppy 

★he’ll follow you around  

★but still interact with his friends 

★when you’re friends leave to get drinks is when he makes his move on you

★’you managed to sneak out of the kingdom too?’

★’a prince/princess has to relax sometimes’

★the second you play with him he’s in love

★’what are your plans while you break the kingdom’s rules?’

★’i’m going to drink and eat merrily’

★’would you like the company of a prince?’

★when you raised your brow he’d pout expecting to be turned away

★but when you said yes he beams

★so the two of you drink 


★and tell as many jokes as possible

★when it’s time for you to go home

★he’ll walk you out to your cab

★and slip you his number

★’call me so i know you got home safely’


★his laugh will be what got your attention 

★you’d end up staring at him while his roaring laugh was almost louder than the music

★you’ll end up giggling  along with him  

★which makes him laugh even harder 

★when you both calm down he’ll move closer to you 

★and hold his hand out



★he’ll squeeze your hand when you shake it

★’your laugh is amazing’

★’people say sound like a dinosaur’  

★’you look like a dinosaur!’  

★’yeah, well i’ve been waiting to wear this out in public’  

★he’d tug at the baggy dinosaur onise before leaning back in his seat

★’you look cute’

★’you look cuter’

★he’d coo when you blush

★’so cute!’

★he’d scream

★’so loud!’

★he’d lean into you as his body vibrated

★’you’re cute’

★’you’re repeating yourself’


★don’t worry about it’

★he’d rest his head on you

★eyes looking around the room

★’did you come here alone?’

★’with friends. but i have no idea where they vanished to’

★’well it’s a good job you’ve got me now’

★’i got you, huh?’


★he’d grin up at you

★you’d allow him to lean on your while you both watched the activities that went on

★when the guests were asked to line up so their costumes could be judged

★he’d jump up and held his hands out to you

★’let’s go see how we place’

★’i’m going to head home’

★’can i walk you?’


★he’d pick up his things

★say bye to his friends

★and walk home with you

★when you get to your door he’d pout slightly 

★’do you have to go?’

★’early start tomorrow’

★’can i see you again? i need to hear that laugh as much as possible’

★’how about we meet for dinner at around five?’

★’that sounds perfect’

★he’d ruffle your hair before turning to head home


★it would be you that approaches chanyeol 

★’you’re not wearing a costume?” 


★he’d grin so you can see the two fangs that were glued to his teeth

★’ah. subtle’ 

★’didn’t want to be one of those that were over the top’

★’you’re supposed to embrace it! how many other days of the year can you walk around covered in fake blood and not be look at funnily?’

★’that’s true. you got any of those blood capsules left?’

★he’d let you cover his mouth in blood

★’you still look too cute’

★at that he’ll turn bright red

★’not as cute as you, though’

★you both kinda just stand there blushing at eachother for what seems like forever

★your little moment would be ruined by a friend telling you it’s time to go

★’don’t scare too many kids on the way home’

★’i’ll try not to’

★when you turn he’ll pull you back and hold up his phone

★’i was hoping you’d do that’

★he’d watch you with a toothy grin as you put your number in

★’i’ll talk to you soon’

★’i look forward to it’  


★he didn’t want to be there 

★so when he saw you looking like you didn’t want to be there he’d sit next to you 

★and offer you a drink 

★’it ends in two hours, this might make it fly by’  

★’you were forced here by friends too?’ 


★drinks with you

★until the two of you are a fit of giggles

★when the night draws to and end he’ll get upset that he might not see you again

★but when offer to share a cab home he’s back to heart eyes 

★’wanna meet up sometime?’

★’i’d like that’

★before he gets out of the cab you give him your number


★when jongin saw you pouting  

★he’d come over to you

★with a look of concern 

★’are you okay?’

★’i came for the fireworks, but i’ve just heard they’re not happening’ 

★’there’s a place five minutes away that are putting on a display. you can see it from the park’ 


★’they normally go off at nine’

★’i’ll see them when i’m walking home, then’

★’can i join? i head home through the park too’

★the two of you went to watch the display

★both grinning at the colours that lit up the night sky  

★’i should get going. i bet my dog is going crazy…’

★’you have a dog?’

★’i do. small, fluffy’

★’i have three’


★’maybe we could go on a doggy playdate’

★’i’d like that…’

★he’d save his number into your phone 

★then tell you goodnight  


★you’d have been paired with sehun for a haunted hunt   

★he’d hold the basket while you collected sweets 

★but they wouldn’t stay in the basket long 

★bc he’d eat them 

★’you do know those are part of the answer?’

★’why are you taking it so seriously?’

★’because i want the chocolate’

★the prize is chocolate?’


★with this new knowledge he’ll take it seriously

★he’ll grab your hand 

★and pull you around the maze

★ignoring all of the people that tried scaring you

★if you got scared he’d wrap his arm around your shoulder

★keeping you close to him

★he’ll grin everytime you solve one of the riddles

★and when he solves one he’ll have a cocky smirk on his face

★you’d be the first pair to finish

★and spent 20 minutes trying to decide how many of the sweets he ate 

★when you did get it 

★your answer was correct

★and now you had enough chocolate to last a year

★but when you’re done feasting

★there’s like 3 bars left

★’i need to go home before i throw up’

★’i can drive you? i haven’t been drinking…’

★’you’re at a halloween party and you haven’t had a drink?’

★’i prefer milk…’

★he’ll hand you the remaining chocolate bars 

★and go grab his coat

★’come on then’

★hissmile would be so sweet

★he’d help you into his car

★then get in 

★’are you cold?’

★’a bit’

★he’d pass you his coat

★and put on the heaters

★the drive will be silent

★he’ll glance over to you now and then

★when you finally get to your house he’ll grin at you 

★’remind me to call you if i ever needs help solving a puzzle’

★when you raised your brow 

★he’d hand you his phne

★’i really want to see you again. and i’m hoping you feel the same…’  

★his eyes will twinkle when you tap in your number

★’i’ll be waiting for that call’

★he’ll return your smile

★’thank you for the ride’

★’no problem’

★he’ll stay and watch you until he knows you’re safely in your home   

I Got You This Time


Please send me more request, I have hit a a writers block wall and need ideas! Also feedback is greatly appreciated. 

“Shawn? Are you on the plane?” You ask into the phone, you were getting ready for the big event. 

“Baby.” Shawn said softly. 

It made you stop what you were doing. The sound, you knew it to well. He wasn’t able to make it.

“No.” You sigh, sinking on the bed. 

“I’m so sorry.” He said hushing himself.

“No Shawn, you were supposed to come. You are my date, I” 

“I know, I know. I’m so sorry, Y/n. I want to come, I want to be there for you. You are there for me for all of my events. But they scheduled this dumbass interview and I can’t get out of it.” 

“Shawn.” You sigh, feeling defeated.

“I fought, I fought so hard. I’m still fighting. Andrew is pissed at me for fighting them. I want to, scratch that. I need to be there for you. As your boyfriend, I need to be there to hold your hand down the carpet, tell you you look beautiful all night, and whisper dirty comments in your ear when they pan the camera to us in the crowd.” 

You smiled and chuckled a little.

“Did you laugh? Thank god.” He sighed.

“I know, I get it. I’m not mad, just a bit sad.” You say looking around. 

“I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. When can I see you?”

“I can fly to you um, Andrew when can I fly to her?” 

“Shawn, if you’re busy…” You sigh again. 

“No, I’m coming to see you. You first.” He said determined. 


“No he’s gonna check my schedule, and get me a flight. I’m gonna see you within the next few days. I have to go, I’ll talk to you. And I’m gonna call you when you win!” He teases.

“I love you, I’ll talk later.”

“I promise you that. I love you, good luck Baby.” 

You smiled and he hung up first. You sighed and stared at your dress hanging up. 


Everyone had messaged you good luck. His family, your family, and all your subscribers. 

You were so nervous, you had made it through’ carpet, interviews, and camera pans to you. The empty seat next to you making you that much more nervous. 

But it’s time.

Your nomination group is finally up. You are up for ‘Breakout Creator’. 

You are looking at your lap, fiddling with your fingers when the crowd screams louder than they have all night.

“Hello everybody.” The familiar voice booms through the speakers.

“Hi there.” Another familiar voice calls out. 

“So you know the nominations for this group, since they just announced them all.” He smiles, you look up and feel your heart stop. 

Damn he looks good.

“You also know that one particular nominee has a special relationship with my brother.” His sister jokes.

“We were invited to announce this, and we couldn’t be more excited to do so.” He smiles, locking eyes with you. 

“Please help us into welcoming onto this stage to receive this very much deserved award.” Aaliyah says finding you too.

“Y/N L/N” They call out together. 

You take a second to realize what is happening. You stand up and smile as you start down the walk way. Once you make it to the stares he rushes to come help you up. 

Once at the top you hug him tightly. 

“What are you doing here?”

“Surprise baby.” He whispers. 

You pull away and then hug Aaliyah. 

“Oh my goodness, Hi.” You say into the mic. “So I shouldn’t be winning this award, everyone else is so much better than me. So I didn’t write a speech. So I’m gonna wing this. First off, I want to thank my lovely boyfriend, he’s inspired me to do everything. He also just surprised me because as of five hours ago he had a ‘interview that he couldn’t get out of’ that prevented him from coming. So I’m a little shocked. But my fans, this is for you. If it weren’t for you I wouldn’t do what I do. Thank you for this. Lastly, I want to thank Aaliyah.” You smile at her, almost tearing up. “She edits and writes a lot of the videos, if it weren’t for her my videos would be awful. So honey.” You take her hand. “This is for you.” You hand her the award. She cries and hugs you again. 

“Thank you guys.” You wave at the crowd. Following Shawn and the team around you off stage. 

Once there you jump into his arms again.

“You lied to me!” You squeal.

“I’m sorry, it had to be a surprise. You would have known you won if you knew I was presenting it.” He said setting you down on your feet.

“I don’t care, just kiss me.” You say smiling up at him. He nods and connects your lips. 

“I missed you so much.” He whispers against your lips.

“I missed you too.” You respond.

“Congrats baby! I knew you could win it.” He said when you take a step back and lean into his side.

“Congratulate Aaliyah, she’s the one who deserves it.” You point at her. 

“Stop it.” She blushes. You both laugh and he kisses the top of her head.

“As much as I want to stay, I really wanna go somewhere with you two and hear all about tour.” You say looking up at him.

“I saw a 24 hour cafe just down the road.” He smirked.

“That sounds amazing, I’m starving.” Aaliyah says turning and walking towards the exit.

“By the way, you look amazing.” Shawn whispers in your hear.

“Yeah, you look good too.” You whisper back. 

Best surprise ever, only this time, he surprised you. 

A Very Good Thing (Ben Platt X Reader)

WC: 2423

Warnings: Alcohol mentioned, fluff, general father daughter cuteness

Summary: Y/N Rannells is her father’s date to the Tony’s, and despite having met plenty of celebrities, one manages to leave her particularly starstruck.

A/N: In honour of the Tony nominations, here’s an imagine about two of my favourite nominees (featuring a new paragraphing system thing done ever so kindly by @musiclover1072 )

“You want to take me to the Tony’s with you?” I said in disbelief, looking at my dad with wide eyes.

“Of course. Your dad’s out of town, and you’re my favourite and only daughter. If I win, I want you to be there with me!” He said, punching my shoulder lightly.

“My friends are totally going to freak out when they hear that I went to the Tony’s. You’re the best, dad.” I said, pulling my uncle into a tight hug. He chuckled and reciprocated the hug, pulling me tight against him.

“You’re a Rannells, Y/N. You’re my only daughter, and I love you.” He said, ruffling my hair slightly.

“I remember when you took me to the premiere of The Book of Mormon. Dad got so mad, but it was the best night.” I recounted, letting go of him. Dad laughed, a smile blooming on his face.

“You were 13. It shouldn’t have been anything new.” He said, the smile quickly morphing into a smirk.

“Back to the Tony’s. I’m going to need a dress, right?” I said and dad nodded, sitting down at the breakfast bar.

“Of course. You and your aunt can go get that. I’m not going to deprive her of that experience.” He said, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Cool. There’s going to be so many celebrities there, oh my god.” I said and dad gave me a weird look.

“You’ve grown up with celebrities, Y/N. Your godfather is Josh Gad, for crying out loud.” Dad said and I shrugged my shoulders.

“Uncle Josh is cool, but the celebrity factor has rubbed off a little for him. There are so many people I haven’t met who are going to be there.” I gasped a little and looked at dad enthusiastically. “I can meet Ben Platt. And Mike Faist. Oh my god.” I said and dad shook his head, rolling his eyes affectionately.

“Let’s not focus on Patti LuPone, or Bette Midler, for example.” Dad muttered, a small smile on his face.

“Dad, you introduced me to Patti LuPone at Broadwaycon last year.” I said and dad’s eyes widened slightly. He shrugged his shoulders apologetically and I laughed.

“Seriously dad, I’m so excited about the Tony’s. Talk about the ultimate father daughter night out.” I said and dad snorted, running a hand through his hair.

“It’ll be perfect, Y/N. Absolutely perfect.”

“Ok. Don’t freak out Y/N.” I muttered to myself in the limo, fiddling with the skirt of my dress. I was wearing a black and gold dress that fit perfectly, but my perfect outer appearance did not reflect my mental situation.

“Y/N, honey, you’ll be fine. It’s just like opening night.” Dad said and I gave him an unimpressed look.

“Except this is being broadcast on live television, and there’s a lot more people.” I said and dad reached out and grabbed my hand.

“Hey. I love you, and you’re my daughter. You were practically raised in the limelight.” Dad said and I nodded, taking in a deep breath.

“Then let’s do this.” I said and dad smiled, kissing the top of my forehead.

“By the way, you look beautiful.” Dad added as we exited the car, looping his arm through mine. I smiled widely, despite the flashes from the cameras hurting my eyes.

“Andrew, can we have a quick interview?” A reporter shouted and dad nodded, walking over towards them.

“Hi!” Dad said enthusiastically, waving at the reporter.

“Hi. How are you this evening?” The interviewer asked and dad responded the way he always does. With over the top enthusiasm.

“And who is this lovely lady?” The interviewer asked, gesturing towards me. Dad’s smile widened, and so did mine.

“This is my daughter, Y/N. She’s my date this evening.” Dad said, beaming down at me.

“And who are you wearing, Y/N?” The interviewer asked and my face screwed up a little.

“I have no idea. It’s from Bloomingdales, so.” I said and dad laughed, as did the interviewer.

“Thanks Y/N. Well, good luck tonight Andrew.” The interviewer said, and we waved at him as we walked away.

“He was nice.” I said and dad chuckled as we made our way into the theatre.

“Hey, I’m gonna go find our seats, and maybe grab us a drink.” Dad said, winking at me. Dad was pretty chill about me drinking, seeing as I’m 19, and he was drinking at 19.

“Awesome. I’m just gonna go meet some of the people.” I said and dad nodded, but there was a nervous look in his eyes. “Call me when you’ve found our seats, and lemme know where it is, ok?” I said and dad nodded, looking considerably less worried.

“Have fun sweetie.” Dad said, kissing the top of my head. I waved goodbye and walked off, taking in a deep breath. There were so many people in the theatre, yet somehow I knew most of them.

“Y/N Rannells, is that you?” I heard a voice say and I turned around to see a familiar face.

“Uncle Christian!” I said, tackling him in a hug.

“Hey Y/N. I didn’t think you’d be here. Where’s your dad?” He said and I shrugged my shoulders.

“He’s finding our seats. Seeing as dad’s out of town, he decided he’d take me as his date. Ultimate father daughter night out.” I said and Christian chuckled, patting my shoulder.

“Fair enough. If you see your dad, tell him I said hi. And good luck.” He said and I nodded, giving him one last hug before walking away. I walked around in wonder, realising how many people would die if they met Christian Borle, let alone Andrew Rannells. I was so lost in thought that I didn’t register the person walking right towards me, and I only noticed them when we collided.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” I heard an incredibly familiar voice say.

“No, it’s fine. Honestly.” I said, looking right into the eyes of Ben Platt.

“I take it you’re not a nominee.” Ben said and I chuckled, shaking my head.

“Unfortunately not. I am, however, the escort of one.” I said and Ben’s eyes widened.

“So whose the lucky guy? Or girl. It doesn’t matter.” Ben said and I smiled, laughing lightly.

“My father, actually.” I said and Ben’s jaw dropped slightly.

“I’ve just realised we haven’t been introduced. Ben Platt.” He said, sticking his hand out. “

"I know.” I said and Ben chuckled to himself.

“If that’s a Dear Evan Hansen reference, consider me impressed.” Ben said as I shook his hand.

“It works as a reference and a statement in its own right. Y/N Rannells.” I said and Ben’s eyes widened to the size of saucers.

“You… your dad is Andrew Rannells? The Andrew Rannells?” Ben asked, gaping at me.

“The one and only. Unless you know another Broadway legend called Andrew Rannells who’s from Nebraska.” I said and Ben laughed, the sound beautiful.

“Unfortunately I do not. Can I just say, I think you look beautiful Y/N.” Ben said and I felt my cheeks heat up.

“Thanks Ben. You don’t look too bad yourself.” I said and Ben waved a hand in my direction.

“You’re going to make me blush.” Ben said and I chuckled, smoothing down my dress. My phone rang and I shot Ben and apologetic look.

“It’s my dad.” I mouthed and Ben nodded, giving me a thumbs up.

“Hey dad. You found our seats?” I said, still glancing over at Ben.

“That’s why I’m calling. We’re in seats 13 A and B. Where are you?” Dad said and I paused, furrowing my eyebrows.

“Um, towards the back of the theatre, near the front of the bar. I ran into Uncle Christian before. He said hello and good luck.” I said and dad chuckled to himself.

“That sounds like Christian. You run into anyone else yet? Anyone on your bucket list?” Dad said and I snorted slightly.

“Dad, a bucket list is a list of things you want to do. I do not have a people bucket list.” I said and dad snorted loudly, most likely drawing the attention of people nearby.

“That’s my girl, but I’m serious. Have you met anyone exciting, aside from Uncle Christian.” Dad said and I looked at Ben, shooting him a smile.

“Ben Platt is currently standing in front of me, very awkwardly may I add.” I said and Ben immediately straightened up, fixing his hair. Dad chuckled softly and I imagined he was smiling.

“Tell him I said hi and good luck. Also, tell him that if Mike Faist beats me for the Tony I won’t be disappointed.” Dad said and I smiled, nodding despite being on the phone.

“Got it. See you soon. Love you.” I said, hanging up my phone.

“Dad says hi and good luck.” I said immediately and Ben chuckled, running a hand through his hair.

“Thanks. I should probably go to my seat, but it was wonderful meeting you.” Ben said and I nodded, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.

“The same goes for you. I hope you win tonight. You deserve it.” I said, walking off to my seat and not noticing the blush that covered his cheeks.

The opening number was incredible, and I was already on the edge of my seat. The first awards were called, and I found myself clapping and cheering loudly, earning a few strange looks from others. “And now, the nominees for best supporting actor in a musical.” The announcer said and I was immediately alert.

The announcer read the names out, and I crossed my fingers. “And the Tony goes to… Andrew Rannells.” The announcer called and I looked over at dad, who was in disbelief.

“You did it dad! You did it!” I whispered eagerly, pulling him into a tight hug. Dad hugged me back quickly and made his way up onto the stage, beaming our at the audience.

“I’d like to thank everyone who has encouraged and supported me over my career. My wonderful partner Michael, who is unfortunately not with me tonight, and my beautiful daughter Y/N, who is here tonight.” Dad said, gesturing to me.

The camera turned and my beaming face was projected on the screens. “I love you dad!” I mouthed, earning a few chuckles from people nearby.

“ I remember only a few weeks after we adopted Y/N, I took her to opening night of The Book of Mormon. Michael wasn’t exactly pleased, but it is one of my greatest memories with her, and may tonight be another one of them. I love you Y/N.” Dad said, and I felt the tears well in my eyes. I let out a loud whoop as he walked off the stage, Tony clutched in his hand and tears in his eyes.

“You deserve that so much.” I said, pulling dad into the tightest hug I could muster once he returned to his seat.

“I’m so glad you’re here with me, Y/N.” Dad said, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“Congratulations.” I heard a voice say and I turned my head to see Ben Platt standing there.

“Thank you very much Ben. I do wish you the best of luck. I’m sure my daughter desperately wants you to win.” Dad said, winking at me as my cheeks flushed pink.

Ben chuckled awkwardly and I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Dad.” I said sternly, giving him a look of warning.

“She’s quite the Dear Evan Hansen fan, my Y/N/N, and quite a fan of yours, might I add.” Dad continued, shooting Ben a smile. I was fairly certain my cheeks were a crimson red, but that didn’t stop my dad from embarrassing me further. “She wouldn’t stop gushing about how good you were in Dear Evan Hansen. She was actually hoping to meet you tonight, and clearly she got her wish.” Dad said, looking at me with an almost evil smirk on his face.

Ben awkwardly cleared his throat, his cheeks the same colour as mine. “Well, uh, unless she’d like to go to the afterparty with you, I, um, wouldn’t mind her accompanying me to it.” Ben stammered, suddenly looking and sounding very much in character.

“Y/N.” Dad said, raising his eyebrows slightly.

“I’d love to.” I said, smiling brightly at Ben. He returned the smile, and dad suddenly looked very smug.

“Wonderful. Call me when you want to leave the afterparty, sweetie.” Dad said, taking his seat once more.

“I, uh, I’ll meet you after the ceremony.” Ben said, awkwardly shoving his hand in his suit pockets.

“I look forward to it. Quick question, you got a pen?” I said and Ben nodded, a half smile forming on his face. He pulled a sharpie out of his pocket, and he passed it to me. I took it and gently rolled up the sleeve of his suit. I uncapped the sharpie and wrote a series of numbers on his arm. My phone number. “Call me, ok?” I said and Ben’s cheeks flushed, the smile on his face growing wider.

“I’ll make sure to.” Ben said and I took in a deep breath, pressing a kiss to his lips. His lips were soft and warm, and tasted faintly of champagne. I pulled away slowly, Ben’s lips tinted a peachy colour from my lipstick.

“I, uh, um, I’ll see you later.” Ben squeaked out, blushing darkly.

“Ditto.” I muttered, waving him off slowly.

“You’re welcome.” Dad said, making me jump a little.

“Jesus Christ, dad.” I said, pressing a hand to my chest.

“Like I said, you’re welcome. You two never would’ve gone anywhere if you kept dancing around the ‘problem’.” Dad said, putting quotation marks around problem.

“I, uh, um.” I stammered, trying and failing to form a response. Dad chuckled and patted my shoulder, trying to console me.

“It’s all good Y/N/N. You and Ben will be adorable together, I can just see it. He’s pretty easy on the eyes after all.” He said and I scoffed, playfully hitting his shoulder.

“My dad hitting on the guy I’m interested in. This sounds like some messed up soap opera episode.” I said and dad chuckled, nodding his head as the next award was called.

“Our life is nothing normal, Y/N. And that’s a good thing.” He said meaningfully, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. “A very good thing indeed.”

Political Animals-Part 7

This is an A/B/O AU.  You are the Omega artist daughter of Naomi Novak, a world-class heart surgeon who is running  for Mayor of New York City.  After a meeting where your mother’s advisors call you a “liability”, she tells you that if you don’t do as your told she will cut you off.  You storm out and wind up in a bar a few blocks away.

The hottest Alpha you have EVER laid eyes on with a scent so mouthwatering you’re practically drooling offers to buy you a drink.  It’s just a drink, right? What do you have to lose? Only everything.

Characters: Omega! Reader, Beta! Naomi Novak, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Omega! Meg Novak, Claire Novak, Jimmy Novak, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Alpha! Dean Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester, Omega! Jo Harvelle

Big thanks to @moansmisha  for letting me use some of her ideas from this post.

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

Parts in bold are text messages

“Hi Cas.  It’s me.” 

“Y/N?  Are you okay? I’ve been worried sick!  I was going to come over but Meg told me the last thing you needed during your heat was me in your face.” Cas said as soon as he heard my voice.  “Why didn’t you tell me about you and Sam?”

“It all happened so suddenly, Cas.  So how did Mom find out?  Do I even want to ask how she took the news?” I asked tentatively.

“Mad doesn’t begin to cover it.  You need to go see her, Y/N.” Cas said urgently.

I sighed, the burden of everything suddenly weighing me down.  “Tell Mom I will be over in a bit.”

“I love you no matter what happens, you know that, right?” Cas whispered.

“I never doubted it for a second.  Love you too, Bro.  I’ll see you soon.” I said as I ended the call.

Sam wiped my tears away gently with the pad of his thumb.  “I’m glad they know, Y/N.  I don’t want to sneak around anymore.  I want people to know your mine.”

“I love you, Sam.”  I said as I pressed a kiss on his hand.  “I think it’s high time my mother and I had a chat, don’t you?”

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tanovic54321  asked:

Can you do a Zach imagine where his gf(that doesn't go to the same school as him)plays futbal (soccer)& she has a game against his school on their field?& well he's in the stands cheering her on she takes & hit from the other team well trying to make a goal, getting knocked down & hurt in the process & he loses his shit running over to her ect(even tho he's not suppose to) b/c common soccer is a rough sport 😂🤕⚽

Good Luck Kiss

Zach Dempsey x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, 3 am grammar mistakes

Words: 920ish

A/N: It’s right now 3 am and I just scrolled through my inbox; finding this. And I fell in love with this request cuz damn, I can’t stop imagining Zach exactly doing this. But please let me excuse my grammar mistakes (again) it took me roughly 20 minutes to write this and I wanna include the fact that it’s 3 AM & 3 Am is not a time to be awake for me. So please have mercy on me!xx


“Zach, what are you doing in here?”, I screeched while covering my half naked body with the jersey that I was about to put on when I saw my boyfriend entering the girls’ locker room while carefully checking if anyone else was in here changing.

He turned to his left, to see my small figure standing there with a maroon coloured jersey knitted in my hands and covering my chest as he slowly walked towards me, wearing his cheeky smile on his lips.

“What the hell are you doing in here?”, I questioned him while turning my back on him so I can change into the freshly washed T-shirt I had to wear during the match to support my school.

Zach leaned against one of the randomly standing lockers and shrugged his shoulders at my answer, still smiling at me like he was planning on something wicked. I narrowed my eyes at him as I sat down on the bench and supported one leg on the bench while I tied my shoe laces, waiting for him to finally say something.

“I’m just here to give you a good-luck-kiss.”, I looked up from my shoes, seeing him itching his neck in uneasiness and worry.

Since last week Monday, Zach tried to stop me from going to my soccer practice so I can’t attend today’s match against his school with no further explanation.

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Part Five in the Series

Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four

Freshman Year!

It’s exciting times for Y/n and Shawn.

They are finally in high school. 

Now that their in high school, the pressure of relationships is more than ever. 

On the first day of school, everyone just naturally thought that Y/n and Shawn were a couple. They walk to school together, to class together, they have lunch together, Y/n even stays to watch Shawn at hockey practice. 

It was just how everyone saw them. 

But secretly. 

They say each other that way. They would never admit it to each other. Never, how could they risk their friendship like that?

But Shawn was noticing everything he loved about Y/n. 


Y/n was noticing everything she loved about Shawn. 

“Y/n?” Shawn asked at lunch.

“Yeah?” She asks prying her eyes from his to look down at her meal.

“Are you okay? You seem distracted.” He says offering some of his soda.

“Yeah I’m good.” She smiles. The truth?

You’re eyes look a bit green today and I want to just stare at them.

“Okay, hey are you going to the game tonight?” Shawn asks, referring to the football game. 

“Um, I wasn’t planning on it. Why? Are you going?” She asks handing his soda back to him. 

“Nah, there’s a Harry Potter marathon on tonight. Wanna come over and watch it? I have the house to myself, mom and dad are going to a concert and Aaliyah is going to a friends.” He looks at her with hope in his eyes.

“Yeah I’d love to come over.” She smiles, becoming excited. 

“Good, will I see you at practice?” 

“Of course, I’ll be in my spot.” She giggles a bit. 

Shawn smiles, he loves her giggle. 

“Good.” He nods. 

The bell goes off, signaling the time to return to class. Shawn stands and picks up his and Y/n’s trash to throw away. He returns to the table and grabs his bag. He walks Y/n to her class before heading off to his own class. 


“You did great!” Y/n cheers as Shawn walks up to her. 

He had just finished practice and they had a scrimmage game between his team. His team winning. 

“Thanks.” He smiles, dropping his head to hide the small blush appearing on his cheeks. 

Y/n grabs hold of Shawn’s arm, to steady herself. Her shoes aren’t the best for walking in ice and snow.

“You okay?” He asks looking over at her.

“Yeah just don’t want to slip and fall.” She nods. He nods too and enjoys the fact that she grabbed on to him. 

“I’ll have to turn on the fire place when we get to my place.” He says looking over at Y/n. 

“Yeah, it’s freezing.” She says, it’s then that he notices her shivering. 

“Oh god, I forgot you were just sitting there watching. Here.” He says taking his big jacket off to give to her.

“No Shawn, I don’t want you to be cold.” She says trying to stop him. 

“No, I’m still trying to cool down from practice, take it please.” He pleads with her. She smiles and takes his jacket. 

She goes back to clinging to his arm, warmer now. 

Shawn lets his mind wonder a bit, he was loving the idea of her holding on to him. Of her trusting him. He was also loving the idea of protecting her. The one to steady her. His arm was on fire, and he couldn’t help but notice how soft her hands were as they gripped his arm. He smiled when he saw the shade of green on her nails, the night before he picked it out and watched her paint her nails. 

She started slipping a bit and he let himself grab her hips to keep her from falling. She looked up at him, and he swore she could see right to his soul. He got lost in the endless swirls in her eyes. 

“Here, we made it.” He says helping her up to steps to his house. 

He unlocks the door and they both walk in quickly. The house is freezing, so Shawn rushes to turn the heat on. 

“I’ll make hot cocoa.” Y/n smiles as Shawn head to his room. 

“Okay, I’ll get blankets.” He calls. 

She starts making some cocoa and hums a silly tune she has in her head. She hears the TV turn on and Harry Potter playing. 

She exits the kitchen with two mugs full of cocoa. Shawn is sitting on the couch with a blanket and hoodie on. She smiles and hands him a cup. She sets her cup down and sits next to him. He tosses some of the blanket over her legs and pulls them a little closer.

She starts watching the film, but Shawn just watches her. He notices that she’s still shivering a bit. He let’s his hand find hers, its like an ice cube. 

“Jesus, come here.” He says pulling her close to him. She snuggles into his chest, sighing at the new warmth. 

He rests his head on top of hers, hers resting on his shoulder. 

The storm starts to pick up and they both notice how dark and cold it’s gotten. 

“Shawn I should get home before it get’s worse.” Y/n whispers. 

“I think it got worse awhile ago.” He mumbles, standing to check the window. “I don’t want you walking home in that.” 

“Shawn I can’t stay, I have to go home.” She says standing.

“No, stay till tomorrow. It’s late and bad out. I don’t want you out there.” He says becoming protective. “And I don’t want you to leave” He whispers the last park to himself.


“Just call your mom and tell her that I won’t let you leave because of the weather. It’s the Karen in me, she’ll let you stay.” He says looking into her eyes. 

“Fine.” She huffs, calling her mom. 

Sure enough Shawn was right. Her mom insisted that Shawn as right, it wasn’t safe for her to be out in this weather. 

“See what did I tell you?” He teased.

“Can I borrow some sweats and a shirt?”

“Of course.” He smiled. He walked up stairs, smiling, about the idea of her in his clothing. 

He shouldn’t be thinking about his best friend like that but he can’t help it. This was a dream come true for him. He had her alone, in his house, and was going to all night. 


“Shawn where am I sleeping because I’m ready for bed.” Y/n yawns standing from the couch. His shirt she’s wearing is too big and it falls off her right shoulder. Shawn lets his gaze drop to her new exposed skin. He clears his throat. 

“You can take my room, I’ll stay on the couch.” He nods standing too. 

“Shawn I don’t want to kick you out of your room.” She looks at him annoyed.

“Stop, just go to bed. I’ll be fine, the couch is comfy.” He says looking at the couch then back her. 

“Fine.” She sighs. She goes in to give him a hug goodnight. 

Shawn looks at her and gives her a hug. 

He’s so tired, he doesn’t think about anything he is doing. He pulls his head away and does the unexpected. 

He leaned in. 


Kissed her. 

Run To You // Sam x Reader P5

Pairing: Sam Wilson x POC Reader, Bucky Barnes x POC Reader
Word Count: 2k+
Warning: HERE’S THAT SMUT YOU WERE LOOKING FOR (it’s really brief tho, lmao sorry), fluff, language, angst, FEELINGS, there’s also a brief amount of violence but it’s just Natasha being the overprotective friend she is.

Summary: Things on the Compound escalate. A very angry Natasha and Steve make their disapproval known. Sam finally confesses.

A/N: HOLY SHIT THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I’VE EVER WRITTEN MORE THAN 10K WORDS. I AM S H O O K. Thank you thank you thank you everyone for your kind words. I never could have dreamed this would be received so well. Oh and i actually managed to not go completely over 2k lmao. 

Inspiration: “Was it something I didn’t say” ~ 98º

I took for granted that you knew, yeah
Oh love, the love I had for you, yeah
I guess you never had a clue
‘Til it was too late, you walked away

All the words were in my heart
Oh, they went unspoken
Baby, now my silent heart is a heart that’s broken…


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Preference: Quidditch


Originally posted by fanasticlypotter

Originally posted by graduatefromhogwarts

Normally, you didn’t really like to watch Quidditch, but then Harry Potter asked if you maybe wanted to watch his game. Of course you wanted to go, only for him. “Y/n! Come sit with us!” Hermione and Ron said when they spotted you. You smiled and stood besides them. 

The game was really fun and nerve wreaking. You had so much fun, yelling for Harry, the twins, Angelina and Alicia. You were really happy when Gryffindor won. “Harry! You did it!” You yelled as you, Hermione and Ron ran down to the team. Harry smiled and blushed a little when you hugged him. He didn’t speak, maybe he was to happy, maybe he just couldn’t when a cute girl was hugging him. 


Originally posted by alyciadubnamcarey

You loved Quidditch but didn’t play. You watched every game, and however you were not in Gryffindor, your favorite team was Gryffindor. At least, when your House wasn’t playing. You, Ron and Hermione often watched together. It was always fun. However, when Ron made it to the team, you enjoyed it even more. You ere always cheering for him, a dear friend, no, a crush. This game was special. It was your house against Gryffindor, and Gryffindor won. You ran to Ron, like always and hugged him. “Good job!” You said happy. “What, you don’t mind that your house lost?” He asked. You shook your head. “Of course not, you did great! I’m so proud.” Ron smiled and grabbed your waist. Slowly, you both leaned in, before your lips touched. It was a soft, sweet kiss. “Thank you, for cheering.” Ron said with a small blush.


Originally posted by rickdixonandthefandomlifeposts

You very much disliked the sport. You just couldn’t enjoy it. You barely watched any games and if you did, you were bored. When you and Draco became a thing, He often asked if you wanted to come. You didn’t and he stopped asking. Until you actually went to one game. When he saw you in the stands, he smiled. “You came!” He said after the game. “Well, I had to come at some point, didn’t I?” 


Originally posted by clbuspotter

You were a chaser, so of course you liked the sport. When you didn’t play, you cheered loudly for Fred, but if he won against your house, then you would be so frustrated. “I can’t believe I lost!” You said as you shook your head. Fred chuckled. “You did great, I was just greater.” He said. You shot daggers at him and threw a pillow. “You are…. ugh!” You threw your hands in the air and turned around. Fred grabbed your waist and kissed your neck. “I’m sorry. I love you, you did great.” It was hard to stay mad, so you smiled. “I love you too.”


Originally posted by peppermint7rose

You didn’t play and you didn’t like to watch that much, but if he asked if you wanted to watch, you always went to watch, cheering him on. You knew he liked that, and you were happy to see him happy. “Honey, did you see that?” He called from his broom. You laughed before he returned to the game. 

“You did amazing.” You said as he was showered. “I guess you are my lucky charm.”


Originally posted by dailywizardingworld

You were a motivated player, a keeper to be precise. You loved the game and didn’t like it when Neville missed a game.

“Why didn’t you come to my game?” You said, hands placed on your hips. “I’m sorry, I just had a lot of homework. I will come to your practice.” He said, feeling guilty. “No, you don’t have to come. Go study.” He was startled. “But, Y/n-” You cut him off. “Talk to my ass while I walk away.” You knew you were unreasonable, but at that moment you didn’t care. You wanted him to see you win, that is all. Of course, you made up a few hours later, saying you were sorry and that he could come watch if he wanted. 


Originally posted by random-fandom-imagines98

Of course you loved Quidditch. Maybe not as much as him, but you loved it. You were a Beater and when you played against Gryffindor, you both were very focused. “Good luck, Wood.” You said with a smirk. “Same too you, Y/l/n. Hope you are ready to lose.” He said before focussing on the game. 

“Y/l/n.” He groaned. You had won. You smirked. “I knew it! I did better then you!” You said. He looked a little bit down. “I’m sure you will win the next one, Oliver. You did great!” You said as you flung your arm around his shoulder and kissing his cheek. He smiled a little. “You did good, too.” 


Originally posted by my-harry-potter-generation

You enjoyed the games, even played a little but weren’t on the team. You didn’t always go and watch the games, only when Cedric played, really. Cheering from the stands with the brightest smile and loudest voice. 

“You sure were loud, darling.” Cedric said after you kissed him. “How could I not? You were amazing!” He chuckled and gave you a peck. “Thank you.”


Originally posted by marauders-club

The two of you always went together, cheering for Harry, and later, Ron. Well, honestly, you mostly talked and giggled. It was a fun time to just gossip or talk about some subject. Or just lay your head on her shoulder. Each game was almost perfect. “This was a great game, Don’t you think?” You said as you walked back to the castle. “Oh yeah? Who won?” Hermione said as she took your hand. “I don”t know, really.” Hermione laughed, and you joined in. 


Originally posted by hogwartsfansite

You both liked the sport, sure, but you didn’t wacht every game. Most students would attend to the matches, so if you didn’t go, you and Luna would have some time alone, some time to do whatever the hell you wanted without judgement. It was great to be alone, but standing on the stands together was also great. Cheering for friends or your own house, it didn’t matter. Anytime you were with Luna, felt great, magically and perfect.


Originally posted by my-harry-potter-generation

She loved Quidditch very much and pulled you with her. You didn’t like it as much as she did, but you never told her when you didn’t want to watch her practice, you even helped her practice, even though you were not as good as her. You supported every dream of her, and when she made it to the team, you were happier then her. “I knew you could! You can do anything! I’m so glad!” Ginny laughed at how happy you were. “Calm down! I should be this happy!” 

Winners always get the girl

Title: Winners always get the girl

Characters: Cedric x reader, Harry, unnamed Hufflepuffs

Word Count: ~1.4k

Warnings: Snappy end, jealous Cedric, small hints at sexy time like blink and you miss it hints,

Request: Cedric x reader please! Maybe where reader helps care for another player after a rough quidditch and Cedric gets jealous because he likes her but hasn’t told her yet and want her to himself. Thanks xxx

It had been a particularly harsh match between Hufflepuff and Gryffindor. Quidditch always tended to be a dangerous sport, but today all the beaters seemed to have focused especially on the Hufflepuff captain. He had taken quite a few hits, but at the end he stayed on his broom all through the game and that was what mattered.

Or it would matter if it hadn’t been for Potter once again being his super talented self and catching the snitch. Cedric liked the kid well enough normally, but sometimes he seemed unfairly talented and on the field he wished a bludger would hit him in his stupid face.

Especially on days like today when he saw you coming down from the ranks, walking straight to Harry to check if he was okay and to congratulate him for the awesome win. It was days like today that he wished his team would only once beat the damn Gryffindor’s so he would stand a slight chance to be the one you walked up to. A guy was allowed to dream.

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Somebody Else - Tom Holland Imagine

So sorry for the long wait gang. I became a bit obsessed with a Mexican boyband and I spent waaaaay too long looking for good shit in Spanish – and that shit was tough as fuck, my god. 

Anyways, this is inspired by “Somebody Else” by The 1975. This is shit, I’m sorry. I’m tired. This week sucked. 

Leave feedback, comments, ask questions, make requests. Thankssss.x

“Hey Haz, Tom is in the kitchen.” You sighed and moved out of the doorway to head over to your desk by the window. He hugged you and then went over to look for Tom.

You loved Haz but you were stressed about this new script. You had to read it over a few more times before you decided whether or not you wanted to take this on. Although the project was starting off small, you were worried about the fact that you would be filming on location for a year and a half.

Considering you and Tom had been going really strong for the last few months, you didn’t want to ruin your relationship by moving into the midwest while he continued to travel. 

You heard Tom’s sock-clad feet walk into the room. “You doing alright here missy?”

“Yeah,” you sighed, “It’s going alright…”

“Doesn’t sound like you’ve come to a decision yet.” He played with your hair a bit and continued to pet it.

“I’m just worried about us.”

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a classic spring break fling

This is a tad bit late, but HAPPY BIRTHDAY @phiralovesloki!!!!!!!! Hope you had the amazing, wonderful day you so deserve! This is just a bit of romantic Captain Charming silliness to hopefully continue your celebrations :) (thank you, @optomisticgirl, for looking it over!) | 2.6 k, rated T

David didn’t know why he let Victor push him into these things. He barely even liked Victor; he had only agreed to go on this trip because August was going, too, and Spring Break alone in their apartment sounded lame, even if he could have used the time to catch up on school; fourth-year pre-vet courses were no joke.

But in some odd effort to show that he was cooler than Victor, or another similar dick-measuring contest, he’d agreed to join them in Daytona, and it had actually been a lot of fun. The sunny, balmy weather was a far cry from UMaine this time of year, and the beach provided plenty of eye candy. As much as he’d stared at the shirtless bods across the sand, he knew he’d garnered similar attention—and his friends had noticed that, too, which led to the current predicament.

“Come on, Dave, it’s just a wet t-shirt contest; there’s no way you don’t win and then we get free beer.” Of course, it sounded so simple when Victor put it that way.

Normally, David was against any kind of objectification like that, of women or men. But…fucking Victor. This was going to be the third time this week he’d let the pre-med douchebag talk him into this shit.

And a glance across the crowd—in which he caught a flash of blue eyes and bedhead—told him that Killian was here.

And he wasn’t sure if that made him excited or even more embarrassed.

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Thoughts about being a fool

I can accept the fact that the manga is completely different from the anime, what gets me is when both versions have very similar scenes but with a completely opposite meaning.

The context of these scenes is almost the same. There are set before Utena’s final confrontation with Akio.

In the manga, Akio reveals himself as the World’s End and tells Utena to meet her the next day so they can make a ritual that will allow her to finally meet her prince (who in this version isn’t Akio). Of course she ends up accepting because she doesn’t have any other choice (she love Akio and can’t help it) and also she still wants to see her prince.

In the anime the situation is more complicated. At this point, Utena is not only starting to figure out  Akio’s true nature but also she’s starting to see that neither herself nor Anthy are exactly who she thought they were. She already knows that Anthy manipulated and hurt her but also she has accepted that she too hurt and lied to Anthy. She’s aware of her faults and wants to do something to mend her ways. In the conversation she has with Saionji and Touga before this it’s made clear that she’s not only doing this for her prince, she’s mainly doing it for Anthy. This leads to a final verbal confrontation with Touga that we’ll analyze later in this text.

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Let the Summer Games Begin

Originally posted by taeyong-ie

A/n: Y’all probably didn’t know, but I am a huge Overwatch fan. I play the games, read lore, fanfiction. It has ruined my life, but this in honor of the Summer Games and the Overwatch World Cup. Good luck to all players out there ;)

Warnings: Foul language, Extremely sarcastic language, and just regular things most people who play Overwatch says

“Yes! My boy is back in the games again!” You yelled off the top of your lungs as you threw one fist in the air and the other held your phone.

“(y/n) it is way too god damn early in the morning for me to talk to you.” Jungkook grumbled, walking out of his room all wrapped up in his blanket. He was just a walking blanket burrito that was shuffling around your shared house. It wasn’t even that early in the morning, but Jungkook stayed up till four in the morning playing.

“Yeah yeah fuck you too.” You mumbled as you jumped off the couch to walk over to your laptop. “In case you wanted to know this year’s team for Korea has just released their members’ names.” You informed. “Hurry up and get on so we can group up. At least I’ll have one DPS to depend then some dumb kid on reaper doing nothing.”

“Wait the members for the Korean team were released?!” Jungkook, seemed to have finally woken up.

“Bitch did I stutter?”

“(y/n), you’re a horrible best friend why didn’t you tell me?!” Jungkook threw off his blanket and made the dash for his computer.

“That’s what I screaming about earlier. Damn you’re dumb and deaf now.” You rolled your eyes as you watched the blue light from Jungkook’s screen reflect over his face.

“What?! Miro is not on the team this time? But he was mvp last year, and he so killed it.” Jungkook whined. “Who the fuck is Mano? I’ve never heard of him.”

“Yah, Mano was a good pick over Miro.” You defended.

“And why is that?”

“Because Miro is shit on Reinhardt, Mano is way better. Mano is more efficient and can execute better hammer downs than Miro. Give the dude a chance you’ve never seen him play.”

“And you have?”

“Obviously more than you to know about this tanker than you.” You stuck your tongue out at Jungkook.

“But isn’t Saebyeolbe so attractive? I’ve never met such an attractive player, he’s beautiful inside and out.” You swooned over the most attractive player from LW Blue.

“Yah, what about me? Or Yoongi or Hongbin?” Jungkook shot back.

“Tsk, no way I would date one of you guys. You are all ugly, especially you Jungkook. You’re like some weird muscular bunny, and I would have never thought that ‘muscular’ and ‘bunny’ would ever come together.” You teased.

“Yah you punk! I swear I will leave you to die on the battlefield.” Jungkook threatened.

“Too bad he has a girlfriend~” You sighed, ignoring Jungkook’s threat. “Also the god is on the team again. Ryujehong is back! For sure we are going to win.” You smirked and tucked your chin in between your thumb and index finger.

“You need to calm down (y/n), I’ve never seen anyone go insane over Ryujehong before.” Jungkook scoffed.

“Take that rude comment back. Ryujehong is the best Ana in the world, he is god. You’re just jealous because you can’t aim like him and he’s a better support than you.” You gasped loudly.

“Yes, I would love to have his aim. And of course he’s a better support than me, I don’t play as a support.”

You smirked, “that’s how I know you are shit at support.”

“Aish shut your mouth.” Jungkook groaned as he threw a small tsum tsum plush, that was by his laptop, at you.

“Hurry and accept my invite.” You said, changing the subject. Jungkook rolled his eyes and accepted your request to play. Once you were set up in the game and you had to choose your hero. You immediately picked Mercy, your main hero. On the other hand, Jungkook picked McCree.

“Aren’t you excited for the summer games event? That Mercy skin is so mine.” You said.

“Same here, but I want that McCree skin.” Jungkook agreed. The game loaded and you were dropped onto a map. You and Jungkook were on defense, on assault map. So in order to win the opposing team couldn’t take the two capture points on the map. You had fifty seconds to set up your defense around the first capture point with the rest of your team. Countdown for the match to begin ticked down to zero, and the opposing team came rushing out of their spawn. You powered Jungkook up with a blue damage boost ray that came out of your staff. You could hear that hit meter tick as Jungkook fired off bullets, and soon a red skull flashed in the middle of your screen informing you that Jungkook killed the other McCree.

You could hear the heavy foot steps of a Reaper hoping to get an easy pick off of you. “Jungkook there is a Reaper behind me, get him!” You screamed as you backed away, pulling out your pistol to hopefully land some damage. To avail you ended up getting blasted in the face with shotgun rounds, killing you.

“Jungkook, you thot! You were supposed to kill him. Protect your healer or something.” You scolded as you were rushing to get back to your from spawn.

“What, what do you want me to do?!” A second after he said his sentence, you saw that he got eliminated by the same Reaper in the kill feed.

“God damn it, you’re a shitty healer (y/n).” Jungkook cursed.

“What do you want me to do? I was coming back from spawn, after you betrayed me.” You flew to your other teammates who needed healing, as you began to build up to your ultimate ability.  

“What are you doing rez me!” Jungkook said, you gave him an ‘are you shitting me?’ face, and pressed the button that displayed the status of your ultimate.

“My ultimate is charging.” Jungkook heard the light German accent feminine voice through his headphones.

“And no way am I going to solo rez you. The least I will do it two because it is actually worth it. It is so dumb to solo ult as Mercy.” You rolled your eyes as you kept pocketing a D.va. Jungkook was then back in the fight, trying to ward off many enemies, by eliminating them.

“(y/n) I need healing…” He said, but you didn’t start to heal him, by then he started to spam the ‘I need healing’ button.

“Hold on I am pocketing this D.va give me a second.” Before you could use your guardian angel ability Jungkook was trying to run away, but he already died.

“Oh my god (y/n) you’re so fucking awful you could have helped me.” Jungkook whined.

“Hush you weird ass bunny, I am not going to fly to you in a feeble attempt to heal, but fail because it was inevitable that you were going to die, and then I will be left going against three people and ultimately getting gang banged. I am the only support on this team, because you bone heads decided to run a single support meta.” You explained. By the time you were done talking you had your ult, and so you just needed to keep pocketing as a distraction so your team could re-group. You flew to a Hanzo to heal him, but he got shot in the head, quickly ending his life. You were surrounded by a Pharah and a Genji.

“Holy shit Jungkook, I’ve got a Genji and a Pharah up my ass help!” You screeched as you started to run backwards pulling out your pistol. You started to aim and fire as the Genji was the first to attack, you started to fire while pushing your jump button, you final killed him. You kept going backward until you found the health pack.

“Jungkook where are you?” You asked, as the Pharah kept advancing. You pulled the same strategy as you did with the Genji, and you ended up eliminating the Pharah with a head shot.

“Holy mama Jin tiddies, I did it! Haha, I killed her Jungkook. That was sexy as hell.” You smirked as you switched back to your healing staff to rejoin your group.

“My ultimate is ready (y/n) come and boost me.” You followed Jungkook as you and him were going to find the high ground to pick off some enemies on the point. One by one you’re teammates were dying on the point. You heard McCree’s iconic line he says when the “Q’ button is pushed.

“It’s high noon.” Jungkook was trying to zone some head shots, but got sniped be a Widowmaker.

“What the shit, my tit is fucking pineapple.” Jungkook yelled in frustration. Right at this moment it was now or never for your ultimate, you were the only one left and you were in range, of resurrecting all five of your dead teammates.

“HEROS NEVER DIE.” WIth a brilliant yellow flash you’re whole team was alive again, and ready to contest. With a few ultimates that were popped you were able to get all of your opponents off the capture point and win.

“YES (Y/N) YOU ARE THIS MATCH’S SAVIOR I LOVE YOU.” Jungkook yelled, jumping up from his chair and started to bunny hop around your house. You blushed at Jungkook’s comment about him loving you, but the heat that painted your cheeks quickly dissipated. You sadly knew he never meant those three words in the light you hoped he said them in.  

“Are you two holding your nerd fest again?” An older male yawned as he walked past you and Jungkook into the kitchen.

“Oh Jin hyung, good morning.” Jungkook chirped to look up to tired male.

“What do you two want for breakfast?” Jin asked.

“Crepes?” You suggested.

“Fuck yeah, crepes.” Jungkook enthusiastically agreed.

“Okay, coming right up. (y/n) can you come and help me?” Jin said, as he started to take out ingredients for the batter. You hopped to your feet, to join Jin the kitchen. Jungkook involuntarily pouted as his favorite support player left him to play on his own.

“Jungkook what do you want in your crepe?” You asked, pulling out the fruits you wanted.

“Can you make me that protein crepe you always make me? Also can I have a chocolate and strawberry crepe?” Jungkook requested. Already at his age Jungkook was tall and pretty muscular, he also had a fast metabolism that left him always hungry. Sometimes you found yourself running from your house to the gym to drop off snacks for Jungkook while he was at practice. It was a bit of a pain in the butt, but you didn’t mind because it helped you get some exercise in. You washed strawberries, blueberries, and raspberries; while Jin was cooking the delicate crepes. You pulled one golden sheet and loaded it up with egg whites that were already cooked, ham, and a sliced avocado. You folded up the crepe, and moved onto the second crepe. You slathered the second crepe with a chocolate spread, and sliced strawberries; also folding up that crepe.

“Here you go muscle pig.” You said as you placed Jungkook’s plate down on the table.

“Thank you mom, thank you dad.” Jungkook said, as he sat down to eat. Both you and Jin looked at him.

“Wait, who’s ‘mom’ and who’s ‘dad’?” You asked curiously.

“Well isn’t obvious?” Jungkook took a bite out of the savory crepe first. “Jin is ‘mom’ and you are ‘dad’.”

“How so?” Jin wondered.

“Jin is the one who takes care of me the most, he always watches over me, cooks me food. And (y/n) you’re the one who can not be trusted with me, because you will probably lead me off a cliff. Also you do the least amount of work when taking care of me, and I will always ask where Jin is because I don’t want to die while I am with you.” You felt your eyebrow twitch with anger as you processed everything Jungkook said. You were about to say something, but Jin’s windshield wiper laugh cut you off.

“Haha that is one of the most accurate things I have ever heard.” He said in between giggles.

“That is so not true I am perfectly capable of taking care of Jungkook, I do not endanger him all the time.” You argued.

“That is so not true (y/n) that is a load of bull.” Jungkook said,

“He’s not wrong.” Jin agreed.

“Don’t expose me!” You screamed, “You two are so rude.” You said, taking your place at the dining table to eat with your plate.

“I will kill you both as you sleep.” You threatened, followed by you shoving a mouthful of crepe into your mouth. You sulked as you ate your crepe as Jungkook watched you with his wide bunny eyes and his two front teeth resting on his pink lips. Jin observed the younger creepily staring at his crush and chuckled to himself silently.

‘You two are the stupidest kids in love.’ He thought as he started to eat his own breakfast.

“(y/n) remember you have to play Overwatch with me after practice today. I want to win in Lucio ball so I could get summer loot boxes.” Jungkook said, pointing his fork at you. You rolled your eyes at Jungkook’s request.

“Yeah, I’ll try to play. Depends on how much homework I finish before practice today.”

“No exceptions…except for homework.”

“Yeah yeah I’ll be there.” You said, as you took your plate to the sink. “Also I don’t have any extra snacks in my bag, so I can’t run to the badminton gym to refuel your dumb ass. I have enough for only me.” You added.

“Fine I’ll bring my own food.” Jungkook grunted. Jungkook followed your lead and placed his own dirty dish in the sink.

There was knock on your door and your ears perked as you heard the sound of knuckles against the wood. Your head peeked out of your room, and you ran to the door with your bag and books in hand.

“That’s Jimin. We’re going to study at the library together. See ya Kook, see ya Jin.” You said as you dashed out the door. Jungkook could hear your voice from behind the closed door as you greeted Jimin happily. Jungkook wrinkled his nose in envy as you walked away with the handsome physical therapist major.

“You’re jealous again.” Jin said, not even making eye contact with Jungkook.

“Am not.” Jungkook defended.

“Unlike you muscle pig, I use my eyes to see. I know wrinkle your nose as if you smelled rotten eggs stuffed in a old sock, when you are jealous.”

“But why does (y/n) spend all of her time with Jimin.” Jungkook whined. “It is so unfair hyung.” Jungkook motioned to the door, from which you left.

“Ah poor muscle pig…” Jin ‘tsked’, chaking his head. “You train all of your bodily muscles, but never train your brain to become stronger. You do remember (y/n) and Jimin have the same major right? It does make sense that they would study together.” Jin explained.

“I don’t care about that. Jimin still gets her attention.” The poor bunny boy was still pouting.

“Uh who’s the one who makes (y/n) run from our house to the gym to deliver carrots and apples to them? Or plays Overwatch with them until four in the morning? (y/n) practically hovers around you whenever she has free time.” Jin pointed out.

“You’re right…” Jungkook sighed dejectedly. “ I do make her do a lot of things with me.”

“Yeah, remember in high school you would close your locker around the same time (y/n) would just so the two of you could walk home together?” Jin teased.

“Yah, don’t remind me about my unfertilized cell days.” Jungkook screamed at the older.


Jungkook was doing squats with weights for his practice as he still thought about you and Jimin. The both of you would be like a power couple on campus. The best freestyle swimmer and butterfly swimmer together? That is a match made in heaven. You and Jimin were probably easily the most charming people in your university; you both had many diverse talents; rarely lost your tempers; would be kind to anyone, even though you could secretly hate them, but never admit that out loud.

“Jungkook? Jungkook!!” A female voice interrupted him from his squats. Jungkook looked up to see a female teammate waiting for the weight bar.

“The last circuit is up, you’re supposed to be at the medicine balls now.” She said.

Jungkook licked his chapped lips out of bad habit, for when he was embarrassed because he did something wrong he would lick his lips. “R-right. I’ll get to it, sorry.” He apologized and walked over to the weighted balls. Usually around this time you would have stopped studying to deliver some sort of snack to him on your way to swim practice. He chuckled to himself as he remembered that sometimes you would run as fast as you could because you lost track of time and you were running late for practice. However, you still found time to drop off a tangerine or a bag full of nuts.


“Hey nice run today (y/n), I can’t believe we pr’d.” Sungkyung said, slapping your back. Sungkyung was part of your relay team, and she swam the back stroke portion.

“I mean I can’t be the only who can makes it possible, all of you guy help me.” You said, rubbing your wet hair, that was a few shades lighter than your actual (h/c) shade, with a (f/c) towel.

“(y/n) are you going to join the co’ed relay team? You are the fastest free style swimmer.” Hyeja asked. You wrinkled your face as you thought about the possibility.

“I’m no too sure…” You trailed, “I mean there’s probably someone who wants to swim in the race.”

“But Park Jimin is going to swim in the butterfly leg, it’ll be the perfect team. Guaranteed to bring home the gold.” Jayeon fantasized.

“Talk about Park Jimin…” Hyeja, smiled and elbowed you in the arm.

“He’s coming~” Jayeon squealed, as the broad shoulder swimmer came walking towards your group.

“We’ll see you later (y/n), good practice!” Syungkyung said, a little too loudly obvious, as she herded Jayeon and Hyeja away from you.  You waved them off, and turned to talk to Jimin.

“Hey (y/n)…” Jimin said, as you stopped right in front of you. His short pink hair was already dry, and looked fluffy to the touch. The both you were wearing the same swim team jackets of black and baby blue, with your university name printed on it. You both also had swim bags slung across your bodies of the same black and blue, stuffed with wet swim suits, goggles, caps, and towels. You could smell the permanent faint scent of chlorine that clung to Jimin’s tan skin, from all of the countless practices Jimin attended. The chlorine was also mixed with Jimin’s natural scent, it reminded you of clean sheets and detergent.

“What’s up Jimin.” You said, greeting him.

“So are you going to join the coed relay team for the freestyle leg?” He asked.

“Most likely I’m not going to join. I think there are other girls who would want to swim that leg. I’ll see, if there isn’t anyone who doesn’t want to swim the freestyle, I’ll do it.” You answered. Jimin stared at you with complete adoration, he thought your consideration was admirable.

Jungkook was biking towards the swim center. He was done with his night classes so he thought maybe you would want a ride back to the house. He clutched the brakes of his bike as he saw you and Jimin standing together.

“So did you want to go and get dinner with me? My treat, we can go wherever you want.” Jimin offered, with a shy smile. Jungkook looked at you Jimin sadly, he thought you were going to say ‘yes’ so there was point in him being there. So turned in the direction of the house, and sped off. His anger and sadness, pumping the pedals of his bike.

You remembered what you promised Jungkook earlier today, and shook your head. “I’m sorry Jimin, but I’m going to have to decline.’

“Oh….” Jimin said sadly, and looked at the ground.

“I’m sorry… I just promised my roommate something, and I have to hold that to him.” You admitted, smiling as you thought about the bunny like boy.

“No, it’s okay. I’ll just catch you at another time, okay?” You could see the melancholy behind Jimin’s kind smile.

“Okay..” You said quietly.

“I’ll see you then (y/n).” Jimin said, as he walked away, waving to you. You waved back and watched his figure walk away. When Jimin was gone, you turned to walk home. On your way home you stopped in a restaurant to order some lamb skewers for your two little, not so little, kids.

“I’m home.” You announced, slipping your shoes off. The plastic bag that held the skewers of meat rustled with every step you took.

“Where’s Kook?” You asked, expecting him to be on his laptop already playing.

“The bunny edge lord is sulking in his room.” Jin said, not even looking up from his rose gold iphone. You placed the plastic bag on the table, and Jin looked up from his screen.

“Don’t eat them all, the bunny still needs to eat. You might lose your fingers if you eat them all.” You said without missing a beat.

“Bunny Kook you in there?” You knocked on the bedroom door. You heard the rustling of sheets, but no pads of feet walking across the floor. You knew Jungkook never locked his door, so you pushed the door open. Jungkook was curled up on his bed cradling the medium sized Iron Man tsum tsum you gave him.

“Wow who stole your carrots?” You joked, hoping maybe you could bring Jungkook out of whatever funk he was in, if you approached comically. Jungkook sat up to look at you, still holding the soft toy.

“Park Jimin.” He grumbled.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Park Jimin? When did he bite you in the butt?” You said.

“Today, like an hour ago when he asked you out to dinner.” Jungkook screamed. You were a bit taken back from Jungkook’s confession.

“Wait, what do you mean by that Jungkook?” Your face straightened with seriousness.

“I-I….uh….” Jungkook shrank back a little, squeezing the Iron Man tightly. “Aish, I’m such dumb muscle pig…but I really like you (y/n). Maybe I don’t actually like you, I’m in love with you. You just compliment me so well, you help me where I am weak, and I always find joy in helping you in where you need it. You are super considerate towards me, you probably take care of me better than I can care for myself. You work hard, but you play hard, always making it fun to play with you. Only you play Overwatch with me every time I ask, you bring me snacks when I ask, and you make me whatever I ask for. It’s a bit selfish that I take advantage of your kindness, from time to time, but I fell in love with you. You are the perfect level of weirdness, kindness, and beauty. Only someone who does not have their five senses is the only one who can’t fall in love with you.” Jungkook hung his head lowly, after he confessed.

“I agree with you.” You said warmly.

“What?” Jungkook looked up to meet your warming smile, that made his heart flutter.

“I think the only person who can’t fall hopelessly in love with a weird mutated bunny like you, is someone without their five senses.” You confessed.

“Wait you really mean it?” Jungkook asked, round eyes filled with hope. You walked Jungkook and squeezed his large frame with your arms.

“Of course I mean it.” You said. Jungkook pulled you away from him, but captured you again with his lips.

“It’s about time that my two dumb roommates have found out that maybe you two have mutual feelings.” Jin screamed. Jungkook held you in his arms as the two of you giggled at your older roommate.

“Shall we go? There is lamb skewers and Overwatch waiting for you.” You said, earning a smile from Jungkook.

“Of course, I get to have my three favorite things in the world.”

“Okay, I know you like Overwatch and lamb skewers. What is the third thing?” You asked.

“You~” Jungkook answered cheesily as he nuzzled his bunny nose against you cheek. “Ew, you smell chlorine.” Junkook pulled away and crinkled his nose.

“What did you expect from me you dumb muscle pig?” You chuckled.

“But I am your dumb muscle pig~”


“Are you ready for this (y/n)?” Jungkook asked curiously.

“Yes, I am ready.”

“Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?”

“Yes Jungkook my body is so ready.” You answered,

“Are you absolutely sure?”

“Just hurry up and do it Jeon!!” You screamed, begging.

“Okay…three…two…one!” Both you and Jungkook opened your summer loot box. You saw a flash of yellow flipped on your screen. Your excitement was building up. But when all of your prizes settled you saw McCree dressed as a life guard. You stared at your screen with shock. 

“I got the McCree skin what?!” You screamed. Jungkook then opened his mouth. 

“The fuck I got the Mercy skin!” 

Lingo: (in order of appearance) 

DPS: Damage per second. A DPS hero is the hero that does the most damage in the game in terms that they usually get the most elminations in a game

Hammer downs: Reinhardt’s ultimate ability.

Tanker: Term used for someone who mainly plays a tank hero.

LW Blue: A competitive gaming team from South Korea. 

Spawn: The area where one team begins or re-spawns when killed.

Rez: Short for resurrect. Mercy’s ultimate in the game allows her to bring dead teammates back to life.  

Solo Rez: To use resurrect for one person. 

Solo ult: To use a hero’s ultimate for one person.

Pocketing: When healer uses all of their abilities for one person, and ignore the other team. Healers usually pocket tanks.

Meta: Any strategy, action or method used in a game which transcends a prescribed ruleset, uses external factors to affect the game. In this situation I am referring the team composition as the method of strategy used.

Pr’d: To beat a personal record. PR means personal record. 

Good juju

My coffee was amazing this morning. Probably because my husband made it for me after I woke up with no alarm on a lovely day off. 

Originally posted by theworldisworthagif

It’s already hot out, which has me hankering for the outdoor pool…alas, not for another month, which means I’m probably going to miss it. maybe I’ll have a week to lay around and play in the water.

Today’s agenda:

-Dr appointment number 1 million, but hey, we get to see this little peanut again! Maybe I’ll show you some pictures ;)

-Swim while the pool’s empty during the day #winning

-walk tha daag

-grill some meat for dinner

-write 5 thank you cards or husband will steal my computer. the deal has been made.

In other news, I hit 180lbs today. Wee! 5 weeks to go on Sunday. I’m probably going to hit 185…about a 35-40lb gain, which my doc says is fine and normal. Still is like *whoa. Officially 20lbs higher than I’ve ever been. Note to self, not being able to bend, reach my feet, or breath sucks. My face is a little puffy today and my back hurts, my shoes were a tiny bit tight yesterday. 

edit: I just tried to put on literally any skirt I own and …no. one fit up to mid thigh, most got over my waste but wouldn’t clasp (like…inches). Looks like it’s shorts again!


Little Baby Fuentes (Mike Fuentes - Pierce The Veil)

Word Count: 1,933


You sit staring at the little white stick in your hands, seeing the little positive sign telling you that you’ve got a bun in the oven. You’d always wanted to be a mum and everyone around you said you’d be perfect since you loved kids, your boyfriend on the other hand would take some convincing. Mike told you he wanted to wait until you were married to have children, but unprotected sex had led to that option going out the window.

Mike was at the studio recording tracks for the band’s new album, this probably wasn’t the best time for you to get pregnant. Mike was stressed with making a perfect album for the fans, also once they released it they would tour for months and you didn’t fancy being pregnant on a tour bus. Mike wouldn’t be there for the important scans, but maybe just maybe this happy news would cheer him up.

You walk into your shared living room and sit anxiously on the sofa, you put the test on the coffee table and wait for Mike to get home. Around 8pm you hear the front door open and Mike’s voice rings through the apartment.

‘Babe I’m home. Where are you?’

You chewed your lip and took a deep breath.

‘I’m in the lounge Mike. I have something to tell you.’

He enters the room cautiously; he didn’t like surprises so you decided not to hold him in suspense.

‘I’m pregnant Mike; you’re going to be a father.’

You expected a little joy to appear on his face but what you got was the complete opposite. His jaw clenched and you noticed his fist also clench, why was he angry? A baby was good news.

‘Why did you have to go and ruin what we had y/n? We had a plan, this complicates thing. We have an album and then a tour; I can’t be expected to be in two places at once. Do you want to make me choose between my band and you? Because I won’t.’

Tears threatened to spill out of your eyes as each harsh word left his lips. Why was he acting this way, he didn’t need to be cruel.

‘I would never make you choose Mike. I love the band as much as you. I didn’t ruin our plan, I ruined your plan. Scratch that no, a baby doesn’t ruin anything. Do you not want to have a baby with me? I’m not getting rid of it.’

‘I didn’t say you had to get rid of it y/n. Why are you always so over dramatic, it gets on my nerves. Why I’ve stayed with you this long I’ll never understand. Fuck this I’m out.’

He punches the wall nearest to him and you jump back wide eyed in shock, you’d never seen him this worked up before. What did he mean by ‘I’m out’? You get off the sofa and make your way towards him but he raises a hand to stop you.

‘Do you not love me Mike? I love you. Stop acting this way; don’t say words you don’t mean.’

‘Oh I meant them y/n. Goodbye.’

Your heart stopped beating for a millisecond when those words left his lips. You stood frozen to the spot as he stormed out of the apartment slamming the door behind him. A tear rolls down your face and next thing you know you’re collapsing on the floor a sobbing wreck. You needed to call your brother.


We’d just finished at the studio and I was back at my apartment when I heard my mobile go off. It was my baby sister y/n so I picked up in a heartbeat, I was happy until I heard crying down the other end.

‘y/n what’s wrong? Has something happened? Has Mike hurt you?’

I knew Mike would never hurt her because he loved her madly but it just slipped out of my mouth.

‘Jaime…I’m pregnant…’

My little sister was pregnant, I was over the moon about being an uncle but why did she sound so upset.

‘Err then why are you crying sis?’

She sniffled before answering.

‘I told Mike…he…he…said it ruined what we had…it ruined his plan…he said…he’d choose…the band over the baby…he said…cruel things…he said he was out…punched a wall and left…he hates me Jaime…’

With each word that left her lips I got angrier at Mike. How could a baby ruin something? He and y/n were perfect for each other, hell I wouldn’t have set them up if I didn’t think they’d have a future. Mike did want kids because he’d talked about it. So why was he freaking out over the fact y/n was pregnant? He promised me he’d never hurt my sister and here she was crying to me over the phone.

‘I’m going to talk some sense into him y/n. You deserve happiness and Mike would be stupid to throw what the two of you have away. I’ll talk to you later.’

She said goodbye weakly and hung up. I slammed my phone down on the counter knowing exactly where Mike would go. Vic was chilling at Tony’s where as I chose to come home. That’s where I would find Mike.

I got in my car and drove the short distance to Tony’s. Mike’s car was already in the drive. I was going to make him pay for hurting my baby sister like he had.

I entered the apartment and heard laughter coming from the lounge; Vic and Tony were playing some video game while Mike nursed a beer on the other sofa. How could he be so calm and relaxed?


Vic and Tony paused the game while Mike glanced up at me and shrugged. I went to lunge at him but Tony got up and managed to hold me back.

‘Jaime chill, what exactly did Mike do to y/n?’

I pushed Tony off me and clenched my fists.


I pointed a finger in Mike’s direction and continued my rant.


‘Mike is this true?’

Vic turned to his brother and Mike bowed his head sheepishly before nodding.

‘It’s true Vic, I yelled at y/n when she told me she was pregnant. She looked happy when I walked in the door and now I’ve broken her.’

‘What changed Mike?’

Tony asked a valid question, it was a question I wanted an answer to. Mike shuffled on the sofa still keeping his eyes down.

‘In interviews people keep bringing up the fact that I drink a lot and smoke weed occasionally. I’m never going to be father material guys, just look at me I’m not exactly a cookie cutter guy. Everyone’s against us, I don’t want people looking down at y/n or the child because of their assumptions of me.’

It was true, Mike did like to party but so did y/n. I didn’t realise how much interviewers asking questions about his habits had affected him, he always shrugged them off and laughed. Now I felt kind of bad for yelling at him, but at the same time I would always fight my sister’s corner.

Both Vic and Tony looked equally shocked at Mike’s confession. He was so scared of being a bad father that he intentionally sabotaged his relationship with y/n, who would stick by him through thick and thin. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair.

‘I’m still mad at you Mike, she is my baby sister. But why didn’t you tell us any of this? You know y/n would fight tooth and claw for you as would the rest of us. I’m not going to let you throw this away. You need to man up, realise that people are on your side and fix things with y/n.’

For the first time Mike looked up and locked eyes with me, I saw sadness and regret behind his eyes and knew he felt awful about how he treated her.

‘What if she doesn’t take me back guys?’

‘She will Mike, you just need to show her that this baby doesn’t change anything. You’re going to be a great father and myself, Jaime and Tony will be the best uncles a child has ever had.’

Mike put down the beer bottle and stood up shakily. He knew what he had to do to make things right with y/n. He walked around the coffee table and stopped in front of me.

‘I’m sorry for how I treated her Jaime.’

I simply nodded.

‘I forgive you Mike, now go and win her back. But hurt her again and Tony won’t hold me back.’


It felt good to get that off my chest, I just hoped I wasn’t too late to salvage things with y/n. I loved her like crazy and I was going to try my best to change to become a good father for my unborn child. Screw the media, y/n and I were happy and both of us had the band and our family and friends behind us.

I opened the apartment door and heard the faint buzz of the TV. I walked into the lounge and noticed y/n curled up on the sofa with a blanket over her asleep. I gingerly walked towards her and sat down on the sofa next to her before putting her head in my lap. Her eyelids fluttered open.

‘Mike is that you?’

I bent down and kissed her forehead.

‘Yes it’s me. I was a dick before and I don’t deserve your forgiveness y/n. But your brother and guys talked some sense into me.’

‘I forgive you Mike, but why were you so cruel?’

That was one of the things I loved most about y/n and that was that she was forgiving easily, she could never stay mad at anyone. But she did deserve the truth. I told her everything I told the guys.

‘I didn’t know you felt that way Mike. But together we’re going to have a healthy child who’s got two loving parents.’

I didn’t deserve someone as pure and good as y/n. When Jaime introduced her to the band I knew it was love at first sight, why she chose me I had no idea? Then again she did admit to having a weakness for drummers one night when she was drunk. I wrapped my arms around her and held her.

‘You’re too perfect y/n. We’re going to be great parents. Plus I’m teaching him or her to play the drums okay?’

y/n laughed.

‘So we’re going to raise a little drummer? I can get on board with that Mike.’

She sat up and pressed her lips against mine and I kissed her back with equal passion. Then something crossed my mind which made me chuckle, y/n pulled away and quirked an eyebrow.

‘What’s so funny Fuentes?’

‘Last time we kissed we ended up making a baby.’

y/n soon joined in with my laughter and playfully slapped my chest.

‘Shut up and kiss me Mike.’

‘As you wish my lady.’

I claimed her lips once more; we could make hundreds of babies because I never wanted to stop kissing this girls lips.

  • Matt: Hosting a house party. You two coming?
  • Elyza: Sure. [Looks over at Alicia and smirks] Try not to kiss me at this one, Sweetheart. [Winks]
  • Matt: Woah, wait, what?! Elaborate please.
  • Alicia: [Rolls eyes] It was an accident.
  • Elyza: [Snorts] Right, 'cause you were totally going for a peck on the cheek.
  • Alicia: I was trying to be friendly. You were the one moping around and getting wasted on Valentine's Day.
  • Elyza: And you needed alcohol to do something so platonic and innocent?
  • Alicia: In my defense, you were the one who turned your head so fucking quickly also you didn't have to call me a lightweight.
  • Elyza: Geez, you don't have to be super competitive and prove someone wrong all the damn time.
  • Alicia: Says the person who loves to brag about winning.
  • Elyza: Not my fault, I'm better than most people.
  • Alicia: Better at being a sarcastic little shit than most people.
  • Matt: Right. Sooo...Elyza, how was the kiss? She still any good? Soft lips?
  • Elyza: [Shrugs] I've definitely had worse.
  • Alicia: [Groans] You're an insufferable idiot.
  • Elyza: No need to get so defensive, if you really want to kiss me all you have to do is do it, Buttercup. I won't even question it.
  • Alicia: I hate you. [Walks off]
  • Elyza: [Catches up and whispers into her ear] You do have very soft lips.