i said oh snap

“I’m not going to fight you,” the protagonist said. “I don’t believe in violence.”

“Oh good,” the antagonist snapped. “That will make it so much easier to kill you. Would you mind doing me a huge favour and putting your head on the chopping block too.”

“You seem a bit distressed.”

“Pick up the bloody sword, on your honour!”

“On my honour,” the protagonist returned, “I will not.”

Who is she Ketch?

A/N: So I was sitting at work this morning when this idea struck me and I was like…I HAVE TO WRITE THIS. Set during the current season so spoilers.

Summary: The British Men of Letters want info on all the American hunters & finally find something they can use against Sam & Dean to get the information.

Originally posted by faith-in-dean

Sam and Dean sat in their chairs as they glared at Ketch and the two other members of the British Men of Letters who had barged into the bunker. The boys had just returned home from a hunt Ketch had sent them on and were enjoying some beers when Ketch came through the door with his gun drawn.

“We wanna talk to Mick. Now.” Sam said as he scowled at the Englishman.

“Ah, about that. Mick, he’s dead, been dead for a couple of weeks now.” Ketch replied nonchalantly.  The Winchester’s continued to stare at Ketch, trying to not react to the news of Mick’s death.

“Why’d you kill him?” Dean questioned.

“Let’s just say that the, higher level members back home didn’t approve of the way he was handling things here in America. So he had to be handled.” Ketch told the brothers.

“What do you want?” Sam asked, changing the subject.

“Well, you see, those same members decided that we need to change our strategy towards you American hunters. Assimilate or eliminate.” Ketch said as he looked between Sam and Dean.

“So if we don’t take to your rules, you’re gonna kills us?” Sam replied.

“Yes. Now, we’re almost positive that you two are going to be a pain in our side and work against us so you’ll be handled, but first, you’re going to give us information about all the hunters you know.” Ketch stated as if it was a fact. 

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Don’t Look Back (ACOTAR AU) - Part 16

trigger warnings..

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5Part 6, Part 7, Part 8,Part 9, Part 10,Part 11Part 12,  Part 13,  Part 14,  Part 15 Part 17 Part 18Part 19

Rhys was trying to convince himself that he was awake before he almost face planted the kitchen table.

“Couldn’t sleep over how excited you were about your birthday, brother?” grinned Cassian, stuffing the last remains of his bacon sandwich into his mouth. “Or was it just the fact that you sneaked off with Feyre in the dead of night?”

When Rhys arrived home, holding a near unconscious Feyre upright against him, Cassian had spotted them after taking a trip to the bathroom. When his brother saw Rhys guiding Feyre along the landing, Cassian had merely given Rhys the most infuriating grins and had said, Guess you’re a very happy birthday boy. Thankfully Feyre was basically asleep against him when Rhys glared at his brother with enough vehemence that it was the equivalence of throwing the middle finger.

“Shut the fuck up, Cass. Might as well just tell mum outright,” snapped Rhys.

“Oh, I already know,” said Ines as she sauntered into the kitchen, pressing a big kiss on Rhys’ cheek. “Happy Birthday, my gorgeous boy.”

“Did you tell her, you bastard?” Rhys asked Cassian.

Ines snorted, moving round the kitchen to where Azriel was making bacon. “I heard both of you leave at about 2:00am. I’m a light sleeper, Rhysand. Nothing in this house happens without me knowing.” She then threw a wink, “As long as you’re being safe-”

Mum, dear god no, please stop.”

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My  aesthetic is Veronica storming into the Andrews residence and being like, “So i heard you haven’t been sleeping in your room. So … where have you been sleeping?” 

I’ve been telling y’all. She’s wifey™ material. And to think she doubted her abilities of being a good girlfriend.

anonymous asked:

I'm pretty sure you're like my favorite blog xd. Could I get some hero/villain prompts where they are literally stuck together thanks to magic gone wrong or they're trapped someplace? Just...heroes and villains stuck together xd

1) “Are you…panicking?”
“No!” But the signs were all there - the quick breaths, limbs taut and yet unable to contain the shivers of fear. 
“You’re going to get us caught!” The closet was only small and they were trapped or caught and dead and…and the closet was only small. “You’re claustrophobic.” 
“It’s not claustrophobia I just hate being near you.” The shaking didn’t stop. 
They thought fast and drew their enemy closer. “Okay,” they kept their voice low. “Just focus on my breathing.”

2) “You two make such a cute couple.” 
“We’re not a couple,” the villain snapped. 
“Oh,” the civilian said. “I never see you two apart.” 
“We just die being too far away from each other.” The hero wrapped a viciously chummy arm around the villain. “Don’t we, honey?”
“I’ve told you to stop calling me that - for god’s sake!”
“This is all your fault, snookums.”

3) “You don’t really want to be stuck with me,” the villain said, rattling the cuff attaching the two of them. “I’ll make your life hell.”
“You’ll try,” the hero said, not looking up. “But you’re still not leaving my sight.”
“Kinky. If you wanted to watch me you could have just ask-”
“-I have permission to knock you out if necessary.” 
“But then how would you benefit from my wit and wisdom in your oh so important case?”

Lost but Not Forgotten

Originally posted by toyboxboy

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Prompt/Summary: (couldn’t find the drabble request but it was something along these lines.) The reader and Spencer are both BAU agents who have been in a relationship for several years. while on a case the reader gets kidnapped. Spencer refuses to give up on the reader but with no leads and people constantly urging him to give up he reluctantly does. He moves on, until the reader is found and they fall in love again.

Trigger Warning: implied torture (never detailed), angst, cursing, not much else really.


Spencer’s POV

I stood in the BAU parking garage staring at (Y/N’s) car. The driver’s side door stood ajar, her phone on the ground and her purse and its contents sprawled across the floor. The team was a few feet away already trying to figure out what happened to her. However, I couldn’t function, she was gone and we have nothing to go on. I was drawn from my distant state by Hotch’s hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him trying to hold the tears in.

“We’ll find her Reid. we just have to treat this like any other case. Victimology, motive, we need to build a profile.” he said calmly.

I take a deep breath trying to compose myself. I nodded my head, looking back to her car.

“Yeah. yes. Let’s start with a profile.” I stated, already walking back to the building.

We’ll find you (Y/N), and I won’t stop until we do.

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Help Me Get The Girl Part 6 (Grayson Mini-Series)

Description: Grayson seeks out your help to get your friend to fall for him.  In exchange for your help, Grayson promises to take care of your freshman brother when it comes to being bullied.  What you two didn’t know is that even though helping each other would ideally be beneficial, there would be a series of events that would make you two question whether this was a good deal or a disaster in the making.

Word Count: 2,897

Warnings: Language

A/N: Hello there!  I’m like 10x less sick so I finally got this written!  The two songs mentioned in this part are Tenerife Sea and One by Ed Sheeran.  TWO OF MY FAVORITE SONGS EVER!  I really hope you like this part because it’s a very special one that I have been thinking about for a long time. (not my gif)

Your POV:

My feet felt like they were filled with sand, weighed down to the ground so that I couldn’t move them.  My eyes traveled back and forth from Ethan to Grayson.  Their faces mirror each other, both holding an expression of disbelief. This had seemingly been an unexpected even for all three of us.

My hands reached up to brush lightly against my lips, still unsure if the kiss had actually happened.  Ethan took a small step toward us but quickly changed his mind, an uneasy sigh escaping his lips. This silence was unsettling, it was breathless, it was suffocating.  I wanted to break the ice.  I wanted to end whatever was happening right now.  But I didn’t know what to say, so I spoke the truth.  The brutal, honest truth that I didn’t want to utter.

“This is why I asked you not to touch me.” I forced out.  I blinked back tears as I pushed my way past Ethan without looking back.  My bottom lip was tucked in between my teeth, the pressure almost strong enough to draw blood.  I knew that if I left right now, it would be obvious that something had happened.  I knew that if I stayed it would be awkward for the three of us.  

I chose to stay and try to ignore that the situation even happened.  As I joined the rest of the group, I took my place next to Grace, noticing that my drink was right where Ethan promised it’d be. I reached down for it, my throat had started to feel extremely dry.  Out of the corner of my eye I could see that Grace was giving me a questioning look, but I ignored it, downing every last bit of the Dr. Pepper that had been poured for me.  For some reason, maybe due to tonight’s events flustering me, I thought it would be alcohol, but it wasn’t—it was a school night.  God, did I wish it was alcohol.

“Dude, are you good?” Grace’s voice brought me back to reality. “I’ve never seen anyone down a soda that fast.” She let out a small, yet uneasy chuckle.

Awkwardly, I set down my cup, plastering a fake smile on my face.  “Yeah, I’m just really thirsty.” It wasn’t a lie.

“Why are your eyes all red?  Were you crying?” her expression changed from humored to concerned in a snap.  “What’s wrong?”

“Oh!” I said much louder than I intended, “I rubbed my eyes and a speck of mascara flaked off my eyelashes and into my eyes.  I kept trying to get it out and by time I finally did my eyes were like waterfalls.  They’re so easily irritated.” I rambled off at a nearly unattainable speed.

Her mouth formed an ‘oh’ and she nodded her head.  “Girl I’ve had that happen.  It’s the worst!” and with that everything turned back to normal.  “Where are Gray and E?  I have something to ask of you guys.”

“We’re right here!” Ethan’s voice caught our attention.  Grayson was trailing behind him, avoiding all eye contact with me.  Ethan took a seat next to me, his hand resting on my thigh, giving me a reassuring squeeze.  I placed my hand on top of his, absentmindedly lacing our fingers together.  Grayson who had taken a seat next to Grace stared at our connected hands, his eyebrows pulled together, his jaw clenched as tight as it could be.

“So what did you need, Grace?” I asked, my eyes focusing back on my friend.

“Okay, so, as you all know, my father has his company’s annual charity ball coming up.” She eyed us with hope.  “And at this ball there is always a dance performed like you know back in the day, all those classical Victorian era moves and shit.”

“Yeah…” I trailed off, “And we all said no to attending already.” I reminded her, knowing exactly where this was going.

She held up her hand to stop me, “Just hear me out.  The performance company set to perform has dropped out due to an overscheduling issue.  We contacted a local dance studio who offered to fill in, but there are still a few spots that need to be filled.  My sister and her boyfriend offered to join which means we only need two more couples.”

“No.  No!” I stood up.  “No way in hell am I dancing in front of hundreds of people at the community’s biggest charity ball.  Our community’s ONLY charity ball!”

Ethan raised his hand, “I’m going to have to second this.  I’ve got two left feet.  You and Gray can do it.  He’s pretty good at picking up new things.”

Grayson shrugged, “I’m down for whatever.”

“There you go!” I gestured to Grayson without looking at him.  “You only have one more couple to find!  One step closer.”

Grace’s hand went to her forehead, massaging right above her eyes, “Y/n, please. It’s just one night.  We learn the dance tomorrow; the ball is this weekend! Please, as a friend, do this for me.” She gave me puppy eyes.  Of course she would pull the ‘as a friend’ card.  

“I don’t have a ball gown, Grace!  Ethan can’t dance for shit!  And tomorrow I have a family gathering in the evening, I can’t make the practice!  You’re going to have to find someone else.” Each word I spoke was the truth.  I’ve seen the way Ethan moves, he can’t keep with the beat very well.  He would need someone truly experienced to make it successful.

“We can get you a gown on Thursday or Friday.  I’ll dance with Ethan; I’ve done this plenty of times and you can dance with Grayson.  Grayson can come to practice and then teach you some other time!” For the first time since he’d been outside with us, I looked at Grayson who was equally as shocked as me.  “Right, Gray?” she batted her eyelashes.

In my mind I kept begging her to stop.  Stop batting your damn eyelashes.

“Y- yeah.” He stuttered.

“Then it’s settled!” she clapped her hands together and squealed.

My wide eyes settled on Ethan who shrugged, giving in all too easily.  I closed my eyes in frustration, accepting my fate.  As if things couldn’t get worse, I now have to attend a ball with Grayson Bailey Dolan as my dance partner.


“How about this one?” Grace held up a long, light pink dress.  It looked like something a 5-year-old would wear while playing dress up.  Grace and I had complete opposite taste in clothing.  She was all about purples, pinks, light yellows, etc. which is fine, but I was more of a darker colors person, not too many frilly things on it. I knew that by the end of the day we would have to find a happy medium.  Something that was a darker color, but still had a bit of lace or sparkle on it to make her happy.

“I’m not a child, Grace.  No thanks.” I snipped, turning back to the rack.

“You’re hard to please.” She complained, dramatically hanging it back up.

I rolled my eyes, “You think I’m hard to please because you’re pulling out dresses that you would wear, not me.”

“Fine!” she grunted, “If we’re fitting your style you can get this one!” she held up a dress that looked like it had been designed back in the late 50’s. It was a plum purple and looked like an outfit that an evil step mother would wear.  I waved it off, a small smile dancing on my lips as she laughed, shoving it back in with the rest of the dresses.

We continued to rummage through the dresses, finding nothing that I liked and I was starting to think that I should just settle, it was only going to be one night. The selection wasn’t huge because we were in the clearance section.  I couldn’t afford anything too expensive so we were in the dresses under $500 whereas Grace’s was probably over $10,000 I’m sure.

I ran my finders down the line of dresses, my eyes seeing Grace drift over to the more expensive dresses.  My pace started to pick up to stop her from falling in love with a dress that was out of my limits, but I was too late.  I heard her gasp as she approached a mannequin.

“It’s perfect for you.” She said in awe, her hands pulling the fabric out for examination.

I stopped next to her, realizing that she was right.  There was no way that I couldn’t fall in love with this dress. It was a darker shade of gray that almost looked black.  It had a weaved bodice which is what I’m sure attracted Grace to it.  The skirt area consisted of numerous layers of soft tulle material that ranged from a nearly black shade to a lighter gray.  

My hands grasped the price tag and immediately let go once I saw the price. “Grace, $9,000!  No way!  I can’t afford this!”

“Just try it on!” she begged.  “We NEED to know what it looks like on.”

I sighed, “Fine.”

“Ma’am!” Grace called the employee over, “My friend would like to try this on!”

           A couple minutes later, I was stood in front of a mirror, my heart racing faster than it ever had.  Not only because I was wearing something worth more than my car, but because I had never felt that beautiful before.

           “Oh, Y/n, you look beautiful!  I told you this was the dress!” she fluffed the skirt up.

           “It’s gorgeous.” I mumbled.  “I can’t afford it though.” I turned to get a view of what it looked like to the side.  My hand moved down the fabric on my abdomen.

           “You don’t have to pay for it.  While you were changing I asked my dad if we could get it for you.  Of course he said yes, he loves you!  After all you’ve done for me—this is nothing.” She paused for a beat, “I can’t ever repay you for all you’ve done for me.  So, please let us do this for you.”

           “I can’t let you.  It’s only one night.  It’s not worth spending $9,000 for one night.” But she didn’t listen to me.  Before I could stop her, she had pulled a credit card out of her purse, ripped the price tag off of the dress, and left the dressing room area.


It was Friday night, the last day before the ball.  I had to go to learn the dance with Grayson and I was dreading it. We hadn’t spoken since the kiss and we were both avoiding each other as much as possible.  I rang the doorbell which wasn’t like me, I was always one to just let myself into their place.  Grayson opened the door, moving to let me in.

My steps into the house were slow and hesitant.   I was slow enough that he shut the door and walked past me.  I followed behind, leaving a good amount of distance between the two of us.  He reached and grabbed a Bluetooth speaker off of the counter and went to the back door. Again, he opened the door for me and let me out first like the gentleman he was.  He shut the door and walked down the patio steps onto the grass.  He went to the center of the yard, placing the speaker down, gesturing for me to join him.

“Take your shoes off.” He instructed as he did so.

I slid my feet out of my sandals, my eyes still locked onto his.  I kicked them to the side to give us plenty of room. “Why did I need to take my sandals off?” I asked.

“It will be easier for our feet to move against the grass.” He explained, pulling his cell phone out from his pocket.  “So, luckily, Grace got her father to agree to a modern song rather than one sounding like it was set in the Victorian era.  We’re going to be dancing to Tenerife Sea by Ed Sheeran.”

“That’s my favorite song.” I said under my breath.

“Yeah, I know.” He flashed a small smile that disappeared all too soon.  “So first we’re going to go through the steps in bits, then we’re going to put them all together, then we’ll dance to the music. Sound good?”

“Do I really have a choice?” I chuckled.

“Nah.” He grinned back at me.  “Okay, stay there, I’m going to take a few steps back from you.” He strolled backwards till there were about 5 feet between us.  “First we are going to turn to the side, facing opposite directions and take 4 steps forward.  I’ll give us a tempo.” He started to snap his fingers.  “You’re going to step-pause.” I mimicked him for the 4 steps.  And from there it just got more complicated.

Grayson was a pretty good teacher and never went on without making sure that I had gotten the steps down.  We worked through the dance a few times, my mess ups lessening each time.  It was nice that he was encouraging the whole time, especially the parts where we were so close you could barely fit a credit card in-between the two of us.

“Are you ready to put it to music?” he asked, picking his phone up off the ground. I nodded my head, taking a deep breath. “Don’t worry, you’ll do great and don’t forget that we start right when the music begins.”  Again I nodded and got into my position.

He nodded to me before pressing play.  Instantly I froze and didn’t move.  He noticed right away and stopped the music.  “You can do it.  Don’t over think it, okay?” he encouraged me gently before we reset ourselves.  The music started again and I found myself moving to the beat of the intro successfully.  Grayson sent me a small smile before we switched directions to take four steps back to our original spots.

You look so wonderful in your dress
I love your hair like that
The way it falls on the side of your neck
Down your shoulders and back 

I followed the movements he had instructed me to do, our eyes remaining on each other’s.  We slowly moved closer to each other and with each step my breathing got deeper.

We are surrounded by all of these lies
And people who talk too much
You got the kind of look in your eyes
As if no one knows anything but us

Our hands raised, leaving about an inch between them as we started to turn in a circle.  We repeated this movement in the opposite direction before he took my hand into his, his other hand resting against my lower back, pulling me closer to him.

Should this be the last thing I see
I want you to know it’s enough for me
‘Cause all that you are is all that I’ll ever need

           We started to move in sync, him taking the lead, knowing that I was still nervous as hell.  I found myself squeezing his hand a little tighter.  His thumb was making small movements against my back to comfort me. Let me tell you… it was working.

I’m so in love, so in love
So in love, so in love

           Our pace started to pick up with the chorus.  We started to waltz as we moved in circles on the open space.  I could feel how easily we glided over the grass without our shoes on. As we continued to move Grayson’s grip on my hand loosened as he said “turn now” and I followed his instruction.  Our fingers danced together as my body twirled around to resume its position against his.

           We continued to dance, our eyes never leaving each other’s.  Each lyric made me realize just how much I loved being this close to him.  The words spoke to me in a way that they had never done before.  Because if this was the last moment I had in my life, it would completely be enough for me.

           As the song came to an end our bodies slowed to a pause and his hand lifted to my neck, his thumb brushing against my jawline.  His touch sent a fire through my skin, a pleasurable warmth that was so addictive.  He leaned forward and pressed his lips against my forehead, letting them linger longer than I had expected.  He pulled me closer to him again as his phone shuffled the songs on the album and started to play another Ed Sheeran song called One.

           And we swayed to the music, my hand in his again and my head resting against his chest.  A single tear rolled down my cheek, the patio lights the only thing lighting up my face in the now dark night.  So I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment that I would never get again.  The moment that made me feel like I was actually enough for someone.

All my senses come to life
While I’m stumbling home as drunk as I
Have ever been and I’ll never leave again
'Cause you are the only one
And all my friends have gone to find
Another place to let their hearts collide
Just promise me, you’ll always be a friend
'Cause you are the only one


This took a while I know and I’m super sorry.  I’m interested who you want the reader to be with after this part :)

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What More Could I Want? (Ben Platt X Reader)

WC: 3115

Warnings: KINDA SMUTTY YOU WERE WARNED, overuse of the word sang

Summary: Ben and Y/N are performing Say No To This at MisCast. Things, naturally, get steamy, and some feelings are revealed

Tagged: @lildipstick @bellasabb

A/N: Combining three requests! Yay! I had two anons ask for kinda smutty Ben stuff, and one who requested the whole steamy MisCast performance! Hope y’all enjoy

“Cast meeting! Report to the blue room!” I read aloud, chuckling at the text from Will. I made my way to the blue room, noticing that I was the last person to arrive.

“And now we’re a complete set.” Will said, raising his eyebrows at me. I put my hands up and sat down on the couch next to Ben. “Anyway, I have decided to call a cast meeting for a very important reason.” Will said, standing at the front of the room.

“And what would that reason be?” Mike asked, only to be met with a violent shush from Will. “Let me finish, Faist. As you all know, MisCast is this weekend.” Will said and we all cheered.

“Hush. Anyway, I have consulted with a majority of the cast and we have decided on our number, and performers.” Will said and I looked at Ben with a  confusion that he shared. We hadn’t talked to anyone about this.

“We will be performing, drum roll please, Say No To This from Hamilton!” Will said and everyone clapped. “And onto the cast reveal. In the role of Aaron Burr… Mike Faist!” Will said and Mike stood up, taking a mock bow.

“In the role of James Reynolds… myself. Thank you, thank you.” Will said, bowing. I chuckled, clapping lightly to myself. “The bastard orphan Alexander Hamilton will be played by none other than Benjamin Platt.”

Ben looked a little confused but stood up none the less, bowing and smiling. “Which leaves the role of the infamously seductive Maria Reynolds, my wife and Benny’s mistress. Who could possibly play that?” Will said, stroking his chin in mock thought.

“Y/N Y/L/N, that’s who. Congrats wifey.” Will said, gesturing for me to stand up. I’d watched my fair share of Hamilton bootlegs, and I knew how Say No To This played out. There’d be some pretty steamy stuff going down, and I’d have to do it all with Ben.

“Thanks for letting me know beforehand.” I muttered, earning a laugh from the rest of the cast. “Just so you know, we’re getting a divorce after this.” I said, pointing at Will. He put a hand on his chest in mock hurt, an offended look on his face.

“That hurts, Y/N. Anyway, even though everyone knows the song, we should probably do a quick run through before the event.” Will said and I nodded, looking at Ben, his hair shining a golden colour in the sunlight.

“Awesome.” Ben said, a wide smile on his face. “Well, thanks for coming everyone. Meeting closed.” Will said, smirking briefly at me before leaving the blue room, most of the cast following suit.

“So, Miss Maria Reynolds. How does that feel?” Ben said to me when everyone had left. I chuckled nervously, scratching the back of my neck.

“A little overwhelming. How the hell am I gonna fill Jasmine Cephas-Jones’ shoes?” I said and Ben shrugged his shoulders, giving me a shy smile.

“I have the utmost faith in you. I’ve heard you sing Satisfied in your spare time, so I don’t doubt that you can sing this one.” Ben said, gently squeezing my shoulder.

“You’re too kind, sir.” I said, and Ben laughed, his cheeks flushing slightly. “See? You’re in character already.” Ben said, shaking his head slightly.

“Well, I should probably go get ready. I’ll see you later, Alex.” I said, and a half smile crossed his face. “See you later, Maria.”

I took in a deep breath and smoothed down the skirts of my crimson dress, walking up towards Ben. “Hey Ben.” I said, tapping him on the shoulder. He turned around and his jaw dropped, his eyes scanning my body.

“Woah.” Ben muttered, his cheeks flushing a colour a few shades lighter than my dress. “Oh, uh, hey Y/N.” Ben said, stuffing his hands in the pocket of his suit.

“Hi. You ready for our big performance?” I said, taking in a deep breath. Ben nodded, his eyes still trained on my body. “Ben?” I said and he snapped his head up, his cheeks flushed.

“Oh, uh, of course.” Ben said meekly and I smiled, putting a hand on his shoulder. He took in a shaky breath and mustered up a smile. “Then let’s go.” I said, looping my arm through his and walking towards our seats.

“I’m kinda freaking out because two of the current Hamilton cast members are here. What if we screw it up?” I muttered, sitting down on a plastic stool.

“Y/N, you are incredibly talented. We’ll do great.” Ben said, placing a hand tentatively on my knee. I took in a deep breath, internally screaming because Ben’s hand was on my knee.

“Let’s go.” I said when I noticed that Mike and Will had taken their seats. We all stood up, and Mike and Ben walked onstage. “Hey guys!” Mike said, waving to the audience.

“Well, today a few members of the Dear Evan Hansen family will be singing something from a musical you’ve probably heard of.” Ben said, nodding to the band. The cello began to play, and I took in a deep breath.

“There’s nothing like summer in the city. Someone in a rush meets someone looking pretty. There’s trouble in the air you can smell it, and Alexander’s by himself. I’ll let him tell it.” Mike sang, the music playing ominously.

“I hadn’t slept in a week, I was weak, I was awake. You’ve never seen a bastard orphan more in need of a break. Longing for Angelica, missing my wife. That’s when Miss Maria Reynolds walked into my life. She said.” Ben sang, his voice low.

I walked on stage, clutching the microphone for dear life. “I know you are a man of honour. I’m so sorry to bother you at home, but I don’t know where to go, and I came here all alone.” I sang, my voice surprisingly sultry.

I noticed Ben’s eyes widen slightly, but he kept singing, turning to face me. “She said.” He sang, leaning against the desk provided. I nearly missed my cue because the sight of Ben leaning against a desk was rather attractive.

“My husband’s doing me wrong. Beatin’ me, cheatin’ me, mistreatin’ me. Suddenly he’s up and gone. I don’t have the means to go on.” I sang, walking closer to Ben.

“So I offered her a loan, I offered to walk her home. She said.” As Ben sang this I walked right up next to him, and I turned to face him, clutching my dress as I did.

“You’re too kind, sir.” I sang, winking at him as I did. “I gave her thirty bucks that I had socked away. She lived a block away, she said.” Ben sang, moving his free hand about as he did.

“This one’s mine, sir.” I sang, looking away from Ben. “Then I said "well, I should head back home.” She turned red, she lead me to her bed, let her legs spread and said.“ Ben sang, and I whipped around to face him, my dress clutched in my hands.

"Stay?” I sang, trying to be as sexy as possible. “Hey.” Ben said awkwardly, looking me up and down, earning chuckles from the audience. “Hey.” I sang seductively, and I noticed Ben bite his lip.

“And that’s when I began to pray Lord, show me how to say no to this. I don’t know how to say no to this. But my god she looks so helpless. And her body’s saying hell yes.” Ben sang, growling slightly on those last two words.

“Woah.” I sang, circling Ben as I did. “Lord show me how to say no to this. I don’t know how to say no to this. In my mind I’m trying to go.” Ben sang, and my eyes were trained on him. “When her mouth is on mine I do not say no.”

As Ben sang this I walked away from him, and took a deep breath, knowing what was about to come. I turned around at the same time as Ben, our eyes locking. I walked quickly towards him, and took in a deep breath.

I gently grabbed the sides of Ben’s face and pulled him into a kiss. I closed my eyes and melted into the kiss, relishing in the feeling. Ben’s hands sat on my waist, and he pulled me close to him.

My stomach filled with butterflies, but before I knew it, the kiss was over. Ben broke away, and even though he was in character, it still hurt a little.

“I wish I could say that was the last time. I said that last time, it became a pastime. A month into this endeavour I received a letter from a mister James Reynolds, even better. It said.” Ben rapped slightly, Will swaggering onstage.

“Dear sir, I hope this letter finds you in good health. And in a prosperous enough position to put wealth in the pockets of people like me, down on their luck. You see, that was my wife you decided to.” Will sang cockily, looking over at Ben who was clutching a piece of paper.

“Fuuu….” Ben said, earning chuckles from the audience. “Uh oh. You made the wrong sucker a cuckold, so time to pay the piper for the pants you unbuckled. And hey, you can keep seeing my whore wife if the price is right. If not, I’m telling your wife.”

Will ended his part and waltzed off the stage, shooting me a wink as he did. “I hid the letter and I raced to her place. Screamed "how could you” in her face. She said.“ Ben raced over to me and I clutched his arms tightly. "No sir!” I belted, suddenly feeling like I was very much Maria Reynolds.

“Half-dressed, apologetic, a mess. She looked pathetic, she cried.” Ben sang and I sunk down onto my knees, my face dangerously close to his crotch. “Please don’t go, sir!” I sang, and Ben walked away from me, my hands slipping off his knees.

“So, was your whole story a set up?” Ben questioned, looking down at me. “I didn’t know about any letter!” I sang, my hands clasped together. “Stop crying. Goddamnit, get up!” Ben sang, and I clutched my dress.

“I didn’t know any better!” I cried, and Ben sighed, crouching down so he was looking me in the eye. “I am ruined.” Ben sang and I looked him right in the eye. “Please don’t leave me.” I pleaded, watching as Ben walked away.

“I am helpless.” We both sang, and Ben stood up and walked away from me. “How could I do this?” Ben sang softly, almost to himself. “Just give him what he wants and you can have me!” I belted, beginning to stand up.

“I don’t want you.” Ben sang and I felt those words cut deeper than they should have. “Whatever he wants. If you pay, you can stay!” I belted, the key change flowing smoothly.

“Lord, show me how to say no to this. I don’t know how to say no to this.” As Ben sang I raced up behind him, running my hands over his torso. His breath hitched slightly, but he continued singing.

“But the situation’s helpless.” I turned around so I was looking him right in the eye. “Helpless!” I sang, my breathing laboured slightly. “And her body’s saying hell yes.” Ben sang and I spun him around, holding onto his arm.

“Lord, show me how to say no to this.” Ben sang, and he placed one arm on my waist and one on my back. I cupped the side of his face, and took in a deep breath. “How can I say no to this?” Ben and I sang in unison, and I pushed him away.

We decided not to use a chair, so Ben wandered upstage, and I lingered towards the front. “There is nowhere I can go. When her body’s on mine I do not say no.” Ben sang, and I raced over to him, snaking my arms around his neck.

Ben took hold of my arms and took them off his neck. He grabbed my waist and flipped me so I was facing forward, and my back was pressed against his chest. “Yes.” Ben breathed out, his head resting in the crook of my neck.

“Yes.” I sung, leaning back so there was no space between Ben and I. Ben’s arms circled my waist and I rested my hands on top of his. I took one of his hands and moved it higher up my chest, bravely sitting it just above my cleavage.

We briefly forgot about the other lyrics, and I gasped a little when I felt something poking into my lower back. It took all of my willpower to pull myself out of Ben’s embrace, but I had to.

“Say no to this, I.” Ben sang, panting a little. “Don’t say no to this.” We both sang, and I slinked further and further behind Ben. “There is nowhere I can go.” Ben sang and Will stepped forward. “So?” Will said, looking over at Ben.

Ben sighed and walked over to him, handing him an envelope. “Nobody needs to know.” Ben sang, letting out a shaky breath. The music faded and the entire theatre erupted in applause. Mike and I made our way back to the front of the stage, and the four of us all took a bow.

“Thank you!” Will called as we walked off the stage, waving to the audience. “Y/N. Can I, uh, talk to you for a second? In private.” Ben whispered in my ear and his breath tickled and made the hairs on the back of my neck raise up.

I waved at a few people, but quickly followed Ben off to a slightly sheltered area. “I’m gonna cut right to the chase here.” Ben said and I nodded, taking in a deep breath.

“Please tell me it wasn’t just me that felt something onstage.” Ben said and I nodded slightly. “I mean, other than your, uh, you know.” I said, gesturing to Ben’s crotch with my head, and Ben frowned a little.

“You know what I mean, Y/N.” Ben growled, his tone of voice igniting a fire in my stomach. I simply smirked and pulled him into a heated kiss, nothing like our one onstage.

This one was frantic, in a way. Like we were trying to convey months of repressed feelings in one kiss. Ben held me close to him, his hands resting on my upper and lower back. My hands sat on his chest, fiddling with the lapels of his suit jacket.

I quickly pulled off Ben’s jacket, and it fell to the floor. Ben kicked it away and moved me so my back was pressed against a wall. I pulled away, desperate for a breath. My lips felt swollen, and I was fairly certain they were.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this.” Ben said, his voice low and gravelly. “Well, against the wall at MisCast isn’t how I imagined this going, but here we are.” I said and Ben’s eyes darkened, lust clouding them.

Ben attached his lips to my neck, and I felt my legs tremble a little. “Ben.” I gasped, clutching onto the fabric of his shirt. He grabbed the zip of my dress and expertly tugged it down.

I shivered a little as my bare skin hit the cold cement wall, but I let out a breathy moan as Ben found the most sensitive part of my neck. I leaned forward from the wall and I felt my dress fall down, pooling at my feet.

Ben stepped away, surveying his work before his eyes travelled to my incredibly exposed body. “Y/N.” Ben whispered, his wild eyes scanning me up and down.

“Now, it’s not very fair that you’re still wearing most of your clothes, is it?” I said and Ben almost immediately took off his tie, discarding it with his jacket. I captured Ben’s lips in a fiery kiss, and I hastily undid the buttons of his shirt.

Ben shrugged the shirt off, and I trailed my hands down his now bare chest. A moan escaped his mouth and the fire in my stomach blazed. I swiftly unbuckled his belt, noticing the rather significant tent in his dress pants.

I tugged his pants down, and Ben kicked off his shoes at the same time as his pants. Ben’s moved his hands up to the clasp of my bra, and fiddled with it for a second. He went to undo it when we heard a voice.

“Jesus Christ!” I looked up meekly to see a slightly traumatised Mike Faist. “Ben!” I whispered harshly, gesturing to Mike with my head. The look on Ben’s face could only be described as varying degrees of frustration.

Normally I would’ve laughed, but I was suffering from serious sexual frustration at the moment, so I wanted to punch Mike in the face and get back to screwing Ben.

“I knew you two had chemistry, but this is a lot more than I expected.” Mike said and I chuckled nervously, trying to ignore the fact that Ben looked like he wanted to murder Mike.

“Mike, can you, uh, give us a second, please?” I said, shooting him a look that screamed ‘leave us alone’. “Oh, ok. Sure thing.” Mike said, winking at us before walking away.

“Ben.” I said, and Ben cut me off almost immediately. “I really like you Y/N. How about you come back to my place after this? Maybe we can have a proper date before we run straight to third base.” Ben said and I nodded, pecking him on the lips before pulling my dress up.

Ben quickly got redressed, although his clothes were a little more crumpled now. “Hey, you mind zipping me up?” I said and Ben nodded. He zipped up my dress, his hands lingering on my back a little longer than normal.

“Thanks.” I said, and Ben smiled sheepishly at me. He leaned forward and our lips connected, butterflies filling my stomach. I cradled Ben’s face in my hands, and his hands sat gently on my waist.

We pulled apart, and I rested my forehead against Ben’s, panting slightly. “What do you bet the rest of the cast set this up so this would happen?” I said and Ben chuckled, his cheeks flushed.

“The odds are pretty high, but I don’t care right now. I’ve finally got the girl I’ve been pining after for months. What more could I want?”


Originally posted by ohmysaphael

Imagine when you, and Raphael get into a fight about him wanting to leave New York with you when things get dangerous with Valentine.

“ I can’t believe this. How can you!.” you yell at him. He looked annoyed. “Lo que es mi vida?” he mumbled to himself, thinking you didn’t hear. “Werewolves are our friend, warlocks are our friends, vampires are our friends, shadowhunters are our friends. “you yell at him. “We can’t just run.” he rolled his eyes at you. “I don’t want to run, i want you to be safe.” He yelled back. You kept pacing around the room while his eyes were fixated on you. “ Dammit Raphael, without the vampire clan, the shadowhunters will lose.” you yell, “ I will fight you on this.” you said more calmly.

“no” he said, you stopt pacing. “ What?” you ask. “You want to hear it in spanish? i said no.” he said, “I am so done talking about this. “ you said, and walked out hotel dumort in the middle of the day because you are a shadowhunter.

at midnight.

“Are you okay, (y/n)? “ Izzy asked, you shake your head. “Raphael wanted me to leave.” you said, you were lying on your stomach on your bed. While Izzy had sat down beside you, eating the ice cream she brought for you.“Dumort?” she asked, you shook your head. “New York.” you said, “Oh. But, you can’t Valenti-” “I know Izzy,” you snapped. “ughh He doesn’t understand the shadowhunter duty,”you said, you throw your pillow to the other side of the room. While you hide your face in your matress. Your phone buzzed. “Don’t read it.” she said, “But what if it isn’t him?” you ask. She picked up the phone, and looked at the text. “It isn’t him, it’s Aline.” she said, Alec walked into your room. “Jace, and I are going hunting you coming with us.” He asked, Izzy was already starting her sentence with no. But i cut her off. “Yeah sure. Where?”you ask. “Some kids bar mitzwa.” he answered. You stood up, and but on your dress gear. It was a loose black dress with black fishnet tights, and black boot heels, and a dark green military jacket. It didn’t matched with your bright blue hair. Izzy came in a tight silver dress. You had inside pockets where you kept your witchlight, stele , and red lipstick. You had two seraph strapped on your back.  “ready?” Jace asked,

You scanned the room, only people dancing. You saw an old couple dancing. When you smiled. You felt someone pull your arm. It had black eyes. “Bye.” you said, while you stabbed it with your seraph blade, and it turned to dust. You turn around nobody nobody saw. A man walked over to you. “(y/n)” He whispered. “What you want?” you ask. He took you dancing. “querido, I want to apologize. “ he said, You straighten your back. He was still so much taller than you. “You were right. You are a shadowhunter, and this is a shadowhunter war.”he said, “But you aren’t going to give vampire help?” you ask. He shook his head. He kissed your hand. “ Team free will, if they want they will.“ he said, while he spinned you around. "What about you?” you ask, he smiled softly. “I guess, I will have to go where ever you go so you won’t mess things up.” he said confident. “I’ll probably die in the process.” he said, “Shut up, you won’t.” you said, and you grabbed his jacket and kissed him.“Promise me, you won’t die.” he said, you shook your head. “I can’t promise that.” you whispered. “Promise me.” he said again. You nod, even though you both knew it was a lie. “I need to work.” you said, he shook his head, and kissed you again.

Originally posted by couplenotes

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moments i thought up but don’t know how to fit into a full fic part 7/?

“I’m coming,” said Clary, already fastening her holster.

“No,” replied Alec as if she had said the most ludicrous thing ever. “This one’s way too dangerous for the amount of training you’ve had.”

“Oh, come on, Alec. Stop be-”

“I said no!” snapped Alec loudly, slamming a blade on the table dividing them. Clary flinched and Magnus’ attention moved to them. “What part of that don’t you understand?” he almost shouted and Magnus noticed Clary’s lip tremble ever so slightly.

“Hey,” Magnus interjected, just as loudly and Alec sighed, closing his eyes. He quickly walked up to Alec and turned the boy to face him. “What is going on?” he whispered and Alec could hear the ‘get your shit together’.

Alec looked up to meet Magnus’ eyes, sheepish that he had snapped in that manner. Magnus knew more than anyone how stressed Alec had been but it was no excuse.

“You need to keep it together right now,” said Magnus and he grabbed Alec’s hand, squeezing it tightly. “Look, I get it. But you’re a leader. And half of that means pretending like you’ve got everything under control even if you don’t.” Magnus spoke softer now so as to not gain the attention of any more people. Alec swallowed through a clenched jaw.

“You’re okay,” reassured Magnus, stroking the back of Alec’s hand and he could feel Alec relax. “Everything’s gonna be okay.”

Alec nodded. “Thank you,” he whispered and Magnus smiled before kissing his cheek for a little longer than usual.

not anymore pt.2 | peter parker imagine

Originally posted by stallingdemons

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 (final)

fem reader x peter parker

Summary: “enough okay? you’ve done plenty”: in which peter ends his friendship with y/n in order to protect her, but ends up hurting her instead.

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 2.6k

a/n: sry it took so long my dog ran away today so I didn’t have time to really finish writing earlier. also i’m going to be out of town for the weekend so if people want to request stuff i probably wont be posting any original stuff. this is also REALLY long so i thought i would split it into two parts. don’t worry part three will be posted right after part two I wrote them together originally. grab a sanck and enjoy :)

Peter’s POV:

“I did it to protect her, she’ll be safe now.”

That’s what I kept telling myself.

I hated how I ended things with Y/N, but I had to. She wasn’t just going to take no for answer that just wasn’t Y/N. 

No, I had to make her hate me. 

I had to hurt her and that was the one thing I had promised myself that I would never do. So to cope, I would just keep repeating that phrase over and over again and it made me feel better for the most part. But sometimes, like now, when I’d see Y/N across the hall and I’d see how hurt she was, it would just remind me of the fact that I made her feel that way, and then that guilt would just flood in all over again.

I was currently standing at my lockers with Ned, insisting that I should come over and watch the Stars Wars Trilogy with him that night but I wasn’t listening. I was too busy watching Y/N. She took some books out of her locker and shoved them forcefully into her bag. Her eyes were red and puffy and her eyelashes were wet and clumping together. Any competent person could tell she was crying just moments before. My heart dropped when I saw her wipe away a small tear rolling down her cheek,

“Hellloooo Peter,” Ned said while waving his hand in front of my face. 

I frowned and swatted his hand away, “What the fuck-Ned stop it,” I say blandly as I continue to watch Y/N from across the room.

“Well, you were zoning out while I was talking about Star Wars. You’re always excited when I talk about Star Wars.”

“Yeah okay Ned well sometimes I don’t want to talk about Star Wars-”

“Oh my god it’s Y/N-Y/N!” He interrupted loudly while waving at Y/N, I groaned. She lifted her head out of her locker and made eye contact with him, giving him a small smile. When she made eye-contact with me on the other hand, her smile dropped. 


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Truth Or Dare

This is an Avengers crash/crack fic. It is absurd and Loki is here.

“This is an emergency. Everybody report to the living room at once- auth. Tony Stark,” announced JARVIS.

 This caused a bit of chaos around the tower. JARVIS repeated the announcement with double the urgency.

 Thor burst into the designated room, vanilla icing smeared on his face, brandishing Mjolnir.

 Steve followed, sprinting into the room showing clear signs of having hurried into his uniform- his shirt was inside out.

  With a poof, Loki teleported beside Tony wearing nothing but a pair of bright green briefs with gold L’s on them, socks and his helmet.

 Bruce had just finished Hulking out in his special cell. He hurried in, holding up his recently enlargened pants.

  Nat followed Bruce, looking collected and alert.

Last of all, Clint, soaking wet with with shampoo bubbles in his hair and a patterned Iron Man towel around his waist ran in, holding a cluster of arrows he had haphazardly grabbed.

  “What’s happening?” he asked, waving about the arrows. “Loki lost his conk again?”

 "No,“ said Tony. "But I’m flattered, Legolas.”

“What- oh,” said Clint, looking at his towel and going red.

  “Loki- you have personalized boxers?” asked Nat with a snigger.

 "May I ask what your ardent interest in and about my boxers is?“ shot Loki, smirking.

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anonymous asked:

Calfreezy x reader imagine where reader is really oblivious to Cal liking her and he does all these random things to try to impress her :)?

Sorry if it’s bad this is my first time I really hope you like it!! I promise they will get better the more I write them!

Surprise Surprise

You heard a knock on your door, as you got up to answer it you couldn’t help but to think who it could be. You weren’t expecting anyone. You open the door and there stood your good friend Callum.
“Hey Cal! What are you doing here?” You asked him.
“Well I thought I’d surprise you with some lunch, it’s your favorite!” He said with a big grin as he held up two bags of take out food. He was always so nice to you, you always had this crush on him that you always had to tell yourself no. You didn’t want to risk the chance of ruining your amazing friendship with cal.
“Oh (y/n)! I almost forgot!” He said which snapped you out of your thoughts.
“Yeah Cal?” You said.
“I got us these tickets to a concert tonight and I just wanted to know if you would come with me?” He asked as he was pulling the food out of the bags.
Something felt off to you. Cal had been spoiling you for weeks now, you had to know what was going on.
“Yeah of course…but what’s all this about Cal?”
“Huh what do you mean?” He asked
“It’s just you’ve been spoiling me so much lately. Just last week you bought me the sneakers I’ve been wanting, a jumper, and brought me lunch at least three times. Did you do something bad that you are scared to tell me so you’re making it up in gifts or something?”
He awkwardly laughed and scratched the back of his head “no its nothing I haven’t done anything bad don’t worry I uhm I uh I just don’t want to ruin our friendship by saying what I need to say”
“What is it Cal? It can’t be that bad. Just spit it out already”
“I like you.. a lot”
“Wha..what?” You said.
“I’ve liked you for a really long time (y/n) I just I don’t want it to ruin our friendship, especially if you don’t feel the same way.”
“Cal I…”
“I get it. I should probably go” said Cal.
Before he could leave you got in front of him and grab his face gently and pulled it towards yours. Your lips interlocked with his. The kiss was short and quick since it was surprising. He pulled you back in and continued to kiss you.
“So where does this leave us now?”
Cal just quietly laughed and smiled then pulled you into a hug.

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lexa asks abby for clarke’s hand in marriage

“And you are certain that is how it is done?” Lexa watched Lincoln nod. “They leave such things up to those not involved?” Another nod. “I hate so many things about them.”

“Yes, heda,” he agreed before she waved him out.

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Garage Maintenance - Gordon and Dan (Part 1/3)

It was the usual Monday. The camp was unusually quiet, at least for Dan’s company. Most of the company was clearing their leaves and offs after returning from an overseas exercise. Dan was literally the only guy left in his platoon. How great. Dan was lazing on his bed in his Renoma briefs and semi hardon, asleep. The tip of his underwear was wet. Well, we all know what horny boys go thru during this period.

Bzzzt. Bzzzt! Dan’s phone was vibrating. He was actually awake already but just fucking lazy to get up. There wasn’t much stuff to do anyway since majority of the company isn’t in. He tapped on his unread WhatsApp messages.
“Dan, I need help with some maintenance for vehicle 780. Meet me at the garage once you see this eh? Thanks” It was a message from one of his sergeants, Sergeant Gordon. “Mmmmmm fuck.” Dan moaned. He thought he could laze on his bed for the whole day today. But turns out not.

Dan went to wash up and changed into vest-slack attire. Before he buttoned his pants, he adjusted his semi hard tool to 12 O clock in case his bulge looks too obvious. Well, his bulge looks big even when it’s soft. What could he do?

As he dragged his feet to the garage, he heard some clanking sounds from the garage. Sergeant Gordon must be there already. “Hey sup.” Dan greeted Sergeant Gordon. They were same batch soldiers, so they didn’t cared too much about formalities. Try doing that in BMT and you’ll get yourself fucked. (Whether literally or not, I’ll let you find out.) “Eyy you’re here. Can u pass me the hammer?” Gordon asked. Dan slid the hammer under the vehicle to Gordon. “Hmmm… Usual problem with his vehicle. It keeps leaking oil although the mechanisms are tightened.” commented Gordon. Dan was just sitting beside the vehicle, scrolling his Grindr app.

Gordon rolled out of the underside of the vehicle on a roller board and called out to Dan. “Dan, pass me the 19mm wrench. Need to tighten his nut under the door.” Dan was still focused on his phone, scrolling. He then walked to the tool box and took a wrench without checking the size.
“Eh. Wrong size la. I need size 19 not 17.” Gordon said.

“Huh. Oh.” Dan snapped out of his attention. He left his phone in the vehicle at the door area, without locking the screen. It was still on Grindr!
He walked back to the toolbox, to look for the size 19 wrench. While Gordon was waiting, he saw the underside of his phone from his angle under the vehicle. He took it and looked at the content.

“Hey babe. Fun?” - attached along was a picture of Dan fully naked with a hardon in front of the mirror, flexing his biceps. It was some chat with this guy about 300m away. This guy is probably in Gedong too.

Gordon blushed.

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Part 2

Butterflies - WillNE

Ship: Y/N X Will

Requested: No

Warnings: a few swears and is quite long (1455 words whoops)


After almost 6 hours of unpacking the large, warm flat is starting to feel like a home. There’s boxes upon boxes spread around the flat, unpacking shite stresses the life out of me, man but it’s all for good though, I mean I get to live with someone I adore. See me and Will have been mates since we were in nappies right, and I proper love him and all but it hurts like hell to know he only sees me as a mate. I’ve had the fattest crush on him, for as long as I can remember, but all he sees me as is his best mate. My friends from uni say he likes me but I can’t believe them. Not one bit, just look at him for god sake, how could he like me like that? And second of all why would he tell my mates out of all the people? There’s a lass called Gee next door who I can’t seem not to get jealous of, don’t get me wrong she seems like an absolute class girl but, her and Will seem to have been getting on pretty well to say we’ve only been here for a few hours.

It’s 4pm and Will’s managed to convince me to go upstairs and talk to a lad called Harry and his mates. Apparently, we’d get on well, according to Will anyway. We walk out the flat, locking the door as we leave before walking to the steel lift of the halo tower and waiting.

“Is something up Y/N? You’re awfully quiet and I don’t like it when you’re silent and not rambling on about some meme or some weird stuff you’ve found online.” Will says looking at, taking his eyes off his phone to look at me staring at the ground.

“Yeah, I’m fine, promise” I say not realising the lump in my throat making me speak quieter than expected.

“Y/N, come on I’m not dumb I’ve known you for 20 years, I know when something’s up with you. Talk to me” He says in a low tone.

“Honestly, Will it’s nothing” I reassured him, with me knowing exactly what was wrong with.

“Hm okay-” he mumbled being cut off by the ding of the lift.

We walked to their flat and knocked on the door being greeted straight away with a tall boy with a lanky figure and blonde hair swiped into a messy quiff.

“Hey Cal!” Will exclaimed bringing, I believe his name is, into a bro hug.

The tall boy turned to me and introduced himself, “Hey, you must be Y/N, I’m Callum but you can call me Cal or Freezy.”

“Hey, yeah I’m Y/N, how are you?” I begin before being pulled into a warm and calming hug.

“I’m alright thanks, come through, come through, please excuse the smell of wee the dog hasn’t had a good day…” He chuckled slightly while guiding us to a room with 2 other boys, one with brown hair and the other with messy blonde hair and blue eyes and a girl with curly blonde hair and full lips sitting next to the lad with brown hair, cuddling.

“Alright guys this is Y/N and Will, You two, these are Harry, Cal or Lux and Sarah.” Cal introduces us to them and them giving us friendly waves.

I awkwardly wave back, slightly hiding behind Will before sitting down on the black sofa next to Harry and being squished by Will.

“Ah come on Y/N I know I’m the tallest guy but I’m not tiny give us some room!” Will complained making me shuffle down closer to Harry.

Within no time everyone’s engaged into conversation and time starts the fly by, me being mostly silent throughout the whole thing but no one noticed.

It’s striking 9PM so we thought it was a good idea to start clearing off. We said our goodbyes and walked out their flat and waited for the lift.

“Honestly Y/N what the fuck? This isn’t like you. We were there for hours and you barely even tried to talk to anyone.” Will groaned, frustration flushed all over his body.

“There’s nothing wrong” I whispered

“Bullshit! Stop lying to me for god sake just tell me to truth it’s not that hard I thought we could tell each other anything.” He said while pressing the floor number on the lift.

I just stayed quiet until we got to our flat.

Will opened the door and I slipped through and started walking to my room but I got caught off guard and I’m suddenly pinned against to wall with my hands next to my head by Will.

“Y/N I’m not letting you go until you tell me what’s wrong.” He said in a serious tone.

“You know what fine, I like you.” I said with tears threatening to fall. I feel Will’s grip loosen as I close my eyes and I drop to the floor in a ball.

By the time I open my eyes he’s nowhere to be seen.

I’ve fully fucked it now, haven’t I?

Will’s POV

I couldn’t believe what Y/N told me. I wouldn’t expect her to like me. At all. I didn’t know how to react so I just ran straight to Tobi’s flat in a hurry. I knock on the door frantically hoping he answers. I’m greeted with Tobi smiling with his arms open

“Will! You didn’t tell me you we’re coming over, where’s Y/N?” He questioned

“She’s exactly why I’m here.” I snapped back quickly

“Oh, how come” Tobi sympathetically said

“She told me she liked me and I didn’t know what to do so I legged it up here and I feel like an actual dick.” I grumbled unhappy with my actions.

“Will, bro, if you like her back you need to get back down there and tell her how you feel. She must be panicking right now. But if you don’t like her well just try be the nicest you can really there’s not much you can do.” Tobi said placing a compassionate hand on my shoulder.

“I do like her but I don’t know I’m terrible with feelings and stuff man.” I moan.

“Just do it. Trust me it’ll be fine.” Tobi said opening the door as in my queue to leave.

I dashed up the stairs and unlocked the door to our flat to see all the lights off, the only light is from the city and landscape. As I walked in I could hear the faint whimpers of Y/N from her bedroom. I slowly creep in my heart breaking into small pieces with every sob. I open her door to see her wrapped in blankets and her body turned away from me.

“Y/N?” I say with a choke

She turns around so I can see her red flushed face with tear drops rolling down her cheeks making me feel guilty by the second.

“Will I’m so sorry I understand if you don’t like me and if you like someone else like Gee. I get it I’m so sorry for ruining of friendship I shouldn’t have said anyth-“  I cut her off before she could continue

“No. Y/N I’m the one that should be sorry. I’m sorry I ran off and left you like this, I should’ve said how I felt instead of being a pussy and running off to Tobi. I should’ve just been honest and tell you how I felt for the past 6 years. Y/N I love you. And I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you earlier.”  I said blubbering my word, not realising I was slightly crying but quickly wiping the stray tears away.

“Will I-I don’t know what to say I- “she started.

“You don’t need to say anything.” I said slowly coming closer to her lips

“Fuck it” I whispered before kissing her soft plump lips.

It felt like fireworks had gone off and my heart is pumping at full speed I can’t explain the feeling. How right it had felt. How I wish I did this so much earlier. How I wish this feeling would never go away.

I pulled away and wiped away her tears before chuckling slightly.

“So Y/N Y/L/N, will you do the honour and be my girlfriend?” I asked as cheesily as possible.

“Well William Lenney, I’d love to.” She giggled before placing her head on my chest and hugging me like the world depended on it.

“I love you” I whispered subconsciously

“I love you too” She whispers sentimentally.

It’s now 11PM and I realised I will never get the feelings of butterflies out my stomach around Y/N Y/L/N.