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Super Star (Part 1)

Originally posted by supernaturalwolfmaze

Request: Can I please request one where Jensen is a huge movie star? He’s out one night by himself and starts to get mobbed by fans/paparazzi. So he runs and hides in a shop that belongs to the reader. She doesn’t see it happen so she closes up the store with him inside. Then Jensen pops out from his hiding place and freaks her out lol. Maybe she doesn’t recognize him?

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 1,800ish

Warnings: language

A/N: So this went different than I planned. Whoops…

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Yes - A Harry Styles One Shot

**Almost 6,400 words! Enjoy!! :) 

You placed the cap back on your red lipstick and put in your makeup bag. You gave yourself another look over in the mirror and took a deep breath. You had no clue as to what the night might bring, all you knew was that you were going to be seeing someone that you had seen in a really long time. 

Not that you didn’t want to see them, it was just that you were on tour and they were working on their own thing, so there wasn’t really time to see one another. 

And that was always the problem. Well, one of the problems. See, you had been in love with someone for years, but there was always shit getting in the way preventing the two of you from being together. 

It’s not like you hadn’t tried, it’s just that all those tries failed. Eventually, you two just decided to be friends because it just wasn’t meant to be anything more. 

Or so you thought. 

**

Harry paced backstage of Saturday Night Live. He had so many emotions going through his mind at that moment. He was both nervous and excited, and not just because of the show or his performance. But because he had invited you to come. 

When he reached out to you about coming to see him in New York, he was worried that you wouldn’t come. He was always worried that maybe, you were with someone else. 

Harry never moved on from you. His heart still ached for you. He wished things in the past were different, but he couldn’t go back and change them, but he could hope for a better future. 

By working on his solo material, Harry realized that if he really wanted something, he needed to go for it and make it happen. He couldn’t just sit around and wait for it to come because there was always a chance it wouldn’t. 

“How are you feeling about tonight?” Jeff asked while Harry was getting his hair done. 

“I’m alright,” he said from the makeup chair. “I’m just ready to get out there.” 

“Is Y/N coming?” He asked. 

Harry looked over at him when he said your name. “Yeah, she is. She has a show tomorrow night at MSG, so she’s in town and said she would come.” 

“Do you think anything is going to happen between the two of you or are you  strictly going to be friends?” Jeff smirked. 

Harry sighed. He had no clue. Looking back at all of your meetings in the past, things usually ended up in either your bed or his. It was hard not to, when you two who wanted to be together, hardly ever could. But tonight, was the first night in ages that you two had seen or even spoken really. And the last time was the two of you saying to just be friends. 

All Harry did know was that he couldn’t wait to see you and that maybe there was some hope that you two could find a way to be together. 

**

When your car arrived at the studio, you were shown to your seat and you noticed a familiar face. It was Nick, one of Harry’s best friends from London, plus you had been on Nick’s radio show plenty of times. 

“Oi, look at little miss Y/N,” he smirked walking over to you and giving you a hug. “How have you been? How’s tour going?” 

You laughed. “It’s going well, but I’m exhausted. I’ve been on this tour for over a year.” 

“Damn, it has been that long hasn’t it?” he asked. 

“Yeah, it has. I’m honestly ready to just take like a month long vacation,” you laughed. 

“Can I come with? I can just pre-record a shit ton of morning shows for my time slot,” he joked. 

“Sure, I could use some company,” you laughed. 

“I’m sure Harry would take you up on that offer,” he smirked. 

“Um… Maybe,” you coughed. 

“So, what’s going on with you two anyway?” He asked. 

“Nothing. We haven’t even seen each other since last year,” you said. “Since before I went on tour, actually.” 

“Well, he must want something to go on between you two, I mean why else would he invite you here. This is a huge night for him,” he said. 

“I know that, but…” you sighed. 

“He really likes you know, no scratch that,” he said. “He fucking loves you. He always has, he gutted him when you two decided to break it off permanently.” 

“That was over a year ago, Nick. I’m sure he’s moved on…” you sighed. 

“Y/N, I’m his best friend and trust me when I say, he hasn’t,” he whispered. “And I’m pretty sure there’s no moving on from the one you know deep inside your heart that you’re meant to be with.” 

You sighed leaning back in your seat. You couldn’t respond to Nick’s statement because the producers let out the signal that the show was about to start. 

**

The first major skit of the night was up next and they had set it up like a Family Feud episode. You weren’t sure how many skits, if any, that Harry was even in. The actors came out onto the stage and you squinted a little when you noticed one of the guys that walked out. 

“Is that-” you said pointing to the guy standing next to Jimmy Fallon. “Is that Harry?” 

“The one and only,” Nick joked. 

“Oh my god,” you laughed. “He almost doesn’t look like himself and actually looks like Mick Jagger,” 

“Yeah, I think he took the comparisons a little far,” he laughed. 

When the skit finally started, you were crying you were laughing so hard. It was a commercial break, so you took out your phone and decided to take some selfies with Nick. 

“Can I put you on me snap chat?” he asked. 

“Sure,” you laughed. “What filter should we use?” 

“The bunny one,” he said quickly. 

You laughed and took a few pictures with him. The show came back on and it was time for Harry to perform his song for the first time. You had heard the song plenty of times over the last week, not only on the radio, but you had it on your iTunes and you were streaming it. 

You really loved the song and you couldn’t wait to hear it, along with the rest of the world. 

When Harry started singing, you found yourself smiling. You were so proud of him and watching him do what he loved, and performing a song that meant a lot to him, was amazing. 

The rest of show was great and at the end when everyone came on stage for the goodnight and applause, you stood up next to Nick and you both started jumping around and cheering. 

Harry had looked over in the direction of the noise and laughed when he saw Nick and blushed a bit with a smile when he saw you standing there too. 

**

After the show, you and Nick went backstage. And while Nick was practically running with excitement to see his best friend, you were feeling really nervous. Your mouth was dry and your hands were a bit sweaty. 

Nick didn’t even bother knocking on the door, he just went straight on inside. He practically pulled you through the door and you laughed. 

“Mate, you did great!” Nick said. “Oh, and Y/N’s here,” he said pushing you in front of him. 

Harry had been in the middle of changing. He was in a different pair of trousers and his new shirt was in his hands. A lot had changed since you last seen him, and it was just a few new tattoos and a haircut. 

Harry looked over at you and smiled. “You came,” he said. 

“I did,” you nodded. “Nick’s right, you did amazing. I’m really proud of you.” 

“Thank you,” He said. “You uh… you look great,” 

“Thanks,” you smiled tucking a loose hair behind your ear. 

You weren’t sure what happened, but someone how all the people that were in the room when you arrived had slipped out leaving just you and Harry. 

“Do you have any plans tonight? Or morning, technically?” He laughed. 

You shrugged. “I was just going to go back to my hotel.” 

“Would you want to come to the after party with me?” He asked. 

“Um, sure. I’d like that,” you smiled. “I’ve been to a few share of SNL after-parties, they’re always memorable.” you joked. 

“Oh, so you don’t want to go for me?” He asked with a smirk. 

“Well, I mean, maybe a little,” you shrugged.

He laughed. “I’ve really missed you,” he said. 

“I’ve missed you too,” you said. 

**

When you got to the after-party, Harry had to make some rounds to meet with some people, so you decided to go to the bar and get a drink. 

You knew a few people at the party, so you were talking to them for most of the time. It was getting late and you weren’t sure where Harry had gone. You sighed deciding that it was better if you just went back to your hotel. You grabbed your bag and headed towards the door. 

You saw Nick hanging with Jeff and some other friends, so you went over to him. 

“Hey, um, I couldn’t find Harry, so if you could just tell him that I had to leave,” you said. 

“Are you sure?” Nick asked. 

“Yeah, I have a show later today,” you said. 

“Okay, it was great catching up with you tonight,” Nick smiled hugging you. 

You nodded and pulled away before heading out the door. You got into the car and they took you to your hotel. You got up to your room and quickly took off your heels. You sighed rubbing your feet when you sat on the bed. 

You were exhausted. All you wanted to do was just crawl into bed and sleep until the show tomorrow. You got undressed and climbed under the blankets. You were just about to fall asleep when you heard a knock on your door. You groaned and got up putting on your robe and walking to the door. You stood on your tip-toes to look through the peephole and you saw Harry standing there. 

You unlocked the door and opened it. “Hey, what are you-”

“Y/N! I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t mean to just leave you like that. I had only planned to talk to a few people, but then when I went to go back over to you, I kept getting stopped. Then when I finally was able to get away, Nick told me you left,” he sighed. 

“Harry it’s okay. Tonight’s your night. I wanted to stay, but it was late, so I came back to my hotel,” you shrugged. “You don’t have to apologize for it.” 

“Yes I do,” he nodded. “I invited you and didn’t even spend time with you.” 

“You had more important people to talk to, it’s okay,” you said. 

“No one is more important than you,” he whispered looking into your eyes. 

You felt your cheeks turning red and you were thankful for the dimmed lighting in the hallway. 

“Look, inviting you tonight wasn’t just about SNL or me performing for the first time,” he said. “I wanted to talk to you, really talk to you.” 

“About what?” you asked. 

“Everything,” he whispered. “And now, I’ve gone and fucked everything up because it’s late and you’re tired. You have a show later today and then I leave tomorrow and you’re still on tour, there’s just no fucking time to do anything.” 

You could tell he was really upset with him and you knew that knowing he wanted to talk to you about something was going to keep you up, so you didn’t care how late it was anymore. 

“Hey,” you said taking his hand. “We can talk now. I don’t mind. I’ll be fine, we don’t have anything planned during the day, so I can catch up on my sleep, then.” 

“Are you sure?” he sighed. 

“Yes, now come in.” you said pulling him inside. 

You shut the door behind you two and then you followed him over to the bed and sat down. 

“So, what did you want to talk about,” you said playing with the tie on your robe. 

“I meant what I said earlier tonight, I’ve missed you,” he whispered. “And I know that we agreed to just move on and be friends, but that obviously didn’t happen. We’ve gone over a year without really talking and I hate it.” 

“I know, there were plenty of times I wanted to call you, but I didn’t,” you sighed. 

“I did the same thing,” he said. “And looking back now, I really wished that I had because maybe we wouldn’t have missed out on so much time together.” 

“As friends you mean?” you asked. 

“As friends… as something more,” he whispered. 

“We’ve been down that road before Harry,” you sighed. “We get together and everything’s fine for a few weeks maybe months, but then shit happens and we end it before it even really began. That’s why we agreed the last time would be the last time.” 

“I know…” he whispered. “But I haven’t been able to move on from you and I don’t want too. I love you, Y/N. I’m in love with you, I have been since I was 19, when we first got together. Things were crazy then and we were too young all those times, so we just ran away because we didn’t want to face it. But I want you and I’m ready to face whatever shit comes our way. I don’t want to look back twenty years from now and wonder what if you were the one who got away.” 

You bit your lip as you looked down. “Do you have any idea on how much I want to say yes because I haven’t moved on either and I’m in love with you too, but I don’t know if that’s the best thing for us.” 

“Why not?” he said. “We both love each other and want to be together, shouldn’t that be enough?” 

“It was never enough back then,” you pointed out. 

He sighed taking your hand in his. “But that’s the thing, this time will be different because of our past. We can learn from our mistakes,” he said. 

“But what if it doesn’t work out. I mean what if we’re different people, it has been a year since we’ve talked…and we’re still in the public eye,” you sighed. 

“But what if it does work out. What if we give this one more try and we’re together forever,” he whispered taking your face in his hands. “Isn’t our happiness and being together worth the risk?” 

You looked his eyes, something that you had dreamed about doing for so long. 

“Yes,” you nodded. “Being with you is worth every risk.” 

“So, does this mean…” he whispered. 

You nodded. “It means that we’re together again,” you smiled. 

Harry’s smiled so widely that his dimples were showing. “Can I kiss you?” 

“You better, I’ve only been waiting all night for you to do it,” you laughed. 

Harry laughed and pulled you onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned in to kiss your lips. As soon as your lips touched, every memory from your past together, every previous touch, everything you’ve ever felt for him came rushing back. 

Even though you had just been exhausted an hour ago, you were wide awake now. It didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen and for you to wrap your legs around his waist. His hands had moved from their place on your hips, down to your bare legs. He pulled away from your lips and moved down to your neck. You tilted your head to the side. 

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he whispered. 

“No,” you said. “It’s okay. It’s been long enough, I don’t want to wait anymore.” 

Harry pulled away from your neck and looked at you. “Are you sure?” he said. “I didn’t… I didn’t come here for that.” 

You put your hands on both sides of his face. “I’m sure. I love you. I’m in love with you. We’re back together and I want you. I want to feel you and be with you. Like you said earlier, I have to leave in a few days, and we don’t know when the next time we might be physically together. But I mean, if you don’t want to…” you said. 

“No, I do. Trust me,” he said. “I just, I don’t have a condom with me.” 

“It’s okay. I’m still on the pill and I haven’t slept with anyone… since well…you,” you admitted. 

“Me either,” he whispered. “I’ll admit there were times I thought about it and I had the chance, but It felt wrong, so I never did.” 

“Then we both could really use this…” you smirked. 

“Yes, we can,” he smirked pulling you back in for a kiss. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and he brought you closer. The tie around your robe was becoming undone as the two of you continued to kiss and touch it other. 

“Let’s see what’s under here yeah? It’s been a while,” he smirked looking up at you as he untied it. He pushed the two sides of the robe apart and down your shoulders, revealing you wearing nothing a small pair of underwear. He cocked his eyebrow as he looked at you. 

You blushed. “I told you I was about to go to bed,” you defended. 

“Fuck, if I had known you weren’t wearing anything under that, except for these,” he smirked putting his finger in the band around your waist. 

You laughed. “What would you had done?” 

“I probably would have kissed you sooner,” he smirked. 

You laughed and unbuttoned his shirt. “It’s only fair,” you smirked pushing it down his shoulders. 

You leaned back in to kiss him as you ran your hands over his chest and shoulders. It didn’t take long before he flipped you over onto your back. You laughed pulling him back down for a kiss. 

“I wanna take this slow,” he whispered. “I just want to savor every fucking moment,” he said as he kissed down your neck and chest. 

He kissed down your stomach and kissed down your legs as he took off the remaining clothing that covered your body. He stood up at the end of the bed and undressed before joining you under the blanket. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. 

He smiled into the kiss as he ran his hands up and down your sides before moving them down your legs. You gasped as you felt his fingers working on you. 

You could see the smirk on his face and you rolled your eyes. You felt the wave of pleasure come over you as your breath quickened and you couldn’t keep yourself from being a bit vocal. 

Once you were down from your high, he looked down at you. “Ready?” he whispered. 

You nodded. He smiled and slowly pushed into to you. You both laid there for a bit without moving, just enjoying that moment. Soon, he started moving at the slowest place and you matched him beat for beat. 

He put his forehead on yours and you two looked into each other’s eyes as you moved together. “I love you,” he whispered. 

“And I love you,” you smiled. 

You didn’t know how long it had been when you both finally reached your edge. Harry rolled off of you before laying next to you. He wrapped his arms around you and you cuddled up with him. Both of you were trying to catch your breath and were covered in sweat. 

He kissed your head as he ran his hand up and down your back. 

“Will you come to my show?” you asked. “I can put you and your friends on the list.”

He smiled. “Of course, I’ll come.” 

“Good,” you smiled. 

“I’ve missed coming to your shows,” he admitted. 

“You still could have gone,” you said poking his nose. 

He laughed. “I know, but I was afraid it would have been too hard.” 

“I know what you mean. I was nervous about last night, seeing you for the first time in a while,” you whispered. 

“Thank you for coming, not only because we were able to talk, but because it meant a lot to me for you to be there,” he whispered. 

“You’re welcome,” you smiled. 

He kissed you quickly. “You should probably get some sleep,” 

“You’re gonna stay right?” you whispered. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” he smiled. 

**

Later that morning, when the sun was up, you woke up to Harry, not in the bed. You pouted confused looking around. His clothes were still there, so he hadn’t left. You then heard the shower turn on. You smirked to yourself and after waiting a little bit, you walked into the bathroom and joined him in the shower. 

“Did I wake you?” he said putting his hands on yours when you wrapped them around his waist. 

“No,” you said. “I woke up on my own and saw you weren’t in bed, then I heard the shower.” 

“I forgot I was supposed to have breakfast with my friends,” he said. “We were gonna do some shopping and stuff.” 

“Ahh,” you said. 

“I would love for you to come, but I know you have your show tonight,” he said turning around to face you. 

“Yeah, I’m probably going to take a bit of nap after I eat something,” you said. 

He smiled. “But I’ll see you at the show tonight.” 

“I know, I know, but I don’t want you to go,” you pouted looking up at him. 

“Trust me, if I was a shit friend, I would just blow them off, but we had these plans made for a while,” he sighed. 

“It’s okay. I understand,” you smiled. 

“And we still have a little bit of time left before I have to head back to my hotel and change,” he smiled wrapping his arms around you. 

You both quickly took a shower before getting out. Harry got dressed in his clothes from the previous night and sat on the bed with you. You put your head on his shoulder and wrap your arm around his. 

“When are we gonna see each other again after this?” you sighed. “We just got each other back and we only have hours left before we’re apart again.” 

“Hey, let’s not think about that right now,” he said putting his forehead against yours. “We can figure all that out after the show.” 

You nodded.

“I better get going,” he said. 

“Okay,” you said. 

He smiled and leaned in to kiss you. You smiled into the kiss before you pulled away. 

“I’ll see you tonight,” he smiled. “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” you said. “Oh, and text me or something on how many that want to come.” 

“Will do,” he said. “Bye baby.” 

“Bye,” you smiled. 

Harry grabbed his jacket and walked out of the room. You sighed as you laid back on the bed. You couldn’t believe that in a span of less than 24 hours, you and Harry were back together and you were already so happy. You just hoped it stayed that way for at least a while.

**

When Harry got back to the hotel, he had about 10 minutes to change and meet everyone down in the lobby. He knew they would be asking questions about last night, and he just hoped he could keep his emotions in check to not be obvious about what happened. 

Harry was going to wear a buttoned down shirt, but he realized there were a few new additions to his chest from the previous night’s events. He smirked to himself as he remembered it, but then quickly turned his thoughts to something else before he had a huge problem, you weren’t here to take care of. 

He then decided on just a regular t-shirt and grabbed some boots to put on. He got his keys and phone before heading out of the hotel room to meet everyone. 

Most everyone was already down in the lobby by the time Harry arrived. 

“About time you decided to show up,” Nick said. 

“I’m right on time,” Harry defended. 

“Yeah, but you’re always ready to go before everyone else, yet you’re the last one to arrive,” Jeff smirked. “Late night with a little someone?”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Don’t we have some breakfast to eat?” He said walking into the restaurant of the hotel. 

“Didn’t eat enough last night?” he smirked. 

“Watch your mouth,” Harry said. 

“It was just a joke,” he laughed. 

“I don’t need you talking or joking about Y/N and I’s sex life,” he said. 

“Oh my god, so you did!” Nick smirked. “I knew that you two couldn’t resist each other. Does this mean you two are back together?” 

Harry groaned. “What’s with all the questions?” 

“Okay, you can’t hook up with your ex, who you’ve  been like obsessed with for years, and just go silent!” Nick said. 

“Yes, I can,” Harry smirked grabbing a menu and opening it, almost has if he was trying to block out the questions. 

**

While you were eating your breakfast, you took out your journal and started writing down some words. By the time you had finished your food, you had an entire song written down. 

You knew that what you were about to do would be risky, but for right now taking risks meant you could be happy and living your life. 

You called up your band and told them to get to the venue a few hours earlier than the show because you had a song you wanted to work on for that night. 

Once you got all of that situated, you set the alarm on your phone and then went to sleep. 

**

“So, I know we were supposed to go out tonight, but uh Y/N invited us to her show,” he coughed. 

“Ooh,” Nick smirked. “I take it we’re going?” 

“Well, I’m going, and then I guess whoever else wants to go,” he said. 

“I’m going! I love me some Y/N,” Nick smirked. 

Harry laughed. “Sometimes I think you like her more than me.” 

“Well, she is prettier,” he joked. 

“That’s true,” Harry laughed. 

“So, you’re really going for it again, huh?” Nick said. 

“Yeah, I love her and she’s the one I want to spend my life with, so why not?” Harry smiled. 

“I’ve never heard you talk about someone like that before,” Glenne said. 

“That’s because I’ve never had a reason to talk about someone else,” he shrugged. “I met Y/N when I was 19 and really liked her and for some reason, she liked me back. We started dating a few months after we met and things we great for a while, but I was touring, she was touring, the media had a fucking field day with our relationship and it just got too much. So, we ended it a week before our one year anniversary and then a few months after that, we ran into each other again and tried it again, but shit just went downhill again. We were always fighting and having to defend our relationship. My Mum and sister kept asking me if what was going around in the media was true and I just let their doubt get in the way,” he sighed. 

“Did that not like her?” She asked. 

“No, it wasn’t that exactly, I think they were just worried about me getting hurt,” he said. 

“That makes sense,” she nodded. “How do you think they’re going to feel about the two of you getting back together?”

He shrugged,” I don’t know, but I know they want me to be happy and Y/N makes me happy,” he smiled. 

“Well, we’re happy for you and can’t wait to meet her tonight,” Glenne smiled. 

**

Harry and his group of friends arrived at the venue. They all were able to go in a back way and while everyone went to find their seats, Harry went to look for you backstage. 

You were getting changed into your on stage outfit when Harry knocked on the door. You walked over and opened the door, smiling when you saw him. He instantly wrapped his arms around you and picked you up in a hug. 

You giggled. “How was your day?” You asked. 

“It was great, but I missed you,” he pouted. 

“I missed you too,” you smiled. 

He smiled leaning down to kiss you. After a bit, he pulled away, “You’re so beautiful,” he said. 

“I know,” you joked. 

He laughed putting you on the ground and he walks over to sit down on the couch. 

“So, where is everyone else?” you asked. 

“They went to their seats,” he said. “I wanted to come see you before the show.”

“I’m glad that you did,” you smiled. 

“Y/N, ten-minute warning,” one of your crew members said poking their head into the room. 

“Okay,” you nodded. 

“Hey, Harry,” she smirked. “Welcome back,” 

“Thanks, Jess,” he laughed. “Well, I better get to my seat, so I don’t miss any of the show.”

You nodded. “After the show, you and everyone can come back here.” 

“Sounds good,” he said wrapping his arms around you. “You’re gonna smash it out there,” he smiled. 

“Thanks,” you smiled puckering your lips. 

He laughed leaning down to kiss you again before pulling away and heading out the door. 

**

The entire show so far had gone amazing. The crowd was loud and energetic and you could see Harry with a bright smirk on his face as he watched you. You were a bit nervous because the song that you had just written this morning was up next. 

You put your microphone on the stand and grabbed yourself some water to drink. 

“Okay, how are you all doing tonight?” you smiled. “Are you having fun?” 

The crowd screams and jumps up and down. 

“So, uh, this next song is a brand new song. It’s not on any album or anything. In fact, it’s so brand new, I literally just wrote it this morning,” you said. “Now, you’re all probably thinking, why are you about to do that? Don’t you need time to work it out and rehearse it and what not?” 

“Well, yeah, usually,” you laughed. “But I started thinking about how music, doesn’t always have to be perfect and it never truly is. Nothing is perfect. And that’s sort of what the song is about, it’s about how something might not be perfect or fine all the time, but you shouldn’t let it keep you from experiencing it. My band and I rehearsed this song all day, so hopefully it won’t be horrible,” you laughed. 

The crowd goes silent a bit, but a few voices make it through cheering you on. The music starts and you stand up to the microphone. 

“Face me. Take me. Save me, don’t try to change me. Face you. Take you. Save you, I won’t try to change you,” you started off. 

“Yes, Yes,” you sang softly. 

“Here’s my body that I’m giving to us. Here are my arms that’ll hold us up. Here’s my life dedicated to love. I’ll try to give you everything you deserve and I can’t promise that’s gonna be fine. Here I am if you’re ready to try, here’s my tears when you tell me those words, here’s my life, for better or worse, for better or… yes, yes.” You sang at the end of the song. 

The crowd went insane and you had the biggest smile on your face. You looked over at Harry and you could see him smiling as big as you. He knew that song was written about him and about your relationship. 

**

Once the show was over, Harry and his group of friends, went backstage. When you got off stage, you went a changed out of your sweaty clothes and put on something more comfortable and dry. You sprayed some dry shampoo in your hair and touched up your makeup before heading to meet everyone. 

They were all talking to one another and Nick saw you first. “There she is!” he joked. “The lady of the night!” he said running over and giving you a hug. 

You laughed hugging him back and Harry turned around. “Oi, hands off my girlfriend,” he said. 

“Shh, don’t tell him about our love affair,” he joked. 

“He’s only jealous because you’re not hugging him,” you giggled. 

“Hey! I’m right here you know,” he said. “I can hear both of you.” 

“We weren’t exactly trying to keep it from you,” you laughed. 

Harry rolled his eyes with a smile and wrapped his arms around you. “You were fucking amazing,” he whispered. “Bloody brilliant.” 

“Thank you,” you smiled. 

“And that song… wow. It was everything.” he smiled. 

“I’m glad that you liked it,” you smiled. 

“I loved it,” he said. “Ready to meet everyone?” 

You nodded. Harry took your hand and gave it squeeze before walking over to the group. He introduced you to everyone and they seemed to really like you because they invited you out with them. 

“Actually, Y/N and I already have plans,” Harry said. “We have some things we need to talk about before she leaves in the morning.” 

“Oh, you have to leave tomorrow?” Jeff asked. 

“Yeah, I have a show in DC tomorrow night,” you said. 

“Well, have fun you two,” he said. 

“Yeah, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Nick smirked before leaving with the rest of the group. 

“So, do you want to grab some food?” he asked. 

“Yes, I’m starving, but we can just grab something quick and go back to the hotel,” you said. 

He nodded and wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you walked out to your car. After stopping to get some Chinese food, you both go up to your hotel room. 

You were leaning up against Harry as you two ate. “Tomorrow morning’s gonna come too soon.” you sighed. 

“I know,” he whispered kissing your head. “But we’ll see each other soon. I have to fly back to London to rehearse and film a tv spot, but after that, I’ll be free for a bit so I could fly out to meet you on tour,” he smiled. 

“Really?” you asked. 

“Yes,” he nodded. “I don’t really have any promo to do until it gets closer to the release date of my album, so I’ll have a few weeks free. I mean I’ll probably have to fit in some rehearsal time with my band, but your tour is over in a month or so right?” 

You nodded.” Yeah, my final show is at the end of May.” 

He smiled. “And then once you’re done with tour and I’m finished with a shit of promo, we can take a nice little getaway together,” he whispered. 

“That’d be wonderful,” you smiled. “I need a getaway.” 

He smiled. “I bet you do.” 

“Know what else I need?” you smirked turning around to face him.

“What’s that?” He asked watching you move toward him. 

“You,” you whispered before leaning into kiss him. 

**

The next morning came early when your alarm went off. You sighed cuddling up to him. He yawned kissing your head and rubbing your back. 

“What time do you have to leave?” He asked. 

“7 am, so we have about an hour left,” you sighed sadly. 

“Let’s order some breakfast and then jump in the shower while we wait,” he said. 

You nodded sitting up in the bed, holding the bed sheet over your bare chest and grabbing the phone. After you placed the order, you both went into the bathroom for a quick shower. 

When you were done, you dried off and changed into some yoga pants and hoodie. You packed everything in your suitcases and sat down to eat breakfast when the food arrived. 

After you ate, Harry wrapped his arms around you. Tears were threatening to fall and it didn’t take long before they did. Harry sighed. “Baby, don’t cry,” he whispered. 

“I’m trying not to, but we’ve already been apart for so long and this wasn’t enough time,” you sniffled. “I know we’re going to see each other in a week, but still. I feel like I just got you back and now we’re going to be apart again.” 

“We’ll talk every day. We’ll facetime. This week will go by before you know it and I’ll be on tour with you and we’ll have every day together,” he whispered. 

“Promise?” you whispered. 

“I promise baby,” he smiled putting his forehead on yours. 

Unfortunately, it was time for you to leave. Harry grabbed your suitcases and loaded them onto the cart. He tipped the bellhop to take them down to your car. 

Your car was parked at the back of the hotel, which meant that you and Harry could privately say your goodbyes before getting into the car. When you got down to the car, Harry wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you tightly against in him a huge hug. 

“You better call me as soon as you get a chance,” he said. 

“I will,” you smiled. “And you better call me when you get back to London.” 

“Don’t worry, I will,” he smiled. 

You two embrace for a little bit longer and he leaned down to kiss you. You eventually pull away. “I love you,” you whispered. 

“I love you too baby,” he smiled. 

You get into the car and head to the airport. 

You were still scared about getting back together with Harry, but you would rather be terrified of what could happen, then miserable because you would always wonder what if. You just hoped that this time, things would be different, better and you would finally get your happily ever after that you both deserved. 

**** The song referred to is Yes by Demi Lovato! :) 

Hope you enjoyed this One Shot! :) 

Struck By Lightning

Read it on AO3

By Maknatuna

Castiel gets struck by lightning. It has a weird effect on him and he’s forced to speak out his thoughts, feelings, and desires aloud.

Words: 7502, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

It was a stormy night. The wind was howling and the rain was pouring down like a raging ocean. Castiel was flying near the black, ominous clouds when thunder rumbled and rolled. Something flashed. It was a white, blinding light and the angel closed his eyes for a few seconds. Instantly he felt that something hit him and sent electric sparks through his body. Castiel lost his balance and plummeted down with a terrifying speed.

The Winchester brothers were staying in a small town called Hemingford, which is a little place nestled in Nebraska. There had recently been killings there, caused by a shape shifter, but the hunters already took care of that. They were still at the hotel and planned to leave in the morning.

It was 4 am and the brothers were in a deep sleep when something crashed down in their room, knocking the nightstand over and breaking a lamp.

“The hell?” Dean muttered, immediately sitting up in his bed and grabbing Ruby’s knife, which he hid under his pillow while he slept, just in case.

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The Hills - Chapter Two

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Thank you for your sweet comments on the first chapter! This wasn’t supposed to be longer than two parts, but the story kinda developed on its own and I can already tell you there will be at least four more parts. I hope you enjoy! :)

WC: 3543

Warnings: strong language, angst galore, alcohol, tipsy driving (DON’T drink and drive, please), nsfw

Chapter Two: Professional

The next evening I had my second encounter with Negan and I was beyond nervous. He’d told me to meet him after dinner because he was going to be busy all day. It was a particularly hot evening so I decided to wear something less formal this time; I pulled a floral romper out of my closet and paired it with a pair of black sandals. I curled my eyelashes and applied a fairly generous amount of mascara, put my hair up into a ponytail and completed my outfit with a pair of golden hoop earrings.

I got into my car and sped down the highway to the mansion. When I reached the residential quartier Negan lived in, the gate opened, and just like the first time I had been there I parked my car near the entrance. This time, however, the atmosphere was completely different. The mansion at night looked like a whole new place, the massive fountain was illuminated by colored footlights and the garden was lit by the full moon.

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Being Sick (Connor Murphy x Reader)

Request: So, Reader is v sick and Connor takes care of her! Fluffy shit, my dudes

Words: 1176

Warnings: fluff, flu, being v sick, very fluffy


“You’ll get another three models of the same type – for free! You don’t have to pay anything, if you place an order right now!”, the guy from the Informercials yelled. That’s the sixth time you saw the commercial. Right now, you’re even able to mouth the lines from it. Obviously, you didn’t watch it, because you wanted to get to know the hottest new products on the market. Your remote fell down from your bed and you were too sick to even pick it up. Today, you called in sick to school, so, in all times of finals stress, you finally had a day-off. Having fever and really bad cough were just the unneeded extras of it.

While you were pretty chill about your flu, your boyfriend wasn’t quite calm about that. You’ve been dating now for almost a year, but nobody has ever seen the other one sick. It was just a matter of time, when he would call you, all desperately. He’s probably super worried right now, wondering how he could cheer you up. And in that moment, your phone rang.
“Hello”, you whispered into it. Your drained voice didn’t allow you to speak any louder.
“Oh my god, hello”, you heard Connor giggling, “You sound like a fucking old lady, who’s trying to lure children into her gingerbread house.”
“Connor, you’re an asshole.”
“Yeah, but I’m an asshole, that’s now skipping the last period to visit his sick girlfriend.”
“No, wait-“
“See you!”
He hung up. Somehow you managed to get out of bed, turning off your TV, walking over to your mirror and realizing, that you don’t look like all these cute girls in the movies, when they are sick. Your hair was standing off in every direction, your face was swollen, your nose was red. You did not just sound like an old witch – no, you even looked like one. Despite all of this, you turned around to your bed, nearly falling into it. That’s how exhausted you were.

Connor knocked on the door and rang the doorbell a couple of hundred times. After you hadn’t shown up, as you always used to do, he got insanely worried. Luckily he knew that your family was hiding an extra key underneath a little statue of a hedgehog on your porch. Quickly, he opened up the door, running upstairs to your room.
At some time, you must have fallen asleep, because when Connor walked into your room, you were lying in your bed, snoring loudly and deeply. He tilted his head and had to laugh quietly. Even though, you were so sick, you still managed to look like the cutest person ever to him. He walked over to you, very quietly. He sat down at the foot of your bed and put his hand on your waist, going up and down in a slow motion.
“Good morning”, he whispered.
You were awake immediately and turned around to look into the face of your boyfriend. He was all smiling. You put your hands on your face.
“Don’t look at me, I’m a witch”, you said.
“No, no. I’m so mad at you right now. You have the fucking flu and still manage to look cute”, he exclaimed.
“Why are you here?”
“Oh, wow. That’s the nicest thing you want to hear from someone you love. I’m here to take care of you. Now, get up!” He stood up from the bed, walking to your door. Before opening it, he turned around to you and saw, that you were still laying in the same position. He sighed, but still smiled through it. Connor never felt that way for a person before. He always used to be so angry, when somebody didn’t follow “his” way, but suddenly there was you. It was, as if you changed him completely.
“I don’t want to get up”, your voice was still all raspy. Not in that sexy kind of way, but more sort of that “Wow, I hope I won’t die” kind of way. Connor put his bag on the ground.
“Do you want to stay here?”
You nodded your head. “Come, lay with me in my bed.”
“But you’re sick.”
“Yeah.”
“That’s disgusting.”
“Yeah, but you love me.”
He shrugged his shoulders and walked over to your bed. 
“Good point.”

You watched him, as he was taking off his hoodie. His white shirt, which he wore underneath, also come off a bit, displaying a bit of his pale tummy. He saw the way you looked at him and grinned.
“Does that cheer you up enough?”
“I’m almost healed now!”, you said in a sarcastic way. Although you totally meant it. Your boyfriend skipped school, walked all the way to your house, just to take care of you. He was different, but the sweetest boy you ever met. Sure, sometimes he had his moments – but everybody has them. And these moments didn’t make you love him any less.
Now you two were laying on your bed, face to face. Connor put his hand on your waist, pulling you closer to him.
“I’d want to kiss you right now.”, he whispered, tracing his fingers on your lips.
“You’d get sick afterwards yourself.”
He moved closer to you.
“I don’t mind.”
And then he kissed you. As if it was your first kiss, you were blushing and your hands were shaking. You knew that this wasn’t the fault of your flu. This was only the fault of him. Even after months and months of dating, you were still so in love with Connor, and still so excited.
“So, do you want a cup of tea now?”, he asked, leaving the tight embrace and getting up from your bed.
You nodded your head.
“But then you would have to leave your bed.”
Now you were shaking your head.
“Come on!”, Connor said, slapping his hand on your butt, to get you to move a bit. Still no reaction.
“Fine”, he started, “then I’ll have to carry you downstairs!”
“Connor, you wouldn’t da-“ You let out a surprisingly high tone, when he really put his arms around your waist, lifting you up. He was so skinny and seemed so weak, but this boy could carry anything. You grabbed him tightly, being slightly afraid that he would fall down the stairs now with you right now.
“Be careful”, you whispered. He just smiled at you.

When you arrived in the living room, he nearly dropped you too hard on your couch. He apologized a lot for it, explaining he was used to do that with you. (With a small wink.)
Some minutes later, he returned to you, seeing that you had fallen asleep once again. Annoyed, but not surprised, and still very much in love with you, he put the tea cup on the table next to you. He thought about waking you up, but he knew that sleeping is the best medicine and you really deserved it. Connor laid down next to you, stroking your back and eventually, falling asleep at your side.

Male Mc Mystic Messenger ZEN Route: Day 5 {Hour 21:12 + Yoosung Call}

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Hour: 21:12 ZEN vs Jumin

Zack spent the rest of his time looking out the window watching the storm slowly reach a calm. Now only rain was drizzling onto the flooded sidewalks and a gentle breeze was swaying the burnt tree branches. He held his phone in his hand and sighed in annoyance. What was he so upset for? It wasn’t like he was attracted to ZEN. Ha! 

… 

Well maybe just a little. Well it’s not like it even mattered. J-just attraction is all nothing else. 

…. 

No that was a lie. Zack gripped his forehead and let out an exasperated sigh. This was stupid and ridiculous. It was too much trouble to be thinking about all of this. Right now he just needed to focus on the RFA, not high school butterflies and crushes. AGH! It wasn’t a crush! Well it was but… Forget it! 

His phone buzzed and suddenly the computer lit up. He looked down to see he was getting a barrage of emails and text messages. Guess the power and signal was back on. He got up and checked all the items in the freezer before checking the computer. Everything was up and running. He rubbed his face in annoyance, he just wasn’t in the mood to do anything for the rest of the night. He was pissed off at ZEN and pissed off at himself. 

He unlocked his phone and saw a chat open. He could just ignore it. Shit. Fine he wouldn’t he was too addicted to talking to these people. 

He froze when he saw it was ZEN. Dammit… He already swiped to join and it was logging him in. He could just press the home button but- 

ZEN>: Ah, I had such a great workout!
ZEN>: Zack! Heheh how’d you know I was done? You stalking me~? Hahaha!

If he logged out now it’d be too obvious that he was trying to avoid him. Dammit. 

     <: I think everyone would know you’re done working out.  
     <: You seem like the type of person who posts his workout on all the social media’s 

ZEN>: Someone’s being a bit sassy heheh! 
ZEN>: But
ZEN>: You’re right. 
ZEN>: Sit tight little prince~ I’ll show you! 

     <: Little prince? What? 

ZEN>: Hahaha! I don’t even know why I put that. 

Jumin Han>: Oh brother. 

     <: Jumin, hello, did you get hit by the storm? 

Jumin Han>: I didn’t but my company did. Everything is fine of course. 

     <: I see. 

ZEN>: Here ya go!

ZEN posts a picture of himself drinking a beer and wearing a towel over his shoulders. 

Jumin Han>: You drink, smoke, and exercise. 
Jumin Han>: You might as well stop acting as if you’re healthy for all of that leads to nothing. 

ZEN>: Hey! It does! I don’t smoke all the time! 

     <: And the beer? 

ZEN>: We can’t all be pure. 

     <: It’s not like you’re getting drunk all the time so I guess it’s okay. 

Jumin Han>: You are just another man forgiving his actions because of his looks. 

     <: Oh damn. 
     <: Someone bought the wrong cat food for El. 

Jumin Han>: Elizabeth 3rd. 

ZEN>: You are being more of a jerk than usual today. 

Jumin Han>: I’m just stating a fact. You are not a good role model. 

ZEN>: Oh whatever, you’re own dad isn’t a good role model. He just picks up beautiful young girls who are stupider than a bag of rocks. 

     <: Okay let’s stop now. 
     <: We’re all in a pissy mood. Let’s just shut up and change the subject. 

Jumin Han>: I am nothing like my father. I am a good role model. 

ZEN>: No you’re not! You flaunt your money and live alone with a cat. That’s nothing to strive for! 

Jumin Han>: But I am successful. 

ZEN>: Oh my god you infuriate me. 

Jumin Han>: And you can be successful as well if you do the commercial. 

ZEN>: For the LAST TIME
ZEN>: I
ZEN>: AM
ZEN>: ALLERGIC 
ZEN>: TO 
ZEN>: CATS

Jumin Han>: Cat’s are truly the joys of life. 

      <: I mean they’re cute but dogs 

Jumin Han>: Don’t even finish typing. 

     <: Oh. 

ZEN>: Hey, jerk, leave my prince alone. 

Jumin Han>: This again? Your prince? 

ZEN>: Ha! I’ve just been messing around. 

Jumin Han>: It seems you make poorer decisions than I thought. 
Jumin Han>: For one your ‘pet name’ is confusing. 
Jumin Han>: And secondly you keep letting the fact of not getting along with cats prevent you from a great business opportunity. 

ZEN>: It’s not that I don’t get along with them, it’s that I AM ALLERGIC. Why can’t you understand that? 
ZEN>: And besides, I just say my prince because he looks like one. He knows it’s friendly don’t you Zack? 

     <: ya 

Jumin Han>: Perhaps you’re allergic to cats because you were evil to them and God plagued you with a curse. 

ZEN>: What even? 

Jumin Han>: You can overcome this obstacle with love. You would be doing a service to these blockades if you did. 

ZEN>: I’m allergic! 

Jumin Han>: That isn’t the only thing I’m speaking of. 

ZEN>: ??? 

      <: So… I understand the allergy issue. It really does suck. 

ZEN>: See! Zack always gets me!

Jumin Han>: Whether it be professional relationship or not you must understand that there are limitations to your fame. 

ZEN>: What are you even going on about? 

Jumin Han>: So choose wisely and take opportunities while you can. 

ZEN>: Choose wisely in what? Your stupid cat commercial? You know what? 
ZEN>: I’m done talking about it. 

Zack lowered the phone. Was Jumin reiterating what Jaehee had said? He sighed and rubbed his tired eyes. This sucked, it was like everyone but ZEN knew what he was feeling. Maybe to feel better he could just blame ZEN for his sudden obliviousness to all this. No. He wouldn’t even though he childishly wanted to. 

ZEN>: So Zack? I take it the storm has moved onward. Is everything okay? 

     <: Yes, a tree caught on fire but everything is good. 

Jumin Han>: How rude to dismiss my generosity. 

ZEN>: Wow! A tree caught on fire? That’s insane. 

Jumin Han>: It’s rude to ignore people trying to help you. 

ZEN>: Geez, you go about it so annoyingly. 
ZEN>: You can’t win me over like that. 

Jumin Han>: I thought you wanted someone else to win you over. But if you insist. 

ZEN>: Wait! 
ZEN>: No that’s not what I meant! 

Jumin Han>: I’ll send you roses. 

     <: Kinda old school. 

Jumin Han>: Have you ever received flowers Zack? 

      <: …..No :( 

Jumin Han>: I’ll find a way to send you roses then. 

ZEN>: Don’t! 
ZEN>: Don’t send me roses and don’t send him roses! 
ZEN>: Zack if you get roses 
ZEN>: burn them! 
ZEN>: And get rid of the ashes. 

     <: seven days… 

ZEN>: What? 

    <: I dunno it sounded like they were cursed 
    <: It was the first thing that came to my mind okay! 

ZEN>: Hahaha! Cute! You are my prince. 

     <: Um… can you stop calling me that? 

Especially when you don’t mean it. Just stop. 

ZEN>: Oh.
ZEN>: Sorry about that. 

     <: It’s fine. 

Jumin Han>: Either way you’ll still have ashes. 

ZEN>: shut up. 
ZEN>: It’s like you’re saying I can’t succeed without your help. 
ZEN>: You offered to advertise my musical and then go on saying that I shouldn’t ignore the power of money. 
ZEN>: You’re just wasting your breath. 

Jumin Han>: It’s like you have something against me. 
Jumin Han>: Are you perhaps
Jumin Han>: Jealous

ZEN>: No, you’re just annoying. 
ZEN>: I’m doing fine without your help. 

Jumin Han>: Congrats. 

ZEN>: FOR WHAT!? 
ZEN>: You know what? I’m tired of thinking about you so much

Jumin Han>: Weird. I didn’t know I occupied your mind so much.

ZEN>: and your insufferab
ZEN>: I WASN’T DONE YET! 

Jumin Han>: Is it me who you actually have feelings for? 

ZEN>: SHUT UP!!! 

     <: This is interesting and also frustrating. 

ZEN>: He’s probably smiling right now! It pisses me off. 

Jumin Han>: I am. 
Jumin Han>: You know me so well darling. 

ZEN>: SHUUUUTTT UUUPP!!!! 
ZEN>: I don’t need you to do well!

Jumin Han>: Ya

ZEN>: I’m done. 
ZEN>: You’ll see! I’ll do amazing in my new roll! 

Jumin Han>: Ah so I motivated you. 

ZEN>: I’m gonna break my phone!!!! 

Jumin Han>: I’m happy to be of service. 

ZEN>: Gah! 

Jumin Han>: What a fun conversation. Perfect before I go to bed. Good night. 

     <: Night. 

Jumin Han>: Thank you. 

        Jumin Han has left the chatroom. 

ZEN>: I’m gonna cuss

     <: It’s cool. That was kinda frustrating on my end too. 
     <: buuuuut that being said
     <: I’m smiling too. 

ZEN>: I don’t mind if you’re smiling. 
ZEN>: You being here helps, prince
ZEN>: Oh sorry. 
ZEN>: Zack. 

     <: It’s fine. 

ZEN>: I’m gonna go practice. 
ZEN>: Get some sleep yourself :)

     <: Yeah I will. 
     <: Thanks. 

ZEN>: Heh! See ya! 

        ZEN has left the chatroom 

     <: You’re the prince. 

He closed his phone and sighed. What an annoyance. He watched the flooded streets send it’s small waves of water run down the hills. He felt his phone buzz and let out an annoyed grunt. Without looking who was calling he picked up. 

“Hello?” He said tiredly. 

“Oh!” It was Yoosung. “Sorry did I wake you?” 

“No you didn’t. Just relaxing is all.” He said as leaned back and rested his head on the pillows. 

“Oh good! I was calling to see if you’re okay. I mean I checked the weather again and saw it finally passed.” 

Zack slightly smiled. “Yeah, thanks, it’s all good here.” 

“Oh I’m- cast cure you shitty idiot!” 

“Woah. Damn.” 

Yoosung sighed and then made a blabbering noise. “Ah u-uhm s-s-sorry I didn’t mean to get all angry. It’s just been a… trying battle.” 

“Heh, well don’t break your keyboard.” 

“No way! It’s my lifeline. B-but I uh called for another reason.” 

“You mean my well being isn’t at the top of your list?” 

“No. I mean yes!! Ah I mean-” 

Zack chuckled. “I’m kidding.” 

“Ah… you’re mean.” He faked crying. “You and Seven always tease me.” 

“You’re an easy target.” Heh, Yoosung was pretty cute. He was pretty ni- 

No stop. Now wasn’t the time. 

“That’s! Not…. it is true isn’t it. Ah! I don’t want to forget, uhm I called to ask if you could get me ZEN’s autograph? I mean I’m sure if you asked he would gladly give it to you. Plus he knows where you work so you can ask in person.” 

“Gonna sell it?” 

“Well…. no. Actually I want to flaunt it. I can go around saying I’m friends with someone famous. And have him write “To my loving friend and brother, Yoosung.”” 

“You’re… not serious are you?” 

“Yes totally serious.” 

Zack pinched the bridge of his nose. “Ahm… yeah okay.” 

Yoosung chuckled. “Great! Okay I need to pre-order something so I’ll let you go! Good night!” 

“Night, loving friend and brother Yoosung.” 

“Nnngh…. yeah… okay I hear it now, I’ll think of something else.” 

Zack laughed and hung up. Heh, Yoosung. 

…. 

He really was cute and nice. 

These Paper Walls Can Hold Your Feelings - Trixya - Star

“We live in adjacent apartments/hotel rooms and our bedrooms are on opposite sides of a very thin wall and one night I heard you crying and talked to you through the wall” AU set during the filming of season 7.

(Saw the prompt, fell in love with the prompt, wrote the prompt. Tempted to write a part 2)

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You Don’t Work Here Anymore

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Genre: Romance, Drama

Summary: You’re a barista in New York City, and a cute new customer has started coming to your coffee shop to work on his drawings. You begin to develop a connection with the man, who you discover his named Gerard…….but, then, tragedy strikes. 

You’d just started working at a cute, mom-and-pop coffeeshop in the big city. You loved the smell of beans roasting and bagels baking in the morning when you walked in. It was kind of hard to learn how to make all the different kinds of drinks, especially when you always had a long line. But, so far, you still thought it was a pretty cool job. You even got free coffee once in a while.

You watched the man at the furthest table from the counter out of the corner of your eye as you prepared a cappuccino. He was handsome, with long, dark hair and hazel eyes that you wished would glance your way. He’d started coming here almost every day recently, ordering a single latte and then sitting in the corner for hours, bent over his sketchbook. You were curious as to what he was working on, but you didn’t want to bother him. He seemed really shy, and the last thing you wanted to do was make him anxious.

“Hey, Y/N, can you go wipe the tables while we’re not busy?” your boss asked. “I’ll finish that cappuccino for Mrs. Benson, don’t worry.”

“Yeah, I can do that,” you nodded, and grabbed a rag. The rush was going to start soon, and so this was the only time today you’d have time to do this. You started at the first table, wiping away donut crumbs and spilled espresso. Most of the tables weren’t that dirty, so it didn’t take you long. Soon, you were at the table beside the one where the raven-haired man sat.

You craned your neck as you scrubbed, trying to sneak a peek at his drawing. He didn’t seem to notice you were there. He was completely absorbed in his work, tongue sticking out of his mouth slightly as he inked over a pencil line with laser-like focus. You saw that the sketch depicted a cartoon monkey eating pancakes.

“It’s so cute,” you said softly, unable to resist a smile.

The man jumped at the sound of your voice, clearly startled. His knee knocked the table when he bolted, sending his latte tumbling to the floor with a splash.

“Oh, shit, I’m so sorry!” you gasped. “Let me get a mop and clean that up for you!”

“It’s ok, it’s my fault,” the man said quietly, grabbing a napkin from the dispenser and bending down to wipe up the spill. “I, uh, didn’t see you over there.”

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” you apologized. “I just thought your drawing was really good.”

“Oh, well, um, thank you,” the man blushed. “I actually work at Cartoon Network, and the sketch is part of some concept art for a show idea I’m about to pitch to them, called The Breakfast Monkey.”

“That’s so cool!” you beamed, impressed. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“I’m Gerard,” the man introduced. “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” you smiled. “Listen, I feel really bad for making you spill your drink. I can get you a new latte on the house, if you want.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” Gerard waved his hand.

“I don’t have to,” you agreed. “I want to.”

“Are you sure you won’t get in trouble with your manager?” Gerard asked.

“Yeah, it should be fine,” you assured him. “I’ll go get one for you right now. And good luck with your pitch!”

“Thanks,” Gerard smiled, playing with a lock of hair nervously. You found him even cuter now that you’d have the nerve to talk to him.

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RIP Harris Wittels. 1984-2015.

There are so few people that you meet in life that give you that feeling that you’ve found a real unique, original person. Harris Wittels was one of those and we lost him yesterday. He was 30 years old. I’ve been devastated. 

I’m still waiting for the other phone call to let me know that Harris is okay and this was all a horrible misunderstanding. I don’t know when my brain is going to be able to process the terrible feeling that fills my heart with dread and my eyes with tears every 20 seconds when I realize this very special person is really gone.

So, I wanted to write something to share my stories about Harris and what he meant to me.

I first knew Harris as a standup. I’d have him open shows quite a bit, and he was always fantastic. As his career as a writer took off, he got busy. He’d say that he didn’t have time or wasn’t working on standup at the time. Sadly, he had just started back working his standup, which made me thrilled as a fan. His standup, like he his real life personality, was open, honest (way more honest than how most people refer to “honest” in their standup) and hilarious.

As a writer, we worked on two films that never saw the light of day. The first was Olympic Sized Asshole. The premise was Danny McBride and I were two best friends who lived in SC who’s girlfriends had a three way with a super handsome star Olympic athlete (think Channing Tatum). We did a rough outline of it together and then Harris went off to write the script.

Around this time in my career, I was very puzzled by film scripts. None of the ones I read ever made me laugh. I figured that I must not know how to read scripts properly. Maybe these things were funnier in person than on the page.

Then I got Harris’ first draft of Olympic.

Every page had a huge laugh. I couldn’t believe it. Jody Hill and I called each other and were just rolling about our favorite jokes.

I was DYING.

Here’s a little chunk I found looking through old notes. The script was just full of great jokes like this:

Another bit I loved was when Danny’s character and my character pitch a business idea in the beginning of the movie. 

There was also a part that would be played by Paul Giamatti. I think this was something he just added as a last minute addition that wasn’t even in the outline.

Eventually the project faded away as many movie projects tend to do.

But, after that, any time I worked on anything, I insisted that Harris Wittels be one of the writers. He was the first name I asked for every time. When I worked on the MTV Movie Awards. Those Randy videos for Funny People. Anytime I did a dumb commercial. Any time I needed to get joke writers, I always asked for Harris to help because he was truly the best of the best. And I was so lucky that he always said yes.

Most jokes when read by “comedy people” don’t get a laugh per se. You just read it and go, “Oh that’s funny” and you understand it would get a laugh. You eventually just know how jokes are constructed and you aren’t as easily surprised. Harris was part of that rare breed where you wouldn’t see his shit coming. His jokes were so weird, unexpected, often brilliantly dumb that they were in that ultra-exclusive club of ones that made comedy people laugh — and laugh hard. This was why Harris was such a go-to for everyone. Anyone that was ever in a writers room with him knew he was probably the funniest comedy writer out there. He was just a machine.

Remember the Obama-Galifianakis Funny or Die video?

Galifianakis: So are you gonna run a third time?

Obama: I don’t think that’d be a very good idea. That’d be like making a third Hangover movie.

I thought that was by far the best joke in that thing and maybe any thing I watched last year. I found out today that it was a Wittels original. Of course. 

Harris was also known as “the chuffah king.” Chuffah is the random nonsense characters in a scene talk about before getting to the meat of it that leads to story. Here’s one of the best chuffah moments from Parks from the “Hunting Season” episode:

Tom: Your favorite kind of cake can’t be birthday cake, that’s like saying your favorite kind of cereal is breakfast cereal.

Donna: I love breakfast cereal.

Harris excelled at coming up with hilarious, random nonsense like this. It was a tool that no one else seemed to have. I’m not a big podcast listener, but today I found out this was also kind of the fuel for Harris Foam Corner (or Phone Corner) from Comedy Bang Bang podcast, here’s a playlist that is filled with this kind of hilarious/awful nonsense from Harris: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLBB4729D88A16451A

Here’s some highlights I found on Tumblr today:

“One time I said to a guy that, ‘I loved learning new things. I’m a bit of an infomaniac.’ And he thought I said NYMPHOMANIAC….so he fucked me. And I said ‘No, no no…I said INFO. I’m an INFOmaniac’ And he said ‘Well, here’s some info…you just got fucked. Clean yourself up.’”

“I hate smoking sections. Unless it’s Jim Carrey’s The Mask. Then the smoking section is my favorite part!”

“I’m not getting married until gay people can get married. Because I’m gay.”

Imagine being around a guy who was this uniquely silly all the damn time. That’s what it was like being in a writers room with Harris. It was just bullshit like this non-stop. And it was the best.


After we failed to get Olympic off the ground, we had another idea called BIG TIME. This was about myself and another guy becoming super famous after a video of us saving a bunch of little black kids from a burning fire went viral. Again the plan was that Harris and I would draft a story (this time with our friend Jason Woliner) and then Harris would bang out the script.

One of my favorite Harris stories was before writing this script we’d pitch the story to studios. In one part of the pitch, we had a bit where the two leads became quasi-famous and started attending B-level celeb parties. In describing this scene in our practice session, Harris would say, “Guys like Chris Pontius would be there.” I’d say, “Alright Harris, none of these execs know who Chris Pontius from Jackass is, don’t say that.”

At that point, he knew he had me. Every pitch, and keep in mind these are important pitches with studio heads, etc. - I would lead and then as soon as I got to that scene, he would throw it in with glee, “you know, guys like Pontius would be there.” He even dropped the Chris and was just saying Pontius. Last name only. Jason and I were dying. 

Then, in an even more absurd move, he added a second part to this bit. During the pitch, he started saying,  "then the guys get famous and they do all the talk shows Letterman… Conan… Pontius Tonight…” To be clear, Pontius Tonight is a fictional show hosted by Chris Pontius that he made up just to make me laugh/fume. He said that execs would assume this was a real thing as to not seem out of touch. It was great. Harris would rather make all of us laugh than worry about jeopardizing these meetings.

He really seemed to relish getting laughs out of other comedians. Last night, the Parks writers staff and other friends shared Harris stories. One of my favorites was there was a serious email from NBC about a big sexual harassment seminar. Serious execs are CC’d along with Harris and the writers. Harris writes back, REPLY ALL, with this gem — now keep in mind EVERYONE is on this email, all the crew, so many higher level producers and execs, here we go:


As both our movies fizzled, Harris and I worked together on Parks and Rec. I was so thrilled when he got hired to be a writer and the episodes where he was on set were ones I looked forward to. A writer on set would pitch alternate jokes and help you if you didn’t feel a scene didn’t work, who better than Harris in that situation. Talking to other writers on the show today, it was clear Harris’ contribution to the world of Pawnee was immense. I’m sure he wrote many of the lines that made you laugh throughout the show.

Harris also eventually acted in the show as one of the animal control guys. Go on YouTube and watch this compilation, he is so hilarious in it:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xkplbd_nQFs


I also want to say, besides being so unbelievably hilarious, Harris was truly a sweet guy. He was so lovable even when saying the most disgusting things. You just couldn’t help but love him. He had the most ridiculous opinions on everything from food to dating to music and he’d defend them to no end. He loved to make ridiculous boast that he insisted he could achieve. Here are a few that I compiled:

- Do as good a job as Trent Reznor scoring “The Social Network”
- Play against the Lakers and juke NBA point guard Steve Blake
- Hit an NBA 3-pointer
- Play right field in a Major League Baseball game, and catch a pop-up, and easily throw it back to the infield
- Act as well as any actor
- Every girl has, at minimum, a 20% crush on him

He was once adamant that he could taste the difference between all the major water bottle brands - and he did! He also once claimed he could beat anyone in the entire Parks offices at arm wrestling. Mike Schur gleefully egged him on: “Really, Harris? Anyone?” Harris said, “Yeah.” Then Mike beckoned John Valerio — a giant, muscular man with enormous arms – who worked in the editing department. Harris: “Shit! I forgot about Valerio. Come on, man!” Nevertheless, Harris went through with the match, put up a good fight, and was extremely gracious in defeat.

He was also kind of an odd ladies man in a way. Not blessed with a tall stature and traditional handsome guy stuff, he was able to transcend it all by being charming in an adorable/silly way. He was a romantic at heart. He once had a really big date. Someone way out of his league. His move - show up with a box of Russell Stovers chocolates. You know, the brand of chocolates of you get when you really want to impress a girl. He also once sent an e-vite to a girl’s heart. She declined. He once proposed to a woman on G-Chat. Genuinely.

Here’s some other random things I loved about him: He loved 311 and knew that the bassist’s name was P-Nut. He once had dinner with my parents and I in New York at a fancy restaurant and showed up in a suit that was 5 sizes too big. He looked like a kid dressing up in his dad’s clothes. Afterwards he turned to me and said, “Hey man, can you help me get a suit that fits?” His Tinder profile said, “I make money. I’ll buy you a couch.” We asked him why and he said, “Girls love couches.” He would always order the most unabashedly unhealthy, grossest thing at lunch. The most legendary being a burger he once ordered at Parks that had fried egg, bacon, avocado, onion rings (these are ON the burger FYI), BBQ sauce, and monterey jack cheese. He would take 4 things of mozzarella string cheese, line ‘em up, and melt it in the microwave. And then he’d eat this with a fork for a snack. I would always try to order healthy. Once I suggested a vegetarian place. After the email went out, I got a text from him “Guys this vegan place is an atrocity. Please reconsider.” He once left the writers office for lunch to eat at his house and texted my brother Aniz that he was “making Chili’s leftovers at home.” It really made me laugh that he chose the word “making” to describe heating up disgusting leftovers. He loved Chili’s but could never get anyone to join him. He would often go on solo missions. He once went to Chili’s by himself in Encino and Joe Mande asked him why Encino and not the closer one in Inglewood. He said, “The good one’s in Encino, you gotta go out to Encino.”

Weirdly, besides Parks, a lot of the stuff we worked on together never made it out into the world.

Another harsh part of this tragedy is that was all about to change.  Around the time Parks was ending, I started developing a new project with my friend Alan Yang, another writer on Parks. Immediately, we knew we wanted Harris to help us write it. We were lucky to get him on board and for the past 5 months or so, he’s been an integral part of this new project. He worked tirelessly and was a leader on our staff and we were all thrilled to be doing this thing that was actually going forward.

We knew Harris had issues with addiction but things were pointing in the right direction. He was getting treatment and focused on his career and the opportunities ahead. It all seemed to point in the right direction. We were all about to move to New York together in March to have great fun and make great work. He was excited. I was excited. It all seemed perfect. He just found an apartment on Monday.

Then, I got the most horrific phone call yesterday. I couldn’t comprehend it.

This week I spent a lot of time with Harris. On Monday he drove me to a dinner we were having. His iPod was on shuffle and every fucking song was a different Phish bootleg. I kept forcing him to skip until it was Phish maybe covering another more tolerable band’s song. Then we hit a band called Pralines and Dick. I told him this was particularly bad. He let me know it was his high school jam band and warned me about the upcoming 5 minute funk breakdown. I couldn’t help but enjoy it.  

I was so excited for what was ahead for Harris. I knew he was going to really explode after this new project. The little bit of Wittels comedy out there was just the tip of the tip of the iceberg. He had so much more to give and I was so excited for him. He seemed to be turning things around. He me asked for help finding a nutritionist. He said he knew nothing about nutrition. I informed him that I could confirm Chili’s is pretty bad for you. He even reluctantly ordered the “vegan bowl” for lunch the day before he passed when we were all writing together.

My last memory of him was from that day.

We were punching up a script. In punch up, you’re just trying to beat jokes that maybe aren’t landing. Everyone contributes and tries to beat the joke and you leave the best one in. But for us, what would happen is basically, all the writers would pitch something, then Harris would chime in with something so bizarre and hilarious, it would either make it in, or make us laugh and we’d agree it was the most hilarious, but probably too crazy. That last day, I remember I hit a line and we needed a better joke, I was exhausted. I turned to Harris and just wanted him to fix it so we could move on. I yelled “Harris! I need you, get off your phone. Make this joke better, fix it please.” And, of course, he did.

Bye Harris. I miss you and I’m glad I got to enjoy your genuinely amazing and original presence. I wish I got to you know even more. I hope people reading this realize what a incredibly unique man you were, and what brutal a loss it is for those who knew you and also for those who never had the pleasure. This has been so hard to write because I just keep wanting to add more and more stories and more jokes and more everything, but I’d never be able to finish it. You are far too special to sum up in any kind of piece like this. You were one of the best and we all will miss you.

Love,

Aziz

Life Swap Chapter 8

Hi guys! Hope everyone is doing well! Here is chapter 8! I saw all of Shawn’s birthday party post and it makes me want to write something about a drunk Shawn. Who seems so fun by the way! Only if we could all party with him. Anyways im super pumped cause i’m seeing him next week. So i’ll probably post chapter 9 next weekend! Hope you all enjoy and if any of you are going to see his shows have sooo much fun!

Chapter 8

           My eyes flicker open, to the sound of the TV playing in the background. I try to move but I didn’t realize that Shawn was using my body as a pillow. He looks so peaceful when he is asleep. The blanket is snuggled up to his chin and his hand gentle placed around my leg like it’s a pillow.

           I find my phone which is shoved inside the couch cushions. I just look through while Shawn is sleeping so I don’t wake him up. Since I had no service yesterday, none of my messages were received, so I didn’t bother to look at my phone. The red circle by my messages read the number seventy five. I never get this much attention but I have a ton group chats which always adds up when you don’t keep up.

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anonymous asked:

I" may or may not have robbed a bank just now and please help me get away i’ll repay you in sexual favours and also cash” au for Feysand!

A/N: so this is going to end up being a little mini fic, with this being the first part and I’m kinda excited.  I already have ideas for part 2, but I can’t guarantee when it will be finished since holidays and stuff, but it WILL happen! Also special thanks to @rhysndtrash who fabulously helped me with edits and listening to me babble about ideas and being all around fab.  Let me know what you all think! [Part 2 here!]


Auxilium - Part 1

Hefting her overfilled satchel higher on her aching shoulder, Feyre pounded down the cracked pavement, sweat dripping uncomfortably down her neck and along her spine beneath her less than breathable business casual dress surely not meant for sprinting.  Shooting a glance backwards, she paused to pull her the heels pinching her toes off, testing the concrete and mentally sighing at the beautiful coolness it had, when just two months earlier she would’ve burned the soles of her feet hideously.  And just a month and a half from now, she’d lose a toe or two to frostbite.  So the gods were smiling on her for once.

At least, that was what she thought, until she spotted the meter maid trundling down the street, hawk-like eyes reading the time left on each meter, wicked ticket book in hand, ready to ruin some poor slob’s day.  Not this poor slob.

Hoping to avoid yet another ticket she couldn’t afford she secured her bag once again, gritted her teeth, and vaulted through the luckily sparse late afternoon crowd.  Between the various office buildings, coffee shops, and Hybern Bank, it would never be quiet until after business hours, but there was always a lull between lunch and five o’clock.  Which was exactly what she’d been counting on.

Sending a defiant glare toward her unknowing adversary, Feyre slowed to a stop near her car as the meter ticked to a blinking 0:00.  Pulling the back door open quickly, she tucked her bag low on the meticulously vacuumed carpet behind the passenger seat before circling the parallel parked car, mindful of oncoming traffic, and slipped into the driver’s seat. 

With a sigh, Feyre let her head drop back against the head rest, tossing her discarded heels to the right side of the car blindly.  Shifting slightly and pressing her slightly raw bare feet against the pedals, she rifled through her pockets, fingers finally closing around her keys - complete with her dorky artist easel keychain - when a rather definitive knock sounded at the window.

Groaning, she shoved the key forcefully into the ignition, “I beat you here fair and square - oh.”

Upon turning to face her adversary, she noted it was not her usual squat, ticket wielding nemesis, but a tall, dark haired man with eyes that could only be described as violet - a shade that had her fingers itching for her paints - and a disarming smile, creating the overall appearance of the most beautiful man she’d ever beheld.  And he was gesturing for her to roll the window down. 

Feyre narrowed her eyes, glancing toward slowly approaching meter maid in the rear view mirror before cracking the passenger side window just enough to speak and see those lethally gorgeous eyes that much more clearly, “Speak succinctly.”

His expression sparked at her shortness, if anything appearing more intrigued than offended, before he smirked in what she’d admit in the quiet of her mind was a rather attractive manner, “Any shot you’re willing to give a fellow in need a ride, darling?”

Brows shooting up into her honey colored hairline, Feyre bit back a smile, “Are you serious, ever heard of Uber?”

The stranger propped his forearms on the top of her car, fingers brushing against the slightly rusted metal detailing as he leaned close, “I think they’re tracking my phone.”

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Fate - Chapter 3

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‘Miss Kim.’ Your assistant called you from the door as you looked up from your sketch. ‘You have a lunch appointment today.’ She reminded as you turned to look at your computer to check on your schedule. You didn’t remember scheduling a lunch meeting today especially when you have a deadline tomorrow morning. You frowned when you looked at your own schedule. ‘I don’t have anything.’ You told her.

‘Oh the vice president scheduled it for you.’ she bit her lips scared that you would get angry at the arrangement. You sighed and just nodded your head, knowing there was nothing you could say about it. You picked up your pencil again and asked her for the details. ‘The vice president just said the CEO-’

Before she could finish explaining you cut her off at the mention of the position. ‘CEO?’

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Heat

Pairing: Castiel x Reader (very vanilla)

Summary: You get a bad stomach ache and Castiel helps make it better. Fluffy.

Words: 1200~

A/N: I got this idea because I am a glutton for spicy food even though it is not a glutton for me. Also this is the first fic I’ve ever posted on here! I’m kinda shy to post this because I know people in real life on here, but screw it. Fanfiction makes me happy and I appreciate all the people who write it, so I thought I’d share mine. Feedback is very much so appreciated.

I’m gonna tag a few people if that’s okay? @castielohcastiel @my–supernatural-romance @thran-duils I’m sorry if you didn’t wanna be tagged I just wanted to share this with you guys, this is very experimental for me haha

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The smell of onions and spice woke you from your daydream. You got up and started walking over to the bunker’s kitchen. “Is that dinner I smell?” You peeked your head in.

“Sure is!” Dean looked back at you and winked.

You walked closer and looked into the frying pan, “Ooooh, fajitas! Spicy!” You wiggled your eyebrows at Dean.

“You got that right sweetheart,” he turned his attention back to the sizzling vegetables, “I added my own secret ingredient. You can bet your ass it’s gonna be spicy.”

“Is that a threat, Winchester?” You raised your eyebrow.

“Like I said, you bet your ass it is.”

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Luke Hemmings Imagine

Requested: No

Synopsis: You’re famous and are invited onto Ellen’s show and something happens that changes a relationship.

Requests are: OPEN

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“Okay, so the plan for the day is that you will have an interview with her and then as soon as you are finished there, we have to rush you back here, get you changed and then you go out to the back for your live performance. After you perform, you are free to meet fans for a little while.” Kelsey, my assistant that was assigned to me from management, told me as Marina showed me my outfits picked out for the day.

“So, I can meet any of the fans I want?” I wondered out loud.

“Yeah, after you perform, you have all the time in the world to meet fans. You can meet them all if you wanted. Although, I don’t think that would be such a good idea. We have a busy night ahead of us as well. Now go get dressed so we can do our final touches on your hair and makeup and then send you out to Ellen.”

After changing into the plain white tight crop top and the coral circle skirt that Marina had picked out for me, I walked out to meet Ellen. Yes, the Ellen.

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“Okay, so we have a special guest, which managed to take time away from her busy schedule of touring to come talk to us. Let’s welcome her out.” Ellen stood up, and I walked out to her. We hugged and sat in the chairs opposite from each other. “So, tell us about your busy life. You have the tour going on right now, and you have all these different interviews and photo shoots you have to do. How stressful is it on someone as young as you?” Ellen asked.

“Well, I mean it’s a lot to do all at once, but I actually enjoy it. I enjoy being able to make all my fans happy and I love doing things for them.”

“So, we hear that you have made many famous friends throughout your world tour? Can you name some of them for us?”

“Actually I met some really cool people back in Australia. I actually had one of my friends, Luke Hemmings introduce me to some of my favorite youtubers. I actually ran into Demi Lovato there. Like literally ran into her. That was pretty embarrassing.” Ellen laughed at me. “Oh, I’m sure that must have been very embarrassing.” She smiled at me.

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“So we like to do this new thing here where we try to embarrass our special guests by making them do different things. Sometimes they get embarrassed, other times they don’t. It just depends on the person you are.” She smiled. “So for you, we are going to have you read us the last text message you sent. And no cheating, you have to show me that it really was the last one you sent.”

I grabbed my phone that Kelsey had placed on the table in front of me during the commercial break. I knew this was it. “Um, well the last text I sent was to my best friend. I don’t even remember what we were talking about.” That last part was a lie. I knew exactly what we were talking about. I unlocked my phone, opened my messages and showed Ellen, proving it was the last text I sent. “Um, well. It’s kind of a long text.” I felt it. The heat. My cheeks burned. My blood went cold. Here we go. “It was:

No, you don’t understand. He is my world. And I know for a fact if he ever found out, then it would be the end of us, but I can’t deal with it anymore. I am in love with him. There I am in love with Luke Robert Hemmings. There I said it. I am in love with him and I have been for years. I don’t know what to do though. I mean I talked to his mom when I was there last month, but I don’t know. She told me to tell him, but not to just say it. She told me to sort of tell him. But I can’t keep this secret anymore. I have to just tell him. I love him. I love the way his eyes shut tightly when I make a dumb joke. I love the way he runs his fingers through his hair when he is nervous. I love his smile when he sees me. I love everything about him. I don’t know how to tell him. I don’t want to tell him and have our friendship ruined. I’ve known him since we were 6. I just don’t want to lose him.”

I felt my entire body get cold and my face instantly heat up. I knew Liz watched this. And I knew her and Andy were going to watch this one because they are like parents to me. And I knew Luke was eventually going to hear every word I just said, and that terrified me.

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“Y/N, you have a visitor. I’m not sure I can tell you who though. Just hear me when I say this. I am worried about you and you need to talk to this person. You haven’t been yourself the past few days. And I think this person will help.” I heard Kelsey’s soft, caring voice through my hotel room door.

She was right. Ever since I read that text on Ellen’s show the other day, and I thought about Luke hearing those words from me, I haven’t been myself. I haven’t spoken very much and I feel terrible for shutting everyone out. “Okay, send them in.”

I heard my door open and quietly shut. I refused to turn around and face the person. I continue to lie on my side, facing the window overlooking the busy streets of NYC. I heard their footsteps stop at the foot of my bed and slowly make their way over towards my face.

“Y/N, hey, um, I know I’m probably the last person you want to see right now, but I don’t care.” I heard the concern in his thick Australian accent. It surprised me, his accent isn’t usually this thick. “So, I heard what you said, but I’m sure you already know that. But I really have something to say to you.” He sat in front of me so we were face to face. “Y/N, I love you. I’ve been in love with you since December 2 years ago. When you visited us for Christmas. I remember what you were wearing that day. Your favorite Christmas sweater. The one with the little reindeer and zig-zag patterns on it. Your favorite pair of skinny jeans. The pair that you always say makes your ass look great. And your favorite pair of red Vans. When I saw you that day, I knew it. I knew I was deeply and madly in love with you. I knew it. I told my dad when you left a couple weeks later. He smiled and told me to go for it. I don’t know why it’s taken me two years to do it. I guess I had the same fear you did. About losing everything we have had and everything we have gone through together. But now I don’t care. I love you and everything that make you, you. I love when you crinkle your nose when you laugh really hard. And I love when you clap your hands like a seal when you laugh really hard too. I love that you always make me try to teach you guitar every time you visit, even though we both know you can’t play for shit. I love that you are my best friend. And I love that you love me as well.” He had his dumb smile that I fell in love with.

I sat up and smiled. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him. He pulled me into his lap and we sat there for god knows how long. Everything felt so right in his arms like this. He pulled away a little bit to look into my eyes. He smiled and kissed me. I deepened the kiss, not with want and lust, but with love and passion. After what seemed like hours, he pulled away and put his forehead on mine. “I love you. So, does this make us-?” I asked. He smiled at me with the same smile from earlier. “Of course it does. I love you baby.”

Sly Dog

From this request: Could you make a one-shot were the reader meets Sam while she is walking with her dog. The readers friendly Rottweiler runs out of your hands straight to Sam. Turns out that you knew him in high school maybe? And you start dating?

*Sam-centric

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“All right, Bruno, let’s head home.”

The Rottweiler looked up at you, a faint smile on his face. You clipped the leash back to his collar, slipped your earbuds into your ears, and the two of you left the dog park.

The day was cool, a hint of Spring in the air. This was an unusually warm day in early March—the first time you and Bruno had been able to spend more than five minutes outside. It felt good to stretch your legs and Bruno had certainly enjoyed running free in the field of the dog park.

Bruno apparently still had some pent-up energy because just as the two of you rounded a corner, he began to strain against his leash.

Your grip wasn’t too strong to begin with and the leash quickly slipped from your grasp. “Bruno!” you shouted. The shock of the event froze you to the spot before your brain could kick in and send a message to your legs: run!

You began to chase after the dog, cursing every squirrel, bird, rabbit, and cat that may be in the surrounding area.

But then you realized that your pup wasn’t chasing after some creature—he was running to greet a tall man dressed in plaid.

You yanked your earbuds out, shoving them in your pocket (you didn’t even want to think about the knot they would be in when you got home). “He’s friendly!” you shouted, hoping the man heard you.

“Whoa!” you heard the man say. You saw Bruno jump up, his paws pressed against the man’s torso. “Hey, buddy,” the man said to the dog. His hand reached down and began to pet Bruno, the dog barking appreciatively. “Hi there.”

You slowed as you approached the man. “I am so sorry!” you said. You bent down and picked up the leash before reaching out and gently grabbing Bruno’s collar. “Bruno, I thought we agreed that you wouldn’t do that anymore!”

“It’s okay,” the man said to you, a small laugh in his voice. “He’s a friendly sort. And I could always use more friends, especially the four-legged kind.”

Bruno barked, his tongue darting out of his mouth, trying to lick the man’s hand.

You glanced up at the man. “I really am sorry. I don’t know what’s gotten into him.”

“Must be this nice weather,” the man said. He gave you a smile. He certainly was attractive. And there was something… familiar about his eyes.

The man’s brow creased slightly as he studied you. “I… don’t mean to sound like a creep, but did you go to Southside High?”

“Yeah,” you said after a moment. Normally you wouldn’t answer such a spot-on question from a stranger, but…

The man cocked his head. “Are you… Y/N? Y/F/N?”

“Yes…”

The man smiled. “I don’t know if you remember me, but I’m Sam Winchester.”

“Holy shit. Sam? Of course, I remember you! We had chemistry together! And AP English. And PE for one semester.”

Sam’s eyes trailed over you. “God, you haven’t changed.”

“Please don’t tell me that,” you said with a laugh. “I tried so hard to change.”

“No, I mean you’re just as…” Sam paused, biting his lip. “So, you still live around here?”

“Yeah,” you said, wondering what he had been about to say. “Yeah, I moved back here after college. I ended up getting a job as a teaching assistant over at Southside.”

“Really? Has it changed?”

You shrugged. “It’s a little different from when we went there. But our initials are still carved on that floorboard backstage in the auditorium.”

Sam laughed. “I still can’t believe you talked me into that.”

“I still can’t believe you actually did it.” You paused. “What about you? What are you doing now?”

“I, uh… work with my brother.”

“Oh, yeah? You two always were close.”

At that moment, a black Impala pulled up next to you. The window rolled down and you saw a man lean across the seat. “Sammy! What’d you find?”

‘Must be his brother,’ you thought to yourself.

Sam held one finger up to his brother, signaling to give him a minute. Then he turned back to you. “I, uh, I have to go. But I’d really like to stay in touch.” You saw him pull his phone out of his pocket. “Can you… I mean, would you…”

You smiled as you took his phone, putting your number in his device. He smiled at you as he took his phone back.

“I’ll text you,” Sam said as he slid into the car.

You watched as the car pulled away and drove off. Bruno whined slightly, wanting to play some more with his new friend. You patted his head.

“I know, bud.” You looked down at him. “You know, I should be pissed at you for running off like that.”

Bruno turned and gave you that well-named ‘puppy-dog’ look.

“Yeah, yeah,” you said, rolling your eyes. “We all know that you know just how cute you are.” You started walking, keeping a tight grip on the leash. “Don’t rub it in.”

As you were walking, your phone vibrated. You pulled it out to find a text from a new number.

Hey, it’s Sam. You want to grab dinner sometime?

You smiled to yourself.

Only if you let me copy your chemistry notes ;)

Of course.

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And so the two of you began to rekindle that high school friendship. The two of you started texting every day, visiting whenever possible.

After a few months, you and Sam were sitting in your living room, watching old reruns of shows you used to talk about when you were supposed to be doing math homework.

During a commercial break, Sam looked over to you. “Uh, Y/N, there’s something… I should tell you.”

“What’s that?”

“I, uh… I kind of had a really big crush on you back in high school.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You had had a huge crush on Sam back then as well. And starting this friendship again meant those feelings had started trickling back to you.

“And I… still have those feelings.”

Your heart skipped another beat.

“So, I guess what I’m saying,” Sam said, looking down at his hands, clasped in his lap. “Is, uh… well, I was wondering if you would…”

Bruno, who was laying on the floor watching the two of you, gave a low bark as if to say ‘get on with it’.

“Shh, Bruno,” you said.

Sam chuckled slightly but made no attempt to pick up conversation. You wondered if he’d lost his courage.

So you decided to take the plunge.

You scooted over on the couch, scooting until you were right next to Sam. You carefully laid your head on his shoulder. You looped one hand around his, your fingers lacing together.

Creepypasta #799: When Was The Last Time That You Locked Your Car?

Length: Super long

When was the last time that you locked your car?

If you live in a big city, that’s a rather dumb question. Of course you lock your car. When the streets regularly run red with blood, it would be foolish to set a trap for yourself, wouldn’t it?

But not everyone lives in a big city. Not everyone even lives in a big town.

There are bound to be some people out there like myself, living in a village of less than 1200 people. Can you imagine that? Can you imagine walking through town and knowing the names of every person you come across? Growing up always looking at the same small collection of streets, the houses forever unchanging? It is a special kind of hell, one that I am very well acquainted with.

The worst part about small towns, though, is the drama. Everyone knows everyone else’s business. You can’t take a shit without someone talking about the smell. And the worst kind of shit is love affairs – they come with the added benefit of trying to find a partner who isn’t related to you some way.

I found one such a boy. Tommy Allou, who came with a set of dark brown eyes, black hair, and slender wrists. He was a foreigner, at least to us: his parents had moved from Mississippi. They could never really be a part of the town because their roots lay somewhere far away.

Not that it mattered to me.

We were together since freshman year. He was just my type; he was different than the farmer boys that drove their tractors to prom and slapped my ass as I walked down the street. He read books, actual books with no pictures, and wrote poetry. Oh, sure, it was terrible poetry, but at least he wrote SOMETHING. Most importantly, he knew about life beyond this shitstain in southern Minnesota.

I always imagined he could take me away from here.

That was, of course, before he betrayed me. Do you know who he cheated on me with? Annika Reese. ANNIKA. REESE. That rich little farmer’s brat whose daddy’s dairy farm supplied almost all the milk in the state. I always thought Tommy liked girls who could actually read, who had ambitions. Turns out, Annika’s double-d’s and gaping cunt rated higher than having a brain.

I went from love to hate overnight. It’s a thin line that divides them, of course. And dancing along the line is never any fun.

So I pushed myself towards hate. And I pushed hard.

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