i was hoping for the dos trailer too but no luck

Best Mission Ever

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Request:Could you do a smut or normal but with make out for Peter Parker where him and the reader both get stuck in the storage facility and have to pass the time just like in the movie? But instead of webbing walls and jump roping with a web, they have fun with each other ;) I love your writing btw #blessyou- anon

word count: 2469

Warnings: SMUT

Note: I decided to change a bit how they got into the trailer with the alien tech for it to make sense in the fic? but everything else is pretty much the same. ALSO THIS IS MY FIRST? (kinda) SMUT SO GO EASY ON ME ALSO I’M KINDA EMBARRASSED? but anyways hope you guys enjoy!

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Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

Peter was glad he got to go to the Academic Decathlon team, and so was Y/n, however they were for completely different reasons. Peter was really close to discovering who was robbing the alien tech and selling it back, he just needed to follow his tracker and everything would be okay.

Y/n was just happy that her boyfriend was reintegrating himself into school activities. With all his spidey action he barely had time for himself and the things he used to enjoy. Besides, a couple stolen kisses in hotel rooms wouldn’t hurt anybody, right?

They both had been studying non stop, trying to get as many practice as possible before the decathlon, until Peter claimed he needed a rest.

“I’m just getting really tired”

The girl smiled as she slid closer to Peter, playing with his hair and holding him close.

“Maybe we could go upstairs? We haven’t been alone in a while Pete.”

He knew what she meant, and there wasn’t anything he wanted more than to go upstair and kiss his girl all night, making her body shake under him, but he had to go.

He stood up before the girl got any closer, sending and apologetic smile at her.

“I know love, but I gotta go -uhh- take a shower, I’m really tired”

The girl frowned as she saw her boyfriend getting out of the room, leaving her hanging. Had he just rejected her? He only did that when he had superhero duties but-they weren’t in Queens; maybe he really was tired.

She decided to head to her room as well and give some time to the boy. She hanged with Liz until she suggested they got into the pool.

“Go tell Peter and Ned and I’ll tell Michelle and Flash”

“Be right back”

Y/n made her way to the boy’s room, but as she was turning down the corner she spotted Ned and Peter talking outside the door.

“You can’t go Peter! What if something happens to you!”

“Nothing will happen! I’ll be back before the decathlon”

“But what if you’re not? Does Y/n knows? What am I supposed to tell her?”

“Just tell her I had a migraine and falled asleep, I gotta go- see you!”

Peter went on the other direction running, as Ned watched him go, still outside their room. Now or never, she thought. She might as well confront Ned already.

“Hey Ned!”

The boy jumped in surprise as he saw her approaching, quickly closing the door behind him.

“Hey Y/n! Waddup!”

“Hey we are going all to the pool, wanna join us?”

“Sure, I’ll be down in a sec”

“Great, I’ll come inside to tell Peter”

She tried to grab to the doorknob, however Ned stopped her, getting in the way and blocking completely the entrance.

“You can’t go inside”

“Why not? He’s my boyfriend”

“Well, he’s just- uhh- sleeping”

“Well, I’ll just check on him, he said he was feeling bad earlier”

“No!- You can’t go inside”

“Why don’t you want me inside? What are you doing in there?”

“Im- uhh- watching porn”

The girl definitely stepped back as she heard his confession. Ned was a really dedicated friend or a very honest person. Either way, she didn’t need that much information

“Well, I’ll-ummm- leave you to it, we’ll be in the pool when you’re- finished”

If that wasn’t a sign that they were hiding something she didn’t knew what was. She decided to go in the same direction as Peter’s, and maybe try to spy on him. She hurried along the way until she spotted a blur of red and blue getting above the rooftop of a trailer. She took a cab and asked him to follow it, driving for almost 2 hours, until it finally made a stop.

She paid and got out of the cab, approaching the trailer Peter had just gotten into. She found the boy had left the door open, getting inside as quietly as she could.

They boy was looking around the place, looking for something, until he finally spinned around and saw her.

He took off his mask as his eyes grew wider in surprise. “Y/n! Why-What- What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same question”

The boy tried to think of a response until he heard a noise from above the top of the trailer. Shit Shit Shit! The bird dude had arrived.

“I’ll explain later okay just- hide for now”

She did as instructed and hided behind a big box,hoping she wouldn’t get discovered by whoever was getting in, but mostly worried about Peter’s safety. She waited, trying to get a peek at what was happening behind the boxes.

“I’m sorry but I’m gonna need you to give back those things” Really Peter? Way to talk during a possible fight

“Get out of my way or you’ll get hurt

“The only person getting hurt-”

The next thing she heard  was a loud noise as a couple boxes and things falled down, probably from a struggle. She couldn’t hear Peter anymore, and neither could she hear the other person. She waited a couple minutes in silence until she finally stepped out, finding some empty boxes and Peter’s body, unconscious in the floor.

She went straight to him, trying to wake him up, with no luck. He wasn’t responding to anything she did, and she was getting scared. He still had a steady pulse, so that calmed her a little bit.

After a while of waiting the trailer got moving again, trapping her and Peter inside. She didn’t even had her phone! She could not believe her luck.

She placed her boyfriends head on her lap and slowly falled asleep, while still stroking his hair.

Peter was the first one to wake up, standing up and realising what had happened, the trailer had stopped moving.He went next to his girlfriend and cupped her face, trying to get her to wake up.

“Love, wake up”

Y/n slowly opened her eyes, remembering what had happened last night.

“Peter! Are you alright?-What happened yesterday? Who was that and why- Oh my god the decathlon! What time is it?”

“Calm down Y/n, we need to find a way out of here first, then everything else okay?”

She nodded as she stood up. The moved together a couple boxes blocking the door and prepared to push it open. They tried a couple times until it finally set them free, at last from the trailer, since they were now in a big room full of other like that one.

“Where are we?”

“It’s a storage, they keep all the alien crap I told you about here”

“So, we are basically in the most guarded place on earth, how are we getting out?!”

“We should try to look for any escape? Come with me, we’ll shot at the door to see if it opens, or at least sets and alarm”

They tried to push, punch and move all the walls they could, however nothing they did helped. It was useless. They had been trying for what felt like hours, although it had probably been 20 minutes.

“Peter let’s just- stop. Someone will have to come here someday- and then we’ll get out”

“But it could be like- hours until that happens! I’m bored Y/n- I’m sorry you’re in this mess with me”

“At least we’re together, that’s all that matters”. She approached her boyfriend and stood close to him, cupping his face with her hands. “Besides, times flies by when you’re busy”

Peter looked at her in surprise as he recognized the tone in her voice. She looked kinda messy, with her wrinkled clothes and tangled hair, but she had a hungry look in her eyes that made him want her even more.

He decided to play along as he said “You’ve got any ideas to keep us busy, love?”

She leaned in once again, looking him in the eye and smirking. “I’ve got a couple”

Right after this she pushed him against the wall behind the trailer, staying hidden. She kissed him hard and sloppy as she pulled his hair, trying to get as closer to each other as they could.

Peter grabbed her neck, deepening the kiss as he slid his tongue on her mouth, making the girl moan. They continued kissing and biting, until Peter rolled over and this time he pinned the girl against the wall.

“Hands up babygirl”

Y/n held her hands up high as Peter went for her neck, barely brushing his lips against it until he reached her sweet spot. He went ahead and started licking and sucking into it, leaving marks all over the place. He grabbed her hips, keeping her still, but closer to him than before.

He continued kissing her neck and under her jaw, all the way to her collarbone, making the girl shiver at the contact, until he moved his hands under her shirt, stroking her abdomen.

Peter grabbed the shirt and pulled from the bottom, stripping her out of it, leaving her in her bra.

“Wearing my favorite pair I see uh?”

“I- uhh- I wanted to surprise you”

She blushed as she remembered how she was planning on kicking Ned out and spending the night with Peter.

“How exactly were you going to surprise me? Tell me about it”

The boy went back to her neck as she slowly unmade the clasp of her bra and threw it aside as he stroke her left nipple.

“Peter-I”

“Tell me”

The girl was enjoying the sensation too much, and was barely able to form any thoughts, let alone sentences, but she managed.

“I was going to- get up in your room and kiss you- so hard, slow- I would touch and kiss all your body- i wanted to- get on my knees and suck you off, make you feel so good Pete”

The boy kept on stroking it as he licked the other nipple, pushin his hard on against the girl, who moaned at the contact of his dick against her.

“You feel that baby? All your dirty talk got me feeling this way”

The girl wanted to put her hands down and pull Peters hair again, even remove the stupid suit getting on their ways. She looked at Peter’s eyes, asking for permission before he put her hands down himself.

“I know you want to touch darling”

She quickly made her way to the suit’s button, stripping him down and finally touching Peter’s chest, sliding her hands to the waistband of his boxers.

“Peter, please, let me make you feel good”

She got on her knees and locked at Peter once again, before he nodded and slipped the boxers off himself.

The girl grabbed his dick on her hand, getting it a little wet before slowly stroking it, like she knew Peter liked. They boy in front of him was a mess by such a little touch, whimpering as she slid the tip of his cock onto her mouth.

She tried to take as much of him as she could, and once she was full she started bobbing her head forward, sucking and licking.Peter kept making needy voices as his hips thrusted on her mouth, pulling her hair. Her hand was good on the base, tight and warm, while she came back up to his head, tonguing at his cum.

“Look at me”

She glanced back at Peter as she kept on sucking him, sending him over the edge. She swallowed as he came, letting her name out in a muffled moan.

“You did so good Y/n”

She stood up and went to kiss him, while Peter unbuttoned her shorts and got her hand in her panties.

“It’s your turn to enjoy love”

She felt her legs shaking as he pushed his thumb against her clit, rubbing little circles. She let out a series of whimpers and started moving her hips along to him, trying to get as much friction as she could.

He moved one finger up her entrance and kept on moving his hand, while his mouth was now back to her neck and breast. She let her forehead rest on his shoulders until she felt a second finger sliding in, making her bite on him.

“Peter- faster please”

They boy did as asked and moved his hand even more, this time completely sliding of her shorts and panties.

“You ready babygirl?”

Y/n nodded as she tried to sit down, before Peter stopped her.

“No- I’m going to fuck you against the wall love, and you’re gonna take every inch of it, got it?”

She catched her breath and nodded, shaking in anticipation she placed herself against the wall.Peter went for her waist and carried her, as she held onto him with her legs and her arms.

He slid the tip on her and then completely out of nowhere, making them both moan at the contact of each other together. The girl made a whimpering noise as she started moving her hips desperately.

“Needy are we?”

“Peter-It’s been so long- please”

The boy considered teasing her a bit, but he was just as desperate as her. He hold onto the wall and her ass as he thrusted into her once again, making the girl let her head back.

They found a rhythm, going faster and faster, with a thin layer of seat covering their bodies as they tried to touch and take as much of each other as they could.

Everytime he thrusted too hard her back would slam against the wall, making her boobs bounce, inviting him to taste. He went back to rubbing her clit and biting her nipples. Y/n never wanted to stop, but she was so close, Peter was taking such good care of her she could barely hold on any longer.

“Peter-i’m gonna- I can’t wait much longer”

At her words the boy quickened his pace, thrusting faster, harder and deeper, while still rubbing her. She clenched her walls against him, making them both come together with loud moaning and fast breathing.

She finally slid her legs off Peters waist, still shaking from her orgasm as they touched their foreheads together, trying to catch their breaths.

“That was-intense”

Peter laughed as they seated down, trying to calm.

“If this is what you do in your spidey action then you should take me to your missions more often”

“Believe me, the only spidey action I got today was you”

“Well, at least I made it a little less boring, right?”

“Are you kidding? Best mission ever”

This time they both laughed and hold onto each other. They still had to wait, but at least they were no longer bored.


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Owen x Reader


“Alright so you don’t want to talk about the Raptors let’s talk about (Y/N).” Hoskins declared and Owen sighed.

 

“(Y/N)’s one of my best assistants, anything that I need doing gets done and she’s quick to get everyone in line so I can get on with working on the Raptors.” Owen finished and rolled his eyes because he knew what Hoskins would say next.

 

“Hope the girls got enough energy after all that to go all night.” He chortled and Owen shot him a disapproving glance. “If I was cooped up in that trailer with her I’d lose my job with the amount of work I’d skip.”

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I Never Planned on You: Tom Holland

tom holland x reader

A/N: I’m sorry, i feel like this was really crappy :-( this isn’t part of my broadway!tom series, it just happens to be v similar 

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requested: mrsdoradominguez-barnes:

Question can you do another Tom Holland imagine where the reader is on tour with newsies and lands a role on civil war so when filming wraps up in Georgia the civil war cast go and see the reader perform on newsies and Tom falls in love with her

Words: 2000+

Warnings: does poor character development count???

summary: your relationship with Tom only comes to light when he comes to see one of your performances on Broadway

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requests are open!


It had been a long journey to the big screen, and you couldn’t quite believe how lucky you’d been to make it this far.

It was stressful at first, the juggling of auditions and performances every night. It had been months of self-taping audition cuts between matinee and evening shows as your fellow cast members watched from behind the makeshift tripod, cheering you on silently.

The call came in late May. Someone from Marvel had finally seen all of the videos you’d been sending for the past three months and asked you to fly to Georgia for two days to screen test with some of the actors the film.

Your decision was an easy one; all you had to do was send in your two-weeks-in-advance notice stating that you’d be gone for three days at the most, and then you found yourself in Atlanta, caught in a whirlwind of new people to meet and new lines to read.

That was the beginning of the end, you supposed. You used to just be the girl who ended up on Broadway, performing for nearly-full houses eight times a week, which you weren’t complaining about, but if you were being completely honest with yourself, you couldn’t imagine was the end of the line for you.

You had barely touched back down in JFK two days later when they called you again to let you know that you’d gotten the part, and can you start next week? And of course you said yes. How could you not? It was a minor role, but it was just the tip of the iceberg that was your future. In a span of a few short days, you had gone from the small town girl on a big city stage to a small town girl who’d soon grace movie screens across the globe.

The hard part was leaving your home behind. You’d lived in New York for four years; your parents had moved the family up to the city when you were fifteen and had booked your first show on Broadway. You spent most of your teen years busy with never-ending rehearsals and homeschooling in between.

When the show closed only months after its opening, you were fortunate enough to already have something else lined up, and from then on, you spent your time building quite an impressive resume. Four Broadway shows and three Off-Broadway were definitely worth noting, especially at your age.

When you were eighteen, desperate to feel a sense of independence, you went on the hunt for a new apartment and a couple of roommates. From there, you found Anna and Sam, two of the sweetest, most supportive girls you’d ever met, and you couldn’t be more grateful to have them in your life.

Six months ago, you booked the role of Katherine Plumber in Newsies, your first lead role, and it had, thus far, been the best six months of your life. You loved your co-workers, and you loved that you were able to do what you loved eight times a week.

That was why leaving was so hard. It was only two months, tops, but it would be two long months without the people you loved most in a city where you knew nobody, doing something you had never done before.

You had quite the send-off, though. Anna and Sam, along with your wonderful parents, surprised you with a party full of everyone you loved, which meant the little rooftop garden on top of your building was full of cast members, crew, close friends, and your immediate family, including your brother who’d come back from teaching in Korea just to celebrate you.

You complained at first, said it was too much for a two month endeavor, but everyone insisted that it was a momentous occasion (though you knew Sam would’ve made any excuse to use the rooftop garden for a party). The night ended with teary eyes and long, tight hugs all the way around and strict instructions from your show’s producer to come back home whenever you missed Katherine too much.

The next day, your roommates and your family accompanied you to the airport, all getting out to say goodbye and wish you luck on your new adventures.

“So. This is it then, huh kiddo?” your brother asked, smiling softly as he wrapped an arm around you.

“Guess so. I still can’t believe this is happening. I feel like my life is actually about to start,” you mused, leaning into his body.

“You know we’re so, so proud of you, don’t you, sweetie?” your mom asked with a watery smile.


“Aw, mom! You’re gonna make me start crying again,” you pouted teasingly.

“She’s right, Y/N. We can’t wait to see where this movie takes you. We’ve always knew you would go so far,” your dad smiled, reaching over to rub your shoulder.

“Thanks, guys. It’s just gonna be so weird being away from home for so long. I don’t know what I’m gonna do without you guys.”

“You’re gonna go be a star, just like we always knew you were, alright Y/N? We’re sad that you’re leaving, but it’s only two months! We’re all just a phone call away, and you know you can always come home when you need us,” Anna grinned, pulling you to her and into a hug.

“I love you guys,” you mumbled into her sweatshirt.

“We love you too, Y/N. Now get out of here or you’ll miss your flight!” Sam giggled, hugging you when Anna released you from her tight grip.

You hugged the rest of your family with one last goodbye, then turned to security, getting in line before turning back around to send one more teary wave back to your family.

When you arrived in Atlanta, you were catapulted straight into shooting and nonstop work that you barely had any time to think about how much you missed home. In the rare moments that you did, though, you found solace in your young costar, Tom Holland.

You knew he was like you, that he’d started in the show business at a much younger age than you, and therefore he’d know what it was like to have a spotlight on you at all times. He also knew how hard it was to be away from home. He was from England, much farther than Manhattan, and you had to wonder how he was able to cope with being so far away from his family for so long.

He was good at taking your mind off of the matters that plagued your thoughts, like whether or not everyone was missing you, or how your replacement was doing in Newsies so far, or if your brother was alright, all by himself in Korea. With a quick wit and a natural inclination for humor, he was your beacon of light through your stressful times.

You’d finished filming much earlier than him; his role was a bit bigger than yours- who knew Spider-Man would be such an integral part to the story!- so he had another few weeks before he was done, and then the filmed bits would be off to be put together into a coherent story.

He’d gone to see you off at the airport the morning after you’d finished filming, sending you off with a big hug and a promise to come visit before he had to go back to London.

It was three months after you’d gotten back You were twenty now, and back at Newsies, playing the role you loved and missed so much. Backstage was chaotic, as it usually was at half hour, but you sat in your cozy dressing room, the eye of the hurricane, listening to Bing Crosby croon from the speakers of your vintage turntable as you prepared for the show.

You were always one to prepare early; you firmly believed that the earlier you got in costume, the more time you’d have to get in character. You breathed deeply, your essential oil diffuser letting out puffs of lavender-scented mist as you leaned back in your chair, closing your eyes for a moment of deep relaxation, one of the last moments you’d get before your fellow cast members started flocking to your room for last minute snacks or lozenges or cups of tea before the show began.

When the show began thirty minutes later, you got lost in the magic of the show, for once not worrying about what the audience thought of you. The stage lights did a great job of blocking the house from view, anyway. It wasn’t until intermission that you learned exactly who was sitting in the front row that night.

“Hey, did you see your friend out there?” Ben, one of the younger guys, asked, taking a long pull from his water bottle.

“Huh? Which friend?” you asked, distracted. You were trying to get the pin right on your skirt so it would hold the bottom up during your upcoming tap number.

“Oh yeah, that guy! The one you were filming with when you left us earlier this year,” Sky explained, stretching his leg out above his head.

“What? Who is it?” you asked, interest piqued. It could’ve been any number of  people; even though Tom was the one you tended to gravitate towards during the shoot, you’d made friends with most of the people in the cast.

“I dunno, I just know that I saw him in the trailer for the movie,” Ben shrugged, setting his water back down on your coffee table. “Anyway, they’re about to call places, so let’s go.”

You grinned triumphantly at the fixed pin, but your mind ran with ideas of who could be in the audience. You were hoping it was Tom. He had promised he’d come see the show, after all.

You made it through the rest of the show with hardly any bumps, putting a little more pep in your step now that you knew there was someone special to impress in the audience. And if imagining Tom was the one sitting in the front row impacted your performance at all, nobody had to know. .

You were back in your dressing room letting your hair out of its pin curls when you heard a quick rap on your door.

“Come in!” you called through the bobby pins in your mouth.

“Hey there, love,” a sweet, English accent spoke from over your shoulder. You whipped around, forgetting all about your hair that was half curling wildly, and half still contained under a dozen more bobby pins.

“I was told someone I knew was here. If only you’d told me, I would’ve tapped a little harder for you,” you grinned, standing to give Tom a hug.

“You were fantastic, Y/N. Honestly. I  had no idea you could dance like that. And your voice! My God, woman! Where were you hiding that all this time?” he laughed, pulling you off the ground to spin you around.

“Thank you, Tom. Seriously, I really appreciate you coming to see the show.” Your grin hadn’t slipped off of your face for even a second as he held you in his arms.

“I told you I would, didn’t I?” he asked, squeezing you tightly.

“Yeah, I just thought you meant that as a courtesy, not that you’d actually fly to New York to come see me!” you exclaimed.

“Hey, who said I was here for you? Maybe I’m here to see your pal Ben chomp on a cigar for two and a half hours straight,” he joked, eyes shining.

“Mhm, you know you love me, Tom,” you smirked, punching his arm lightly.

“Yeah,” he whispered, brown eyes boring into yours.

“What?” you asked, grin faltering.

“I love you, Y/N,” he repeated, bringing a hand up to cup your face. “Seriously, somewhere between our deep midnight talks and stupid pranks, I completely fell in love with you and I didn’t realize it until you left. I knew I had to come see you somehow and tell you how I feel, but they kept me in Atlanta longer than anticipated. As soon as I was finished, I booked the first flight here.”

You smiled, reaching up to grip the the hand on your cheek with your own. You sighed, leaning into Tom’s body heat.

“You know, you have know idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that, Holland,” you smiled, then leaned up to capture his lips with your own.


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je-ne-suis-pas-mignon  asked:

With Lance comforting Keith in the trailer and the writers confirming that he takes care of his nephews and neices I hope that the fandom stops calling Lance a jackass, obnoxious, fuckboy or an asshole in their fics. He might be loud and flirtatious, bordering on annoying occasionally, but I never saw him as any of the above. I see those exact words used for lance time and time again in parts of the fandom, tho. I hope season 3 changes that. Lance seems to be the most polarizing of the cast.

I mean, in general, I’ve always found it very peculiar that people accuse Lance specifically of not respecting women.

What Lance does, is flirt with people. His chosen method of flirting with the exception of one lewd-sounding joke Shiro immediately called him on (which he never did again) is pretty much “hey. you’re pretty. do you know I’m also pretty. I think this is very interesting.”

And Allura rolls her eyes. It’s up to you if you think she’s genuinely uncomfortable, but, considering Allura made it very clear in her first canon appearance, and has made good on ever since that she is pretty dang clear about what she decides isn’t okay- I feel like a really uncomfortable Allura would do a lot more than roll her eyes. It feels like a kind of lighthearted interpersonal teasing at this point- Lance jokingly asks Allura for a kiss for luck, Coran makes Lance kiss Platt, our next shot of Lance is him, disappointed but already having withdrawn without obvious compliant and gone back to his Lion.

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“Happy Birthday, Mish.”

His phone has been ringing all morning, or blowing up with texts, or pinging with Twitter notifications; and he ignores them all, because every time his birthday rolls around—what he really likes to do is wake up slowly and spend the coming hours just talking with his children.

West’s imagination is unparalleled, and the things Maison will say can make him laugh—or make him cry in a matter of moments. It’s his favorite thing in the world, so even though he appreciates all the well wishes, he’ll ignore them for now, because his family is waiting for him, and he already makes them wait enough throughout the year.

But then his phone vibrates.

He couldn’t decide on which ringtone to use, and no song seemed to be good enough, and eventually—Misha felt silly trying so hard to pick just the right tune for every time Jensen called, so he finally settled on setting everything to “vibrate” which in the end, seemed the most fitting of all.

When he and Jensen talk, it tends to be quiet, hushed, tamed in comparison to the world around them. It’s always more feeling than sound—so now, whenever Misha sees is phone buzzing over and over, he knows it can only be one person, and that person always warrants an answer.

“Hello?”

“Hey! There he is! Happy birthday, man!”

Misha smiles deeply before settling down on the couch. “Thank you, Jensen.”

“What ya up to? Any big plans?”

Misha is shaking his head while looking down at his knee—absent mindedly rubbing his hand over it. “Nah—just having dinner with the family, and then maybe play some board games or something.”

“That sounds nice” Jensen says sincerely, and—with a little envy too.

They have often talked about how those calm family moments are their favorites, where everything can just be simple and normal without the hustle and bustle of cameras and fans. Jensen doesn’t get as many of those times as Misha does, and he knows it breaks the man’s heart.

“How’s work?” Misha asks, changing the subject so Jensen doesn’t start to get sad.

“Oh—same ol’, same ol’. Bob’s got a bug up his ass because it’s supposed to rain soon, so they’re switching around the schedule to try and accommodate.”

Misha groans with empathy before shutting his eyes, feeling really sorry for Jensen. Nothing makes Bob angrier than changing the days for shooting; and he’ll be an absolute chore to deal with now, so Jensen and Jared will have to try and behave themselves … which is a feat in and of itself. “Good luck with that one.”

Jensen snorts but doesn’t say anything in response.

“So …” Misha begins after another beat, really wishing he could read Jensen’s face. Silence is much easier on him when those green eyes are visible. “What are you doing now?”

Jensen inhales deeply, grumbling a little at the end, and Misha can already tell that he’s lying down—just by the sound. “I’m in my trailer, waiting for them to call me to set. It should be any minute now.”

Aw, and you decided to call me while you waited? How sweet” Misha teases.

“I always call you on your birthday. You know that” and the man is so serious, it makes Misha warm up inside. He’s always caught off guard when Jensen is genuinely affectionate towards him … even after all these years.

“Yeah—I know. I was just messing around.”

“Oh—hold on” Jensen mumbles, and then he hears his friend calling out to the distance, saying something like “I’ll be right out” but Misha can’t tell for certain. “That’s my cue” his friend starts back, directly into the receiver.
“Okay, well—thank you again for the call. I really appreciate it.”

Jensen smiles—Misha can feel it against his ear. “Of course, man.”

After that, Misha is opening his mouth to say “goodbye” and to tell Jensen that he’ll talk to him when he gets to Vancouver in a couple of days, but the other man is cutting in before he gets the chance.

“So, I’ll call you again tonight … like, before you go to bed?”

Misha chuckles awkwardly to himself, blushing and unsure of what to say—and also, unsure why this call has been getting him so flustered in the first place. “Yeah, sure, that’s fine with me – but, won’t you be tired from filming?”

A long pause makes his cheeks burn even brighter. “Yeah, but—that’s not the point…” Jensen whispers, as if he’s blushing now too, “we always talk on the night of your birthday.”

His mouth opens slightly, and then closes again, because he’s suddenly trying to remember if that’s true or not. “We do?” he finally asks.

And Jensen’s voice sounds more strained than ever when it tumbles back across the line. “Well … yeah. I always call you … and … then, ya know. We talk … until one of us falls asleep.” His words taper at the end until they’re almost silent.

It makes Misha grin ear to ear. “Oh” he mutters happily, having it all rush back to him now. They have done that, quite a few times actually—and not just on his birthday; but he does recall that his birthday has brought it about more consistently than any other day in recent memory.

“I …” and now Jensen sounds really embarrassed, “I sorta thought it was our thing … like, a tradition.”

“Oh … well, I …”

“But if you can’t, or just want to sleep or whatever, that’s cool. I’m not gonna keep you up if you don’t wanna talk—it’s fine. I just—.”

Jensen” Misha blurts, rolling his eyes up to stare at the ceiling. “I would love to talk to you tonight—until I fall asleep. That sounds … well, it sounds like the perfect way to end my birthday.”

A light chuckle is followed by a sigh of relief, and once again, Misha really wishes he could see the man’s face. “Okay—cool. Well, I need to get to set, but … I’ll call you tonight, okay?”

Misha grins, already eager for when he gets to listen to that deep, rugged voice again. “Okay.”

“Happy birthday, Mish” Jensen says one last time.

“Thank you, Jensen … I miss you.”

A quiet second passes before that obvious smile seeps back through the phone. “Not as much as I miss you … old man.”

Jensen’s following laugh is booming, and the intoxicating joy vibrates throughout Misha’s whole body—all the way around until it leaves his heart buzzing, electrified, beating double time and brilliant. “Not too old for you, I hope” he finally says, just before Jensen gears up to say goodbye.

The other man quiets, and Misha can all but see him shaking his head. “Never too old for me, Mish. Not in a million years.”

[PART TWO]

A day on set

KJ Apa x reader

Summary; You’re a fan touring the set of Riverdale and meet KJ in an unexpected, sticky way, leading to unexpected, sticky things

Warnings; smut, a little cursing

A/N; Enjoyyyyy!


You were afraid that your neck might snap as you kept turning your head wildly around, seeing glimpses of different cast members and the familiar set of your favorite show.

You were beyond excited to be actually seeing and experiencing the ‘town’ of Riverdale. You had entered a contest to win a day of touring the set with Madelaine Petsch and when you got an email saying that you won, you couldn’t believe it. So here you were on a sunny saturday morning, walking around the set with a person from the crew, guiding you to Madelaine’s trailer.

You almost squeaked when the door opened the reveal the beautiful redheaded girl with a big smile on her face.

“Hi! You must be Y/N?”, she said as she descended the few stairs.

“Yeah, I’m so happy to meet you!”, you beamed, extending your arm to shake hands with her.

“And I’m so happy to meet you and I’m so excited for today!”, she said as she ignored your hand and went for a hug. You didn’t expect it but instantly hugged her back.

“So I thought we’d start the day with the tour of the set and then see what we come up with, that sound good to you?”, she asked.

“Hell yes!”, you laughed.


You walked around set for a few hours and talked about everything and it felt like you were actually friends, and now you had arrived at the famous Pop’s diner.

“That’s all of it and this is the last place. Would you like to get a milkshake inside?”, Madelaine asked with a smile.

“They really do milkshakes there?”, you questioned as you looked at the diner in awe.

“Not really, we have them ready in there so we could go get ones now”, she explained.

“I’d love to!”, you beamed and started to walk in.


You got your milkshake and looked around the ‘fake’ diner and couldn’t believe you were actually standing in it. Madelaine suggested that you could go sit down.

“Actually, would it be okay if I went out for a second to get a picture?”, you asked, sipping your milkshake.

“Yeah, of course, I’ll wait here so come back when you’re ready but I might photobomb your photo”, she laughed and went to sit by the window.

You laughed as well and went for the door.


Standing outside the diner, you tried to balance the large glass of milkshake pressed against your chest by holding it between your boobs and arm as you tried to use both hands to take the photo. You placed your phone sideways to get the whole building in the picture. It was a perfect angle but the high neon sign didn’t fit in it so you started to back up to get the most important part into the pic. As you had taken a few steps back and it was almost time to press the capture button, you took one more step and bumped into someone, making you almost drop your phone and the glass full of the sweet, sticky liquid slipped from you hold and made it splash all over your chest, making its way inside your top, dripping between your boobs and down to your stomach. You let out a small scream at the coldness of the milkshake and then turned to yell at the person who had caused this disaster.

“That’s fucking awesome, look what you made me do, you asshol…”, you growled, your anger getting the best of you but completely froze when you saw who the person was. Of course this was just your luck. It’s was KJ fucking Apa and you had just called him an asshole, well almost but still. The boy with the ginger hair was staring at you with wide eyes but a hint of a smile on his lips.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you!”, he apologized and turned around to grab some tissues from a near by table.

“I, uh, I didn’t mean to, um”, you stuttered but froze again when you felt his hands over your boobs, dabbing away most of the melting drink.

“At least buy me dinner first”, you joked and now it was his time to freeze as he hadn’t probably realized that he was almost groping your boobs.

“Shit, sorry”, he awkwardly said and handed you the paper to wipe it yourself.

“I should be the one apologizing, I kinda called you an asshole”, you laughed.

“That’s true but it’s okay, uh, are you new? I don’t think I’ve seen you around?”, he asked you, switching subjects in a second and you blushed a little about his interest towards you.

“Actually, I won the contest to tour the set with Madelaine and she’s in the diner waiting for me”, you explained as you tried to dab away the milkshake but it had already turned into a thick, sticky layer over your skin.

“Ah okay, so you’re a fan?”, he asked with a small smirk.

“Guilty”, you chuckled, trying to hide your blush.

“Well, I probably didn’t give you the best first impression so would you be okay with me joining you?”, KJ asked with a smile.

“I guess that’s okay”, you playfully told him, trying to keep your cool and not show the excitement that’s was bubbling inside you.


As you walked back into Pop’s with KJ, Madelaine audibly gasped as she saw your mess of a shirt.

“Oh my god, Y/N what happened?”, she asked as she stood up.

“Well, KJ here, decided to make me a little wet”, you laughed as you looked down at your ruined shirt but your head snapped back up as soon as you realized what you just said and you saw Madelaine burst into laughter. You didn’t wanna see KJ’s face but heard him trying to suppress his laugh and you felt your cheeks getting hot.

“Well what can I say, I do that to girls”, he said and started to laugh as he couldn’t hold it in anymore and you did the same. As he laughed, he scratched his stomach under his white shirt and you saw a glimpse of his abs and you almost drooled. Now your cheeks were burning.

You all laughed for a moment when you heard the door open behind you and then saw a member of the crew.

“Madelaine, you’re needed on set”, he said.

“But I thought I didn’t have a scene before 8pm and I’m supposed to be her guide”, she told the guy.

“I got it Mads, I don’t have anything for a few hours so I’ll stay with her and I think I own it to her too”, KJ smiled.

“Is it okay with you Y/N?”, Madelaine asked.

“Yes, of course, you gotta work and I’m not gonna get in the way of that”, you answered her with a smile.

“Okay, great, I hope you’re still here when I’m ready but if not, it was a pleasure to meet you”, she hugged you, not caring about your sticky shirt.

As she left with a wave, you sat down with KJ after he got you a new milkshake.

“I never got your name?”, he asked.

“Y/N”, you told him.

“Nice to meet you Y/N. Do you happen to like dogs?”, he questioned and you furrowed your brows as you felt a little confused about his question.

“Uhh, yeah, why?”, you asked.

“I just thought I’d ask because I see your into this collar wearing thing too”, he said, referring to the black choker around your neck.

“It’s not a collar, it’s a black belt at giving blowjobs”, you simply said as you sipped your milkshake but almost choked when you realized what you had just let out of your mouth. Today was going well for you…

You looked at KJ face with a little horror, waiting for him to look at you like you were crazy but he just smirked. And that’s when you felt a shiver. This boy was more gorgeous than you had thought and it was now that you actually realized the fact that you were sitting with KJ Apa at the Riverdale set, and on top of that, he had touched your boobs. Another shiver went through you as dirty thoughts about the ginger boy started to flow through your mind.

“I didn’t mean to say that”, you finally got some words out after clearing your mind.

“That’s alright. If you’re finished with the milkshake and don’t want me spill it on you again, we could go into my trailer so you could take a shower and I’ll give you a clean shirt”, he said.

“I think I’ve had enough sticky substances on me today so let’s go”, you said and wanted to facepalm so hard as you clearly weren’t controlling your mouth today. KJ only laughed at this as you started to follow him.


The walk to his trailer wasn’t long and you mostly kept behind him as you felt a little embarrassed about your words. He opened the door and went in and you came behind him and closed the door. You looked around the trailer and saw that on the right was a living room area and on the left, a bedroom with a door, probably leading to the bathroom.

“So the shower’s there and you can undress in my bedroom and I’ll get you that shirt”, KJ smiled as he pointed towards his bedroom.

“Okay, thanks”, you said and went to the room and closed the door. You had to take a moment before taking your clothes off and you hoped that KJ didn’t think that you were an idiot due to all the things you had said today. After a while, you took off your shirt and were about to remove your bra when the door opened and KJ stood there with a towel in his hands.

“Oh fuck, sorry, I should’ve knocked, uh, here’s a towel”, he said but didn’t look away from your half naked body.

“At this rate, you’re gonna own me a dinner and a movie”, you laughed, trying to hide your blush from him.

“It’s a date”, KJ said quickly as he threw you the towel and left the room after closing the door.

You weren’t sure if he knew what he had just said but you tried to ignore it as you took off the rest of your clothes and went in the shower. It didn’t take more than a few minutes for you to finish and you dryed yourself, wrapped the towel around you and stepped back into the bedroom. Looking around for the shirt that KJ had promised, you didn’t see anywhere.

“Uh, KJ? Where’d you put the shirt?”, you yelled.

“Can I come in?”, he asked from behind the door.

“Yeah”, you simply said and made sure the towel was wrapped tightly around you body.

“Here, I forgot to bring it, I got caught up with reading the script”, he said and handed you a black t-shirt.

“No problem, thanks”, you said and waited for him to leave, but he didn’t.

“Can I ask you something?”, he said after a moment and you nodded.

“Did you mean what you said about your necklace thing?”, he asked and shifted uncomfortably, which made you smirk as you knew what was going on. You weren’t one to sleep around but knowing that you had made your favorite actor horny, you couldn’t resist to tease him a little.

“I did. Do you want me to prove it to you?”, you asked with a seductive voice and a smirk on your face.

You waited for his answer with anticipation but it never came. Instead, you felt him grab your hips and place his lips against yours. You didn’t know if you had zoned out for a second or if he was inhumanly fast but you had completely missed the moment when he had approached you from the door and was now running his hands all over you as you kissed him back.

You felt the hunger in his kisses and his right hand slipped under your towel to brush his fingers over your wet slit. You bucked you hips against him as his fingers weren’t enough to give you the satisfaction you needed. He noticed your urgency and in a second, he had ripped your towel off and pushed you down onto his bed.

“Your body is amazing, Y/N”, he told you as he lowered himself between your legs. You didn’t say anything as you were still trying believe that this was actually happening.

You lifted your legs on his shoulders as he placed his head right over your pussy and you could feel his breathing. He licked a long stripe from your entrance to your clit before parting your lips with two fingers. You moaned from the touch and it was a signal for him to continue as he started to flick and suck your clit. You gripped onto his hair and it made him look you into your eyes and seeing KJ Apa between your legs was something you never thought would happen. You were used to not cumming in sex but the eye contact was enough for you to get the release you wanted as you moaned loudly.

After your amazing orgasm, you tried to gather yourself as you knew the situation wasn’t over and KJ’s belt jiggling confirmed it. You saw him take his pants off and pulling his white shirt off. Your mouth dropped a little when you saw his ripped abs fully. He noticed your reaction and smirked, removing his underwear while looking you into your eyes, or he was, you couldn’t as you stared at his length with wide eyes.

“You ready for this?”, he questioned with a smirk as he stroked himself a few times and then climbed on the bed next to you.

“Do you even need to ask that?”, you smirked back and rolled on top of him to kiss him.

“I need you”, he whispered between kisses and you didn’t waste any time placing his cock against your entrance but didn’t put it in. You wanted to tease him.

“Beg for it”, you said and silently wondered where your dominant side was coming from as you usually liked to be the submissive.

“I don’t beg, baby girl”, he said in a low voice.

“Then you’re not gonna feel my tight pussy squeezing your big cock”, you teased and saw his eyes go wide.

“Fuck it. Please, sit on my cock, I want you to ride me, baby, please, don’t tease”, he pleaded and it made you smirk in satisfaction and you lowered yourself on him.

“Fuck”, you both moaned at the same time.

You placed your hands against his chest for support and started to move up and down. You watched KJ close his eyes in pleasure as he started to pant and gripped your hips. You started at a slow pace but speeded it up as you needed more. You kept doing the movement for a good five minutes or so before KJ pushed you off of him and stood up. You didn’t hesitate to get on all fours in front of him at the beds edge and wiggled your ass at his crotch. He only smirked at your eagerness and slammed right into you. You lowered your chest on the bed and kept your ass up, resulting him to give you a slap on it. He started to fuck you with incredible speed and you knew when his pounding started to get a little sloppy after a while, that he was close to cumming.

“I’m gonna cum!”, he yelled, confirming your thoughts. You didn’t think that he would suddenly pull out but when he did, he forced you onto your knees to the floor and shoved his cock into your mouth.

“Make me cum with your mouth”, he demanded and you obeyed and started to work. You took him into your mouth as deep as you could and the part that couldn’t fit, you gripped with your hand. You needed to prove him that your words were true about being a 'black belt’ at blowjobs. You deepthroated him until your eyes were teary and then he took a fistful of your hair and released himself inside your throat, making you instantly swallow it but when he pulled out, he was still cumming a little and it dropped down onto your chest.

“Guess you didn’t have enough sticky substances on you today”, KJ smirked at you. You only laughed at this and climbed back on the bed to lay down. He did the same and cuddled you.

“I gotta ask, did you mean what you said about the date?”, you blurted out as it had been bothering you and you needed to know.

“I did, I just didn’t mean to ask it like that”, he said, sounding a little embarrassed.

“Doesn’t matter, my answer is yes anyway”, you smiled and shared a kiss with him.

Who Cares You’re A Serpent?

Word Count:2780

A/N: This one was requested multiple times, a serpent!Jughead x reader with a touch of upset betty,  and i hope i did you guys justice, and this is what you wanted! enjoy! much love!

Originally posted by dailycwriverdale

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    Y/N slowly opened her eyes, the vibrating noise from the table waking her up. She looked around and found herself on her couch, the TV blasting Family Guy throughout the small apartment. She must have fallen asleep after the jubilee, it was a tiring night and she didn’t exactly have all that great of a time. Too much seeing Jughead, the boy she had been helplessly in love with for months, being all couple-y and cute with Betty.

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    She looked over to the coffee table in front of her and her phones screen was lit up, showing that she had an oncoming call from Betty. She picked up the phone and swiped to answer it. “Hey B, what’s up?”

    “Where have you been? I’ve been trying to get ahold of you for about a half hour now!” she yelled, and Y/N started to feel worry set it, Betty sounded panicked.

    “I fell asleep on my couch, I’m sorry.” Y/N stuttered.

    “I thought you got shot too!” Betty yelled, and panic shot through Y/N. She stood from her couch and started running for her shoes.

    “Who got shot? What the hell is going on?” she yelled, anxiety coursing through her voice and body.

    “A lots going on, Fred got shot in Pops just about a half hour ago, he was in critical condition when the ambulance picked him up, and Archie is a mess. Not only that, but Cheryls house caught on fire, and Jughead joined the Southside Serpents.” Bettys voice rang through Y/Ns ears.

   “Oh my god. What the hell is happening to this fucking town!” Y/N yelled, running out of her house, her dress flying around in the windy night. She started to walk towards Jugheads trailer, thankfully it wasn’t too far from her shitty apartment.

    “Can you talk to Jughead, tell him that this whole Serpent thing isn’t a good idea, he won’t listen to me for whatever reason, but maybe he’ll listen to you.” Betty pleaded, and Y/N rolled her eyes although no one was there to see it.

    “You’re his girlfriend and he didn’t listen to you, what makes you think he’ll listen to me?” Y/N argued, and Betty sighed on the other end of the phone.

    “You’re his best friend. He always listens to you, doesn’t matter what it’s about, you’re the only person whose advice he takes to heart. I wish he’d listen to me, but I guess I’m just not as important.” Betty said sadly, and Y/N felt her heart drop a little. Betty was her best girl-friend, she hated that she felt that way.

    “Betty, you’re far more important to him than me, that’s why he chose you. But, I’ll give it a shot. Why does it matter that he became a serpent anyways, it’s expected. His dad was one, so it’s not that big of a surprise he is.” Y/N said, turning a corner and looking both ways before she crossed the street.

    “Because Jughead is better than that, anyways, there is no way I could be with a serpent, no matter who it was. Look, I love Jughead, but if he stays, I’m gone. I can’t deal with that.”Betty said, and Y/N could tell it hurt her to say.

    “I don’t know Betty, maybe you’re over-reacting. It’s probably just a phase, or something he’s doing to get deeper into the case. I don’t think we’ve uncovered all the facts about Jasons murder, why else would all this shit still being going down?” Y/N said, trying to talk Betty out of breaking up with Jughead. It would crush him, and ultimately it would crush Y/N to see him so upset. Although, it would give her a chance to swoop in and help him, but did she really want to be that girl? The one who breaks up couples to get the guy she wants? No she couldn’t do it, she cared for the two of them too much.

    “I don’t think we have all the facts either, but it doesn’t matter. Jughead and I cannot be together if he’s a serpent, that’s final.” Betty said, and Y/N sighed.

    “I’ll do my best to talk to him then. I don’t want to see you guys hurt.” Y/N said, a tinge of pain ringing through her. She walked into the trailer park and spotted Jugheads place. “I’m going to let you go though, I’m here.” She said, and she heard Betty sniffle on the other side.

    “Okay, good luck.” Betty said, hanging up the phone.

    “Yeah,” Y/N mumbled to herself, walking up the steps and knocking on the door. She backed up slightly so she didn’t get hit with the door, but she was surprised when she heard a dog bark from inside. The door swung open and a dog ran out, jumping up on her and barking.

   “Hotdog, get off her!” a voice she didn’t recognize called, and she looked up to see a long-haired man staring down at her.

    “It’s okay, he’s not hurting me. He’s very cute, is he yours?” Y/N asked, trying to be as polite as she could to the stranger.

    “Actually, I think he’s Jugheads now.” The man said, and Y/N nodded, leaning down to pet the dog. “Speaking of Jughead, I’m assuming you’re here to see him?”

    “Yeah, I am, is he inside?” Y/N asked, and the man nodded. She looked at the man and noticed the jacket he was wearing. ‘serpent.’ She thought to herself. “I’m Y/N by the way, I like your jacket.” She commented, and the man smiled.

   “Oh yeah, you’re not scared?” he teasingly asked, and Y/N laughed.

    “Y/N wouldn’t be scared of serpents, she actually admires you guys. Always has, that’s why she got along with my dad so well.” Jugheads voice rang behind the man, and Y/N smiled.

   “Is that so?” the man asked, looking down at the (Y/H/C) girl. She stood taller and smirked, trying to look as confident as possible.

    “I’m not scared of anything.” Y/N said, sliding by the man and into the trailer and making her way to Jughead.

    “Well except for clowns and spiders.” Jughead said, and she nodded, causing laughter from a few men who were also in the trailer.

    “So if we got attacked by a spider dressed as a clown-“ one man started.

    “Or a clown dressed as a spider-“ another added.

    “You’d be terrified?” the long-haired man finished their sentence. Y/N and Jughead laughed.

   “I’d be dead, I would have an actual heart-attack.” She teased, and the men laughed again. “Don’t tell anyone I said that though, I don’t need people knowing my weaknesses.”

    “Your secret is safe with us.” The long-haired man said, and Y/N plopped herself down on a couch, nodding her head in approval.

    “Good.” She said, looking around the room.

    “What brings you here, tonight?” Jughead asked, sitting beside her. Hotdog walked over, laying in front of Jugheads feet, and he leaned over to pet him.

    “Betty is worried and our town is still as hellish as ever. The police really suck ass at their jobs, I’m just about to go in and take over.” Y/N sighed, and the men laughed again. “What, you don’t think I can fix Riverdale?” she asked, and the long-haired man held his hands up.

    “I didn’t say that.” He replied defensively, and she smiled.

    “Good, because I totally could. We just need people to rally up the citizens of Riverdale, something that could motivate them to do more for this town, make it better than it was before all of this Jason bullshit went down. I just need to cause enough trouble to get the police off their ass, or enough trouble to fix the problems of the town. I haven’t decided which yet, but I know I could do it.” Y/N said, smiling to all the men in the room. Jughead laughed, and she looked at him. “Of course, I would have to do it with my partner in crime, Mr. Jones here.” Jughead smiled and the men chuckled.

   “Do you two get into a lot of trouble together?” one of the men asked, and Jughead nodded.

    “Enough to cause Betty to worry about me.” He said, and the men all raised their eyebrows at the two teenagers.

    “I see.” The long-haired man said, and Y/N rolled her eyes.

    “Not that kind of trouble, oh my god. I swear you guys are 16-year-old-boys.” She teased, and the men in the room laughed again.

    “I’m going to take that as a compliment.” The long-haired man said, and Jughead teasingly elbowed her.

    “And I’m going to take offense, seeing that I am a 16-year-old-boy.” He said, and Y/N gave him an evil smile.

    “Good, take offense.” She said, and he rolled his eyes and slumped back into the couch. “Anyways, Betty was always mad because we found ourselves in compromising and dangerous situations when it came to the whole Jason Blossom murder case. We went all in, emerging ourselves in whatever danger Jason might have put himself in that way we could get to the bottom of the case.” The men all nodded.

    “Of course she was suspicious that we were sleeping together, or that I was cheating on her with all the time we spent together, it took awhile for her to accept the fact that we are just best friends.” Jughead said.

    “Which doesn’t make any sense to me because she knew we were before you guys even got together. We became friends immediately after I moved here last year.” Y/N added, and Jughead nodded. “She actually sent me over here to talk you out of being a serpent, but I could care less. I was just planning on telling her you wouldn’t listen to me and to just let you live your life, but then she started talking about breaking up with you because of it and then I didn’t know what I was going to do.” Y/N admitted, and the men in the room all fell very silent.

    “She was going to break up with me because of it?” Jughead asked, hints of anger present in his voice. Y/N nodded, and he huffed out in frustration. “Why can’t she be accepting like you? And I thought dating Betty was going to be less complicated than dating you, but obviously I made the wrong decision.” Jughead said, and Y/N froze in her seat.

    “Oh shit.” The long-haired man said, and the men all nodded in agreement. This was definitely an ‘oh shit’ moment.

     “What?” Y/N asked, looking at the raven-haired boy who hadn’t caught his slip up. Jughead looked around the room and noticed all the eager faces looking at him, and it was then he caught his mistake after thinking over what just came out of his mouth.

    “Yeah, dating Betty has been super complicated lately, she and I are complete opposites, not that you and I are any better, but at least we have a lot more in common than her and I.” he said, trying to explain it in a way that wouldn’t give away his feelings, but it only made it worse.

    “So what you’re saying is that you’d rather date Y/N here…?” the long-haired man said, and Jughead stuttered, wracking his brain for the right words to say. Maybe he should just come out and say what was really on his mind, but he was worried.

    “You know what, Y/N. Just let her break up with me, the fact that she can’t over look this one decision I made in my life and love me enough to accept me shows that maybe we just aren’t meant to be together.” Jughead said, standing up and walking towards the front door. He picked up his jacket off the side of a chair on the way and put it on, the snake on the back fully visible to everyone behind him.

    ‘damn, he looks good in that jacket, I have to admit it.’ She thought to herself, but then the door slammed and it broke her out of her thoughts. She looked around at the group of men around her, and they all stared at her.

    “Well, go after him then. Get that boy and never let him go.” The long-haired man said, and she chuckled.

    “Why do I get the feeling you guys are fans of chick-flicks?” she teased, and they all laughed as well.

    “What, just because we’re in a gang doesn’t mean we don’t have feelings. This is young love, its cute.” One of the men said, and Y/N rolled her eyes and smiled. It was nice to see such strong and scary guys have actual loving feelings you wouldn’t expect them to have.

    “Well, you’re wasting time. Go on.” The long-haired one said, and Y/N nodded, making her way out of the trailer. She wandered around and found Jughead by the entrance sign, and she slowly approached him.

    “You alright?” she asked, and Jughead turned around, giving her a tight smile.

    “Not really, but whatever.” He said, and Y/N sighed. “I thought she would accept me, she told me tonight she loved me, and i-I told her the same thing. I’m starting to realize now that maybe neither of us meant it, we were just caught in the moment.” Jughead ran his hand through his hair, and it was then she noticed he was beanie free. She smiled apologetically at him and walked the rest of the way to him, embracing him. Jughead held onto her tight, and she enjoyed the moment, closing her eyes, trying to remember every detail of that second so she could cherish it forever. Little did she know, Jughead was doing the same thing. She pulled away from him, and looked up at the blue-eyed boy, and she shivered slightly at the loss of his body heat. It was cold out and she was in a dress, she was freezing.

    “You must be so cold.” Jughead said worriedly, taking off his jacket and handing it to the girl.

    “I’m fine-“ she tried to refuse, but he rolled his eyes.

    “Take it.” He said, and she took it from him, slipping the leather jacket on herself. It was big on her because Jughead was much taller than she was, and he laughed at the sight of her in it.

    “What?” she said, trying to hide her blush.

    “You would just look cute as a serpent.” He said, and she couldn’t hide her blush now.

    “Whatever.” She said, pulling the jacket tighter around herself. The cold was bitter, the winter was settling in hard.

    “I’m sorry for calling you cute, damn.” Jughead said, pretending to be offended, and she rolled her eyes and laughed.

    “Don’t be so sensitive, I-“ she cut herself off, she didn’t know if she should do what she was about to, although she really wanted to.

    “You what?” he said quietly, and she thought to herself that he probably already knew what she was thinking. She stayed silent though, thinking about what she was going to do. “I like you, you know. I have for a long time.” Jughead said, and Y/N stared up at him.

    “But Betty-“

    “Betty is nice, I like her, but not as much as I like you. I just figured that if I went for you, our friendship would be ruined and it would just complicate everything. I see now that I was wrong. I think we are meant to be together, and I really mean that.” Y/N smiled softly, and so did Jughead. They stood there for awhile, just looking at eachother and not really saying anything, and Y/N figured that must have been kind of weird.

    “We should probably go inside.” She said awkwardly, breaking their silence. Jughead looked towards the trailer and nodded.

    “Probably.” He said. “But first-“ Jughead grabbed onto Y/Ns wrist and crashed his lips with hers, and she smiled and melted into it.

    “Okay, that was unexpected.” Y/N said, and Jughead laughed. “It wasn’t bad!” she quickly exclaimed, trying to fix her mistake in words. “I just- I- I liked it. I like you.” She said, and jughead nodded, taking her hand and they walked to the trailer in silence. He opened the door and the two of them entered, and all the men looked at Y/N and cheered. She looked down and realized she still had his jacket on and she blushed, looking down and burying her head into his chest. Betty and Jughead were both going to be hurt, but she could help them both, and she knew in the end she could help them heal.

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The Girl on Set – Cody Christian Imagine

Requested by Anon: May you do a Cody imagine where you are a fan of tw and you win the contest to visit the set in the final season and you’re so happy because you’re gonna met the cast but mostly exited because you’re gonna meet Cody cause Theo is your favorite character, And when you meet him gets an interest on you and take advantage of every break or every moment to go to talk to you and sprayberry can see you caught him so deep and tell him to ask you out or something?? 

Word Count: 2,430

Warnings: None

Pairing: Cody Chrisitan x Reader

Other Characters in this imagine: Holland Roden, Tyler Posey, and Dylan Sprayberry

Author’s Note: I’m not sure if this is the ending you wanted, but I still gave you the same concept you asked for. I hope you like it and feedback is greatly appreciated :)

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Originally posted by bysamoylova

“Who is that?” Cody asked as he approached Holland and Dylan Sprayberry sitting on their chairs.

Holland looked up and noticed Cody nodded towards the girl by the craft table with Tyler Posey, who were talking and laughing as they put food on their plates. Holland looked back at Cody with a smile, “that’s Y/N. She’s the one who won the contest to visit the set.”

“We met her earlier in the make-up trailer. She’s really nice,” Sprayberry said after looking up from his phone.

Cody looked back and couldn’t help but admire the girl. Her hair was down with long waves that reached just above her butt. She had dark skinny jeans, which showed off her hips and great butt. She wore a black tank top underneath a red plaid shirt, with a pair of matching red Converse. She was too far to notice the small details on her face like her make-up or if she had freckles. However, he knew one thing for sure, she was beautiful. 

“Do you need a bucket?” Sprayberry’s question snapped Cody out of his trance. He gave him a puzzled look, wondering why he would ask such a thing. As if reading his mind, Sprayberry answered, “for all the drooling.”

Holland giggled. “Someone has a crush.”

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After Ice

Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

A/N: I was really bitter that everyone just left Cheryl to go to the jubilee while she was still shaking from a suicide attempt, I also just want her to have someone to love and protect her because she deserves it u kno? 

Summary: Maybe everyone else left for the jubilee but that hasn’t ever been Y/N’s thing. Nothing is more important than Cheryl when it comes to her. 

Word Count: 2,890

Warnings: Mentions of a suicide attempt, Cheryl finally getting the love she deserves. 

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Emotions -- Fionn Whitehead, Tom Holland, Reader

I received two requests that kind of appeared to intermingle, so I put them together and got this monster. This looks a lot longer on word…

Thanks for reading – let me know what you think. I don’t have any friends. x


The film is half done – thankfully, your shots have been nothing but perfection.

Although you had initially been hesitant to get roped into a project as big as this one, how many times were you going to be involved in a project for Marvel? And considering this was the next Spider-Man film, you were not keen on getting kicked off for being a terrible actor.

“You’re looking excited,” said Tom as he walked over. “That landing you did was absolutely incredible!”

You both continued to walk towards the trailers, which were situated near the back of the lot. Although you and Tom were in many, many scenes together, you were glad to see that the bond you both shared on-screen existed in your real life, too.

“Thanks, Tom,” you replied while you continued to peel an orange. “Felt good. I feel really good about this movie.”

“Me, too.” He smiled and shoved your shoulder with his, “Maybe they’ll make you Spider-Girl or something.”

You both laughed and you threw your head back a bit. “Don’t get my hopes up Holland.”

He laughed again and his eyes got crinkly near the corners. You threw away your orange peels by the bins near your trailer.

“Are we doing this now or?” You smiled mischievously at Tom. He looked at you for a couple beats and then nodded his head.

“Hell yeah,” he smiled and followed you to your door.

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Jims daughter Pt.1

@goalie28girl ~Can you do a Jerome valeska imagine where the reader is Jim Gordon’s daughter and is really close friends w/ Bruce. Jerome gets jealous and idk fluff… maybe a little smutty?

Oh I like the idea😊 sorry it took so long, I’m breaking it up into parts because it was turning out to be a really long story! Hope you like it!!
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“Honey, could you come here for a second?” Jim asked. I grabbed his coffee and came running up to his desk.

“Sorry, sorry I know I’m late.” I set down his coffee and brushed a stray piece of hair out of my face. I had been late to the police station nearly every day this week, I guess I just liked my sleep more than documenting papers.

“I don’t know Jim. I don’t think she’s cut out for the job.” Harvey argued. I shot him a glare, and he just smirked back in my direction and looked back down at Jim. “I mean come on Jim, look at her.”

Jim looked up at me. My brown hair was thrown up into a bun, and my shirt was untucked and wrinkled. “Thanks, Harvey.” I rolled my eyes, tucking my shirt in trying to smooth out the wrinkles.

“Hey, I’m just messing with ya kid.” He turned to walk away, patting me on the shoulder in the process.

“He’s right (y/n), you’ve been late every day this week.” He scolded, handing me a stack of papers. I walked over to my desk, that was right next to Jim’s. I set down the papers and files that he had handed me and they started to spill out all over my desk. I groaned, raking my fingers through my hair.

I picked up the coffee and walked back over to him. “But hey, I brought coffee.” I gave him a little smile setting the coffee down on his desk. He looked up at me, giving me a half-smile back.

“So what’s all that paperwork?” I asked walking back to my desk, picking up a file. I flipped through it until I found a picture, the guy was wearing a bright blue sparkly leotard, with his face painted like a clown. I stifled a laugh as my dad starting talking again.

“A fight broke out at the circus Lee and I attended last night. They told us to find a lady named Lila. Then when we went around searching for Lila we found her dead, chopped up and hidden under a carpet.” He finished glancing up to see my reaction.

“Wow. Sounds like you two had an eventful evening.” I laughed setting the file back down, crossing my arms over my chest. So that explained the clown get up. “So how’d you find the body?”

“Well, when we went to Lila’s trailer we found her son. She was a snake charmer so when we let her snake out it lead us right to her dead body.” He took a sip of the coffee I had given him. “Start filing the circus should be here any second, and we need to interrogate all of them.” He leaned back in his chair taking in a deep breath. I guess he just realized how much work had to be done.

I started to walk back to my desk but stopped when I heard a commotion coming from the entrance of the police station. A heard of circus people all still in their show getups came through the door. I laughed, turning back to my dad to see his widened eyes. “Good luck!”

———-

“Yo, (y/n)!” Harvey yelled, hitting the side of my desk.

I shot up, suddenly jolted out of my sleep. I rubbed my eyes, I was still seated at my desk. “What time is it?” I asked, groggily.

“You still have five hours left.” I let my head fall back onto the desk, groaning in annoyance. “Here,” Harvey began, setting what seemed like a packet of papers on my head. “Jim needs these, ASAP.”

“Where is he?” I murmured, grabbing the papers, flipping through them.

“Interrogation room 2.” He answered then left.

“And why exactly can’t you give them to him?” I yelled across the station.

“Too busy!” He yelled back then pushed open the doors, leaving.

“Yea too busy my ass,” I rolled my eyes, pushing myself out of my desk.

I walked across the main floor, muttering hellos to the people that passed. “Hey, Ed.” I waved across the room, grabbing his attention.

“Oh, hello (y/n). You taking those somewhere?” He questioned, gesturing to the files I was holding.

“Oh these,” I shook the papers. “Yea my dad needs em.” I smiled.

“What is it that no man wants to have, but no man wants to lose?” Ed questioned smiling at me. He always had riddles for me, it was almost like a game we played with each other.

“Hmmm,” I sighed raking my brain for the answer. “A lawsuit.“ 

“Correct!” He responded, clearly impressed. “You never fail to amaze me (y/n). You’re the only one who can answer my riddles.”

“Well, I gotta get going, Ed. Dad needs these files.” I said, lifting the files I held heading toward the interrogation room.

———-

I looked through the glass of the interrogation room. A red headed boy was sitting there, eyes red and puffy looking as if he was about to cry. Lee was standing in the corner, while my dad was sitting at the table, across from the red headed boy and an old man.

I pushed open the doors and walked in, earning the attention of everyone in the room. “Hey, I got the files that you wanted.” I handed him the files and stood back in the corner by Lee.

“Thanks,” He responded, turning his attention back on the pair.

The red-headed boy’s eyes were trained on me, analyzing my every move. He cracked a little smile in my direction. I smiled back, trying to encourage him. I can’t imagine what it’d be like to have your mother murdered and chopped into pieces.

“Jerome. I know you did it. Why’d you kill your mother?” Jim asked. I gasped looking at him wide eyed.

Jerome started laughing manically, causing the whole room to shake with the power. His eyes looked as if they’d darkened, a dark look crossing his face. It was as if he’d just snapped.

“Hey doll, what’s your name?” He asked purring. He leaned across the table and I stood there in disbelief. “Yes you, in the corner.”

I furrowed my eyebrows looking at him shocked. I back up into Lee. She held me in a comforting hug.

“Ah! You’re good ol’ Jimbo’s daughter. Eh?” He asked giddily.

Police soon started flooding the room, placing handcuffs on Jerome. The whole time he was laughing looking at me. Jim’s jaw was locked and his eyes were fixated on Jerome. He was standing in front of Lee and me so Jerome couldn’t see us.

“Don’t worry doll! I’ll get out, and when I do I’ll come back for you!” Jerome yelled as he was dragged down the hallway, pulling against the police.  I shivered, looking down the hallway as he cackled maniacally.

“Don’t worry (y/n), it’ll be alright. He’s heading to Arkham and won’t be out for a long time.” Jim said encouragingly as he pulled me into his arms, crushing me in a tight hug.

I just nodded in return, unable to think of anything other than that laugh and smile.

—–(A couple months later)—–

“Hi Alfred, how are you?” I asked. I had just arrived at Wayne Manor. Bruce and I had been good friends ever since his parent’s death. He was always in and out of the precinct being asked questions about his mother and father’s death. I was always there, talking to him, eating with him, or sometimes just sitting there comforting him. I was a few years older than him but that made no difference we were as close as could be.

“Ah miss (L/n), what a delight.” Alfred greeted, slightly bowing.

“So what’s up? Anything new happening around here?” I smiled, as he invited me inside.

“Well, Master Wayne has decided to take an interest in fighting.” He explained as I nodded in response. He took my coat from me, setting it down on a chair. “Shall I call him down for you?”

“Yes, thank you, Alfred.”

As I waited for Bruce to come down I decided to explore the house a bit. I picked up a picture framed, dusting off the sides of it and setting it back down. It was a portrait of their family, everyone, happy and smiling. I smiled sadly, I can’t imagine how it would feel to lose both your parents and actually witness them dying together. Now on the other hand that Jerome boy murdered his mother, and yes she didn’t sound like the nicest lady but still it was terrible.

“(Y/n)?” Bruce asked from behind me.

“Hey, Bruce!” I walked over to him, giving him a hug. “How’s everything? Alfred told me you’re taking fighting lessons now?”

He nodded walking me over to the couch where we talked about everything that had been happening recently. I told him about my job at the police station and how I may be fired because I’d been late nearly every day this past week. He told me about this new girl he met, Selina, and how he didn’t know how to talk to her. Our talk was interrupted by my phone going off. It was my dad.

“(Y/n)!” He sounded frantic as he continued. “Where are you?”

I furrowed my eyebrows, “Wayne Manor, why?”

“You need to get home now.” He ordered. Bruce gave me a questioning look as he sat on the couch, I just shrugged in response. “Jerome escaped Arkham last night.”

I gasped, putting my hand over my mouth. “What?” I whispered in disbelief.

“Yes, come home now!” He finished, hanging up the phone. 

“What’s wrong?” Bruce asked walking over to me. 

“Dad wants me to go home, family emergency.” I lied walking up to him, hugging him. I grabbed my coat, waved goodbye to Alfred and hopped in my car.

Trailer

Prompt: Mathew Grey Gubler smut. You are a guest star on criminal minds and you play a role that involves you kissing a another man, Matthew gets jealous and asks you to come to his trailer and well smut happens if you do this thank you

Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader

Word Count: 1918 words

Warnings: none

Author’s Note: liked this prompt so much, just had to write it tonight. It’s 3 am and I just finished, so I’m terribly sorry for any spelling mistakes but I’ll have to check them later. Basically the reader is a guest show on criminal minds, playing the love interest of Shemar, when she goes off script and things get more heated as Matthew is watching, and then meets her in the trailer for some revenge. Hope you enjoy! My inbox/ requests are always open xxx

 

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The Labyrinth Chapter 13

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU
Pairing: Reader/Jimin
Length: 1.9k
Summary: Finding an injured boy collapsing in front of your house, you decide to help him, only to find out he’s associated with some underground business. After that fateful night, you surprisingly find him in the new class you had just transferred into.
A/N: I’M SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO UPDATE D: BUT ALAS, HERE IT IS!!!

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7  Chapter 8  Chapter 9  Chapter 10  Chapter 11  Chapter 12 || Jin Trailer || Chapter 13 Chapter 14

Originally posted by bts-we-are-bulletproof

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Bad Moon Rising (Part 2)

Originally posted by deanandimpala

Summary: Jensen and the reader are doing some filming out in the Canadian wilderness when they decide to take a short hike during a break. The only problem is they don’t show up for their scene later that day…

Part 1

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 1,800ish

Warnings: language, bit of angst

A/N: Hope you enjoy!…


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French Words (Tom Holland x Reader)

Requested: YES; where the reader is a French actress but does American movies, she meets Tom during the shooting of Homecoming, the reader teaches him to speak French and Tom improves the English of the reader, then one day, she accidentally says these feelings for Tom and he understands and the end has all fluff?

Word Count: 5.2k (I went a little bit too overboard this, I’m sorry)

Warnings: Just a few swear words, basically all fluff at the end.

A/N: I’m sorry I took so much to get this done, but I got a carried away and wanted to put a lot of things so it made sense, I hope you don’t get bored reading it.


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Feel Again

Characters: Y/N Sanders (reader), Misha Collins, Benjamin Sanders (OMC), Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles,

Pairing: Benjamin x Reader, Misha x Reader

Warnings: Cheating (not Misha), it is flangst nothing too bad.      

Word Count: 1300ish

A/N: This is 1 out of my 13 entries for @mamapeterson / @mrs-squirrel-chester’s Album Fanfiction Challenge where I chose the album “Smoke and Mirrors” by Imagine Dragons. The song prompt for this fic is: Gold

Thanks to the amazinly sweet and talented @blacktithe7 for betaing this one for me

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

This life had been all you had ever dreamed about since you were a small child. You had always wanted to be a singer. You wanted to perform in big stadiums with an band behind you and people screaming your name. You had loved watching your idols at the Grammys wearing pretty dresses on TV and dreamed of being there yourself one day. This was your life now. Designers was begging you to wear their products, like some sort of walking commercial. You did it because it was required , not because you enjoyed it. Not anymore atleast.

Everyone around you seemed to want something from you. They never seemed interested in getting to know the girl behind the facade. They never seemed like they really cared about you. They only wanted what your name could get them. You had thought Benjamin had been different, but at it turned out your judgement wasn’t what it used to be. When you had found him in bed with his assistant, all he talked about when you were throwing his clothes out of your shared house, was how this was going to look to the public. He didn’t tell you that he loved or that he had made a mistake. He only cared about losing the star power having you on his arm had provided and what that loss would mean to his career.

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What may come, part 1

(Image is not mine!)

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 2654

Warning: Language (It’s a thing with me.  I like to cuss.  A lot.)

“Please, tell me you are packed?  I swear you wait until the last minute every time then I get annoyed and then the world burns.”  You laughed loudly at your sister’s dramatics on your call to her.

“Yes I packed my clothes already.  I finished them this morning.  Now I am just making sure my camera is ready for the flight.  I can’t be too careful with it.”  She was whispering something to someone in the background.  “Mila?”

“Oh sorry just trying to get the next shot setup before everyone comes back from break.  So packed?”

“Yes, I’m packed.  I leave for the airport in an hour.” Sighing you zipped up your camera bag for the third time.  As long as you kept it with you as a carry-on, it should be fine.  That camera was your world and livelihood.  If something happened to it, you were sunk.

“Good.  I have a car and driver to pick you up and bring you here. Once you get here you can drive one of my cars while you’re in L.A.”  Mila sounded distracted, as though she was only half paying attention to you while she was focusing on something else.

“That’s fine.  Look I will let you get back to work.  I will text you when I take off and land, okay?”

“No not like that!” She all but screamed in your ear.

“What?”

“Oh [Y/N] sorry!  That wasn’t for you.  Paul moved something he wasn’t supposed to.  Yeah call me.  I can’t wait to see you.  Gotta go, love you!”  The phone went dead before you had a chance to respond.  That happened often with Mila.  She was one of the up and coming directors in Hollywood and she was always busy. As a perfectionist, her eye for detail was amazing.  The last two films she had done were well received and she was in high demand now. Her current project had several big names and you could not be prouder.  However, it did make it difficult for you to see and talk to your big sister often.

The Uber drive to the airport was pleasant.  The driver asked a few questions and recommended a couple restaurants to try while you were in L.A.  “How long are you going for?”

“Oh… Actually I don’t know.” You could see the confusion on his face through the rearview mirror.  “I’m going there to stay with my sister for a while.  See if I can find work out there.  There aren’t as many jobs for a photographer here as there used to be.  So, I’m going to see if I can make money elsewhere.”  He nodded before prattling on about other places he had been there. It actually made the drive much shorter.

The airport was a mess. Storms elsewhere had delayed flights, some not even going to those regions. Including yours to Los Angeles. From the looks of it, your plane was going to be delayed at least two hours, just freaking lovely.  You sent a text to Mila and your mom letting them know you were stuck at the airport for the time being.  Your mother of course sent an instant reply back wanting to know if you needed her to come get you.  That you did not have to leave today.  You frowned as you read it over.  She had been trying to talk you into staying from the moment you told her. The thought of having two of her children so many miles away did not sit well with her and she wanted you to stay home. Even when you explained that your savings was slowly dwindling and you needed to find more work she did not back down. There had been an offer for you to move back in with them while you looked for something.  That was shot down quickly.  The thought of having to move back in with your parents made you physically ill.

Mila finally responded back about an hour later.  She said she would still have the driver for you and that by the time you got there the day would be wrapping up so you would be able to head to dinner right from the set.  Then she sent a text of her making a silly face with one of the actors.  With the message, ‘Tom can’t wait to meet you.  He is tired of me talking about this amazing sister of mine.  He doesn’t believe you exist.’

Holy shit, the actor in the picture was Tom Hiddleston.  How the hell did Mila get so lucky?!  Ever since she was young, she always had the best luck in everything.  Though, yes she always worked hard too.  But damn that woman could do no wrong, lucky bitch. With a groan, you fell back onto the hard seat in the waiting area around your terminal.  The next hour consisted of fiddling with your camera case, checking every piece, ensuring you had not forgotten anything.  It bored you to tears but it was something to pass the time.

When your flight was finally called you almost did a jig.  It meant that you were finally going to get to start a new adventure. Growing up you were always the odd ball. You did not sneak out and drive your parents crazy like Mila and your brother did.  You actually did your homework on time and never skipped school. Nevertheless, you always had a good time.  New experiences were new adventures no matter what they were, good or bad.  When you finished college, you took six months to spend around Europe, taking pictures.  It was the most fun you had ever had in your life.  It gave you a new way of thinking and seeing the world around you.

It also helped your bank account as you had sold many of your photos to magazines.  It kept you from being homeless while you found more steady work.  For a while, you did portraits and weddings.  While it was fun coming up with poses and backdrops, it was not where your heart was.  You enjoyed action shots, nature, anything that was not stagnant or staged.  Which had led to the problem of work becoming difficult to find.  It the little town you were from in New Hampshire there was far less demand for a photographer that wanted more than weddings or birthday parties.

Mila had begged you for several years to come join her out West.  When she had gone out to California for school, she fell in love with it.  She had not returned home after that.  Now she was some important director in Hollywood getting to do all the fun things. Getting the chance to meet amazing people and go to the all the places you wanted to see.  A month ago, you finally relented after another round of begging.  It had surprised you both when you finally said yes.  Now here you were sitting on a plane ready to find out what else was out there for you.  You could only hope that is was going to be something better.

You slept most of the six-hour flight.  The first class ticket your sister had bought came in handy after sitting in the airport for so long.  There was room to be able to stretch out and sleep comfortably.  It was almost comical how you thought the airport back home had been insane.  LAX put that to shame times a million or three.  There were people everywhere.  It was not as though you had never been to busy places in the world, but this took the cake.  Finding your luggage had been a feat in itself before making it down towards the exit. There were several people standing holding signs with different names.  It did not take long for you to see your name written neatly over one of them held by a rather large man.  “I think you are waiting for me.”

“Yes ma’am, you look a lot like Miss Mila.  Is this all your bags?”  You nodded as he put the sign under his arm and took the two-wheeled suitcases from him. He tried to take your camera case but you let him know you were fine to hold it.  You were grateful he was driving a large black SUV instead of a limo. That would have just been weird. He introduced himself as Vincent and said he was one of the drivers for the studio.  This is what he got to do all day long.  When you asked how he liked it, he laughed.  

“Depends on the day and who I am driving.  Some days its great and I get to see all parts of the city.  Others I want to run every idiot off the road.”  Both of you laughed as you chatted for the remainder of the trip.  It was good to meet at least one nice person in this city.  Once you arrived on set, Vincent said he would get your bags to Mila’s trailer.  Again, you had to refuse when he tried for your camera.

“Sorry, Vincent.  This bag is my life.”  He winked at you with a grin.

“Alright I get it. Take care of yourself little lady. I hope to see you again around our little town.”  He left you in care of one of Mila’s assistants.  A young guy trying to prove himself in the industry.  By the looks of it, he was petrified of your sister.

“Umm hi.  I’m Danny, Danny Rice.  Mila told me to bring you right to her, they are almost done.”  

“Nice to meet you Danny, I’m [Y/N].”  Shaking hands quickly he led you to the back of the studio where she was watching over one of the last scenes for the day.  Taking the seat Danny had shown you, watching quietly as Mila was in her element, you were in awe.  Of course, this was something else she was good at.  Taking out your camera slowly, you set it before snapping a few shots of her in her chair.  Then she stood as the action of the scene started to pick up.  As you snapped more shots of her, someone roughly grabbed your arm.

“You can’t do that here. Give me that camera now.”  Another large man, this time dressed in a security uniform stood over you.  He did not look happy, but it would be a cold day in hell before you gave your camera to anyone.

“Yeah that isn’t happening. I was taking pictures of…”

“You were taking pictures of the movie set.  You will give me the camera or I will remove you from the set.”

“Get your hands off my sister before you lose any of your favorite appendages.”  Mila’s loud voice called from behind you.  The guard was stunned into silence before he dropped your arm.

“Miss [Y/L/N]… I’m sorry I didn’t know it was your sister.  She was taking pictures of the scene and I didn’t want any leaking to the press.”  Scowling up at him you turned your camera over to show her what you had been taking pictures of.

“If you had let me finish talking I would have shown you I was taking pictures of her not that scene. I’m not an idiot I would never do that to Mila.  Or anyone else for that matter.”  It was then you noticed there was quite the crowd staring at the action going on off camera.  Your cheeks flushed quickly.  Being the center of attention was not something you enjoyed.

“I’m sorry.  I was just doing my job trying to keep the movie and set safe.”  Frowning before you relaxed your stance.

“It’s all right.  I understand.”  Mila looked like she still wanted to take his head off.  However, since you had forgiven the situation she would allow him to keep all his parts intact.  She gave him the ‘stank eye’ until he slunk away.

“You always know how to attract trouble don’t you?”  

“Yes.  But I was trying to behave this time.  I swear!”  You both laughed, embracing tight.  “God, I missed you.  Home isn’t home without you.”

“I know.  I make everyway a better place.”  Rolling your eyes you pulled back to look at her.  

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to ruin your scene.”  She shook her head and moved to put her arm around you and bring you to sit in her chair.

“You didn’t.  We just paused it for a moment.  Want to watch for a little while?  Should be done in about twenty.”  Making yourself comfortable in her chair, before you put away your camera.

“Oh hell yes.”  Mila kissed your cheek and turned back towards the crew.  She flipped the sister switch over to director.  You could see the change in stance and attitude already.

“Back to the last mark. I want to be done in twenty.  I’m starving.  You all don’t want me to get hangry, now let’s finish it the way it is supposed to be.  Adrienne start from where you left off and this time more volume.  Tom you ready?”  

He came from one of the chairs off to the side you had somehow missed.  Tom Hiddleston in all his glory.  Holy hell he was taller than you imagined.  “I’m ready and all for getting out of here soon.”

Tom’s gaze fell onto you for a moment.  He smiled brightly before turning to the pretty actress in front of him.  The scene was amazing.  Their acting and the whole atmosphere of the set was thrilling. It was not difficult to see why Mila chose this.  It fit her and everything about her.  Twenty minutes later, she called “cut”, telling them all to return well rested for the morning.  “Tom, come here.  You need to meet my imaginary sister.”

That smile that previously had been there returned to his face.  “[Y/N], this is Tom.  Tom this is my amazing sister, [Y/N].”

He held out his hand to you gripping firmly and shaking as you slipped yours into his.  “Pleasure, [Y/N].  She has spoken of you often and I was starting to believe she was just telling us all stories of a fictitious sister.  Glad to have the chance to see you are real.”

His hand was warm thus making your entire body very warm as he held onto yours just a moment longer than most people would have.  “Umm yes! I am glad to be here.  Glad to meet you too, Mr. Hiddleston.”

“Oh no, none of that. It’s Tom, please.  Mr. Hiddleston sounds awful.  I don’t want to delay you ladies, I know Mila is probably going to hurt someone soon if she isn’t fed.  [Y/N] it was lovely to meet you.  I hope to see you again soon.”  Tom hugged Mila before walking off, glancing over his shoulder once at you, smiling as he saw you were still looking at him.

You were not fully sure if you had remembered to breathe in the last few minutes or not.  “I don’t think I have ever seen you star struck before.” Mila’s voice invaded the fog that was surrounding your brain.

“Umm no… me either. Oh my God Mila.”  Looking over at your sister you could only imagine what your face looked like.

“I guess he is pretty, in a tall, handsome actor sort of way.”  She was smirking at you and your inability to form full sentences.  “He doesn’t really do it for me.”

“If he was six inches shorter, had long hair and big boobs would he do it for you?”  She laughed shaking her head.  

“Only if he had a vagina too.  Penises are weird looking organs.”  There was no helping the hysterical laughter that erupted from both of you.  It had been too long since you had been with your sister.  “Come on. I’m starving and I need to catch up with my crazy sister.”


Part 2

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anonymous asked:

I was wondering if you could do solangelo? And nico is a hockey player, who doesn't really listen and gets in fight all the time, or something of the sort. And then Will could be a medic for the games, who always has to deal with nicos injuries, or he could be a new assistant coach, trying to deal with nico never listening? It would be lovely if you could. P.s. I love your blog.

Yaaay! Solangelo!!! 

Here’s the hockey-themed fic! Thanks anon!~ So I don’t know much hockey terms so I’m sorry if I got a thing or two wrong about hockey gameplay :3

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“Benefits of Being a Medic”

Solangelo HockeyAU!

Summary: Will was sure he signed up to be a medic, not a guidance counselor. Still, listening to the complaints of his most frequent clinic visitor, star hockey-player Nico Di Angelo, was all worth it.

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Will was a hundred percent certain he’d signed up to be a medic, not a guidance counselor.

Another thing was he was supposed to be a medic for game-related injuries. He wasn’t really sure if getting hit with a hockey stick in the face right after a final match counted, but he was pretty sure it didn’t.

The medic listened, albeit a little half-heartedly, at the black haired and rather scrawny looking boy whose sprained wrist he was patching up.

Said boy, Nico Di Angelo, didn’t look to have the build or strength befitting that of a hockey player. But the seemingly sinewy limbs packed a lot more punch than expected. He was an exceptional player and a great benefit to the team—so much that even medics like Will knew that. And his extraordinary gameplay was probably the only thing keeping him from getting thrown off the team.

From all the gossip going around, Will gathered that Nico was rather anti-social and wouldn’t give a rat’s ass for any other teammate. Ever. His temper was a paper-thin floodgate trying to hold back an onslaught of rage at any given moment, and every other member made no show of trying to hide their displeasure for their teammate.

Will however, found him to be… different. He landed at the clinic often enough, Will even considered him to be a friend of sorts. His tendency to never listen and go his own way, as the coach put it, often landed him in trouble or injury—and this time was no exception.

“It’s that asshole’s fault, I’m telling you!” Nico huffed. He sat on the clinic table opposite Will, letting his wrist get wrapped in a bandage. “I was going to score that goal—I swear to you, I was!—but that jackass Valdez dove in at the wrong time. He wasn’t supposed to be in that position! Any other position and I would’ve scored but no, he had to be there!” Nico growled again, scratching at the pale skin surrounding the first strands of the bandage.

This had happened before. They would be playing a certain gameplay and Nico, never really caring to listen to debriefings, ended up going out of gameplay resorting in injury or losing a score. However, Will knew better than to point that out.

“So,” he started, wrapping another layer around the injury. “How exactly did you sprain your wrist?”

Nico glared darkly at said wrist. “Valdez deserved a hockey stick to the face. Just didn’t expect him to retaliate, though.” He let out a cold laugh, which quickly turned into something more humorous when Will smirked.

“I bet his face was bleeding all over.” The blond medic chuckled. His little quirk was rewarded with a sparkle in the other boy’s dark eyes.

“You tell me,” he said. “It was… Kayla, who patched him up, right?”

Will nodded. “Oh yeah. Man, you must’ve hit him hard enough to score a goal. I think he was even crying about his ‘beautiful nose being broken forever’.”

Nico cracked up again, and, for the millionth time since the hockey star’s first landing in Will’s clinic, the medic wondered how more people never got to know this side of him. Sure, he understood how Nico was unlikable at first, but a simple talk with him led to so much more.  

He could be funny, though his humor was mostly dark, but he had a pretty crappy family life to give it some validation. Even so, he often made jokes about a lot of things. He had an interest in an old board game, Mythomagic, which was not something one expected from an ‘emo-boy’ like him. Will found it to be cute. He also had a special love for McDonald’s happy meals.

Upon learning that, Will had bought a happy meal the very next day to give to the boy when he—sure enough—showed up to the clinic. He declined it at first, flustered and dumbfounded, but Will was persistent and they ended up sharing the happy meal together.

Ever since, Will would buy a happy meal for lunch and they’d share. On some occasions however, Nico would insist on buying when Will was perfectly fine with his self-taken duty. Their little argument went on for sometime until they’d decided to alternate on who’d buy lunch each week. This week was Will’s turn.  

“Looks like you’re good,” The medic declared, getting up from his stool. Nico followed suit.

Quickly shuffling through his bag, Will pulled out a happy meal and turned to present it to the other. “So how does lunch sound?” he asked, grinning ear-to-ear.

Nico rolled his eyes. “Yeah, sure.”  He tested his wrist, cringing visibly as he put a little too much pressure. He stopped however, when Will gave him a warning glare.

Now, glaring at Nico DiAngelo was something that was bound to land one in a clinic themselves, with the exception of the case in which you’re Will Solace. For reasons unknown to many, Will could get away with a lot of social interaction with the ill-tempered hockey player without getting punched in the face.

Will liked to think he’d earned Nico’s trust and became a rather good friend. Although constantly having to deal with the injuries was a pain, all the talks and interaction would make Will’s time worth it. He was drawn to the boy for… some reason. Maybe it was because he was different? Or because he saw something in him that not many other people did?

According to Nico himself, during one serious talk they’d had—which left Will awake past two in the morning thinking about it afterward—the only other person he’d ever considered a close friend was his late sister Bianca. Everything was already hell in his home, and when she died things became worse.

Will had hoped that ‘only other person’ meant he was that other ‘close friend’. He decided never to push his luck that much though.

Getting to be something like Nico’s friend, although never officially declared, was good enough—for now at least.

So he listened to Nico’s annoyed complaints about the turn of the previous game as they made their way through the halls. Once out the front door, Will basked in the glory of warm afternoon sunlight. For a moment, Nico watched him playfully from the side, then called for him to sit on one of the front lawn’s benches.

They would sometimes eat in the stands too, but Will often found it too cold. He wouldn’t say anything, but was thankful when Nico suggested to dine outside instead.

Now, they chewed their burgers and fries in silence.

No, it wasn’t an awkward or tense silence. It was comfortable, really. Almost a hundred-and-eighty-degree spin on Nico’s earlier mood. He liked to keep quiet during the first few moments of their lunches, savoring the meal and maybe even the company.

It took a good five minutes before Nico spoke up.

“So, Will,” he started through a partially filled mouth. “You’re off-duty on Saturday, Right?”

“Mhm,” Will nodded, sipping his coke. The two went back to watching the cars move past them on the street for another minute or so, then Nico spoke up again.

“Do you want to, maybe, catch a movie or something?”

What.

Was he…?

Will stopped sipping his coke.

“Like… I think a new Avenger’s movie is coming up. I mean… you are into superhero movies, right? Or maybe… not into them, but like, you like them, right? Uh… I just thought maybe you’d wanna watch it together or something.”

Holy heck, he was.

“Um, l-like a date?” Oh wow. How smooth, Will.

He watched as Nico flushed. No chance of hiding anything with his pale skin.

“I mean, not exactly a date!” The boy hastily clarified. He looked back to the busy street as his blush only grew. Then a little more quietly, he added, “I mean… not if you don’t want it to be.”

Oh.

Maybe Will did have a chance after all.

Clothing choices and breath mints were already running through his mind before he even had a chance to say yes. It took him maybe a solid three minutes and a disappointed huff from Nico to snap out of his trance.  

“O-of course!” He stammered, blushing a bit himself. He honestly never expected to get that lucky. “It’s a date then! Friday. I’ll pick you up at your place…?”

Nico looked up, his blush now hiding behind an amused and slightly wild smile. “Woah, hold on there, cowboy. You don’t even know where I live. Tell you what, I’ll meet you at the movie house at two o’clock, ‘kay?”

The two then shared a laugh, more from relief than anything, as they finished the last of their happy meal. Things settled back into a comfortable silence. Will was definitely looking forward to Saturday.

“You know,” he said, after a moment. “It’s not an Avenger’s movie. Civil War is a Captain America movie.”

Nico gave him a quizzical look, his blush not fully settling just yet. Will found it cute. “But… they were all in the trailer, right? I mean, Iron Man and Black Widow and a bunch of others were there…

“Yeah, but it isn’t an Avenger’s movie. I was pretty confused too.”

“Oh. Well, we’ll still watch it, right?” It was probably that little hitch of doubt in Nico’s voice that sent Will into a mild panic attack.

“Of course! It’s settled, I promise.”

And it was probably that little smile he flashed back that made Will feel that, even though he didn’t sign up to be Nico’s guidance counselor over gaming frustration, it was all pretty damn worth it.

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Behind The Story S2 | Pt. 8

Summary: They say things never go as planned and oh were they right. When you are giving a second chance in life, you’re only just begun to live. A baby girl came to the world but it doesn’t mean their road is over yet. The story about their relationship and family while shooting Supernatural and attending Conventions continues…

Author: sleepywinchester [prev. deanwinchester-af]

Characters: Jensen, Reader, Jared and Cast Cameos.

Pairings: Single!Jensen x Actress!Reader (Nina Dobrev)

Words: 2.1k

Beta: @waywardlullabies

Warnings: Fluff. { slightly angst }

Disclaimer: NO HATE TOWARDS DANNEEL!

Title: To The Freakin’ Moon.

Note: Hope you guys like this one!!! Feedback is always appreciated it. (x)

Jensen: “Good trip so far?”  

You: “She only dropped juice all over herself once and cried to the top of her lungs twice. It’s going great and everyone in this plane loves us.”

Jensen: “Ha! I’ll be in the lookout for viral videos of you sending someone to hell if they cross the line. Show em your mean right.”

You: “Funny. I wouldn’t be surprised if someone is a jerk to us.”

Jensen: “I wouldn’t be surprise if you kick their asses.”

You: “You know me so well. She’s sleeping right now.”

Jensen: “Give her a kiss for me. Gotta go.”

After locking your phone, you looked down to the sleeping beauty in your arms. Knowing she rested peacefully in your arms melted your heart. She didn’t have a care in the world. You knew she was feeling cold when her tiny body curled towards you. The corner of your lip curved up watching her seek for warmth in you. Slowly and trying not to wake her up, you grabbed the pink blanket from your bag and covered her up.  

The flight went on for two more hours until you finally landed in Vancouver. Jensen was waiting for you as you walked out of the airport. His smile got wider watching you walk towards him with the stroller.  The sudden flashing lights interrupted the moment.

Jensen’s picked up his pace and reached you and JJ. He gave you a kick kiss on the lips before escorting you towards the car. You re-adjusted your bag and followed him closely towards the car.

“Are you okay after the accident, Y/N?”, “When’s the wedding?”, “Is there a wedding at all?!”, “You gotta put a ring on it, Jensen! She’s too hot!”.

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No Regrets - Something Just Like This

Not a request but the amazing @mysupernaturalfics made a trailer for my Living with Regrets series (Find it here) and she used the song Something just like this by Coldplay. I haven’t been able to get this idea out of my head since so here goes.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Implied smut, lots and lots of fluff.

Word Count: 1212 (dammit again not a drabble.)

A/N: This is a drabble complication. All drabbles fit into the universe I created for my Jensen x Reader series Living with Regrets. Most can be read as stand alone, but will also very much be part of the series.

This takes place a few months after part 9 of Living with Regrets. Jensen and Y/N are married and attending JIBcon for the first time as a married couple.

Thanks to the amazing sweet @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester for betaing this for me on short notice.

LIVING WITH REGRETS MASTERPOST

NO REGRETS MASTERPOST

Jensen and Rich had left the stage a few songs ago and you had been hiding from Jensen ever since. You hadn’t planned on singing at Jailbreak but this long weekend had been like a second honeymoon for the two of you. Becca was home and having the time of her life at her uncle Jared’s house, driving Tom and Shep crazy.

You and Jensen had been trying for a baby for a few months now, it was the right time a month for you to really try and Jensen was taking his part of the job more than seriously. Maybe your little stunt Friday had awoken something in him or maybe it was just the beautiful European city or the fact that the two of you were away together for the first time since you got married in January.

All you knew was you were more in love with him than ever and you felt that. You felt the love that the fans seemed to have regained for you. It had been a bumpy road between you and them for a while, since they had been very protective of Jensen. Not knowing your entire story had made it hard for them to accept the woman that re-appeared in his life with his kid in tow after have been gone for over four years.

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