i was supposed to post this on his birthday but i finished it just today

Why Vmin are called the “Soulmate Couple”

Long post

Before I get into this, I’d like to say, that this will provide examples as to how amazingly close vmin are to being considered real life soulmates. It’ll also help anyone who wants to know about vmin’s relationship and how close the two actually are. But overall, it’ll definitely explain why some of the fandom refers to them as already soulmates. Whether it’s viewed platonically or romantically:)

Okay here we go. Pray for me to be able to get all of this in one post.

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The Stranger

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Genre: Angst. Hella Angst.

Word Count: 4.1k

Summary: Everything is fine until you start seeing a strange boy everywhere you go.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

The first time you see him, you are trying to park your car. You’re late to an appointment and the parking lot is full, leaving you with no choice but to park on the street. Parallel parking is not something you’re fond of, especially when you’re on a busy road in the middle of town and handfuls of people are walking up and down the sidewalk, watching you struggle and laughing at your misfortune.

You spot him right away. He’s an eyesore among the crowd, the only one not dressed for the weather and you can’t help but wonder how he manages to look so comfortable with snow gathering in his hair. The sight of him is so interesting that you can’t help but stare. You momentarily forget about the task at hand because you’re so caught up in watching this stranger walk toward you that you don’t even notice you’ve backed up too far until you feel your car bump against the one behind you.

Panic sets in immediately and you tear your eyes away from the stranger to look and see if anyone else has noticed. Out of all the people on the street, very few have even glanced in your direction. Breathing a sigh of relief, you inch your car up just a bit and reach down to put it in park.

When you look up, the stranger is standing in the center of the sidewalk staring right at you, eyebrows raised, sly smile on his face. You’re not sure what causes you to react so quickly, but you throw the gear shift into drive and speed out of your parking spot like a bat out of hell, appointment be damned.

You take a moment to glance out of the passenger side mirror and it alarms you to realize that the stranger is still standing there, smiling fondly as you leave.

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anonymous asked:

can u write a rowan x aelin fic that will break my heart? im in the mood to cry

So this originally was supposed to be a quick little oneshot, but then it turned into a 6,300 word bombshell. Shout out to @tacmc  for being my ever faithful beta/bff, and helping out with this one before it was posted, for helping me with when I didn’t think I could finish it. For a while, it had me very emotional, but she helped me power through it. I made her cry, so hopefully, it’s what you’re looking for!

Alright, without further ado… Tiny Hearts.

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Fate/Grand Order EMIYA (Alter) Line Masterpost

EDIT: Updated with his event and birthday lines! His damage lines were just noises so I didn’t put them.

Looks like Emiyas ruining me is a trend that will continue into 2017.

*If anyone is interested in commissioning me, here’s my regular commission page, and here’s my chart for Chapter America/E Pluribus Unum!

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In Love With The Idea Of You - Royalty AU (Lin X Reader) Part One

Okay, This was for @hamwriters Write-a-thon challenge: Day One, but due to unforeseen circumstances, I was down and out most of the week. I wasn’t even going to bother but @gratitudejoyandsorrow was being her awesome self and convinced me to write it anyways… (Just a side note, guys, she is totally amazing…just saying)… Oh and please let me know what you think…I can leave it just as a one-shot or if you think it should continue…. So, without further ado, here is “In Love With The Idea Of You”.

Word Count: 2628

Warnings: Umm…Major fluffiness and I warn you now….tissues are advised.

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We Can Feel So Far (From So Close) (2/2)

Waiting until your best friend left for a cross country tour was a fine time to realize you’re in love with him. Captain Swan.

Almost 3 months after posting the first part of this story, I’m finally here to finish it off. Believe me when I say I wasn’t planning to take so long, but a rough semester of school kept me from doing as much work on this as I wanted to. I didn’t think I’d be posting this today since this morning it wasn’t even finished, but somehow or another my heartbreak over Jen announcing her exit from OUAT caused me to throw myself into this. (I’ll be completely honest, the only time I haven’t been bawling my eyes out today is while I’ve been writing.) Also, a big thank you to everyone who have read and reviewed this story so far. You honestly don’t know how much the kind messages and reviews have meant to me over the past few months. I hope you enjoy the final part of this two shot as much as I enjoyed creating it. <3  

Part 1 | Rated T | Word count: 9,529 |Also on AO3 and FF.net

You could blame it on Neal, on her wavering self-esteem, or on a number of different things she’d been forced to deal with during her nearly twenty-eight years of life so far. Either way, Emma found it nearly impossible to believe that Killian could somehow be in love with her.

If anything, he probably viewed her as the sister he never had. And she’d seen enough movies and TV shows to know how situations like hers typically ended: awkwardly. It was just best all around if she kept all of this hidden, and hoped she would be able to act somewhat normally around Killian when he came back from the West Coast. (This causes her to wonder, not for the first time, if he’ll even be back for long at all once the tour is over with. It’s not likely that he’ll want to stay in Boston and work at the bar again when he’s guaranteed to have dozens of opportunities thrust at him.)

Their next Skype call takes place two weeks later on a Saturday afternoon (morning for him) when he’s in San Francisco, taking advantage of the wi-fi at a cafe near his hotel. Emma tells him he looks like something out of a movie, the outline of the Golden Gate Bridge even visible from a distance behind him. “I feel like you should be writing me a love letter or something with dramatic music playing in the background,” she tells him while she finishes off her second plate of pancakes. She quickly regrets the “love letter” part, and hopes he doesn’t read too much into those particular words.  

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The Greatest Gift

Hey everyone! A while back I asked for Johnlock ficlet prompts. This is what I came up with based on the wonderful @carlgrimeschildsoldier prompt that I was given ages ago!


Takes place exactly one year after The Hug. For this ficlet, I’m pretending that Rosie never existed. 

Sorry for the cheesy title as well. Unfortunately, I don’t have an AO3 account, and even if I did, I probably wouldn’t understand how to post this there.


Sherlock blinked awake, his eyelashes grazing fabric and skin. He gathered his thoughts as his mind ascended away from his dreams and back into reality; he was in his bed, with all but his head buried under the comforter. Gray light hinted that it was not quite dawn. Sherlock relished in the warmth emanating from John, whom he was half draped over, his face resting on the pillow between John’s neck and shoulder. He didn’t want to get up, but there was something he needed to do. He pressed a gentle kiss on John’s neck, who sighed contentedly but did not wake, and carefully removed himself from the endearing tangle of limbs and bedsheets.

The air in the flat was cold from the drafty windows, and Sherlock shrugged on his dressing gown over his bare torso and flannel bottoms. He treaded lightly to the closet and stretched up on the balls of his bare feet until he could remove the small wooden box from underneath various garments on the top shelf. He paused for a moment, letting his fingers trace over the familiar smooth wood and carved patterns, before walking with it into the bathroom.

Flicking on the lights, Sherlock set the small box on the counter and opened it deftly, as he had thousands of times before. Inside, seated in the dark velvet, were a single syringe and a small, partially filled glass vile. Normally his fingers shook, but today Sherlock’s actions were calm and deliberate as he held the vile of solution up to the light. He watched its contents swirl around, imagining the sensation of it flowing through his veins, fueling his brain… Sherlock uncapped the vile and tilted his hand until the solution drained out in one long ribbon into the toilet. Once the last drop cleared the glass, he flushed. A hint of a smile graced his lips as he watched the last of it leave 221B. He tossed the empty vile in the wastebin with a satisfying plunk.

Next Sherlock grabbed the plastic syringe. Out in the flat, he donned his long coat, scarf, gloves, and shoes, not having the slightest care that he was about to walk through London in his pajama pants. Just as he was about to descend the stairs when a loud yawn sounded from the hallway. John blinked blearily at Sherlock, tying his own dressing gown around his waist.

“Sherlock? Mm, what’re you doing, love?” He asked groggily, stretching and rubbing his eyes. “What time is it? Oh and happy birthday, by the way.”

Sherlock smiled, but before he could reply, John’s eyes focused on the syringe in his hand. His brow knit together and he looked back up at Sherlock, wearing a freshly concerned expression. “Sherlock…?”

Smiling lightly, Sherlock took John’s hand and began pulling John’s coat over his shoulders.

“Ha-hang on, what’re we doing? Where’re we going?” John’s tone was one he was accustomed to using and one that Sherlock was accustomed to hearing.

“Come on,” said Sherlock, helping John with the remainder of his coat and pulling a wool hat over his ears.

“For Christ’s sake, Sherlock, I’m in my pajamas.”

Sherlock said nothing; he only gestured to himself (I’m in mine too, John) and waited by the doorway for John to finish getting ready.

“Right, where are we going?” John asked on the pavement outside 221B. Wordlessly, Sherlock took John’s hand in his and pulled him along.

It was a very long walk. And it was cold. And John hadn’t even had any tea yet! But Sherlock kept a firm grasp on John’s hand and didn’t say anything, so as usual, John went along with it. Finally, Sherlock stopped at a railing along the edge of the Thames. Sherlock waited as John caught his breath and rubbed his hands together to warm them before carrying on with his intent. Holding the syringe in his palm for John to see, John looked at it for a moment before returning his expectant gaze to Sherlock’s. Sherlock loved the way the sunrise played with the blues of John’s eyes.

Closing his fist around the plastic, Sherlock stepped back, stretching his arm out behind him, before hurtling the syringe as far as he could possibly manage into the river. He watched the gray water, which began to dance with morning light, fold over it and travel away. When he finally turned back to John, he was met with an expression brimming with affection and awe. The soft, crooked smile that he wore made Sherlock’s chest swell. He was pulled abruptly into a tight hug, with one of John’s hands gripping his waist, the other holding his head as if he were a small child.

They stood like that, enveloped in each other, for quite a long time. It could have been days. But when they finally pulled apart, the sun still shed dawn rays on the river. John gazed up at Sherlock with a sudden mischievous countenance.

“You know,” he said, the mirth clear in his eyes, “that’s technically a biohazard. And I never took Sherlock Holmes to be a litterer…”

Sherlock rolled his eyes in exasperation. “For Christ’s sake John, it was supposed to be symbolic, or romantic, for you, but – “

John cut him off with a chuckle. “I’m only joking, you git. Hell, you probably know exactly where and when it’s going to wash up, and you’re going to disappear one evening, claiming to go for a stroll or something, when actually you’re going to find the syringe and throw it away properly.”

Sherlock glared. “…It won’t be in the evening, it will be in the morning. And I will tell you that I’m going to pick up parts at the mortuary, not going for a walk. Otherwise you’ll want to come along,” he mumbled defeatedly.

John couldn’t help but burst into laughter. Sherlock was unable to hold his glare for long, and he ended up breaking into a few giggles as well. So the two stood by the Thames, in the freezing cold dawn of a quiet January morning, laughing like loons in their pajamas.

“Happy birthday to you, you git. And thank you,” John finally whispered, moving back in for another hug.

“Happy birthday to me,” agreed Sherlock. He wove his fingers through John’s, and they started back for home, where they would have a quiet day in, eating Mrs. Hudson’s homemade cake, prank calling Mycroft by the fire, and making love as the snow began to fall.

And after, under the sheets, John would whisper: “What you did today, that meant a lot. But you’re not the one who’s supposed to be giving gifts on your birthday, Sherlock.”

To which the detective would reply: “My greatest gift, forever and always, is you.”

Realised Desires

The final part of my little trilogy. As a new txf writer, I’d like to thank each and every one of you who has liked, reblogged or commented. Your support has been overwhelming and I love you all. 

Special thanks to my own little Mulder whom I adore. 

Part One | Forgotten Secrets 

Part Two | Remembered Promises 

Prompt: Things that made me feel real | MSR fluff. 

Scully glanced up at Mulder with an eyebrow quirked as he patted down his jacket for his car keys.

“Don’t tell me you’ve finished already?” she asked, her words somewhere between dubious and mocking. Mulder smiled at her and nodded once, a smug grin on his face. He’d spent the day powering through the paperwork that he always somehow allowed to build up. Friday evenings were usually reserved for working through it with whatever food he could get delivered and then making his way home via Scully’s place, but tonight was different. He needed to get everything done so he could leave as early as possible. Finishing touches needed to be made.

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Birthday Wishes

Summary: Spending your birthday with Kwon Jiyong

Type: Literally 100% fluff

For @just-let-me-be-your-lover 

P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY THE BESTEST MOST BEAUTIFUL AND KINDEST HUMAN ON THE PLANET!! ^3^ <3 (I’m hoping im posting this at the right time so you see it before you go to bed, because its only 11am here! But whatever happens, just know that i love you, and i am sending you all the digital hugs and love! Happy Birthday, bro! <3 <3 <3)

Originally posted by jiyonggifs

‘Y/N-sshi?…what colour did you say your boyfriend’s car was again?’


You’re only half paying attention to your assistant as you try to finish an important document you had to send off for a radio show in the morning, typing like fire as you see the end in sight, and releasing the longest sigh as soon as you enter the final full stop. Leaning back in your chair, and cracking your back as you do so, you close your eyes, smiling where you’re so thankful that you’d finished your work, finally able to start believing that it actually was your birthday today…

…but thats before you open your eyes and peer over at your assistant to see her stood staring out of the window, mouth hanging open in amazement at something she was looking at.

‘Whats so interesting outside?’ you ask, not bothering to move where you were so tired, and instead seeing her turn her head slowly to stare at you with wide eyes, barely keeping hold of the files she had clutched in her grasp.

‘Your…your boyfriend…what was his name again?’ she stammers, her eyes locking on yours, and without you being consciously aware, a sinking feeling enters you’re stomach, but in the moment you were too tired to notice.

‘Uh…Jiyong. …why?-’

‘Would he…by any chance…also be quite rich?’ she asks, her voice rising dramatically in pitch at the end, and you frown at her question as you sit up in your chair, wondering if she was feeling ill.

‘I suppose you could say he’s quite well-off, why?’ you push, still completely oblivious to the situation as it stood, but not remaining that way for long, with her answer.

‘Because ….a black Lamborghini has just pulled up in the parking lot, and the globally recognized, extensively rich mega-star, Kwon Jiyong had just got out of it, and since he’s just walked into the building, im just wondering if he’s your-’


You jump to your feet almost immediately, striding from your desk to the window in your office with 2 lunges, and feeling your stomach drop out from beneath you as soon as you catch sight of the ridiculously over-priced car; the same one you’d seen leave the apartment complex this morning.

‘I’m going to kill him.’ 

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Ms. Powers- Part 19

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AN: At the bottom with be pics to help you visualize!!

The helicopter landed on the island and you and Steve got out. As soon as you two hit the tarmac Steve grabbed the bags from your hand. “Steve, it’s your birthday, I should be carrying all our bags.”

“Technically it’s not my birthday until next week. And my birthday doesn’t cancel out the fact that I have to be good to my girl.” You grinned as you walked down to where your rental car, a red Audi, was waiting. “Look at this,” Steve said admiring the car. “You going to let me drive?”

You laughed, “It’s not your birthday yet Stevie.” You slide into the driver’s seat and took off towards your beach house with Steve looking out the window and taking in the new scenery. You cruised down road and slowed down when you approached the sudden off the course path. After minutes of driving down the path you saw the brown and white house coming up quick. “This is it,” you said pulling up the main driveway and into the garage.

“This is great,” Steve got out and stretched, taking in the house that was right on the beach. You beat him to the punch and grabbed half the bags.

“Come on, I’ll give you the tour,” you smiled and led him inside your Bermuda home. “This is the living room, the kitchen, and in here,” you pulled open the double doors that lead into the master. “This is our room.” Steve walked into the large white bedroom and looked around before walking to the doors that opened out to the beach. You sat the bags on the floor and walked up behind Steve, wrapping your arms around him. “Want to see the rest of the house?”

He turned around with a smile, “I can think of something else I like to do first,” he lifted you up and walked away from the windows and towards the four post bed.


You woke up to the crashing and the breeze of the waves coming through the open doors in your room. You sat up and clenched the white sheets against your chest and looked around for Steve. You got up, grabbed his discarded shirt, and threw it on before tip toeing out into the main area. “Steve? Stevie?” You walked around and shivered as another breeze hit your skin. You walked up the stairs and saw the upper deck doors open. “Hey, I was wondering where you were,” you went up to Steve and sat down, nuzzling into his side, watching the sunset.

“I didn’t want to wake you so I explored your house a little bit. Nice shirt by the way,” he chuckled.

“Thanks,” you laughed. “Did you get to see the whole place?”

“I did, it’s great. I love it here.”

“Let’s just stay here and never go back,” you pleaded.

“That sounds like a great plan,” he said and kissed your forehead. “How do you feel. Was everything…,” he blushed awkwardly, “ok?”

“I feel great and you were great. I’m glad we waited.”

“Me too.”

*One Week Later*

You carried the tray of breakfast into your room and started singing. “Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dead Steve. Happy birthday to you,” you sang him awake and he sat up with a smile, rubbing his eyes. “Happy birthday, Babe,” you kissed him and sat the tray on his lap.

“Breakfast in bed. I could get used to this special treatment,” he joked and dug in. “This is delicious.”

“Good, I’m glad. And when you’re done with that your birthday present is upstairs on the overlook.” So once Steve was done you stood up on your tip toes and covered his eyes as he crossed the upstairs hallway. “Ready.” He nodded and you uncovered his eyes.

“Wow. Y/N, this is great. This is too much,” he walked forwards and looked at the large spread of art supplies that sat overlooking the ocean. A large essile sat with one of the canvases on it. A stack of boxes with oil paints, acrylic paints, colored pencils, pencils, and another sketch book. “Thank you so much!”

“You are more than welcome. I figured you’d want to sketch out the ocean while we were here or mess around with your new paints.”

“You’re too good to me.” A smirk came across his face and he moved the essile towards one of the chairs. “Take a seat for me right over there,” he pointed.


“Because it’s my birthday. Go on.” You took a seat and got comfortable. “Ok, don’t move a muscle.” He sat down with his new sketchbook, grabbed a pencil, and looked between you and the book. After an hour Steve finally flipped the book closed. “I’ll have to color this and add it to my collection.”


“What do you think I draw all the time.”

“I don’t know, the America flag,” you blushed! “You mean you draw me?”

“You’re my muse. What else would I draw?”


You spent the rest of the day swimming in the ocean and lounging in the sand and when dinner time approached you demanded Steve to shower, get dressed, and relax in the room while you prepared his birthday dinner. “Why can’t I st in here while you make it?”

“Because it’s a surprise! Start coloring in that picture you drew today, that’ll give you something to do.”

“Ok, fine fine,” he gave up with smile and walked into the bathroom to get cleaned and ready. You closed the bedroom doors and got to work in the kitchen, grabbing the fresh fish you had gotten delivered today. You sautéed the veggies, cooked the rice, and pulled out the bottle of wine before you ran on the beach and got your table for the night done.

“Stevie,” you called and waited for him to come out of the room. “You look very handsome. Are you ready for dinner?”

“I’m starving,” you wrapped your arm through his and took a step out onto the deck and followed the lights to the table that sat by the ocean. “You did all this?” You nodded. “This looks delicious.”

You poured the wine and raised your glass. “Happy birthday, Steve.”

“I love you,” he tapped your glass with his and took a sip. After you two finished dinner Steve stood up and held a hand out to you. “Come on. Let’s take a walk.” You took his hand and got up, starting your walk down the beach.

The sun was halfway hidden on the horizon when Steve stopped suddenly and bent down. “What are you doing,” you laughed.

“I saw the coolest shell that I thought you’d love but I can’t see where it went.” He moved around looking for the shell. “Here it is.” He stay kneeled but face you and opened his hand out to you. Except it wasn’t a shell in his hand; it was a diamond ring. “Y/N, the last nearly 2 years have been the greatest of my life. Every day that I get to wake up beside you is automatically an amazing day and I can’t imagine spending a day without wake up next to you. Please, do me the honor and give me the greatest birthday gift, and become my wife.”

“Are you kidding,” you laughed. “This is your birthday, I’m suppose to surprise you!”

“Is that a yes,” he grinned nervously.

“Of course it’s a yes,” you yelled and jumped down into his arms. You backed up just enough to let him slide the 3 stone ring on your finger. “It’s beautiful.”

“I wanted it classic enough that it would remind of us of the old days,” he smiled. “And the band is vibranium so if you ever find yourself in a fight you can still left hook,” he joked.

You wiped the tears from your eyes and planted a large kiss on Steve, “I love it. And I love you.”

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A warm, toasty fire lit up the lone fireplace, bright flames prominently reflected in a mismatch of red and liquid gold eyes.

Akashi battled with sleep as he laid on the carpet, snuggled under a blanket with a pillow to his chest. The clock ticked away to the seconds nearing midnight, and Kuroko, who was comfortably settled beside him, had been preoccupied with his book for the last couple of hours before then.

Although Akashi did not mind the lack of exchange — as both of them had been accustomed to the comfort of each other’s mere presence by now — dozing off to the silence was inevitable at such a time.

It was simply too quiet and he was getting bored.

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Mission Baby Surprise Part 3 [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]


@frootdollhouse “Can you please do a part 3 to the pregnancy surprise!!”

@blueco16 “Ahhhhh I dont just want the next part . I NEED the next part”

@blueoceansandyellowstars “LOvE!! I *need* the next part !!!!! So good!!!!”

Summary: Today’s the day Lin will find out about your secret. Will this all go as planned?

A/N: I’m not sure if this would be the last part. I absolutely love that you enjoy this series! Just <3 thank you thank you and I pretty much freaked out when @gunsandfics, @imdedicatingeverydaytoyou, and @gratitudejoyandsorrow noticed my work! They’re some of my favorite writers and I love you <3 (I sound like a crazed fangirl I’M SORRY!) I love you all, including you. Not the other person reading this, but just you! <3 <3 I need to chill with the hearts but I LOVE THEM awe

A/N 2: Okay okay I know I was supposed to post this tomorrow bUT I JUST COULDN’T WAIT! It’s not my best work but this could count as a 50 follow present? Idk. This means that I won’t post until Wednesday so

Warning: Cursing

Word Count: 927

Part One Part Two Masterlist

“Y/N, darling?” Your heart raced as footsteps followed. “What’s this…” Time for the moment that will change your life. “Hey, Lin!” Pippa emerged from the one of the wings followed by Daveed, Oak, Javi, and Tommy. “Hey, Pip. Is Y/N here? She said she was going to hang out with you today. What is all of this stuff?”

“Oh! The cast is throwing a party for you!” Lin cocked his head to the side.

“Party? It’s not my birthday…” Little did he know, Andrew was filming from the top barricade waiting. “I thought it’d be more obvious but I guess not. Y/N!” Tommy called for you and you popped out of the orchestra pit. “Hi Lin.” You gave him a shy wave and climbed out. He walked towards you and you felt nervous. “Y/N, what is this? You’re throwing a party for me but why,” you saw a flash of panic appear on his face thinking that he caught on, “Oh no, did I forget an important day? Is it your parents’ anniversary?” He started mumbling random important events. You awkwardly laughed and kept your stare on the ground. “No, you didn’t forget anything but my parents aren’t going to be the only parents you know of..” That sounded better in your head. You confused him even further! “Y/N, I know lots of parents. I know the parents of my parents’ parents.” It was your turn to be confused. Everyone circled around you both. “Why is everyone here?”

“Y/N tell the poor guy!” Anthony shouted. Everyone mumbled in agreement obviously getting impatient.

“Well Lin…I-I’m pregnant.” You fiddled with your necklace and waited for a response. After hearing silence for a couple of seconds, you determined that he wasn’t happy. You ran away to Jasmine’s dressing room.


“Lin! What the fuck? Y/N spent thousands of days trying to make this perfect and you just stand there?!” Jasmine yelled. Andrew put away his phone and watched. “I’m going to be a Father..”

“What else does it mean if she’s pregnant?!” Anthony held Jasmine’s hand, trying to keep her calm. “Hey, Prince Charming,” Chris spoke up and Lin looked, “Get your wife.”

You locked yourself in a dressing room too embarrassed to let anyone see you. You were right, this was terrible timing.

Andrew was going down the stairwell when Lin yelled, “Where is she?!” Andrew shrugged, “I don’t know! The last time I saw her was when you denied her..” Andrew then proceeded to walk away before he would get into major trouble. Lin knocked on every single door and when he knocked on the Schuylers’ dressing room he heard sniffling. “Y/N! I can explain!” You didn’t even bother to dry your tears. You unlocked the door and looked at him. “What do y-” You were cut off by a rather passionate kiss and he hugged you. “Y/N I’m sorry! I didn’t mean for that to be a terrible thing! I’ve wanted to start a family but when you told me, I thought this was a dream. I froze up because I was speechless!” He started rambling on and on and he wiped your tears. “You really mean that?”

“Y/N, if you think that I don’t want to grow old and start a family with you for even a split second, you’re wrong. Now are you ready to tell the others?” You nod and smiled.

The rest of the cast noticed you the second you got there “Sorry guys, Lin was speechless so that’s why he didn’t do anything.” The sentence was followed with laughter and Daveed broke the silence when he said, “Okay guys this is fun and all, but when are we going to eat the cake over there?”

The cast swarmed you and Lin with many questions. Some from “So got any names?” or “How was the sex?” You were pulled into many photos and videos. You didn’t know that someone took a photo of you and Lin staring at each other lovingly with the rest of the cast looking at you in mock disgust. You thought this was a perfect photo to post on your social medias.


Guess who’s going to be parents? @Lin_Manuel

Right after that, Lin’s parents rushed over along with yours.

Months Later

“Ouch! That feels like hell!” You gripped onto Lin’s hand as hard as you could and spat,

“Lin shut the fuck up! At least you aren’t being ripped apart!” Yeah, you were in labor. A few months before, you had discovered you were having a boy. You may have gone overboard with the furniture and food cravings. After countless moments of pain, you heard wailing. “It’s a boy!” You finally relaxed for moment when you saw him. The nurse handed your son to you and he stopped crying once he was in your arms. You and Lin were speechless. “Sebastian. Sebastian Christopher Miranda.” You smiled at the fact that not only was your son partially named after Lin’s best friend, but that he was also named after a crab. You had to stay another day just for safety precautions. The cast poured in all day long. Everyone said that he had Lin’s eyes and your hair color. Lin took a photo of you holding Sebastian and posted it on Twitter.


@Y/N Dear Sebastian, what to say to you? You have my eyes you have some crab’s name.

You were surrounded by people you loved. You were right where you wanted to be.

It has been complete. It took me a while to decide what should happen in this chapter. The series is finished!

Birthday Boy (Tobi)

Requested?: Yes, thank you
Warnings: None
Pairing: Tobi and Reader

Sorry this is such a late post on. But I had to get this out while it is still his birthday. I made it just in time.(it’s 10pm where I live)

Happy Birthday Tobi! Hope it was a great day!



I’m up super early today. Earlier than normal, but for a good reason.  That reason? It’s my boyfriends birthday. He’s turning twenty-four today.

So I have decided to get up and make him a birthday breakfast.

As I am just putting the last few pancakes on to cool, I feel two arms wrap around my waist, which belong to my boyfriend. I naturally lean back into his chest, but this time I sigh.

“What’s wrong, princess?”

“You were supposed to stay in bed,” I say softly “I was going to bring you a plate. That way you could eat breakfast in bed on your birthday.”

“I’d rather eat breakfast in here with you.” He says kissing my cheek

“I’ve had an entire day planned out,” I say pushing his arms off of me “Starting with you eating breakfast in bed.”

He sighs “Fine, I will go back to bed. But only if you eat with me.”

“Okay, I will eat with you.”

He smiles and then turns on his heel, walking back to his bedroom.

I smile and turn back around to finish off cooking.

Once I am finished I load up two plates with everything I had made. Pancakes, bacon and a little bit of fruit. Grabbing two glasses of orange juice, I walk towards the bedroom.

“Breakfast is served.” I say, setting the tray down on the bed

“It looks delicious babe.” Tobi says as I hand him his plate and orange juice.

I smile as he begins to eat, as do I. The entire time, we eat on silence. Not an awkward silence, but a comfortable one. This is how most mornings go around here. That is until the work starts outside the windows, which can get annoying.

“They seem to not be working today.” He says

“Yeah, it does seem unusually quiet.”

“Maybe we can finally stay in bed and just watch Netflix. Without getting interrupted.”

“We very well could. Would you rather do that, then what I have planned?”

“Well that depends on what you have planned?”

“Well I had rented out a pitch for us to go to, just to shoot around. Nothing special. Then come back here to get ready for a dinner reservation with the rest of the guys.”

“What time is the pitch rented out for?”

“In about four hours.” I say looking at the clock

Tobi then grabs his remote to his tv and turns to me.

“Then we can watch Netflix for a few hours then.”

I nod “Sounds like a plan.”

He smiles as I move the plates and glasses from the bed. Then cuddling into his side, as he turns on Fresh Prince of Bel Air.

For the next three hours we are watching tv and cuddling. Which is two of my favorite things to do, especially with my favorite boy. It’s not too often that we do this, so I definitely cherish these times.

“Alright, before we go to the pitch. I’ve got to give you your birthday present.” I say getting up from the bed and going over to the closet.

“Here.” I say handing him the present

“Y/N, I told you not to get me anything.” He says taking the box from me

“I know, but I couldn’t resist. Now open it.”

He then tears the paper away, looking up at me shocked.

“No you did not.” He says, opening the box

I had gotten him the football boots that he was talking about getting. Though he would splurge and buy them.

“You were really wanting them, so I got them.” I say shrugging “Now we have matching boots.” I say pulling the same pair out, but in my size.
“Now shall we head to the pitch? Our time starts soon.”

He nods and gets up from the bed, grabbing his reflexive Adidas tracksuit. I grab my sidemen tracksuit and a white sdmn shirt, throwing my hair up in a ponytail.

-At The Pitch-

“Do you want to play a game, or just shoot around?” I ask as we set the footballs down

“How about we just shoot around. Get some practice in for the charity match.”

I nod my head, as I go to kick the ball. I send the ball flying towards the back of the net, right in the top right corner.

“Alright can someone has gotten better.” He says shocked

“Well I have to in order to play and won with you around.” I say as I walk back with my ball

He smiles “I’d always let you win, no matter what.”

I smile and line my shot back up.

The next two hours are filled with us kicking the ball around. Him trying to mess me up and vise versa. Cracking jokes and making up all kinds of puns.

“Alright since we have about ten minutes left here. Why don’t we have a little game?” Tobi says

“What do you have in mind?” I ask, rolling the ball with my foot

“Crossbar challenge. Five shots each. Whoever makes the most out of those, wins.”

“What is the prize?”

“Well if I win, when we get back home you will record a video with me.”

“And if I win?”

“We will do whatever you want to when we get home.”

I nod “Alright you are on.”

He smiles “Ladies first.”

I jokingly curtesy, before lining up my shot.

I end up only hitting three out of the five.

“Alright, beat that.”

He nods, going and lining up his shot. Hitting four out of five.

“Looks like you will be filming a video with me when we get back home.”

I nod “Alright, you won fair and square. But we have a dinner to get to.”

-At The Restaurant-

“Happy Birthday Dear Tobi. Happy Birthday to you.” We all sang

Throughout the song Tobi is smiling and looking around at all his friends. I’m sure that he couldn’t ask for anything more.

He’s always telling me about how much he loves being around these people. Which is exactly why I set up this dinner. So he would be surrounded by his friends.

The dinner itself took around three hours to finish, but that doesn’t really matter. All that matters is that he had a good birthday. Which I’m hoping he did.

-Back at Tobi’s Flat-

“Alright you ready to film a video?” He asks as we get into our room

I nod “Yeah, what game are we playing?”

“I decided not to play a game, but to film a q and a.” He says, sitting down in his chair “As log as that’s okay with you.”

I nod “It’s perfectly fine with me.”

He smiles as I sit down in the chair next to him.

Halfway through the video, he tells he that he has to grab something from his closet. Once he comes back, I can tell he has something in his hand, but I can’t tell what.

“Alright, last question is from me.” Tobi says “And you have to answer truthfully.”

“Okay.” I say, nodding

“Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, this is probably something you weren’t expecting to be asked. Especially on my birthday. But it’s something that cannot wait any longer.” He starts

“I knew from the moment I first met you, that you were the one. Everything about you is perfect. From the way you dance around this flat like no one is watching, to when you are just being lazy with me in bed. I love it all.”

Just from those few words, I knew what was happening.

“So Y/N.” He says, dropping to one knee and opening the box to reveal a beautiful diamond ring “Would you marry me?”

I nod my head, tears falling from my eyes “Yes.” I whisper

“A million times yes.” I say louder this time.

He smiles and slides the ring onto my finger. Leaning up to kiss me.

I can’t believe that I am going to be spending the rest of my life with the man I love.

This is not how I expected or planned this day to go. But I guess since he is the birthday boy, he gets to choose how the day goes.


Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader
Words: 1040
anon: Can I have a fc where the reader and lin are high school sweethearts and she’s a cast member and he proposes to her after a show? Preferably the reader plays Angelica but if you want to make it gender neutral that’s okay too! where Lin
anon: Fic where Lin and Reader are high school sweethearts and the Reader stars in hamilton as angelica/Laurens and after a performance Lin proposes to them? Thanks!!

GUESS WHO’S BACK! If you didn’t guess me i’d be slightly concerned.

all i have to say is that i love Mandy Gonzalez, Anthony Ramos and requests are open as usual! 

i thought i’d post this because it’s Lin’s birthday so this is my gift to you all. I’d hope he didn’t see this because that’d be slightly weird for him but that’s okay.

anyway, much love to all of you! xx



You and Lin had been together for a long time, and by now you could almost always figure out what he was feeling just from a single glance. Today, you could tell he was feeling nervous and you couldn’t figure it out.

“You feeling alright honey?” You asked as the two of you walked into the Richard Rodgers.

“Y-Yeah, of course! Why wouldn’t I be feeling alright?” Lin replied, glancing down at the floor.

“You just seem nervous, that’s all. Is someone important coming and you forgot to mention it? You need to stop doing that, you know,” You stated, sighing.

“No, I promised last time that I would never do that again and so far I have kept my promise! Just, trust me. I’m perfectly fine. Go get changed,” Lin said, pushing you towards your dressing room. You pouted, sticking your head out the door and watching him disappear down the hallway.

Pippa ran into your room with Daveed behind her, shutting the door quickly. “Are you excited?” Pippa asked, smiling.

“Excited for the show? Of course. I am every night,” You replied, sitting down at the table and looking at the door. “Have you guys seen hair and makeup?”

“We sent them to Jasmine. We wanted to talk to you in private,” Daveed replied, sitting down next to you. “Tonight’s going to be extra exciting, let me tell you that.”

“Okay seriously, did Lin invite someone and forget to tell us again? What am I missing here?” You asked, groaning and turning away from the mirror to look at your two friends.

“Lin’s proposing,” Pippa blurted out. Your eyes widened.

“W-What? No way!” You exclaimed, a smile spreading over your face. Daveed slapped Pippa gently.

“We weren’t supposed to tell her! Now you’ve ruined the surprise… damn. I don’t know what we can do now. Promise you’ll still look surprised at bows?” Daveed asked, taking your hands.

You nodded quickly. “You have my word. Now, you two should be off getting ready,” You stated.

“That’s true. See you onstage, (Y/N)!” Pippa said, dragging Daveed out of your dressing room.

For the rest of the show, you were restless. You felt yourself getting more and more anxious. You had been with Lin for such a long time… did you really want to spend the rest of your life with him? He made you happy, that was for sure.

Once the show finished, you all stepped onto the stage and took your final bow. As the applause died down, Lin turned to you and took both of your hands. “Promise you won’t laugh at what I’m about to do… okay?” He whispered, looking down at your hands shyly. You lifted his chin, smiling and kissing him gently.

“I promise,” You replied quietly.

Lin took a deep breath, lowering himself down on one knee. Pippa let out an involuntary squeal, blushing when everyone turned to look at her. She giggled, covering her mouth.

You turned your attention back to Lin, the incredible man who was kneeling in front of you with your hands in his. You could feel the shakiness of his hands in yours, so you squeezed them. It was just enough, and the shakiness decreased.

Lin hesitated as he took another deep breath, finally his mouth opened and he let sweet poetry flow from his soft lips.

“(Y/N), I have known you since I was a tiny teen that was making videos for the internet. Before I had any of this, there was you. And it has always been you, let me promise that. From the moment I saw you in home room, my eyes never left the back of your head. I was always fascinated with the way you learnt. You would become so interested in whatever we were taught, your focus never left the teacher. It was incredible to watch, honestly…”

“I remember it took me exactly three months to gain the courage to ask you out. And in those three months, I tried twelve times before I could finally let the words slip out of my mouth. And even when I could finally talk to you without stuttering, I still ended up screwing it up. I’m not sure why you’re still with me honestly. I mean, I spend the majority of my time writing, and whenever I’m not writing I’m sleeping… but I digress.”

“I’ve already spent so much of my life with you, and I want to continue that. I want to grow old with you. I want to look into your eyes when we both have grey hair as we watch our grandchildren play. I want to hold your hand as we look out at the generation we helped create, at the family we built, and tell you how much I love you. Because I love you, and only you. I should probably wrap it up now because I’m sure these lovely people have other events to attend so I’ll finish this with one simple question: will you marry me?”

You took your hand from Lin’s, wiping the tears from your eyes as he felt through his costume awkwardly. He facepalmed. “I seem to have left your ring in one of my other costumes… so of course you don’t have to give me an answer no-“

You knelt down and kissed Lin passionately, smiling wide. Applause came from the audience and your fellow cast members. Once you pulled away, you helped him to his feet and took his hand again.

“Yes. A thousand times yes.”

Once again, the audience erupted in applause.

“Everyone give it up for the future Mirandas!” Anthony yelled, flashing a cheesy grin in your direction. You all waved to the audience, heading off stage where you once again kissed Lin.

“I-I’m so sorry about the ring situation… I had everything planned, it was supposed to be perfect. I hope it hasn’t made you think too poorly of me.” You scoffed.

“Poorly? Lin, the whole speech was incredible. I think half of the theatre was in tears, not including me. Even Diggs shed a tear. I couldn’t have chosen a better person to spend my life with.”

A large smile spread over Lin’s face. “I feel the same.”

Anakin has too many feels and works himself up into an existential crisis

I have a series of moments from Anakin’s early Padawan days that have been dancing around in my brain and one of them decided it needed to be written today. I think eventually I’ll collect them into an AO3 series, but for now I’ll post them here.

This takes place only a month or so after Naboo, so Ani’s like… 10. I vaguely recall reading that his birthday wasn’t long after Naboo.

(Also, of course the gender panic one wanted out of my brain first. Of course. Discussions of gender ahead.)


“Yes Anakin?”

“How do you know if you’re supposed to be a boy or a girl?”

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anonymous asked:

withyoongi(.)tumblr(.)com post/118959002712/ghost-yoongi-but-instead-of-haunting-you-he-just :O idk you can use this if you want??

Ghost Yoongi but instead of haunting you he just leaves you cute love notes.

((h uh))

yoonmin - secret admirer

jimin peels the blue sticky note off of his binder. “stop drinking milk,” he reads. “you should stay shorter than me. since you’re cuter.”

jimin wrinkles his nose. “what the…” he’s about to toss it when he stops and takes another look at it. since you’re cuter. he purses his lips and looks at the bottle of milk beside him. 

“fine,” jimin sighs to no one and sitting on the window sill, unseen, yoongi grins. 

jimin finishes his lap and bends over, panting. he jogs over to his water bottle only to find a pink post it note stuck to the cap. 

you look hot when you exercise nice muscles. brat.” jimin laughs when he reads it. looking around, he wonders if his secret admirer is still watching and flexes a bicep. 

yoongi falls out of a tree when he sees it but thank god ghosts don’t feel pain anymore. 

“don’t cry. who gives a shit about those bastards,” jimin reads, wiping at the tears on his cheeks. he buries his head in his hands, trying to make himself as small as possible. bruises shine dark and purple against his arms and legs. it’d been a mistake to come out, he shouldn’t have –

he throws the post it note away. “what the fuck is a secret admirer if he just sends you notes and won’t even come out to protect you when the whole school hates your guts,” jimin mutters angrily. he stands up, painfully stretching his arms and legs. he’ll go to class and meet another wave of spitballs and he’ll have to pretend like he doesn’t want to die inside. 

yoongi was sitting in front of jimin the entire time he was crying, transparent fingertips trying to brush away the tears on jimin’s face. when jimin leaves the bathroom, he walks right through yoongi and yoongi looks sadly at the floor, wishing things were different. 

jimin no jimin don’t do it! yoongi wants to scream but there’s nothing he can do he’s a ghost there’s nothing – 

he can only watch as jimin says one last prayer and jumps. 

“JIMIN!” he screams and he disappears, reappearing at the bottom of the building but there’s nothing he can do. jimin lays on the floor, a dark pool of blood staining the concrete and yoongi falls to his knees. “no, no, no, no, no,” he says brokenly and jimin lets out a breathless laugh. 

“wow,” he says. “my secret admirer’s a ghost?” 

yoongi blinks at him. “you can see me?” 

“sorta. very faintly. you’re getting clearer and clearer though. must be because i’m dying.” 

tears begin to fall from yoongi’s eyes. “you shouldn’t have done that. you could have lived a long, happy life.” 

“sorry i’m too weak,” jimin says. “did i disappoint my secret admirer?” 

yoongi shakes his head. “it’s my fault i couldn’t protect you.” 

jimin blinks slowly. he’s losing consciousness. “it isn’t anyone’s fault but mine.” he lifts a hand to brush yoongi’s face but loses energy and it falls limp again. but nevertheless, he’d touched yoongi and that makes yoongi cry harder. “ah…you’re so pretty.” 

people begin to crowd around jimin now and someone calls for an ambulance but it’s too late, too late, and nobody sees yoongi on his knees crying, long after they take jimin’s body away. 

ghosts aren’t supposed to feel pain anymore but yoongi feels like he’s just died a second time.

yoongi flits through the days boredly. no one else has, and will ever, catch yoongi’s interest and he whiles his days away thinking of what he would have written for jimin today. 

on his nineteenth birthday: “our jiminnie is finally an adult, huh? still cute though. brat.” 

on his graduation day: “you finally made it, kid. congratulations!” 

his first girlfriend: “ahhh, this hurts my heart, jiminnie T^T but if she makes you happy, then i’m glad for you. don’t mess up the first kiss, brat!” 

and he wouldn’t have written any more notes for jimin after that in fear that it would scare jimin. but he would have watched over that boy for the rest of his life, wishing that jimin would be happy and smiling every day. 

it’s been five years now. jimin would have been twenty-three.

yoongi still visits jimin’s grave every year to leave him a green post it note.

i love you, park jimin. i miss you.

“hello there, secret admirer!” 

yoongi spins around at the familiar, achingly familiar voice.

“jimin?” he stares. 

“in the…ghostly flesh!” jimin grins. “ahh i finally get to meet you! i’ve been waiting so long, haha.” 


“that’s me!” jimin says and his smile is just as bright as yoongi remembers. “so what’s your name, secret admirer?” 

yoongi reaches out a hand and touches jimin’s cheek. it feels solid under his fingertips. they’re of the same dimension now. “i’m…min yoongi.” 

“nice to meet you, hyung,” jimin grins, eyes curving into crescents. “i’m a little in love with you.” 

“same here…” yoongi says, voice shaky with emotion. “brat.”

7 Days a Week // Matthew Gray Gubler

Personalized request for my 1st place giveaway winner @dollycrybaby! I hope it’s what you wanted :)


“Matthew are you sure you can’t stay?” You asked for the third time as you laid lazily in bed. It was just past five in the morning and the sun was beginning to peak over the horizon that summer day. The blue silk bedsheets were tangled around your body, smelling of sweat and a mixture of your perfume with his cologne. It was a comforting smell that made you feel right at home. You watched as he slowly dressed, still slightly groggy at the early morning.

“I have a few scenes to shoot and they’d kill me if I didn’t show up,” he replied with a small sigh.  The light slowly trickled in through the window illuminating your tan skin in a way that naturally drew his attention to you. You sighed and fell back onto your pillow, your brunette hair shining like a halo around you in the dim light, it’s red tips a glowing ring of fire stark in contrast.

“Fine,” you replied, knowing his commitments were more important than your simple need to hang out. You let out a loud sigh as you thought about what you’d do that day while he was out filming. The most likely answer was chores and that made you sigh even deeper. Things always seemed to be more fun when he was around to do them with, no matter how mundane the task. He chuckled at your disappointment and sat on the bed next to you.

“Do you want to come? You know they all love you,” he asked as he slipped on his shoes. You grinned at his mismatching socks, one striped and the other with polka-dots. It was a charming quirk that you loved. You shook your head, your mattress and soft sheets seeming much more comfortable than hanging around a set early in the morning.

“I’ll go tomorrow,” you replied with a definite nod. He nodded in agreement and stood, tossing you your robe. He laughed as it hit your face and you peeled it off with an amused roll of your eyes.

“Join me for coffee then?” His inviting smile was enough to pull you from your bed and into the kitchen. The sound of the coffee-maker filled the room as you pulled coffee creamer from the refrigerator and a bag of cookies from the cabinet.

“Will you be up when I get home?” Matthew asked, knowing he had a long day ahead of him. He poured both of you coffee and prepared them, a clear sign of how well he knew you since you’d rarely accept anyone else’s attempts to get your coffee just right.

‘Do you want me to be awake when you get home?” You asked with a tilt of you head, taking the mug from his hands. He gave you a playful punch at your question, a fluttering in his stomach at your airiness.

“You know I always do.”


“Here you go,” Kirsten said happily as she handed you a water bottle. You thanked her as she took a seat next to you, the both of you watching the current scene being filmed. Your gaze was set solely on Matthew as he recited his lines to AJ and Shemar.

He was impressive. You surely would have tripped over the mouthful that the writers had written into his script but he managed to get it out without difficulty. You smiled as the camera panned over to AJ for a moment, Matthew taking the opportunity to shoot a wink your way.

“You two are so cute,” Kirsten said with a dreamy sigh. “I’m so glad you found each other. Gubler really needed someone special.”

“He’s special himself,” you replied as you took a sip of cold water. The scene continued to play out and you glanced at the copy of the script in your hands. It would be over soon and you were more than happy about it. You let out a soft yawn that Kirsten caught.

“You need sleep!” she exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around you. You happily let her hug you as you were a huge fan of her warm embraces.

“I’m just waiting for Matthew so we can head home,” you replied with a laugh. It was louder than you had meant for it to be causing you to quickly clasp your hand over your mouth with wide eyes, hoping it didn’t get caught on camera. The last thing you needed was to ruin a shot and end up staying longer in order to reshoot. You let out a sigh of relief as everyone continued as if nothing had happened although you saw Matthew raise his eyebrow just slightly as he recognized your sound.

“I really am tired though,” you added quietly as you removed your glasses for a second in order to rub your eyes.”These are some long days.” Kirsten nodded in understanding. They had all been on set for hours, and today was supposed to be the last day of shooting for the week. People were willing to stay longer in order to ensure they wouldn’t have to come back the next day in order to wrap up.

“That’s the life of actors my love,” she sighed. “And of actors’ significant others by extension.”

You sighed as you slumped into your chair, waiting for Matthew to finish. You personally loved being on set. You had warmed up to all of the cast and created great friendships that you never thought possible. But sometimes the call times were simply ridiculous and you had been there before the sun even rose and past its setting.

Kirsten chuckled as she noticed your eyes shut from exhaustion. You were asleep in an instant, your body refusing to stay awake any longer. She protectively wrapped an arm around you while you slept and continued to watch her co stars film. In just two minutes they were finished and Matthew came bounding up to where you sat.

“She couldn’t take it anymore,” Kirsten explained as Matthew looked questioningly at your sleeping form. He smiled at the peaceful look on your face as you were curled up into yourself.

“It’s late. We should head home,” he replied, bending down to lift you into his arms. Your eyes opened briefly in surprise at being airborne for a second before shutting closed at the sight of him. Your arms lazily wrapped around his neck as he carried you out of the set bridal style.

“You took forever,” you commented sleepily as he opened the car door and fastened you into the passenger seat.

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. Let’s just go home.”

Matthew smiled as you fell back asleep in the car seat. He took a moment to look at you, reminding himself of how crazy it was that he had landed such a great girl who was willing to put up with the craziness of his schedule.


“My god. I can handle the fans but this is ridiculous,” you muttered in annoyance as the two of you walked through the streets of downtown LA. All you had wanted was a nice shopping trip with your boyfriend and instead were now ignoring the calls of paparazzi from across the street.

“It comes with the territory,” Matthew reminded you with a small grin. He’d never really let them get to him. But then again, he wasn’t some huge star which everyone immediately recognized. He’d only dealt with the aggravating cameramen a handful of times. “This is nothing. Imagine if you were dating Brad Pitt.”

“I can so imagine that,” you replied dreamily as you thought about Brad Pitt in his younger days. You overexaggerated the look, knowing Matthew had a small hint of jealousy shoot through him whenever your childhood crush was mentioned. Matthew scoffed at your reply but then chuckled as he realized it was just your playful teasing. The two of you stopped in front of a Tiffany & Co, successfully leaving the swarm of paparazzi out on the street. You spent the next hour picking out a necklace for your best friend’s upcoming birthday before finally settling on a simple diamond piece.

“You know that there’s going to be rumors of an engagement tomorrow,” you sighed as the two of you exited the store only to be met with the flashing of cameras. The amount of paparazzi had grown while you were inside and were now in the process of yelling, asking if the two of you were picking out a ring.

“That’s not such a bad insinuation,” Matthew replied with an uncharacteristically shy smile. You felt your heart leap as you realized what he meant.

“Well then I guess we won’t mind seeing those tabloids,” you smiled brightly. He smiled broadly,his eyes disappearing as he flashed you his perfect teeth. With a happy laugh he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and lead you away from the small frenzy of photographers.


Your loud laughs filled the room as Matthew switched through the snapchat filters on his phone. The two of you had been laying in bed taking selfies for what seemed like over an hour now and you were still amused. You always lost track of time around Matthew but you weren’t complaining.

“We’re cute pups,” he commented as he switched to the dog filter. You laughed as he took the photo, saving it onto his phone before sending it to his closest friends. You grinned as your own phone lit up with the notification that he had sent you a picture.

Matthew switched to the regular camera and began to take a flurry of pictures as you laughed, capturing the sweet moment of your smile. He grinned victoriously as he looked through them and stopped on one.

“This is my favorite,” he commented as he showed you the phone. It was a picture of him looking at you with a broad smile with you looking back at him, your mouth open in an amused laugh. It was a cute photo that had captured the happy essence of the moment, and the way he looked at you was the same way all girls longed to be stared at by a man. It was your favorite too.

“You’re posting it?” You asked with a raised eyebrow as he opened up his instagram. He nodded with a small grin.

“Yeah. I want this moment to live on forever,” he replied as he posted the picture. Immediately his account was filled with likes and comments from fans, ranging from cute to downright nasty jealous words. He shrugged the comments off and closed the app once more.

“You never do that,” you said with a subtle happiness ringing in your voice. The edges of his lips tugged in a small grin.

“I like keeping my love life private. You’re so beautiful I’m scared someone will steal you away.”

You snorted at his response and rolled your eyes playfully.

“Steal me away. Yeah right,” you laughed. Your melodic laughter was contagious as he chuckled, turning to face you.

“It’s true.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Oh? You don’t believe me?” He asked with a devilish grin. Your eyes widened as you noticed him flex his long fingers.

“Matthew don’t!” You shrieked as he lunged straight at you, his hands attacking your sides and sending you into a giggling fit. He grinned like a mad man as he tickled you, your loud laughter filling the home with a sense of childish play.


“This is the life,” you said with a happy sigh as you sat back on the couch. In front of you sat a array of half-eaten foods. Pizza, fries, burgers, sushi, chicken wings, and every other imaginable food was strewn across the coffee table that sat in the middle of the living room.

Matthew groaned as he slumped back next to you holding his stomach.

“Maybe we ordered too much food,” he said, feeling as if his stomach was seconds from exploding. He lazily unbuttoned his jeans and sighed at the small instant relief of not being constricted. The two of you had gone slightly crazy when you rummaged through the stack of takeout menus he kept in a kitchen drawer. You had meant to order from only one place but everything just looked so damn good. The two of you had split the work, you calling half the places to order and him calling the others. It had been quite the funny sight to see a variety of takeout cars all pull up around the same time. The workers had looked at each other in confusion before looking back at the two of you, having decided that you guys were either crazy or had a large group of people inside.

But you didn’t have a large group of people. It was just the two of you, and you had gone slightly insane with hunger.

“Y/N?” he said quietly as his body fell sideways, colliding straight into your lap.

“Yes Matthew?” you replied with a small grunt as he hit your full stomach on the way down.

“I feel like I’m dying. Tell my mother I love her,” he spoke exaggeratedly as he pretending to pass on to the other side. You rolled your eyes at his dramatics. There was no doubt he was an actor.

“I’m dying too,” you replied with a groan as the fabric of your jeans seemed to be uncomfortable against your bloated stomach. He smirked, undoing the button and giving you a small wiggle of his eyebrows when you sighed in relief.

“At least we’ll die together,” he replied, naming the one silver lining of the current situation. “Matthew Gray Gubler and girlfriend Y/N found dead in home. Cause of death: Food.”


“It’s too big. It won’t fit.”

“That’s what she said,” you replied with a childish grin. Matthew gave you a disbelieving look as he continued to try and shove your suitcase into the trunk of his car.

“Why did you pack so much? We’re only going to San Francisco for a few days,” he asked as he gave one last final push and successfully got it in. He wiped the sweat off of his forehead and closed the trunk with a thud.

“I like to be prepared,” you replied with a shrug. He shook his head, giving you a kiss on your forehead before playfully shoving you towards the passenger door.

“Come on. It’s a long drive,” he urged as he slid into the driver’s seat.

Matthew was laughing wildly as you continued to belt out Spice Girl’s lyrics at the top of your lungs, dancing along as he drove on the highway. If there was one thing he loved about you it was the loudness that overtook you once you grew comfortable. He looked at you from his peripheral vision, laughing at the little shimmy you gave before turning his attention back to the road.


“Jesus Christ,” Matthew laughed as you sang loudly, staring straight at the car next to you. You were doing everything possible to attract the driver’s attention, putting on a concert especially for her. The teenage girl who drove immediately noticed you and laughed, undoubtedly already planning to tell her friends that she had seen a girl singing crazily on her way home.

“What?” You replied innocently as you turned the music down with a smile. He shook his head, his hand wiping away small tears of laughter and his stomach aching from the force. He couldn’t think of anyone else he would rather take a road trip with.

“I love you, you know that right?” He replied with a smile as his hand laced with yours, placing a small kiss on your knuckles.


Your legs ached after an eventful day visiting the pier. Matthew had enjoyed watching you scurry around, buying random trinkets to bring back home for your family and friends. You had even dared to take a tour of Alcatraz, holding onto Matthew’s hand tightly as you listened to the tour guide in the headphones provided for you. It had been an adventurous day which ended with the two of you back in your hotel room, wrapped in bedsheets with the television on. Food service had been called two hours before, and the empty dishes were placed sporadically around the room.

“Tarzan or The Lion King?” Matthew asked as he scrolled through the on demand movies available. You’d both decided on having a Disney night. You’d already gotten through Big Hero 6 and were now debating over older classic films.

“The Lion King,” you replied definitely with a nod. He clicked on it, accepting the ridiculous charge of five dollars a movie and set the remote down next to him.

“We should go to Disneyland,” you suggested as you curled into his side. The thought of visiting the happiest place on earth with him was enough to make you smile to yourself.

“We could go on our way back,” he agreed with a yawn. You nodded and yawned as well, the day’s activities finally catching up with you. You struggled to keep your eyes open as you watched Simba on the screen, Matthew’s hands running softly through your hair.

Matthew blinked as sleep fought to overtake him. It was past midnight and between the long drive the day before and the lively afternoon the two of you had, his body was exhausted. He felt your own body grow heavier as you fell asleep beside him. He felt sense of warmth overtake his body as he pulled you in closer, craving to feel your skin on his. His heart swelled as you sleepily gave his chest a kiss, murmuring words that he couldn’t quite make out and yet made him feel as if he was exactly where he needed to be. And it was all due to you, the wonderful girl in his arms that seemed to comfort and yet keep him on his toes all at once. He was happy now. Truly, genuinely happy.

Through Thick & Thin (Bucky x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys!! I hope all of you had a great christmas and got all the gifts y’all wanted!! Anyway here’s a Bucky fic!! I’m so sorry, anon, for posting a bit late, I was supposed to post yesterday but I ended up wasting the whole day away outside😅 I still hoped that you had a great birthday!! I hope this was what you wanted. Enjoy!!

Request: Hello :) Can I send you a request with Bucky for my birthday today where he gets the Mission as the Winter Soldier that he has to kill you (you were his girlfriend in bucharest). Then one day he gets you and has you pinned down with a gun to your head but he cant shot as he Looks into your eyes. Then you pull him down and kiss him, which brings him back to his “normal” self. Something like this with a happy end if you like ? :) thank youuuuuu

Warnings: a tiny bit of violence

Your eyes fluttered open as the sunlight streamed in from the windows, you yawn as you tried to sit up, pausing halfway when you felt something cool and heavy resting on your abdomen. Looking down, you saw Bucky wounding his metal arm your waist as he placed his head on your stomach.

“Good morning,” you said to him as you leaned down to place a kiss on the top of his head. He shifted his head to look at you with a sleepy smile.

“Morning, doll.”

You smiled back as you stretched your body, causing Bucky to hold you tighter. You nudged his shoulders. “Come on, it’s time to get up. I have to get to work.”

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Ed listens — and is inspired — as the relationship between one of his best friends and his best friend develops and changes into something wonderful.


Note: I can pretty much guarantee that this is not at all what was expected. I had this idea in my head of it being told from Ed’s perspective but the vision in my head was soo much better. Anyway, there IS another part I’m working on, and it will actually be the way I usually write so bear with me?


The first time Ed notices the shift in Harry’s behaviour around Niall is when both lads are at his house for dinner one evening.

The whole of One Direction are here, laughing and having pints while they wait for the ribs on the BBQ. They’re all loud and rambunctious, talking over each other the way they always do in interviews and every now and then Ed sort of regrets inviting them all over at the same time. It’s not that he doesn’t like hanging out with all of them — it’s just that they’re easier to handle in small quantities.

Louis’ the worst. He’s the one who starts everything, the one who encourages everyone else — the one who could talk anyone into anything without even batting an eyelash. Zayn’s not far behind Louis. He’s quiet on the outside, a bit shy and reserved — but Louis unleashes the little terror in him every time. Liam, from what he’s heard anyway, was the only sensible, the “daddy”, the one who sat back with the imaginary first-aid kit and watched while everyone else risked their lives — but Ed’s never seen that side of him because, quite frankly, he’s almost as bad as Louis now that he’s “let loose a bit.”

Harry and Niall are a bit different. They tag along, of course, stir up trouble just like the others but Harry’s a bit too clumsy and awkward to take seriously and Niall, well, he’s a bit too soft-around-the edges to be labelled much of a menace.

The entire day feels like babysitting a bunch of children — it doesn’t help that those children manage to turn the rest of Ed’s older, maturer friends into actual children as well — and Ed sort of regrets it, except he doesn’t.

He doesn’t even know when he notices Harry — or, rather, Harry with Niall — he just sort of…does. And, after that, it’s like he can’t stop noticing.

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