i-came-alone

heathers songs summarized with hamilton lyrics.

beautiful - the problem is I got a lot of brains but no polish

candy store - ahh, so you’ve discussed me. I’m a trust fund, baby, you can trust me

freeze your brain - and if there’s a reason I’m still alive when everyone who loves me has died

big fun - they’ll tell the story of tonight. let’s have another round tonight

dead girl walking - I’m so sorry to bother you at home, but I don’t know where to go, and I came here all alone…

me inside of me - who lives, who dies, who tells your story?

blue - then you walked in and my heart went “Boom!”

our love is god - I’m sure I don’t know what you mean you forget yourself. You’re like me, I’m never satisfied.

prom or hell? - Lord, show me how to say no to this. I don’t know how to say no to this

my dead gay son - look at my son. pride is not the word I’m looking for; there is so much more inside me now

seventeen - when you’re gone, I’ll go mad, so don’t throw away this thing we had

shine a light - stay alive ‘til this horror show is past

lifeboat - I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory. is this where it gets me, on my feet, several feet ahead of me?

shine a light (reprise) - you’re absolutely right, John should have shot him in the mouth that would’ve shut him up

kindergarten boyfriend - with only memories of when you were mine.

yo girl - do you know how hard it is to lead? you’re on your own

meant to be yours - I used to hear him say that someday I would blow us all away

dead girl walking (reprise) - this is the eye of the hurricane, this is the only
way I can protect my legacy

i am damaged - dying is easy, young man. living is harder

seventeen (reprise) - look around, look around, at how lucky we are to be alive right now

Maria's Version - Say No To This Parody

So like why hasn’t anyone written Maria’s side of Say No To This?

Not in the Say Yes To This, mixtape style but like the original album style. Like the same way, same beats and all but different. I don’t know how to explain it and all but eh. So, @feral-tomcat-hamilton helped me with most of this and created a ton of this, so most of the credit goes to them, they are an angel

Of course, the original song belongs to Lin and the production of Hamilton: An American Musical. So, please don’t sue me if you see this.

So it would be like this:

I don’t like to go down to the city.

But when I do, I make sure I look pretty.

Clothed in a red dress, eyes filled with pity.

Toxic summer air, I can smell it.

Alexander hungrily stares, I can tell it.

I hadn’t eaten in a week, I was beat, I was afraid.

I hadn’t been this scared in a relationship, I needed a break.

Longing for freedom, hating this strife.

That’s when I walked into Mr. Hamilton’s life.
I said

I know you are a man of honor. I’m so sorry to bother you at home. But I don’t know where to go

And I came here all alone (I said)

My husband’s doing me wrong. Beating me, cheating me, mistreating me. Suddenly he’s up and gone. I don’t have the means to go on

So he offered me a loan. He offered to walk me home. I said

You’re too kind, Sir

He gave me 30 bucks that he had socked away. I lived a block away.

I said

This one’s mine, Sir

Then he said “well, I should head back home”

I turned red.
I led him to my bed.
Let my legs spread, and said.

Stay

Hey…

Hey…

Then I pull his mouth onto mine, and he doesn’t say no to this.

He doesn’t say no to this.

He doesn’t know how to say no to this

Oh my god, he’s so helpless, and my kiss makes him say hell yes.

(Woah…) Lord, don’t show him how to say no to this

I don’t want him to say no to this

In my mind I can’t let him go

Go, go, go

Then I pull his mouth is on mine

And he doesn’t say-

No! Go!

Say no to this

No! Go! Say no to this.

No! Go! Say no to this. No! Go!

Say no to this

The fact of the matter I’m not the only one blame here. I wasn’t the only one to have sex there.

A month into this endeavour he recieved a letter from my husband James even better it said:

Dear Sir,

I hope this letter finds you in good health

And in a prosperous enough position to put wealth

In the pockets of people like me
Down on their luck

You see, that was my wife who you decided to

(Maria saying this furiously at the letter.) Fuck!

Uh-oh! You made the wrong sucker a cuckold

So time to pay the piper for the pants you unbuckled

And hey, you can keep seeing my whore wife

If the price is right

If not I’m telling your wife

I hated the letter, simply it could’ve been better

I tried to keep to my self, but it’s hard to do that when Alex is losing is wealth.

He raced to place

Screamed in my face putting guilt on my part

Forgetting that I even have a heart.

Mad. Angry. Up in my space

I cried “No sir!”

So was the whole story a set-up?

I don’t know about the letter!

Stop crying, goddammit, get up!

I didn’t know any better!

I am ruined!

Please don’t leave me!

I am helpless!

How could I do this?!

Just give him what he wants
And you can have me!
Whatever he wants
If you pay
You can stay!

Lord, show me how to help him with this

He doesn’t know how to say no to this

But the situation’s helpless (Helpless…)

And his body’s screaming, “hell yes”

(Woah…) Lord, don’t show him how to say no to this

How can he say no to this

I beg him not to go
Go, go, go

When his body on mine he does not say no.

He doesn’t say
No!

Yes! (Yeah…)

Say no to this!
No!

Yes! (Yeah…)

I want to help him with this.(Yeah…)
No!

Yes! (Yeah…)

Say no to this(Yeah…)

I want to help him with this

I don’t

Say no to this

There is nowhere I can go

Go, go, go

So?

Nobody needs to know

Man Out of Time

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve has a nightmare and you comfort him.

Words: 1129

Warning: Nightmare, mild descriptions of WW2, sad Steve


You always knew when Steve was awake, the springs in the mattress would creak when he sat up, and you could almost feel the tense energy radiating off of him.

As your eyes adjusted to the dark, you registered his labored breathing.

“Steve?” You said softly, turning around. You could see him sitting up, clutching his bare chest; the moonlight from the window illuminated the sheen of sweat that covered him. “Steve?” you said again. His other hand twisted into the sheets, his muscles shook from how hard he was gripping the fabric.

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great comet songs summarized by hamilton quotes
  • prologue: we have a war to fight, let's move along.
  • pierre: meanwhile in all the bleedin' and fightin', i've been readin' and writin'
  • moscow: and we just happen to be in the greatest city in the world!
  • the private and intimate life of the house: you'll be back. soon you'll see. you'll remember you belong to me.
  • natasha & bolkonskys: here's an itemized list of thirty years of disagreements! sweet jesus!
  • no one else: look into your eyes, and the sky's the limit, i'm helpless! down for the count, and i'm drowning in 'em.
  • the opera: i have never been the type to try and grab the spotlight. we were at a revel with some revels on a hot night.
  • natasha & anatole: trying to catch your eyes from the side of the ballroom.
  • natasha lost: how could i dO this?
  • the duel (part one): no more sex, pour me another brew, son!
  • the duel (part two): can we agree that duels are dumb and immature? sure, but your man has to answer for his words.
  • dust and ashes: i imagine death so much, it feels more like a memory. is this where it gets me? on my feet, several feet ahead of me? if i see it coming, do i run, or fire my gun, or let it be? there is no beat, no melody.
  • sunday morning: i take the children to church on sundays, the sign of the cross at the door.
  • charming: i'm so sorry to bother you at home, but i don't know where to go, and i came here all alone.
  • the ball: lord, show me how to say no to this, i don't know how to say no to this. in my mind i'm trying to go, then her (his) mouth is on mine, and i don't say no!
  • letters: why do you write like you're running out of time?
  • sonya & natasha: be careful with that one, love, he will do what it takes to survive.
  • sonya alone: i know my sister like i know my own mind, you will never find anyone as trusting or as kind. i love my sister more than anything in this life, i will choose her happiness over mine, every time.
  • preparations: rumors only grow, and we both know what we know.
  • balaga: no one has more resilience, or matches my practical, tactical brilliance!
  • the abduction: one last time, relax, have a drink with me. one last time, let's take a break tonight, and i'll teach you how to say goodbye.
  • in my house: most of them in my own house. DAMN! you ever see somebody ruin their own life?
  • a call to pierre: *jefferson voice* whaaaaaaaaaaaaat
  • find anatole: i'm not here for you.
  • pierre & anatole: congratulations. you have invented a new kind of stupid. a damage you can never undo kind of stupid. an open all the cages in the zoo kind of stupid. truly, you didn't think this through, KIND OF STUPID.
  • natasha very ill: i'm erasing myself from the narrative. you have torn it all apart, i'm watching it burn.
  • pierre & andrey: don't lecture ME about the war, you didn't fight in it! i almost died in a trench, while you were off getting high with the french!
  • pierre & natasha: if you see him in the street, walking by her side, talking by her side, have pity. they are going through the unimaginable.
  • the great comet of 1812: let me tell you what i wish i'd known, when i was young and dreamed of glory.

Spring comes slowly and quietly
to allow Winter to withdraw
slowly and quietly.
The color of the mountain afternoon
is tinged with nostalgia.
The terrible war flower
has left her footprints-
countless petals of separation and death
in white and violet.
Very tenderly, the wound opens itself in the depths of my heart.
Its color is the color of blood,
its nature the nature of separation.

The beauty of Spring blocks my way.
How could I find another path up the mountain?

I suffer so. My soul is frozen.
My heart vibrates like the fragile string of a lute
left out in a stormy night.
Yes, it is really there. Spring has really come.
But the mourning is heard
clearly, unmistakably,
in the wonderful sounds of the birds.
The morning mist is already born.
The breeze of Spring in its song
expresses both my love and my despair.
The cosmos is so indifferent. Why?
To the harbor, I came alone,
and now I leave alone.

There are so many paths leading to the homeland.
They all talk to me in silence. I invoke the Absolute.
Spring has come
to every corner of the ten directions.
Its, alas, is only the song
of departure.

—  Thich Nhat Hanh
Oscars Red Carpet (Shawn Mendes x Reader)

Originally posted by danks-gif

« How much glamour, fame, and excitement can one red carpet take? Welcome everyone to Hollywood’s biggest night, the 89th Academy Awards, welcome everyone to the Oscars!” Robin Roberts shouted to the camera.

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“Okay Y/N, here we are!” Your manager and close friend, tapped your shoulder excitedly. It was your first Oscars and first ever nomination. So, the butterflies in your stomach were definitely fluttering like mad and they have been for the past two weeks.

Your phone beeped, and you opened it to a text from Shawn.

Hey baby, I’m so sorry I can’t be there for your big night. Just know that I am so fucking proud of you and everything you’ve worked for. I’m staying up all night in Japan to watch ya.

An “aww” slipped from your mouth as you smiled.

Are you watching live?

Yep, did you get to the Dolby Theatre yet?

Yeah I’m in the car. Stepping out right now. Look out for me ;) hint: my dress is (favourite color)

Trust me, I will be. You’re going to be the most beautiful on the whole red carpet x

“Alright, time for us to go!”

You took a deep breath, fixed your hair and stepped out. The second your foot stepped on the red carpet the cameras started flashing.

You walked your way onto the carpet. Your manager’s words and instructions going through your head. Go on the carpet. Pose. Keep on walking. Then go talk to Robin.

And that’s exactly what you did.

You felt like a real princess. You walked down the carpet, slowly, your long dress trailing behind you magnificently. You smiled to the cameras, twirled, and of course; you couldn’t help but goof around a little. That’s just who you are. Spotting one of your best friends, you decided to have a little red carpet fun.

Hailee Steinfeld posed in her white dress, giving the cameras long seductive stares. Suddenly her serious expression turned into a terror-stricken one as she felt two hands clutch at her shoulders.

“OH MY GOD Y/N!” She yelled, turning around to see you. You tried your best not to let your tears of laughter slip out knowing that would ruin your makeup.

“Hiii. Don’t you look fricken fabulous?” You said to her.

“UM I can say the same about you.” She grinned.

You took a few pictures together, then carried on the red carpet, saying hi to some of your favourite actors.

Nearing Robin’s platform, you looked up at her and she spotted you grinning.

“Oh ladies and gentlemen I see Y/N Y/L/N approaching!”

You mounted the little step and hugged her.

“Hi Y/N wow this is so fun meeting you!”
“Hi hi, likewise!”

“So, first Oscars huh? Who’d you come with?”

“Oh I came here alone haha. Yeah Shawn’s in Japan and my friends got school.”

“Oh right, Shawn Mendes, you two are really Hollywood’s couple huh!”

“Well I think so.” You giggled.

“How’s it going with him?”

“It is going wonderful. I um can’t ask for more.” You gushed.

“Aww did you guys hear that, can these two get any cuter? Seriously though, do you guys ever fight?”

“Hahahaha, we do, little ones. They’ll usually be small bickers over stupid things. Like actually once, Shawn got pissed at me because I showered too long and started saying random stuff and bringing up the ecosystem haha.”

“Hahahaa. So what would he say if he was here?”

An idea came through your mind.

“Oh my god! Well actually he’s watching right now, hi babe!” You waved at the camera. “Wanna try FaceTiming him? Can we do that?” You asked the cameramen around you.

“What a fun idea! Let’s do it.”
You pulled out your phone and rang him. Surprisingly, he picked up. He was in his PJs and a Japan hoodie. He looked positively overjoyed.

“Hi babe!” You said to the phone. The cameras zoomed into the screen.

“Hi darling! How are you? You look gorgeous.”
“Thank you.” You blushed.

“HI I’M HERE TOO.” Robin popped up from behind your shoulder.

“Hi!” Shawn grinned. “So what do the Oscars red carpet look like?”

You took your phone and gave a 360 view of what was around you.

“So Shawn how does this feel like, your girlfriend being nominated for an Oscar?”

“Oh my god, it’s surreal. I’m so proud you know, each time someone says Y/N Y/L/N I can scream: She’s my girlfriend!” he said.

You chuckled.

“Alright we gotta go, text you later!”

“Bye Y/N, I love you and good luck baby. Bye Robin!”

“God you guys are too cute.” Robin said once again. “Alright let’s move on to Lara!”

The cameras zoomed away, as Robin continued to talk to you.

“You look great really.”

“Thank you so much Robin, you too!”

“So, what would winning this mean to you?”

“Oh my god, it’d mean the world. Like literally. Um, all my life I have struggled and I remember in my teen years, my dreams would seem so far you know? And just the fact of being here is a dream come true, and it proves to 15 year-old me that as long as you work you can do it. And hopefully teens will watch this and this’ll prove it to them as well.”

“Now that is a winning speech right there.” Robin smiled, touching your arm friendlily. “Well it has been awesome having you, but oh my we must be getting on the show is going to start! All the luck tonight, Y/N.”

“Thank you, so much.”

All the luck, Y/N.

Will you win the Oscar? To be continued when the show actually begins hahahaa I am writing live here!

I saved your ass

Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader

Word Count: 1648

Warnings: mmh, none.


I used to take refuge at Hale’s House. Since there had been the burning, and the few survivors had left Beacon Hills, the house was by now abandoned. I needed a place to stay a bit alone, away from my family, from my friends, and everyone else. It was my secret refuge, until Derek Hale wasn’t returned to the city. The first time I met him, he found me while I was sitting on one of the sofas in the room on the second floor, with a book in my hand. As soon as I looked up, and saw him, I jumped up, and panicked, I ran away.
I saw Derek a few days later, when one of my friends, Scott, had been bitten by a werewolf. The first time Stiles told me, I began to laugh. Who knew that the stories about werewolves were true?
And when Stiles told me that Derek was a werewolf, I had a stroke. Scott and Stiles had decided to talk to him, and asked me to follow them. Hesitantly, I decided finally to go. When I saw Derek, I felt speed up the heart; the first time, I had only fleetingly, however, in that moment my eyes wouldn’t stop exploring his body. He was cute, and his mysterious look.. I still fascinated more.
After the conversation between Scott and Derek, this last came towards me.
“There was no need for you to run away, the last time. You can come here when you want to hide.”
At first I decided not to go into the house; to know that I was no longer alone, it made me feel.. nervous. I felt uncomfortable, knowing that there was Derek.
One day, however, I quarreled furiously with my father, and not knowing where else to go, I ran to Derek. I had tears in my eyes, when I knocked on the front door. Derek just saw me, his face turned from confused to worried. He asked me what had happened, and surprisingly, he embraced me. I didn’t expect such a.. lovely gesture from him. I didn’t say what had happened, I asked only awkwardly if I could stay, and he, without another word, made me sit in the house.
From that moment I went to go to Derek’s house, whenever I needed it.
Stay in that house, alone with Derek, it was not easy. I was always nervous in his presence, even though I tried to ignore it, I knew he felt my nervousness. Even without his wolf powers.
The guy used to train, and I.. I tried not to look at him. Even though my eyes were always on him.
One afternoon, as I entered Hale’s house (by now I entered without even knocking), I saw Derek while exercising on chin-up bar, without a shirt. I was behind his, watching his body, his arms muscles, his tattoo on the back. I had realized how much he had been beautiful for a long time, but at that moment, seeing him there, his body was naked and sweaty.. I suddenly felt the butterflies in the stomach. I jumped when Derek jumped on the floor; he turned to me and greeted me.
“You’re right?” he asked me, knowing that my heart beat hard. I didn’t have time to answer, that a worried look formed on Derek’s face.
“Derek? Something wrong?”
“You came alone?”
I frowned, and Derek’s question put me in confusion. Did he feel the presence of someone else besides us?
Suddenly Derek shook my arm and dragged me to one of the couches in the next room.
“Don’t move from here, do you understand? Y/n, don’t make noise.”
“But Der-” I couldn’t finish the sentence that I heard the front door being broken by someone. Derek looked up at the people who had come home, and turned into a wolf, fluttered over them. I couldn’t see anything behind my hiding place, but I felt perfectly the noises of the fight between Derek and somebody else.
Suddenly, I heard a female voice speak to Derek, and I immediately realized that she was Kate Argent. She said she missed Derek, and she missed having fun with him, like when they were young.
A dirt of jealousy invaded my body; I didn’t know that they were attending, and thinking of Kate in Derek’s arms.. I threw that thought out of my mind.
When I suddenly heard Derek scream with pain, I jerked, and I shouted.
“Who is there?” shouted Kate.
I put my hand to my mouth, trying not to make any other noise. Kate shifted her attention again to Derek, continuing to torture him.
I was tired of hearing the boy screaming because of the pain, and I realized that one of the windows in the room was open, an idea came to my mind. It was crazy, but I couldn’t stay there doing nothing. I had to help Derek.
Suddenly, I got out of my hiding place, and I found face to face with Kate. I saw Derek, his chest covered with wounds, and he almost faded on the floor.
“Who are you?”
I didn’t know what to say; I looked at Derek, who looked with me gazing at me, but instead I said the first thing that came to my mind.
“Do you want to hurt Derek? Take me.”
Kate was surprised to hear those words, and Derek was also surprised, but that was the only thing I had thought to say.
“And who are you, her fiancée?” said the hunter, laughing, “Impossible; you’re just a stupid little girl, you’re so afraid your legs are shaking.”
His words hit me like knives that fluttered in my stomach, but I tried to be as bold as possible for Derek, and so I answered.
“At least I’m not a bitch like you. Why do you think Derek got tired of you and left you?“
I was surprised at my own words; I had never been courageous, but at that moment I just wanted to save Derek.
Anger took over on Kate, and her gun quickly pointed to me; it was a moment. I turned to the open window, and I went out, but not before I heard a shot, and a bullet hit my shoulder.
I caught a scream, but despite the pain, I managed to get out of the house, and I found myself out on the porch. I touched my wounded shoulder, and I noticed she was beginning to lose blood.
I heard more shots, and when I turned, I saw Derek jump out of the window and run to me.
Without thinking about it twice, I started running off into the woods, with Derek being a few yards away from me. He and me had been away from home very much, and suddenly I heard Derek call me and say stop.
I put my hands on my knees, tired of the long run; Derek came to me and checked my shoulder.
“We have to remove the bullet, and quickly.”
Derek and me decided to go to Deaton, the city’s veterinarian. When the doctor saw me and Derek entered the veterinary clinic, he immediately realized that something had happened to hunters and werewolves.
Deaton put me on the steel counter in his operating room, and he asked me to take off the jacket and knit. At first I hesitated, but then I did what he asked me. I felt so embarrassed, sitting there, with nothing else but the bra, while Derek, on the other side of the room, was just staring at me. I blushed, thinking at the time that Derek was also without knitwear.
“This will hurt a little.” Deaton said, as he took a pair of pliers and slipped into the wound.
I felt my body wring out for pain; Derek came to me and shook my hand between his. My eyes met his, and I saw the concern on his face. I made a smile to calm him, but the pain came back when Deaton pushed the clamp in my flesh even further; The bullet had come in deep, and it wasn’t easy to extract it. My usual fortune. Derek shook my hand more, and suddenly the pain calmed, until it disappeared altogether. I looked surprised Derek, I wanted to know how he did, but I heard Deaton sigh.
“Behold, I have done. Now I sew the wound, and then I’ll give you some medicine to take.”
After about ten minutes, the wound was completely closed, and all that time I had not felt pain. Deaton told me to rest for a few days, then he left me and Derek alone.
The boy came closer to me, and putting his hands on my hips, he managed to lock me on the counter. I couldn’t get off.
“I thought I told you to stay hidden.”
Derek’s serious voice sent me on turns; he was trying to get angry, but I knew he was worried.
“I saved your ass, Hale.”
“Kate shot you.”
I was trying to stay focused on the conversation I was having with Derek, but I was just thinking that he was close to me, too close, and that we were both naked. I looked away from his, and took a look at my shoulder.
“It doesn’t hurt.”
“Yeah, because I helped you.”
Curious to know how he had done, I asked him.
“Wolves Secrets.”
I rolled my eyes as Derek took my jacket, and put it on my shoulders.
“Anyway, you’re right. You saved my life. But.. don’t do it again.” Derek said; he approached me, and hug me, making me blush.
“I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
There had never been such a thing between me and Derek, and that made me confused, and oddly happy.
Perhaps Derek wasn’t the scurvy person who wanted to believe others.


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Chase You Down (4)

Bucky x Reader

Based off of Chase You Down by RUNAGROUND

Summary: The infamous Brooklyn mob boss, Bucky Barnes, has a tendency of sleeping around and killing people on a short fuse. So what happens when a certain girl catches his eye and turns his already shitty world upside down?

BEFORE YOU READ: this is a semi-oc fic! You can still insert your name into the fic, that’s not changing. However, ‘you’, will have some characteristics that ‘you’ might not actually have in real time. It just fits the story better if I actually describe it instead of leaving holes in the story. Enjoy!

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), swearing, fluff, angst (grab a tissue box you’re going to need it)

Word Count: 2.7k+

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Epilogue

Originally posted by oreo-wonderbatch

I love waking up to a warm bed side. Companionship is amazing and going to bed and waking up to the person you love most is an amazing feeling.

It’s been almost a week since the house incident and I haven’t let her out of my sight. I know I’m being paranoid, but I can’t help it. I’m scared for her. I’m worried what might happen to her if I take my eyes off her for too long. I can’t lose her.

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To Have You Again - Thranduil

Originally posted by thranduillover2013

38. “Because even the sun can wish to be among the stars.”

43. “Do you think you could be happy here? With me?”

A/N: This request was also sent with another for Sauron. It will not be posted until all are done, just because I have no idea how to write it. :)

Warnings: Mentions of war

Words: 1500

My bare feet padded against the cold, wooden walkways that weaved their way through the realm of Mirkwood, the light clinking of elvish armor accompanying my soft gait as two elves, clad in golden armor, silken hair flowing behind them, led me to the throne room.

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Say No To The Room Where It Happens

“Thomas claims

Alexander was on Washington’s doorstep one day
In distress ‘n disarray

Thomas claims

Alexander said

I know you are a man of honor
I’m so sorry to bother you at home
But I don’t know where to go, and I came here all alone…”

Creepypasta #1058: I Always Work The Closing Shift At Pizza Hut By Myself. Last Night, Someone Found Out I Was Alone.

Length: Super long

For the past eleven months I have been the restaurant’s main closer, my shifts never change from 4-11, or 4-12 on Fridays and Saturdays. Since I live in such a small town, my Pizza Hut only deals with takeout and delivery orders. There’s no dine in area at all except a couple bar tables and stools by the main entrance for people to wait for their order. The front lobby is tiny and the kitchen is no exception. The entire back area is pretty much one big room, with a little area in the back that doubles as the prep area and office. There is no break room or employee bathroom. We do have one bathroom at the front for customers, right next to the pop cooler by the entrance to the kitchen.

Now that you know a little about how the restaurant looks and runs, I’ll move onto why it isn’t a good place to work at the best of times. 

First off, I’m one of the only five people that work there. My boss and two of my other employees are contract workers from India, so English isn’t their first language. They never talk in English when it’s just me and them, so I’m always a little out of the loop. My other coworker works only part time since she’s still in high school. So with her there only a few hours a week, I spend a majority of my time working without talking too much to my other coworkers. It can get pretty lonely.

Now a little about me. I just turned twenty, I’m a smaller female and I live about ten minutes away from work. That’s ten minutes walking one way; I don’t have my license or a car. This typically doesn’t bother me, but it does get kind of scary when I’m walking home in the dark after midnight. Thankfully the walk to my house is in a pretty good part of town - I’ve yet to run into any real issues.

Other than the language barrier between me and most of my coworkers, the only real problem comes from the night shifts. Since one person is fully capable of doing all the closing duties, I am left there by myself from 8pm onwards. The real problem with being alone on closing shifts explains it within this very sentence. I’m there all alone. It can be kind of spooky sometimes, if there’s someone weird that comes in. Anyone could rob me or hurt me and there would be no one there to help. I’ve talked to my boss about my concerns, but he always dismisses me saying “I’m a phone call away if you need help. We should not have to pay a second person to do your job.” Jerk.

Last night, I worked my usual close. Since it was Sunday I only had to stay until 11, but it felt like I was there for hours more. Last night my fears of what would happen when I was alone came true. My shift went normally for half the day. By the time 8:00 rolled around I had said goodbye to my morning crew and had already started on the closing checklist.

Weird stuff started happening around 9:30. I was making dough in the back, taking my time with it since there was not much else to do. I heard the beep-beep of the doorbell, and automatically I spun around, looking up at the TV displaying real-time footage of the front lobby. I stared at it for a few seconds, confused. The front was empty, And I could not see anyone out the windows outside. 

Convinced I had imagined it, I carried on with my dough. I greased and oiled five more pans, finishing the stack. I stacked them on top of each other and picked them up, turning around to check the camera again before I carried the dough into the walk-in cooler. My heart leaped painfully in my chest and I fumbled with the stack, nearly dropping them all on the floor. A man was standing in the lobby, peering into the kitchen.

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maybe the moment I realised you’re human too helped me breathe again. I was so infatuated I forgot you run on crimson liquid just like I do, you get toothaches and sometimes you cry for no reason.
and maybe the moment I realised I don’t need you helped me live again. I’ve lived my whole life just fine, fighting every battle there is with a smile on my face, and not having you in it won’t effect me long term. I came in this world alone. I will be in my coffin alone.
and just maybe, the moment I realised you’re only hurting yourself helped me smile again. Because it’s you who becomes a chatterbox when I enter the room, it’s you that calls out my name after someone else does. You may have all these other girls filling up your phonebook, but one day, I’ll be the only one you would want to reply to your 11pm texts. I would ask you who made you this way, but I simply do not care anymore.
—  love? love, love, love. what is it good for?
absolutely nothing.
The Story of Us

 ✮ Prologue ✮

Word Count: 2520

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One Week into Freshman year; Austin Texas

It ticks one minute past eleven at night and like clockwork Zay quietly taps on his best friends window. Lucas approaches with a silent smirk and climbs out. They carefully climb from the room to the tree which holds Lucas’ old treehouse. The two climb down the wooden planks nailed into the tree trunk and wait until they’re cloaked in darkness and away from the Friar family home before speaking.

“I for sure thought you were going to chicken out,” Lucas chuckles.

“Yeah right,” Zay shoves his best friend in the arm, “But if you’re too scared we can go back.”

“There’s no turning back now,” Lucas pats Zay on the shoulder.

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anonymous asked:

What is it about Wolfgang that you love? Where did you two lovely people meet? 🦋🌻🐣

I love everything about Wolfgang. I especially love that he is so confident and centered in himself and his service on this planet. I love that his spiritual practice is as important to him as mine is to me. That he sees me on a soul level. I love how positive he is everyday and how conscious he is with every thought and action. That he chooses love for himself and the planet with the food he eats (organic/vegan) and his daily yoga/meditation practice. I love that he can recognize old patterns that no longer serve him and choose the light. That he chooses to be the father neither of us had. That he truly loves me and our sun unconditionally. I love the way he looks at me, the way he holds me and the way he kisses me. I love that he supports my dreams and believes in the limitless abundance and magic of the universe with me. I love that we can create anything we desire because we believe we can together. I love that we both love ourselves and honor ourselves and in turn are able to overflow our cups into each other’s.

We both had been on our own spiritual paths seeking the truth and living love when we reflected each other. If him and I hadn’t been doing the inner work, feeling completely full within ourselves, I don’t believe we would have reflected each other on the path.

We met my second day on Kaua‘i my first time every visiting the island. I was guided here through visions during my meditation practice and omens through the form of gifts from the island. I came here alone not knowing a soul, without a plan or destination. I was guided to Wolfgang who was doing yoga in the grass the next day.

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Originally posted by fandomxoverload

Pairing: Anthony Ramos x Reader

Warnings: mentions of cheating and cursing

Prompt: basically your partner cheated on you and you have to go on as Peggy/Maria and Anthony is there to comfort you.

Word Count: 1,424

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When you walked into the Richard Rogers theater, eyes puffy and earbuds plugged in, he knew something was up.

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Hamilton — Say No to This  {Sentence Starters}
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  • “I am ruined…”
  • “Say no to this.”
  • “You’re too kind, sir.”
  • “Please don’t go, sir!”
  • “This one’s mine, sir.”
  • “I hadn’t slept in a week.”
  • “I didn’t know any better!”
  • “Nobody needs to know…”
  • “I don’t know about any letter!”
  • “I know you are a man of honor.”
  • “Stop crying, goddamnit, get up!”
  • “I don’t have the means to go on.”
  • “And her body’s saying ‘hell yes’.”
  • “So, was your whole story a setup?”
  • “I’m so sorry to bother you at home.”
  • “Lord, show me how to say no to this.”
  • “But, my God, she looks so helpless…”
  • “She turned red, she led me to her bed.”
  • “There’s nothing like summer in the city.”
  • “I wish I could say that was the last time.”
  • “I said that last time. It became a pastime.”
  • “There’s trouble in the air, you can smell it.”
  • “Beating me, cheating me, mistreating me…”
  • “A month into this endeavor, I received a letter.”
  • “Uh-oh! You made the wrong sucker a cuckold!”
  • “If the price is right… if not I’m telling YOUR wife.”
  • “Just give him what he wants and you can have me!”
  • “You see, that was my WIFE who you decided to — !”
  • “’Dear Sir, I hope this letter finds you in good health…’”
  • “Someone under stress meets someone looking pretty.”
  • “But I don’t know where to go, and I came here all alone.”
  • “Half dressed, apologetic. A mess… she looked pathetic.”
Whiskey Tango

Fandom: Fairy Tail

Pairing: Nalu

Rated: T

Summary: Without a second thought, Lucy quickly downed one last whiskey before jumping to her feet and grabbed Natsu by the hand without a word, dragging him to the dance floor. He didn’t seem to mind though, stumbling his way after her with his face flushed and graced with a smile.

Word count: 5247

Just a one-shot I thought up as I had a really rough week not too long ago with midterms and projects and this was the result. 

This deals with anxiety and alcohol and all that jazz so just a heads up on that.

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I read tags guys so if you wanna leave a quick comment it’d be really appreciated! 

Also thanks to the amazing @x-benihime for your help with this. It honestly probably would have been shit without your input so thank you <3 


                                  Into each life some rain must fall.
                                   -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


“A double whiskey please.”

The bartender nodded, pulling out a bottle of Jameson and pouring it into a glass, handing it across the bar. Lucy sighed, looking down into the glass with a sort of resentment before knocking it back in one swing. It had been a long week with her midterms and assignments all shoved together forming her own personal hell.

She ordered another.

She was tired. She was so tired, and she just wanted to drink and have a well-deserved break. It was a Friday night, and she didn’t have anything due again for a while so she told herself why the fuck not.

Though, she supposed, getting wasted at 8pm alone probably wasn’t the best decision she made in a while. But she didn’t have anything else to do (except study and catch up on some work, but who’s counting), and her friends all decided to go home for the weekend, so here she was. It’s not like she minded the alone time though; the bar was really relaxing at this time with only a few people around, and the music was pretty calming.

In any case, at least she would get a good night’s sleep for once.

“What’s a pretty lady like yourself doing all alone at a bar on a Friday night?” Turning towards the voice, Lucy fought down the urge to visibly shudder. An older man- probably in his 60’s- sat beside her, leering down at her.

Forcing a small smile onto her face, she politely lied, “oh I’m not alone, just waiting on my boyfriend. He should be getting here any minute.” Lucy turned her back on the man and turned towards the bartender, ordering another drink.

She was definitely going to have a headache in the morning.  

“Well that’s awfully rude, making his little miss wait so long.” The sickly voice drawled, slurring on his words and making Lucy twitch. She thought she had dealt with the situation.  

She just wanted to be left alone.

“I came early, he isn’t late. Totally my fault.” She avoided looking at the man, trying to give him the hint to leave her alone.

She heard a chair scrape against the floor, and glanced over to see him moving closer. She internally groaned, not in the mood to deal with this at all.  

Just as he was about to say something else- probably something sexist and degrading- she felt an arm slip around her shoulders, a voice whispering in her ear.

“Just go with it.”

Startled and confused, Lucy glanced to the side to see a man with pink hair and a large grin plastered on his face, hand giving her shoulder a squeeze.

“Hey babe, sorry I’m late. Got caught up with some work.”

Lucy saw the old man get up and move, probably to find some other poor young girl to creep out. The pink haired man moved his arm away taking the seat next to her, looking sheepish.

“Sorry for just springing up out of nowhere, just looked like you were really uncomfortable so I thought I’d try to help.” His cheeks were a bit rosy, from embarrassment or alcohol Lucy didn’t know. He scratched the back of his neck, almost absentmindedly as he ordered a drink.

“What’s your name?” she blurted out, face heating up after realizing she had been staring.

Whiskey was not her friend in that moment.

Looking surprised, the man quickly regained composure and offered her a large grin. “Names Natsu, nice to meet ya!” He threw out his hand, which Lucy took without a second thought.

“I’m Lucy. Nice to meet you too.” She supposed she should have been a bit more skeptical of the guy, but he seemed familiar- though she could place how- and he was, simply put, very attractive.

“I know.” Eyes going wide, Natsu started to fumble his way through his slip up. “I mean, you go to Magnolia University, and, well I’m not a stalker or anything, I know that’s what it sounds like but ah, we’re in the same economics class and, ah shit this is weird, but you know my roommate Gray and-”

Lucy couldn’t help it; she burst out laughing. This was honestly one of the cutest things she’s seen in awhile. At least she knew now why he seemed familiar.  “Oh! You’re Gray’s friend who sets things on fire all the time! He’s told me about you.” Apparently he even caught himself on fire once. Lucy remembered wondering why Gray would live with someone who could potentially set their whole apartment on fire, but to each his own.

Natsu’s face seemed to heat up even more at the fact that she knew about his pyro-like habits, and she suddenly felt bad. “But he’s also said you’re a great guy and a decent roommate, besides the fact.”

That seemed to ease him up, as he suddenly sat up straighter and a smirk appeared on his lips. “Ice princess said that? I’ll have to keep that in mind.” He leaned forward slightly on the arm he had resting on the bar, “got any other ammunition I can use against him?”

Lucy rolled her eyes, taking a sip from her drink. She briefly wondered when it had gotten half empty. “I’m not helping you out in whatever weird competition you two have.”

He downed the rest of his drink, quickly ordering another. “How do you know him again anyways?”

“My mother and his father went to school together and were good friends, so we used to visit each other a lot as kids.” Lucy smiled fondly while thinking of her raven-haired friend. She can’t even remember a time when he hadn’t been there, he just always was. “He’s like my brother honestly.”

Natsu’s brows squeezed together in confusion for the briefest of moments, but Lucy saw it. Her mind was in too much in a haze, however, to figure out what was confusing. She should probably slow down on the whiskey, but she was having fun, and she wasn’t quite drunk yet.

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

WC: 3115

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

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

Tagged: @lildipstick @bellasabb

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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