So a little while ago I came up with the idea of Enjolras being an English Professor and being one of those professors that are really passionate about what they teach, but also one of those professors that has a significant other that their class is familiar with (when I was in middle school one of the teacher’s husband use to come in and bring her something she needed every few weeks and he always wore glasses and a hat when dropping stuff off so everyone would joke that he was her “boyfriend” because of how the outfit made him look so different). This is the first part of a long long series of headcanons so just you wait. Here are the first few!
•Enjolras begins teaching college students and is one of those intensely passionate professor but is also the youngest professor.
He teaches English and is always trying to inspire his students to stand up for what they believe in.
Enjolras has all his students call him “Mr. E” or something of the sort, because being called by his last name with the prefixes “Mr” and “Professor” made him uncomfortable and reminded him of his father.
He’s also got quick responses to the kids who backtalk cause his boyfriend has given him plenty of practice
•His students end up meeting Grantaire early on because R constantly stops in to bring his boyfriend coffee and stuff and then makes jokes to the classes and E doesn’t approve
It gets to the point where every time Grantaire enters the room, the members of whatever class E is teaching stand up with finger guns and go “AYYYYYYY”. Enjolras is not a fan of this practice.
•At Halloween E and R dress in matching costumes but E’s students don’t understand the costume at all until R comes in with one of those pumpkin lattes for his bf (because Enjolras is a basic white girl) and everyone is like “ohhhh” (Idk what the costumes would be but I thought it was a cute idea so send me ideas in my inbox)
•At like the end of November Enjolras mentions at the end of his class that Grantaire is gonna have his work in an art gallery for a week and he wanted E to find out if any of the students wanted to go to the opening night
Almost everyone shows up and they all giggle because almost all of the art is of Enjolras (obviously)
Enjolras smacks Grantaire’s arm (playfully) and is like “why did you only put up the ones of me you jerk, you have plenty of paintings of landscapes” and R is like “cause my paintings of you are my best work” and all the students go “awwww" E is just like “omg I hate you so much you’re such a cruel boyfriend”
•At the end of the semester E makes cookies for everyone and gives the students that aren’t taking classes with him the next semester little poems and they have a little class party
•At the start of the new semester R gets a habit of showing up at the end of E’s morning classes with a coffee for him and a sandwich bag at lunchtime on the days he doesn’t have to work himself
The newer students really enjoy the idea of a cute little artist guy popping in at the end of classes to bring his boyfriend a coffee because they’re adorable
•Valentine’s Day involves an elaborate scheme
Grantaire gets a bunch of paper hearts and writes down every memory related to Enjolras like “going to the first Les Amis meeting and practically dying” “whining to Courf about feelings” “painting you for the first time” “getting drunk with Éponine because pining” “taking you on the tour of favorite sites for our first date” “kissing in front of the Louvre” “Courf and Ferre’s wedding” “Trip to America” “Start of your new job”
The students in Enjolras’s first morning class put them up all around the room and pester Grantaire like crazy because it’s cute
Grantaire also gets those students to all sit at their desks and hold up letters that spell out “I love you, Enjolras”
R also stands in the back of the room with a rose in hiding
Enjolras walks into his classroom that morning and almost bursts into tears
R steps down with the rose and gives his boyfriend a kiss and everyone applauds because they’re adorable
•In March, Grantaire gets a letter in the mail and instantly runs to Enjolras once he reads it
Unfortunately Enjolras is teaching a class and R doesn’t want to interrupt his bf so he just bounces up and down outside the door waiting for the class to finish up
After a while a student raises his hand and goes to Enjolras “Hey Mr.E? Grantaire has been bouncing up and down outside the classroom door for like the last 10 minutes, I think he needs to talk to you”
Enjolras goes out of the room to his excited boyfriend and is shown a letter, reading that Grantaire got into a serious artist program that takes place in July and could be a big boost for him
E and R celebrate almost all night with Courf and Ferre and E definitely regrets it the next morning when he’s teaching an 8 am class with a hangover (He promises himself that he will never do that ever again)
•In April, Enjolras and his class study the Hunchback of Notre Dame (1. Because Victor Hugo and 2. Because Enjolras would love that book tbh) and so the class goes on a field trip to Notre Dame (since it’s only about a 20 minute walk from the school)
Grantaire goes with them because he knows Paris better than anyone and he’s spent lots of time at Notre Dame for inspiration
The kids are convinced it’s because Enjolras just wants an excuse to hang out with his boyfriend
Grantaire thinks it is too but doesn’t mention it
Enjolras wanted to see his boyfriend but also loves the fact that his boyfriend knew so much and loves watching him when he goes on about the stuff so he hopes his students enjoy it
•In May, before the end of the semester the college throws a big party/fair for all the students and also to raise funds for classes
R sets up a little station where he draws portraits of students while E sets up a table with buttons and pins you can buy
A couple students come up to them and ask them to tell the story of how they met. After 7 times, Enjolras puts out a sign saying their Love Story costs 5 bucks to listen to it
•While packing up his classroom some students stick around and chat with Enjolras
The students get all nosy and ask about E’s summer plans
“Since Grantaire got accepted to his program and will be gone for most of July, we’re planning on doing a lot of fun things together in June, also because it’s a big month for us because of our anniversary and my birthday”
•Once all the students leave Enjolras finishes his packing and waits for his boyfriend to come pick him up
Enjolras and Grantaire take the boxes out to the car and E ends up wrapping his arms around his boyfriend who says to him “I’m so glad you took this job, you’ve been really happy since”
EDIT: Originally I used Enjolras more as a first name than last name. I’ve since changed that after finding a first name that fits him well so “Enjolras has all his students call him […] ‘Professor Enjolras’ […] because being called by his last name made him uncomfortable” has been changed to fit the storyline better.
Request: Sebastian Smythe and Barry Allen crossover in which Team Flash wants Barry to admit his feelings for reader already so they brought a doppleganger(seb) to make him jealous.Turns out seb falls for reader too.
a/n: idk guys i needed a glee crossover to prepare for my bday and darren criss…
“Who is this guy and why does he look exactly like Barry?” you immediately ask when you enter the Cortex, eyes wide as you take in his appearance. His tan sweater is pulled over a white polo, both collars popped up like a guy from an old movie. You carefully circle around him, cocking an eyebrow, “Or did Barry get an upgrade or, like, I don’t know, get hit with a confidence gun? I’m lost?”
‘Barry’ scoffs, folding his arms over his chest. “Yeah, I don’t think so. Upgrade? Maybe in some other timeline.” he sneers, looking you up and down; you pull at your striped black sweater. “I’m Sebastian Smythe, Barry’s cousin.” he introduces himself, tilting his head. “And you are? Well, besides super hot.” he smirks, green eyes glimmering playfully.
You bite your lip, feeling your cheeks heat up like a campfire. Damn, he’s so forward, almost the complete opposite of Barry. “I’m Y/N.” you say brightly, readjusting your brown messenger bag on your shoulder.
Smirking, Sebastian comes closer to you, unfolding his arms and letting them hang loosely at hs sides, fingertips hitting his blue jeans. He pouts, squaring his shoulders, “Why does Barry get all the cute ones? Everyone in Ohio is…yikes.” he grimaces, making you giggle. “Huh. That is definitely a sound I could get used to…” he compliments, grinning wickedly at your pink face. “Pretty, smart, if you can sing, you’ll give me a run for my money-”
“Sebastian!” the speedster fumes in a warning tone, plucking off his gloves. Sebastian rolls his eyes, spinning on his heel to face his cousin. “Why must you…you be a flirt?!” Barry huffs, frowning; Seb tries not to laugh, folding his arms. Okay, so maybe Barry needs to work on his insults… “Sorry about him, Y/N. I…he…just showed up…” he mumbles awkwardly.
When you open your mouth, Sebastian scoffs. “Look, Wonder Boy, not my fault Y/N is hot as fuck.” he says nonchalantly; you look down bashfully. “It’s not like you’re gonna make a move anytime soon either.” he shrugs, scrunching his face. “I think you should just go back to what you do best, saving people,” he nods mockingly, “and leave the dating thing to me, cus.”
Cisco presses his fist to his mouth, brown eyes wide, awaiting Barry’s response. The speedster clenches his hands at his sides, face turning bright red like his suit. “You can’t just come here and start flirting with people I like!” he fumes, setting his jaw while he glares.
You look between the two, lips set in a perfect ‘O’ shape, fingers playing with the end of your striped sweater. Damn, two guys are fighting over you! Two cousins! Sebastian spins on his heel, leaning to your level, placing the side of his pale hand the corner of his mouth. “Go on a date with me.” he stage whispers, adding in a cheeky wink at the end.
Blushing, you nibble your bottom lip. Barry has had the chance to ask you out, but he never did… “Okay, Sebastian. On one condition.” you smirk, matching his. “You sing to me.”
A cheshire cat grin appears on his face and he crosses his arms, screwing up his tan sweater; his collar touches his jaw. “I never say no to showing off… Right, Barr?” Sebastian teases, peering over his shoulder. Barry inhales through his nose, storming into the medbay. For the fastest man alive, he always seems to be too late.
i seem to like making these things when i decide that i don’t want to spend time on my english lit and french essays :)
reasons why zutara isn’t toxic
said ship is the literal definition of equality and balance within a relationship. aka. healthy, functioning partnership and not a one-sided mess rooted in a misogynistic and outdated cliche designed to reduce female characters to one dimensional representations of the male arm candy fantasy.
idk what ship you ‘radical kat@angers’ (this is such a weird term but idk what else to call y’all) are looking at but it’s katara and zuko. if you think for a second that either of them have any capability to be toxic or abusive within a relationship after all the shit they went through on the show, i don’t think we watched the same show…they’re literally the most cinnamon roll characters to ever cinnamon roll
literal besties. need i say more? say it with me: healthy friendship based on trust and mutual respect as well as a deep understanding and appreciation of the inherent flaws within each other and a desire to encourage growth and development in one another.
don’t even get me started on parallels and symbolism. y’all know they’re there. y’all know.
also zutara shippers aren’t toxic [psa extension]
zutara shippers are literally the most supportive and creative and coolest people i’ve ever come across in fandom? like the metas i read are always fanfuckingtastic and they’re so well thought out and shit. like, that shit takes dedication. also fanart. also literally any threads involving @honxrable or @seapruncs or @theadamantdaughter (if i have forgotten other people i’m sorry but i’m running on 2 hours sleep)
considering that many zutara peeps have received death threats and rape threats and all kinds of violence in their inboxes and still manage to stay classy is testament to the non-toxic nature of shippers and ship alike
but no lie we will sass you because a) some people take shit too seriously (considering i made a whole goddamn psa i guess i can’t talk)* and b) people are unnecessarily rude and nobody needs that
*although i didn’t make a whole fucking blog about it *cough*
this has been an unnecessary psa by me and literally nobody cares but i needed a way to procrastinate, so here we are.
edit: ‘radical kat@angers’ refers to the select kat@ang shippers that are truly terrible and can’t respond to analytic meta in a responsible, mature, sensible way like most normal people. many kataang shippers seem perfectly harmless. y’all keep shipping your ship.
-when they get back to earth Lance shows Keith all of his favorite movies and Keith doesn’t really care for movies and tv/most other types of media, but Lance is so excited that Keith can’t help but smile whenever pop culture references come up (and Pidge and Hunk turn it into a game )
-au where they meet each other and fall in love and don’t tell anyone else of their relationship. One day, Hunk asks Lance why he suddenly knows so much about motorcycles and/or knives (“Lance, you didn’t join a gang, did you?!) Shiro is the same to Keith, but more like “when did you learn all these jokes? are you ok?!” Pidge probably knows everything (Matt is with Shiro and Keith, and she knows Hunk and Lance)
-Keith having to half carry an injured Lance back to the ship and Lance is mumbling to himself and Keith hears some… interesting things
-Keith unconsciously pining for Lance. Everyone besides him and Lance can tell. Then one day Keith is spacing out a bit and kisses Lance. Right on the lips. In front of everyone. With no explanation as to why.
-Lance is tired and falls asleep against Keith when they were both on the couch and Keith realizes “oh my gosh I love him”
- Lance cradles Keith in his arms and understands why Keith was so offended when he said he didn’t remember
-Lance discovers that he’s altean and jokes about how they’re both aliens
-LANCE TEACHING KEITH HOW TO SWIM idk, does it ever show Keith swimming in the show? can’t remember. idc tho, this is cute
-They’ve been dating for a few months. Lance gives him a kiss. Keith won’t stop blushing for the rest of the day
-au where they have powers (based on their lions) and Keith accidentally burns Lance like that scene in avatar
-Lance and Keith are talking about earth and Keith says something about how he has no family and Lance says kisses him and says“you do now”
Roy lifts Ed all the time. When they’re walking, when they’re chatting with friends, when Ed has picked up a book and gotten so invested in it from the very first moment that he forgot to sit down or even move away from the bookshelf. Ed squawks and flails and pretends that he doesn’t like having Roy’s arms around his waist because he thinks it’s just about being manhandled, something he’ll never admit to being into outside the bedroom.
One day, though, he asks Roy why the hell he does it and Roy looks at him and says, one hundred percent seriously, “I wanted to help you be even taller. I figured you’d enjoy it.”
Hi I need to ask If Meabhdbutsexii is your side blog or is a blog that is making fun of you?(im sorry I feel so stupid rn) cause idk If I should follow it or hate it XD
Hhaha, okay so there is a story to this.
So I was in college one day and telling my friends some of the things people were saying about my art. They know its my biggest pet peeve when people just make annoying comments like, “Why don’t his arms look bigger/ have freckles/ why the hell haven’t you drawn that character in the exact way that I, a completely different person imagined that character that also coincidentally has wriggle room in regards to character design”. And my friends, bless them tend to get pissed on my behalf. And on this particular day, I think I had uploaded the WIP of Elide and Lorcan kissing (the height difference one?) and someone wrote something like that in one of the tags.
So, my dear friend Melissa, decided that she would do her own version of the same drawing but meeting the requirements that this blog wanted for a joke, and make it really grotesque and sexual (because ye are thirsty af on my drawings sometimes, which I find quite funny). So she was like “I’m giving the people what they want!” and meabhdbutsexii was born. So every now and again I’ll send Melissa a drawing that I’m almost finished and she’ll draw her version of it, and they are always awful and so funny. It’s just been this joke for ages, and like most of my class know about it and find it hilarious.
So, while it is a blog that’s making fun of me, it’s all good, I’m in on every joke.
Sometimes i wake up, and my left arm is stretched out, and my hand is
like its reaching for something. It takes my brain a moment to register
reality sometimes when I wake up so I just end up staring at it.. but it
has happened at least 3 times i can recall in the past few months. Idk
why it happens, but i can add it to the list of weird shit i do when
A/N: Idk why but i felt inspired and I have some serious Jaehyun feels.
please stop!” I begged as I tried to break up the fight my boyfriend got into.
It wasn’t the first time he had gotten in a fight and I was there trying to
break it up before he got seriously hurt.
Luckily, I was
able to pull him off the man as I pleaded him to stop. He yanked his arm from
my grip and glared at me. I don’t know when this habit ever came to be. It was
like my Jaehyun was taken away by…by this monster. I knew he would never hurt
me, god forbid he ever laid a hand on me. However, the lifestyle he had could
put my life in serious danger. But now I wasn’t sure if I wanted to stay with
the monster he became.
“Let go Y/n” He growls harshly.
“Aw, now would you look at that, little Jaehyun got
himself a girlfriend” The man chuckled along with two other men that where by
his side watching.
“What a feisty girl you got” He chuckled. I scoffed in
disgust while trying to pull Jaehyun away.
“If you dare lay your filthy hands on her I swear I’ll rip your throat
out” Jaehyun threatened angrily while grabbing the man by the caller.
shout as my eyes got teary, I was tired of this.
Jaehyun let go
while glaring at the man. He fix his jacket and stepped back. He looked at me
with cold eyes he was backing away.
around Jae, don’t forget about what you owe us” One of the men chuckled, he
whispered the last part so I didn’t get what he said. The man fighting Jaehyun
growled low while walking away from the restaurant me and Jaehyun were supposed
to have dinner at.
“I wish you
didn’t fight with everyone” I sigh, trying to grab his hand in mine. He was
quick to pull away and started to walk in front of me, his nose bleeding
slightly from the fight.
like my mom Y/n” He scoffed. “I’m tired of defending your weak ass” He breathed
while putting his hands into his pocket and walking in front of me. I stood there as a single tear fell from my
a/n: another shitty title. But the italics in this are a flashback. Hope you enjoy. feel free to request. they’re always open.
Just another chill day with the guys. That’s how I spent
most of my days, with the squad. We all became friends when I first moved to Omaha,
in my sophomore year.
I had like 4 classes with Johnson and Gilinksy. So we
immediately became friends. And then they introduced me to their friend Sammy
and Nate, who were a year older.
Gilinsky had drug me to one of their games. Nate Sammy and
Johnson starting varsity. It was a lot of fun. Me and G sat there and cheered
for them. I mostly screamed for Johnson, since I didn’t know Nate and Sammy too
well at that point. I had just been in school for like 3 months, and only knew
Nate and Sammy for like a month, so I still felt a bit weird around them.
And then I started varsity for the girls team. Starting
point guard. And you best believe every single game, G and Johnson were sitting
in the front row screaming for me. After like the fourth game, Nate and Sammy
started coming with them, and we had a tradition to go out to eat after the
And I think that’s when I started to talk to Sammy more. It
actually started after a game. We had just lost by 1 point. A buzzer beater in
over time. I was so pissed, and it actually was my worst game I had all that
year. But I was just so bummed about that game.
All dinner I was quiet. But that night, Sammy just happened
to sit next to me in the booth and that’s when I think our friendship started.
“why so quiet?” he
“I’m just annoyed.” I
replied, playing with my straw in my water.
“why?” he asked.
Looking at me, even though I wasn’t looking up.
“the game.” I mumbled.
“you serious?” he
laughed, and that made me look at him.
“yeah I’m serious. I’ve
never played so bad before.”
“you didn’t do that
bad even. It was the rest of your teammates for not helping you out.”
“no, I should have
been able to handle it.”
“(y/n) you didn’t do
“I had at least 14
turnovers.” I huffed, annoyed with how bad I played.
“they triple teamed
“I shouldn’t have had
14 turnovers still. Regardless of the triple team and traps.”
“it was 6.” He said,
no longer looking at me, instead taking a sip from his water and looking straight
“what?” I asked,
looking at him. He turned and looked at me.
“you had 6 turnovers.
15 assists. 8 steals and 26 points.”
And that was the conversation that started me and Sammy’s
friendship. Every game after that, we would sit next to each other at dinner
and talk stats. And then at his games I would keep track of his stats.
Whenever he made a three, he would do the little 3 sign that
looked like an okay symbol by his eye and then point at me. Every time.
It was in the middle of halftime at one of his games that he
took the mic and asked me to prom. With balloons and flowers. I of course said
yes. Why not. He was literally like my best friend by this point.
Now here we are, 3 years later. Out in LA. I lived by
myself, and I did photography for the guys. They all did music and stuff and I
went touring with them and took photos for them. They all did photoshoots for
I lived in a little house like right down the block. I
practically stayed over at the boys place though. Or they stayed over at mine.
We were currently at the boys’ place. They had a bunch of
people over. Like Nash, Hayes, Jake, the usual gang. And then Emily and Madison
were there too. We were all kinda just doing our own thing. I was laying out by
the pool, drinking a beer. Emily and Madison were laying out with me too.
The three of us were all really good friends. I loved those
two like sisters, and Emily practically was. She always hoped that me and Sammy
would get together, but we were just such good friends. Best friends, anything
more than that seemed so weird to even think about.
Yeah we complimented each other all the time and play
flirted, never taking each other serious. Like when I came out in my bikini he
said “mmmm you look good ma, the things I would do to you.” As he licked his
lips and looked me up and down.
Everyone wanted us to get together. Half of them actually
thought we were already hooking up behind their backs. But that’s just how we
were with each other. Touchy, flirty, protective.
Like Sammy brought home this one girl one time and she was
all over him at the club but the second we got home she literally clung onto
Nate like the whole time. Nate didn’t pay much attention to it, to stoned to
care, but I could tell Sammy was bummed, so I called her a hoe and told her to
And then Sammy this one time nearly beat the shit out of
this random guy out on the street. We were all going out to lunch and I was
running late. He tried to get me to come home with him and when I wouldn’t he
called me a bitch, which I didn’t mind, then he called me a hoe and slut once
he saw me sit down with all the guys. Sammy got up and nearly beat the shit out
of him right there and then but G and Nate held him back.
So yeah, everyone thought we were a thing, but the truth is
we are just best friends. I mean, yeah, he’s hot. And sure, I might have a
little bit of feelings for him. It’s hard not to feel something towards him
when I spend so much time with him.
But we had our own hookups. He wasn’t the cuffing type, and
me on the other hand. I normally would talk to a guy for a month or two before calling
quits, simply cause things with him just didn’t seem right.
Like I was talking to this guy Matt. He was super sweet and
hilarious. We’ve went out like 8 times. Dinner. Clubbing. Out to the beach.
Just little things. And yeah, we’ve had sex, it happens.
I was currently texting him, or uh, sexting him I guess. We
always did this shit. It seemed like we were both constantly horny, but we also
always managed to joke around. Sammy’s met Matt once when we all went out, and
he didn’t like him at all. I don’t know why, but idk, things with Matt feel so
different than with all the other guys.
I was in the middle of texting him back, when someone
blocked my sun. I looked up to see Sammy. Quickly sending my message to Matt
and locking my phone I looked up at Sammy, folding my arms over my chest.
“can I help you?” I asked, with a bit of attitude, cause let’s
be honest, I always have one.
“oh yeah, I’ve got a few things you can do for me.” He bites
“seriously Sam, can’t you keep it in your pants in front of
your own sister.” Emily chimes in.
“sorry sis, she just turns me on so much.” He says, sliding
in and sitting next to you, Emily and Madison looking at both of us.
“just admit you two are hooking up, for heavens sake.”
Madison says, throwing up her arms.
“we’re not.” Me and Sammy said in sync.
“yeah, she’s got that one little fuck.” Sammy kept speaking.
“I’m just saying. I don’t like him.” He spoke, us going off
into our own conversation, everyone that was close paying attention.
“I know you don’t. you make it so fucking obvious.”
“well I’m not gonna act like I like him for your sake. He’s
a shit and you know it.”
“he treats me nice, shouldn’t that be the only thing that
matters? Shouldn’t you be happy for me?”
“I would be, if he wasn’t such a fucker.”
“whatever.” I rolled my eyes. He always did this. Every time
I talked to a new guy he had some unknown reason as to why he’s ‘a fucker.’ It
was so annoying.
I went home that night. Matt was out of town, and I was just
really sexually frustrated. Matt had been sending suggestive messages all day,
and it definitely turned me on.
We decided we were gonna send pictures. It’s not like he
hasn’t seen it before. And yeah. I was texting him and Sammy. Sammy texted me
when I got home and apologized for earlier, and then we started talking since
I took the picture and just sent it. And then I went to read
the message Sammy had just sent me, except my only unread message was from
Matt. I clicked on our thread and saw that the last message was his picture,
and then another very very explicit message.
I replied to his message, and then checked Sammy’s thread to
see that he was currently in the middle of typing, according to the little
bubble in the bottom. I looked to see what I said last and my jaw dropped.
There’s no way I just sent my best friend my fucking nudes.
You’ve gotta be kidding me. And the message I sent with it. Oh god. I just sent
my best friend my nudes and then told him I wanted him to bend me over the
couch and pound into me while I call him daddy. Seriously fml.
I sat there, pacing in my kitchen actually, waiting for Sammy
to reply. And a minute later I got a text notification. I sat there and stared
at my phone, nervous to open it. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? I
mean, I just text him and tell him it was an accident. I was drunk. Something.
But he was my best friend. How awkward would things be now? I mean, he’s seen
me naked, digitally. But it’s still the same.
I decided to just take a bottle of wine and head up to the Jacuzzi
tub for a bubble bath. That should help clear my mind right? Just to relax. I
took my phone and played some music. Avoiding my messages.
I got another text notification, and saw that it was Sammy
again. I ignored it. Still not drunk enough to have the balls to look at the
Then I got a phone call from Emily. I picked it up on the
first ring, needing some sort of advice. And yeah sure it was her little
brother, but she should be able to help. Hell she’s seen me naked before. Like when
she comes over and we get ready and stuff. We just change in front of each
other and shit, so she should be able to help me somehow.
“hey Em, I need help.” I spoke immediately.
“um yeah. What the hell.”
“look it was an accident. I meant to send it to Matt. I don’t
know what the fuck to do.” I sighed.
“well uh, did you read his messages?”
“no, I’m trying to avoid this situation.”
“okay, well uh, I hope you know he’s on his way over.”
“are you seri-“ I started, but was cut off by my doorbell
going off. “Emily, what the hell”
“good luck girl.” She said before hanging up.
The doorbell went off, but I just ignored it, turning my music
up and drinking more out of my wine bottle. About half left.
About 5 minutes later, I thought he had left, but boy was I
wrong. When the bathroom door barged open I almost peed myself. I screamed and
looked at who it was and I just wanted to drown myself there as Sammy stood in
front of me.
“what the fuck (y/n) do you not know how to answer your
phone? Or the fucking door?” he asked, standing in the doorway, obviously
“sorry, if you couldn’t tell I’m a little busy right now.” I
said, motioning to the tub.
“you could still pick up your fucking phone.”
“whatever.” I said, rolling my eyes and leaning my head
“so are you just gonna act like that didn’t happen?” he
“I’m trying to.”
“well I’d like to talk about this actually.”
“why Sammy. What the fuck is there to possibly talk about. I
accidently sent you a nude and some explicit messages.” I rolled my eyes, even
though I have yet to make eye contact with him.
“(y/n) look at me.” He said, and it was the desperation in
his voice that made me look up at him. His eyes were soft as he leaned against
“do you remember when we first met? For the very first time?”
“yeah, when Johnson and G invited you and Nate over one time
when I was there and you guys played fifa for like 3 hours.”
“yeah.” He smiled, moving over and sitting on the toilet
seat, the lid down of course. He looked back up at me and had the same smile he
had when he was high.
“I thought you were the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”
He confessed. This was news to me.
“yeah, you weren’t too bad yourself.” I kinda laughed,
taking another sip of wine. He just looked up at me then dropped his head and
“you know, I still think you are.”
“are what? What are we thinking?” I asked.
“the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, after my momma of
“oh come on, cut the shit. You have girls literally throwing
themselves at you. The girls in your videos are like models. Way more prettier
“no you don’t get it. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve
ever laid my eyes on. All those other girls don’t even compete to your beauty
“what is all this Sammy?”
“listen. You know we always joked around. That’s how it all
started. Ever since that dinner after the game you sucked ass in.”
“hey you said I didn’t even do that bad.” I defended.
“we weren’t that close then. I couldn’t be a dick to you
then.” He laughed.
“but then, after that dinner, we talked more and then prom.
Prom you literally took my breath away. You looked so stunning. And I was such
a punk back then. I wasn’t gonna come out and tell you all this sappy shit.” He
took a deep breath and looked down at his feet again.
“so Prom, that’s when it all started. We started to joke
around more. Then the accusations of us flirting. I mean, hell yeah, I
definitely would have tapped that.” Both of us laughing now. “but as we got
older, you definitely developed.” He raised his brows at me, knowingly as he
nodded at my chest.
“so what are you even saying sammy?”
“I’m getting there dammit.” He laughed “anyway, I don’t
know, after we all moved out here, I guess I got caught up in it. The money.
Fame. Girls. All of it. But then you started going out. Guys. Clubbing every
weekend, in those outfits that I always wanted to rip right off.” He laughed.
“okay, what’s your point Sammy?” I asked. I was all so
confused by this.
“I’m just saying. I don’t know. I guess, getting those
messages you meant for Matt just really set me off. And I just, couldn’t help but
imagine you and me like that.”
“Sammy.” I gasped.
“come on (y/n) tell me you haven’t thought of it before.”
I stayed quiet. Truth be told I have. I’ve had dreams before
that involved him. Never would I have told him that.
“okay tell me. Tell me you don’t feel anything, and I’ll
leave right now.”
Again I stayed quiet. I looked away from him. I couldn’t
look at him. Of course I felt something for him. I couldn’t tell you what, but
it was a feeling I’ve never had before.
“can we order a pizza and talk about us?” Sammy asked.
“yeah.” I smiled.
“alright, let’s go order the pizza.” He said getting up then
stopping at the doorframe. “you coming?”
“yeah, once you leave. In case you haven’t noticed I’m
“yeah. Your point?”
“I’m just waiting till you leave so I can get out of the tub.”
“why?” he asked, and I just looked at him like ‘duhhhh’
“because I’m naked.”
“it’s not like I haven’t already seen it.” He smirked,
shaking his phone in his hand and leaving me there with my jaw open and eyes
Can you make a blurb about cuddling with dan and he has his face in your boobs. And you guys are like talking about why his face is in your boobs. And then he'll squeeze your ass out of no where. Idk lol
I will be doing blurbs and headcanons in 2nd person
As the two of you rested on the sofa, resting in each others arms, Dan became extremely tired. His head moved from your shoulder and down to your boobs. He nestled himself as close as he could get and released a content sigh. “comfortable?” you asked. He nodded and tightened his arms around your body. “Ok follow up question, why are you using my boobs as pillows?” He lifted his head slightly to look at you. “Well for one they are extremely comfortable and two they are my favourite thing about your body.” you raised your eyebrows. “Oh wait, second favourite.” You were about to question what he said when he squeezed your ass. “Perfect.”