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Football Jack and ballet Bitty

Filed under: WIP AUs buried in my docs, collecting dust and not doing anybody any good. Time to air some out. 4.4k (how??) and rated T

Bitty leans against the barre, relieved to watch the lumbering group of football players stomping out of his upstairs studio. The first of ten ballet lessons had gone about as he’d expected; listening to them complain. The rest was convincing them to get into first, second, and third positions. An easy start, but with the amount of people in the room it warmed up quick. One fan isn’t near enough to combat the body heat piled on top of the Georgian summer. He leans into the weak flow of air as they leave, some offering him a weak ‘thanks, Junior,’ before sprinting to their freedom.  

He wants to be positive about this. After all, how long has he wanted his father to validate his interest in something other than football? Bitty spent so long twisting ballet into something his father could relate to: flexibility, precision, strength. It took some time. It took a lot of time, until Bitty took a teaching job and Coach couldn’t pretend his son would snap out of it and lace up his cleats once more. Having Bitty teach his boys - it’s a peace offering, and Bitty’s not going to turn it away. He’ll just have to buy some air fresheners.

“Not so bad, eh?”

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Nevada’s Worst Case Scenario...

Per ask HERE re: After crybaby leaves nevada and is with sonny, crybaby finally gets what she wants she’s engaged to sonny and is pregnant with their child. Nevada sees her(orthem) on the street and gives his usual trashcan attitude while his little cold heart is breaking and realising he finally lost her for good. Imagining what it would be like if it was HIS ring on her finger and HIS baby inside her…

I took some liberty on this… you’ll see why…

More stories related to this catastrophe can be found here: #SonnyXCrybaby

Originally posted by vadasultenfuss

The day already felt odd. 

But, then again, no day had felt ‘right’ since he’d lost his Crybaby.

The streets were wrong, he felt so alone even though faceless strangers passed by; The clouds were wrong, he couldn’t seem to find a moment they weren’t hiding the sun; He felt so, so wrong- there was no comfort in his existing today…

Which, since he was so busy trying to decipher what exactly was so off, caused him to nearly pass right by her when their paths met in front of an unfamiliar brownstone. 

But, the moment he smelled her perfume- he knew exactly who fate had put on the same trail he was traveling…

Nevada stopped in his tracks, jaw fell so quick he was surprised it didn’t hit the cement. His, well, once-upon-a-time-his Crybaby stood before him, timidly biting her bottom lip once noticing him. At first, he thought the illumination came from the sun finally peeking from behind a cloud…

But no, it wasn’t that… She was glowing, he’d have sworn it. Her cheeks, her eyes, her skin, every bit of her- looked alive, and more lovely than she ever had before.

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idubbbz imagine part two

Ian breaks through his hazey dream with a sudden realization that he’s extremely warm, his eyes seek out the source of heat, finally landing on the source the events from the previous night flood back quickly. Your arm is over his chest, body pressed against his side, leg over his lap. you’re bundled in his clothes, and he finds your appearance appealing to say the least. Ian stretches a bit, and you stir beside him, Ian watches as your eyes flutter open… you look around the room calmly for a second, then at him. as all of the emotions, all of the memories, and all of the sensations gather up at once you catch a glimpse of the blue haze behind Ian. 9:45 am. you sit up instantly.

“oh God” you say stammering over Ian and off of the bed, you fall onto the floor and scan the ground for your clothes, theyre in a pile in the corner, soaked.

“fuck!” you yell, hands all over the desk, searching wildly for your keys, you remember setting them down at the door.

“what’s going on?” Ian asks, following you out, you hold up your keys.

“work” you say, running to the door.

“im uh, im late. i gotta go” you say, he looks surprised, and confused. you close the door. By the time you get home, change, and drive all the way to work youre an hour late, you offer to stay an extra hour after your shift technically ends, but your boss is lenient and amused that youre late. you are never late, you never let up on yourself either your boss notices how seriously you take your job. you’re pretty busy today, trying to make up for the hour you were gone, but your mind trails off every now and then, you cant help but be distracted by the images in your mind. The sensations are so fresh, the emotions are persistent on making your day a mess. you couldnt be too mad though, you were happy that everything panned out the way it did. the sudden burst of courage led you to a mesmerizing experience with someone important to you…

“excuse me?” you hear, distracted again, you try to push the thoughts from your mind, and focus on your work more. you push yourself and push yourself until you get a headrush. the lightheaded feeling hits you like a train and you find yourself outside on some picnic benches, staring at a tall cup of water and an apple. you cant think of eating anything else. you push through your work day and finally get to leave, you look out onto the familiar road and drive the way you do every day, back to your apartment. you throw your bag onto the couch, and plop down, taking a bit to relax.

“you home?” you hear at the door, you look up, Gwen stands there, smiling, holding a bag.

“i am” you say. “not sure if im alive though” you tell her.

“i have just the thing.” she says, walking in, kicking off her shoes as she shuts the door. Gwen moved in a while after you did, you became friends pretty quickly considering your track record with friends. you have alot in common, sense of humor, humbleness, style. Most importantly, the same taste in food. you watch as she pull sout two big bowls of take out mexican food.

“barbacoa with medium and pico de gallo” gwen hands you the food, taking out her own. your mouth is already watering just hearing those words.

“all I’ve had today is like a gallon of water, and an apple.” you say gwen shakes her head.

“thats not good for you” she says, gwen was gorgeous, curvy, long blonde hair, and the biggest blue green eyes youve ever seen. for some reason, she thinks your just as attractive.

“i didnt hear you come in last night” Gwen says, as she picks the remote up, and relaxes on the couch, everything from the previous night floods back to you.

“yea… i stayed over at Ians” you say quietly. you see gwen turn her entire body towards you, and sets the remote down without picking a show. you pick it up and click on some cooking show.

“really now?” Gwen says, you nod and shrug.

“no biggie right?” you say gwen laughs.

“come on, you’re frazzled, you’re telling me its just from work?” Gwen asks, you cant lie to her, and why should you? Gwen has always been accepting of you.

“we made out a little bit… i stopped it from going further, im not even sure he was into it. i dont know” you mutter out, you’ve been wanting to talk about it all day! now that you’ve got it out, the strenuous feeling in your chest is finally relaxing.

“wow! awesome good for you!” Gwen says “im sure he was into it how could he not be??” Gwen says, happy for you. you shrug.

“Ive known Ian since i was a pre-pubescent nightmare of a child… i dont see how he can see me in any other way” you tell gwen, the honestly of it hurts, putting it into words hurts a bit more.

“wel… how do you look at him?” Gwen asks, you blush instantly… Ian, he hasnt changed much, but at the same time… he has changed drastically.

“i… I’ve always preferred Ian. I feel like he’s changed alot, but at the same time, not at all he’s still the same Ian that would be nice to me when he came over to hang out with my brother… thats another thing, because I’ve known him so long it feels… corrupt” you admit. Gwen nods.

“well… i think maybe all it is… maybe you’ve changed” Gwen says, you look up, quizzical. Gwen nods.

“maybe its your perspective thats different now, you’re older, you see things differently.” Gwen says. you feel a bit selfish, you didnt even think about you being the obstacle. you sigh and nod, giving gwen a little smile. After you eat, and hang out for a while, gwen tell syou some stories about her and kevin, her boyfriend. after a while you both start to yawn, and decide you should turn in for the night. gwen went home, and you changed into your pajamas, staring at the clock in the dark. you sigh as it turns over to twelve thirty. he should be asleep now…you grab your phone and text Ian

“sorry i had to run this morning, had work, tough day talk soon?” you write, its pretty neutral, you set your phone on the nightstand and turn over, closing your eyes. your phone blares and you jump, the ringer is so loud! you scramble to grab it.

“h-hello?” you answer quickly.

“hey,  i was going to text you back but i am… messy. unboxing video, did i wake you?” Ian… you are suddenly shy, very shy.

“uh, no, not technically.” You answer, you hear a faucet turn on.

“liar, youre in bed arent you” he says, you huff a laugh.

“yes, but i wasnt sleeping” you say.

“what were you doing?” Ian asks, you stammer.

“well, i was texting you, i just-” you hear him laugh at your nervousness.

“alright alright, so i was thinking since you so rudely and abruptly deserted me, you could repay me by coming over tomorrow night with pizza” Ian suggests you feel your cheeks warm and know you’re blushing.

“are you going to be playing video games all night again” you ask trying to lighten the situation.

“no, it would be kind of rude to ignore you while we’re on a date” Ian responds. you feel your heart skip. you stammer to find words. ian gives off a chuckle.

“dont worry about the pizza, just be here around eight alright?” he says.

“uh… uh-huh” you manage. a little speechless.

“yea?” he asks, you clear your throat.

“youre not fucking with me are you?” you ask, wondering if its a cruel joke, you’ve always had a crush on Ian, so this just seems a little too good to be true.

“no, im not, honest. yea totally when you get here im just gonna be like “HA GOT EM!’ and some midgets are gonna come out and laugh at you… no, im not that much of an asshole.” Ian says, you laugh at the image and ian chuckles.

“alright go to bed now” Ian says, his way of saying goodbye.

“dont tell me what to do” you say.

“how dare you  question my authority” Ian says.

“i will kick your scrawny ass” you tease him

“scrawny! i am not scrawny! i just so happen to be a healthy adult thankyou very much” Ian defends himself.

“okay healthy adult, goodnight” you say, your voice softer now, soothing, sleepy.

“goodnight, ill see you tomorrow right?” Ian says, calmer as well.

“ill be there” you tell him. hearing the line click after a bit, you hang up and lay your phone on your pillow. you smile softly, happily as you fall asleep.

Everything youre choosing looks weird for some reason, the dresses are just, not you. too small, to bright, too…. too much. you sigh and fall back onto your bed.

“dont give up pessimist” Gwen coaches you. you look up at her and imagine a whistle hanging around her neck, a foam finger with your name and “#1 !!” written on it, a determined smile spread across her face.

“Im not a pessimist” you say, scooting up on the bed and relaxing, your hair is still wet from your shower. your second shower. gwen wanted to put make up on you but by the time she finished, you were horrified. you washed it all off. you sigh and try to think of the last time you were comfortable in a dress. probably the christmas party you were forced to go to, you wore a light blue dress with long sleeves, and you drank about six sweet peppermint drinks only to find out later, by the excessive vomiting, they had alcohol in them.

“thats it!” you say smiling, you dive head first into your closet and rummage through everything.

“i can wear a dress as long as it has sleeves! i have this nervous tick thing” you say to gwen

“ive seen you do it, you count to fives in your hand by squeezing your sleeves!” gwen says. you reach into your closet deeper and pull out a navy blue dress, its kind of short but it has sleeves that are perfect for tugging. you take off the uncomfortable dress and wiggle into the navy blue dress. looking in the mirror. it even fits perfectly. not too tight in the problem areas, and just perfect in all the right areas.

“you look great!” gwen says sitting on your bed. you grin, imagining her foam finger up in the air and her doing a touchdown dance.

you stare at the wood pattern in the door, the paint thats chipping off in the corner. youve been staring for a bit now, youve probably got the door memorized, but you cant find the courage to ring the door bell

“why ring the doorbell? when have you ever rung the doorbell?”  you remind yourself. you take a deep breath, and turn the knob, opening the door.

“hey, you ready?!” Ian is right there. you yelp and jump,hand to your chest. Ian laughs.

“jesus christ Ian! how long were you waiting there to scare me like that?!” you ask, he raises an eyebrow.

“i was just coming to the door to meet you outside, why? how long were you there?” he smiles, you blush.

“i just got here, of course” you say. looking up at him. hes dressed in one of his nicer shirts. a button up, and some nice jeans. you smile lightly.

“you look nice” you say he smiles.

“so do you, a dress huh?” Ian asks, looking at it, you blush.

“yea, i uh…” you stammer, great, you knew the dress was a bad idea.

“you look amazing” Ian says you look up in a flash, hes still looking down, you smile and Ian chuckles, closing the door behind him.

“were going out?” you ask.

“yea, we always get pizza. this is a date, it should be different right” Ian says, walking towards his car, you smile.

“yea i guess” you say, slightly nervous. you get in, and drive down into the city.

“im gonna date you so hard right now” Ian says, you giggle.

“you’re gonna be like ‘oh my god, i just go super dated man, im so dated. like how can i even be this dated wow thanks Ian for this awesome date” you laugh.

“knock it off youre gonna make my face all red” you say, Ian smiles feeling satisfied. you watch as he pulls in front of a small restaurant, and turns the car off.

“the mayflour?” you ask, Ian nods.

“You’ll like it” he promises, you get out and he rounds the car to meet you. the place is small, and dimly lit, the sun is setting outside making it even nicer inside. it looks warm and comfortable. theres no waiting line, or hostess to seat you. Ian leads you to a booth out of the way, and you sit across from him. All of the nerves come up and you try not to look him in the eye, looking around at the restaurant at the cute old timey stuff. Alot to do with baking, lost of old pictures.

“hey folks how ya doing” a woman approaches the table, shes wearing an apron, not a cheesy one, one that she actually uses.

“pretty well thanks” Ian says.

“alrighty great, can i start you off with some drinks?” she asks,

“sure, ill have a coke” Ian says, they both look at you, as you expected.

“ill have an ice water, please” you say she smiles and nods. handing you both a menu.

“ill be right back with that, and to take your order” she says smiling and walking off. you open the menu, but Ian takes it from you.

“trust me, theres only one thing youre going to want, and  after you have it its going to ruin everything else for you” Ian says, confidently, you smile and shrug.

“alright, but if your wrong youre gonna owe me big time.” you say Ian smiles and nods putting his hands up.

“alright, if im wrong, and you hate this specific item… you can… i dont know, paint me green entirely or something?” he offers, you laugh and nod.

“alright, deal” you say, with half a mind to say you hate it just to paint him green. the waitress gets back and you wait patiently for Ian to give up the secret.

“we will have two of your afternoon delight, please and thankyou” Ian says, the woman smiles.

“coming right up” she says. walking off, you smile and shake your head.

“all this secretive stuff is gonna make the disappointment even more disappointing yaknow” you say Ian rolls his eyes.

“you’re such a-” you cut him off

“pessimist?” you ask, he blinks and huffs a laugh.

“im not though, really” you say. wrapping your hand around the glass and looking at the ice, floating around inside the cup.

“i know youre not… just sometimes when it comes to yourself you can be… less that optimistic” Ian says, you glance up at him, who knew he was so observant… you smile.

“ i dont like surprises they give me anxiety” you tell him, he smiles and shrugs.

“guess youre gonna need some xanax then” Ian says, you both laugh and you feel yourself start to relax.

“you two are in luck, fresh out of the oven” you hear the waitress say, you smell it before you see it, sweet, buttery…? you look at the plate she sets in front fo the both of you. a large piece of blueberry pie with a scoop of ice cream on the side melting into the pie, the waitress sets a tall glass of milk by each of you.

“thankyou, so much” Ian says the waitress smiles and walks away. Ian gives you an i-told-you-so look.

“im allergic to blueberries” you say simply, and seriously,Ian pauses for a moment.

“no you arent!” he says, you smile.

“yes i am” you say giggling.

“Ive seen you eat blueberries you freaking liar” Ian says, you laugh and take a bite of the pie… Oh god… he was right… this is the best thing youve ever tasted! its sweet and flaky and delicious!

“huh?!” Ian says, taking a bite of his. you shrug and nod

“its alright” you say acting skeptical. Ian shrugs.

“alright then” he grabs your plate, you laugh and take it back, Ian laughs with you. you calm down and take another bite… mind trailing off.

“when did you see me eat blueberries?” you ask, a hell of a thing to remember.

“oh, oft, long time ago. i think… you had to be at least eleven?” he says. youre a bit surprised, that was quite a while ago.

“uh, your brother and i just got out of school so we were in the kitchen tearing it up looking for pizza rolls, and you were at the table arranging blueberries and pieces of strawberries one by one in rows, then eating them two at a time. two blueberries, two strawberries” Ian says, showing you on his plate by separating two blueberries and popping them into his mouth. you smile… its incredibly sweet that he would remember something like that, you feel your cheeks warm.

“you were borderline serial killer, it was really touch and go there for a while” Ian says, you laugh.

“shut up” you say smiling and blushing. “you know you keep saying things like that and someones going to believe you” you say, scooping a bit of ice cream into your spoon.

“what you dont think im serious?” Ian asks, you raise an eyebrow and give him a look. a look that says ‘i know you Ian’… Ian smiles and looks down at his plate.

“no, of course not… you always seem to know when im joking or when im lying dont you. honestly its one of the things i really like about you. It seems to be all i do anymore, joke around, be sarcastic, act stupid… but you know, when im not like that. you still like me when im not like that… right?” Ian asks, you blink, processing everything, a bit surprised.

“of course i do… i like just, spending time with you. even when youre droned out in your game world, it still seems to be fun somehow” you say Ian doesnt even smile, he seems transfixed on you, he looks away slowly, and you cant seem to rip your eyes away now. the drive back is a little quieter than the drive there, it seems as if the lighthearted tone of the evening has come to an end. Ian pulls up to his house and turns the car off.

“did you mean that?” he asks, you nod, tugging on your sleeves.

“thats really sweet of you” Ian says, you shrug.

“i dont know if its, anything of me, its just how i feel…” you say, trying to shoo it away.

“dont belittle it, its important… you’re important, to me. how you feel is important, i just want to know. i know youre afraid in a sense, but you dont have to be. we always told each other everything that embarrassed us” Ian sounded strange now, needful, he softly drug his thumb across the top of your hand, and you grasped it, holding onto his thumb. you take a deep breath and look at him.

“Ian carter, i have feelings for you, but if you make me profess them to your face every time i see you… ill die” you say, a smile creeps across his face and he chuckles shrugging.

“alright then” he says, the lighthearted feeling seems to be back. you lay your head in his lap while you both relax on the couch, you lit some candles while he was changing into more comfortable clothes.

“what about…. Hawaii” Ian asks, you scoff.

“too hot. i can barely stand L.A. I need to drink more water is all” you tell him, hes running his hand through your hair softly, mindlessly, but you know and youre loving it.

“okay… Idaho” Ian says, you laugh.

“whats even in Idaho?” you ask,

“potatoes” Ian offers, you laugh.

“how about Oregon?” you ask, ian seems to be contemplating it.

“the rain, the clouds, everything green all around you, i bet its gorgeous in autumn.” you say he huffs a laugh that moves your head.

“you seem like youve put alot of thought into this” Ian says, you shrug, moving against him.

“you dont think about where you’d like to end up, when everythings over?” you ask.

“like, when i die?” Ian asks, you shake your head.

“no… just when everything stops. when everything gets peaceful, and you get to relax and be happy. not just ‘oh things arent going wrong right now’ but happy, really happy” Ian looks down at you, admiring your face, the curve of your nose, the squint of your blink.

“thats a hard one” Ian says quietly. his eyes trail down from your face to your neck, he traces circles along your arm, and his eyes flit over your dress to your legs crossed. youre completely relaxed…you nod, and yawn a bit.

you lay down and tug at the blanket to cover you, watching as Ian lays down next to you. neither of you knew, but both of you kind of know what the other wants…. Ian leans in to kiss you, and you kiss him back softly. he leans into you, wrapping you into his arms. you feel the warmth start to build up and relax against him. you kiss him harder, with more meaning, a deep kiss. you break away first as the feeling that caught you off guard last time shoot forward.

“Ian…” a shaky breath escapes your lips, inches from his.

“yea…” he says, calming you you look up at his face in the dark, the only light coming from the white walls, and your eyes adjusting to the night. theres another feeling though, a feeling of need. not only that, you feel so much with Ian, so much for Ian. you feel safe, you feel comfortable, you feel cared for and you feel like you matter.. Ian makes you feel wanted, and secure, and you believe him when he says youre important to him because hes proved it for so long. you kiss Ian softly, and kiss down his cheek to his neck. Ian leans into your kiss softly and sighs, relaxing. your hands drift from his shoulders, to his sides, you tug a bit at his shirt but your still shy. Ian lets you pull it off, helps you get it all the way off, and kisses your neck as you feel his chest. you smooth your hands over his chest, and down to his sides, finally exploring the lower part of his belly. Ian breaks from your skin as you grip his pant-line. you nod your head softly, hair falling in your face. Ian rises a bit, and pulls his pants down, you feel your heart beat quicken as he lowers himself between your legs, he reaches up and gently pushes the hair from your face before kissing you sweetly. you feel him push forward and you let out a sharp breath. your back arches involuntarily and you soak in the feeling of him filling you. almost like an ache being relieved, the relief prolonged again and again with every thrust. you moan as he retracts, breath escaping you as he sinks back in, his lips land against yours and he kisses you deeply, pressing harder against you. Ians hand on your hip, and the other arm braced beside your head so he can kiss your lips, and drag his lips down to your neck. satisfying every inch of you.

“Ian… oh Ian…” you whimper, your eyes tightly shut, hands gripping his waist. you pull him into you again, and Ian moans into the curve of your neck. its a growl of a moan, it fuels your begging.

“please…. Ian… it.. it feels so good” you can barely manage the words as he drives into you again, and again, and again. you feel something building inside of you, as if every thrust from him into you, inflates a balloon more and more.  you dig your fingers into Ians skin, leaving scratches on his back, youre moving with him now unaware it was even happening.

“Ian… i… fuck..!” you groan, pulling him into you, Ian pushes hard and his mouth is at your throat again, flicking and nibbling. you feel the baloon explode, apparently it was filled with pure euphoria. wave after wave hits you, and you call out uncontrollably.

“Ian!!!” with each wave another sharp moan from you, another sharp cry, Ian feels you release and he calms to a stop. kissing you while you come down off the best high youve ever been on. whimpering with the sharp tiny waves of your orgasm. Ian searches the dark for your lips and kisses you through your whimpers, laying beside you and scooping you up, his harsh breathing matching yours. you feel so light, your skin feels electric and your lips are tingling with numbness. you let out a relieved sigh, youve never felt so satisfied before. Ian lays his head against yours, relaxing beside you.

“i…” you try to find words but you cant even express yourself, there are no words for this.

“yea, me too” Ian says, you turn and lay against his chest, very comfortable in his arms. you look down at his arm, hes really holding onto you, his veins are prominent, the way Ian is sculpted has never been so arousing as it is right at this moment. his naked body pressed against yours, after hes drove your body to its limit.  you start to breathe normally, and the high starts to thin out, though it never goes away.

“that was…” you begin “entirely too good…” you say Ian huffs a laugh against your hair, his eyes are closed.

“yea” he agrees, sounds like his sleepy voice starting to take over, a deeper voice. Ian traces circles over your arm, and slowly tugs at you, swiftly hes under you, and your lowering down onto him. an entirely new sensation. you brace yourself, hands gathered on his lower belly.

“fuck… a little warning next time maybe?” you say, eyes shut tight, trying to catch your breath while Ian laughs a bit.

“sorry…” he says, you open your eyes and look down at him, this position is uncomfortable, he can see you all up and down, youve got nowhere to hide.

“ive never…” you start but stop, you feel entirely to vulnerable.

“i figured” Ian admits. youd never been in this position before… youd never been in… any position before. but you werent sure if Ian had “figured” that as well. this was different though, after your massive orgasm you felt as if your muscles were being relaxed. Ian places his hands on your hips, guiding you, you move with every pull.he feels so much deeper now! before it had felt as if he was pushing you to your limit but theres so much more, you bite your lip.

“fuck…” Ian groans, you open your eyes, wondering if youre doing something wrong, but he looks as if hes in a trance. eyes dark and fixated on you. you realize that youre not the vulnerable one here, Ian is. you move your hips, grinding down into him he gives off a heated groan again, he looks as if he isnt in control anymore. you like it, you feel more confident now. you move more and more, grinding into him, sensations shooting through you, new ones, good ones. you cant help it anymore, you moan with every small movement you give. ian looks up at you, the way your sitting on him, arms in front pushing your breasts together, he can look at every bit of you now. the way you’re grinding is putting him in a frenzy, hes gripping you hard now, reaching up your side Ian throws his head back and you feel him push up into you.

“fuck!!!” he groans, you slow a bit, watching his face, feeling his grip. its a sharp pain, but its such a good pain. Ian groans, again, and again… draining himself. his hands soften against you, and his breathing gets harsh. your breathing is quicker too. it wasnt much work, but it was a new work out. you fall forward against his chest. he relaxes a bit, but his harsh breath doesnt stop.

“are you okay?” you whisper. somehow whispering seems right.

“perfect” he whispers back. you relax against him, and your eyelids feel too heavy, youre too comfortable not to fall asleep. soaking in Ians warmth, and soaking up all of the pleasure this night has brought you.


Got7 Reaction to their best friend accidentally confessing.

oi oi oi when i got this ask i got so excited beCAUSE I CAN WRITE A LITTLE SCENARIO FOR ALL OF THEM YES. hope you don’t mind that it’s not really a reaction but more of a scenario. i decided to still include gifs even though they probably don’t really go with the scenarios. also sorry if they get a little repetitive cause it’s kinda hard to come up with seven completely different scenarios.. hope you enjoy <3

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“hey, y/n!” you heard someone call out to you from behind. you were walking your dog, alex, on the beach again to take a breaking from unpacking. you had a real thing for this beach for some reason.

you turn around to see cal running towards you frantically waving. “thank goodness i found you. i’ve been waiting at this beach for the past 3 days hoping you’d show up. i realised i forgot to ask for your number the last time we hung out so i couldn’t call you to hang out again.” he explained in between breaths when he caught up to you. 

you couldn’t help but smile at his eagerness. you had never seen someone so excited to hang out with you, and to be honest you have never wanted to hang out with someone so much as well. you exchanged numbers before he insisted he show you more of this town. 

you spent the rest of the day walking through the small town talking about everything and anything. midway through your ‘adventure’, after feeling cal’s hand brush against yours a couple times he finally found the courage and interlaced his fingers with yours. you didn’t say anything, you couldn’t. the only thing running through your mind when he held your hand was fuck, this feels so damn good. him subconsciously drawing small circles on the back of your hand did nothing to calm your beating heart. and you guys somehow ended up back on the beach, playing a lame game of 20 questions.

“wait, so you tried to pay your crush $20 to get her to accompany you to a school dance when you were 15.” you repeated in between fits of giggles. 

calum rubbed the back of his neck embarrassed, an apparent blush on his cheeks. “stop.” he whined, “you promised you wouldn’t laugh. fine my turn. what’s your most embarrassing boy story.”

“um, well. i got stood up last year at prom by my boyfriend. well my supposed boyfriend, it was a dare by his stupid jock friends.” you mumbled quietly not wanting to expand on the topic. 

“what an asshole. at least you’re away from jerks like that now.” he comforted. 

you hummed in agreement as he brought his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest both of you cuddling alex. you felt his thumb draw little circles on your arm, something you never though you liked until now. you couldn’t help but sigh in contentment. you didn’t really need any other boy, you had never felt so strongly about a boy so quick before. but this boy was definitely something special to you.


“hey, i figured i’d fine you here.” you turned your head at the voice calling out to you from your hidden spot on the beach. 

fuck him. so he decides that once he drops the leather jacket and washes out the hair wax, he is allowed to go back to being the stupid boy you low-key fell in love with over the summer. you refused to acknowledge him, continuing to read your book while petting alex who was asleep next to you. 

not getting the hint, cal sat down next to you in his oversized sweater with his curls all loose. fuck him.

“are you free today? i was thinking i’d bring you to my favourite burger joint today. i promise you’ll love it?” he asked, his smile slowly slipping off his face when he realises that you had no reaction to him.

“hey what did i do? are you mad at me?”

you weren’t giving in.

“will you at least tell me what i did wrong?”


“fine if you’re going to be a bitch then i’ll just go.”

that was it. “no. you don’t get to be mad at me when i have done nothing wrong. i’m sorry mr. leather jacket, i don’t pretend to be someone’s friend for like 2 months then write them off as some random hook up.” you snapped at him.

you started to pack your stuff, ready to leave when he reached out and gripped your wrist stopping you. “hey about that. i’m really sorry it’s just different when i’m with my other frie-”

“no i get it, it’s fine. you’re a douche bag who values popularity and ‘chicks’ and appearances. and i ruin your image for being a new little prude and it’s embarrassing to be associated with someone who prefers real relationships and real friendships instead of random hook ups. but it’s completely fine. because i’d rather be friends with someone who doesn’t become a total asshole when he puts on a leather jacket.” 

you shrug off his grip and turned to walk away but not before seeing his face fall at your words.


you spent the next week trying to stay lowkey in school. which included ignoring a certain someone and his little posy. he seemed to get over his whole apologetic thing real quick with a new girl on his arm. you kept your head down low everytime you walked down the hall in case you witness them sucking face again. him and his stupid smirk and lipstick all over his collar.

you hated it. you hated him. you hated yourself, for still being drawn into this asshole of a boy. everytime you saw him with her, you couldn’t help but think about how he would hold your hand when you were sitting together on the beach. how you would constantly ‘forget’ to bring a sweater whenever you guys spent late nights on the beach so that he would wrap you up in his hoodie. 

“hey sorry to interupt but is this seat taken?” a voice shook you out from your rather depressing daydream. 

“nope, the seat is free.” you replied slowly turning to face the source of the voice to be faced with a nervous looking boy. damn he was cute. 

he shot you a smile thanking you before dumping his stuff next to you. he quickly struck up a conversation with you, a smile involuntarily slipping on your face. 

“i’m trevor by the way. i’ve been wanting to introduce myself to you for a while.” he shyly rubbed the back of his neck as he gave you a coy smile.

you giggled softly at his nervousness, the last time a boy was able to capture your attention so quick was calum. but that’s not impoartant. 

“hey, i’m y/n nice to meet you.”

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subject of wife, or whatever — modern lams au

Uhh, this idea has been floating around in my head for months now. It’s not exactly Hamilton/Laurens, but that’s not important. Note that the writing format is a bit awkward due to the nature of the story, I did the best that I could.

AU of a certain 1779 letter in which Jack Laurens & Alex Hamilton are texting in class, and Alex wants Jack to find him a date to get his mind off of their hot teacher. Rated PG-13 for heavy swearing & sexual references.


Jack Laurens wished, above all else, that his best friend would listen to him when he asked not to be texted in class. Of course, knowing Alex, no amount of instruction would ever make a difference. The slight buzz of Jack’s cell phone told him as such.

A casual tilt of his bag under the desk gave Jack a visual of the screen. Its lock screen—a group selfie between himself his best friends, Alex and Gil—was replaced with a dull grey sheet and a single notification from iMessage.

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Wrong Number// Imagine Idubbbz// Imagine Ian Carter

The long candle lighter rests against the wick, and you click the trigger, your finger a bit sore from lighting all of the candles along your nightstands and dresser. you reach for your long cardboard box, and pull out a powder covered deep red incense stick, pressing the wooden end into the incense holder tray. you light that as well, and the sweet smell of cherries lightly trails with the smoke. These are the nights you love, peaceful ones where you just grab a book, cuddle up under your blankets and read until you fall asleep.It’s kind of strange when you read too much, you have the dark words burned into your eyes, and can see them against the walls.just as you’re about to take a break, your phone rings beside you. It’s an unfamiliar number, but you decide to answer anyway, could be someone from work.

“hello” you say casually, attempting to read at the same time. theres alot of background noise on the other end, static yelling, and laughing.

“where are you cunt, we’ve been waiting half an hour for your faggot ass” a voice you dont recognise, you stammer a bit.

“uh… i think you’ve got the wrong number” you say, hearing another voice in the background.

“gimme the phone you stupid fucker thats not the number” it says, you panic and hang up the phone, nearly throwing it away from you, picking your book back up, theres no point in worrying over that. Wrong number calls and texts happen all of the time. the sentence you left off on in your book is still pretty fresh in your mind, so you scan the page for that. another noise pulls your focus away, the sound that signals a text message, you sigh and grab your phone. Same unfamiliar number.

“hey, im sorry about the phone call, and calling you a cunt and faggot.” it reads, if you dont text back, theyll probably think you’re some uppity bitch. why do you care what they think though…?

“It’s alright, wrong number calls happen all of the time” you write, you care because you’re a nice person.

“must have really caught you off guard, that’s actually a term of endearment between my friends and, i believe it or not” by the sound of the voice, you feel safe to assume that it’s a guy.

“guys are like that, us girls just call each other wonderful names when we dont mean it” you write, it’s honest.

“ah, so you’re a girl, and one of those types” he says, one of those types? Admittingly, you did make it seem like every girl does that.

“not entirely, i mean i guess i say alot of things i dont mean. Like ‘sure strange person, its fine that you called me a cunt and a faggot” you hit send, wondering if maybe that sounded bitchy.

“hahaha, I’m not that strange, honestly” he says

“you call your friends a cunt, lovingly, that’s pretty strange” you reply.

“maybe, but it’s just a guy thing according to you” he writes.

“yea it was pretty stupid to bundle those stereotypes up, and connect them with entire genders, my bad.” you write. This is a stranger, it could be some total weirdo, and here you are having a conversation with him. What if he’s a murderer?

“you’re really a girl?” he asks, you huff a laugh.

“do i sound like a man over the phone?” you ask.

“right, no you dont, you did have a very feminine voice. Anybody could fake a voice though” he says, he isnt wrong.

“you caught me, i get off on answering random phone calls with a woman’s voice and luring unsuspecting men into my creepy man dungeon so we can call each other cunt, and play videogames, and watch football and such” more stereotypes, for sarcasm’s sake of course. you cant help but to feel clever and a bit proud of yourself.

“ah, i knew it, dungeon huh? that sounds creepy as fuck” he writes, man cave, you meant man cave.

“alot more stalkerish than i was going for, i meant mancave, sorry havent been a man for long” you hit reply.

“i look like an idiot, i just got the strangest look for the bartender” he writes.

“??” is all you reply.

“im laughing and smiling at my phone like a fucking faggot, in the middle of a club i honestly dont want to be in.” you feel a smile curve over your lips, and blush, even though no one can see you.

“club’s arent my scene either” you write, trying to play it cool.

“i dont even really like drinking, my friends are wrecked” he says, you laugh aloud.

“you’re the babysitter then?” you ask

“always” he replies.

“no fun” you say simply.

“nope, i have to drive now” he says.

“alright, have a good night” you say, thats the end of that. The exhaustion hits you all at once, making you look up at the clock, it reads 3:40 am. Staying up this late has always seemed juvenile to you, but you actually had a fun conversation. The pillow calls your name, and you cant resist the beckoning. Your dreams are always strange, you could be walking on alligators made of marbles, and it would be completely normal. Flying was always fun as well… consciousness sets in lightly, and you sigh, yawning deeply, opening your eyes. Candles all gone out on their own, incense burned out. The smell lingers though, thats one of the things you like about them. you reach for your phone, as you usually do when you just wake up. After unlocking it, your phone is still on the text screen.

“Good morning” it reads, a new one, from him. A smile again, and your cheeks warm. You remind yourself that you dont even know this guy, and text back.

“hey, morning” you say, yawning and pulling the blankets up tighter around you.

“Afternoon now, technically, how’d you sleep?” why are you smitten by this? simple questions? It just seems so cute, and nice. flirtatious? you dont know about that yet.

“pretty well, had a strange dream that the ground was made of aligators, but the aligators were made of marbles.To me in dreamland that was completely normal” you write.

“lol, thats wild. I lost my keys last night” he says.

“oh no, how did you manage that?” you write.

“my phone case is ice cream, and it catches my pants pocket, must have ripped it last night” he says. Another smile, he’s making you smile far too much.

“ice cream? i wanna see” you say.

“haha, really?” he says.

“yea, mine’s a panda”

“ill show you mine if you show me yours” he writes.  a rush shoots through your chest, and you know your blushing now.

“lol” is all you write.

“i meant that in the most innocent way possible” he says. 

“im sure, let’s see it” you say. theres an image attached to the next picture. upon opening it your immediately attracted to the ice cream phone case, but you see long fingers across it, and you look down to the strong arm attached to it. a long sleeved grey thermal covered arm, and a slim waist. As far as you can see, hes got an attractive body. you get up and walk into the bathroom, switching the camera on and snapping a quick picture. The only part of yourself shown in the picture is your hip, and your pajama shorts. blue ones with yellow frilly fabric at the bottom. Theres just barely a view of your side and up to your arm, your black tank top leaves little to the imagination. You feel safe enough to hit send and walk back to the bed, getting under the blankets.

“cute shorts lol :)” he writes, you roll your eyes, but your still smiling, he seems so nice.

“thanks lol, the point was to show off my phone case not my pajamas” you write.

“cute phone case too, but mines better” he writes.

“at least mine doesnt rip things and make me lose my keys” you say

“found them so ha” he replies. you huff a laugh.

“well good,your friends might need a dd later” you say.

“it’s monday, who goes to a club on a monday? do you have school, or work or anything?” he asks.

“monday is my day off, i planned on doing some grocery shopping later though” you respond, thinking of grocery shopping makes your stomach growl.

“i need to go to wall mart as well, maybe ill see you there” he we says. you get a little strike of fear, how could he know where you are.

“how do you know we’ll be at the same wall mart?” you ask.

“area code? theres only one on the north side of town” he says, you get an uneasy feeling, and it takes you a bit to respond.

“oh yea” is all you write.

“i sounded a little stalkerish didnt i? sorry, you’re fun to talk to is all, i didnt mean to scare you. I just mean we could be there at the same time, not im purposely going to spend all day at wall mart to meet you. not that i wouldnt want to meet you, wow I’m just digging a bigger hole arent i?” he asks.

“no its fine lol youre fine, it just took me off guard,i dont even know who you are, i dont even know your name” you write.

“It’s Ian, I’m Ian” he writes, you tell him your name as you walk to the kitchen to get something to eat. Apple sounds good, it’s all you have really.

“great, now we have names, youre becoming more and more human by the second” he says, you kind of understand what he means.

“yea, talking over text kind of gives off a inhuman, mechanical feel. meeting might be cool, after im sure youre not a murderer or something lol” you joke, biting into the apple, and walking towards your closet.

“well i mean, you could never know that, if Im any good ive been hiding it successfully for years.” you laugh while you pull a long sleeved shirt over yourself, and wiggle into some jeans.

“not helping” you write.

“lol, im kidding of course, but its true” he says.

“gotta drive” you say grabbing your keys and slipping your shoes on.

“talk soon” he writes. you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket as you pull into the wall mart parking lot.

“would you ever buy a roomba that plays music?” he asks. the question is strange, so out of context.

“uhm… maybe. Actually yea, i like to listen to music while i clean” you answer.

“thanks. what kind of music do you like?” he asks.

“wait lol why did you ask me that? i like nirvana, and iron maiden, the lyrics kind of remind me of lord of the rings. Very quest like lol but the instrumentals kick ass so dont judge, offspring and coldplay, i like alot.” you say

“a kickstarter i came across, and wow thats awesome, great bands. coldplay? what are you fucken gay” he says, making you laugh, a gust of wind hits you as you open the car door.

“i said dont judge, i gotta get this shopping done, ill text you when im done with it all. I hate grocery shopping” 

“sure thing, talk soon” he says.

Grocery shopping isnt fun for you, having to maneuver around people, being around people in general pretty much sucks. You’re relieved when its finished, and you go home, unloading everything and take it up to your apartment. Honestly, you like shelving everything, organising it, and putting it on the fridge strategically. Like tetris, everything fits if you try. It’s nearly dark by the time you text Ian back.

“all done” you write. he doesnt reply for a while, so you make yourself some dinner and watch some t.v.

“sorry, i was a bit busy. How was shopping?” he asks.

“it was fine, i just dont like people” you say, turning the volume of the t.v. down a bit.

“lol introvert?” he asks.

“i bit maybe, not full on though” you tell him.

“thats good, socializing is good for you.”

“why thanks doc” you say teasing him.

“lol, what are your plans for the night?” he asks. you snap a quick picture of your t.v..

“maybe have some ice cream later, but youre looking at it.” you say.

“is that a cartoon?” he asks, you smile.

“yep, christmas cartoons are the best” you say.

“hahaha, very cute” he says, making you blush.

“lol,thanks” is all you write. you continue texting him, and attempt to flirt back a bit, but its getting late.

“ive got work tomorrow, so i gotta go to bed now” you say.

“alright, that’s fine, you can make fun of me more tomorrow” he says.

“not you, just your band preferences ;)” you say, plugging your phone in.

“ lol fair enough, as if yours arent as weird as mine. anyways,goodnight, sleep well” he writes.

The morning air is colder than usual, puts you in quite a good mood. You slept in too much, and now youre late, no time to text Ian.You slip on a black long sleeved shirt, and your work polo over that, along with some black slacks. you walk in and see your boss standing behind the counter.

“im sorry foley, i woke up a bit late, thanks for covering” you say, he smiles a bit.

“you woke up late? must have had a fun night” he says. foley is a great guy, never too harsh, but you dont push your boundaries either. hes a chunky guy with long shoulder length blonde hair. 

“oh yea, my ice cream and i had a party of two” you say. foley laughs and walks into the isles of books. you help a customer who’s looking for a text book. by the time lunch rolls around you realise you didnt bring anything. the smells from the food court linger in the store anyways, always taunting you. you grab a quick slice from the pizza bro’s across the way and eat hurriedly before your shift starts up again. There isnt many people in around lunchtime, so you check your phone.

“good morning! how’d you sleep?” Ian’s constant good morning texts are actually quite comforting.

“sorry i woke up late, had to get on the road, i slept fine, im at work now so im not going to be so consistant with texting you” you say.

“thats fine, where do you work?” he asks.

“stalkerrrr” you write teasing him.

“right right, sorry lol” he says.

“Barnes and Noble” you answer.

“no way im in one right now” he says. your heart skips a beat, and fear strikes through you. you look up, theres only three people in the store, a family in the children’s section, a tall guy over in the autobiographies, and a woman in mysteries.

“im kidding” he says. you feel relieved, but now you’re going to wonder if every man is him.

“thats not funny jackass i nearly had a heart attack” you say back.

“why lol i thought you wanted to meet eventually” he says.

“well yea, but idk if youre a murderer or not” you say

“im not” he writes, simply.

“okay maybe not a murderer but you could totally do meth and like steal peoples puppies” you say

“hahahaha no, i dont do that either, im a normal guy” he says.

“what do you do? for work i mean” you ask, the tall guy approaches the shove your phone in your pocket and smile.

“will this be all?” you ask. the man nods.

“yep that’ll do it” he says. This guy is actually pretty cute, hes got wavy-ish light brown hair, tan skin, and very defined facial features. a strong jawline, and a bit of stubble. broad shoulders and a slim waist as far as you can tell. you’ve learned how to hide the fact your looking at people while on the job. you scan his credit card and hand him the bagged book.

“have a great day” he says before you can say it, you smile.

“thanks, you too” you say, with an honest smile. he turns, but you see him look back at you. you blush and look down at your phone, no reply yet. you take a drink of water.

“i do videos, on youtube. nothing special” he answers.

“really? what kind?” you ask.

“cancerous kinds, its lame dont look me up” he says.

“alright i wont lol” you promise.

“good, i wanna be the first time i meet you, the first time you judge me, not by the shit i say on youtube” he says, it sounds so genuine, and really attractive.

“alright i promise i wont, i gotta get back to work, text you later” you say

“talk soon :)” he says. you smile, and shove your phone away.

works finally over, and you smell rain in the air. you soak in it while you walk to your car, setting inside for a bit.

“Off work, heading home” you text Ian, no reply, you like it when he replies right away, but he has a life too. You get home, and take a quick shower, ducking into your bed to keep warm.

“hey, how was work?” he asks.

“work was fine, how was your day?” you ask

“I had a great day actually” he answers.

“awesome, its gonna rain” you say

“yea, its gonna be awful” he says

“rain is great! i love the cold, long sleeves all the time, hoodies and warm blankets. might call off work lol” you say

“hahaha youre so strange” he says

“how so?” you ask, a little offended.

“you hate people, and hot weather, you love depressing weather, and depressing books.Not a bad strange, enticing to say the least.” he says enticing? your cheeks warm.

“everybody has preferences” you say

“yea, very true. i didnt mean it in a bad way, i really like all that about you” he says, you blush, still not able to stop that.

“you’re making me blush, which is stupid cause it’s not like youre here” you say

“you’d be blushing more if i was there?” he asks.

“probably” you answer.

“thats adorable lol” he says.

“okay enough cutesy shit” you say

“why hahaha” he asks.

“because ive never met you, and i wanna meet you, but if i start to like you im gonna be even more afraid to actually meet you” you answer.

“alright no more cutesy shit”” he agrees

“thankyou” you say

“you’re very welcome ma’am” he says

“you dont have to be that official” you say

“okay, cutesy shit or no cutesy shit theres no in between here” he says

“lol find an in between” you say

“ill try” he says

“It’s not like i dont like it, it’s just what if when we meet what if we dont like eachother then?” you say, you really mean what if you dont like me. and i already like you because you simply complimented me.

“I’m sure that’s not the case” he says.

“well you dont know for sure, what if you dont like my hair, or my clothes or something idk, what if i dont like your hair or clothes, what if theres something that just sets us off and we dont like each other” you say

“you’re overthinking it, i like you just fine over text, meeting you in person isnt going to be a big deal trust me, we will have plenty to talk about” he says. you sigh, what if you dont though.

“alright, i’m beat i should get to bed, goodnight Ian” you say

“goodnight, sleep well okay?” he says, you smile

“yea ill try” you say. 

the patter of rain wakes you up, and you breathe it in deep, you smile and grab your phone calling off work. you sit up, and go to your closet, pulling out a grey long sleeved shirt, your deep green jacket, and a scarf, along with your favorite light jeans, and some ankle boots. you grab your keys and get into your car, stopped at a stoplight you grab your phone.

“do you want to grab a coffee? Ill be at that place on b and 9th if you do” you write, staring at the phone.

“on my way” he writes. you feel your heart start to beat quickly, and you grip the steering wheel tightly, smiling, but feeling scared shitless at the same time.

you sit inside the coffee shop, it isnt very busy but you couldnt possibly focus on anyone else if you wanted to. Turning the pages of the book youre reading seems pointless, since you cant concentrate on that either, you feel like youre going to puke your heart up, and it doesnt help that youre sure youre beet red. you glnace up again, and see that same guy from Barnes and Nobles walk in, you think it’s strange, but you  dont pay much attention to it. you look down at your book, scanning the pages, and taking another sip of the chocolatey drink. you look out the window and up at the dark clouds.

“Thats a pretty depressing book” you hear to your right, you look over and the guy from Barnes and Nobles is sitting at the table beside you.

“oh, yea i guess, it’s good though” you say flipping it over to look at the title “its about…” your voice trails and you look back up, blushing a bit.

“Ian?” you ask, he half smiles.

“hey” he says simply, his smile turning more mischievous, you feel a full on blush cover your face, and you just blink.

“but… you really were in the store” you say realizing it.

“I figured i should say i was joking so you could avoid a heart attack” he says shrugging, getting up and sliding into the seat in front of you.

“youre such an ass!” you say hitting his arm with the book.

“and youre abusive!” he says, lifting his coffee away, you cant help but to smile..

“well thats not fair” you say pulling at your sleeves. he huffs a laugh, satisfied with himself.

“isnt it better though, you’ve basically already met me” he says, you shake your head in disbelief, and narrow your eyes.

“how did you even know it was me?” you ask Ian takes a drink of his coffee before answering.

“your name-tag, and i got a text right when you shoved your phone in your pocket, and you do blush alot” he says with a shy smile himself. you blush and he laughs a bit. you roll your eyes.

“you cheated” you say 

“i didnt plan it, i was getting that book you said i should read” he says, showing you he brought it. A James Patterson.

“ahh…. i dont even know if youre going to like it, its a chick book” you say he shrugs.

“you said i should read it” he says again, you blush.

“no cutesy shit remember” you say, hiding your blush by taking a drink of your mocha.

“right but that was because you were afraid to meet me, no holds bars now” he says with a huff a laugh. You cant even look him in the eye for too long, hes very look outside.

“you wanna go for a walk or something?” he asks, you look back at him, as he pushes his glasses up with the back of his hand.

“sure” you say with a smile. he stands and waits for you before walking away.the cold air hits you, and you feel a bit better, rain is battering against the sidewalks.

“dont usually get much rain here” he says.

“yea i know, i hate it, i wanna move to oregon or something one day” you say

“just for the rain?” he asks, you chuckle.

“and the medical marijuana amiright” you joke, he laughs.

“im kidding, i dont even smoke” you blush, you were just trying to be funny.

“seems to be kind of rare right? people that dont smoke weed” he says, you nod.

“yea, it does” you agree. you walk along the sidewalk until you get to a small park, you both kind of gravitate towards it and find a picnic bench under a tree, you sit down and he sits across from you.

so?” Ian asks, you look up at him.

“so what?” you ask, confused.

“my hair? my clothes? you hate it?” he says teasingly. you laugh

“no i dont hate it” you say, he smiles and you’re afraid to ask if theres anything wrong with what you look like.

“i honestly didnt expect you to be this cute” he says, he’s kind of shy as well, you blush.

“what did you expect?” you ask.

“well i didnt knwo what to expect really, but it’s crazy that it turned out so well yaknow. i think we get along pretty well…and youre really cute” he says

“yea, too good to be true, maybe i find out that your vidoes are just hardcore gay porn or something and i get an easy out” you say he laughs and tilts his head.

“okay, some of it is pretty gay” he says, you smile, and drink the last bit of your mocha,

“so the rain put you in somewhat of a courageous mood?’ he asks, you shrug.

“yea, i guess, i really like this weather. It reminds me of when i was a kid, i used to live in northern cali, i came out here for college and kind of never went home” you say, he nods, listening.

“i got a scholarship, my hometown is so small that everybody heard about it, and they all thought i was genius. It was so over the top, i was glad to get out of there” you say, Ian laughs.

“how did you wind up at Barnes and Noble?” he asks, you lift up your book.

“i like books” you say gaining a laugh, you smile.

“ I’d like to be a Librarian actually” you say he seems interested.

“thats a strange profession to dream about” he says you shrug.

“being surrounded by books all day would be great, theyre so little but theyre all entire stories, i dont think i could stop reading them to actually work though” you admit.

“Preferences right” he says, you nod with a smile.

“tell me more about what you do” you say he takes a deep breath, and smiles.

“like i said its cancerous, do you watch youtube alot? he asks, you dhake your head and he looks relieved.

“i make videos, i review kickstarters and basically give them terrible reviews. I order those boxes, or get fan mail and shit, and i unbox it, my room is still a mess from the last one” he says

“thats what you were doing when you were working?” you ask, he nods and runs a hand thorugh his hair nervously.

“yea, it can get pretty crazy, they send me some disgusting shit, I’m pretty offensive too, theres pretty much no boundaries” he says. you smile, wondering if what he does is funny.

“sounds fun, fan mail sounds great” you say, he must have alot of followers to get fan mail.

“they send me literal trash” he says with a straight face, you smile and cant help but tpo laugh.

“thats disgusting” you say he nods.

“theres been worse, but its whatever, im good at it so its what i do” he says. looking at your book.

“thats what you should do, read books and review them, or be a editor or something” he says, you nod.

“ive thought about it, but i think it would take the fun out of reading, and i dont have a very popular opinion, like you say im strange” you tell him he nods.

“exactly, a fresh view” he says, yuo smile.

“you could be right, i dont know” you say he smiles.

“do you ever think about doing anything else?” you ask, he shrugs.

“ive done a couple things, but this is the only constant” he says. 

“well it seems like youre pretty popular” you say he rolls his eyes.

“im a real celebrity” he says sarcastically. you laugh and he smiles watching you, you blush a bit “you wanna get something to eat?” he asks. you nod, and you get up off the table and run through the rain back to the vcovered sidewalk, walking by all the shops.

“im glad you had a spurt of courage” he says, you look up at him, and he smiles down at you, you blush a bit and look down at the sidewalk, a smile curving at your lips a bit. you watch the rain fall, and soak in the cold while you can. Ian slowly reaches for your hand, and you dont protest as he holds it lightly. 

on personas and people

remember how i said i was done talking about the phandom’s reaction to dan’s recent behavior? I’m a dirty liar and I’m going to rant now, because I agree wholeheartedly with the lovely dhilandpan’s tag on one of the posts discussing this matter:


SAME, and here’s why:

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