Evans x Reader, Dodger the Doggooooooo
Warnings: swearing, this is just fluff basically
Summary: The times where Dodger became close to you and the time Chris
realised he loved you.
Word Count: 2.2k+
A/N: I thought this was a cute idea but I don’t think I delivered it very well! I woke up from sleeping bc I dreamt the ending lmao! Happy 1 Year to this blog and to me
reaching 2.5k! Wooooo! Thank you everyoneeeee <3
Summary: Supernatural Half Blood Boarding School AU where students are paired with a human counterpart to help them adapt to the human world outside their supernatural communities.
Driving into Shawn’s community was just like driving into any other town. There were people walking dogs and jogging. There were little shops, a big grocery store, a couple of bars and what not. Pretty normal. Shawn turns the car up a long winding street to a gated drive and gets out, digging in his pocket and withdrawing a key card to open the gate at a little sensor box. The huge black iron gates slide open easily as Shawn gets back in the car and heads up the drive toward a big white and brick house.
“Is your family well off?” you ask, glancing at the well manicured lawn and decorative landscaping. This wasn’t what you expected. You didn’t know what you expected really, but posh gated brick mini mansion was not even in your thought range.
“Sort of? My dad is a counselor for the Dragon Ambassador Council.”
You blink a few times. His dad was literally one of the most important men and women who kept the supernatural cultures at peace with the humans. Yeah. That would probably be considered well off. “Your dad is a big deal then. Holy crap. Wow. I never would have thought.”
Shawn laughs. He parks the car in the driveway and gets out to come around get help you get your backpack out. “I promise he’s totally normal. We’re a normal family. Don’t be intimidated by his title.”
You understood. You really did. Youtube was his job, and that meant that he had to spend a lot of time creating product, from videos to merchandise to books. However, Joe was very much so an all-or-nothing person. If he had a week full of work, you were lucky to steal a kiss and 5 minutes of alone time. On the other end of the spectrum, if you were spending a week together he would schedule tweets and spend the entire week fully unplugged. So all was well that ended well.
Most of the time.
Tonight, not so much. You had wanted nothing more than to have a relaxing day in cuddling with your boyfriend, which always ended up as something more by the end of the day. Hell, you were past wanting it. You needed it. And you tried to be understanding like usual while he edited his main channel video. And then the vlog from the past day. And then when he had a 2-hour skype meeting with Caspar about their production company. It didn’t help that he spent the whole day without a top on, and his abs were on full display. You caught yourself staring all day, watching the muscles ripple under his skin. You were patient, no matter how painful it was. But watching him enter the closet at 10:30 to grab his gaming hat practically made you groan.
“You’re filming a gaming video tonight?” You pouted from your spot on the bed.
“Yeah, I’ve gotta get another episode of Outlast II up, it’s been a few days,” he explained, picking out a Sugg Life shirt to throw on for the video.
“You can’t film tomorrow? I’ve hardly seen you today.”
“I know baby, I’m sorry. I just have to film this really quick and then I’ll be back. I’ll make it a short video, 40 minutes tops. I’ll even wait to upload it until tomorrow,” he said, arranging his hat over his hair.
“Alright, that’s fine I guess, as long as you promise to come right to bed when you’re done.”
“Promise,” he smiled, leaning down to give you a kiss before headed to his office.
Once he was out of view, you slipped out of your jeans and shirt, revealing your matching bra and panties – some of Joe’s favorites on you. Let’s just say you’d woken up with a plan for how the day was going to end up. You strolled out into the kitchen, making sure he would get a view of you from the office.
“Do you want a glass of water before you start?” You called, watching him carefully.
“Yes please!” He responded, not looking away from his screen. You poured him a glass before grabbing a post-it note off the counter and scribbling a quick note.
Let’s see how long you can outlast. Gotta film a whole episode tonight, right? Finish before you come to bed Xx
You laughed slightly at your pun, but you knew it would get the message across.
You listened to Ed Sheeran’s new album ‘Divide’ and ate Crispy M&Ms, padding along behind Chris and Dodger as the three of you made your way up the Los Liones Trail to Parker Mesa Overlook. Chris chuckled when he glanced back at you because you were more engrossed with your chocolate than you were with the view. You weren’t much of a nature person, he knew that before he started dating you; it was something you made adamant on your first date. But you were the kind of person that tried for the ones you loved, even if you complained half the time. Chris was enjoying the moment now when you still had chocolate and weren’t all that tired, he knew it wouldn’t be long before you starting accusing him for trying to murder you.
“Babe,” Chris stopped in front of you and gestured for you to pull out your headphones; you did and raised your brows at him. “How are you doing?” He quizzed and you shrugged indifferently. “Do you need to take a break?”
“I’m good,” you shook your head. “But fair warning,” you held up your bag of chocolate, “I’m running low on M&Ms.” He chuckled and you bit back your smile, “I’m going to start complaining soon.” You looped your earpieces around your neck as he slipped his hand into yours, walking alongside you instead of in front of you. “Trust you to pick a seven mi-”
“Uh uh,” he cut you off, chuckling. “You still have chocolate, you can’t complain yet.” You tried not to smile as you squinted at him evilly; you pulled your hand out of his so you could continue eating your chocolate. “You really shouldn’t eat M&Ms while hiking, they’re not good for you.”
“Wrong,” you corrected him in a sing-song voice and he laughed. “Dean ate M&Ms while hiking and he killed a Wendigo.” You looked over at Chris, who was rolling his eyes. “So it sounds to me like M&Ms are the perfect hiking snack.”
“That’s a TV show, Y/N,” he countered in a weary tone.
“And you’re not really Captain America, Chris,” you retorted with a smirk.
“Touché,” he chuckled and you giggled, looping your arm with his and pressing a kiss on his jawline. “Do me a favor and keep your playful attitude when your chocolate runs out? It’ll make the next-” he checked his Fitbit, “five miles a lot easier.”
“We’ve only done two?!” You cried and he laughed. “It feels like we’ve been walking forever!” He pulled you along when you stopped walking. “Why are you trying to kill me, Chris?” You whined, stomping alongside him. “Ughhhhhhhh,” you groaned.
“Eat your chocolate,” he chuckled and you scrunched your nose at him, displaying your annoyance as you pulled your arm out of his and did as he suggested. “We’re nearly to the top. Once we get there we can just sit, relax, take a few photos, eat our lunch then make our way back down when we’re ready.”
“I’m ready now,” you told him with a cheeky grin.
“No you’re not,” he chuckled. “We have to get to the top.”
“Fine,” you huffed and plugged your earpieces back in, letting Ed Sheeran’s voice sooth you as you forced yourself to continue walking. You brushed past Chris and threw an M&M at him, making him and yourself laugh; Dodger followed behind you, his tail wagging excitedly; Chris, on the other hand, stood still and patted his back pocket where your engagement waiting eagerly to live on your finger. He was ready to propose now, but like he said, you needed to get to the top first.
• • • • • • • •
“I’m dying,” you dramatically wailed as you threw yourself on the picnic blanket Chris had laid down on the ground. He laughed as he unpacked the picnic lunch he made for the both of you, it consisted of kid foods: PB&J sandwiches, apple juice, orange slices, chocolate chip cookies, cheese and crackers. You sat up and raised an eyebrow at him. He just smiled and settled opposite you.
“You berated me for eating M&Ms and this is the healthy lunch you packed?” You laughed as you took a cookie from the box. “Here I was thinking we were going to eat quinoa, I’m so glad we’re eating kid food instead.”
“Kid food?” He chuckled as he poured himself a cup of juice.
“Yeah, the kind of food kids have.” You reached for a triangle cut PB&J sandwich. “When was the last time you ate something like this for lunch?” You quizzed then raised your eyebrows, prompting a continuation from him as you took a bite.
“As a kid,” he answered then laughed when you shot him an 'mm-hm’ look. “But you can’t just classify it as kid food, adults can have it too. You have PB&J sandwiches all the time, not for lunch- but you do have it quite often.”
“That’s 'cause I’m a kid,” you grinned at him and he chuckled. “It is beautiful up here.” You smiled at him then turned away to admire the view, whereas Chris’ eyes stayed locked on you as you were everything beautiful he needed to see. He slightly lifted his butt so he could pull the ring out, he took a deep breath as he held the ring in front of you.
“Not nearly as beautiful as the love of my life,” he said and you smiled and turned back to him. Your eyes widened and your lips parted when you saw what was in his hand. He got on one knee, smiling as he took your left hand in his. “I’ve spent the last two years with you fantasizing about this moment, and now that it’s actually here- I feel like I’m at a lost for words.”
“Chris,” you chuckled nervously, feeling your eyes fill with tears of joy and excitement.
“You are the love of my life, Y/N,” he told you with so much assertion, it made your heart ache. “There is no one I want to see out the rest of my days with, but you. I could even do this hiking thing with you complaining and whining for the rest of my life because all of that is just cute to me.”
“God, I hope we’re not hiking for the rest of our lives because- I don’t think I can do that,” you chuckled and he laughed.
“You are the best thing in my life and I’d be damned if I ever let you get away, so will you please marry me and spend the rest of our lives together?” He asked and you nodded, smiling till it reached your eyes. “Really?” He chuckled and quickly slid the ring on.
“What else did you expect me to say?” You laughed as he pulled you into a hug. “Of course it’s a yes, Chris. I love you,” you pulled away and cupped his face in your hands. “I love you so damn much.” He smiled and met your lips for the kiss you were offering. “If you didn’t know that from the way I force myself to come on your stupid hikes, you’re a bigger idiot than I thought.” You teased him and he threw his head back, laughing.
A/N: This is…idk it’s garbage tbh I don’t hate it but it could have been better. But it got the idea off my mind. Enjoy~♥
Getting drunk with your friends during your annual Christmas eve get together is fun until someone suggests playing seven minutes in heaven like you did back when you guys were teenagers. So that’s how you ended up two vodka and cherry 7-up down in a dark closet in your friend Sam’s apartment waiting for someone to open the door behind you.
Light floods the room for a moment and you hard the door click closed behind whoever is in there with you. Oh and there was one more thing, your friend Sam made up the stupid rule that you couldn’t actually say who you were when you went in. In other words, you would have to figure out who was standing behind you by their voice. If they talked. Hell, when you were teenagers you got stuck with Brian who ended up getting so nervous he couldn’t talk because he had a crush on you and you had to open the door and let him out before he had a panic attack. Brian didn’t make it this year, so you wouldn’t have to worry about that happening ever again.
The face of my best friend stared back at me through my laptop screen. Being out of the country and getting separated from Peter Parker was definitely something that I had to get used to. I had been away from New York for about a year now because of my parents’ work but just recently they had decided to move back to the States. Needless to say, I was ecstatic. My bags were packed and my room was cleaned. I was ready to go. The only thing left for me to do was tell the dork on my computer.
“Pretty good, I guess. School’s the same. Classes are going good, still getting bullied. But hey, look, I found a CPU in the dump,” Peter held up the beat up parts in front of the camera. “See, I know it looks kinda bad but I’m sure I can get it fixed. Then I can replace this hunk of junk.” As if on cue, Peter’s face flickered, a sign of his computer glitching. He groaned. I smiled.
“I don’t have a doubt that you won’t be able to fix that. You’re a genius.” I complimented him.
I think he would find it very attractive, since he has
big lips too, he would love to let cute kiss on your lips while
cuddling. Jin would love seeing you making a pout. He would love the
feeling when you two kiss.
“Yah jagiya, did I have tell you how much I love your lips?”
would the type that bites your lips whenever you kiss him, he does not
know why but he loves to pulling your lower lip with his teeth while you
two were kissing. It would totally turn him on.
“Give to me those lips YN”
that is how Namjoon thinks that your plump lips makes you look, of
course, he loves everything about you but, his favorite part are your
“I’m lucky, don’t I?”
doesn’t love a beautiful big lips? Well, he is not exception, of
course, he would love even if your lips were small, but taking advantage
that you actually got beautiful lips, he won’t stop wanting to kiss
“What are you doing Hoseok?”
“Just admiring how beautiful you are”
same as Jin, since his lips are big too, he would love to tease you by
comparing his own lips with yours, and would laugh at you when you get
mad at him just because he said he has much big lips than you. A teasing
“Mine are bigger jagi”
We never know what to expect from Tae, he is an surprises box, but I see him being a mix of the rest of the members. But I see him even buying you some lipsticks, when you asked why he did do that, he would say somethig:
“I saw pictures in Internet and I want you to do it too”
would be impressed about how big your lips are, so he would love seeing
you putting lipstick on it, and he would ask you to kiss him just to
feel them. This cute boy would steal kisses from you whenever he can.
I understand that emergencies come up and the pet may need an unexpected surgery. That’s not what I’m talking about. I’m saying that if you get an animal you should be able to afford a basic checkup or vet visit for the pet. If you cannot provide that for your pet, you do not need the pet.
I have a friend who “loves” animals and she’s wanted a dog since she moved out on her own. She didn’t have the money for a dog so she was going to get a small pet instead. So she was going to get a bunny. I tried to talk her out of it because I knew she’d get bored of it and I knew she couldn’t afford the basic vet care for it. She wouldn’t get the cage that was the right size because it was “too expensive” and she didn’t “have enough room for a cage that big”. I told her if she doesn’t have the room or the money for a cage that big then she shouldn’t get the bunny. But she got it anyway.
The bunny ended up getting much bigger than she expected, the cage was not big enough like I told her it wouldn’t be. But she was like “oh well it’s fine”. She didn’t feed it right. She didn’t clean the cage right. She’d wait until it was so gross and moldy and disgusting to clean it.
Now, 4 months later she’s decided that she’s getting a dog. She can afford the dog and the supplies for the dog but she cannot afford basic vet care. But she’s still getting the dog anyway. But now she’s getting rid of the bunny because she can’t have both the bunny and the dog. She’s not even selling the bunny, she’s just giving it away.
If you cannot afford to take an animal to the vet for regular checkups, you do not need to get the pet.
If you are going to get bored of the pet in a few months and get rid of it, you do not need to get the pet.
If you cannot take the time out of your day to PROPERLY clean the cage or living area of the animal, you do not need to get the pet.
Do not get a pet unless you are prepared for regular checkups, the supplies, the time it takes to clean their area, and the attention they require.
A pet is a commitment. If you’re not going to want that pet a few months after you get it then you shouldn’t get it.
Request: Artist oc and photographer yoongi(both are famous on instagram) in which oc liked on one of yoongis pic and yoongi started to stalk on oc’s instagram then he just start spamming on oc’s instagram post with likes because he thought it was very nice. Oc then dm yoongi and they started talking and stuff?
-Who is that?-
Yoongi felt his heart stopping and he clutched the phone to his chest glaring at the individual that had just interrupted him in his everyday ritual, to not say stalking session.
-Oh the cherry blossom girl- Hoseok answered to himself which made Yoongi glare harder.
-Why do you ask then?- he barked relaxing his posture. His flatmate sat beside him with phone in hand as well. Yoongi resumed what he was doing, staring down at your recent instagram posts.
He had found your instagram a few months ago in someone’s likes or in recommendations, he couldn’t be too sure. He usually didn’t follow pages like yours, a mix of classic dance photographs with the life style that job required, you were both a dancer and a model and he could agree in the undeniable artistry of your work, it wasn’t just the thing he’d browse on the internet.
But as he had very randomly looked at a few pictures of yours he realized there was something that caught his eye. At first the cohesive way you displayed your photos, the high quality of your pictures. Then he started to realize it was your eyes that had caught him, bright and somehow flirty even if you didn’t look directly to the camera, in other pictures it was your smile, full of that something that just made people turn their heads to stare at. Your instagram id was DanceNBloom, not so much about cherry blossoms, but as you had several photos with or of cherry blossoms trees Yoongi had that secret nickname for you, and of course his little shit of a flatmate knew. Just yesterday you had posted a picture of you drinking coffee on a cup with cherry blossoms design, it had to mean something to you and that intrigued him as well as everything else.
He wasn’t a people photographer but he sometimes found himself wanting to photograph you, sometimes and more often than not he wondered who was your photographer.
-She is pretty cute- Hoseok continued making Yoongi turn to him to realize the little shit was also scrolling your instagram.
-What the fuck?- Yoongi smacked him and Hoseok laughed loudly.
-Calm down, I’m just checking out her posts-
Hoseok laughed again, somewhat amused of his friend outburst of jealousy, Yoongi was a cold person in general so seeing him like that wasn’t an everyday thing. -Easy, I’m not doing anything, but, I got to ask when will you?-
Hi! Could you do Ethan x FemReader where the reader is Tyler’s sister and her and Ethan end up getting pregnant and when they tell Tyler he gets super mad to the point where him and Ethan start fighting? Sorry this is really strange Cx Thanks!
Summary: Fem!Reader and Ethan tell the gang they’re expecting and Tyler doesn’t take it so well. Rip in peace.
A/N: This took me forever to write mostly because I couldn’t imagine Ethan and Tyler fighting lmao hope you guys enjoy and sorry for going 5 years between posting but at this point I’ve given you guys all my excuses oh well
Last week a good friend of mine invited me to go with him to paint some walls… I’m not a graff writer, nor would I EVER pretend to be, but I have been interested in creating with spray paint for a while. My friend is a complete badass. His name is Hatziel Flores (google him). He basically taught me the basics of can control in a SUPER crash course one day this past summer, and I’ve been bitten with the “spray paint bug” ever since.
Hatziel was going to paint to knock off some rust because he was chosen to do one of the official pieces on the wall for “Go Paint Day” this past weekend. I figured, if I’m going to go out here I might as well go in with a plan for once, since the other couple of times I’d tried to spray paint, I went in completely blind. I sketched a quick crude outline of what would become “Temper Tantrump”.
We arrive at the walls, and another artist “Grand” is already working. Grand is one of Hatziel’s homies, and tells us “Hey, these walls have been assigned to different crews, but y’all can go ahead and paint on them because they are going to be buffed tonight or tomorrow to get ready for Saturday. So if you just want to get up for practice, go ahead.”
We both pick our spaces on the wall and get to work. While we’re working another artist arrives to start his piece for the event on Saturday, a person I later find out is one of the GODFATHERS of Dallas graffiti, Ozone.
All 4 of us had been painting for about an hour, and Ozone walks down from his piece at the end of the wall to check everyone else’s progress, and stops at my piece, and tells me how much he loves it, and how he can already tell it’s going to be epic. Me, a guy that had no business being on this wall in the first place with these three Dallas graffiti legends, was getting love from Ozone.
I put in another 2 or so hours and had to leave. The piece wasn’t exactly finished, but it was finished enough that I could take a photo and post it and not be too mad at it. Grand comes down from his scaffolding, and looks at the piece and compliments it as well. Hatziel who’s painting next to me, tells Grand, “yeah this is only his second time really painting”. Grand is visibly blown away. He then says, “yeah I’m going to make sure they don’t buff this and leave it up for the event”. I don’t take it too seriously, and don’t really care if it gets painted over because I had taken some solid photos.
Thursday evening passes, then all day Friday, then Saturday morning. I arrive to the event about 2 or so to find it’s a much bigger deal than I expected. There were 18 wheeler trailers, and people live painting on easels, and literally creation happening EVERYWHERE. B-boys breakdancing on custom floors that were built for the event, DJs, cypher circles, basically every element of hip-hop was there except for KRS-ONE. I walk into the alley where the Varsity Graff writers were, and get to the section of the wall where my Temper Tantrump piece was to find… it was still there. There really skipped my part of the wall when they were buffing to leave it up for the event. Me, the person who isn’t a graff writer, and had no business being on that wall with those legends. People were taking pictures with it and wondering who the mystery man was that painted this piece. There were people speculating it was another well known writer that no one had ever seen, and it wasn’t finished because someone came into the alley while he was working, and spotted him and he ran off. Hearing all the theories of who it could be was entertaining, but as an artist I wanted them to know it was me, and what better way to let them know than to finish the piece. So I rushed home, grabbed my paints, and paint clothes and headed back to get to work.
And here’s the finished product. It’s not perfect by graffiti standards, but I’m REALLY proud of it. Plus I met A LOT of really cool people and told them my story, and got some really good pointers from people who have been doing this since the 80s/90s. AND got some love from some graffiti ICONS along the way.
Today was hard. You could usually manage, but there was something about today that just made writing so fucking hard. God, you couldn’t even get through a paragraph without the little red line haunting every mistake you made while typing. You had an interview today with a publishing company - what if they asked you to read a chapter from your book? The job would be gone the first time you messed up your w’s and m’s. You groaned, pushing your computer away from you seat at the diner.
It was strange. You would go to type a ‘g’ and think, “g is the lowercase version of G,” and “G looks like a 6,” so you would type a 6. It took much longer for you to get your thoughts out, and you often had to stop and think about what you were writing. God, you hoped they wouldn’t give you a typing test. Do they even still do those?
The waiter brought over a plate of hash browns and your cup of coffee. You ate silently, hoping that maybe the food and caffeine would lift your moral. Dyslexia was hard enough, but being an author made it ten times worse.
Your mom laughed - actually laughed out loud - when you told her that you were writing your first book. She thought you had been completely joking. You pushed it though, not only proving her wrong, but more importantly proving to yourself that a disability wasn’t your definition.
And you did. Your first book was off the charts, every day gaining more attention and praise. You even did a segment on The Ellen Show; that’s what happens when you work your ass off.
You had just started packing up your laptop when a voice startled you.
Your head turned quickly as you jumped back slightly. You settled when you realized it was just a young girl. She was kicking the ground, embarrassed. You laughed lightly, “Yes?”
She looked back up to you - she couldn’t be older than ten. “Are you Y/N?”
You nodded, “What can I do for you, love?”
Her smile grew. She pushed a piece of hair from eyes behind her ear, “My mom read me your book and it’s my favorite.”
Taking in a breath, you grinned. This was a whole new community of people that you hadn’t expected to reach, “Thank you so much, that means the world to me.”
She smiled a little bigger, “I have dyslexia too,” she said. Then, instantly embarrassed, she looked back down.
Your heart swelled; you were rarely confronted about your reading disability. Still, rather than being sheepish over the comment, you felt empowered - inspired even.
You leaned in a little closer, touching her shoulder. “Don’t ever let it stop you from doing what you love, okay?”
She looked back up, then nodding a little, she gave you a hug before running back to the table where her dad sat. He gave you a nod of gratitude before looking back to his daughter.
Honest to God, this had never happened to you before. Sure, you had met a few teens who had read your book, but never anyone younger. Even then, never someone who had felt empowered by reading your story. It was a story about a beach house for God’s sake. And they probably had no idea how many times you spelt ‘beach’ 'baech.’ Still, your heart smiled at the gesture. Maybe today wouldn’t be so hard after all.
Pulling your bag over your shoulder, you headed towards the door before you were stopped once again.
“Wait!” Someone called from behind you, your foot halfway out the door. You were rarely noticed in public - and especially not twice in one morning.
It was a man with a shoulder length hair, the top pulled back from his face. He had a book in his hand. It wasn’t until he was right in front of you that you recognized the cover; it was your book. You let a small smile escape, a blush flooding your cheeks. He was handsome.
He let out half a grin, “Y/N?” You nodded, cueing him to continue. “I’m a huge fan - I’m actually kind of awestruck right now and I’m rambling because you’re very pretty and very talented and -”
You laughed, interrupting him, “Thank you.”
He took in a sharp breath, shoving an outstretched hand towards you, “I’m Lin.”
You shook his hand, thinking about how Lin shouldn’t be too difficult to remember. “Y/N,” you greeted, hoping your hands weren’t too clammy.
After a moment of holding your hand too long, he quickly pulled back, scratching the back of his neck.
“What can I do for you?” You asked softly, bringing his eyes back to yours.
“Oh!” He laughed, extending the book towards you, “I was wondering if you could sign my book for me.”
You fished around your bag for a pen for a moment before realizing that he had a sharpie in his hand. You giggled before started writing in his book.
Lin - Thank you so much for reading my book. And don’t worry - your nervous ramble was adorable. Always, Y/N
Rereading your note to make sure you hadn’t mixed any letters up, you debated on adding your phone number, but you figured that was much riskier than you felt like being.
He gratefully took the book back, shutting it before even reading it. Shaking his head slightly, he smiled, “My cast is going to flip.”
“Cast?” You questioned, suddenly confused.
“Uh, yeah - I’m in this musical about Alexander Hamilton.” He said sheepishly.
Your eyes went wide, “The one here?”
He nodded, “Why? Is there more than one?” He threw you a wink, making your heart skip despite your eye roll.
Still, you giggled before shaking your head, “I don’t think so. My sister just saw it a few weeks ago.”
He smiled with his entire face, “Really? What’d she think of it?”
“She said it was incredible.”
Lin laughed before doing a little dance, “I can try and score you some tickets - the cast would love to meet you. We’ve all read your book.”
You snatched his copy from his, causing his brows to furrow. Quickly, under your name you scribbled out your number. He smirked at the addition, accepting the book once more.
“Call me?” You asked, using your back to push the door open.
“Definitely,” he said, waving slightly as you walked off. Once you had turned around completely, he gave himself a power fist. “Go Lin,” he smirked.
And call he did. Ten minutes after you left the shop, actually.
“I wanted to make sure it wasn’t a fake number,” he defended.
Feeling flirty, you teased back, “Why would I give a cute guy a fake number?”
“Because you’re way out of his league?” He curbed, making your face flush red.
“Tease,” you mumbled under your breath.
He called that night too: “I wanted to double check it wasn’t a fake number.”
“Lin, you already called me. You know it’s real.”
“Okay, maybe I just wanted to talk to you some more.”
And again in the morning, you hadn’t even gotten out of bed.
“Good morning!” He chirped, eliciting a groan out of you as you quickly turned down the volume on your phone.
“Too early,” you mumbled.
“Noted,” he said before continuing. “I got you a ticket for Friday night.”
This seemed to wake you up, “Really?”
He nodded before realizing you couldn’t see him, “Does that work?”
“Yeah,” you said, sitting up and smoothing back your hair. “What do I wear?” You thought aloud.
He laughed, “A dress. But comfortable. It’s a long show.”
“Okay,” you grinned, “Thank you so much.”
“Of course,” he answered quickly. “But you have to promise to meet the cast afterwards - they’ll be pissed if they know they didn’t get to meet you.”
“Absolutely. I’ll be the starstruck one.”
“Doubtful,” he said. You could practically hear his smirk through the phone.
You were writing again the next day. Your mind was elsewhere, thinking about Lin and what dress to wear and Friday. Still, when you went back to correct your mistakes, your writing had a different tone to it; much lighter and more fluid.
Friday came soon enough and you were a wreck. You had called your sister and explained what happened. She instantly gushed about how attractive Lin was - and how talented he was. You called him after, frustrated that he hadn’t told you he was the star of the show.
“You’re telling me that my writing is good, but you’re an Emmy winner for your musicals! I feel like you gassed me up.” You heard him laugh through the phone, making you frown. “Lin,” you whined.
“Okay, okay!” He giggled, “I play Alexander Hamilton in Hamilton, but I didn’t gas you up. I’m actually obsessed with your book.”
“Shut up,” you grumbled. He only laughed again.
“You’re adorable,” he settled on, making you blush. “But seriously, Jasmine - you’ll meet her, she is so talented - was the first to read it, right? She gave it to Pippa - you’ll meet her too - and then Diggs -“
“His name is Diggs?”
“Daveed Diggs, he’s ridiculous. He’s a rapper.”
“And then they gave it to me because they wouldn’t shut up about the book, and they were annoyed that I couldn’t talk about it with them.”
You were smiling by now, listening smoothly, “So you’ve got a book club,” you teased.
He threw his head back, “I suppose you could call it that.”
The two of you talked for the rest of the night, by the time it was midnight, he suggested that you just come over.
“Lin, it’s the middle of the night.”
“Well, it depends how you look at it, in some parts of the world -“
“Lin,” you laughed. “For someone who has a never ending supply of energy, how is it that you don’t need sleep? It’s so ironic.”
He smiled into the phone, “Says the dyslexic author.”
You let out a hard laugh. It was new to laugh so freely about something that had limited you for so long. He wasn’t using it against you, simply acknowledging it.
“Too far?” He asked, suddenly nervous.
“Absolutely not. It feels good to laugh about it. To recognize it.”
Lin smiled, “I’ll see you tomorrow at the show?”
“In a dress,” you returned.
“Goodnight,” he said, lingering.
“Goodnight, Lin,” you said. You waited a moment before handing up the phone. You fell asleep smiling that night.
You spent an hour picking out a dress. An hour. Even then, you settled on a simple low cut red dress - it wasn’t even that excessive! Still, you curled your hair and did your makeup, giving yourself ample time to get to the theater.
The show started at seven and you arrived around 6:30. A few people noticed who you were, a pair of teenage girls even asked if you were planning on writing more.
“I’m working on something right now, actually,” you smiled, playing the tease you knew you were.
Their eyes lit up as they begged for details. You laughed as you shook your head, “Sorry! You’ll just have to wait.”
After snapping a photo with them, you found your seat, still clutching your playbill. You flipped through the book, a paper falling out with the cast list on it. The cast changed frequently, so they used scrap paper instead of printing the bios and photos of the new actors. Your heart leapt when you saw Lin’s name across the dotted line of Alexander Hamilton.
The lights dimmed and the show began, the beat instantly pulling you in. You had no idea what you were in for, but boy, did you love it.
You weren’t sure what to do at the end of the show to be completely honest. After the final bow, you were overwhelmed to say the least. Sure, you had written a book. But that? Hamilton? They just made magic onstage.
You waited a few minutes before deciding to text him. What was he thinking? What were you thinking? You had absolutely no idea where to go or who to talk to. Before you could get your phone out of your bag, however, an usher had placed a hand on your arm.
“Miss L/N?” He smiled. When you nodded, he continued, “Mr. Miranda asked that I invite you backstage.”
A smile rushed your face as you followed him towards a back door, still gripping your playbill as if your life depended on it.
The guy who had played Hercules Mulligan was waiting for you behind the door. Thanking the usher, he pulled you back into the dark hallways with a grin so big it filled his face. He hugged you, making you jump for a moment before accepting the gesture and returning it quickly.
“I’m Oak, I love your book.” He said as he pulled away.
“I loved your performance,” you smiled, feeling awestruck.
He laughed but was abruptly shoved away, “Oh my gosh,” the girl behind him said.
“Jas, this is Y/N,” Oak introduced.
A curly head bobbed over, instantly hugging you, “You are one of my biggest inspirations.”
You took in a breath, softly thanking her before hugging her back. When you pulled away, you squinted before asking, “You’re Jasmine, right?”
She nodded quickly, slightly slapping Oak on the chest before turning and whispering, “She knows who I am.” Suddenly, Jasmine was pulled away from you to reveal a dressed down Lin. He had on some sweats and a black Hamilton tee. The sight of him made your heart skip. Who the hell looked that good in sweats? He was unreal.
He puffed up his cheeks before slowly breathing out.
“Hi,” you said.
Lin shook his head slightly before offering a hand and leading you away. Gratefully, you accepted. His hand left yours, resting on the small of your back, flooding your body with fire; making you burn.
His lips trailed to your ear, slowly breathing out, “You look incredible.” Electricity traveled down your spine as his words hit you.
You tried to push your smile down, but his hand fit perfectly and his hair was messy but he was so damn hot and you couldn’t help it.
“Only one person to dress for,” you quipped, moving a little closer to him, as if there was any room between you. He let out a soft groan, moving you more curtly to his dressing room.
He took a deep breath when he got into the room, as if to calm himself down. Lin pulled you to the couch, sitting much closer than two friends would.
“So what did you think?” He asked, nudging your shoulder, “Was your sister right?”
You let out a laugh before you nodded, “For the first time in her life.” You turned to face him. His grin made it’s way to his eyes, “You are ridiculously talented,” you said, still starstruck.
“Then I won’t let you see Javi play Hamilton. You might like him more than me,” he laughed. His laugh was breezy, like the conversation wasn’t filled with heat.
“Who says I like you?” You said, your brows furrowed, a teasing tone making its way off your lips.
“That dress,” he said quickly, easily. You let out small gasp, rarely allowing yourself to flirt so liberally. Speechless, you shook your head with a smile on your lips. He played off of this, taking your hand in his. “But seriously, you liked it?” He asked, turning the subject.
You nodded instantly, “It… was the best thing I’ve ever seen.”
He rolled his eyes, “That’s exaggerating.”
“Maybe, but it was still amazing.” You shrugged.
He was closer than he was before. When did he get so close?
“You’re amazing,” he tried.
You crinkled your nose, “Cheesy.”
He giggled, placing his other hand on your cheek before touching his lips to yours. Melting immediately, your hands found his neck and you pulled him closer. His hands dropped back to your hips as his lips molded yours. Your lips parted as his kisses got longer, hotter. You sighed into him, tugging his hair lightly when he nipped your bottom lip. The fire in your chest had traveled to every part of your body and you had never felt so good.
“Dude! Why didn’t you tell me Y/N was here - oh shit!” Someone yelled, barging into the dressing room and causing you two to pull apart. Accidentally, you smacked Lin in the face as you jumped back to the end of the couch.
“Shit,” you both groaned, you in embarrassment, him in pain. Reaching towards him, your placed your hand back to his jaw where it had previously been in much different context.
He laughed lightly, “I’m okay,” he assured you. Your eyes were still worried so he leaned forward and pecked your lips once more, making you smile.
A curly haired boy walked in sheepishly alongside Jasmine. Lin laughed, flopping back on the couch. “Go figure.” He laughed.
The boy furrowed his brows, letting out a slight huff.
Throwing a hand up, he introduced you, “Anthony, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Anthony.”
You offered a small wave, your blush undeniable. Quickly, Jasmine broke the tension with a laugh, “You couldn’t even lock the door, Lin?”
Lin face palmed, slapping a hand over his eyes. You looked down, trying not to giggle (and failing). Maybe it was the way Jasmine leaned so easily against the counter, like this was something enjoyable for her to see, or maybe the way Lin had kept one hand around your waist during the entire affair, but you weren’t nearly as embarrassed as you should be.
“We’re going to get some pizza if you want to come,” Anthony said, scratching the back of his neck.
Jasmine was quick to kid, just like Lin, “Unless you guys are preoccupied.”
Lin groaned, standing up and ushering out the door, mumbling something in Spanish before turning back to you, “I am so sorry.”
You shook your head, “Don’t worry about it. I love your cast.”
He was back to the couch, sitting just as close as he had before. “Oh yeah?” He grinned, giving you no time to respond before his lips were back on yours.
Baby, I’m dancing in the dark With you between my arms Barefoot on the grass Listening to our favourite song When you said you looked a mess I whispered underneath my breath But you heard it, Darling, you look perfect tonight
El stretched out on the picnic blanket, the warm summer evening making her feel sleepy. She rolled over to see Mike with his eyes closed, breathing softly. She lightly touched his freckles - still fascinated by them after all these years. At her touch he woke up and smiled. She never got tired off his smile.
He had left his boom box playing a mixtape he’d made her (it was some Madonna song playing at the moment) and he sat up, stretching his arms. The sun had begun to set and Mike gestured for El to sit up. “Look, it’s my favourite part of the day.” He said in awe at the colours. El enjoyed the sunset, it looked like the sky was on fire, but it was so beautiful. However, she also felt a bit of sadness because it meant soon she’d have to leave Mike.
She watched him looking at the sunset, the orange glow lighting up his face.
“Pretty.” She said and he met her eyes.
“Yeah, the sunset is pretty.”
She shook her head. “No,” she brushed a curl from his eyes.
“Oh.” He grinned, realising what she’d meant. He leaned in to kiss her but a new song had started and he stopped.
“It’s our song.” She whispered, pressing her forehead to his.
Oh can’t you see You belong to me
He stood up and held out his hand. “May I have this dance?” He bowed while she laughed lightly. He loved her laugh.
“I’d love to.” El curtsied in return, taking his hand.
They swayed gently to the music, getting lost in each other. He spun her around and she raised an eyebrow.
“Since when did you get so good at dancing?”
Mike shrugged, “I guess I wanted to impress you at prom. But then there were too many people so when it got down to it, I felt embarrassed.”
“You’re an idiot Michael Wheeler.” She grinned.
“You’re beautiful El Hopper.” He leaned down to meet her lips.
Since you’ve gone I been lost without a trace I dream at night I can only see your face
When they eventually pulled apart she shook her head. “No, I’m not. I don’t…I don’t dress like the others and my hair is this weird curly mess…but it doesn’t look like the magazines.”
“Who cares about that?” He rested both his hands on her cheeks. “You’re perfect to me.”
“I’m not, I make bad things happen. I can hurt people.” She shook her head, not wanting to look him in the eye.
“You’re right, you’re not perfect. We’ve all done some shitty things. But in a weird way that’s why you’re perfect. You’re perfect because you’re not perfect.” He noticed her confusion. “I’m sorry that doesn’t make much sense does it?”
“No, I just… I love you Mike.”
His smile grew bigger than it had ever been before. “I love you too.”
They continued swaying as the sky grew darker, kisses pressed to foreheads and hands tightly clasped. El wished she could stay forever in that moment…but Hopper would soon be expecting her home.
I’ve happened to see people in the meronia tag wonder – at what point in the timeline Near could’ve possibly written dear Mello on the back of Mello’s photograph…and I think we’ve had the answer to this question right here, in this screenshot from episode 27!
Mello and Near reunite on November 19th 2009; the scene above is supposedly taking place in the night between October 11th and October 12th 2009 (when Sayu was kidnapped by the mafia, and Light and Near talk on the phone for the first time). Therefore, Near must’ve written the inscription during this timespan of roughly a month and a week.
That being said I suspect Near’s been keeping the photograph ever since when Mello left Wammy’s, and was probably planning on returning it to its owner from the beginning…he may as well have just delayed the moment of writing the inscription because he subconsciously never actually wanted to separate himself from it, as that very moment meant Mello would soon claim it back one way or another. It seems Near didn’t even expect Mello to personally come retrieve it, which is why he looks startled as he sees him approaching, on the HQ cameras for the first time in years.
Near might’ve considered Mello wasn’t ever about to pay him a visit, and that gives the ‘dear Mello’ inscription a much bigger (sadder) meaning than it already has. Another question haunting us (and Near too) is, naturally, whether Mello forgot it at the orphanage or left it on purpose only for Near to find it. I like to believe if that’s the latter…before leaving, Mello must’ve made sure Near would be the person to find it and guard it as only he could do – perhaps as some kind of memento, a message to read between the lines, a way to say [try and find me]. A game they’d play regardless of their distance; a challenge Near is fully invested in taking…until the both of them have to come to terms with the harsh reality that’s been putting Mello’s very life at stake, and Near lets the photograph travel back to the person it portrays. A little unwillingly…a little bitterly. (They’ll never see each other again.) But that’s all for Mello’s safety.
Heather is looking
forward to another quiet Christmas with her dogs. However, her plans get a
touch waylaid when someone sees fit to stick a knife in the Earl of Denbigh. To
make things even better, magic is in the air, and it’s not the festive kind.
Being the only two magic users at the scene of the crime, suspicion falls on
Heather and the compelling stranger, Sinéad. If they want to prove their
innocence, they’ll have to work together. Just one problem: Sinéad is a
sorcerer, and Heather is a witch… and everyone knows that witches and
sorcerers don’t get along.
Things escalate when someone starts sabotaging their investigation, but Sinéad
is determined to see the case through to the bitter end, and Heather won’t let
her do it alone. Can they catch the killer before the killer catches up to
Magic, Murder & Mistletoe is a paranormal cozy mystery with a sweet lesbian romance and lots of
Hi folks! As it turned out, Wish Our Hearts Away became a much bigger project than I ever
expected, and I really wanted to finish the year having produced something. And
so, Magic, Murder & Mistletoe
appeared! Thanks so much to everyone who helped me out with encouragement,
sprint company, and just basically fielding my whinging. And thanks too to the
ARC readers for reading and reviewing an advanced copy that went out so last
minute. I’ve loved reading the reviews that are up so far, and I look forward
to seeing the others!
And finally, a world of thanks to the wonderful cover artist @keinneb !! I’m in love with this beautiful cover; I could just stare at it for
Hope you enjoy!
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Member: Jaebum x Reader
Word Count: 2079
This is a fic describing the first kiss of Prince Jaebum and his assassin guard~
You stopped in front of the prince’s tent and cleared your throat, hoping to get his attention.
“My lord,” you said, waiting for a reply. There was a moment of silence before Jaebum spoke.
“You may enter,” he called from inside the tent.
The two of you had been travelling for a while to get to a nearby city, keeping off the road as much as you could. You finally reached the outskirts and had insisted on going to check it out before letting the prince go in order to make sure it was safe for him. To your surprise, the city had been extremely lively and was filled with kind people that continuously asked if you were okay or if you were lost.
You managed to obtain information from one of the elders in town and were about to take your leave when he handed you a bottle. You were surprised at first, but he assured you that it was a custom to give those kinds of gifts to new friends in the city. You had taken it with suspicion but simply thanked him and headed back to where you and Jaebum had made camp.
“What news do you have?” he asked when you entered. He had let his long hair down and it framed is sharp face nicely. You sat cross-legged before him and pulled out your bag.
“The citizens are all in good health. The town seems to be wealthy and, at least at the moment, there don’t seem to be any disturbances,” you said. “Also, some of the older men said that the leader of the town hall would be making an announcement tomorrow afternoon about the new water supply system. I think it’s worth going,” you added. Jaebum nodded at your information.
Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Adrien Agreste/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Past Adrien/Lila Characters: Adrien Agreste, Gabriel Agreste, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Chloé Bourgeois, will add others as they become relevant - Character Additional Tags: Comfort, Non magic AU, Flowers, Recovery, Divorce, Family Feels, Starting Over, friendship feels, Lots of Symbolism Summary:
In the wake of his failed relationship- 24 year old media darling Adrien Agreste struggles to start over with the help of family and friends. The road to recovery is never easy, but no pain lasts forever and while you can cut all the flowers- you cannot keep spring from coming.
OH THANK GOD!!!! I can finally talk about one of my anon. pieces cause its not anon. anymore!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OK- so for this most recent exchange I got assigned one of my favorite authors, which is kinda terrifyingly awesome…
Awesome because YAY!!! I get to write something for someone I really admire (demistories on AO3
@sadrien on tumblr if I am not mistaken)
Terrifying because then I am stressing myself out that I am going to somehow completely ruin it all!!!!!!! Seriously, let me tell you the mess that was getting to this fic- So the prompt I had was pretty open ended. Pretty much any pairing on the table (I ended up going Love Square cause I miss them being the focus of my fics. Most of my recent works haven’t been focused on romance), with a particular affinity for AUs and Flowers… open ended prompts and me are a horrible Idea cause I will go crazy… I knew from the get go that I wanted a few things- 1. Adrien Chloe friendship feels, and 2. a nice mix of angst and fluff.
The first thought I had (and wrote a complete outline for) was a Fairytale AU retelling based on “East of the Sun West of the Moon” which for those of you who aren’t giant fairytale nerds like me is a Norwegian Beauty and the Beast/Cupid and Psyche style fairytale
Unfortunately the outline ALONE for this story was 10 pages… There was NO WAY I was going to be able to make it happen in time for a challenge.
I then went through 2 other stories that just were terrible. Like I won’t even tell you about them awful… and then I went back and reread “Tangled Ribbons”. I realized that what I loved so much about that story was that it was real. I grew up in a fine arts academy surrounded by dancers and when I read the story it was like being back with people I knew and loved. And I realized that that was the sort of story I could tell- something real, with real problems and sorrows and issues that we struggle with as told by these characters. So that’s how we ended up with this story. I started writing it while sick and listening to “The Secret Garden” musical and it turned into something much bigger than expected. I Love what I have of it so far, and where it is going. And I just hope you guys will love it too!