oh god i found it again i love this interview so much

Pyramid Scheme scammer ends up paying in the end!

(very long story)

About 6 or 7 years ago, I was trying to enlist into the military. I ended up not joining but that’s a story for another time. At this point, I was led to believe I was about 4 months away from leaving for Boot camp. I was running out of savings, and needing a part time job for some spending cash while I waited around.

So I did what any enterprising 20something would do, and searched craigslist for jobs. I normally hate sales jobs, especially those based on commissions, but figured it would be a great way to earn some extra cash short term. Found a few job listings that looked promising, and put out some applications. A few days later I received a call from David. He was opening up a new store and needed associates. He liked my resume and asked if I’d be available for an interview on Friday morning. I was very up front with him, and let him know that the distance was a bit more than I’d normally drive for a retail job, and asked what he was offering for an hourly rate, to see if it was worth the drive. He told me that they were planning on offering an hourly rate in the mid teens, along with commission. Seemed like an ok deal, so I agreed to be there Friday at 8am.

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Entanglement: Part 2

Entanglement: Part 2 

Paring: Namjoon x Jin x you

Word Count: 8.6k

genre/warning: smut, dirty talk, double penetration, dom!Jin, dom!Namjoon

Parts: one 

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sacchariwrites  asked:

Are you going to tell us now how you changed the story after you saw episode 10? You said you had to go back and re-outline the whole thing. I am interested in knowing how it differs.

i’m sorry if someone has already asked you this but can you share with us the original plan you had for umfb before episode 10? or can you not tell us until after the companion fic?


How Episode 10 Changed Everything (and other fun stories):

So as I’ve said a couple of times before, episode 10 was an absolute game changer for Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches and now that the fic is finally done I’ll try and explain how although this may get a bit long and I wont go into too much detail about Viktor for companion fic reasons.

So the main three things that episode 10 changed in the fic was Viktor’s entire character, Yuuri as an unreliable narrator and the program music.

The most significant by far was Viktor’s character. Because pre episode 10 we really still didn’t know that much about Viktor and we had no idea about the banquet. So before episode 10 I assumed that Yuuri fell in love first and Viktor came to coach Yuuri out of curiosity because he likes surprises and doing something different and eventually and unexpectedly found himself falling in love. In a draft for another fic I was tossing ideas around for it actually centred on Viktor only realising he was in love with Yuuri just before the kiss in episode 7. Viktor was always very mysterious and I’m sure people who were in the fandom pre ep10 will remember all the theories that he was just using Yuuri and all that and while I didn’t believe that, I did assume that Viktor’s character trope was the ‘workaholic slowly learns how to love by being loved’ one.

But then episode 10 comes and completely knocks that out of the water because we find that Viktor is actually this adorable sappy romantic who calls Yuuri sleeping beauty and adores him and fell in love with him when he was wasted and dancing and brought life and love back into Viktor’s world. And that completely changed Viktor in the fic because after an episode from his pov I had a much better handle on his character and realised he absolutely wouldn’t act like he had been planned to act in the fic.

In the original plan he wasn’t ever a bad person or anything but he was actually a rival for Yuuri and he didn’t fall in love until much much later. But with episode 10 we also found out that Chris and Viktor are best buddies and Viktor likes skating with Chris and can’t imagine a season without him which means that in the fic there’s no way that Viktor would feel threatened by Yuuri as a rival because in canon he’s besties with his competitor and he’s way too much of a sweetheart for that. So in the fic it changed from Viktor reciprocating the rivalry to Viktor actually enjoying the challenge and excitement it brought into his life.

As for him falling in love, in chapter 10 the singing thing was always planned but that was originally the first sign that Viktor was starting to feel affection for Yuuri and was just the very beginning of him falling in love. It chapter 10! But after ep10 I realised that Viktor ‘love at first drunken dance’ Nikiforov would definitely not be having a solid two years of a ‘relationship’ and just be starting to fall because that would be seriously ooc and we finally saw just how much he adores Yuuri through his own eyes. And so in the fic I reworked the whole thing to fit with Viktor as a character as I now understood him and that included him falling first, falling hard and falling early.

Episode 10 also showed us just how much of an unreliable narrator Yuuri is, with the banquet and also how different everything seemed from Viktor’s eyes. And so that meant that I started to play with the idea of Yuuri being a seriously unreliable narrator and trying to tell a story where his version is very different to the version the audience see, which is obvious now pretty crucial to umfb&mha.

I also went back and reworked all the program music for the fic once episode 10 came out. Before it was all important and did have significance but after I knew that Viktor was going to fall early I decided to play around with the idea of showing the audience how he was feeling through his music. So I went back and completely changed the program music to tell a proper story (funny story, originally Yuuri was going to be the one skating to Sun and Moon. And then episode 10 happened and I looked at the new outline of the fic like ‘this is such a Viktor song oh my god).

Another thing that episode 10 changed was originally Chris wasn’t involved in the fic at all until we found out about his and Viktor’s friendship and that he’s actually such a bro not just a weird guy who gropes Yuuri and comes on the ice. As well as that, in episode 10 we also found out that Yuuri was actually the unknowing playboy in the Eros story not Viktor, coming into Viktor’s life, stealing his heart and then leaving without a word, which lead me adapting the fic to umfb!Yuuri becoming a perceived playboy by others through certain things that will be explored fully in the companion fic as a reference to that. There were also some smaller changes like the inclusion of the drunken Olympics and Yuuri knowing how to pole dance as a shout out to the episode.

Episode 12 also changed a lot. One of the things was Yurio and his role in the fic and how he feels about Yuuri which will be explored more in the companion fic. Also the original end of the fic was that Yuuri was going to try and fail to do the quad flip which ruins an otherwise perfect skate and potentially loses him the gold but he was willing to sacrifice it to tell Viktor. But in episode 12 we see that Yuuri can do a quad flip with his love for Viktor as motivation so it changed to Yuuri still potentially ruining his skate because he isn’t sure if he can land the jump but doing it anyway and actually succeeding because every time he tried and failed before it was because he was doing it out of bitterness trying to beat Viktor and this time he was doing it out of love.

The fic also changed a lot over the course of writing it just because characters take on a life of their own and my first draft was very rough and done before I’d written anything so I’ll try and do a chapter by chapter run down of the big changes from the rough plan I wrote before starting the fic to the end result.

Chapter 4:

·       Phichit originally wasn’t a big part of the fic but that very quickly changed because it’s Phichit and he’s so damn important to Yuuri and such an amazing character so I added him in early and made his part much bigger

·       There was originally going to be a discussion between Viktor and Yuuri that went badly and they both ended up annoyed and offended which sparked Viktor’s side of the rivalry but there was no way to do that without making them both dicks and ooc and after episode 10 it changed to Viktor trying to be helpful but unreliable narrator Yuuri taking it wrong and cutting the conversation short

Chapter 6:

·       Yuuri was originally going to be watching interviews and stuff of Viktor and thinking how arrogant and self-assured he was but this changed with Viktor’s character change because that’s just not him

·       Viktor was going to make a comment about Yuuri’s quads but this one was actually going to be an insult and again changed when Viktor’s character changed

·       The idea for the dream sequence only came later

Chapter 7:

·       Pole dancing only became a thing after episode 10

·       Viktor was going to only miss the GPS and come back for Worlds but lose because he wasn’t fully recovered but I decided I didn’t want the first time Yuuri won against Viktor to be so unsatisfying

·       The watching Yuuri skate at the rink didn’t originally happen at this point in the fic until after I saw ep 10

Chapter 8:

·       Yuuri never lost motivation originally but I decided at that point it was important in his character to almost give up but then come back with a vengeance

·       The drunken Olympics never originally happened

·       They were both originally going to be drunk when they first slept together but that got thrown out almost immediately because consent is very important and there was no way I was going to write a scene where both of them were drunk and therefore couldn’t give proper consent.  Also it was important it wasn’t a drunken mistake but a deliberate choice.

·       Viktor getting drinks never happened, instead he was going to be treating Yuuri in a similar way to how Yuuri was treating him

Chapter 9:

·       Yuuri was originally still going to be very hostile before I realised it was ooc and a dick move after Viktor was being nice to him so it changed to him congratulating Viktor after Viktor won. That then changed the sex scene from the mutual hatefuck it was going to be pre ep10 to Yuuri and the comments thing that sent him spiralling. The not-talking thing was also added as a plot device because Viktor as he became acted very differently to him as he was originally planned to be and it would have been too easy if he had been allowed to talk.

·       Viktor was originally going to take Yuuri out to dinner at the WC purely out of guilt

·       There was originally going to be another sex scene after the WC and dinner where Yuuri was angry at Viktor for ruining his skate but it would be ooc for both of them and got changed early on

Chapter 10:

·       Number swap was supposed to be just for hooking up but changed after ep10

·       Yuuri’s theme was originally going to be something related to hatred but it changed as his character developed and I realised how he was being affected by the events of the fic was different to the plan and that would be doing him a disservice as a character

·       Viktor was still kind of being a bit of a dick and making snide comments during sex when Yuuri won which was changed when I rewrote Viktor as a character after ep10

·       Conversation with Phichit was very short and didn’t involve a lot of the stuff it did in the final chapter

·       Viktor was again going to be acting very different in the second sex scene with none of the need or desperation that happened which all came about during his character change

·       Conversation with Chris never happened until the third of four re-writes of ep10 when I realised Viktor’s actions needed some more context for people who were ignoring the music

Chapter 11:

·       Lots of sex was supposed to happen in this chapter before I changed it for plot reasons and also companion fic reasons

·       Sex scene was supposed to be all about Yuuri acting like Eros Yuuri but those two idiots in love were very sappy and sentimental instead and it became a crucial relationship shift point instead

·       All domesticness from that chapter was planned out later in the fic as the fic was being written not in the first plan, including the borscht scene

Chapter 12:

·       Meal with the other skaters never happened

·       The revel about Yuuri’s virginity never happened in the first plan. Then in the rough draft of the chapter it happened at the same time as the second reveal but I split them because it worked better that way

·       This was when Viktor was supposed to secretly watch Yuuri skating his routine

·       Yurio wasn’t originally involved at all and Yuuri left after getting jealous. The love revelation never happened

Chapter 13:

·       Yurio appeared in this chapter instead although the conversation was very different in the rough plan because everything he talks about in the final version came about after episode 10 changed everything

·       Yuuri was originally going to be much more angry at the scandal and used his anger to win while Viktor still fucked up his skate but this changed early when I realised it was ooc and Yuuri would actually react very differently and that emotional devastation and heartbreak would ruin his skate instead

Chapter 14:

·       None of the conversations with Yuuri’s family were planned in detail in the first rough plan, I just knew he needed to go back to Hasetsu and have some revelations

·       Yuuri was supposed to convince himself that Viktor never loved him and never could and only realised Viktor’s feelings after seeing stammi vicino. This changed because it was very important for Yuuri to go and get some distance and time and then decided to come back and decided to try again with Viktor before he saw stammi vicino. It also changed because with Viktor as he became after ep10 and how he reacted there was no way that Yuuri would convince himself that Viktor never cared for him. He’s a bit emotionally dense sometimes but not an idiot

·       Yuuri was going to fall on the quad flip

So yeah, all this is from the very rough draft before I wrote any of it and the story adapted and changed along the way as I got more into the characters and got a better handle on how they would act until it became what you see today. It definitely became a much better story and I’m very happy with all the changes that I made! Having a plan is great for a framework but letting the characters grow and change naturally during the writing process is much more fun and I think makes for a better story

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Notes: Hola friends! This is literally one of my fav imagines that I’ve written so I hope you enjoy it cuties! Also look how beautiful he is in that gif!! I’m so in love.

Mentions: Like a few of the Leafs that I’m too lazy to write out

Warnings: Mentions of sex, nothing explicit or even steamy

Requested: Yes | No

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Teaser: “If you adopt us when you get married, we’ll make ourselves act five for you.”

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Don't Do It

Prompt: Sheamus and the reader had a passionate yet difficult love, they’ve been on and off for years until they finally broke up for good. Both found other relationships but when the reader gets engaged he’s broken and rushes to try one last time to make their relationship work. He succeeds. Fluffy/Angsty/Smut -Anon

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Where She Went (Part 2)

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pairing: daveed diggs x reader

summary: daveed and reader were high school sweethearts who had a bad breakup, fate (and a well-timed cello concert) brought them together in NYC. they had a lot of catching up to do.

warnings: swearing, mentions of car wrecks and death, smut at the end because i’m still me after all.

word count: 6,459

a/n: ayyy it’s day five of the @hamwriters write-a-thon which is reverse POV day. this is a continuation of my lit day fic, linked at the top of this post, and i can’t tell u how to live ur life but it really would make more sense if you read that first. love u!!!!!!!! hope it was worth the wait!!!!!!!!!!!! 


“Daveed,” you breathe. “Hi- I, um…I hadn’t really figured you’d come backstage.”

Daveed shifts uncomfortably, looking around the room.

“Yeah, well…I almost didn’t,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck.

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Seth Rollins - Prompt #80

Prompt: “Does he know about the baby?”
Requested: by Anon
Warnings: None
Words: 1700+
y/s/n: your sons name
y/t/n: your twitter name

It had been just over 6 months since the birth of your baby boy and you were making your return to smackdown tonight. Not a lot of people even knew you were pregnant. You had injured your knee and that’s when you found out you were 9 weeks pregnant so you just told everyone that your injury left your future in jeopardy. The only people that knew were Renee, Dean, Maryse and potentially Mike if Maryse told him. They are your closest friends, Renee and Maryse even made it out to Florida for the birth. 

You arrived at the arena in a blacked out car. Renee and Maryse met you in the parking lot. They quickly helped you and y/s/n into a private locker room where Dean and Mike were waiting for you. Your return was going to be a surprise. You hoped the crowd was still on a high from Wrestlemania 33 and that they remembered who you were. 

“Let me see him!” Maryse cheered taking the blanket off the baby carrier to reveal your sleeping baby. “My god he is cute!”

“You better start some procreation of your own” you smirked nudging Mike 

“I mean we have enough practice” He smirked back at you

“Speaking of the baby…Does he know about the baby?” Dean asked 

“Way to bring down the mood Dean” Renee mumbled 

“Well sorry. But he’s still my friend and I still believe you should tell him. Do you know how hard it has been to keep it from him?” Dean sighed “He asks about you a lot” 

He being Seth. You boyfriend, even your fiance at one point in time. Everything had been great, you had the perfect relationship. Everyone warned you about him when you came up from NXT. He didn’t have a great record in relationships. So you played hard to get and made him chase you for an entire year before you caved and went on a date. Everyone said that you changed Seth, and for the better. He was a nicer person outside the ring and worked hard inside the ring. After two and a half years together, he asked you to marry him in front of a house show crowd. It wasn’t until a year later that everything went south for your relationship. Ideally, you would have gotten married in a matter of months but both of your schedules were hectic so it was going to be some time before you were able to get married. 2 months before your wedding your world went from the happiest it could have been to the lowest of the low. You hurt your knee and was taken to a hospital where you found out you were pregnant. Seth was on a different leg of an overseas tour and was going to be coming home in two days. You were so excited to tell him and decided to do it in person. 

However, that didn’t happen.

Renee found you the day before Seth came home and showed you some photos that had surfaced online. It was Seth and a bunch of random girls that you had never seen before. They were all of him and he was grabbing them and kissing them. Your world fell around you and you told Renee about the baby. Within 24 hours, Dean, Renee, Maryse and Mike helped moved all of your stuff out of the home you and Seth shared into Dean and Renee’s house. The next day when Seth came home it was basically world war 3. A lot of yelling, a lot of crying on your side and a lot of begging on Seth’s side. He said that he was drunk and that he was sorry but you just couldn’t do it, so you left and never saw him again and never told him you were pregnant. 

When the draft happened you were pregnant with only the people who needed know knew, you were drafted to smackdown with Dean, Renee, Maryse and Mike while Seth was on raw with Roman. Seth tried to meet up with you to talk but it never happened. You made sure about it. You kept your pregnancy out of the media as well so he had no idea.  

“You realise next week is the superstar shake up right?” Mike said “He might get moved to smackdown or you might go to raw” 

“Or both might happen and we won’t be on the same brand still and he won’t have to know” you shrugged. “Ryse will you watch y/s/n while I’m out there?” 

“Of course!” Maryse beamed


“I forgot how amazing that felt!” You cheered coming back through the curtain hugging the other women in the division. None of them knew you were coming back let alone in the building so when you went out there they were all shocked. 

“They loved you out there” Alexa smiled 

“You didn’t miss a beat! Knee feeling okay?” Nattie asked 

“Uh yeah it feels good” you smiled, if only they knew that your knee injury was fine a month after you were injured. 

“So we have to go out to celebrate” Becky smiled “Not only the return of y/n but also the fact that were not all gonna be here next week” 

“I would ladies but uh…I can’t. First night back and I’m really tired” you lied. It took some convincing but you were able to weasel your way out of it. You didn’t stay for the rest of the show. You took y/s/n back to the hotel, still able to keep him away from prying eyes amazingly. 

That night, your son slept perfectly, yourself… not so much. You barely got any sleep. At about 3 am you decided to get on twitter and see what the world thought about your return. 

@RomanReigns - She’s back! @y/t/n you killed it 
@WWEEMMA - Can’t wait for this shake-up, hopefully I’ll be brought back to my girl @y/t/n
@SashaBanks - yess girl! @y/t/n 

You kept scrolling through twitter when a tweet caught your eye. Seth. 

@SethRollins - get to see @y/t/n back out there. She hasn’t missed a beat in nearly 2 years xx

Should you reply? You hadn’t really been keeping up with his career or life over the two year. You knew he got injured, came back and got injured again and won his match against triple h at WrestleMania but other that you didn’t know anything. You decided to leave it and turn to reality tv to help you sleep. 


“Thank you, everyone for meeting with us today” Triple H said standing in front of a small group of talent that included Dean, Maryse and Mike. 

“Why are we here?” You asked 

“Well as you know you, the superstar shake up is this week and you guys are the ones being moved” 

“Oh god” You mumbled as you looked at the raw people who were going to Smackdown. Kevin Owens, Charlotte, The New Day, Rusev, Lana, Sami Zayn, The Shining Stars, Sin Cara, Jinder Mahal and Tamina. No Seth. That meant he was staying on raw and I was going to raw. I grabbed Maryse’s hand “He’s gonna find out, I’m going to have to tell him” 

“It’ll be okay” Maryse rubbed your hand “We’ll be there for you” 

We had to stay for a few more moments before we were dismissed. 

“Maybe it’s time he knows” Dean shrugged “I know he was a dick but y/s/n is his son too, he has a right to know” 

“He wasn’t a dick, he was thinking with his dick. He doesn’t deserve anything” you hissed. That night you held y/s/n close to your chest. Your mind raced with the worst possible things that could happen when Seth found out. He could yell, he could try and take your son away from you or what you thought would be worse is that you open your mind to letting Seth be a part of your son’s life and he rejects the idea…

The next day you headed to raw with the rest of the smackdown crew. You were all being given a private locker room to share meaning they were about to find out about y/s/n. Everyone was pretty shocked. Mickie went straight into mummy mode and Alexa was all over him. They also all promised to keep the secret as well, which was nice of them. 

You, Alexa and Mickie made you way back through the curtain after it was revelaved that you were on raw. You stayed in gorilla to get interviews done for wwe.com and the youtube channel. Although you wish you hadn’t because that was where you ran into Seth. You had thought when you saw Seth for the first time face to face you might have felt angry or sad or even love but you felt nothing. 

“Hey y/n” 

“Hey Seth” you smiled at him. If he was going to find out about y/s/n sooner or later you were at least going to be cevil with him before he found out. Your eyes widen as you heard crying and over Seth’s shoulder you saw Bray Wyatt walking towards you with your son. 

“I’m so sorry y/n he won’t stop crying and Dean wasn’t there, or Mike, or Maryse and I didn’t know how to help” He said. He looked really worried as if he had done something wrong. You smiled and took y/s/n from Bray. 

“It’s okay, Bray he probably just missed me. You didn’t do anything wrong” You smiled “Thank you” Bray nodded and headed off. 

“W-W-Who’s this?” Seth stared at the baby in your arms 

“This is y/s/n” you said biting your lip calming him down. 

“Is he…is he….” he was in shock, he just couldn’t get the words out.

“Is he yours?” you asked, Seth nodded “um.. yeah he is” 

“We’re so sorry y/n!” Maryse said running up with Mike and Dean “they pulled us for interviews we were gone for like 2 minuets” 

“Its okay guys” you reasured them. 

“They knew?” Seth asked 

“Yeah…”

“Dean you knew? And didn’t tell me?” 

“Look man I’m sorry. It was her choice I couldn’t go behind her back and tell you” Dean said 

“I understand Mike not telling me bu you, You’re my friend…” 

“And so is y/n and she is Renee’s best friend too” Dean said 

“I can’t believe this” Seth shook his head “I can’t do this” and with that Seth walked away. 

The French Mispeight

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Based on the request by: Angela_Quindo (wattpad)

Summary: After “dying” on Supernatural, Gabriel hops universes and ends up in our own.

Pairing: Gabriel x reader

Words: 1200+

Warnings: Blood, death mention, tiny bit o’ archangel nudity

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Imagine play fighting with Chris. (Part 2)

A/N: So I recently bought a Yankees’ cap (why? ‘Cause I’ve always liked the New York Yankees even though I don’t really follow baseball) and I feel like this would be how Chris would react if his girl wore anything that didn’t celebrate his Bostonian roots. I’m doing this as a part two to the first play fight one, where they 'argued’ about the Patriots jersey Y/N had on.

“Can you hurry it up?” Chris called from the front door as you finished your smoothie in the kitchen. “I know it’s only nine, but it’s quite a drive and I don’t know what traffic’s going to be like.” You made some noise with your mouth full to tell him you’d heard him. “Tick tock, Y/N!” He called louder, trying not to laugh when he heard you make a frustrated sound with your throat. “We don’t have all day!”

You and Chris were driving to the other side of town to pick up a gift for your best friend’s baby shower which was in a few days. You’d ordered the top of the market baby stroller she’d been talking about for a while now; it was in the exact same baby blue color she’d painted her nursery, as well as engraved with the name her and her husband had chosen for their first born son. It was the perfect gift, the only problem was that instead of having it delivered- you’d accidentally chose the option to pick it up yourself at the branch on the other side of town. You’d tried to correct your mistake, but it was too late- your personalized stroller was waiting for you three and a half hours away. You were lucky your husband loved you and your best friend as much as he did otherwise you would’ve had a huge mess on your hands. He offered to drive, turning the mistake into a fun road trip instead.

“I’m coming!” You called back with a frown as you washed your glass. “We’ve still got plenty of time. Even with traffic, we’re going to make it. The store doesn’t close till eight, so can you just relax?” You grabbed your phone and cap, tugging it over you head as you made your way to the front door.

“Honest to God, you’re such a-” He cut himself off when he saw you. His jaw dropped and he stared at you with absolute horror, “oh my God.” His comment made your eyes narrow in confusion. You were about to ask what he was going on about when he asked, “what the hell is on your head?”

“Um…” Your eyes darted up towards your cap. “A cap?” You’d completely forgotten you’d grabbed the Yankees hat Sebastian gave you for your birthday, the one Chris had made you swore you’d never wear because it was a 'betrayal’ to him and your marriage; he was an extremist, that one. “I don’t under-”

“You’re fucking wearing a Yankees cap,” he cut you off with a chuckle. “Seriously?” He asked as you confirmed his accusation. “Are we seriously going to do this again?” He tried not to smile when he remembered how the last play fight went; you’d worn a Falcons jersey courtesy of Octavia Spencer and you’d both ended up in the pool. “Take it off.” He told you when you’d tugged it back over your head. “We’re not going anywhere with you in that piece of trash.”

“Okay,” you laughed. “You need to calm down, mister. This was a birthday present from Seb and it’s one of my most comfortable caps. So no, I am not going to take it off because you can’t handle seeing merchandise from teams that aren’t yours.” He pressed his lips tightly together, squinting at you evilly. “Let’s go, weren’t you worried we weren’t going to make it in time?”

“Yes, but I can’t take you anywhere in that hat.”

“Chris,” you laughed and pinching his face in one of your hands. He tried not to laugh as you squished his cheeks, “it’s only cute when I’m in the mood. I’m not changing my hat, okay?” He scrunched his nose at you and you chuckled. “What’s wrong with the Yankees anyway?” You quizzed as you dropped your hand. “They’re a good team.”

“How. Dare. You?” He punctuated each word, emphasizing his shock and horror.

“Let’s just go, you dork.” You slipped your hand in his and pulled a laughing him out of the front door. “I don’t even know why you’re so offended.” You told him as he locked the front door; he glanced back at you with a face that said it all, making you laugh. “It’s not like I support the team, I don’t even like sports.”

“She says to her husband who is a sports fanatic,” he said monotonously in a teasing manner; you laughed. “It’s offensive because you’re married to a Bostonian and you should be supporting The Patriots and The Red Socks.” You rolled your eyes at that. “Just so you know, my mom would kill you if she saw that on your head.”

“She has and she didn’t.” You told him as you walked towards the car. His eyes narrowed because he didn’t believe you, and you teased him as you both got into the car, “not everyone is as petty as you, Evans.”

“True, but I know my mom and she’s as petty as me.” That wasn’t true. “C'mon, where do you think I get it from?” He joked as he turned the key in the ignition; the engine purred. “We got into a huge argument after I had to wear a Yankees hat for Nanny Diaries. Huge,” he emphasized, “Y/N.”

“That’s a fake story,” you laughed and he bit back his smile as he pulled the car out of the driveway. “You may be able to trick interviewers, Christopher.” He chuckled as he took your hand in his, bringing it to his lips. “But I’m your wife and I know everything about you.”

“Then you should know not to wear that hat,” he mumbled into your skin and you yanked your hand away, rolling your eyes. “God.” You both burst out laughing when you caught each others’ gazes. “You’re lucky I love you more than I hate that team.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you laughed.

“About as ridiculous as you in that hat.”

“Oh my God,” you laughed harder, causing the corners of your eyes to crinkle which made Chris smile. “Are you honestly that annoyed by this hat?” You asked and he nodded. “Okay,” you chuckled. “If were wearing said hat when we first met, would you have approached me?”

“I’d like to say yes,” he winced and you laughed. “But the answer’s probably not.”

“So you would’ve been willing to miss out on this incredible life all because of a hat?”

“Funny,” he glanced at you with a cheeky grin, “I was just about to ask you the same thing.”

“Once again,” you shook your head, laughing, “you’re ridiculous.”

“I know,” he chuckled and you smiled. His ridiculous and childish behavior was part of his incredible charm; you’d never fallen for him if he wasn’t exactly the way he was. “Now aren’t you glad we met at a fancy Vanity Fair party where tasteless caps weren’t part of the dress code?”

“Goooooood,” you groaned loudly and he joined in. Both of you were trying not to laugh as you feigned annoyance because you both found your partner and everything they did adorable. “I should have never married you, Chris Evans.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, nodding. “But it’s too late now,” he winked as he wiggled his ring finger. His platinum band shimmered under the sunlight and you felt the smile on your lips grow even wider. You’d been together for four and a half years now, yet you still woke up each morning feeling like you were living in your wildest, happiest dreams. He took your hand, squeezing it tightly before entwining his fingers with yours. “You’re stuck with me, kid,” he said with a handsome grin.

“Bummer,” you teased, winking. “But hey, since we’re stuck with each other- Let me make things a little easier on you. You don’t like seeing this hat on me, right?” He made his 'duh’ face and you laughed as you pulled it off and placed it in your lap, straightening your hair with your free hand. “Well I love my husband and I don’t want to upset him, so- I’ll oblige.”

“Thank you,” he smiled.

“But I still need a hat, so-” you pulled his NASA cap from his head and he chuckled as you put it on yours. “But then-” you tried not to smile too wide as the hand in his tightened its grip, and the other prepared to yank Chris’ worst enemy on his head. “So do you.” You saw Chris realize what was happening before it happened; his eyes widened and he shook his head. “Ah, perfect.” You tugged it onto his head and he almost lost control of the car. “My handsome Yankees man. Navy blue suits you, baby,” you teased.

“Are you insane? Don’t do that while I’m driving, I could’ve gotten us killed.” He laughed when you did. “My instant reflex is to slap that piece of shit off my head,” he told you and you laughed harder. “Okay,” he chuckled. “You’ve had your fun, now get it off my head. You go ahead and wear it all you want, but don’t make me wear it. I swear it’s like burning my skin.” That comment made your stomach hurt from laughing too much. “Y/N, I’m serious!” He tried not to laugh but he couldn’t help himself. “Give me-” he tried to pull his hand from your grip but you tightened it. “Give me my hand!”

“No,” you giggled. “I like you in that cap, you look so dignified.”

“You’re going to get it when we get home,” he playfully warned with a smirk.

“You promise?” You bit your lower lip, smirking as flirtatiously as he was.

“You bet your ass I promise.”

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Part 4

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.

@shulkie suggested pining Levi so here we go.

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Levi watched as Jean draped his arm around Eren’s shoulders and said something into his ear with a wide grin. Eren laughed and poked his tongue out, and Jean pulled a face and pretended to recoil.

But they stayed close, those two.

Levi sort of thought they would have mentioned it if they were actually together, but with the way they acted sometimes he honestly wasn’t sure. It wasn’t really his business, he supposed, only that it was; Eren had told him flat out that he was good at shutting down their arguments, and doing that for a couple seemed weird and inappropriate.

Levi was ushered forward next, to be included in the photograph. The label still wasn’t sure how to ‘massage him into the band’s core brand’ as one of the bright, interchangeable young PR people had put it and Levi wished he didn’t even have to try. Some bullshit never changed.

They wanted him to watch all the band’s old interviews, and Levi put on a dutiful look and agreed, but secretly it wasn’t such a hardship.

They were both gorgeous, those two; fresh faced and charismatic, and Levi watched them joke and giggle and prod each other, squirming across a variety of TV talk show couches, along with their ex-bandmate Reiner. They’d always been all over each other, apparently, and Levi wondered why the PR people hadn’t told them to put a stop to it. Some of their comments were downright suggestive.

Levi didn’t need the mental images of the lean, leggy young men wrapped around each other like that, their stories of sharing hotel rooms and the back of a van working all too vividly on his imagination.

He didn’t know what to make of this whole situation sometimes; no one gets a second chance like that, a rediscovery and the opportunity to return to the stage after all those years. That alone seemed too much to expect, and here he was with two frankly beautiful young men who apparently saw in him nothing but good things. Even after they found out about his stage fright they seemed to think it was just something to manage rather than a deal-breaker.

He should be more grateful, and stop imagining them naked at the very least.

“At least you’ve done all this before,” Jean said when the shoot was over and they were heading back in the car. “It was a hell of a learning curve for us.”

“Mm.” Levi didn’t feel like discussing it; he’d felt like a third wheel for most of the time, and he doubted no amount of massaging the message was going to change that. How could it? He was a decade older than they were, and they’d almost literally found him in the trash.

He could almost sense them looking at each other, trying to work out why he was in a bad mood. Did they really know him so well so fast? Or maybe it wasn’t him at all, and they were silently communicating about more personal things.

“We should work on our narrative,” Eren said, when they’d retreated back to the boys’ apartment. Levi had sort of wanted to leave, but they had work to do. “They’re gonna keep bugging us until we have something.” He frowned. “We need something.”

Levi watched Eren return from the fridge and choose a seat across from Jean, flopping into it and somehow managing not to spill his drink. They always pulled apart when he was with them, and it was starting to bug him a little. He wasn’t prejudiced or anything.

“You don’t have to do that, you know,” he said.

“Do what?” Eren asked.

“Act distant with each other when I’m here. I’m not going to be bothered,” he lied slightly. It didn’t bug him for the obvious reasons at least.

“We’re not?” Jean looked puzzled.

Levi rolled his eyes. “You were practically sitting in his lap earlier.”

“Oh that!” Eren laughed, a little awkwardly. “It’s for the cameras, you know.”

“What?”

“The fans love it,” Jean explained. “The idea that we might be fucking in private. They get really invested. So,” he shrugged. “We play up to it a bit.”

“Don’t worry, Levi, we won’t make you do it,” Eren assured him.

“Too old?” Levi suggested wryly.

“No. I mean, you wouldn’t like it, right?”

He could feel their eyes on him, and he resisted the urge to squirm in his chair. He wished desperately he’d never raised the topic to start with.

“I wouldn’t really mind,” he said eventually. “I mean, if they like it.”

“Well that’s great!” Eren said, with more enthusiasm than Levi thought was necessary. “We know our narrative now, don’t we?”

Levi got the distinct impression they were communicating via eye contact again.

“And he was so good!” Jean declared, beaming at the host. “We were like, we have to get this guy to play with us.”

“And then we got him out of those overalls,” Eren said, leaning against Levi on the other side. “And look at this!” He grabbed Levi’s bicep and Levi flexed good-naturedly as the crowd oohed.

“Oh my God, those arms,” the host said, pulling a shocked and delighted face for the camera. “Can I touch them?” she asked.

And Levi, firmly wedged between his bandmates, Jean’s thigh pressed against his own and Eren’s breath tickling his ear, wasn’t sure if he was in heaven or hell, but he wouldn’t have traded it for anything.

Colours (Barry Allen)

BLURB: every person you love leaves a colour on your skin. Some people are stained everywhere with colour, some with none at all. But there is always one simple rule, once you find your soulmate they wash away all the other colours. 

OR 

 The soulmate colour AU with Barry cause lets be real, everyone needs this in their lives.  

 Also I apologize, I wrote this at three AM.

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The waiter that handed me my coffee had hands stained with blue, bright blue standing out against their dark skin. Guess they got lucky, found someone to wash away the rest. Or perhaps they never had any to wash away, their hairline is stained too. Signs of gentle touches. 

 Yeah I know most people use words like ‘painted’ or ‘caressed’ to describe the colours. I use ‘stained’, because thats what they are. Stupid marks that wouldn’t go away no matter how hard you tried. Marks that show everyone your personal life. Stains that show if you love too much or not at all.

 You see I hate the orange stains that lace my body, the constant reminder that my only love left me. Ran away with someone who could mark them with deep purple, wash away my pitiful gold. 

 Most people think gold is an amazing colour to leave behind, not him. He hated it, said it reminded him of all the medals he should have won. 

 Oh well, at least I’m not stained with white 

 That’s the worst, white means you’ve fallen in love. But they don’t love you back, so every time that person touches you your skin is bleached. A constant reminder that they don’t love you back 

 Most of the time those people find another soulmate, someone to wash away the bleach. To give them colour again 

 There’s one person in this city that I know of with skin bleached. 

 A CSI, I don’t know his name. But it’s obvious, I always see him interviewing patients at the hospital I work at.

 See their sympathetic looks as their eyes trail along his bleached body. 

 I’ve never spoken to him though; hell I’ve never even looked him in the eyes. I’m too scared I’ll see myself in them, see the same hopeless look all people left by their colour match do. 

 Yeah I get that there’s still hope. That by some miracle you might find a real match. Someone to wash away the other colours. Or paint over the bleach. It had happened before. 

But then I look at the bleached CSI, and I lose all hope. 

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 As I walk to the hospital I see him again, running in. He’s always late, that much is obvious by the annoyed scowl of the police captain as he arrives.

 The annoyed scowl stained with yellow. 

 I went to my next patient, trying to ignore the bleached soul behind me as much as I tried to pretend my hands aren’t stained with orange. 

 “Y/N?” one of the nurses called. 

 “Yeah?” 

 “The CSI has to question your patient.” 

 “Alright, send him in,” I replied as I carried on taking my patient’s vitals.

 There was nothing I wouldn’t have done to not be in that room.

 To not see my own fate reflected in his eyes. 

 I could ignore him, I thought. I could carry on my duties and pretend I didn’t see the other person in the room, I could just make sure the patient was stable and handle the rest once he leaves.

 Easy. Until he enters. 

 He’s much taller than I expected, about half a head taller than me (yeah I’m tall urgh). He walked in and tried to introduce himself. Tried to shake my hand.

 I ignored him, I couldn’t possibly address him. That would mean addressing all of him. 

 I try not to notice the sad looks my patient is giving him.

 I did my full exam without even looking at him, and then practically ran from the room. 

 Thankfully the rest of the day went fine, a couple patients commented on how happy I must be of course. Because that was the only option when a colour stains your body as much as it stains mine, no one presumes that person could have left. 

Because somehow everything revolves around this stupid colours.

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 As I was walking home that day I heard running behind me, as I turned around I saw the CSI running towards me. 

 No. No. No. 

 This cannot be happening, I thought. There was no way he could about to reach me, none at all. I avoid him as much as possible. This isn’t happening.

 “Hey! Wait,” he called, running up to me.

 When I turned to look at him I saw just how bad off he was, his hairline, his cheeks, the outline of his lips. All bleached, like every bit of colour was drained from him. 

His pain painted on his face by some cruel artist. 

 He held something in colourless hands, “This fell of your neck while you were examining that guy, thought you might want it back.” In his hands he held my gold necklace that my brother gave me, I hadn’t even noticed it had gone. 

 “Oh my god, thank you so much! I don’t know what I would have done if I had lost this!” He smiled, he was different when he smiled.

 Almost like a trace of his former self somewhere in there, fighting to resurface.

 “No problem,” he said as he handed it back to me. 

 As he gave it to me our hands touched, I almost screamed. 

 Where he touched me, the orange had changed to a deep maroon. I looked at his hand and saw gold, the bleached had been painted over. 

 “Hi,” he whispered, a broken smile on his face.

 “Hey,” I laughed back, tracing his face with my hand, watching as the bleach there changed to gold.

 It’s been five months since that day and I’ve got to own up to something, maybe soulmates weren’t so bad after all. I’ve learned his name is Barry, I’ve he’s the Flash (his colour is maroon for god’s sake). 

He’s in and out of the hospital all the time now.

 Only I don’t avoid him now, I watch with pride. As the patient’s smiles change from sympathetic to hopeful as their eyes trail down the gold paint strokes that lace his body.

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Thanks for reading what happens in my brain at three AM…

I’m actually rather proud of this one, please let me know what you think.

requests are open :)

Mixed up relationship (daveed x reader)

{a/n: so this started as a fic that would be angsty but turned into kink filled smut…also its daveed so like…yeah…um enjoy you filthy sinners}

Warnings: SMUT! Daddy kink, choking, Daveed being the sex God he is, sexxxxxx!

Tapping your pen against your desk, you sighed, no lyrics came, sometimes you wished you had daveeds talent of words, you closed your notebook, grabbing your phone, clicking it open, you had quite a few texts from various friends
‘Um..daveeds new podcast interview is up… maybe don’t listen to this one…they sort of talked a whole lot about you and daveeds very….quote mixed up relationship end quote’ sighing you rolled your eyes, it wasn’t uncommon for a tweet or a passing conversation to be thrust into your face of how very odd people found the fact daveed was dating as one person said ‘a stale piece of white bread’ nice, but people were always like that when the person they love starts dating someone who isn’t them, and it was maybe one person two at worst, for you things seemed fine, and daveed never hid his affection for you, never let people’s words sway how he felt, he had the attitude of a stoned brick, calm, collected and can not be swayed easily. You looked at your texts more from friends about the podcast, and a few about his morning radio interview about the upcoming EP clipping was about to drop. Before too long you found yourself sitting at your laptop, headphones on and hitting play on the podcast, they hosts sounded nice and made you laugh, when daveed came in the questions seemed to turn, many had learned of the split between him and his ex, it wasn’t messy, it was just a natural thing, people shift and move apart, with clipping and acting jobs, daveed was pretty much a Skype boyfriend, you didn’t mind, and neither did his ex, but they had decided, time had run its course. But five years is a long time, and in a seemingly too short period of time, you had become a staple in daveeds twitter and instagram, a few snap story take overs had many wondering where you popped up from, sighing you listened to them talk.
‘So mister daveed diggs, I hear someone new has captured that heart of yours’ you smiled hearing daveeds laugh knowing the flushed smile on his face well,
‘Yeah, she’s…she’s amazing, she makes life very interesting, many clipping songs have come from things her brain has spit out’ you laughed shrugging he wasn’t wrong many times you had no word vomit filter on your brain.
‘Yes, well people have been shouting at us, about the very mixed up relationship, seeing as you stared as Jefferson in Hamilton, the barrier breaking musical, people seem to see this as you sort of slamming a giant sort of white stamp on things’ you sat up turning the volume up slightly
‘I don’t know about that, i wouldn’t say our relationship is mixed up per say’ one of the hosts laughed
‘People said, that this was you conforming to the standard set back in the day, and many listeners say you should find a strong woman of color to keep breaking the world’s barriers, in music and stage and life’ you hit pause sighing. It wasn’t uncommon for people to say stuff like that, many woman at restaurants or bars, seeming to think you could never be daveeds actual girlfriend, and even when he says you are, they never fail to give their number with a comment of ‘when you see the light call me’ you never let it get to you, ever, but some days you felt bad…bad that you weren’t the one people wanted daveed with, sighing you shut your laptop standing. It was quiet in the apartment just you and soccer, who currently was asleep on the couch feet up ears down
‘Well don’t you look comfy’ the only response was a snort from the dog, sighing you looked around the apartment, deciding to just go lay down for a while you tugged your Oakland hoodie off, pulling a loose tank top out, rolling your eyes as it also read in large print ‘oakland’ you tugged off your leggings feeling free again bending over to grab the clothes from the floor, yelping as arms circled your waist lips pressing against your shoulder as you stood still caged by very strong arms
‘Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you,’ you laughed shrugging against his chest looking up towards him smiling as he leaned down pressing his lips to yours, he pulled back as you sighed leaning back against his chest feeling safe as he held you tightly
‘Mm can we like never leave this spot’ he laughed his chest vibrating against your back
‘I wish but the bed like five feet in front of us looks hella more comfy than standing’ you nodded as he uncaged you pulling his hoodie off, soon he was in sweats and leaning against the headboard arms open for you, smiling you climbed onto the bed, straddling him, his hands coming to rest just below your butt, looking up at you
‘So how was your day? Many exciting legal tour things?’ He laughed leaning his head against your stomach
‘Oh yeah so exciting as I signed so many documents my hand was going to fall off’ you laughed your hands moving through his curly mane of hair, scratching your nails against his scalp, he groaned happily as you did so
‘God I love it when you do that’ you smiled
‘Taught from my mom, any day can be made better by head scratches’ he smiled his hands moving up and down the back of your thighs soothingly as you hummed and played with his hair
‘So…I listened to some of that podcast you did’ he sighed pulling his head up to look at you eyes tired, you ran your thumbs under his eyes sighing
‘Yeah? I tried to get your friends to make sure you didn’t’ you sighed
‘I know, I got curious, i’m not like upset, I was, but I mean i’m used to those kinds of comments,’ he looked up at you eyes looking into yours, one hand coming up to hold your cheek
‘You shouldn’t have to be, people should just not worry who I fall in love with, who I write songs about,’ slowly he rose finally ending with you being flipped under him his hand moving down your neck and down your shoulder stopping to intertwine your fingers
‘Who I make scream till their voice is gone,’ his lips brushed against yours, causing your eyes to flutter shut, your breathing picking up slightly
‘Who I fuck till they can’t think or see straight let alone walk straight the next day,’ you whimpered slightly as his teeth grazed your pulse point his lips pressing against it feeling your pulse raise
‘Whose sounds make me want never leave this bed’ you opened your eyes as daveeds hands moved to your waist slipping under his tank top, slowly moving up until the shirt pooled right above your breasts, daveed ran a finger down over your bra, smirking
‘The one who if they went through my photo roll, would see the beauty of how very photo talented my girlfriend is, and how much she can make me go insane on tour’ you smirked as he leaned close before his lips took yours causing your back to arch into his chest, eyes closing as his hands moved to unhook your bra tossing it somewhere, you would find it later, his hand moved cupping your breast, his finger lightly circling your nipple, causing a small gasp to come out of your throat, he took his chance his tongue pushing in and dancing with yours, pulling back you whimpered looking up at him as he kissed his way down your body, kissing your breasts, before slowly kissing the beauty marks your clothes hid, his tongue ran down past your belly button stopping at the waistband of your panties, you watched him, breathing heavy as he hooked his thumbs into the band slowly pulling them down, his lips following down your right leg, tossing the panties for you to find later, he kissed up your left leg, his hand hooking under your thigh bringing it up to hang over his shoulder as he kissed your skin, biting softly, causing soft whimpers as he got closer to your core, his eyes held yours as he lowered his mouth down his tongue flicking against your clit as you inhaled sharply back arching hands flying to his curly hair tugging as he sucked it into his mouth his tongue circling it as you moaned, whimpering his fingers moved down before you felt him slowly push two into your entrance, pumping them slowly as he worked his tongue over you. You cried out as he brought the fire in your stomach closer to exploding, your fingers tugged his hair as he worked,
‘Da-fuck…daveed…i’m close please…please can…can I cum…please’ daveeds eyes found yours his eyebrow arching up his way to say no when his mouth was busy
‘Please oh god….daddy…daddy please I need to cum…please…please’ your legs shook as you held yourself back, he pulled back moving up his thumb moving to replace his tongue, eyes watching you like a lion hunting prey, lips moving down hot against your ear
‘Cum for daddy, let daddy hear how he makes you feel, cum all over daddy’s fingers’ you didn’t need any other words before you screamed out back arching as he finger fucked you through your orgasm, his lips kissing your neck, sucking a love bite into your skin, slowly he pulled his fingers out causing you to twitch, he pulled back looking at his fingers before sticking them in his mouth eyes shutting as he did
‘God, you taste like everything I have ever wanted’ you watched him as he slid off the bed tugging his sweats off, grabbing something from the top dresser, the foil wrapper falling as he turned crawling back up on the bed
‘Baby girl, daddy wants you to ride him, show him your pretty face when you fuck his cock’ you moaned nodding as you sat up slowly, he laid down as you moved to straddle him his hands coming to your waist before fully yanking your tank top off tossing it as you aligned yourself with his member, whimpering as you slid down on it, his hands tightened on your hips as he groaned,
‘Fuck, you feel so good around daddy’s cock’ you moaned as he helped you move your hips your, hands going to his chest to help steady you, his eyes never leaving your face as he moaned thrusting up to meet your hips, his head falling back
‘Fuck, daddy…’ he ran his hands up and down your waist as you moved your hips quickly,
‘Fuck, daddy, please, choke me’ he didn’t need to be told twice as his thrusts slammed into you his hand clamping around your throats as you moaned loudly
‘Fuck daddy’ he slammed up into you faster
‘Cum…right now, cum for me again, fuck let me see your face when daddy makes you cum’ you looked at him a mouth opening as you cried out cumming around his cock, your walls clenching around him, his thrusts became sloppy as he fucked you through your climax before finally groaning as he came, slowly thrusting to a stop, his hand moving from your neck to pull you down against his chest, his hand running down your back breathing heavy
‘Fuck I love you, no matter what people say,’ you smiled nodding weakly
‘I love you too, so much’ let’s just say you walked a little funny the next day and the love bite on your neck was not one daveed let you cover in his instagram posts.

Spelling Fights

Originally posted by elennemigo

Word Count: 1,816

Authors: Deka & Ale

Warning: None, just fluffiness

Pairing: Benedict Cumberbatch x Wife!Reader

Summary: The little fight between an American and a British couple

Credits to this video for the awesome interview: https://youtu.be/eX2M6Lf8WKc

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anonymous asked:

Really, I just wanna know how any of the Raúl characters (particularly Barba) feel about the fact that the fandom or their s/o has an infatuation with his tummy 😶 If you don't mind, that is... *sends love anyway because baby you're worth it 💃🏻💃🏼💃🏽💃🏾💃🏿*

pahahahahahahahaha ok ok ok ok. I know you said Barba but I totally thought of the awkward duckling Frederick so I’m doing both.

Originally posted by willinterrupted

Frederick knew he shouldn’t read reviews.

But, his most recent book had finally released to the public, and fortunately it appeared to be doing rather well. In fact, he had been invited for interviews, made it on the television. He wouldn’t quite consider himself ‘famous’ (he wouldn’t correct someone for suggesting so, of course), but he had indeed managed to find himself with a bit of a following- mostly young adults with a fascination that brought them to devouring anything and everything they could in regard to the criminally insane and serial killers…

And, well, while that may not be exactly the crowd he had intended on drawing in: it would do.

He had heard horror stories about Googling oneself. Who knew what you would find, especially if there was a reason for strangers on the internet to use your name?

What would happen, he wondered curiously one evening when the surveillance cameras of his hospital didn’t quite quench his nosinesscuriosity, if he simply…

“Dr. Frederick Chilton.” Send.
About 2,000 results (0.60 seconds)

Well isn’t that just fascinating?

Most of it was nothing new. A few opinions he had already seen, a video or two of his more recent interviews, some picture the press had gotten a hold of- he clicked over to “Images”, hoping he’d only find himself well-pressed and even better dressed.

The first row or two didn’t disappoint… but then, he stumbled upon a candid picture, or so it appeared. It was from a news station, shortly after he stood up and just before he re-fastened the button of his suit jacket; how embarassing, why would someone capture him without the blazer there to cover that boring dress shirt?

He couldn’t help from noticing, though; there were comments.
While pondering what ‘Tumblr’ could mean, Frederick went to the page containing the unflattering photograph, took a large drink of bourbon for courage: and opened up the hundred-or-so 'notes’.

“I’m obsessed with the tum-”

Tum? What are they talking about?

“Awe! LOVE THE TUM HE’S SO CUTE!”

… cute? Frederick wouldn’t quite have used that phrase to describe himself; dapper, handsome, suave maybe but cute? Whatever, though…

“LONG LIVE THE TUMMY OMG.”

Oh my god, he nearly choked on his drink- they were talking about his stomach? With wide eyes, he glanced downward, regarded his belly a bit more than he had in probably months. They said he had a tum? A cute tum, at least they were complimentary when discussing it…

“I looooooooove when he takes off his jacket-”

Why the Hell did he even waste money on nice suits? Apparently these Tumblr-folks would be much more interested in just seeing his stomach, his 'tum’ or whatever…

“The tum is so important! Daddy!”

……. Daddy….?

Very carefully, Frederick closed the laptop screen, brows knitting together. He was an acclaimed author, a doctor, a professional… yet, he was Tumblr-famous for his ’important tum’. Was this good or bad, he couldn’t quite decide.

Resolving never to bother Googling himself again, Frederick rose to his feet, tried his absolute best NOT to waste time studying his stomach any further- apparently there were already plenty of people who kept a close eye on it.

How odd.

He thought he had seen everything; but this?
A tum-obsession? HIS tum being obsessed over…?

People are strange. So, so strange…


Originally posted by rundalek

“Oh my God.”

Rafael Barba didn’t really find a reason to care that Carisi and Amanda were giggling at their cell phone. They usually found most anything amusing, especially kind-hearted Sonny, so who knew what they could have stumbled upon.

“I can’t believe someone actually made a blog about it-”

Why were they talking so LOUDLY, though? He was trying to concentrate, focus, actually get work done. Coming to the precinct may have been a mistake.

“These are pictures from his press conference on Wednesday…”

… Hold on… 

He had held a press conference on Wednesday.

Twisting in his seat, Rafael finally gifted the detectives the attention they were apparently trying to pry from him. “What on Earth are you two looking at?”

Proudly, Sonny snatched the phone, then turned it around so Barba could appropriately see the collection of photos. He squint, making quick work of scanning the little set. They were pictures of, well, him. “Who took those?”

“Your fans,” Amanda teased, and leaned over Sonny’s arm so she could scroll for him. “Look- they even leave comments.”

“You’re a hot commodity, Counselor!” Carisi only laughed when Rafael pried the phone from his fingers, then shoved his own hands in his pocket so he could carefully watch the ADA’s face. “Apparently you’re popular among the kids.”

Well, that would have been flattering, but the comments didn’t quite appear to be of the normal variety- a couple compliments about his suspenders (well, that’s nice of them) and a few side-notes about how great his hair looked (thank God he went to the barber just the day before)… but some were, well… a bit more interesting, to say the least.

Absently, his hand fell to his stomach, and at the sight of his slack-jaw and his brows nearly bouncing off his forehead- Rollins began to roar with laughter.

“HE FOUND IT!” She squealed, after hiding her face in the shoulder of Sonny’s suit.

Oh, but Rafael ignored her, much more distracted by the fact that these people were talking about… his ’tum’? He could only assume, due to the mentioned 'bottom right’ photograph where he was just about to button up his blazer, that they were indeed discussing his stomach.

And they were definitely not being shy about it.

“OH MY GOD I LOVE THE TUM!”

They couldn’t be serious…

“I hope he never loses the tum, it is so cute.”

Okay, maybe they were being serious…

“I’m OBSESSED WITH THE TUM. Court is in session and my body is ready, we can meet in my chambers.”

The color drained from his face… really...?

Barba couldn’t decide if he was mortified or just surprised. Not only was he not quite prepared to consider that he had… fans? But now, he had to consider… these people discussing his photographs were interested in his stomach. Honestly, he didn’t think it was that noticeable… had he gained weight, or was that maybe just a particularly unflattering dress shirt? Were his pants too tight?

“ADA 'THE BOOTY’ BARBA!”

Okay, maybe the pants weren’t the problem.

“What the Hell is Tumblr?” He asked from behind curled fingers, which were being used to try and hide the bewildered look on his face, as well as his blush. “How did you two even find that?”

“Are we not going to talk about the fact you’re famous for your tum?” Amanda was still trying to recover, giggles interrupted every few words.

Carisi elbowed her, pointed out a later comment he noticed after he was given his phone back “Lookat this one- PAPI PROSECUTOR.”

THAT was enough; Rafael slammed his palms on the top of the desk, pulling their attention off the little screen long enough to watch him recklessly shove paperwork and his book into the familiar briefcase. “I’m getting out of here, you two are ridiculous, I can’t get any work done-”

“Don’t forget your jacket, Barba-” Sonny bit the inside of his cheek, yet still couldn’t resist a final jab, “Or you may distract a blogger with your tum.”

Wedding Bells? || Josh

Josh masterpost found here

Word count - 1,598

Summary - The one with James Corden.

Josh’s POV

Tonight was the night (Y/N) was to be on The Late Late Show with James Corden. She traveled all the way to the states for part of her tour and when James asked her to appear and perform on the show, she couldn’t turn it down. I was crazy proud of her, and so were the other boys. They all came over to my flat to watch her on the show. We ordered some pizza and broke out the drinks just in time to see her performance. “She’s smashing it!” Mikey said excitedly, taking another bite of his pizza.

“And she looks bloody incredible,” Jack added.

“She sent me like, three different outfits,” I said. “She couldn’t decide. I picked this one.”

“Her ass looks great,” Joe said, sipping his beer. I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to the TV.

Once she finished singing her song, James joined her on stage, gave her a hug, and said to the audience, “(Y/N) (Y/L/N) ladies and gentleman! We’ll be back to talk to her after the break!”

“Better get another round of drinks ready,” Conor laughed.

“Is she nervous?” Oli asked while Conor went to go grab another beer from the kitchen.

“I don’t think so,” I told him. “She was only telling me she was excited. I think she’s pretty used to interviews by now.”

The commercial break seemed to fly by. When (Y/N) appeared back on the screen with James, I shushed everyone in the room and turned up the volume. “Welcome to the show (Y/N),” James said with a smile.

“Thanks for having me,” she said back. “I’m a big fan.”

“Well thank you,” James said. “And we’re a big fan of yours. Your album is absolutely smashing the charts right now.” The audience cheered and I couldn’t help but mirror the smile (Y/N) was wearing.

“I know it’s been crazy,” she said. “I think it hit number one in the UK only a few hours after it was dropped which is mental.”

“And number one here as of yesterday, so congratulations,” James said.

“Wait, really?” she said, her jaw dropping. “Are you serious?”

“You didn’t know?” James almost laughed.

“I had no idea!” she said, smiling widely. “That’s crazy. Oh my god. Thank you guys so much. Wow. Okay. Wow. Sorry. I got a bit excited. Sorry. Wow.”

“Blimey!” Joe exclaimed. “Number one in the states!”

“And after only 48 hours,” I replied, absolutely beaming with pride. We all turned our attention back to the TV after the applause from the audience had died down.

“You sound so surprised,” James said.

“I am!” (Y/N) replied. “When I started making music I never ever in my wildest dreams would’ve thought I’d be heard in America, let alone hit number one. Hell, I never thought anyone outside of my local pub was going to hear me.”

“That’s right, you started by playing in pubs,” James said. “Tell us a little more about that.”

“Well, I had a bit of a bumpy childhood,” she said. “A lot of bullying which lead to an eating disorder which lead to self harm which lead to more bullying which lead to me dropping out of sixth form. That’s I think considered about 12th grade in high school here in the states. Well anyway, so I didn’t graduate, I dropped out and locked myself in my house for ages. My parents, bless them, were so concerned and poured so much love out to me. After a while I started getting into music. It was the only thing that like, didn’t make me feel so sad all the time. So my parents bought me a guitar and I learned to play and started to sing and started playing for local pubs. Around 2012 I started posting videos on YouTube. I was about 19 at the time. That’s where I met a load of my friends and got the courage to start posting more regularly and playing for bigger crowds. I would get to play at YouTube conventions and eventually Sony heard me and signed me and now I’m here.”

The audience applauded (Y/N) and I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face to save my life. Even the boys were silent with proud smiles plastered on their faces. “That’s incredible,” James said once the crowd died down. “And now you are a spokeswoman for Beat.”

“I am,” she nodded. “Beat is the UK’s leading charity supporting people with eating disorders. Like I said, after I met my friends through YouTube, they all really encouraged me to speak up about my disorder. At first I didn’t want to because I thought it would lead to more bullying online in the comments section of my videos and on a much larger scale than I was used to. Deep down though I knew that my voice mattered and that I was so fortunate to be on a platform where I could save somebody. So in between posting covers of songs and original pieces, I would post videos about my disorder and answer questions and give advice to anyone who asked for it. Now I’m a proud spokeswomen for Beat so I get to speak to larger crowds about it which has just been an incredible blessing.”

The audience applauded again and James announced another commercial break. “I forget how much (Y/N) has been through,” Caspar said, taking a piece of now cold pizza from the box.

“Same,” Joe nodded. “She’s just changed so much. I remember when I first met her, she’s so different now. It’s hard to believe she was ever quiet or scared or hurting. She’s always so positive.”

“You sure do have a good one, Josh,” Jack said, clapping me on the back. The boys all agreed and I smiled again.

“She’s so inspiring,” I said honestly. “Like, I know you’ll all just take the piss out of me but I genuinely am just so proud of her everyday. She inspires me to be a better person. And she’s always used her platforms to do incredible things. Whether she was on YouTube or now on the bigger scale, she’s just always been trying to help people. She always told me it’s because she never wanted anyone to feel as alone as she did. Everyday I just find a new reason to love her.”

The boys were quiet for a minute. Conor then said, “As badly as I want to take the piss out of you, I just can’t.” The boys all mumbled agreements.

“Do you think you’ll marry her?”

I turned my attention fully to Caspar when he spoke. “Come on,” Caspar laughed lightly. “I’ve known you for almost our whole lives. Three years on and you still look at her like it’s the first day you met her. I’ve never seen anyone impact you the way she has.”

Before I could answer, James came back on the TV with (Y/N) again. “So before the break you talked a little bit about your YouTube life,” James said. “You still post covers online.”

“I do,” (Y/N) smiled. “I can’t abandon my YouTube roots.”

“Most of your friends are YouTubers,” James said. “And your boyfriend?” At this, I blushed and so did (Y/N).

“Yeah, Josh and I have been dating for three years now,” she said. A picture of me and (Y/N) came up on the screen as the audience “aww’d.” It was a picture from Instagram of us on the beach in Knysna. Another one came up that Oli had taken without our knowledge of us sitting outside one day on a trip to LA. We had woken up early and ate breakfast on the porch as we watched the sunrise. Oli captured us with her head on my shoulder.

“Do I hear wedding bells ringing?” James teased as he and (Y/N) came back on screen.

“That’s what I just asked!” Caspar yelled to the TV. We all shushed him as (Y/N) spoke.

“No ring on my finger!” she laughed lightly.

“Come on,” James pressed. “You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.”

“Of course I have,” she said. “What girl hasn’t? Not sure the timing is right right now.”

“Please,” James scoffed playfully.

“Josh and I both still have some growing up to do,” she said with a smile. “He’s got a lot going on with his channel right now and I’ve got a lot with the album and the tour. We’re both still young. We’ve got all the time in the world. For now I think we’re both very happy with how things are.”

“Fair enough,” James nodded, holding his hands up in surrender. “Just tell me one thing.”

“Anything, James,” she teased.

“If he proposed to you tomorrow, what would your answer be?”

“James!” she laughed, covering her face with her hands.

“You said anything!” James said back, laughing as well.

“You’re going to get me into deep water here, James,” she said.

“It’s just a question!” he said back.

“Alright, alright,” she laughed. “To be honest, I would’ve married Josh after a month of dating him if that wasn’t so crazy. So I suppose if he proposed to me tomorrow, I’d say yes.”

The audience cheered, James smiled, and signed off for another commercial break after thanking (Y/N) for being on the show. The boys then went off, making jokes about how I better go out and buy a ring. I ignored them, far too focused on the text that just appeared on my phone.

(Y/N): No rush, my love. I’ll be ready whenever you are xx

Crossing The Ocean

Asa Butterfield (Actor) x Reader:

(y/n) is part of the supernatural cast and also good friends with Asa. But on the after show party of the movie awards they start to make out and when Jensen catches them he can’t stop teasing (y/n) about it.

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Being part of the supernatural cast involved uncountable minutes of fooling around, laughing until you got a stomachache and - for me since I was the youngest cast member - enduring the endless teasing about being single among married co-actors.

Apart from that it also involved loads of interviews, conventions, invitations to movie awards and even more interviews.

Standing on the red carpet and having microphones right before my nose was now part of my daily life and I’ve never thought that I would get used to these large gatherings of people so quickly.

However, I loved going to movie awards, not only because of the interviews or the fans which I loved so much but also because of meeting other actors, either new ones or old friends.

The category of “old friends” consisted of Asa Butterfield, for example, who I’ve known since god knows when but I don’t see him a lot due to the fact that he lived on the side of the earth. So, I was always more than happy to meet him again after long periods of only texting and speaking to each other on the phone.

Today was one of these rare days where I got to see him at the movie awards. I have walked over the red carpet with my co-actors from supernatural and answered a lot of questions before going inside the huge building, my eyes constantly looking for Asa.

“Maybe you will finally get a date tonight. I mean the after show party is a great opportunity to find that special someone.”, I heard Jensen say but I just rolled my eyes. “Yeah, sure… I doubt that this will ever happen.”, I murmured while I watched Jared and Genevieve sharing a brief kiss, hoping that someday I will find someone who loves me this much.

“I think she already found one.”, Misha appeared behind us giving me a cheeky smile. I looked up to him, my eyebrows narrowed before asking, “Where have you been the last months? Didn’t you-” “Hey, (y/n), look! It’s Asa, isn’t it?”, Jensen interrupted me loudly, making me push him away slightly and leaning in to see from his spot. “WHAT? Where is he?”, I asked instantly, my gaze wandering through the big hall.

“I’m just kidding.”, he laughed and Misha joined in. “Oh, I forgot how funny you were!”, I said sarcastically, shaking my head while Jensen and Misha were still laughing.

The next two hours involved actors getting their awards followed by their speeches and, of course, I was proud to say that we were be able to go up on the stage getting another award for our amazing tv show.

After that, we all went to the after show party and I was still looking for Asa, asking myself how it was possible to miss him all time. Jared and Jensen had already seen him from distance, so he was definitely here.

When I noticed that I got a message I looked down at my display which revealed a message from Asa: “I’ve been trying to talk to you the whole evening! Where are you? I can’t find you!” I smiled to myself while I answered him: “I’m in the back of the room where the couches are.”

Only few minutes passed before Asa was standing in front of me, a huge smile on his face. “Hey, guys. Do you mind me borrowing (y/n)?”, he laughed and I looked at my friends who only grinned at me. “It’s fine. But don’t do anything naughty.”, Misha said making everyone laugh but I just rolled my eyes again, a smile on my lips.

When I stood up the first thing I did was hugging Asa as tightly as I could, trying not to think about our last hug which lagged too far behind. I took in his scent and tried to memorize it while his arms hold me near him. “(y/n), I missed you so much…”, he sighed quietly, his lips touching my ears slightly making me blush and wanting to be in his arms forever.

“I missed you, too, Asa.”, I whispered before I loosened the hug, noticing everyone’s stares. “Let’s go, I’ll buy you a drink.”, he offered, leading me to the bar but I didn’t miss Jensen winking at us.

Asa and I sat down at the bar, talking, drinking, occasionally touching. I couldn’t help but think about how much I appreciated his company. I loved talking to him or simply listening to his voice since it always made me calm down.

“How long are you going to stay here?”, I wanted to know, hoping that this wouldn’t be our only encounter.
“Two weeks… or 17 days to be exact. Don’t worry (y/n), we’ll have enough time to spend together.”
“I love your shirt, by the way.”, I mentioned after a few seconds of silence, my hand brushing over the soft, gray fabric.

I watched his eyes roaming over my body while he stuttered some words. I gave him a smile as he looked into my eyes again. “I want to say something nice about your dress… but the only thing on my mind is taking it off of you.”, he mumbled, his fingers running through his hair nervously. I felt my face heating up while an awkward silences lingered between us.

“That wasn’t an appropriate thing to say.”, he chuckled, looking everywhere but at me and since I still didn’t know what to reply I just said the first thing that came into my mind, not wanting him to feel uncomfortable around me. “It’s okay.”

His head shot up, his incredible blue eyes looking right into mine.
There was silence again, a tension forming between us and the next thing I remembered was having his soft lips on mine.

I didn’t really know what was happening and I closed my eyes, going by instinct and letting it happen - a decision I would never regret even though I had thought that the main reason for this was the influence of alcohol.
My hands wandered up to his neck while our lips moved in perfect synchronisation. And when I felt his hands grabbing my waist to pull me closer and his tongue licking over my lips, I realised that kissing him was really addictive and I wouldn’t be able to stop.

But after a while he pulled back abruptly, looking at me frantically. “Oh my god… What am I doing? I’m so sorry. I’m ruining everything!”, he panicked, pushing himself away from me and taking his warmth with him. “I think I should go.”, he mumbled, avoiding eye contact and starting leave. “No, Asa! Wait!”, I said loudly, trying to grab his sleeve but he left too quickly, vanishing between the crowd.

But then, right before me, Jensen appeared with a huge smirk on his face. “Looks like you got yourself a boyfriend.”, he chuckled, “Tell me, (y/n), what did you feel while kissing Asa?”, he asked, holding his fist in front of my face as if he was holding a microphone.

“Is this important now?”, I wanted to know, clearly showing him my annoyance. “Of course it is! Asa is a possible future husband, now.”, he insisted but I rolled my eyes. Leaving me after kissing me isn’t exactly what a future husband would do.

“He’s not me fiance.”, I reminded him, crossing my arms in front of my chest. “I know, I know. But he could be… in a few years.”, he suggested with a big grin on his lips. “Yeah, sure. Thank god he doesn’t live on the other side of the world.”, I mumbled sarcastically and started to leave. “Where are you going?”, Jensen wanted to know, before I answered, “To the hotel, I’m not in the mood for a party anymore.”

The whole evening the only thing on my mind was Asa kissing me and then leaving like a coward.

The next morning I woke up to a quick, loud knock on my door. I stood up, running my hands through my hair before opening the door. I saw Asa standing there with his hands in his pockets, a nervous smile on his lips.

“How did you know what my room number is?”, I wanted to know when I let him step inside. “Jensen told me.”, he replied quietly, awkwardly standing in the center of my room.

When I stepped in front of him, my arms crossed, I waited for him to say something.
“You’re angry, I get that. And I’m sorry.”, he started, his hands reaching out to touch my arms. His touch sent warmth through my whole body making me want to be closer to him.

“I thought… yesterday… you know, the kiss.”, he continued, stuttering, “I was a bit drunk but kissing you… it made me want to kiss you again. Forever. And only you.”

I stopped breathing while his hand wandered up to cup my face. “I think I fell in love with you… at some point… I don’t know… I like you so much and I totally understand if you don’t feel the same, but…”, he admitted and stopped, looking at me and waiting for any reaction.

But I didn’t know what to do. Neither did I know what to say. “I know that there is a whole ocean between us, being one big reason to shove this feelings away. But I can’t, I tried and I can’t. I want to be with you…”, he finished, scratching his neck and making me blush.

“Can you please say something? Anything, please!”, he mumbled nervously, licking over his dry lips.
I just stepped forward, my hands grabbing his coller and pulling him down to press my lips onto his. Letting out a deep sigh, he kissed me back slowly as his hands found their way to my hips. “I don’t mind crossing the ocean so often.”, I whispered against his lips, making him smile.

“I’m really glad Jensen called me yesterday.”, he said quietly with a grin on his face, earning a confused expression from me.

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The P.A.

Joe Sugg x Reader #2

Warnings: A few swear words, but nothing I can think of otherwise 

Word Count: 1344

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#2 for AU April: CEO 

(image creds to the owner)

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You were having quite a morning.  

Somehow the world had been against you and it all started with your alarm clock not waking you up. Then, you were late for the bus so that’s how you found yourself in the exact position you were in: sprinting towards an elevator. Here you were on the first day of a brand new, somewhat prestigious job, and sprinting to not be late in order to meet your boss. You were about to curse your luck as the doors closed, when a hand quickly stuck out from inside, letting you on.

“Thank you so much,” you said with hurried breaths, looking at the man who had let you on.

He was dressed smartly, but a little bit more casual than you had expected for an office building. His shirt was tucked messily into his trousers, and his hair matched the messiness. Yet he still looked put together with his blazer. If you were being honest, he was kind of gorgeous.

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At the Comic-Con

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Featuring: the Avengers cast

Words: 1579

Warning: some swearing

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Request: none

Notes: I know it’s really crap but I wanted to write something and this is what I could come up with. Sorry!


Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh

This was the best birthday present ever. You were from San Francisco and had spent years dreaming about going to the San Diego’s Comic-con. You loved Marvel and everything that had to do with it, so that place was a dream come true for you. Sadly, the tickets used to be too expensive and were sold too fast so you never got the chance. But when you turned 22, your best friend gave you the best present someone could ever give you: tickets to the comic-con!

The moment you had them in your hands you rushed to the web page to check the program and let out a scream when you saw your friend, Anne, had given you tickets for the day when The Avengers panel would take place.

“My fucking God, Anne! I’m gonna meet Captain America!” You squealed while you were walking into the Comic-con itself.

The moment you gave your tickets you started looking around. It was much better than what you ever imagined. Many cosplays, dressed up people, photoshoot, interviews everywhere and your heroes all around you!

“Close your mouth or a fly will go in”, Anne laughed as she saw you looking around speechless.

“This is just amazing, really”, you mumbled shaking your head. “Thank you so much”, you told your friend as you hugged her tight.

The Avengers panel was at noon so you two walked around the place for two hours before going there. Somehow you managed to seat at the front row which almost made you cry. You were holding Anne’s hand the whole time since you felt like scream if you didn’t. She was truly being your rock that day.

“Ladies and gentleman, please, welcome… The Avengers! Chris Evans, Robert Downey Jr, Scarlet Johansson, Chris Hemsworth, Jeremy Renner and Mark Ruffalo!”

You got up and started clapping while all of them went up to the stage. Your eyes immediately found Chris. He was so good looking! And those damn eyes could be seen from the other side of the room. They all took a seat and you did the same, biting your lip as you looked at all of them.

“So guys, congratulations for The Avengers 2, I gotta say I loved it!” The host said. You nodded smiling, it had been such a good movie. Marvel never disappointed you.

“It was a fun movie to film, to be honest. I mean, working for Marvel and with the Russo brothers is always such a rewarding experience”, Robert talked on the microphone while the rest of the team nodded.

“So tell us, where did you film it?” The interviewer asked.

“Actually, we did a lot of filming in Europe, the Avengers facility was in Norwich and Sokovia was actually in Italy” Chris explained.

“Italy? Wow!” The host replied.

“The team made such a good work to make it look like…well, Sokovia”, he said making you laugh a little.

“Indeed, I would have never said it was Italy”

The interview lasted for like 15 minutes before the audience started asking questions. You didn’t ask anything since you were too shy and shocked to say anything else. Before you even noticed, this part of the panel was gone and now you had 30 minutes before the signing started.

“I can’t do this, Anne”, you said holding your Avengers’ poster as you waited in the line.

“You’ve been waiting years for this, of course you can”, your friend encouraged you.

“But he’s so hot! I won’t be able to say anything coherent”, you sighed looking at the table where they were already seated, waiting for the signing to start.

“Then be incoherent but don’t be quiet! It’s not the moment to be quiet”, Anne said as she pushed you a little to move forward.

You didn’t have to wait long and before you could realise what was going on, you were in front of Scarlet Johansson and she was signing your poster as she talked to you.

“How are you? You seem nervous”, she smiled at you.

“I am. I’m freaking out. I had been waiting to come to this Comic-con for years now and I can’t believe I’m here”, you said as fast as you could.

“Well, I hope you enjoyed it”, she replied with a smile.

“Indeed”, you said while you moved to stand in front of Robert.

You looked around for a moment just to discover that Chris was just next to Jeremy and Renner was the next one. Just with that, you started freaking out once again.

“Someone’s nervous”, Robert smiled at you. You nodded biting your lip. “Don’t worry, Jer is a good guy”, he winked at you and passed the poster to Jeremy.

You looked at Chris for a moment and for some reason you saw he was actually looking at you. Immediately, you felt your cheeks getting red as you tried to focus on what Jeremy was saying, but all you could do was smiling at him.

“Hi”, Chris said as soon as you were in front of him. “What’s your name?” He asked.

“I…I’m… (Y/N). My name is (Y/N)”, you managed to say. He smiled at you and looked down at the poster to sign it.

“Such a beautiful name that one”, he said and looked at you once again before writing something on the poster. “Read that”, he winked and passed the poster to Mark.

Once you passed Chris you felt a bit calmed, but the fact that his eyes were on you the whole time didn’t really help. Somehow, you still managed to have a short conversation with Mark and Chris. Once you were finished you took the poster and looked at all the autographs. It was just amazing!

Looking around for Anne you hurried to where she was waiting for you just to show her your signed poster. This was going straight to your wall. No doubt.

“(Y/N)… What’s that?” She asked taking the poster.

“What’s what?” You said taking it from her hands.

She pointed at the Cap’s image that was covered by his signature. But there was something else: “meet me after the signing at the back of the stage where we had the panel ;)”

“Oh my…” you mumbled and looked at Anne who was looking at you shocked. “This is a joke, isn’t it?” You said.

“It doesn’t look like a joke at all, if you ask me”, she replied looking at the message. “You have to go”, she immediately said.

“You think so?” You asked unsure.

“I didn’t give you tickets for this so you missed a chance like this one”, she immediately replied.

She was right. Maybe it wasn’t true, but how many times would you have a chance like this one? Ever again. So you had to take it. Biting your lip, you looked back at the table just when Chris was looking at you again. When your eyes met, he winked at you before focusing his attention on the guy in front of him.

You two decided to sit down on a bench and wait for the signing to be over. When there were only three people left on the line, you looked at your friend before going to the spot Chris had told you. It wasn’t actually easy to get there since there was security everywhere but you managed to sneak in the back somehow.

“Hey there”, you looked around for the source of the voice and felt really nervous when you saw it was Chris. “I thought you wouldn’t come”, he said walking closer to you.

“Sorry I…it was hard to sneak in here. It’s crowded with security”, you explained.

“I’m glad you made it”, he nodded.

“So…why did you want me to come anyway?” You asked. He chuckled a little and ran a hand over his head.

“This is going to be so creepy but… there was something about you, besides the fact that you’re so beautiful, that made me want to get to know you”, he said with his hands in his pockets.

You looked at him like you didn’t even hear him. He had to be kidding you. It was a bad joke, but it had to be one. There was no way he could be interested in you. Not in that sense at least. It was Chris Evans we were talking about.

“Don’t mess with me”, you laughed nervously.

“I’m not”, he said smiling as well. “We will be in town for another couple of days and I would like a date with you in that time”, he added.

“Are you serious?” You asked still not believing what you heard.

“I am”, he replied. “So? Do you want to go and grab a coffee once I’m finished here?” He suggested.

“A coffee sounds good, actually”, you nodded.

“Great. Then…meet me at the parking lot at 7?” He asked.

“I’m with a friend. I can’t leave her alone”, you said biting your lip.

“Oh…eh… I can tell Scar to come with us so you can bring your friend”, he said.

“Ok, it’s settled then”, you said with a big smile.

“Good…see you later then”

He moved a bit closer and kissed your cheek softly. Damn, he smelled so good. Then he looked at you for a few more moments before walking away. Probably he had another interview but you didn’t care anymore. You had a date with Chris fucking Evans and you just couldn’t wait to tell your best friend.

anonymous asked:

Stydia's first kiss was genuinely cute, she saved him, the cheek kiss was adorable and their last kiss was just my fav. You can't keep hating on them 24/7!!! At least they look nice, unlike Stalia!

Oh hey there anon hate…my friend.

When people leave hate…do they like……expect me to suddenly go, “OH MY GOD! You’re totally right…I’ve had it wrong the whole time, you’re right…totally.” Really? Come on….197 character (I count fast) is not going to change me…okay??? 10,000 characters wouldn’t……

Anyway…onto your amazing statements….I’m going to split this down the three Strdia kisses and three slightly similar Stalia kisses:

1. Strdia - 3x11 - panic attack kiss

Well this is easy..if someone is having an panic attack…don’t fucking kiss them. This doesn’t need repeating for a billionth time? You are not even meant to touch someone during a panic attack….it says it on every medical site on the internet…..

“Don’t ever touch a person who’s having a panic attack without asking and obtaining definitive permission to do so. In some cases, touching the person without asking can increase the panic and make the situation worse.”

And please don’t the argument…”She saved him in her own way,.it’s true love..this show is fictional!”

Yeah…it’s fictional….but they managed to stick to the effect of FTD (Dementia) with Stiles, money problems in season four…they try to relate it to real life….JEFF DAVIS SAID HE LIKES TO STICK TO REAL LIFE!!! So please….don;’t make this kiss romantic…it isn’t!!

1. Stalia - 4x01 - “Find a way to concentrate” 

I’ve seen many posts about how this kiss steals the Strdia panic attack kiss…no…….just no.

Did Stiles kiss Malia, the one who was in distress? No

Did Malia kiss Stiles, because he told her to concentrate and she found kissing him the best way to do so?  Yes

2. Strdia - 6x01 - “Do NOT kiss me.”

Simple…she said don’t kiss me…but he kissed her! During and afterward, she is confused, the smile is more of a Holland/Dylan thing.

2. Stalia - 4x07 - “You’re coming back, right?” 

Malia was dying. Stiles was leaving. He had a promise to keep and his scent, which was provided by the jacket he wraps around her, keeps her safe. The kiss was to comfort her, so she knew he was coming back…..she wasn’t against it and she seemed to find it loving, but also upsetting, she wasn’t sure she’d ever see him again. 

3. Strdia - 6x10 - “You didn’t have too” + “This fan service is so forced I can’t been a scene with Shelley for more than five seconds.”

If the kiss had looked appealing and nice, I don’t think I’d hate on it as much as I do, but I have never seen two actors more uncomfortable in my whole life. Dylan looks like he wants to throw up, Holland opened her mouth to kiss him…huh? Like Holland said in a interview, “Like kissing a brother, “ haha, looks like she felt that. 

The “I love yous” with this ship seem weird, considering Lydia had no prior feelings.

3. Stalia - 4x10 - “I like you, Stiles. I like you alot.” - “I can work with that.” 

Well, these two couldn’t be broken up for long, now could they? Stiles tries his best to get the point across that he made mistake..he loves her and wants her back…he’s not chasing after Lydia. They kiss and he holds her like it’s the last time.

Also the use of the word like…I don’t think Malia could say it, maybe because the last time she ever said it was when she nine, probably to her Mum and little sister…maybe “I’ll never leave you behind” just means more, to me, making promises and sticking to them, is much better than a four letter word.

Also the “I can work with that,” Stiles was willing to fall more deeply in love with this girl and what happened…oh yeah…fan service ruined.

Originally posted by samandmickey

Yes…I use this gif too much..what it sums up my anon life!