ok so the text is a bit small

Alex Kingston is in the UK right now and while yes ok please at least a small bit in the Christmas special I would also like to point out that David Tennant is done with his play on June 10th so DEAR BIG FINISH PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS I NEED IT. THANKS.

Magnetic [Part 1 / 2]

Based on “Shape of You” by Ed Sheeran.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Explicit Language, Unprotected Sex, Use of Alcohol, Strong Sexual Reference and Suggestive Themes. 

Word Count: 5.3k+

A/N: I am completely enamored with this song and I had to sink my teeth into the prompt idea so enjoy lovelies! x. T

SoHo, New York City  |  9:57 PM

.     .     .

The soft golden glow from the lights overhead illuminated the area in a warm, alluring haze that cast everyone in shadows in just the right places. The gloss of the oak bar top shimmered in that light, making the perspiration that touched the wood from your sweating glass glisten brilliantly and you were entranced in watching a drop form. Lost in thought and staring at the cocktail in your fingers, you were unaware of the three men that entered the bar.

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Prologue -(FreshPaper)-

Within the white spaces of the anti-void…

So, bro?” Fresh smiled as he crossed his arms in front of him, glasses spelling out ‘OH YEA’, “I won dat round so dat means that ‘m da winner for da whole thing!

“…That’s because you knew all the rules to this weird Rock…scissors… whatever game.” Paper Jam replied, trying to be calm sounding but a bit of anger was heard through a few of the words.

Dude! Da game is super easy! Can’t believe dat you couldn’t get it!

“You ran by the rules so fast and went right into it. By what you said – I threw a rock each time. How does a piece of paper defeat a rock? That doesn’t make sens….”

JAMSTER…” Fresh plopped his arm around Paper’s, leaning into the inky being a little, “It’s just a game! A game where da loser must do somethin’ for da winner!

“…when did that happen?”

JUST NOW!” Fresh smiled back at Paper as he fiddled through his pocket, pulling out a crumpled photograph, “See dis place?


Meet me right there tomorrow!” He pointed at a spot on the photo, which showed a small bridge within a city.

“What world is that?”

How ta get there is on the back of this!” He handed the photo over to Paper as he scooted back on his heels, letting the little wheels on his shoes do most of the work. “Just meet me there… probs around lunch time. Ya know when that is?

“That’s considered ‘noon’ for you beings, right? I think I know what time that will be…”

Well OK then bro!” Fresh started to head off a small way before turning back around, quickly said under his breath before poofing away with radical colored smoke…

It’s a date!”


Welp here is a small prologue to the main story I’m writing. It’ll take a bit due to homework and needing to eat (at a decent time this time!) so I wanted you all to have a small preview to their interactions!

It’ll be formatted like this with Fresh being bold and PJ being normal text to tell the difference. All italicized stuff is them thinking (still bold for fresh and normal for PJ)

Yeah… mine is more dialogue driven… sorry about that -_-

I Need You

Anon: rough jb smut please!!

Author: Admin A

Character(s): JB (GOT7)/Reader

Word Count: 1653

Summary: JB has been working almost non-stop for a week now, and that has left you pretty needy. Let’s give him a phone call and see what happens.

Jaebum had been working at the studio all week. He was gone before you woke up and you passed out on the couch waiting on him before he got home, yet you always found yourself back in bed. It was difficult to say the least. It was almost like he wasn’t even there, like you were living with a ghost. Sure, he would send you sweet texts when he could, sometimes a picture or snapchat when he was on break, but that was the extent you had seen of him since preparations for the upcoming album had started. To an extent, you were used to it. After all, this is what it was like when he was on tour, but the fact that he was still coming home, you were just never awake when it happened was starting to bother you.

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lavidahq  asked:

Hey there! We're a new hollywood rp that's just recently opened for apps!! Would you mind giving us an opinion please? Thank you in advance x

oh eh gee, it’s my first opinion !! 

sdufij anyways, know the basic stuff.., it’s my opinion & feel free to disagree.. all that jazz. let’s get to it. 

i usually don’t do opinions for twitter rps but since this is kinda mixture of both i’ll make an exception. 

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Victor Frankenstein: So gay! Not completely horrible! Also, weird Sherlock cast reunion!??

Ok, so I just went and saw Victor Frankenstein totally expecting it to be ridiculous, amped-up Victorian, steampunk trash and it was like…. not as ridiculously terrible as I thought it was going to be!

I mean the one female character had a very, very small role but she was not completely objectified and neglected by the plot, she had like a tiny bit of agency that we got to witness! (Also, she was played by Jessica Brown Findlay who I have a huuuuuuge crush on)

And essentially the subtext of the movie (or not even subtext- just text!) was like… Frankenstein could have been redeemed if he had had gay love! I mean… friendship! Which is… I mean, same difference right? Or at least same difference for the purposes of this film, in terms of the role the relationship played. 

The movie was delightfully slashy and the beautiful thing was regardless of whether or not the two characters ever slept together (which, let’s be real, they totally did after that drunken science chalk drawing whiskey-induced montage… ESPECIALLY after that pocket watch convo- WHERE IS THE FIC? I might have to write it myself….) what changed Victor Frankenstein as a character in this portrayal is the fact that he had a moral conscience in the form of his friend, Igor (D.Rad’s character). He had someone who had enough empathy and humanity to sit him down and be like, “Listen–this is why this is a terrible, terrible idea.”

Basically, like if Frankenstein had had an equally freaky genius science bestie who he rescued from the circus, he totally would have been ok!

And that, my friends, is kind of beautiful.

(And also, like I said, provided for soooooooo much fic potential!)

The very last delightful surprise of this film was the fact that it was like a fuckin SHERLOCK CAST AND PRODUCTION TEAM REUNION!!!!

Andrew Scott played the chief detective on the case, Louise Brealey made an appearance as a scandalized lady at a club, and Mark Gatiss was like RANDOMLY THERE AT THE END AS SOME GERMAN SCIENTIST WEARING STEAM PUNK GOGGLES???? (And whose role was never explained.)

And then! The fucking credits roll and THE WHOLE DAMN THING WAS DIRECTED BY PAUL MCGUIGAN (who directed A Study in Pink, The Great Game, Hounds AND Scandal!!!)

Oh also- I’m sorry- added bonus, was the blonde, wealthy, cane-wielding, smug, aristocrat who basically WAS Draco Malfoy (or some very near relative of the Malfoy clan). 

So yeah- Victor Frankenstein? Kind of a mess in a lot of ways, but also, kind of delightful, and totally worth seeing!

anonymous asked:

Hey! Maybe this is a little odd request but rfa + mc being self-conscious about their small lips and have a hard time kissing their so (because theirs aren't the plump, barbiedoll-like lips you always see everywhere) I'd be so glad if you did this !!! Thank u <33


  • he didn’t even notice it was something that bothered MC
  • until MC mentioned it
  • well not like mentioned it he just, realized they were acting a little down
  • once he finds out that’s what bothers him he’s really going to do his best to make MC feel better about it?
  • he just, really likes MC in every way they are and he wants to show MC that-
  • even tho he’s kinda clumsy he’ll gladly initiate every kiss (he’ll blush like hell tho)


  • she noticed MC felt self conscious about their lips from the moment when she leaned in for the first kiss
  • she realized that it was her cue to take the lead
  • she knows that beauty is more of what is on the inside than on the outside 
  • but she also tells MC that both their exterior and personality are what make them so adorable to her


  • he was able to tell MC felt self conscious about the whole deal after the kiss
  • he asked them what was wrong and he was very calm and serious. he’d never ever laugh at anything that might make MC uncomfy
  • whenever he sees MC kinda sorta wants to kiss he’ll most likely go for it so MC doesn’t feel embarrassed
  • also if MC wants he’ll share Hot Makeup Tips that can make their lips show a bit more but honestly?? he thinks MC looks flawless even without that


  • he doesn’t  c a r e
  • MC is beautiful in every sense? like nothing about their appearance could make them less attractive to him?
  • and he really likes how MC’s face looks altogether
  • he shamelessly admits so too. how can he say such smooth and sincere compliments and only blush a little bit?
  • also never worry about difficulties kissing because it was his plan from the very start to initiate the kisses and there’s nothing stopping him


  • this man fell in love with the first text MC sent to the RFA
  • and when he saw MC’s pic he fell in love again
  • do NOT doubt his devotion ok he’d do anything for MC
  • so small lips are literally not a problem
  • he lets MC initiate the kisses whenever they want
  • but if they’re having trouble he’ll gladly take over control!
Just To Hear Your Heart Beat

Chris Evans x reader oneshot
Request: could you write a chris evans oneshot and its fluff so its rated everyone. So could you write about him taking care of reader after reader gets out of heart surgery and he is protective
Re: absolutely, sweetie!!!
Genre: Friendship
Rated: Everyone
Warnings: fluff, heart surgery, a little angsty

A/n: this will most likely be in Chris’s point of view. Please read with precautions if this kind of stuff might bother you.

His fingers curled and then uncurled, his feet tapped against the hospital floor, his head was hung low. Chris was seated in front if the double doors with a sign above that stated the surgery hall. It had been an hour ago that you were admitted in for a heart transplant. It was 12:00am when he got the call that you were going into surgery and he had quickly changed into some appropriate clothing for the hospital. It was 100 miles away, but he got there at roughly 1:10am. He remembered how pale and sickly you looked, your skin sweating and laying limply. He remembered your family’s tears and your little brother hugginh Chris’s leg in fear. He remembered the doctor stating you needed a transplant. He remembered.
The doctor came in with a clipboard.
“Ms. (Y/l/n), I need to speak to you.”
“Please, just say it…”
She had stated sadly. Chris offered her a rub on the back, to which she thanked him silently for. The doctor sighed and said.
“Her dilated cardiomyopathy had gotten significantly critical. Her right ventricle is giving out. I’m afraid we need to get a transplant done quickly or your daughter will not make it.”
The room was quiet until Chris asked.
“How…how long will this procedure take?”
The doctor shrugged and replied.
“We’re thinking roughly two hours maybe. One being the minimum. We’re not sure.”
Chris snapped, a possesive feeling of his best friend overwhelming him.
“Well, find out! I don’t wanna sit here for four hours! I wanna see her as healthy as a health nut as soon as possible!”
Ms. (Y/l/n) put a hand on Chris’s shoulder, calming him a tad as she whispered.
“Chris, it’ll be ok.”
He slumped his shoulders and gazed at his best friend, offering her a small smile as she gave one back before passing out once more.
End flashback
So here he sat, awake as ever, worried as ever. A vibration caught his attention and he pulled out his phone.
Downey: hey, is she doing ok? =\
Chris frowned a bit but sent back.
CE: I don’t know. They wouldn’t let anyone back there, the bastards. I’m worried…
Downey: you want me to fly up there? I can get there in no time, Dorito.
CE: thanks, but it wont be necessary unless you want to.
Downey: OK. Just text if you need me, Chrissicle.
Chris smiled a little and heard a door open. He shot up as he saw the doctor and asked.
“Is she ok?!”
The doctor smiled.
“She’s going to be a little sore these next few days but she should be good to go home in a week.”
Chris laughed in relief and asked.
“When can we see her?”
The doctor just walked aside and Chris ran to the girl. There, in the room beside the elevator, was you. He smiled in happiness as you looked up at him, groggy. You smiled a bit.
“H-hi Chrissy.”
The nickname made his heart swell as he held your hand.
“Hey, honeybee. You feeling ok? Can I get you anything?”
You smiled at him and said.
“No, it’s ok. And yeah…im alive, that’s good.”
“(Y/n)…I was so worried about you.”
He stated. Tears welled up in his eyes and you laid a hand on his cheek, smiling softly.
“I’m not going anywhere, Chrissy. Not without you.”
He smiled and a nurse walked in, taking out a needle to inject three shots of morphine into you. When she grabbed your arm to swab the area the needle would pierce, you winced and Chris immediately said in a stern voice.
“Be careful with her!”
The nurse immediately replied.
“I’m so sorry! I just need to swab the area…”
“Chrissy, it’s ok…she didn’t mean it.”
He glared at the nurse until she got done and you giggled. He looked over at you and asked.
“What? What’s so funny, twerp?”
You grinned
“You’re so adorable when you’re protective.”
He grinned and shrugged.
“Someone’s gotta be your knight in shining armour.”
“Or my Captain America. I hate fairytales.”
He smiled genuinely.
“I’ll be your Captain America as long as your my Peggy Carter.”
You blushed as he kissed your hand and you nodded, snuggling into your blankets.
“As long as your the Captain to my America, I’m good.”
You both giggled and Chris kissed the top of your head, then cheek, saying.
“I’ll always be your savior, honeybee.”

this was such an adorable request! Please send in any request you have!!!

anonymous asked:


you’ve made a bet with lincoln on how long it will take for clarke and lexa to bang, and right now, you’re pretty sure you’re going to win, because you had put your money (and request of sexual favors) on less than two weeks, and lincoln had given them a month.

but you’re at the hospital, and, really, it’d been a good day. a great day, actually, in your line of work: lexa and her team had found three kidnapped children within 24 hours of their disappearances, and they’d been dehydrated with some cuts and bruises, but otherwise healthy, and now they were safe and they were going to get to go home with their families after the doctors made sure they were okay, and, yeah. it’s a really, really good day.

right now, lexa is sitting on the exam table with the smallest, youngest child you found, a little girl with wild brown hair and gold skin and dark eyes, and she hasn’t let go of lexa’s hand since you found them. you can hear lexa talking very animatedly with her about mario kart 8, and you make a mental note to get lexa drunk and challenge her, because you’re fantastic at that game and clarke is terrible. and it would be fun. 

you’re sitting in the waiting room waiting to talk to the parents and getting your press statement ready when you feel the chair next to you dip, and you see clarke’s familiar sneakers, and when you look up, she’s not even looking at you at all, just kind of gazing at lexa.

‘no dead bodies?’ you ask.

she shakes her head. ‘i heard you guys were here. i didn’t—i didn’t know if she was hurt or something.’

you hide a full blown grin because clarke is smiling at lexa’s very emphatic gestures, at how the little girl is now tracing the tattoo on lexa’s arm and lexa is scrambling to pull the sleeve of her sweater up further so she can see more.

‘no, actually,’ you say, and clarke finally looks at you, ‘lexa figured everything out hella fast and we found the kids. they’re all uninjured.’

‘that’s so great,’ she says, and you can tell she’s proud of lexa but also generally excited as well: she doesn’t see too many happy endings either. 

‘yeah,’ you say. ‘the best press report i’ll give ever probably.’

clarke laughs and squeezes your arm and then you see the kids’ parents being lead into the waiting room. 

‘my job awaits,’ you say, and clarke nods and gives you a quick hug.

‘go get ‘em, kiddo.’

you wink and then turn toward the parents, serious and professional. you tell them the important details very quickly, and then let them into the room. the little girl immediately gives them hugs, and they’re crying, and it’s endearing that lexa is standing awkwardly off to the side, almost shoved into the corner. the little girl, though, tells her parents that lexa was the one who found her, and then lexa is being swept up into hugs too. it shouldn’t be funny that she looks wildly uncomfortable, but it kind of is, and you wait by the door for her to finally get to come out of the room. when she does, it’s with a sigh of relief and a straightening of her sweater, and she smiles at you thankfully when you’re still there.

‘thanks for waiting,’ she says. ‘it’s been a long day, though, you can make your statement and we’ll go over everything tomorrow morning in the office? i know lincoln mentioned you had been wanting to talk to him about something.’

you nod; you had, you’re pregnant, and the words almost make their way out of your mouth, and, while you know lexa would keep a secret to her grave and probably for about twelve thousand lives beyond that because she doesn’t really talk, but she really shouldn’t be the first person you should tell about this.

‘okay,’ she says. ‘i’ll see you tomorrow then, blake.’

you smile—formalities never really slip away from lexa, even though you’ve worked together for a while now. ‘yeah. have a good night, woods.’

she nods and the you see clarke get up from the chairs in the waiting room where she’d apparently waited too, and you think she’s going to come say goodbye to you, her best friend, but instead she follows lexa down toward the elevator—jogging, even—and you get close enough to see her squeeze lexa’s hand once and then ask, ‘do you want to get drinks later?’

lincoln catches up with you just as lexa’s face lights up in a full blown grin, complete with blushing, and says, ‘i would like that very much, clarke.’

‘fuck,’ lincoln says.

‘that’s exactly what they’re going to do tonight,’ you say. 

‘i’m not paying until the deed is done.’

you laugh. ‘tomorrow morning,’ you say. ‘you’ll owe me, i guarantee it. i know clarke.’

he sighs heavily next to you but then he kisses your cheek with a shrug and takes your hand. ‘i don’t mind going down on your ever, you know that, right?’ he says quietly into your ear as you head out to your car. ‘you never have to wager that.’

‘i know,’ you say, ‘it’s just more fun to add that in addition to the $20 you’re gonna give me in the morning.’

he laughs. ‘fair.’

and then you’re in the car, and this isn’t really news you should give lincoln while he’s driving, but you think of your friends, and how lucky you are, and how, despite your teasing, you (and lincoln) are excited for clarke, because you’ve known her for forever and you’ve never seen her look at anybody quite the way she looks like lexa, and you’re decently sure anya and raven have been hooking up for a while, and everyone’s kind of falling in love and growing up. and really, you and lincoln are the best examples. 

‘babe,’ you say, and you should feel nervous, but really you’re just overwhelmingly happy.


‘today was a good day, wasn’t it?’

‘it was,’ he agrees. 

you swallow and then, ‘so, you’re going to be a dad.’

lincoln—bless him—looks at you frantically for a split second before very calmly putting on his blinker to pull over. his smile is huge. he pulls into an empty metered spot and throws the car into park, and then he’s kind of clumsily pulling you into a hug. ‘really?’

‘i peed on, like, seven pregnancy tests,’ you say into her shoulder, and you think he’s probably crying, and, god, you’re so happy. ‘so yeah, really.’

‘this is amazing,’ he says, leans back, kisses you. you kiss for a while more, and then you really want to go home.

he drives quickly but safely—he refuses to put the sirens on, which you’re a bit disappointed by, but it’s really illegal, O—and then you’re home, and you’re kissing, and boy, is he hot. 

he’s underneath you on the bed and you pause to sit back, and his eyes are wide. you wonder about the time—you’ve been at it for a while—and you say, ‘do you think clarke and lexa have fucked yet?’

he laughs. ‘can we not discuss them right now? it’s kinda weird.’

‘fair,’ you say, ‘although. they are both hot.’



he laughs and tugs you down to kiss him again, and you don’t get to sleep until hours later. 

when you wake up in the morning, lo and behold, you check your phone.

‘lincoln,’ you say.

there’s a muffled groan from his pillow, so you know he’s listening. 

‘you owe me twenty dollars.’

he pokes his head out. ‘proof.’

you hand over your phone.

party animal clarke griffin (9:54 pm): idk what ur doing w lincoln rn but i’m getting drunk w lexa aka ssa cute aloof socially awkward silence and she’s talking a lot and LAUGHING it’s cute
party animal clarke griffin (10:19 pm): oh god she’s so hot 
party animal clarke griffin (10:19 pm): she has so many more tattoos than just her arm she’s in a tank top she just took off her leather jacket O u do not understand rn god she’s so hot you know my thing for girls
party animal clarke griffin (10:19 pm): whoops i meant girls w tattoos lol but girls too in general. girls w tattoos tho 
party animal clarke griffin (10:46 pm): we’re having tequila 
party animal clarke griffin (10:47 pm): lots
party animal clarke griffin (11:50 pm): fUCK we fucked in an alleyway
party animal clarke griffin (11:52 pm): wow ok 
party animal clarke griffin (12:24 pm): k im home (alone :( jk sokay) love u details tomorrow im gonna sleep

lexa woods (10:45 pm): Hi, would you be willing to come in a bit later tomorrow morning, around 11 am? We have no new cases and I am, as I’m sure you are too, a bit tired from our successful work today. I assume you may be enjoying a rare late night in celebration, so take this as a small token of gratitude, as well. See you tomorrow. Thanks.

lincoln starts laughing, because he has the same text from lexa—apparently she’d just copied and pasted, probably to all members of the team—and then he gets a text from clarke.

clarke (7:35 am): you owe octavia $20 :)

you’re both laughing, and you have a big grand family, and you’re going to have a baby, and you don’t work until eleven today because your boss got laid by your best friend, and yeah. yesterday was a really, really good day.