please get picked up

A thing I will never properly write:

His sophomore year, Bitty starts vanishing from 6-9 every Wednesday night and comes back to the Haus looking really happy. Jack notices (of course he does) and awkwardly brings it up (on one of their not dates for coffee) and it turns out Bitty is going to one of the school’s (many, many) LGBTQAI+ group meetings and is like “PLEASE do not tell the boys about this, let me have this one thing” so Jack is like “of course” and totally doesn’t notice how even more people are waving to Bitty when they walk to class, or how Bitty seems to be getting even MORE texts, like, all the time. 

(He definitely doesn’t hear Bitty arriving home verrrrry late one night and ending up humming all smiley to himself while he cooks breakfast the next morning, a hickey not quite hidden by his collar.)

ANYWAY. 

One Saturday night Jack gets a phone call, and it’s Bitty, and he sounds furious and wants to know if Jack can please pick him up RIGHT NOW, so Jack goes to get him.

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The List - Bucky x Reader - One Shot

Originally posted by buckwildbarnes

You punched the button on the elevator and sighed, closing your eyes. It was disastrous date one after another. This guy was sent a message by his ex right when you were having dinner and getting along. He then proceeded to show you the text message of her wanting to try again before running off.

The other one previously was obnoxiously rude. He interrupted the waitress when she was talking about the specials, he interrupted you and straight out said your opinion was wrong when you were talking about movies, at first you thought he was trying to be funny, until you realised he was more serious than ever.

The elevator doors opened and you walked straight into the living room and fell onto the couch with a sigh. Steve shot Wanda a worried look as she moved over to you and rubbed your arm.

“No more dates, I’ve had enough. I’m done” You mumbled into the couch before rolling over to look at the ceiling.

“You say this but then you go on about how you miss the intimacy of a relationship and enjoying their company..” Wanda explained and you covered your eyes with your arm. She was right as always.

“Bad date again?” You heard a deep voice pipe up, you lifted your head to see Bucky in the doorway, sipping coffee from a mug without a care in the world. If anything, he seemed almost smug. You looked at him, his white vest on and his flattering grey sweatpants on. This would be much easier if Bucky Barnes would just love you. 

“You could say that” You mumbled, sitting up and pulling your coat off and your shoes. Wanda shot Bucky a look which brought him to sit next to you. Steve soon excused himself and Wanda put her face in a magazine. 

“C’mon doll, we’ll watch some crap TV and you’ll be over whatever his name is in no time” Bucky rubbed your arm, you dropped your head on his shoulder as he put on animal planet, knowing the puppies were gonna cheer you up. 


It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep with your head on Bucky’s lap, as soon as he started playing with your hair you were a goner.

“Bucky Barnes” Wanda hissed making him snap out of his lovesick trance as he watched you. “Do something.”

“I can’t just do something” Bucky hissed back “I’m not what she’s looking for.”

“What’s that then?” Wanda raised an eyebrow making Bucky groan.

“A man with two actual arms, not previously brainwashed, not previously an assassin. Someone who knows how to have a good time. I haven’t even kissed anyone since the 40s..” Bucky listed off, he realised his jerky movements had woke you temporarily from your slumber. He froze on the spot as you sat up and yawned, rubbing your eyes. You gave them both a small wave before heading to your bedroom.

“Did she hear anything?” Bucky asked panicked.

“No she’s still mostly asleep” Wanda reassured.


The next day you went in the kitchen to grab some breakfast when something really odd happened. Bucky had himself pressed up against Wanda as she bent down to get something. The look of horror crossed his face as he noticed what you walked in on. You felt slightly disheartened, you had only been in love with Bucky since you started, but he never reciprocated your feelings, so who were you to be angry. It did sting you a little that it was Wanda of all people.

“Sorry, sorry, I’ll uh..come back later” You stuttered over your words before making a swift exit, not able to get that image out of your mind.

“Barnes, please get your dick away from me” Wanda cursed picking up the plates she had dropped behind the island. 

“I didn’t mean to, I just went to grab them as you did and now Y/N walked in and..” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair “This is bad.”

“Look it doesn’t matter, she probably didn’t think anything of it.” Wanda reassured sitting down with her food “As I was saying, we are gonna go through your list of things and make you the perfect candidate.”

Wanda frowned as she picked up the piece of paper that Bucky had passed to her, clearly ripped from his journal.

1. Two arms.

“Bucky, Y/N is not superfical, and you know she loves your arm, plus there’s not much we can do about that” Wanda frowned. “Okay what’s next?”

2. Handsome

“Alright, what do you say about getting a haircut Barnes? And a shave?” Wanda asked and Bucky fiddled with his hands before nodding. He really did like Y/N, and even though he had an inkling she liked him back, he wanted to really blow her away.


You walked into the living room, blanket in hand and chocolate in the other. The room was fully free for once, which was strange it never happened. You had been out all day with Natasha, trying to get you set up with one of her friends. After seeing Bucky and Wanda, it kind of gave you the kick up the ass you needed.

You took comfort in the corner of the sofa and put on your favourite film, Dirty Dancing. You eyed Bucky walking into the room and frowned as he sat down next to you. His hair was much shorter, much much shorter. 

“Hey doll, mind if I join?” He asked with a smile as you eyed his hair, and his smooth face.

“No that’s fine, what happened to your hair Buck?” You asked, running your hand through it. You couldn’t lie he looked good, but this wasn’t the Bucky you were used to. Especially considering he was wearing some very strange designer pyjamas as well. 

“Wanda suggested I get it cut, don’t you like it?” He asked worriedly as you gave him a strange look. Your hands now running along his jaw as you inspected either side of his hair.

“It suits you, it looks good. Just not used to it” You said sitting back down. Of course Wanda would suggest he get a haircut. Maybe it was his choice too, you just hoped she wasn’t rushing him into changing himself.  “Those pyjamas are ridiculous though” You teased.

“What?” He said looking down at his blue button up. “I thought this was fashion”

“Since when does James Barnes do fashion?” You giggled. He smirked and tickled you playfully for your comment. You stopped giggling when he pulled the shirt over his head and chucked it to the side. You soon realised how dry your mouth was, and turned back to the film as he relaxed into your side.  You needed to stop oggling your friends boyfriend.


“You’re getting stubbly” Wanda warned Bucky as they sat down in the living room together to go over the next part of his list. It had been a few days and although he appreciated the haircut, he didn’t like being completely clean shaven, he felt naked. Plus you complimented him on how it looked better now.

“I know, it’s fine. I’m uh, I’m not sure if we should practice this part. Feels wrong” Bucky said chewing his lip. 

“It doesn’t mean anything, it’s just a friend helping a friend” Wanda shrugged, a lot more comfortable than what Bucky was.

“What if I get it wrong?” Bucky flushed “I really don’t wanna screw this up.”

“I thought you were the ultimate ladies man back in the 40s, you need to get that confidence back. Be cocky, girls love it” Wanda said with a smile before turning to Bucky. She watched him fidget about and sighed before grabbing his face and kissing him hard.

You had ran around the whole kitchen, unable to find your one hoody. It was freezing outside and there was no way you were going anywhere without it. When it seemed like there was no hope, you ran down to Bucky’s room and knocked, he would know where it was. 

After a few minutes when there was no response, you headed back upstairs and into the living room. You stopped dead in your tracks when you watched Wanda and Bucky making out pretty heavy on the couch. You sucked in a breath, they were your friends you had to be happy for them. Bucky’s eyes opened wide when he caught you stood there, trying not to interrupt as you moved around the living room, trying to find your hoody.

“Y/N?” Bucky cleared his throat, pushing Wanda away gently.

“Sorry guys, I’m just trying to find my hoody, I’ll be out in a second” You mentioned, your voice quiet, trying to hide the hurt. Bucky realised Wanda and him had been lying on it and pulled it out from under him. He passed it to you and frowned when he noticed you avoiding his gaze. 

“Thanks, have fun guys” You mumbled before jogging out the room.

Bucky looked to Wanda who shrugged before going back to his list.

“What’s the point in me going through this list if Y/N won’t wanna go on a date with me?” Bucky asked disheartened from the hurt written across your face.

“We’ll set her up like a surprise date. Don’t worry, you guys will have your happy ever after. That kiss Barnes was mighty impressive” Wanda giggled to herself.

“Yeah, thanks” Bucky mumbled, distracted.


You had avoided Bucky and Wanda for the remainder of the week. Bucky had tried to talk to you but when he did, he was giving you sarcastic remarks and acting like a dick. You had no idea what was going on with him. But that didn’t matter, you had a date tonight and you were going to make sure this one actually went smoothly.

You had no idea what this guy looked like or if he was remotely nice. But Natasha pushed that it was meant to be and that he would sweep you off your feet. You opted for a sleek black dress and a little bit of make up, you didn’t want to go all out like you had on the other dates, believing now that you weren’t showing them your true self.

“Table for L/N” You asked the waiter who greeted you. 

“Oh your party is already here, please follow me” He said with a smile. You followed him, nerves hitting you as you smoothed down your dress. Well here goes nothing.

You frowned when you seen Bucky sat at the table, a nice blue shirt and jacket on, his hair pushed back and a smile on his face. He thanked the waiter and took your hand, sitting down with you.

“What’s going on? Is this a prank?” You asked, looking around trying to see if Tony was hiding somewhere.

“No, it’s me, I’m your date.Name is James Buchanan Barnes, it’s lovely to meet you” He offered his hand and you raised an eyebrow at him. He let out a breath and called the waiter over and ordered a bottle of wine.

“Alright I’ll explain what’s going on.” He took your hand, although you were skeptical of why he was here, you couldn’t help but melt at the sight of Bucky Barnes actually attempting to wine and dine you. Something you had wished for for a long time.

“I’ve been head over heels in love with you for sometime doll” He confessed with a small chuckle. “I kept seeing you broken hearted that all these dates were going terribly but I just kept thanking my lucky stars because I wanted to be the one to sweep you off your feet. But I didn’t feel like I was good enough..”

“Bucky, I would have gone on a date with you at anytime, at any place..” You smiled at him softly.

“I know, but I needed it to be perfect. So I made a list of things and Wanda was helping me. I cut my hair and took care of my appearance a bit more, I hadn’t kissed a girl in a very long time so Wanda was helping me, I’m sorry you walked in on that. But I was doing this all for you, I swear..”

“You did all this for me?” You asked and Bucky nodded. “You didn’t need to change a damn thing Bucky, I was in love with you right from the start. Though please don’t kiss Wanda anymore, I don’t think I can stomach that.”

“I know” He laughed out loud, rubbing his head “I was wonderin, if tonight goes well, if you would consider may be going on another date?”

“Hmm” You tapped a finger against your lip with a smile “I’ll do you one better, if tonight goes well, how about you make me your permanent practice partner?”

“That sounds like music to my ears” 


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a glimpse of ChenBenny on his first musical “In The Heights”

  • Marinette: *checks Adrien's shirt tag* "Made of boyfriend material"?
  • Adrien: *checks Marinette's shirt tag* What's this? "Made in Heaven"?
  • Marinette: *dying on the inside* Oh my god... I- what just-... I wasn't prepared for this
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First Heartbreak

Originally posted by usedpimpa

Requested by anonymous: An imagine about Aaliyah gets her heartbroken and Shawn’s being the big protective brother?? And it’s fluffy and cute! Thank you!! 😍💝 and im in the imagine too! LOLOLOL 😊

Note: don’t like, don’t read - it’s that simple :)

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Ever since you began dating Shawn, Aaliyah had automatically taken a liking to you.

She was excited for there to be another girl around, besides her mother or her best friends. Aaliyah looked up to you as a big sister, almost - always asking you for advice.

Whether it be about clothes; school; friends; sports; boys - Aaliyah always wanted to talk to you about something. It actually got to the point where Shawn had accused you of stealing his sister, jokingly, of course.

Lately, though, there was one topic that girl could not stop talking about: boys.

According to her, his name was Ben and he was the most perfect thing to walk the earth. Aaliyah’s words - not yours.

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Pairing: Steve Rogers/Reader

Warnings: angst, character death

Word Count: 739

A/N: This is an old drabble I’ve written a few months ago that was inspired by personal events. I came across this as I sorted my files on my laptop and decided to post it. 

Originally posted by dailyevanstan

Hey, this is Steve. Sorry, I can’t take your call right now. Please leave a message, and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible. Thanks.

“Steve…it’s me. Please call me back when you get the chance. I know you’re busy with the mission and all. Just call me back, okay? I love you.”

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Lights, Camera, Action!

word count: 4.7k

genre: smut

reader/hoseok

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You were just a small town actress who’d been picked up for a big movie starring you and award winning actor Shin Hoseok. Turns out, there’s quite a steamy scene that you two must take part in and you’re more than nervous about it. Luckily, Hoseok is a professional and he isn’t afraid to help you out.

just a disclaimer i did minimal research on actual movie sex scenes & have very limited knowledge on this so this is definitely not realistic.

For my valentine, @wonholypeach​ who isn’t feeling well after her surgery and needed a pick-me-up. Enjoy and please get well soon love!  ♡

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Most Beautiful: Jon Snow X Reader

And this one is dedicated to the famous and beautiful @restlessanawake who is really awesome! Go check them out! They were a massive help to me in setting up this blog. Hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: Pregnancy. Labor. Fluff overload ;)  One sex joke With him and the whole Stark clan, This is post White Walker War were all is good and Jon knows his parentage, but still goes by Jon Stark, or I guess goes at last. Things are almost too happy. But fear not no one dies.. Well…..Meh

Originally posted by gameofthronefannn

Originally posted by thatfunnyweirdindiechick

“Time to get up love.”

You groaned, pushing away the arms that were attempting to shake you awake and moved closer to the other side of the bed. “Jon.. Lemme sleep. Little Mister Stark would not stop kicking last night. I am surprised you couldn’t feel it actually.” You smirked and opened your eyes, hearing his laughter and he carefully turned you around as he echoed your smirk.

“I told you, my love. It will be a she.” You gave him judging eyes and he rolled his own gray ones, “Even our  Lady Sisters and Lady Aunt is on my side. As is Tyrion.”

“Well while that may be true, Bran is on my side and he has the sight.” She winked while forcing herself to stand slowly. “Speaking of your Aunt and Sister, when will the royal Queen and the Hand be visiting?”

He smiled, standing up so that he could help you while he continued, “Sansa and Tyrion promised to be here by nightfall, but you know the Queen. She said she would be here a fortnight ago… She will do her best to make it for the labor. And Arya, of course, must guard the Queen being the head of the Queen’s Guard.”

Your nine-months were up  and being a Stark, family was essential for all things. Holidays. Name-Days. Weddings. And pregnancies.

As though the stress of almost delivering a child was not enough, the anxiety that holding off the labor until everyone was present was madness. Jon, being around you enough, could tell.

“Fret not, Y/N.” He smiled, pressing his forehead yours and wrapping a robe dress around you for the day and kissed your nose, “They will be here. And now, we must break fast.”

No surprise to the couple, Bran was already down stairs, his plate full as he was working on his sister’s-in-law. Seeing them he stopped and blushed, wheeling towards the two slowly as Jon embraced his brother with a hearty laugh.

Brandon Stark was decreed Lord of Winterfell and Hand of the King of the North, so the three of you were practically inseparable.

“How is the Lord Snow this morning, Y/N?” Bran smiled, wheeling towards her and placing his hands on her belly as Jon sat. “He get you any rest?”

“None.” Jon sighed from across the room, “She was kicking all night.”

This caused both you and Bran to laugh and Bran to say a small, “We shall see.” As the three of you began to eat your food.

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A grand feast was the result of Lady Sansa and Lord Tyrion’s arrive, Jon and the imp drinking away while you, Sansa, and Bran sat across the hall, discussing matters of getting Bran married.

“What about the Mormont girl?” You suggested, “She supposedly has the beauty and wits of the Tyrell’s but the strength of her father’s name.”

“The Queens bastard?” Sansa raised her eyebrows, “She is an adventurous girl. Young though, don’t you think?”

Your sister in law had not left you alone since she arrived, her hand barely leaving your belly.

“Besides. I think our Bran has his eyes on the head of House Reed. Lady Meera, is it not?”

With the words of her name, Bran blushed and brushed it off, “Have you and Jon thought of a name?”

You nodded, “Well since he will not listen to me about the gender, I decided Eddard Robb will have to do.” Bran nodded, a bright grin taking away the blush on your face. Sansa gasped.

“I hate to agree with my Lord brother, I do believe that your babe is a girl.” She winked at you causing both of you to laugh as Jon and Tyrion came towards you guys, handing drinks to Bran and Sansa.

Jon broke the laughter, snaking an arm around your waist to your belly as he looked at Sansa and Tyrion, “When are you and the Hand planning to have children, sister?”

Sansa’s face fell and she set down her goblet, Tyrion taking her hand. “We are waiting.” Silence fell between them as they knew what he meant before Tyrion broke it, winking at the youngest Stark,  “We would like to see little Bran wed to the Reed girl first.” Bran blushed as everyone laughed mutter a small no stop as Jon kissed your cheek, then moved to your ear, his beard tickling her cheek.

“Bet it will happen by years end?”

“Please, by months end!” You smirked and he pepper kisses everywhere on your face, causing you to laugh.

“This is why I love you” He smiled.

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A few days had passed and you were still waiting on Dany and Arya. Maesters had demanded you bedridden, fearing labor would come any moment though nothing came for a week. Deciding this and seeing your husbands nerves at an all time high, you had forced him to go on a hunt with Tyrion and Bran, promising that Sansa and a hand maiden be at your side.

“I just want you out lil lord.” You groaned, rubbing sleet off your eyes as you had not gotten proper sleep in several days,(basically since Jon left, your baby had been especially persistent in moving all night) “Stop being so feisty like your father and his family.” You smirked at Sansa who laughed. “Where do you the Queen and her personal guard are?”

“You know Daenerys. “ She smiled sadly, rubbing your belly, “And Arya. Stubborn as mules those two.”

“Aye. That is one way to put it.”

Silence fell as you were both occupied as the baby leapt and kicked about the in your belly causing you to hum in attempt to calm him. When at last he stopped, you sighed and Sansa smiled, but only for a moment when you felt something wet between your legs.

Cursing, you looked at Sansa whose eyes twinkled.

“Do you think-”

“Sansa…” You bit your lip to stop you from swearing again, “Get Ghost. He will get Jon. And get the Hand Maiden… Hurry… Please…”

She ran, laughing gleefully and picking up her skirts hollering, “IT’S TIME! THE HEIR TO THE NORTH IS ON THE WAY!” And within minutes, servants came rushing in, dabbing your forehead with a cloth and offering you food and wine as others spread your legs open. All the while all you could do was scream bloody murder.

“I just want my husband!” You whined, “Gods!” You closed eyes and bit your lip to try to and stop tears from falling out of your eyes.

Then you felt the tickle of a beard on your chin and allowed yourself to cry tears of happiness and the man kissed your cheek and slowly wiped your tears away.

“Hush now love. You need to start pushing.”

“I-I-I-I can’t.”

“Yes you can.” He grabbed both her hands and brought them to her lips,”You are strong.. You can do this… I believe in you… Ready?”

You nodded opening your eyes to meet his dark grey (brown in show) ones.

“Ready.”

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You opened your eyes to see your family sitting in your room, Bran and Arya making small talk, Sansa talking to Jon on the other side and Tyrion discussing matters with the Queen herself.

“Morning love.” Jon said, moving towards you slowly, a swaddle of blankets in his arms. “You did marvelous love.” He kissed your cheek and helped you sit up, placing the bundle in your arms.

“ Who is this?” You smiled brightly as he moved back to the crib. “I was right, wasn’t I?”

“We were both right.” Jon smirked sitting by you on the bed with another bundle, “Eddard Robb and Catelyn Rose.”

“Twins.” You laughed happily, “Huh. Don’t remember that.”

Sansa laughed, kneeling beside you “Don’t see how you could. You were screaming bloody murder.”

“Honestly Y/N.” Arya piped in, “The Queen and I could hear you from outside.”

“Perhaps we will wait forever to have children, my lord husband.” Sansa added.

“She did have two.” The Queen herself added, “I would never imagine having two back to back.”

“You did have three dragons though, your grace.” You smiled, “Can’t imagine that.”

The Queen smiled, making her way towards you, kneeling beside you and looking down at the babe in your arms, “Dany or Daenerys please.. He is handsome, just like his father, and grandfather.”

“Lemme see!” Bran exclaimed, he rolling and Arya going to Jon. “She has dad’s hair. Mum’s eyes.”

“Opposite for him.” Sansa observed.

“Our perfect family.” She smiled at Jon who kissed her hair, bringing her in, “One boy. One girl. Perfect.”

Jon’s face fell, “What, so we can’t have anymore? Not even try?”

Laughter filled the room in a warm feeling as the world calmly faded to peace and laughter.

Nothing could be better and nothing could break their joy.

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This is the first thing like this I’ve ever posted on a place so public, so please be kind! Yes, I find myself in the realm of fanfiction. It’s been a great outlet after a rough start to the year.


“Daryl! Run!” You shout, the enemy closing in behind you. You hear a bang and then you’re down on the ground, blood pouring from your shoulder.
“No! (Y/N)! Stay with me, please. Open your eyes, open them!” Daryl screams at you, tears falling down his face as he carries you to the waiting car.
“CUT! That’s great, let’s take a break and we’ll shoot the car scene after lunch.”
Norman stands there, still holding you in his arms.
“You can put me down now Norm,” you laugh.
“Oh I can? What if I don’t want to though?” He walks to the lunch tent with you draped across him, your hands now around his neck.
“No! Put me down!” You protest, not wanting to be carried into a room full of your cast mates.
He stops right outside the door.
“Fine, I’ll drop you here shall I?”
You nod, and he gently puts your legs down on solid ground. As he goes to straighten up, his hand brushes your hip, and you get butterflies in your stomach. His other hand still rests on your lower back and when he’s standing upright again he looks directly into your eyes. You stay there looking at each other in comfortable silence for what seemed like forever until he started leaning down towards your face. You leaned up slightly to meet him half way and just as your lips were about to connect, Andy came bursting out of the door behind you.
“You coming in yet guys?”
Norman looks up at him and sighs.
“Yeah, one minute man, I was just talking to (Y/N).”
“No worries, I’ll save you two a couple of plates.”
He retreats back inside, looking at you both through the door. Norman leans down again, kissing you quickly on the lips. He then moves round to your ear and whispers.
“I’m sorry, I just needed to do that. Talk properly later, yeah?”
“Yes, definitely.”
He guides you inside and you both sit down opposite one another to eat. Every time you look up at him his eyes are on you, and you both can’t help but smile through chewing. You accidentally kick him under the table as you cross your legs, and you mouth ‘sorry’ at him, then rub your foot on his leg to try and make up for the kick. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat and has to push your leg down for you to stop as he gets a little too excited by your gesture. You look at him questionably, and he widens his eyes and nods down to his crotch.
“Oh shit!” You say out loud.
“You okay (Y/N)?” Andy asks.
“Uh, yeah, I just remembered I have to ring someone. Sorry.” You ramble as you run out of the tent. Your day started off so normally, and now Norman has kissed you and it seems like he has feelings towards you that would suggest more than friendship. This is pretty much what you’ve been dreaming of since the day you started and now you have absolutely no idea what to do. You start walking towards set again to try and clear your head. You sit on the bonnet of the car you were going to be shooting in soon, and lean back against the windscreen.
“Hey, you okay?” Norman asks softly, standing next to the car.
“Yeah, fine. Just tired.”
He goes to say something else and reaches out his hand when he’s interrupted.
“Right, back at it guys! Norman, (Y/N), back in position please!”
You get up off the car, he picks you up, and one of the make up people adds more blood to your bullet wound and over Norman’s arm.
The scene starts and you go limp in his arms, your head lolling back and forth as he runs to the car door with you. He places you inside and climbs over you as Danai starts to drive off.
You have to keep pretending to be unconscious while Danai and Norman say their lines, but you start to feel slightly sick with the rhythm of the car making you rock sideways and you try and keep your head fairly still, but as it’s hanging off the edge of the seat that’s almost impossible. You suddenly retch, nothing coming up luckily, then again.
“Stop! Stop the car!” Norman shouts, lifting your head up and helping you to sit properly. “Are you okay (Y/N)? What’s wrong?”
Norman has his arm around you, the other tucking your hair behind your ear. One of the show’s runners passes him a bowl and he puts it on your lap, holding it in place. Danai runs around to your side and opens the car door letting air into the vehicle. You welcome the breeze, but retch again into the bowl a couple of times.
“Can we get a medic please?” Norman asks the runner. They nod and radio for a medic to come on set.
“I’m fine, feeling better after that last one, honest.” You mumble, the nausea finally passing.
“You need to get checked (Y/N). Look at me,” Norman says, panic in his voice. He lifts your head towards him. “You don’t look well, you look pale, and one of your eyes is bloodshot. Have you got a migraine again?”
“I had one yesterday, but it went. Only got a little throbbing today.”
The medic comes to your side of the car and asks if you can get out. You nod and swing your legs out of the car. As you go to get out your head spins slightly and you fall back into the car. Norman jumps out and runs round to hold onto you and help steady you.
“Jeez, I’m fine,” you mutter.
He sits you down on a chair and the medic take your blood pressure.
“It’s very low. Have you been drinking enough fluids? It’s very hot, and migraines need water. Lots of it.”
You look at him sheepishly.
“I’ll take that as a no then. Okay, you need to come with me and we’ll get you rehydrated.”
“Can I come too?” Norman asks the medic.
“If you want to, yes you can.”
You look up at him, wanting to protest, as this was embarrassing enough already, but when you saw his face it was contorted with worry, his hand rubbing his face anxiously. He looks down at you and catches your eye; his expression softens and he smiles.
“Come on sick girl, let’s get you better.” He lifts you up from the chair, puts a hand around your waist and takes your arm to wrap around his neck. You hobble to the first aid tent and he gets you on one of the comfy chairs. Another wave of nausea hits, and you put your arm out, trying to signal that you were going to retch again. Norman holds the bowl in front of you with one hand and gets your hair out of the way with the other. You gag, making a horrible sound, and your eyes start tearing up as a reaction. Once the feeling has gone you sit back up and nod to him thanking him. He passes you a tissue and you wipe your eyes and mouth.
The medic comes over and gives you an anti sickness tablet and some water, along with a drip to get you rehydrated quicker.
“You’ll be out in a couple of hours, don’t worry.” The medic says.
You give a thumbs up and rest your head back on the chair, now feeling very tired. You fall asleep very quickly, and when you wake up Norman’s fingers are interlinked with your own, and he’s fallen asleep as well. Your hand twitches and he slowly opens his eyes to see you looking at him with a soft smile.
“Hey, you okay? Feeling any better?”
“Yes, much better thanks.”
He keeps his hand in yours as he sits up and takes a close look at your face.
“Hmm, you do have more colour in your cheeks. I don’t think you should shoot anymore today though.”
“It’s not a long scene though, I can do it, honest!”
He moves closer, squeezes your hand and kisses you. You close your eyes and lean into him. He pulls back hesitantly.
“One condition,” he whispers, “you do not leave my side. And I mean you’re coming back to mine after filming so I can look after you.”
“I think I can live with that.”
You head back to set after being checked over once more and having a rehydration drink. When you arrive holding hands, Danai looks round at you both and gives a big smile.
“(Y/N)! How are you feeling now? Did Norman nurse you better?” She winks.
“I’m feeling much better thanks, and he did pass me a tissue when I needed it if that counts,” you joke.
“You should really see this photo actually.” She says, guiding you over to her seat and fishing around in a bag for her phone. Once it’s in her hand she gets a conversation with Tom up on her screen, and a photo of Norman sitting next to your chair in the first aid tent as you’re fast asleep. He’s got your hand clasped in both of his, leaning right next to you, kissing you on the forehead.
“He really does care for you, you know. Tom came to check on you and found Norman fussing around you, propping up your pillow, checking your temperature, making sure you had the fan on you. It’s not the first time though is it (Y/N)?”
You look at her, thinking back to all the moments before where Norman had looked after you, always been there when you needed someone to talk to, if you felt unwell, or were just missing home. Just as you go to say something, you’re called into position again. You nod at Danai and she smiles back.
“(Y/N), we’re going to keep in some of you being ill and pick up from there if that’s okay? I hate to say it, but it kind of worked.”
“Ha, that’s fine, no problem.”
You get into the back of the car again, Norman beside you, and he holds your head like he did before.
“ACTION!”
You complete the scene without any nausea this time and finally get to wrap up for the day. As you head toward your trailer to pick up your things, Norman catches up with you.
“Hey, what did I say about not leaving my side huh?”
“I was only going to get my things and head over to your trailer. You don’t need to worry about me so much, honestly.”
“But I do (Y/N), I can’t help it. How can you tell someone to stop worrying about the person they love?”
You both stop still and look at each other.
“Love?” You ask hesitantly.
“Yeah, I love you. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t.”
“I love you too.”
“You don’t have to say it just because I did you know.”
“I’m not. I would never do that to you. I love you Norman. Have done since I started here.”
“I never knew. I didn’t think.. I mean, the age gap. Might have put you off.”
“Never. That doesn’t matter to me. If anything I thought it might put you off me.”
“What? No way! I couldn’t give a shit about that stuff.”
“So, what now then?” You ask, moving towards him and closing the gap between you both. He leans down and kisses you lovingly, you hold on to each other to steady yourselves and explore each other’s mouths for a few minutes. You pull apart finally and he looks into your eyes.
“Well, I still think you need taking care of after what happened earlier, so it’s back to mine as planned and plenty of water for you.”
“Sounds good to me.”

From Con to Con (Part Thirteen)

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Part Twelve

A/N: Switching things up a little with how I put chapters up. Sorry if it looks weird. :/ Anyways, thanks for all the love with the last chapter guys! Been swamped with a new job so I haven’t been able to respond like I would like but I love you all. Yay Rob and Reader! :) 

Warnings: FLUFF and some teasing 

Word Count: 5,423


The smell of chili surrounded your kitchen as you started putting the final touches on your food. You didn’t have to film today so you spent the day running errands and getting food for your apartment which included getting all the ingredients for your meal. Tonight was going to be your first Skype date with Rob and the two of you agreed to eat at the same time so it felt more like a real date. Not quite what either one of you wanted a “first date” to be like but this was the next best thing. You couldn’t wait until you saw him at the next convention. Only a couple more weeks and then we’ll be in the same city again. Then you two could possibly get away from everyone else for some alone time, since no one had given you the chance in Jacksonville.

Even though you had planned on talking more with Rob after he asked you out, your friends had not let that happen. It seemed that for the rest of the day, they were doing everything in their power to not let the two of you alone. There wasn’t much opportunity to begin with after Jared and Jensen’s panel with more pictures and autographs for you while Rob had another panel and pictures as well. As soon as Jared and Jensen finished with their autographs, the three of you were whisked to the airport for your flight.

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if uhh anyone wants to ship w me ,, i’ve got like four open muses i really want to write.. i have ideas and am open to brainstorming so if you’re into para threads and angst like this or hmu please

waking up with monsta x: shownu
  • big teddy bear
  • sleeps shirtless and in boxers
  • you cling to him at night
  • bc he’s so cuddly??
  • like ridiculously cuddly
  • and warm
  • struggles getting you out of bed in the morning
  • please get out of bed, baby
  • no
  • literally has to pick you up and throws you over his shoulders
  • bc otherwise you won’t budge
  • carries you downstairs 
  • plops you down in a kitchen chair
  • makes you breakfast 
  • hums to himself while he cooks
  • a dad
  • burns himself with grease from the pan
  • bc he cooks shirtless
  • and it’s glorious
  • anyway
  • works out in the living room while you eat
  • makes weird grunty noises while he does pushups
  • is all sweaty by the time he’s done
  • you make him stay away from you while you eat 
  • bc you don’t want shownu sweat in your food
  • but gives you a big sweaty hug afterwards anyway
  • makes you shower with him
  • that goes well
  • really well
  • gives you one of his t shirts to wear
  • makes you-
  • -well, puppy dog eyes/asks you-
  • to cancel your plans you had that day to stay in with him
  • of course, how could you say no?

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Compilation of sucks from the world of real estate

Ok so, back before I found my true calling in the magical land of foodservice (previous posts are the one w/the dude that wanted me to whip up some bearnaise sauce, and the asshole manager who talked shit abt me behind my back because I needed help lifting heavy things after surgery) I was a receptionist for a pretty big real estate firm. That job pretty much convinced me that dealing with customers one-on-one is prooooobably not the thing I am best suited for. Welp, this got long, sorry not sorry. lol. (Question: when someone posts a tl;dr does anyone actually scroll to the end to get to the tl;dr? I don’t usually bother with that but I’ll start adding them to my posts if anyone requests it. But then knowing me the tl;dr would be almost as long as the post itself. 💁)

I’ll start with a general pet peeve:

[Phone rings]

Me 😺: Standard Greeting

Dumbass Asshole 💩: Can you tell me how much that house is?

😿: [dying inside because this happened way too often] Well, I don’t actually have any information on any of our listings, you have to speak to the realtor.

💩: But I don’t want to talk to a realtor. Can’t you just tell me?

😿: I’m sorry. You have to speak to the realtor to get specifics, I honestly can’t help you otherwise.

[They either hang up or agree to talk to the realtor]

😿: Okay, do you know the name of the realtor or the address of the house?

💩: No…it was on Fuck Me Street though.

😿: [checks the 20 page printout of listings that may or may not be up to date. dies a little more inside] Ma'am, I’m sorry but we have no listings on that street. Are you sure you don’t remember at least the realtor’s first or last name?

💩: No. It was across the street from Fuckity McBullshit Conglomeration. Can’t you just tell me?

😿: I’m sorry, are you sure that’s the right street? Is there anyway you can go back and get the agent’s name and cell phone number off the sign?

💩: [gets pissed off at me because they can’t remember shit/didn’t feel the need to stop and get basic info off the For Sale sign]

😿: fml

(This was before the days of zillow and realtor.com, we didn’t even have computers at the switchboard. Fuck I’m gettin’ old).

Then we had people calling the front desk and getting pissed off at me because their realtor won’t answer their cell or return voicemails. The fuck am I supposed to do about it, send them a psychic wave or some shit? We had one realtor in our satellite office–actually, he was the broker for that location–who was notoriously impossible to get in touch with. I was not certain he even actually existed. He certainly never returned any of the voicemails I left him that Sharon Fuckface has been trying to call him for two days.

Then this one time I was temping in their rental office on the weekends. Basically all I had to do was sign out keys for people so they could view properties. I think we had a limit of three keys at a time? And you had to leave a $20 deposit and we had to make a copy of your driver’s licence. Most folks were fine with this, but one lady just did not want to deal. She did not get why she had to go through all that just to look at some houses and I’m like??? I do not make company policy??? And it is not??? Actually a big deal??? And then sometimes people would want to know if any of the properties had hardwood floors or other specific info. Bruh there are 300 properties listed and I have stepped foot in none of them lmao.

OH! Yeah this one time a dude called and he wasn’t even a renter with us, he wanted to complain that his across-the-street neighbor (who did rent with us) was in violation of his lease because he had put a trailer on the property and it was an eyesore! Now me, I am legit from the trailorhood so I’m thinking ol’ dude must have parked some jank old Winnebago or even a full on singlewide in the yard. But it was actually just one of those trailers you hitch to the back of a pick up. Please get over yourself old guy.

Ugh, this one is the actual worst though. So our main broker also had a bunch of rental properties, and his renters would give their check/m.o. to me, I wrote them a receipt and put the money in our safe, and called the broker and told him that So-and-So paid their rent.

Well, one day he comes up to me asking if this one person had paid their rent. I said I didn’t think so, and checked the safe and the receipt book. Nope. Not there. He then tells me that this person is swearing that she gave me a money order for her rent, but that I lost or stole it.

Uh? All I could tell him was that I hadn’t seen any of his renters that particular day, and that I always write receipts and put rent money in the safe immediately upon receiving it, and then call him/leave a message. He then said something like he didn’t think she would lie, I don’t remember exactly, but I was pretty freaked out over it.

Like okay, real talk, we’ve all probably been there, right? Wages don’t match inflation. But how are you going to accuse some stranger who’s also just trying to get by of stealing your rent? Instead of just being straight up and admitting you’re struggling to your landlord? smdh. That’s one reason I can’t be a server or cashier, I don’t wanna fuck with nobody’s money but mine, so no one can come at me/my boss crying that I shorted them, or that my register is short. I have enough anxiety, thanks 👍

What would the NDRV3 boys do if they see their s / o being forced by a boy to kiss him?

Of course, here you go, enjoy some protective boys!

Korekiyo Shinguuji

  • first, you’re stuck in a horribly uncomfortable embrace, your mouth tastes like violation, everything about this is wrong.
  • then, in a second’s notice, you’re completely separated, and the man who had been grippin you just seconds ago is flat on his back with korekiyo’s foot in the middle of his chest.
  • you’ve never seen him quite like this, he looks enraged, he looks furious.
  • he demands to know why this man believed he had any right to take any part of your beautiful body without your full consent.
  • he says that kind of violation makes him sick.
  • before the man can even answer, korekiyo’s foot has gone from his chest to directly into this man’s face.
  • he will not tolerate any violation of your beautiful temple of a body.
  • when the man is successfully scared off, korekiyo turns his focus to you instead, pulling you close and kissing you to replace the vile taste in your mouth.
  • he asks if you’re okay, more worried about you than anything, and you assure him you are.
  • he’s relieved that you weren’t hurt, but he asks you a few more times throughout the day just to be sure.
  • he just wants to make sure you’re safe and happy, and that you never have to go through something so disgusting like that again.

Rantarou Amami

  • he had been looking all over for you, but is more than surprised when he sees you talking to some other guy.
  • and then furious when he sees that same guy grab you.
  • and then panicked when he sees that same guy force you to kiss him.
  • he practically sprints over, punching the guy directly in the jaw and then casting him aside completely to see if you were okay.
  • you’re shocked that he actually knocked the guy out cold, you didn’t think he had it in him!
  • but he keeps asking if you’re okay, if you’re hurt, if you need anything, what he can do to help, completely ignoring the man, so clearly it didn’t shock him as much as it shocked you.
  • you just kind of nod, you have no words.
  • he smiles nervously and hugs you close, relieved.
  • he then realizes that you were still right next to the guy!
  • he quickly gets you somewhere safe, making sure you’re nice and comfortable before he even considers leaving you alone.

Ouma Kokichi

  • when he sees that man grab you and yank you forwards so harshly, kissing you without your consent, he freezes up.
  • he doesn’t know how to react, it hits him hard.
  • you don’t know if he was just being defensive, if he was angry, or if it brought back some kind of trauma for him, but in a second, he’s at the man’s neck with a weapon.
  • a pocket knife, specifically.
  • he looks like he’s about to cry and you can see his hand shaking as he holds the blade, he looks enraged.
  • you have to practically pull him off the man, because as disgusted as you are, it would kind of be a problem if ouma just started killing somebody.
  • and in public, no less!
  • the man runs off pretty quickly, probably afraid for his life.
  • you coax ouma into a calm, and then he feels terrible, because he’s supposed to be comforting you.
  • he doesn’t want to talk about what set him off. he wants to talk about you.
  • are you okay? do you want him to go after that guy? he could if you wanted him to.
  • you promise him you’re fine, and honestly, you’re a little worried about him after that, he’s definitely unhappy.

Shuuichi Saihara

  • when he sees you and that man, he panics. 
  • he has no IDEA what to do, he’s never dealt with something like this before!
  • he runs over and just kind-
  • pulls you away??
  • pushes the man back???
  • stands right between you two and tells the man to leave you alone.
  • he avidly states that he has connections with the authorities, and he can have this man arrested for being a sex offender.
  • that seems to scare him off pretty quickly.
  • saihara quickly apologizes for not getting there faster, checking you all over to make sure you’re alright before asking if you’d like to go home.
  • you tell him you’d definitely like to leave, and he obliges quickly.
  • he keeps an eye on you for the rest of the day…
  • he’s just worried, that’s all.

Kaito Momota

  • you will literally never forget this moment.
  • you had just been pulled into that horrible kiss, when suddenly, the man was just gone.
  •  you heard this horrible crash, and suddenly the guy was on the floor, his head locked in kaito’s arms.
  • you couldn’t stop staring.
  • kaito just rko’d a full grown man in the middle of a grocery store.
  • for a second, you wondered if he had died, but he got back up eventually.
  • you could tell that probably hurt his back.
  • you can’t imagine rko’ing a stranger from the top of a grocery store self could feel too nice.
  • but he assures you he’s fine, so you’ll accept it.
  • he asks you if you saw how awesome that was, and you admit you didn’t.
  • he’s pretty disappointed, but your safety matters more…he guesses…
  • but he checks several times to see if you’re okay before finally dropping the subject and taking you home.

Kiibo

  • he immediately calls the police.
  • it’s his first move, albeit by accident.
  • it’s a built in feature! if he sees a crime, the police are notified immediately.
  • but his second move is to pull the man away from you as quickly as possible, and get you to safety.
  • he does a full scan of you to see if you’re okay, and tells you to stick around for a while until the cops arrive.
  • he promises to be there when you talk to the police and to protect you no matter what, so you agree.
  • he keeps an extremely close eye on both you and the man, to make sure you’re okay and this man isn’t trying to pull anything.
  • he shows his recording of the incident to authorities, and the man is taken into custody.
  • kiibo saves the day again!
  • he takes you home after that and makes sure you’re nice and happy for the rest of the night.

Gonta Gokuhara

  • he panics at first, and politely demands that the man please get off you.
  • when he’s ignored, he gets mad.
  • he picks up the man and just throws him.
  • you have no idea where he lands, but you don’t really care, you’re just in complete awe that gonta just threw a man.
  • he apologizes for the slow rescue, and asks if you’re okay and what he can do to help!
  • you say you’re fine, and ask him where the hell he learned to do that.
  • he?? has no idea what you’re talking about??? learned to do what????
  • gonta thinks you two should go home now!
  • you agree, still just in complete awe.
  • you may need to rethink gonta.

Ryouma Hoshi

  • he’s pretty short, so it’s not like he can really do much…
  • except bust out this guy’s kneecaps.
  • which is exactly what he does.
  • in an instant the man goes from locking lips with you to on the ground wailing, ryouma glaring at him like he was literal garbage.
  • he takes your hand and leads you out without another word.
  • when you two get home, he asks you if you knew that man.
  • no.
  • he asks if you’re alright.
  • yes.
  • he’s very relieved, and keeps by your side the rest of the night, cuddled up at your side to help you feel a little safer
  • what a good guy!