seeing this in a theater tonight

  • Hamilton: It's alright Burr, I wish you brought this girl with you tonight Burr
  • Burr: You're very kind but I'm afraid it's unlawful, sir.
  • Hamilton: What do you mean?
  • Burr: She's married
  • Hamilton: I see
  • Burr: She's married to a british officer
  • Hamilton: ¡NO ME DIGA!
I appreciate you (Peter Parker)

Summary: Movie nights by yourself get interrupted by the one and only, Spider-Man

Warnings: none, very fluffy

Word Count : 928

Originally posted by hollieh

Your Friday nights are usually reserved for some time to yourself as you wind down from the school week. Tonight you intend to binge on all the Star Wars in the spirit of the newest one coming out in your closest budget theater. The plan is to finish the prequels and then start the original trilogy. As the night passes by you finish the prequels and you’re about to start the original movies when you decide to get up and restock on snacks. When you return to your room with an armful of popcorn and other junk-food you see the city’s favorite spandex wearing superhero.

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Have you been to a cinema lately?“, he asked while the cold wind of this December night blew several strands of his dark hair around his face, "sometimes it feels as if the actual plot, the actual art, would lose its priority. There are so many who simply watch a film because of the actors that are in it…”, he trailed off, apparently unsure what he himself should do with that information.
He looked up at the clear night sky, traced the stars above with his eyes and eventually continued while I could not help looking at him in awe: “But when I am on a theater stage… God, it is so different. No one goes to a theater only to see a certain actor - not exclusively, at least.
Especially not if they’re playing Brecht, Schiller or Dante tonight. The genius of those plays simply outclasses anything else. I just wish that there were more young writers, nowadays, with the courage to create something entirely new instead of trying to recreate the genius of passed days.
That is not art, that’s imitation.”
He exhaled the smoke of his cigarette in the freezing air and shook his head slightly before catching my gaze.
When he spoke again, it was barely more than a whisper.
“Can you believe that I am so afraid of being one of them? That I am scared I’ll never create actual art?
—  // excerpt of a story I wrote on a rooftop in Vienna
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We'll Be Okay (Barry Allen X Reader) (Smut)

Fandom: The Flash
Pairing: Barry Allen X Reader
Word Count: 5,736
Prompt: “Today was the first family gathering I’ve been to since we broke up and my little cousin (niece, in my fic) that absolutely adored you asked where you were and I had to lock myself in the bathroom and sit in the tub for a half an hour and look through a folder on my phone of pictures I took of you to feel okay again¨
For: myself lmaooo
Author’s Note: this is EXPLICIT!! contains (pretty poorly written) smut!! don’t read if you’re uncomfortable with that!!

You fidgeted anxiously with the sleeves of your sweater, mentally begging your family to understand that Barry wasn’t coming.

Luckily for you, they seemed to get the message when after ten minutes had passed, you remained alone (Barry was never more than ten minutes late, and since he hadn’t shown up yet…well, they knew what that meant).

Unluckily for you, one member of your family didn’t seem to get the memo.

“__y/n__! __y/n__!” Your youngest niece, Maddie, tugged at the hem of your shirt until you picked her up, settling her on your hip.

“What’s up, munchkin?” You asked, trying to press a kiss to her nose and frowning when she pulled away from you. She wrinkled her eyebrows at you and peered over your shoulder.

“Where’s Bawwy?”

Your mind went blank. What were you supposed to tell her? “He broke up with me, you’re probably never gonna see him again” would break her little heart.

“He, uh, couldn’t make it today.” You offered up reluctantly.

Her lower lip quivered as she pouted. “But Bawwy never misses my birthday!”

“I know, honeybun, I’m sorry. He had work stuff to deal with today.” A total lie.

She looked like she was about to cry for a moment, and you panicked internally. If she started crying, there was not a doubt in your mind that you would cry too. And you really didn’t feel like breaking down in front of your family members, not today, of all days.

You hadn’t wanted to come today, it would’ve been your five year anniversary with Barry, but your sister had begged you to come, for Maddie’s sake.

“Can I spend the night with you and Bawwy this weekend?” She asked hopefully, and you didn’t know what to say.

Barry had moved out of your apartment two months ago, after he told you that he had to “get away from you”. He didn’t even give you a reason aside from that, and instead gave you one last, lingering kiss before gathering up his stuff and leaving the apartment.

You didn’t go to work for the next week, unable to do anything but wallow in your misery. Barry, the love of your life, the man you were so sure you were going to marry, had broken up with you without a second thought.

“Of course you can, sweetie!” Fuckfuckfuck, that was not what you meant to say.

“Yay! Thank you, auntie!” She squealed excitedly and scrambled out of your arms, running over to her mom and telling her the good news.

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Bound to Happen (Part 1), Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: The chronicles of being Lin’s assistant to maybe something more.

Words: 1,373

Author’s Note: Title taken from a quote from Donna, that their relationship was ‘bound to happen sometime’. Heavily based off of West Wing, if you never watched it, sorry, but I hope you’re still able to enjoy this.

Warnings: Slow, slow, slow burn.

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You knew you shouldn’t have gone out with the girls last night. The slightest breeze had you nearly doubled over in hungover induced pain. Still, Lin needed you.

The Richard Rogers Theater door slammed behind you, a long groan echoing from you and a few girls who had found home on the cold floor of the stage. Their cheeks were pressed against the cement in an attempt to ease their aching heads and bones with little relief.

Hey!” Karen stood at the other side of the stage, completely unaffected by the literal bottles of liquor she had consumed only hours ago. “Is Lin here yet?”

Her eyes were narrowed and her arms were crossed around her chest. She tried not to show it, but she was pissed.

“I’ll let him know you’re looking for him.” You offered, watching her hair swish as she sauntered off. If there was one person you certainly didn’t need on your bad side as your brain pounded for relief, it was Karen.

A glance at your watch confirmed the time and you knew Lin would be turning onto the block right about now. You hustled backstage, pouring coffee into a to-go cup along with the appropriate amount of sugar and milk.

Balancing coffee in your hand and a memo pad in another, you made your way back outside the theater. Shielding your eyes from the glaring morning sun, you watched as Lin skipped down the block in your direction.

“Karen’s looking for you.” You told him as soon as he was in earshot.

“Huh?” Was his intelligent response, readjusting the strap on his backpack.

“Karen is looking for you.”

“Usually ‘good morning’ is an approved greeting for this time of day.” He continued his trek past you.

Good morning.” You forced, head continuing to pound incessantly.

“What’s up?” He stopped at the door when you made no move to follow him.

“Karen is looking for you.” You repeated, eyes threatening. “I’m saying that Karen is looking for you.” Your eyes shined a threatening glance at the importance.

“Oh shit.” He sighed, wishing he hadn’t come in today, let alone be breathing in a world where he had pissed off Karen Olivo, “What did I do?”

You shrugged, offering him the cup of coffee.

“What’s this?”

Coffee,” You gestured to the little logo of a steaming cup on the side, “Says so right here.”

“No, why did you get me this? You never bring me coffee.” He finally decided to man up and swing the door open, taking a few hesitant steps into the theater. He glanced around. No Karen in sight.

His eyes shot to you when there was a lack of response. He watched for a moment as you busied yourself with your memo pad, crossing out paragraphs and starring important deadlines.

“Hey.” He nudged your side, gaining your attention, “How long have you worked for me?”

Technically I don’t work for you. I’m your assistant, but you don’t pay me, the theater does.” You eyes were back on your pad, “They certainly don’t pay me enough.” You mumbled, which Lin chose to ignore for this conversation.

“How long have you been my assistant?” He tried.

“Here? Two years.”

“How many times has Karen been upset with me?”

“How many days are in two years?” You tilted your head, attempting quick math in your head.

“Okay, so we can agree Karen is always mad at me. I don’t plan on dying today. At least, not at the hands of Karen Olivo.” He smiled, though you were still unconvinced considering the daggers Karen had glared just minutes ago.

Lin-Manuel Miranda!” Came her shriek, more than likely from across the theater. She was quite the belter.

“This might be my last meal.” Lin visibly deflated, taking a long sip of his coffee as you pushed him in the direction of where Karen had taken off. “When I die today, tell my story.” He shuffled off, leaving you with your list of tasks for the day and an ensemble of women staring at you from the floor of the theater.

“What?”

“Nothing.” Mandy smirked, mid stretch, “Nothing at all.”

You hustled off without a second thought to the looks each of the girls shared. Working with Lin for the years you had were rough and patchy. You went all the way back to college, to the very first drafts of In the Heights. Back when he couldn’t get half a dozen musicians to play his music, let alone fill a tiny theater with people who wanted to watch it.

When it was announced that he would be spearheading the student production with an actual band and an actual cast and an actual creative team, it also came with an opening for an unpaid internship. Needing quick experience to top off your resumes, you applied and were never allowed to look back.

Lin took a liking to you immediately and practically called dibs on you. You were by his side whenever you could be, and when you weren’t he was sneering at whoever took you away.

You never expected him to take you this far - to Broadway. Yet, as you bustled around the theater to make sure nothing would fall apart, you didn’t regret a single second you spent by his side.

Most days were spent doing everything under the sun and more. Setting up appointments, shifting through interview questions and making sure Lin didn’t run himself into the ground.

It was a tough job to say the least, but when you went home several hours after you were supposed to be off, you still had a smile on your face knowing you made someone’s day a bit easier.

Meeting up with Lin before the show was routine, although the air seemed a bit tense after his conversation with Karen. You didn’t push it, knowing that if he wanted you to know about it he would have blurted out every detail the second you walked through the door.

You sat on his dressing room chair as he adjusted his collar in the mirror, eyes heavy but determined. Your pen clicked against his desk.

“Stop that.” He told you, eyes not moving from the mirror before him.

You clicked your pen once more to test the waters. His eyes shot to you in a small glare and you pulled back, not wanting to push him before a performance.

“What do we have?” He asked, settling into his couch and fixing his gaze on you.

You reviewed his schedule, a heavy emphasis on the appearance the cast would be making on Lopez Tonight, the first late night show he had ever been on.

“I have a date that night so I’ll miss the performance, but I’ll be able to see you guys off from here.” You added, quickly moving on to the next item.

“A what?”

“A date. You should really try one sometime. I have at least a dozen names whenever you’re ready.”

Lin rolled his eyes as he pushed away the thought of you having a life outside the theater and why he hadn’t been informed of it. In particular, why he wasn’t a part of it.

“That’s fine.” He said, moving to search through his mini-fridge. “Did you get more-”

“Behind the raisin bread.” You muttered, shuffling through your notes, “And I didn’t ask for your permission. Nor do I need it.”

Uh huh.” He pushed aside the raisin bread, greeted with cups of applesauce. “I should vet this guy, what’s his social security number?”

“He’s a teacher, he’s a nice guy, and he’s taking me out to dinner.”

Lin stuck his tongue out at the positive description.

“You haven’t even met him and you’re tossing him in the trash. At least I give the losers you date a chance.”

“I don’t date los-”

Claire.” You quirked your eyebrow, challenging a comeback.

“Fair point.” He tossed the now empty cup of applesauce just as places were called. “I gotta work. Keep my life going while I’m out there, yeah?” He winked before disappearing, not to be seen again until intermission where he would scarf down whatever lunch you picked up for him.

He would surely be dead without you there.

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Imagine...Enjoying Captain America

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

Request: Can you write a dean×reader where reader is really into like captain america and the winter soldier and dean keeps teasing her that she loves them more than him and just fluff?

Pairing: Dean x reader


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Movie Night Part 3

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 3387

Warnings: NSFW 18+ Smut, semi-public fingering, sexual penetration, teasing, fluff… the works.

Request: How would you feel about doing a part 3 to movie night? If not, I understand but I would like to read more! - Anon

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this! I got lost in the smutty goodness! (This can be read as a stand alone!)

Part One - Part Two



Alone time was hard to find in this compound.

You and Bucky hadn’t been able to be alone since you had snuck out of his room a week ago.

It was driving you mad.

You took a deep breath and opened the door to the conference room. You laid the files on the table and got the coffee brewing. You had just bent down to get the cups out of the cabinet when the door opened behind you.

“Unf… Buck, what are you doing?” you heard Steve say.

You straightened back up quickly and turned to see that Bucky had stopped right in the middle of the doorway, causing Steve to crash into him. You blushed because you knew that Bucky had gotten a great view of your ass. The slit in the back of your skirt had probably awarded him a peak of your thighs as well.

Steve pushed Bucky forward, walking around him to see you standing there. He laughed softly and shook his head. “Good morning darlin’.”

You sent him a shy smile with a wave and watched as Bucky sat down in the chair next to the one you always sit in. Steve laughed harder, sitting across from him.

You turned around and poured 2 cups of coffee for them. You bent over the table to hand Steve his. You almost dropped Bucky’s cup when you felt a hand wrap around the back of your knee.

Sitting his cup in front of him, you looked down at him incredulous. His fingers trailed up the back of your leg as far as your skirt would allow. “Thanks doll,” he said, his voice turning husky.

“Would you like me leave?” Steve asked abruptly.

You jumped away from Bucky and went to pick up the file folders. Bucky threw his coffee stirring straw at Steve, and mumbled something under his breath.

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imagine. harry. on stage. titties out. the lights dim. the first notes of Shania Twain’s hit single Man! I Feel Like a Woman fill the theater. spotlight clicks on. harry says slowly into the mike. “lets go girls.” mitch and adam proceed to come out with their instruments in hand. they are wearing cowboy hats. and then as harry sings “i’m going out tonight” he steps into the light and we see he’s wearing kacey’s light up cowgirl boots and a pair of daisy dukes. the crowd goes wild. end imagine.

anonymous asked:

Rfa+V+Saeran. Valentines day!! how would they spend it with Mc? Fluff with a little bit *cough* steamy time *cough*

~I’ve been thinking about this since it’s coming up!


◉ Yoosung

  • You’re his first Valentine so he is like freaking out
  • Asking his guild friends what he should do but they don’t know, either
  • Asks Saeyoung but ends up getting pranked
  • Finally he calls his mom and his sister to get some advice
  • And when you come home from work you see the house is spotless
  • A candle-lit dinner is on the table
  • Music is playing
  • And he is waiting there with a bouquet of your favorite flowers
  • He feeds you a little bit between kisses
  • After dinner is a romance movie!
  • And snacking on some chocolates
  • He smiles as your hand gets closer and closer on his leg
  • It’s time for you to give him his gift! ;)

◉ Jumin

  • Of course he has an elaborate date planned
  • You guys start the morning with breakfast in bed (heuheu)
  • A little more bed than breakfast…>.>
  • Then he is whisking you away to a private vineyard
  • You guys spend the day walking around together
  • You have a very light lunch with some wine, picnic style
  • And for dinner its a formal fancy meal with a live orchestra
  • Lots of wine
  • He’s had a bottle named after you
  • And just before dessert he slides a box over to you
  • It’s an incredibly expensive diamond necklace and some matching earrings
    • “I can’t wait to see you in nothing but those diamonds tonight, kitten.”

◉ Zen

  • He wants to spend a good part of the day going out with you
  • Wants to show you off!
  • You guys take his bike up to the shopping district and then walk around holding hands together
  • Get a nice lunch and then go see a movie!
  • But you end up making out in the theater the whole time
    • “Let’s skip dinner and go right to dessert,” he smiles
  • Takes you home as fast as he can
  • You guys end up eating a lot of sweets…
  • ……off of each other
  • Before you fall asleep together he reaches into the night stand and pulls out a box
  • It’s two rings with half a heart on them
  • One for you and one for him
    • “The heart is completed when we are together”
  • You fell asleep holding hands

◉ Jaehee

  • You both worked a long day at the coffee shop
  • Of course you exchanged flowers but you’ve literally been too busy for much else
  • It’s all about relaxation when you get home
  • She draws a nice bath and you light the candles
  • You both just soak together and give each other foot rubs
  • Oil massages when you get out of the tub
  • Which leads to…you know
  • And then you both pass out cuddling each other, not even bothering to get dressed

◉ Saeyoung

  • He’s sending you files that shower your phone with hearts all day
  • Gifs of him blowing kisses and winking
  • He’s wearing so much red when you get home
  • Bouquet of flowers next to your side of the bed
  • He’s also ordered you an edible arrangement
  • And you guys end up feeding each other from it
  • In bed >.>
  • You don’t have clothes on much that night
  • He has you close your eyes
  • And places a necklace around you and clasps it
  • Its a moonstone
    • “I wish I could give you the real moon”

◉ V

  • Okay this guy is a romantic
  • He’s literally put together a book with a poem a day for a year, all written by him about you
  • Packs up a nice big basket of yummy food, blankets, some glasses and champagne and you guys go to the beach
  • He’s feeding you chocolate covered strawberries while you listen to the waves crash
  • You two are cuddling together for warmth, sitting in silence just enjoying the brisk day (it’s feb V jfc kinda cold omg)
  • You think the gifts are done but he hands you a piece of paper
    • “What’s this? Another poem?”
    • “Just read it, love.”
  • It’s a confirmation of his appointment
  • He’s getting the eye surgery

◉ Saeran

  • He is kinda lost on what to do
  • Thanks to the internet he sees that flowers and cards and chocolates are the usual
  • He refuses to do the card thing but the chocolates seem nice
  • He orders some in advance from a fancy chocolatier
  • But he wants to do something more personal
  • He spent a few weeks painting up something for you
  • It was both of you sitting together at your favorite cafe sharing a drink, each of you had a straw and your noses were touching-something you often did
  • But a real gift, just as a backup, was a must
  • He scoured jewelry stores until he found it
  • When you came home you both ordered some takeout from your favorite place and just ate together in bed, naked
  • He fed you chocolate with his mouth
  • Between bursts of doing it he pulled out the box, even though you loved all of your other gifts he wanted to give it to you
  • A charm bracelet with 3 charms
  • one heart (for V-day), one skull(representing him lol), one crown(because you’re his princess)
    • “I thought I could give you a new one every year”

guys this movie. this movie was so fucking good. i can’t even formulate a proper review but basically it’s a kaiju movie with a female lead and it’s about overcoming addiction and abuse as well as fucking high quality city stomping fantasy IT’S SO AAUGH FANTASTIC

i will say it has a VERY convincing, upsetting and in me kinda anxiety inducing depiction of emotional and physical abuse so heads up for that

it’s playing in limited release so you’ll have to hunt down a theater in a big city to see it probably, but it’s so worth it

i was the only one in the theater watching it tonight and that’s sad because it’s so good ;__;

OK BUT A LION KING / OUTLANDER MASH-UP

Can You Feel the Love Tonight came on my iPod as I was nannying today and I cOULD NOT STOP LAUGHING

BECAUSE ALL I COULD SEE WHERE THESE TWO GOONS SERENADING THE NEWLY WEDS and soooo….

without further adieu, 

MAY I PRESENT

Lionlander.


Complete with a wedding-night-appearance by Timon and Pumbaa.

@bonnie-wee-swordsman to go with your Beauty and the Beast tribute.

Helping Hand (Part 2)

(Namjoon’s embarrassing encounter with you ends up making for an exciting first date.)

Warning: Masturbation, exhibitionism

It was 3:15pm.  Namjoon had left your apartment about 10 minutes earlier.  

An hour ago, you had never even considered dating Namjoon.  But right now you were prancing about your apartment like a giddy school girl.  You had been on plenty of dates before, but it had been a long time since you were this excited.  When he told you he liked you, it felt like the first time you had received a boy’s confession – back when you were shocked to find out that any boy liked you, let alone one as cool as Namjoon.

You skipped to your bedroom to start thinking about what you would wear tonight.  You had less than four hours to make yourself beautiful, might as well use every minute.  As you scoured your closet to find just the right look, you heard a phone ringing in the living room.  You looked at your bedside table to see your own phone sitting there silently.

You followed the sound to find Namjoon’s phone, half hidden behind a sofa cushion.  You noticed a missed call from someone called Boss-nim.  Figuring it could be an important work call, you headed over to return the phone to as quickly as possible.  As you approached, you saw Jin coming out of the apartment and closing the door quickly behind him.  You called out to get Jin’s attention.

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Advice Part 2 || Jughead Jones

A/N: The highly requested part two to “Advice!” Hope you guys enjoy!

Link to Advice Part 1: https://mrs-jughead-jones.tumblr.com/post/157518973121/advice-jughead-jones

Gif by @ravemreyes

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By the time you arrived home from your movie with Archie, Jughead had been sitting on the front steps of your house for the last five minutes waiting for you to come home. You said your goodbyes to Archie and thanked him for the fun night before he drove off, leaving just you and Jughead. Turning back to Jughead who was now getting up, you smiled.

“Hey, Juggie.” you said.

He smiled shyly, and put his hands in his pocket. He seemed… nervous?

“Y/N,” he said. “Enjoy the movie?”

You nodded as the two of you walked up the stairs into your house. Your parents were out that night, having a romantic dinner in the city. It was just you and Jughead. You turned the lights on inside, shrugging off your jacket as the both of you made your way into the kitchen.

“You want dinner? I didn’t eat before the movie, and I’m starving.” you proclaimed, throwing your jacket onto the kitchen table.

Jughead chuckled as he sat down at the kitchen counter.

“Sure.” he said.

You smiled.

“Chicken wings?” you asked.

Jughead scoffed.

“Would I ever say no to that?”

You giggled and opened the refrigerator, pulling out the leftover chicken wings from the night before. Jughead tried to formulate how to articulate his confession of love when you asked,

“How many?”

He looked up at you confusedly.

“What?” he asked.

You held up the bag of fried chicken.

“How many? Three? Four?”

Oh.

“Uh, just two is fine, thanks.” he mumbled.

Your eyebrows reached your hairline.

“Alright, something’s up if you’re only accepting two chicken wings when there’s at least ten of them in here,” you said, placing the bag on the counter, giving your full attention to Jughead.

“What’s going on?”

Jughead swallowed.

“Nothing,” he mumbled. “Just not very hungry tonight.”

Your eyes widened.

“Jughead Jones III “not hungry?!”” you exclaimed. “Who are you?!”

Jughead was silent and you sighed, assuming he just didn’t want to talk about it.

“Well, whatever’s on your mind, it would’ve been pushed to the side if you would’ve just come with us to the theater tonight,” you singsonged. “You would’ve liked it.”

Jughead smiled.

“Yeah?” he asked.

You nodded. The raven-haired teen took this as an opportunity to say something. It was now or never. He cleared his throat.

“You know, we could see a movie together at the theater next weekend or something. If you want. Me and you.” he said, as casually as he could muster.

You rose your eyebrows at him.

“I thought you hated the theater.” you pointed out.

He shrugged.

“Yeah, but I love you,” he said suddenly and froze.

Son of a—

Your mouth dropped opened at your best friend’s sudden confession. Jughead’s cheeks turned bright red as he realized what he’d done. So much for asking you out casually. You were about to say something when Jughead cut in.

“Th-That didn’t come as well I wanted it to,” he began, looking down.

You don’t say?

“But, um, I-I do love you. And I guess what I’m trying to say, or rather ask is, if you would maybe want to go on a date with me next Saturday night?” he asked, looking up at you.

“Jughead, I—“

Jughead quickly stood up.

“If you don’t want to, that’s okay as well, I just wanted to try and—“

“Jughead!” you exclaimed, stopping his rambling.

You chuckled.

“You gonna let me talk?” you asked.

He nodded and signaled for you to go on, hand shaking. You took a deep breath.

“I’d love to go on a date with you next weekend.” you said, smiling brightly.

Jughead’s eyes widened and excitement filled him.

“You-you would?” he asked.

You nodded.

“And I guess I should come clean about this,” you said, looking down. “I love you too. I have since last year.”

Jughead couldn’t believe it.

“What?! Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, smiling.

“I don’t know! Why didn’t you tell me until now?” you asked back.

“I don’t know!” he said back, and the two of you started laughing at each other.

When the two of you had stopped your laughing fits, Jughead looked up at you again shyly.

“So… Saturday? 7 o’clock?” he asked. “I can pick you up.”

You beamed.

“That sounds great.”

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A/N: Hope you guys liked it! Give me some feedback! Prompts are now OPEN again as of 2/21, so let me know if there’s anything you want me to write!

living the dream

Fandom: Skam
Ships: Chris x Eva and Noora x William
Summary: The double date is Chris’s idea.
(Canon compliant if you squint and pretend Chris x Emma never happened.)
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Two New Messages from Christoffer Schistad:

Hey bro

You know how we’ve always said it would be cool to go on a double date

William Magnusson:

When has either of us ever said that

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Cinema (M)

Originally posted by fawnave

Genre: Smut

Summary: At a movie premier you meet your ex / good friend, Jin. As complicated as your relationship with him is, it get even more complicated when he convinces you to ditch your date and spend some time with him. (Previously posted on Suganeedsanap)

Warnings:
None (unless you scared of big dick Jin)

Word Count: 4,352

Written by: Smutty Jaefairy

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