the guys in this film are like shirtless half the time

The Handmaid’s Tale: marketing, then and now

Comparing the Hulu adaptation of The Handmaid’s Tale to the 1990 version is… weird, because the old one seems to have been made with a “haha, this could never happen; let’s play it like a fun adventure thriller and sell it as sexy as possible!” kind of attitude. I mean, the trailer has this bouncy narration that starts with “once upon a time…” and turns the dystopian element into more of a soap opera.

And just take a look at the promotional art:

(…I don’t think that was the message of the book, guys. Sure, Offred was longing for human touch, or pretty much any kind of human connection, but I think that the book was more about women being reduced to wombs with legs, not state-owned prostitutes… It was about the desperation of needing to give birth or face punishment. Everything about this dystopia was hyper-de-sexualized.)

Oh, and my favorite:

“A psychosexual movie shocker.” With what looks like half the cover of a cheesy romance novel, minus some buff shirtless guy.

(I also think it’s kind of funny that they say “once upon a time in the near future” sex became used for control and domination, as if rape and prostitution haven’t existed for centuries… but okay…)

I’ll admit I haven’t seen this version (or the Hulu one, for that matter), but I do appreciate that they cast a properly old and creepy man in the part of the Commander, and a properly aged woman for his Wife. The Hulu casting is a little youthful, if you ask me; the book characters felt very weathered, and I think it mentioned that they were supposed to be quite a bit older than Offred. Her “affair” with the Commander is supposed to feel very weird and unsettling, partially because he’s this old man who wants someone to play Scrabble with and dress up in sequins.

Anyway, then we had what I call the “holy shit these dystopias are too real” phase, culminating with the new Hulu adaptation of this particular dystopia, which is waaaay too relevant to today’s issues.

See? This is how you depict the feeling of objectification. Not with a topless woman bathed in flattering lighting – by objectifying a woman yourself, you’re not sending a message so much as continuing the trend. Especially when you sell your film as some kind of sexy romance. “Branded, sold, controlled: she belongs to The State” doesn’t quite cut it; this very simple, very clear message does. Offred is no longer human, she doesn’t have a face; she is just an object. Objectified.

(This also has some fantastic layering because it recalls the messages that you might find scrawled across the bathroom mirror meant to demean other girls; part of Gilead’s system involves pitting women against each other: Wives against Handmaids, Handmaids against Aunts, even Handmaids against each other out of jealousy and in the Red Center with their slut-shaming. To stay in power, the men at the top make sure that the women below them are too occupied with resenting each other that they forget to look up at who the real enemy is.)

*holy FUCK*

Now THAT is how you market a dystopia. This story is not some scandalous fantasy set in the near-but-distant future; it’s a warning, of what might be lurking just around the corner. The Handmaid’s Tale is an incredibly frightening book to read today, because of the things that are being allowed to happen in our society. It shows what happens when we let sexism flourish, when ecological and political crises make us paranoid enough about national security that we let the people in power take away our rights. It is a fucking nightmare.

Home Sweet Home

hey y’all! i’m back again with another Shawn fic! i hope you guys like this and feel free to send me your thoughts on my writing. also, feel free to send requests so I can write what you guys like to read! thanks guys!  

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Originally posted by illumeshawn

       It was a blissful moment, complete serenity. Shawn had been home for the past week and was set to be home for the next month. He decided to spend his first week home relaxing at our new condo with me before venturing out to see friends. We were sitting on the couch, Harry Potter playing on the television and rain drizzling down outside. His arm was lazily draped around me as my head rested on his bare shoulder. We both were still in our pajamas, Shawn shirtless with a pair of black sweatpants and myself in an old shirt of his and a pair of flannel shorts. Shawn was alternating between browsing on his phone and actually watching the film. Beside him, I was rapidly typing away on my laptop, trying to finish an assignment as earlier as possible. It was a quiet and comfortable moment, no stress or worry, just calm. I was hard at work when a gentle tap on my head from my boyfriend pulled me from my assignment. 

        “Hey babe?” I glanced up at the boy talking beside me. He was already gazing down lovingly at me when I met his eyes.                                                         “Yes hun?” I replied, turning to give him my full attention. He reached up and ran a had through my tangled hair. I leaned into his touch and sent him a smile.                                                                                                                            “ Would it bother you if I started a livestream right now? I haven’t been super active the past couple weeks.” Shawn asked politely. His kindness and consideration made me swoon and fall even more in love with him. He was so respectful towards me and my work no matter what. I smiled up at the beautiful boy.                                                                                                                                   “Of course not! You couldn’t bother me if you tried babe. You don’t have to ask me to talk to your fans, I know how important they are! I’m in my own little world half the time anyways.” I told him, shocked that he thought I would be bother by him. I reached up to cup his cheek and he leaned into my hand.

         “I figured but I just wanted to double check. Do you wanna join?” Shawn asked, pulling away from my hand and adjusting his posture. I thought about his question for a moment.

          “Hmm, I’ll hang out here and chime in a little here and there. I wanna get a little more work done so I don’t have to stress about it later.” I decided, leaning down and placing my head on his chest. Shawn pulled me closer to him, lightly kissing the top of my head. I sighed gleefully, glad that Shawn was finally home from tour. 

         “Whatever you want honey. Feel free to tell me to shut up if I’m bothering you.” he insisted, picking up his phone from the couch.

         “Shawn. You will never ever bother me! Like ever! Stop stressing! I love having you around.” I said seriously, gently grabbing his chin to make him look me in the eyes. How in the world does this perfect boy think he’s a bother? He grinned down brightly at me, dipping his head down to kiss me. The kiss was slow, passionate, and loving. It wasn’t quick, rushed, or filled with lust, just slow and steady, stuffed with love. 

         “God, I love you.” he whispered, breathless, once we pulled apart, resting his forehead against mine. I giggled at his words, my cheeks flushing pink.

         “I love you more.”I smiled back.

          “I love you most.” 

      We both sat grinning at each other quietly for a moment. My work and his livestream were forgotten apart for a minute and everything was peaceful. My head went back to resting on his chest and his hand went back to toying with my hair. Everything was perfect. My eyes started to droop as sleep slowly began to pull me in. Shawn’s voice softly pulled me from my slumber. I felt my cheek still resting against him and noticed that his arm went from around my shoulders to wrapped around my waist. From his words, I could tell he was streaming and chatting with his fans.

       “Where would you love to travel that you haven’t already been to.” He read the question out loud then paused to think of an answer.  “Hmm, I have always wanted to go to Hawaii. Actually, I think I’m going to take my girlfriend on a trip there soon. She’d absolutely love it.” he responded. I smiled against his skin, my eyes still sealed shut. I wanted to steal a couple more minutes of sleep. “Where is your girlfriend?” he laughed before replying. “Well, my lovely girlfriend has actually been laying right here the whole time. She’s taking a nap but I think she’s starting to wake up.” Shawn panned the camera down to show my sleeping figure. I nuzzled my face deeper into his chest. He dipped down to kiss me lightly on the head. “Yeah, she’s been pretty swamped with school work recently so I’m glad she’s relaxing. She deserves a break.” I forced my eyes to open and shuffled in my boyfriend’s arms. I moved my gaze upwards to look at him only to find him gazing adoringly down at me. “Oh well, look who decided to wake up!” he teased, “Good morning sunshine!” Shawn laughed as I smiled. I sat up from his embrace and pulled my arms over my head, stretching. 

      “How long did I sleep for?” I asked, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. He glanced at the clock on his phone before replying.

      “About four hours. It’s 6:42 right now.”

     “Oh geez, I only meant to sleep for like a half hour.” I said, looking back at my laptop which was still sitting on the couch beside me. 

      “Trust me, you needed the extra sleep. Wanna say hi to the fans? Most of the comments have been asking for you.” he explained, gesturing towards the fan’s comments flooding his stream. I nodded, leaning against Shawn once again and making myself comfortable. 

      “Hey guys! Sorry for the wait, I was snoozing.” I laughed lightly, “How is everyone today?” I asked, reading the responses right away.

      “Someone asks, ‘What is your favorite thing about having Shawn home?’ I’m interested to hear this.” he smirked, reading out the question.

     “Nothing, I wished he’d leave.” I joked which caused Shawn to playful gasp. “Kidding, uh, my favorite thing is probably having someone to snuggle and relax with. I always miss that when he’s on tour.” I answered sincerely, leaning up to kiss his cheek. 

      “That’s my favorite thing too, baby. I find it easier to sleep when you are with me.” Shawn confessed, kissing my forehead. The feed exploded with support, saying how adorable we were. We chatted and answered questions for another hour or so before saying our goodbyes. The rest of our night was delightful as we relaxed and enjoyed each other’s company. One thing was for sure, I loved it when Shawn was home.  

😏Just Friends [Part 2] (Grayson x Reader)

Summary: Imagine being best friends with Ethan while you’re hooking up with his brother Grayson. What’s worse? Keeping it from him. You’re 22 while Gray is 18. You guys randomly met while you were hanging out with Ethan and well, things happened. But neither one of you wanted to be in a relationship, so instead you guys decided to just be friends…with benefits.

Warnings: Mild teasing [Gifs are not mine]

A/N: @cassmoreiraxo aka @4odolans wrote part 2 for you guys so here you go! I am on vacation, but hopefully I’ll have part 3 up soonish!

Part 1

Originally posted by x-xroxyx-x

I woke up to the sun shining through my LA apartment bedroom. The warmth from the sun shining on my face made me toss and turn and impossible to fall back asleep. I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling and played yesterday over again in my head. Grayson and I fooled around with my best friend and his twin brother lying on the floor.  I ran my fingers through my hair and smiled. What’s going on? I’m 22 and he’s 18.

I reached over to grab  my phone off my nightstand and saw that it was 11:30am. I got up out of bed, put on some music and hopped into the shower. I let the hot water hit my back as I hummed to the music playing. I stepped out of the shower and wrapped my body in a white towel. The steam from the shower filled the bathroom and the heat made me happy. I walked over to my bedroom and went through my closet. I put on high-waisted jean shorts, an adidas t-shirt that I tucked in, and some white and black adidas original superstar shoes. I ran my fingers through my long curly hair and then I did my makeup.

I texted Ethan letting him know I was leaving my place and was on my way to pick him up. I jumped into my white 2 door Jeep Wrangler and plugged in my phone to the AUX cord. I was stopped at a red light and started jamming out to Travis Scott when I looked over to my left at the car beside me and saw 2 girls looking over and taking a picture. Ever since I became friends with Ethan almost 2 years ago my life has slightly changed. I get seen with them a lot, rumors, and my face is sometimes all over the Dolan Twitter fandom. The light turned green and I drove off. I pulled into the guy’s apartment complex and headed upstairs. I got to their door and knocked 3 time which was odd because Ethan usually answered the first knock and he knew I was coming over. I turned away to leave when the door opened and there stood a half sleepy and shirtless Grayson Dolan.

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Grayson moved to the side and nodded for me to come in without saying a word. I stepped inside and he shut the door.

“Ethan’s not home. He just stepped out to go grab breakfast. You can hang out with me until he gets back?” He smirked at me

I couldn’t make eye contact with Grayson because he was shirtless and because yesterday keeps replaying in my head.

“Y/N, did you hear me?” I turned my attention back to Grayson.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” I asked him with a confused look on my face.

He smirked at me and moved closer towards me, making me backup against the table. We were now chest to chest and Grayson had one hand on the table while the other was on my waist.

“I asked, did you want any breakfast?” He looked down at me since I was an entire foot shorter than him.

“Oh, uh no thank you. Not really hungry.” I said with a half smile and looking away from him again. I don’t know what was with this boy and intense eye contact. Grayson back away from me and started making some breakfast for himself. I sat at the table and started texting Ethan. Grayson sat right in front of me and started eating. While I kept texting Ethan. An awkward silence came over us and all you could hear was Grayson’s fork hitting the plate. Once he was done he got up to put his dish in the sink and he turned around to lean up against the counter with his arms crossed and looked at me.

“I really enjoyed what we did last night.” He bit his lip. I couldn’t deny that I didn’t like what went on between Grayson and I and I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction that I did like it but no words could come out of my mouth. All I could do was nod my head to agree with him. He pushed himself away from the counter and started walking towards me.

He came in between my legs and placed both hands on my waist to pull my body closer to his. We locked eyes and he licked his lips before closing the space between us. It started of slow and passionate and then one of Grayson’s hands found the back of my neck to pull me into the kiss more.

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I let out a soft moan against his lips and he smirked knowing he was getting to me. My hands found their way to the back of his neck and I ran my fingers through his hair. He ran his tongue on my bottom lip and I let him in. He grabbed the back of my thighs and lifted me up and put me down on the table. He broke away from our kiss and pushed me back a bit onto the table so I was supporting myself on my elbows. He ran his hand down my body and down to my shorts. He started to rub me through my shorts. I threw my head back and I bit my lip. I could feel myself getting wet. Grayson started kiss down my stomach and unbutton my jean short when I finally caught myself and pushed Grayson back.

“Woah, woah. What’s wrong Y/N?” Grayson looked back up and me and moved closer. I sat up and crossed my legs. I let out a sigh and ran my fingers through my hair. Grayson moved his lips towards my neck and started kissing me softly. I bit my lip and pushed him back.

 “Do you like me Grayson? What is this?” I looked at him confused. He laughed and put both his hands on the sides of my body.

“I don’t do relationships Y/N and even if I did, Ethan would never approve of this.” He said point at us. I nodded my head to agree with him. Ethan would flip if he knew about any of this.

“Friends Y/N?” Grayson said as he leaned in and started to kiss me again. I smiled in the kiss before pulling away.

“Just friends? Friends don’t do this Grayson.” I smiled at him and bit my bottom lip.

“You’re right. Let’s call this friends with benefits” He looked at me and crossed his arms.

“We get to know each other better and become friends especially for Ethan’s sake, we please each others needs, no strings attached, no feelings and no telling Ethan. We aren’t dating, and this is strictly physical. What do you say?” He says as he places kisses on my neck.

I hesitated a bit before letting out a moan as Grayson started sucking on my neck.

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“Okay, friend with benefits it is.” I lean in to kiss him when the door opened. We both jump away from each other and acted normal.

“I’m so sorry Y/N. Traffic in downtown LA was brutal, but I’m ready to go shopping if you are?” A very apologetic Ethan hugs me and looks at both Grayson and I.

“It’s okay Eth, Y/N and I have been getting to know each other actually. I’m going to go hit the gym than going to shower so I can be ready for us to film the video. I’ll see you guys later.” He walked off and Ethan helped me off the table. We headed towards to door when I looked over my shoulder to catch Grayson checking me out as I was leaving while biting down on his lip.

“Gray, maybe next time when my friends are here, you could put a shirt on. Common dude, be a gentlemen” Ethan called out to his brother before we left their apartment. I couldn’t believe at what just had happened. What have I gotten myself into?

Part 3

anonymous asked:

Jaehyun and his youtuber girlfriend? Filming boyfriend tag video haha :)

Hello there! First off, haven’t written a scenario of my ult in so long ;;; Thank you for requesting this & I hope you enjoy it although it took me forever to finish. Ah, Jaehyun is totally boyfriend (and husband) material. 💘


Listen: [1]

You finished setting up the Canon T5i and looked through the screen monitor to ensure that the camera was placed at the right angle. Lights, check. Camera, check. Now, all that’s left was the action.

“Are you ready, babe?” You called, as you made last minute touches to the room that would be the background setting of the video.

Jaehyun had finally concurred to appearing on your YouTube channel to film the boyfriend tag. Your subscribers had sent in requests since early last year, as you had always mentioned him in your videos, but never uploaded any footage of him. After months of begging, a month’s worth of pizza on you, and a promise to pack him lunch everyday for three months, you had finally coaxed him into making an appearance on your channel.

He appeared right at the door, popping his head in before smiling nervously. It wasn’t like him to be so shy, he is articulate and a naturally gifted speaker, so you found it quite adorable that he had spent the past week contemplating what to wear and how to act on camera.

He was dressed in a cream cable knit sweater today, paired with his favourite pair of vintage Levi’s. His hair was slightly parted at the front, coloured a chocolate brown. You couldn’t help but marvel at the sight in front of you.

The corners of his lips turned upwards as he begin to realize that you were checking him out. He walked closer to you and embraced you with his strong arms as you buried your face in the comfort of his sweater. His familiar scent wafted into the air, wood sage and a tinge of sea salt.

You peeked at him gingerly, the bottom half of your face still resting on the fabric of his shirt. “Are you nervous?”

He looked down at you, his sharp eyes transforming into crescents as he broke into a docile smile and nodded his head slowly. “A bit.”

“Why? Aren’t you the definition of ‘mom’s friend’s son’?” You teased, unravelling your hands from his back, reaching upwards to cup his face.

He leaned forward, trying to steal a kiss from your lips. You giggled and ducked to avoid him, giving him a quick peck on the cheek instead.

“Can I get one more kiss? The cheek one didn’t count.” He pouted.

“I’ll give you one if you answer the questions about me correctly, you know that.” You flicked him on the forehead lightly.

He chuckled, elongating his arms such that his right hand was now hovering in front of the camera lens, as if he was covering the camera’s eyes.

Then, he leaned over and planted a soft kiss directly on your lips.

He could feel you smiling into the kiss, but you immediately pulled back before things could escalate any further. “Stop cheating,” you murmured, a sheepish smile slowly spreading across your face.

“Alright, alright.”

“If you get even one question wrong, you know what you’re in for, right?” you teased, curling your hand into a fist.

He laughed, taking his position on the white leather loveseat. “I guess I’m lucky I have a good memory.”

You wiggled your eyebrows, skipping towards the camera set up at the front of the room to press the record button. 

“We’ll see how well you do, Jae. We’ll see.”

You took a deep breath before pressing record, then quickly walked back to your position beside Jaehyun on the loveseat. He scooted closer, blinking slowly a few times before nodding his head and focusing his attention back on the camera lens.

“Hey guys, welcome back to my channel!” You started, before breaking into laughter and covering your face with your hands. Jaehyun turned to you and raised his brows.

“This is so awkward. I’m not used to filming beside you, even though you film me sometimes,” you whined.

“Do we have to start recording again?” Jaehyun whispered quietly, pointing to the camera.

“Yes, genius. Let’s set up the camera again.” you jokingly teased.

“Oh right, you can just edit it out.” He flashed you a sheepish grin and instinctively covered his face with his hands, a habit of his when he was embarrassed.

After an uncontrollable fit of giggles and a sip of water, you decided that you were ready to film again.

“Let’s go, take three.” Jaehyun whispered under his breath.

You barely kept in another fit of giggles, but managed to start the introduction without making any mistakes.

“Hey guys, welcome back to my channel. Today, we’re going to do the highly requested and long-awaited boyfriend tag.” You smiled, turning beside you to make eye contact with Jaehyun, as he nodded obediently.

“We decided to spice things up a little and make it a little more interesting. We’re each going to ask each other ten questions that we’ve prepared on our own, and if we answer any of the questions incorrectly, we’re each going to get a little punishment.” You continued.

“The punishments are going to be different each time since the questions vary in difficulty level. Basically, we prepared various levels for punishments which will be revealed once either of us makes a mistake.” Jaehyun added.

“Are you ready for this?” you turned to your right slightly, your eyes meeting each other.

“Of course. More prepared than I was for my SATs.” He replied with ease.

What a smooth talker.

You clicked on the ‘Notes’ app on your phone and did a quick scroll through, overlooking the questions you had prepared before clearing your throat.

“Okay. First question. I’m starting off easy, just so you know. When was the first day we met?” you smiled cheekily, waiting for his answer.

“January 14, 2014. Exactly a month before my birthday.”

“Too easy,” you teased.

“You can challenge me, you know. I’m better than that.” He chuckled, his gaze fixated on you.

“It started off easy.” You emphasized, turning to face him again.

You were distracted by the light that his phone screen emitted on his face, a luminous glow further highlighting the contours of his face.

How gorgeous he looked right now was beyond you.

“Bring on the hard questions, but it’s my turn now.” He winked at you before reading his first question aloud.

“What was the first gift that I gave to you?”

“Was it the silver necklace with the dainty hexagon shape in the middle that you bought me when we were browsing the streets of Hongdae together? I think that was our fourth date or something… or was it something else?”

“Guys, I have a terrible memory.” You scratched your head, slightly abashed.

“And in what you lack, I make up.” he propped his head to the side and smiled widely, his dimples deepening.

“Jae, please. We’re on camera.” You blushed.

“_________, first present. Think harder. I think this one’s pretty memorable.”

“Hint please?”

“First. First present. But also first something.” he emphasized, cutely putting up his index finger.

“OH MY- THE BLACK AND WHITE PLAID BUTTON UP SHIRT. It’s literally my favourite gift but it’s so precious to me I haven’t worn it since we met two years ago.” You continued.

“_______, you failed, so punishment time or?” He nodded coolly.

“Wait Jaehyun, wait! Before the punishment, reveal the story behind the first gift.” You gushed with excitement, recalling the very first time you had met him.

He instinctively placed his hand on the nape of his neck. You could tell he was a little flustered.

“Really?” he mouthed.

“Awww, are you shy?” You placed your hand on top of his and gave him a little squeeze. “Alright, we’ll save the story for next time. It’s a little embarrassing to talk about.”

Just as you were about to direct your next question to him, he started speaking.

“It was actually the first day we met. At that time, I was a part-time barista at a coffee shop and _______ was a customer. She was waiting for her coffee when one of the other customers was in a rush and accidentally bumped into her while rushing out, spilling some drinks on her. I guess he was in a rush but he didn’t even apologize and just ran out. She was drenched and all she did was grab some extra napkins from the dispenser and wipe at her shirt. So yeah, I found that ridiculous and without thinking I took off my shirt and told her to change into it.”

“Don’t worry guys, he was wearing a t-shirt inside.”

“By the way, how did you even manage to catch that? I remember it was pretty busy that day.” you added, smiling at him sweetly.

Jaehyun simply smiled and shrugged.

“I didn’t even think twice before taking my shirt off. Like I literally could have been wearing nothing inside.”

“Shirtless barista makes the headlines.” You teased jokingly, clutching your stomach to prevent yourself from doubling over.

He just shook his head and laughed softly, casually placing his hand on top of your head to ruffle your hair.

“_________, don’t change the topic, punishment time. Level one is… let me see… ”

“Lemons.” you finished his sentence, a look of regret washing over your face.

He smiled, eagerly getting up from his seat to grab a lemon wedge that he had sliced up from earlier.

You reluctantly took it from his hand and began nibbling at the lemon, wincing whenever you took another bite as the acidity instantaneously spread throughout your mouth.

After you finished half the wedge, Jaehyun swiftly grabbed the lemon from your hands and popped the rest of it into his mouth.

“It looked too delicious.” he replied simply. “It’s actually good, not too sour.”

“You little pig, why do you love food so much.“ 

You cracked a smile, immediately reaching for the glass of water in front of you to wash away the sour taste that still lingered in your mouth.

“Okay so next question. What’s my favourite food?” you asked.

“Is this some type of trick question ‘cause I feel like it’s too easy.” He placed his right hand under his chin, and glanced at the ceiling, thinking deeply.

“Well, it’s not a trick question but it might be a little difficult. ‘Cause I like everything. But there’s only one correct answer.”

“If I could only pick one… spicy tomato sauce pasta with seafood.”

“Didn’t expect you to be so specific,” you said, awe evident in your voice.

“Am I right though?”

You made a tiny ‘ok’ sign with your thumb and index finger and nodded in defeat.

“Alright, my turn. I’ll make it easier since I should be the bigger person and give you some points.”

“So thoughtful of you.” you replied, a hint of teasing sarcasm in your voice.

“I know right. So, what is the facial feature that I’m most confident about?”

“Your eyebrows.”


“Guys, I’m really jealous of Jaehyun’s eyebrows ‘cause mine are so sparse and I always need to fill them in but he’s born with such beautifully-shaped thick eyebrows.” you turned to him and outlined his brows with your fingertips.

He wiggled his brows in satisfaction, leaning in to give you a peck just above your brow-bone.

“Jae, I’m editing that out!” You giggled.

“It’s a good luck peck to define your eyebrow hair.”

You teasingly hit his arm. “JUNG YOONOH. SERIOUSLY.”

“Sorry guys, this is probably like one of the most boring videos you’ve ever seen.”

“And you’re going to have to edit half of this out because of the PDA… or you can just keep it in?” Jaehyun joked.

“Should I?”

“Johnny would say 'I just want to show the world how much I love my girlfriend’ and I completely agree.”

Listen: [2]

Another twenty minutes passed and you were now on your eighth question. You were pretty sure the video wouldn’t be the most entertaining boyfriend tag around, but you were having a fun time filming with Jaehyun and most importantly, you had realized how lucky you were to have such a sweet and caring boyfriend. Maybe even the luckiest girl in the world, you smiled to yourself.

You always knew that Jaehyun was a detail-oriented, observant and caring person, but he sometimes surprised you, picking up on details that you didn’t even know about yourself.

“Oh, ________. You’re doomed this time.” Jaehyun smiled widely, while reading his eighth question.

“Why? I’ve been doing pretty well up until now, just a couple mistakes.” You retorted.

“The next question is sports-related.” he replied with a grin.

“Damn… really?”

“It should be passable, I always make you watch their games with me on tv and you usually do, even if you’re not paying attention.” he teased.

You glowered in response but you had a little bit of faith in yourself since you had watched a lot more sports since you had started dating Jaehyun. You just couldn’t resist his adorable antics.

“Okay, I love you ________. But tell me, which NBA team do I cheer for?”

“Give me a while to think about it. I swear I know though.”

“Mm, of course.” Jaehyun replied smoothly.

Here goes nothing. Let’s decode NBA first, you thought to yourself.

N for National. B for… baseball? Doesn’t seem right. Why are there so many sports that start with the letter b. Badminton? Something seems off. Then, it must be basketball. Jaehyun’s favourite sport is basketball! A… what did it stand for again? Shit, I forgot. Oh well.

“First, NBA stands for National Basketball A.” You replied, a smug look evident on your face.

Jaehyun chuckled and finished with perfect English, “A for Association.”

“Yes, that.” you smiled.

“Oooh, that’s impressive.” he replied, the right dimple on his cheek becoming more prominent.

You nodded. “Okay, three more minutes. Going to do more decoding in my head.”

“I’m so touched you’re working so hard.” He leaned over and bent down to give you a swift peck on the cheek.

“I’m working hard since I don’t want to do the punishment.” you simply replied.

“Why so tsundere.” A quiet giggle escaped Jaehyun’s mouth.

“And also the fact that you’re beating me by a landslide.” You laughed. “How is it possible that you didn’t even get one question wrong yet?”

Jaehyun scratched his head. “Were my questions too hard? Or yours too easy?”

“No, it’s because your memory is too good. Give me some brain cells! Anyway, let me continue. I can do this.”

“You can do this.” he replied.

“WE CAN DO THIS!” the both of you chanted, as you made a fist and pumped your arm up.

Jaehyun’s favourite basketball team. Hmm… he watches a lot of games but he is especially fond of one team. One of the heavily populated cities. It was definitely L.A… I’m sure he cheers for the team from L.A.

Now what were they called again? I loosely remember that it also started with a 'L’. Oh! It had a similar spelling to some of my favourite lip products. Lacquers? Yes… I think it was something like that. It was slightly different though. Lacers. Yes. Lacers.

“You ready?” Jaehyun asked.

“A hundred per cent ready.” you replied with ease.

“Wow, you’re really incredible.” he smiled at you and clapped slowly.

You hit him lightly on the shoulder and cleared your throat.

“The team is from L.A.”

Jaehyun immediately stood up and started clapping. “You basically got the answer already.”

“Mm, I know.” you answered.

“Los Angeles…”

“Lacers” you finished, your expression full of confidence.

Jaehyun scrunched his face cutely and doubled over, almost toppling on the couch.

“You were so close, babe! Should I just give the point to you?”

“I’m not right?!” You asked, genuinely surprised. “I remembered the name because it’s similar to lip lacquers.”

He laughed and brusquely wrapped an arm around your shoulder, bringing you even closer to him. “I’ll give you half a point for being such a cutie.” He said while gazing deeply into your eyes.

“But you still have to do half the punishment.” He continued, winking seductively.

“Jung Yoonoh, can you tell me what I got wrong first? Because I swear it was Lacers.”

“Well, you were only one letter off. It’s actually Lakers.” He nuzzled his face in your hair to stifle his urge to laugh.

“What, are you serious? I get three-quarters of a point then, not half. Meanie.”

“Anyways, what’s the quarter of a punishment I get?” You continued. A slight nervousness could be sensed in your voice.

You could see a shade of pink washing over Jaehyun’s ears as he read the punishment aloud in a voice an octave lower than usual. 

“Re-enact your first kiss.”

“Ah… so embarrassing.” You whispered, fidgeting with the ends of your sleeves.

“You wanna pass on this one?” he asked casually.

You were never exactly the shy or introverted type, but when it came to public display of affection, you were astonishingly timid.

However, for some reason, you were feeling slightly audacious today. Whether it was because you wanted to show everyone how much you liked him, or just because you felt like kissing him and experiencing that rush of nostalgia as you imagined the first time you felt his lips on yours, you weren’t sure. You just knew that you wanted to do this.

“Retract the point from before. I’ll do the full punishment.” You answered with certainty.

Jaehyun was slightly astounded, but he clearly liked your determination because you could he see him biting his bottom lip to hide his smile while he nodded in agreement.

“It’s actually easy to re-enact this one since our first kiss was at the movies. So let’s pretend the camera is the movie screen and imagine that we’re sitting on regular seats at the theatre.” You started.

You scooted about four inches away from Jaehyun in order to recreate the exact distance between the two of you during the date at the cinema. Then, you motioned to the space in between.

“Imagine that this pillow is the popcorn and this water bottle is a cup of cola. Unfortunately we don’t have the actual props,” you giggled.

You locked eyes with Jaehyun, who gave you the cue to start. A re-enactment of your first kiss together in front of a virtual audience was really odd, but it made your heart flutter nonetheless.

You glanced at Jaehyun from the corner of your eye as you cautiously curled a strand of hair behind your ear. He was looking straight at the camera, pretending to watch the so-called ‘movie’.

You could feel your heart skip a beat as you made your next move. It was almost as if you had shut out all your surroundings; you didn’t see the filming equipment and the bright lights in your room seemed to have dimmed. All you saw was Jaehyun sitting in a dark movie theatre, the only source of light being the dim glow of the screen outlining his sharp features. The memory was still so vivid in your mind, as if you were being transported back to that time again.

You drummed your fingers along the edge of your seat waiting for Jaehyun to reach for the popcorn. When you saw his hand on the pillow, you casually reached for it without being too blatant, but he had already finished grabbing a handful of imaginary popcorn.

You had turned away thinking that Jaehyun was just too immersed in the movie, but he was secretly laughing. Now that you were re-enacting the memory, it was difficult for you to refrain from peeking at him. Although you didn’t see it back then, he was intentionally concealing his smile by burying his face deeper in his turtleneck.

Jung Yoonoh, you little tease.

Next, you tried to reach for the bottle of water at the same time he did, but he was already taking a sip out of it, eyes trained on the screen.

You sighed. You still remembered how you were feeling a little dejected about how the movie was clearly more interesting to him than you. In all those dramas you had watched, the boy would usually try to initiate skinship with the girl at the theatre. You decided to try one last time anyways. After all, there wasn’t a rule in the book that said girls couldn’t initiate skinship first.  

When Jaehyun finally changed his position, leaning a tad bit closer to your side, you attempted to lie on his shoulder, all the while trying to be subtle.

You closed your eyes and smiled, expecting his warm wool turtleneck to make contact with your skin, when you realized that he had already switched back to his initial upright posture. On top of that, you probably looked like a dumbass right now, head cocked to the side, leaning on invisible air.

You imitated the exact expression you made that day, eyebrows furrowed and lips slightly downturned. At that exact moment, he leaned over and quickly gave you a short but soft kiss on the lips before returning to his upright posture, reverting his attention back to the imaginary movie screen. You were in total shock, but managed to take a quick peek at him. His arm was casually resting on the headrest, his hand slightly covering his mouth to keep from smiling too widely.

Your rounded eyes were still enlarged as the reality of what just happened hit you. So he was paying attention to me all this time? His attention was still on the screen, but he secretly took your hand with his free hand and interlocked his fingers with yours.

Jaehyun swung your entwined hands back and forth as you turned to smile at him. The two of you burst out laughing as he let go of your hand and you both applauded each other, “Okay, this is so embarrassing. But I did my punishment. I hope it wasn’t too much of a cringe-fest to watch.”

“I could see that you were really into it though.” Jaehyun commented cheekily.

You blushed.

“I was just trying to give an accurate portrayal to my subscribers!”

“But hey, I can’t believe I didn’t notice that you were laughing at me the whole time back then. I thought I was being natural with my moves.” You continued, while playing with a strand of his sleek brown hair.

He chuckled softly. “You don’t know how difficult it was for me to hold back my laughter. Too cute.”

You poked one of his dimples lightly and leaned over to give him a peck on the other one. Too adorable to resist skinship.

“Alright, time for the next question! Hang in there guys, we’re almost done. Okay Jae, the next one might be a bit hard. Are you ready for this?”

Jaehyun nodded. “How difficult can it be, am I right?”

You giggled while reading your question aloud. “If I could only wear one outfit everyday for the rest of my life, what would I wear?

“Have you been paying attention to my wardrobe?” you questioned.

“_______, you love clothes. It’s almost impossible.”

“Just guess, my Mr. Perfect soon to be Mr. Ninety-Nine Percent.”

“Well there’s always the black skinny jeans with the grey varsity sweater combination that you love wearing. But then there’s also the pleated skirt with blouse outfit that you love wearing to events… and then there’s the fitted plain white tee with Levi’s, that’s a classic, you can’t go wrong with that. This is so hard,” Jaehyun whined, his head leaning on your shoulder.

“Wow, Mr. Jung. I can’t believe this is the first time I’m taking a point off. Incredible.” You teased.

He placed his face in his hands and smiled shyly. “Ah, I wanted to get all the questions right. So what’s the correct answer?”

He peeked through his hands timidly.

“You’re too detailed. All I have written down is an all-black outfit. Black is the new black, Jaehyun. It’ll never go out of style, so… it’s perfect.” You bit your lip to keep from laughing too much as Jaehyun made faces at you.

“Punishment?” he asked, his voice slightly reluctant.

“Punishment for question nine is to do aegyo…” You paused for a bit before continuing. “That’s too easy for you, not fair.”

Jaehyun sighed. “Trust me, it’s not that easy.”

You pinched his cheeks as he pouted.

“You’re so good at it though. My cutie valentine boy.” He brightened up and smiled devilishly at your compliments.

“I’m not going to prepare chocolate on Valentine’s Day. I’m the chocolate myself, what would I buy chocolate for?” He started, his voice oozing with honey.

“The man born on February 14! It’s me, the choco-man!” He continued, placing one finger on his cheek, smiling widely.

You placed your hand on your mouth to refrain from laughing too loud, as Jaehyun’s eyes were noticeable crescents now. He was squinting his eyes because of the abundance of 'sweet’ lines.

You poked his cheek and placed that finger directly on your mouth.

“If you say so… hmm it’s salty?” You joked.

Jaehyun furrowed his brows and dabbed his finger on his tongue to check himself. “Oh! It’s sweet!”

He bent over, clutching his stomach from laughter, gesturing a 'X’ with his arms to signal that he was done. “Seriously, are you posting this online?” He pretended to cry.

“That was so cute!! How did you come up with that?” You squealed.

“It’s in my genes.” He replied flatly, before wrapping an arm around your neck and tickling you.

You squeaked as he tackled you and aimed for your most vulnerable parts, tickling your waist and under-arm area.

“JAE!!! STOP IT’S SO… TICKLISH… OKAY… I’ll stop laughing at you. Okay, stop. Let’s continue.” He steadied you and fixed your messy hair, then stole a quick kiss before nodding at the camera.

“Okay, so next… when did you meet the family?” Jaehyun asked.

“The date that I met your family right? Not when you met my parents? Or both?”

“Just when you met my family,” he replied, a coy smile on his face, remembering the moment.

“December 25, 2015. I went over to your house for a Christmas party and met your parents and I messed up the food, it was really embarrassing.” You recalled.

“Mom thought you were adorable but she said that you should learn some cooking skills from me,” Jaehyun chuckled.

“Hey! I’m better now okay? I even cooked for your parents and they loved it.” You bragged.

“True. Chef Jaehyun really helped you polish your skills right?”

“Yes, I acknowledge that!” You laughed.

“Wow. We’re already at our last question.” Jaehyun pointed out.

“Hope we didn’t bore you guys to death! So my last question is… Jaehyun, when do I find you the most attractive?” You tried to hide your smile and lowered your gaze a bit. Why did I think this was a good question again?

When you glanced up, you could see that Jaehyun’s smile had reached his eyes. So adorable.

“I think I’m going to get this question wrong too. ________, you should tell me these things, you know… when you find me the most…” He paused for a bit.


“Oh just guess!” You answered, evidently flushed by his teasing.

“Hmm… is it when I’m driving with one hand on your seat? I remember how you blushed when I first drove you around right after I got my driver’s license. That kind of seems too typical though… no, not that. When I’m ordering for us before the movies or restaurants. When I’m done ordering you always give me that look.”

“What look?” You asked, mouth slightly agape.

“You know, that… 'I’m so lucky to have you’ gaze.” He did his own rendition of that gaze of yours, causing you to hit him playfully as he caught your hands and wrestled around with you.

“No it’s not that! Jae, you’re getting worse at this.”

“Oh really? What is it then?” He clearly didn’t mind that he got the question wrong, he was just really intent on hearing the answer of when you found him the most attractive. He was giving you that gaze again. His sharp eyes exhibiting his confidence and curiosity.

“It’s when I look at your backside when you’re in the kitchen cooking for me.” You answered shyly.

“I feel all fuzzy and warm inside when I observe your backside in the kitchen. It makes me feel at home for some reason.” You continued, your voice softer than usual.

Jaehyun adjusted his position so that his back was now facing you.

“You know, you can hug this when I’m cooking. Since it’s so attractive.” He turned his neck to look at you, his gaze sharpening such that he was emitting a seductive aura.

A deep shade of red spread across your cheeks, but you still tried to hide how flustered you were.

“I will,” you replied, placing your hands around his waist and leaning on his broad back. It was so comfortable.

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After Jaehyun did his punishment, which was to eat a piece of sushi with a large wad of wasabi between the raw fish and the rice, which he easily aced, filming had almost come to an end.

It was time for the last question.

Jaehyun cleared his throat before reading his final question aloud.

“What is my fondest memory of you? It’s a hard one 'cause I never told you before.” He commented, shyly averting his gaze from yours, a slight smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

“Hmm… I seriously have no idea.” You pondered aloud.

“I’m just going to give this a shot even though I’ll probably get it wrong…”

“'Cause I’m really too curious about what your fondest memory of me is.” you continued, looking directly into his eyes, an abashed look on your face.

He held your gaze for a while until the two of you noticed that you were still filming, and he looked away, clearly shy.

“So, any guesses?” He smiled softly.

“The first time we saw each other, at the coffee shop? I mean, I think I left a pretty big impression on you.” You teased, giggling at the same time.

He paused, holding your gaze, the corners of his lips turned up in a knowing smile.

For a moment, you thought you had the right answer.

“Close, but not quite.”

You looked at him in confusion, slightly puzzled.

“________,” he started.

You nodded.

“Yes, Jaehyun?”

“So… I actually never told you this. But the coffee shop, it wasn’t the first time I saw you.”

Your eyes widened, slightly taken aback yet full of curiosity.

“My fondest memory of you starts like this. I was on bus route 148, just any regular day, coming home from school. That was the first time I saw you. I didn’t think much of it, if I had to admit though, you did catch my attention a little bit. But the bus approached the next stop, and a pregnant woman had boarded the bus. As I was about to stand up, I noticed that you had already stood up to offer your seat to her. I don’t even know if you remember this, honestly, but there was this man that came in and sat down just as she was about to sit down. You really started to catch my attention when you started to explain how the seat was for the pregnant lady, but you still managed to handle the situation well, even though he was being an asshole. I haven’t seen people like that in a long time. I was about to get up and at least try to strike up some conversation with you, but the next stop was your stop, and you had already left. So two weeks later, when I saw you at the coffee shop, I was just thinking… I didn’t want to let the chance to talk to you slip away again.”

“So that’s why…” you started.

He nodded before you could continue.

“The spill was a good excuse for me to talk to you.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You had always thought that the coffee shop meeting was your first. And although it was, you would’ve never thought you ever crossed paths with Jaehyun before that.

You blushed at the thought of a teenage Jaehyun, noticing your actions.

“So, why didn’t you ever tell me this?” You placed your left palm under your chin, gazing at him earnestly. 

“Well, it’s embarrassing, I didn’t want to make it seem like I’m a total romanticist.” He bit his lip and sighed softly.

You wanted to seem cool with it, but it was difficult to hide how touched you were.

Jaehyun felt your warm touch, as you placed your hand on the left side of his cheeks, visibly pink.

For a moment, you tuned out your surroundings again. You even momentarily forgot you were filming. This would probably be too much for your subscribers, but this would be footage you’d keep forever.

“I’m glad you took that chance.”

You held onto the ends of his sleeves, as you leaned closer for a passionate kiss. You could feel Jaehyun responding as he embraced you lightly, yet kissed you deeply, paying no mind to the camera.

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‘Incoherent nonsens’ - Sebastian Stan Imagine

Paring: Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader

Request: Prompt #4 “This is going to sound cheesy but… I love when you’re half asleep and talking nonsense”, #17 “Will you make coffee” “What do I get if you do?” & #33 “Are you trying to seduce me” - Established relationship

Word Count: 1.4 k

Warning: It’s leading up to some smut, but it stops before it begins though. Besides that, just an extensive amount of domisic fluff. 

A/N: So I changed a bit of the wording in prompt 17 for it to fit, but it still follows the request. Besides that, here you go with some fluff of waking up besides Sebastian Stan! Also, if you want a story too, my inbox is open, and if you’re blank for ideas, my prompt list is here

Waking up wasn’t always something you looked forward too, usually it meant long hours of work, and having to deal with people over the phone you would rather ignore and just hear the ring of the phone instead. But these mornings were different, it was mornings like this you loved to wake up to, and you liked the way you were woken up.

You could feel gentle kisses being placed on your arm, your shoulder, your neck, and your head, all by that same mouth you loved so much, the mouth that belonged to you boyfriend Sebastian Stan.

“Keep going… like butterfly kisses” you mumbled pleased with the way the kisses was so gentle they almost tickled. You heard a deep chuckle and felt the breaths escaping him on your skin, hinting that he had heard.

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Alexei peered out the window as the plane touched down, eager for his first glimpse of the United States. Alina, seated next to him, laughed.

“This is only the airport. Wait until you see the city proper. It’s exactly how America looks in movies and shit. And, you know, we’re spending an entire month dancing with the New York City Ballet.”

“I know, I know,” Alexei replied. Of course he loved the Mariinsky Ballet, but it had always been a dream of his to dance in America. And now it was coming true.


Walking into their first class at NYCB was ridiculously stressful. It shouldn’t have been that bad—it was just another ballet class—but there was a difference between heading into class with your own company and heading into a room of English-speaking strangers. There were only a handful of Mariinsky dancers in their particular class, and as they entered the studio the NYCB dancers started whispering among themselves.

Alexei glanced around at the other Russian dancers. Alina, Anya, and Evgenia were holding their pointes tightly and Dmitri was glaring at the Americans.

One of the male dancers, a lean man with messy blond hair, stepped forward. “I’m Kent, one of the principals here,” he said slowly in slow but nearly perfect Russian. “It’s nice to have you.”

“You speak Russian,” Anya said, confused.

Kent shrugged. “I spent a couple summers training at the Bolshoi while I was still at SAB. I picked a bit of it up.”

“I’m Alexei,” Alexei said carefully in English before introducing the other four Russian dancers with him to their American counterparts.

Before any of them could say any more, they were called to begin barre work. Alexei found himself a place behind Kent and tried to focus on his pliés, his tendus and dégagés and fondus and everything else. Honestly, it was lucky that he’d been dancing for as long as he had, as he found himself relying far more on muscle memory than he should have been. It wasn’t like Alexei wasn’t focused in on ballet, he was just more trying to wrap his head around finally being in the United States.

To make matters worse, there was something almost poetic about watching Kent dance, It was no secret to Alexei that he liked men, but he was used to the ones he danced with, used to how they moved and all. Kent, however, was new and Alexei couldn’t take his eyes off him.

The two companies had been working on the same ballet for a while now, one that they were going to perform together. And, wonder of wonders, Kent and Alexei, as the top male dancers in their respective companies, had both been assigned the same part, one that they would swap off over the run of the ballet.

Alexei knew the part forwards and backwards, but seeing Kent dance it with Alina felt like he was seeing the pas de deux for the first time. Never mind that it was far from flawless—Alina usually partnered with Alexei, who had fifteen centimeters on Kent, and, as such, she was having to make adjustments on the fly to compensate for the change—it was still entrancing. Kent’s height wasn’t too much of an issue, though, as he was strong and technically brilliant. There were obvious differences, of course—NYCB used the Balanchine technique taught at the School of American Ballet whereas Alexei had grown up in the Vaganova School and with their technique. But, if Alexei was honest, the audience probably wouldn’t know the difference.


After class Alexei tried to snag Kent, but the American dancer had vanished off before Alexei could do so. Alexei wanted to go looking for him, but instead he was gathered in with the other Russian dancers and taken off to the hotel before being given a curfew and free rein.

Along with some of the other Russians, Alexei headed out to Times Square, set on experiencing the sights and sounds and smells of New York City.

It was everything that films and television had made it out to be. Loud, bustling, everywhere the sound of English and signs that Alexei could barely read. It was a lot to take in, almost too much.

Before long a combination of the overwhelming force of Times Square and the jet lag got to Alexei and he begged off to return to the hotel and rest.

Once he got there Alexei collapsed on his bed, dead tired. The day had been a lot, from traveling to taking class to going into the city. He had been running on adrenaline, but now he was crashing and needed to sleep before class the next day.


Thanks to going to bed early, Alexei missed the announcement that class wasn’t starting until noon, so he was at the studio at nine.

Shrugging, he changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt. He was there anyway, might as well do some work.

Alexei went through a quick warmup before getting into jumps. He was a fantastic jumper; it was his specialty. He started with small jumps before getting higher and higher, eventually ending up all but flying.

He was so absorbed in his routine that he didn’t notice the studio door opening and closing. He landed a jump, turned to grab his water, and was treated to a view of Kent, wearing only a pair of tights, standing at the barre, folded entirely in half, nose to his knees and tucking his hands under his feet.

Kent noticed the silence and spread his feet slightly, looking up at Alexei from between his own legs.

“Do you mind? That I’m here, I mean. I can leave if you want. But I started watching you—and holy shit, if I could jump like that—never mind. I started watching you and you seemed cool and I’m…yeah, never mind.”

He rolled up—the ripple of his spine was hypnotic in a way that Alexei hadn’t thought it could be—and then slid into a split, arching backwards over his leg.

“I don’t mind,” Alexei replied, unable to take his eyes off Kent as he went through a series of stretches. And then, before he could talk himself out of it or think better of what he was about to say, “why would I mind getting to watch a pretty boy stretch?”

Kent froze, then climbed to his feet abruptly as Alexei cursed his running his mouth.

“You think I’m pretty? Like, in an ‘oh, he’s so cute and tiny’ way or that I’m pretty? Or is this some weird thing in Russian that I never learned?”

Kent didn’t seem angry, just in shock, so Alexei took a deep breath to steel himself, then switched to English to make absolutely sure that Kent understood him.

“I’m like boys. I’m like pretty boys who are very…” Alexei lost the word he wanted in English, so he said it in Russian. “гибкий.”

“Flexible,” Kent said, staring at Alexei.

“Flexible,” he repeated, storing the English word. “I’m maybe wanting to kiss pretty flexible dancer boys. But is not possible.”

“Okay, so what if there was a flexible dancer boy who would be totally cool with you kissing him?” Kent shrugged. “I like all genders. It’s not a consideration for me. Attractive people are attractive people. And you’re definitely attractive.”

Alexei’s brain short circuited for a moment. “You…I…attractive?”

Kent laughed and sat on the floor, pulling off his shoes and going through his bag. “Yeah, definitely.”

As Alexei worked through that—he could actually kiss this guy?—Kent was doing something on the floor. By the time Alexei was back in the present moment, Kent was—well.

“It’s good strength training,” Kent said defensively as Alexei stared at him in pointe shoes. “Plus, to be honest, I like it. I mean, yeah, it hurts and wow girls are intense for doing this all the time, but there’s so much use here.”

“I’m not judging,” Alexei said, slipping back into Russian. “It’s hot.”

Kent laughed. “You’re hot.”

“I’m not the bendy one wearing pointe shoes and shirtless,” Alexei protested, then froze as Kent walked over to him, placed his hands on Alexei’s shoulders, and rose onto pointe.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yeah,” Alexei replied eloquently, then everything stopped as Kent gently pressed his lips to Alexei’s own, and then did it again and again.


Having to leave New York at the end of the month was hard. The Mariinsky was dancing in other big cities across the United States before returning to St. Petersburg and Alexei didn’t want to leave Kent. The time they had shared had been amazing.

“I’ll Skype you. And text you. You’ll be sick of me,” Kent said as he kissed Alexei goodbye in the entrance of his apartment.

“And you’ll come to Russia to visit.”

Kent laughed. “That too. Long distance relationships suck, but we’ll make it work.”


As Alexei watched New York City fall away, he contemplated all the change that just a single month had brought to his life. It was amazing and he couldn’t wait for more.

Behind The Story S2 | Pt. 8

Summary: They say things never go as planned and oh were they right. When you are giving a second chance in life, you’re only just begun to live. A baby girl came to the world but it doesn’t mean their road is over yet. The story about their relationship and family while shooting Supernatural and attending Conventions continues…

Author: sleepywinchester [prev. deanwinchester-af]

Characters: Jensen, Reader, Jared and Cast Cameos.

Pairings: Single!Jensen x Actress!Reader (Nina Dobrev)

Words: 2.1k

Beta: @waywardlullabies

Warnings: Fluff. { slightly angst }


Title: To The Freakin’ Moon.

Note: Hope you guys like this one!!! Feedback is always appreciated it. (x)

Jensen: “Good trip so far?”  

You: “She only dropped juice all over herself once and cried to the top of her lungs twice. It’s going great and everyone in this plane loves us.”

Jensen: “Ha! I’ll be in the lookout for viral videos of you sending someone to hell if they cross the line. Show em your mean right.”

You: “Funny. I wouldn’t be surprised if someone is a jerk to us.”

Jensen: “I wouldn’t be surprise if you kick their asses.”

You: “You know me so well. She’s sleeping right now.”

Jensen: “Give her a kiss for me. Gotta go.”

After locking your phone, you looked down to the sleeping beauty in your arms. Knowing she rested peacefully in your arms melted your heart. She didn’t have a care in the world. You knew she was feeling cold when her tiny body curled towards you. The corner of your lip curved up watching her seek for warmth in you. Slowly and trying not to wake her up, you grabbed the pink blanket from your bag and covered her up.  

The flight went on for two more hours until you finally landed in Vancouver. Jensen was waiting for you as you walked out of the airport. His smile got wider watching you walk towards him with the stroller.  The sudden flashing lights interrupted the moment.

Jensen’s picked up his pace and reached you and JJ. He gave you a kick kiss on the lips before escorting you towards the car. You re-adjusted your bag and followed him closely towards the car.

“Are you okay after the accident, Y/N?”, “When’s the wedding?”, “Is there a wedding at all?!”, “You gotta put a ring on it, Jensen! She’s too hot!”.

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anonymous asked:

can you maybe write sana and the balloon squad going camping together? and yousef/sana being madly in love but not telling each other? and yousef trying to impress sana so when for example she's listening to her favourite song by tupac, yousef starts to rap along knowing all the words and is like damn this is my fave song, you know it too? and also a bit of mikadam wouldnt hurt


Thank you so much for the prompt!

I hope you don’t mind that I added more couples to it!

I hope I don’t disappoint you and that you like it!!

Also I’m sorry if this is too long, I got really carried away


“We’re here!!” Eva yelled as she got out of the bus.

After a two hours trip they had finally arrived to the cabins.

Sana, Vilde, Noora, Chris, Eva along with Yousef, Elias, Mutta, Adam and Mikael had agreed to spend the last weekend before the girls had to go back to class at a camping in the countryside. Since they were so many people, instead of tents they had decided to rent two cabins, one for the boys and one for the girls. It was Saturday morning when they arrived and, even though they had to leave the following day they were all excited about this trip.

“Ahh I’m so excited for this, it’s going to be epic!!” Vilde squealed as she hugged Sana who hugged her back with a smile

“So, what should we do first?” Adam asked

“We should probably leave the stuff in the cabins and then we can decide” Noora said

“Always so efficient” Elias teased her “Okay boys, the one on the left is ours”

He started to walk towards the cabin with the boys following behind him

“We’ll meet you here in half an hour” he told the girls before entering the cabin


“Wow, this is such a nice cabin” Vilde said once inside their cabin

“Wait until you see the lake” Sana, who had been there before, said

“I’m liking the idea of the lake” Chris said

“That’s because you want to see Mutta shirtless” Eva teased her

“And I’m not denying it” Chris winked at her making all the girls laugh

“So what about you Sana Bakkoush, will this be THE trip for you and you know who?” Noora asked raising an eyebrow at her

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” Sana said shrugging

“Oh come on Sana, you two have been talking during the whole way here” Eva said

“Are you finally going to tell Yousef you like him?” Vilde asked excited

“That’s the thing though” Noora explained “They both know they like each other, they’re just too shy to do something about it”

“Says the girls who’s been making eyes at my brother for a month now” Sana said smirking

“I have not”

All the girls stared at Noora with their eyebrows raised

“Whatever, we should get ready” Noora said rolling her eyes


Half an hour later they were all enjoying themselves down by the lake. Vilde and Eva were taking some pictures for their instagram accounts, Mikael and Mutta were doing some back flips while Adam filmed it and Chris cheered them. Elias and Noora were by the shore, he threatening her to throw her in the water and her acting like she was offending when she was clearly enjoying the situation too much.

Sana sat on the grass a few meters from them observing all of them with a smile on her face.

“Can I sit?”

She looked up protecting her eyes from the sun with her hand. Yousef was standing there, hands in his pockets, smiling.

“Of course” she said nodding

He sat down next to her leaving enough space between them for her to be comfortable.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” he asked

“I actually am” she said looking at him “You?”

“I am now” he answered biting his lip

Sana smiled at him and blushed slightly. She looked at her brother and her friend down by the shore.

“How long till they finally admit that they like each other?” Sana asked

“I’d say that they’re going to end up together this weekend, but again, both of them are so stubborn” Yousef said

“Yeah, like it’s clear they like each other”

“Exactly, why don’t they just stop walking in circles and start dating?”


She looked at him, he already had his eyes on her. They both pressed their lips together and burst into laughs. They clearly weren’t the most indicated to talk about not admitting feelings and they both were aware of that.

“Wanna take a walk and explore the place?” he asked as he stood up and offered her his hand

“Thought you’d never ask” she said taking his hand and standing up


“You really know your way through this place” Yousef said impressed as they had been walking for awhile

“Yeah, we used to come here as kids. I never got this far through the woods though”

“You used to come here?” Yousef asked

“The cabin where you’re staying used to be ours actually” Sana said as she stopped walking to face him


“Yeah, we used to come here every summer but then we had to sell it and the ones that own the cabin where we’re staying bought it. They’re friends of my parents”

“Wow, I didn’t know that”

“I actually haven’t been in that cabin since I was like 12 or something”

“Why aren’t you guys sleeping there then?”

“Elias got dibs” she said shrugging “You want to know a secret?”

“Of course”

“Every time we stayed there I always slept in the room that is in the attic because I loved the views”

“That’s where I’m staying!” Yousef exclaimed


“Yeah, I can’t say no to an attic”

Sana smiled, it felt good knowing that they had one more thing in common.

“So, what’s the secret?”

“Oh, yeah, my parents used to measure my height in the door frame and when I found out we were selling the cabin I wanted to take the frame with me” she laughed a little bit embarrassed “You should’ve seen me crying because I couldn’t understand that I can’t take a door frame with me”

“Aww, I’m sure you were such a cute little girl”

“Yeah, but don’t tell anyone” she said pointing at him

“My lips are sealed” he promised placing his hand on his heart

Sana shook her head and laughed. They restarted their walk only stopping when they got to a place full of flowers

“Wow…this is…” Yousef started

“It’s so beautiful…It’s like that film…”


And in fact it looked like a scene taken out of that film. In front of them there were hundreds of blue and purple and pink flowers surrounded by trees.

Yousef took a few steps into the glade and bent down to take some flowers. He then turned around and offered them to Sana.

“They’re not bluebells but I hope it’s enough” he said shrugging with smile

“They’re perfect, thank you” she said taking them and smiling fondly at him


“Stop it, stop it Elias!” Noora said laughing as Elias kept splashing water to her

“Huh? Are you saying something? I can’t hear you over the sound of the water”

“Fine!” She said as she imitated his moves and started to throw water at him too

“Hey! That’s cheating”

Elias walked over to her and took her hands on his trying to stop her but instead they both lost balance and fell into the water with their clothes on.

“I can’t believe you did that!” Noora told him as she felt her clothes being soaked

“Me? You’re the one who made me fall” he said

“Whatever” she rolled her eyes and started to swim away from him


He followed her worried that she might be angry.

“Hey Noora wait, I’m sorry” he said placing his hand on her shoulder to stop her

Noora turned around with a smirk on her face and before Elias could react she placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him down to the water.

“Oh game on” Elias said once he came back to the surface

He swam over to Noora and took her by the waist, lifting her over his shoulder upside down. He then started to walk further into the lake.

“No, no, no don’t you dare Elias”

“You started it” he said

“Fine but if I’m going down you’re going down with me” she said as she wrapped her arms around his waist

“Okay, I have nothing to lose” Elias said shrugging

He took a deep breath and went underwater taking Noora with him. They were both laughing once they came to the surface.

“Thank you” Noora said between laughs

“For what?” Elias asked confused

“For making me laugh, it’s been awhile and you always find a way to make me laugh”

“Noora, you deserve to be happy, you deserve someone who treats you right and who makes you smile”

“Someone like you?” she asked raising her eyebrows

“Well…yeah” he said biting his lip

Noora blinked several times trying to process his words, she wasn’t expecting him to actually admit it. She bit her lip as she got closer to him. She looked straight into his eyes and leaned in for a kiss wrapping her arms around his neck. Elias reacted right away and placed his hands on her waist bringing her closer.

“Woooohooo!!” they heard someone saying.

They pulled apart and looked at the shore. Vilde and Eva were dancing and jumping while Mutta, Chris, Mikael and Adam were clapping


“About time guys!!!” Mutta exclaimed before turning back to Adam, Mikael and Chris.

“Yeah, talking about couples that finally get together…” Chris giving him her flirting look™

Mutta looked back at her confused. He didn’t know what she was trying to tell him. He liked Chris, he had liked her since the first time they met but now he wasn’t sure if she was trying to tell him that she liked him back or if she was angry about something.

“I don’t…I don’t really know what you…” he stuttered making Adam and Mikael, who were watching the scene, laugh

Chris rolled her eyes, it was clear that words weren’t going to work with the boy, she needed actions. She grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss.

“Wow…” Mutta whispered once they pulled apart “Does this mean that you like me?”

Chris tilted her head and glared at him, how slow could this boy be?

“Yes, I like you…do you like me?” she asked getting self-conscious suddenly

“Of course, of course I like you, have you seen you?” Mutta said like it was the most obvious thing in the world “You’re like perfect!”

Chris smiled feeling her heart making a back flip like the ones Mikael and Mutta had been doing a few minutes ago. She may act like she was the most confident girl in the world but when it came to real feelings, like the ones she had for Mutta, she could became the most shy person in the world.

“Can I kiss you again?” Mutta asked blushing

“You don’t have to ask”


“I’m telling you, I’m the best rapper of the squad” Yousef said as they reached the cabins

“Prove it” Sana challenged him

“What? Like right now?”

“Prove it”

“Fine…uhm…I don’t quite remember how it started but…” he took a deep breath before he started singing “You gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit. Remember that. Mmm, yeah. Keep ya head up. Yeah.

Sana was already laughing, he looked so focused on the song.

“Shh, I’m trying to concentrate” he said before continuing “Our lifestyles be close captioned addicted to fatal attractions, pictures of actions be played back in the midst of…the midst of… mashin?

“Yeah, it’s mashin’” Sana laughed “Best rapper of the squad huh?”

“I know the lyrics, I just can’t concentrate with you laughing at me”
“And why do you think I’m laughing?” Sana said

“Wow, thanks, okay fine…I’ll see you…here I am trying to impress you with your favorite rapper and you treat me this way…cool Sana, just cool” he said as he took a few steps backwards towards

“Aw you were trying to impress me?”

“Don’t aww at me” he said pointing at her “I get awkward”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry” she said raising her hands

He squinted at her but then he laughed.

“See you later Sana”

“See you later Tupac”

The girls were sitting the couches when Sana entered the cabin. They were all talking about something very excited.

“What is going on here?” Sana asked

“Omg Sana! Where were you?! You’ve missed it!” Vilde said excited

Sana frowned and sat next to Chris.

“I was going for a walk with Yousef” Sana explained

“You too?! Everyone is getting together!” Eva exclaimed

“What? I’m not with Yousef…wait, what do you mean everyone is getting together? What happened?”

“Noora kissed Elias!” Vilde said

“And Chris kissed Mutta”

Sana widened her eyes and looked from one girl to another

“You are with my brother?!” she asked Noora first

“Well…yeah…kind of…I mean we kissed and then we held hands and he’s so sweet and…”

“Oh my god yes, finally!!” Sana stood up and hugged her friend, then she turned to look at Chris “And you, you go girl! Mutta is such a great guy! I’m so happy for you”

This time she went back to her place and hugged Chris

“What can I say? The boy couldn’t resist the temptation” Chris said winking at her

“Okay so what about you and Yousef?” Noora asked

“Nothing, we just went for a walk, that’s all.”

“Oh come on Sana! When are you going to take the final step”

“It’s not that easy…I just I get super awkward when I’m around him” Sana said

“You? You get super awkward? Have you seen him around you?” Noora laughed

“Hey, he’s not awkward he’s…cute” Sana said biting her lip

“Aw, everyone is finding their someone special except me” Vilde said with a sad face

“Don’t worry Vilde, we don’t need a man” Eva said placing her arm around her

Sana looked at them and smirked, there was so much truth in those words.


The sun had already set and they had already had dinner. Now they were all sitting around a campfire. The boys had spent 15 minutes trying to light up the flame, eventually Sana was the one that managed to make it work.

“Let’s play a game!” Vilde suggested “Let’s play Never have I ever”

“Vilde, we don’t drink” Elias said

“Me neither” Noora added

“And you know I don’t either” Sana said

“Well, you don’t have to drink drink, you can drink juice or water or something, the rest of us will drink. Come on it’s just for the fun” Vilde insisted

“Okay, fine, guys?” Sana asked the boys

“Game on” Elias said

“Everyone knows the rules right? Someone says never have I ever and say something and if any of you have done that you have to take a sip from your drink” Eva explained just in case

“Let’s play, let’s play!” Vilde said excited

“I’ll start…never have I ever…cheated on an exam” Noora said

Everyone except Yousef and Sana, who were sitting next to each other, drank.

“Oh boring!” Elias shouted at them

“Smart, not boring” Sana corrected him

“Okay my turn” Eva said “Never have I ever…been in love with my best friend’s sister”

Eva looked straight at Yousef while she said it, she really was rooting for him and Sana and well, it was kind of fun too.

Yousef chuckled and shook his head. He looked at Sana who was looking at him expectantly. He hit his cup against Sana’s and took a sip while looking at her from the corner of his eyes. Sana bit her lip and blushed looking at the floor.

“Never have I ever…” Adam started “been in love with my brother’s best friend”

Sana glared at him, were they all trying to set them up or what?

This time Sana was the one that hit her cup against Yousef’s before taking a sip as he grinned at her.

“Never have I ever liked someone from here” Elias said looking straight at Noora who was sitting in front of him

Everyone drank laugh and drank for their cups.

“Wait, who do you like?” Eva asked Vilde

“And you?”  Vilde asked her

Sana, who was hearing their conversation took it as an opportunity to talk, maybe it was her time to push them together

“Never have I ever…” she started “been in love with my best friend”

They were all expecting Vilde or Eva to drink, instead, it was Mikael the one who took a sip from his cup.

“Wait, who?” Chris asked

“Isn’t it obvious? It was Even right?” Vilde asked

As is someone had called him, Adam stood up instantly catching everyone’s attention.

“I’m not feeling really good, I think I may have eaten too much,  I’m just going to go back inside” he said

“Wait, want me to go with you?” Mikael offered

“No” he simply said and left

After an awkward silence the game continued.

Eventually Noora and Elias left to take a walk together and so did Chris and Mutta after awhile. Only Mikael, who had been extremely quiet since Adam left, Sana, Yousef, Vilde and Eva were left. The two latter were now pretty drunk, dancing and sporadically kissing.

Sana observed them as Yousef looked at his friend.

It was getting cold and Sana hadn’t thought of bringing a jacket so she started to shiver.

“Are you cold?” Yousef asked her once he noticed

“Yeah, kind of…but it’s fine”

“Here” he said taking his jacket off

“No, no Yousef, you’ll get sick”

“I’ll be fine, seriously, take it”

He placed it around her shoulders and rubbed her arms a little bit trying to make her feel warmer.

“Thanks” she said with a smile

“Hey Sana, can I ask you something about Vilde and Eva?” Yousef asked

“You’re going to ask me if they’re together?”


“Ahh, I wish they were” she sighed “They clearly have a crush on each other, actually I’m pretty sure it’s more than a crush. They’re perfect for each other but they’re too scared to admit their feelings and…come out”

“Yeah…I get what you mean” he said looking at Mikael

“Adam and him?” she asked

Yousef looked at her and nodded

“We know there’s something between them but I don’t even know if they know what that is”

“Guys, I think I’m going to sleep” Mikael said as he stood up

Sana and Yousef nodded and watched him leave.

“It’s so frustrating…I want them to be happy but I can’t really do anything about it, you know?” Yousef said

“I know, it’s the same with me and Vilde and Eva”

Yousef nodded and looked at the fire. Then he remembered something

“Come with me, I need to show you something” he said standing up



Mikael kept turning in his bed, unable to sleep. He shouldn’t have drunk from that stupid cup when Sana made that stupid question. He was just trying to be true to himself and all he had managed was to make Adam leave. He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, it was too dark to see anything but there were some fluorescent stars stickers there that were slightly shining. He was focusing on them when he heard a knock on the door.

“Are you awake? It’s me, Adam”

Mikael’s heart skipped a beat when he heard his voice. He sat on the bed and took a deep breath.

“Come in” he said

He heard the door opening and a steps getting closer.

Adam stood next to Mikael’s bed, he couldn’t really see him but he knew he was sitting.

“I can’t sleep…mind if I join you? It always makes me calmer” Adam said kind of embarrassed

Mikael nodded, then he realized that Adam couldn’t see him so he mumbled a yes and made space for Adam in the bed.

Adam climbed in and lay down on the left side of the bed. Mikael lay next to him. They both were facing the ceiling.

“Those stars…was this Sana’s bedroom?” Adam asked

“Probably…” Mikael said

Then they both laughed and said at the same time

“Definitely Elias’”

Adam moved closer to Mikael, their arms brushing.

“I’m sorry I left like that” Adam whispered

“Why did you?”

“I was…I am scared”

“Scared of what?” Mikael asked confused

“Mikael…now that Even is back in the squad…I’m scared you and I…I mean…you two were the best of friends, the closest ones, you were always together. After he left you and me got closer and now that he’s back…I’m afraid I’m going to be replaced”

“Adam…Even and I were best friends and eventually we’ll probably be that again…but you , you’re different, you’re special”

Adam put his arm around Mikael’s shoulder bringing him close. Mikael rested his hand on Adam’s chest and buried his face on his neck

“That question…Sana’s question…” Adam said hesitantly “I should’ve drunk…because I am in love with my best friend”

He felt Mikael chuckle against his neck

“Good, ‘cause I am too” Mikael whispered in his ear pressing a soft kiss on his jaw.

Adam sighed in relief and hugged Mikael tighter, kissing the top of his head before resting his chin there.


“Eva, I think I’m super drunk” Vilde said as she laid on the grass next to Eva.

“I’m drunk too” Eva laughed

Vilde turned to face her and so did Eva. The blonde smiled and leaned in to kiss her friend like she had done so many times.

“Why does it feel nicer when I kiss you than when I kiss boys?” Vilde wondered

“Because I’m a super good kisser” Eva joked

“Eva…I’m serious…or I’m trying to be serious”

“Vilde…I don’t really know” Eva whispered as she brushed Vilde’s hair of her face “All I know is that I feel so good when I’m with you and I don’t want it to change”

“And what if it changed for the better?” Vilde asked

“You really think so?”

“I don’t know…maybe I’m just too drunk…”


“Or maybe not…”

“Come here” Eva said as she wrapped her arm around Vilde bringing her close “I don’t want to ruin our friendship”

“Me neither” Vilde said

“You’re the prettiest girl I know, you know that?” Eva said “And not only on the outside”

“I love you Eva” Vilde said as she planted a kiss on Eva’s lips.

“And I love you Vilde”

“Someday?” Vilde asked

“Someday” Eva agreed


“Wow, this certainly has changed” Sana said as they entered the guys’ cabin

“Yeah, but not everything is changed, come with me” Yousef said as he guided her upstairs until they reached the attic “Ready to see your old bedroom?”

“Yes” Sana nodded

Yousef opened the door and turned the lights on. Sana looked around, everything was changed. The walls were painted in a different color, the furniture was definitely new, even the curtains were different. She couldn’t help but feeling disappointed

“Everything’s changed” Sana sighed

“Again, not everything”  Yousef said with a smile as he leaned against the door “Look here”

Sana frowned at him but approached him. He pointed with his finger at the door frame. It took Sana a moment to realize what he was showing her.

“As soon as I came back from our walk I checked it, they’re still here Sana, the evolution of your height along the years” he said smiling “I have to say that you were quite a short girl”

“Shut up” she said slapping him in the arm playfully

“Let’s see how much you’ve grown up”


He showed her a pencil he had on his hand and raised an eyebrow at her

“You want to measure me?”

“Why not?”

She bit her lip and thought about it for a moment.

“Okay, let’s do it”

She stood against the door frame as he approached her. He leaned in and draw a line on the wood right above her head. Sana looked up at him, his face was only a few inches apart from her. Once the mark was made Yousef looked down at Sana and saw her staring back at him. He wetted his lips and swallowed

“Sana” he whispered “Can I ask you something?”

She just nodded

“That question…about being in love with your brother’s friend…who did you mean? And please don’t say Stephen Curry”

“You really need to ask?”

“I want to hear it from you”

“It was you, Yousef” she said biting her lip “I’m in love with you”

Yousef’s face lit up with her words.

“I’d ask you who did you mean when you drank but I don’t think Mutta, Adam or Mikael have a sister…” she said playfully

“I’m in love with you” he simply said

“Good” she said smiling widely

“Now what?” he asked

“Now…how about we take our own advice and take a step forward?” she said reaching his hand and intertwining their fingers

“You mean I can take you out on a date?” he squeezed her hand slightly

“I mean you better take me out on a date”


It was time to leave.

They were waiting for the bus to arrive, their stuff already packed. Sana stood on the grass once again observing their friends.

Elias and Noora were kissing leaning against one of the cabin. They would stop from time to time to look at each other and just smile. It had been awhile since Sana had seen both Noora and Elias so happy.

Chris and Mutta were sitting on the stairs of the cabin’s entrance talking and laughing about whatever random thing. Sana adored the way Mutta looked at Chris, he really seemed to care about her and Chris, she deserved the best of the world.

Vilde and Eva were sitting on the grass, Eva’s arm around Vilde’s shoulder, talking to Mikael who was also sitting on the grass holding Adam’s hand. Those two couples may not be that, a couple, yet, but they were going in the right direction. They’d make it work, she was sure of that.


“Best trip ever” Yousef whispered in her ear startling her a bit

She turned around and looked at him. He was smiling from ear to ear and she couldn’t help but do the same.

“Best trip ever” she agreed.


This is it!!

I really hope you’ve liked it!!

Thank you so much for reading!!♥♥

(The song Yousef tried to sing is Smile by Tupac)

Darling, What Did You Expect? (Zach Mitchell X Reader)

Fandom: Jurassic World
Pairing: Zach Mitchell X Reader
Word Count: 4,311
Prompt(s): Zach is 18 and the reader is 2 years older and he has a giant crush on her, but she has the kind of mindset that anyone younger than her is still a kid. He tries to prove her wrong. I was thinking there could be awkward parts for laughs and fluff + Maybe a love/hate relationship kind of thing with Zach from Jurassic World? Cause I feel like he’d be really good at antagonizing people haha.
Sorry I didn’t follow them exactly, but I hope you like this, nonnies!!  <333
Author’s Note: I like to imagine that in the film, Gray is like eleven and Zach is like sixteen, and in this, Gray is thirteen and Zach is eighteen!!  (:  Also I have this headcanon that Zach listens to Fall Out Boy??? And also that Gray is 100% a band kid.  ((:

“Your name is Gray, right?” You asked, walking up to the boy and raising an eyebrow.

He nodded as he put away his trombone.

“I just wanted to say that you did a really good job today.” You leaned slightly closer and lowered your voice conspiratorially. “Don’t tell anyone, but you’re a lot better than most of the eighth graders I’ve taught.”

Gray chuckled, and you smiled.

“Do you take lessons, or are you just naturally gifted?” You didn’t want to hold the kid back, but band was sixth period and you didn’t think his parent was here to pick him up yet.

“Naturally gifted.” He said sheepishly. You grinned.

“Naturally gifted people are often the best musicians.” You frowned at him after a moment. “Lucky duck. I play violin, and it took me three years to get even kind of good at it. Anyways,” You started, swiping your purse off your desk and slinging it over your shoulder. “I should let you go.” You looked out the window of the band room. “Your parent is probably here.”

Gray shook his head immediately. “My parents are divorced, so I’m staying with my mom right now, but she’s at work and needed my brother to pick me up. I’m pretty sure he’s going to forget.”

You rolled your eyes. “Brothers are the worst. I’ll wait outside with you, if you want?” Gray nodded enthusiastically, and you followed him out of the room, locking the door on your way out.

You sat on the steps leading up to the school, and you chatted more about Gray’s taste in music and what instruments he’d like to play in the future while you waited for his brother to show up.


An hour later, and Gray’s brother still hadn’t shown up. You glanced at your watch and huffed at the time, climbing to your feet.

“Okay, your brother officially sucks.” You said and offered Gray a hand to help him up. “Can I drive you home? I don’t think your brother’s gonna show up anytime soon.”

He seemed to contemplate it for a moment before nodding. “Sure.”

You grinned. “Awesome! I can show you this great band in the car. You ever heard of Fall Out Boy?”

“I think my brother listens to them, but I don’t think I’ve ever actually heard one of their songs.”

“Your brother has good taste in music, I’ll give him that. No, but seriously, they’re amazing.” You said enthusiastically as you unlocked the doors to a __f/c__, vintage Volkswagen Beetle. You slid into the front seat while Gray climbed into the passenger seat, and before you even buckled up, you fiddled with the CD player that you had gotten installed in your car and pressed play.

Instantly, the sound of Fall Out Boy’s Young Volcanoes filled the air, and you couldn’t help but sing along as you started to drive. Gray wrinkled his eyebrows together in confusion as you drove, and it wasn’t until you pulled up at the grocery store that you realized you hadn’t told him where you were going.

“Oh, god, I’m sorry! I figured you’d be hungry and since your brother is kind of a jerk I wanted to treat you to some ice cream or something. We don’t have to though, I just thought it’d be fun.”

Gray was already getting out of the car, beaming at you excitedly. “That sounds awesome! You are the best substitute teacher ever.”

You grinned back as you pulled the keys out of the ignition and stuffed them in your purse, following Gray into the store.

“Pick out whatever you want, kiddo.”


Thirty minutes and almost fifty dollars later (believe it or not, only fifteen of those were spent on things purposely chosen by Gray, the other thirty five was spent on stuff that you wanted Gray to try and a Fall Out Boy CD so he didn’t need to borrow his brother’s), you were back in your car, both licking ice cream cones that were quickly melting.

“Okay, so, how do I get to your house?” You asked as you started your car while simultaneously trying not to drop your ice cream.

Gray gave you directions, and in no time, you were pulling into the driveway of a cute, suburban house. You parked your car and hopped out, carrying the bag of stuff for Gray and walking up to the front door.

You pounded on it with more force than necessary (but seriously, who leaves their thirteen year old brother alone at school for an hour and a half?), and you blinked in surprise several times when a shirtless guy opened the door. He had a towel haphazardly tied around his waist, water dripping from his hair, and a confused tilt to his lips that was kind of adorable.

Basically, he looked like a model for Abercrombie and Fitch and god damn it assholes were not allowed to be hot!

“Do I know you?” Gray’s brother asked, and made no move to adjust the towel that was hanging ridiculously low on his hips.

You shook your head. “You don’t know me, but you do know Gray. You know, your brother? Who you were supposed to pick up? School ended an hour and a half ago.” You gestured at the sandy-blonde haired boy to your left.

He waved, and Gray’s hot brother smacked a hand to his forehead. “Oh my god, Gray, I’m so sorry. I completely forgot.”

Gray shrugged. “It’s fine.” He turned to look at you and grinned before throwing his arms around you, surprising both you and his brother. “Ms. __l/n__ gave me a ride home.”

You smiled at him as he pulled away. “It’s __y/n__, Gray. Ms. __l/n__ makes me feel old.”

“How old are you, exactly?” Gray’s brother chimed in, and you turned to look at him.

“Too old for you.” You answered and ruffled Gray’s hair before walking back to your car. Zach’s mouth had fallen open at your response, and Gray carefully leaned up and shut it.

“Don’t wanna catch flies, do you?” He said, and chuckled to himself at the affronted look on Zach’s face.

“Whose side are you on?”

“The side of the person who gave me a ride home.” Gray said simply, looking down at his bag of new stuff excitedly. You were the coolest teacher ever.

“See you around, Gray.” You called out to the younger Mitchell brother, waving at him as you drove away.

“…Was she listening to Fall Out Boy?” Zach asked, looking at his little brother in surprise.


“Woah.” Zach said.

You were kind of ridiculously awesome (and hot), and Zach found himself hoping that he could see you again.


“You want me to stay?” Your week of being a substitute teacher for Gray’s band class was almost over, but the principal had called you to her office and offered you a full time position. They had been trying, and failing, to locate a full-time band teacher, and all the kids loved you, so they thought they’d at least see if you were interested in the position.

You thought about it for a moment.

You had never really liked being a substitute, most kids were brats, and music was the one thing you were actually trained in. Maybe being a real teacher would be fun.

“Okay.” You said, and the principal grinned.

“Great! We’ll see you on Monday, then.”


“How would you guys feel about doing a play?” You asked, three weeks later. You had decorated your classroom now, and it was filled with posters for bands and musicals and in your opinion, it looked awesome.

“Depends on the type of play, I guess.” A girl with a pixie cut piped up from behind her flute.

“A musical, of course.”

You heard murmurs from your class, and most of them seemed to like the idea.

“I was thinking we could do The Little Mermaid. There’s plenty of roles for everyone, and you guys can totally show off your talents by playing the music. I’d need to teach you a couple of dances, but I think it could be fun.” You said, shrugging.

“I’m in.” Gray, who had become your star pupil, added, and you grinned.

“Awesome! I kind of already approved it with the school, so,” You grabbed a giant notepad from behind your desk and propped it up on a music stand. “I took the liberty of drafting up a list of characters, we can add more, of course, but these are just the main ones, so, yeah. Who wants to be Ariel?”

You were expecting people to be fighting over the role, so you were surprised when no one raised their hand.

“No one, really? She’s so fun to play!” Still, no one volunteered, so you went onto the next role. “The Prince?” A couple people whispered to each other, but no one volunteered for that either.

You went through the rest of the cast list easily, and when everyone that wanted a role got one, you looked back at the notepad and sighed. You still needed an Ariel and a prince. It appeared that none of your students wanted to play the leads (you couldn’t blame them; you had played Sandy in a play in high school and you were shaking pretty much the whole time), so you were going to have to find someone else to do it.


When school got out, you kept Gray behind. “Hey, Gray, are you sure you don’t want to be the prince? I think you could do a really good job with it.”

He shook his head. “I’m really happy with Flounder, actually, sorry.” Gray looked you up and down. “Why don’t you play Ariel?”

“What? No. I can’t! I need to direct the play and conduct you guys during the really intense musical parts.”

“I’m pretty sure you can do that and still play Ariel.” Gray pointed out. “Why not? Your voice is awesome, and you’d probably do the part better than any of us could.”

“I mean, I guess I could. I already know all of the songs but I still need someone to play the prince.”

“Leave that to me.” Gray said, and you did not trust the mischievous smile that stretched across his lips.

“Gray,” You started, but Gray didn’t let you finish.

“I’ve got this! Trust me!” He called out over his shoulder as he bounded out of the room.


“Do you remember my teacher that you’re madly in love with?” Gray asked, stepping into Zach’s room without knocking.

Zach rolled his eyes as he took off his headphones. “I was not madly in love with her.” Zach objected, and Gray shrugged.

“Sure you weren’t. Anyways, we’re doing a concert/play thing for The Little Mermaid in band and she’s going to play Ariel, but she needs a prince.”

“Okay.” Zach said, waiting for Gray to continue.

When Gray said nothing but continued to stare at him, Zach blinked in surprise.

“Me? You think I should be the prince?”

“Yeah! You obviously like her, and you’d get to kiss her for the play.”

Zach narrowed his eyes at Gray. “First off, why are you helping me?”

Gray shrugged. “I think she liked you too. And she’s super awesome, and you’re kind of a jerk sometimes, but you’re pretty awesome too, and you both deserve to date somebody awesome.”

Zach smiled and ruffled Gray’s hair affectionately. “Secondly, I can’t act.”

“It’s a play for a middle school class, none of us are professional actors. Actually,” Gray said, furrowing his eyebrows. “I think __y/n__ might be.”


Gray didn’t respond, but he did climb over Zach, go to YouTube on Zach’s computer, and hastily type in “__y/n__ __l/n__ The Little Mermaid”. It brought up at least a dozen videos, and Gray clicked on one that showed a picture of a slightly younger you on a stage.

You were dressed in a __f/c__ clamshell bra, a __f/c__, sparkly, mermaid tail, and a deep red wig that actually looked pretty amazing on you. You were sitting on a rock, and as soon as Gray clicked play and Zach unhooked his headphones, your voice filled the air.

You were singing Part of Your World, and while Gray was impressed, Zach was mesmerized. If Zach thought he had a crush on you before, it was nothing compared to seeing you looking so at home.

Even though you weren’t smiling, there was a small twinkle in your eyes that let Zach know that you were happy. You were meant to be on stage.

Zach wondered vaguely why you had given up acting, but he didn’t get to voice his thoughts because Gray beat him to it.

“I wonder why she started teaching. She looks so much happier on stage.”

Zach nodded in agreement, and after watching the video for a moment longer, he spoke. “I’m in, by the way. Tell __y/n__ that I’d love to do the play if she lets me.”

Gray grinned. “I’ll tell her tomorrow.”


“What?” You asked in disbelief. “You want your brother to play the prince?”

Gray nodded. “Zach’s only a little younger than you, so it’d wouldn’t be illegal or anything for you to kiss him during the kissing scene.” Gray assured you, and you fought the urge to ruffle his hair. Gray was too adorable for words sometimes.

“How old is your brother?”


You gnawed on your lip thoughtfully. You were twenty, almost twenty one, actually, and the idea of kissing a teenager, even one as attractive as Gray’s brother, just felt wrong. You knew it was only two years, but he was still a teenager and you were an adult. It would just be weird.

Your mind flashed back to Gray’s brother’s stupid little smirk when he caught you looking at his abs, and then to his abs. Damn. The sight had practically ingrained itself into your mind.

“Okay.” You said after a moment of silence. “He can play the prince. We’re going to meet after school on Wednesdays and Thursdays for practice, let him know?”

Gray’s grin was infectious. “I will.”


“You’re late, Mr. Mitchell.” You chastised, tapping your watch as he walked onto the stage and took a seat next to Gray.

“Sorry, __y/n__, it won’t happen again.”

“It had better not. And it’s Ms. __l/n__ to you.” You responded, and you could hear a light “Ooooh” spread throughout your students. You always encouraged everyone to call you __y/n__, so it was odd to hear you asking someone to call you by your last name.

“Yes, ma'am.” Zach said easily, leaning back on his hands and looking up at you as you ran through your notes for the practice. He didn’t think he was imagining the slight blush that dusted your cheeks for the first five minutes of the meeting.


A month later, and Zach was just as unbearably attractive as before.

You, Gray, and Zach were the only ones who had showed up for practice on this particular Wednesday (you thought Gray might’ve had something to do with it as he had mysteriously disappeared to the bathroom twenty minutes ago), and Zach was becoming way too good of an actor. You were in the middle of practicing the Kiss the Girl scene (you had to play the song off your phone since no one had showed up, traitors), and it was awful.

It involved a lot of Zach looking at you longingly and you pretending not to notice, and you knew he was too young for you but you were finding it seriously hard not to kiss him.

The music swelled in the air, and you fiddled with your hair and looked over at Zach, and you had to pretend to be surprised to find him staring at you. You straightened up and smiled at him, and you both leaned in, before Zach leaned back away and pretended to focus on his rowing. You forced a pout onto your face, and after a moment of just letting the music play, Zach as Prince Eric spoke.

“I feel really bad not knowing your name,” He said and smiled at you, and god why did your heart feel like it was going to pound right out of your chest??? “Maybe I can guess.”

You nodded at him hopefully.

“Is it, ah, Mildred?” You made a face and shook your head. Zach chuckled, and fucking hell why did he have such a cute laugh? “Okay, no. How about Dianna?” You shook your head again. “Rachel?”

“Ariel, her name is Ariel.” Sebastian’s voice came floating out of your phone, and Zach pretended to contemplate that for a moment.

“Ariel?” He tried again, and you nodded, grabbing his hand excitedly. “That’s kinda pretty. Okay. Ariel.” Zach said and smiled at you.

Your hands were locked together now (you couldn’t help but notice just how nice it felt to hold his hands), and the music increased in volume as you and Zach pretended to float on a boat.

You and Zach both leaned towards each other, slowly letting your faces get closer. You both puckered your lips, and you watched Zach’s eyes slip closed. You knew you were supposed to do the same thing, but as you leaned forward and the music continued to play, you just couldn’t do it. There was nothing to stop you from kissing; at this part in the play, someone was supposed to be rocking your boat but A) you hadn’t finished making the boat yet and B) there was no one there to rock the boat. You could kiss Zach, no one would know, but instead, when Zach’s face was only centimeters from yours, you turned your head to the side.

Zach’s lips brushed your cheek, and his eyes flicked open, revealing the hurt in them. You looked away immediately, grabbed your phone, and climbed to your feet. You paused the music and stuffed it in the pocket of your sweater, frowning at the confused expression on Zach’s face.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” You said, waving at him and dashing from the room.

The moment you were gone, Zach groaned and pressed his face into his hands. He should’ve known that Gray’s plan wouldn’t work. You were mature and beautiful and you had a job, and Zach was just an unemployed kid who still lived with his parents.

Zach’s crush on you had only grown in the month that he had really gotten to know you, and he wanted to kiss you more than he had wanted anything in his life.  

“How’d it go?” Gray asked, stepping into the room and frowning when he saw the melancholy expression on his older brother’s face. “Dang. I really thought that would work.”

“Thanks for trying, little bro, but I don’t think she likes me.” Zach sighed. “I’ll just…” Zach groaned again, burying his face into his knees. How could he show his face around you now? If you hadn’t known before that he liked you, you did now. And you would almost certainly start treating him like the child you thought he was and fuck just thinking about it made his heart ache.

“She does.” Gray insisted, rubbing his brother’s shoulder comfortingly. “I just need to get her to admit it.”


The next month of practices were brutal. An awkward sort of tension had blossomed between you and Zach, and, of course, your students noticed. They didn’t comment on it, but you knew that they felt it.

Hell, you were pretty sure that the janitor who had wandered into the band room to clean one Thursday had felt it.

And it was killing you. You and Zach had developed a sort of love/hate relationship. He’d tease you, and you’d sass him right back, but now, Zach rarely spoke during practice unless he had a line. Even then, he could rarely look you in the eye.

You held him back one day after practice to try and figure out what had happened. You knew it had something to do with the Kiss the Girl incident, but you thought that he had understood why you couldn’t kiss him.

“What’s wrong, Zach?” You asked, genuine concern bleeding through your tone. You were worried. Zach had lost all of the passion he had developed for acting.

He shook his head, ducking his face away from your gaze. “Nothing.”

“Bullshit.” You rarely swore, so the sudden curse made him tilt his head up to look at you in surprise. “You hate me for not kissing you, don’t you? I’m sorry. I can’t kiss you. If I kiss you, I’m not going to be able to stop and you’re still just a teenager and you’re just too young for me and-”

Zach interrupted your rambling by pressing a finger to your lips. “Go back for a minute, please?” There was a ghost of the smile that you had loved and missed so much resting on his face, and it made your heart somersault.

 "I can’t kiss you before the play starts or I’ll never want to stop. I like you, okay? But I’m almost three years older than you and normally that wouldn’t bother me but you’re still a teenager, damn it, and I teach teenagers, Zach! What do you want me to do?“

Zach’s face was suddenly right near yours, and his brown eyes were staring into your __e/c__ ones with an intensity that surprised you. "I want you to kiss me.”

You gaped at him for a moment. “Zach, I literally just told you why I can’t do that.”

Please.” The way he said please made you feel like someone had just ripped your heart in two, so without thinking about the consequences, you surged forwards and crashed your lips onto his. He responded immediately, his hands flying up to cup your cheeks as he kissed you back eagerly.

He backed you up into a wall, taking control of the kiss, and you gave it to him willingly. Zach nibbled gently on your lower lip, and you opened your mouth obediently, letting his tongue slip into your mouth. You moaned into the kiss when you felt his tongue fight with yours and fisted your hands in his hair, tugging him closer to you. You needed to feel his body against yours.

He came willingly, his body molding and bending against yours as he kissed you deeply. He pulled away after a moment, and you could hear his labored breathing, so similar to your own. You opened your mouth to speak, you didn’t know what you were going to say yet but you were going to come up with something, when his lips attached themselves to your neck. You let out a squeak in surprise before relaxing into the sensation of him licking and nipping and sucking on your throat.

“Zach,” You groaned, reluctantly pulling him away from your skin. “The show is in two days, I can’t have marks.”

Zach smiled at you sheepishly. “Too late.”

“You asshole,” You whined, turning your head to the side and poking lightly at the pale purple flesh. That was going to darken ridiculously, you could tell.

“Sorry. Couldn’t help myself.” He said and pressed another quick kiss to your lips in apology.


The final two rehearsals for the show went swimmingly (pun completely intended) now that the tension between you and Zach had dissipated. Everyone had cheered when you and Zach showed up to rehearsal together, your hands linked and your smiles soft and shy (no one had cheered louder than Gray, though).

Finally, it was opening night for the show, and you were way more nervous than you expected.

“I’m nervous. Why am I nervous?” You asked, obsessively smoothing out your tail. Zach caught your hands in his and brought you into a soothing kiss.

“I don’t know. Why are you nervous? You’ve done this play like a dozen times.”

“I know, but-wait, how’d you know that?” You looked at your boyfriend in confusion. “I didn’t tell you about that yet.”

“Gray figured it out and he showed me one of the videos. You were amazing, by the way. But I bet you’re gonna do even better tonight.”

You arched an eyebrow. “Oh? And why’s that?”

“Because I’m your prince and sparks fly whenever we’re around each other.”

You snorted. “That was cheesy as hell.”

Zach grinned. “I know. But you’re not freaking out anymore, so I must’ve done something right.”

You seemed to contemplate it for a moment before leaning up and kissing him sweetly. “You’ve done everything right.” You looked at your neck to make sure that the mark Zach had left on you was completely covered up with makeup. You didn’t need the parents of your students to see your hickey.

“It’s covered, don’t worry.” Zach said, and you knew he was bummed out about it. He liked seeing the mark on you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, catching him in a quick embrace that surprised him until you spoke, your voice a low whisper in his ear. “I’ll let you leave as many marks as you want once the show’s over, okay?”

Zach smiled. “Can’t wait.”


The show went amazingly, all your band kids nailed their musical numbers and all your actors were incredible. Ticket sales were so high that the principal requested you do one more week of performances, which all your students happily agreed to (Zach was not so enthusiastic about that).

When the final performance ended, Zach dragged you into your makeshift dressing room and pinned you to the wall before everyone had even vacated the auditorium.

Needless to say, by the time you drove to your apartment, there were half a dozen fresh love bites littering your neck.

End.  <3

anonymous asked:

Hey faiza! Do you have some more yousef x mikael hc's ?👀


When do I never?!

- So, we know Mikael loves to film, just like Even, so somedays, he’ll whip out his camera and start interviewing Yousef, asking him questions like “Habibi, who do you love the mostest?” and Yousef just glares at him at first, because he’s playing Fifa and he HATES to be disturbed, and he knows that Mikael knows this too, so on purpose, Yousef says “Cristiano Ronaldo”, before plastering on a wide grin, that he knows will annoy Mikael even further. Mikael just huffs dramatically and switches the screen off from the main switchboard and raises his eyebrow at Yousef. Give it just ONE moment, and in the next, Yousef is LITERALLY tackling Mikael onto the ground, holding him down and tickling him in all his weak places that Yousef knows by heart. And then, Yousef sees Mikael smiling and laughing, the sound filling the entire room, and he brings his face closer to Mikael’s, and whispers, in contrast, “Nah. I love you the mostest”, kissing him sweetly and slowly between the words.

- Yousef’s always the early riser, the one who gets up early, cracks all his bones, his spine, neck, knuckles. And Mikael HATES that sound, because it always causes him to wake up earlier than he needs to. But when he does wake up, its to a sight of a shirtless Yousef doing press ups on the floor next to the bed, below, the sunlight glistening off his skin that’s coming through the half open curtains. And once Yousef’s done with his press ups, Mikael takes Yousef’s hand and pulls him down on top of him on the bed, and they spend the next 20 minutes making out: their own little way of saying Subbah ul Khair (good morning) to each other.

- They have this thing where, Yousef, no matter what, will never ever look at the camera when they’re taking selfies. “Why should I waste any more seconds of my life needing to look at the camera, when I could be looking at you?” And Yousef LOVES the way Mikael has to look away, duck his head out of shyness when he says that to him. And Yousef LOVES the way he gets Mikael to look at him again, by calling him “my little Aladdin.” “So does that make you Jasmine then?” “I can be your Jasmine. I can be whatever you’d like.”

- And that’s one thing Yousef always does, he asks Mikael, he tells Mikael, that everything can be however Mikael would like it to be. And it makes Mikael feel so, so safe.

- Their hugs are … ugh. Soft whispers in ears, and Mikael’s fingers clutching onto Yousef’s shirt, and Yousef’s fingers in Mikael’s hair, soothing Mikael. He melts into Yousef’s touch. Inhales his scent in. And Yousef holds him a little morr tighter still, and says “I’ve got you.”

- Mikael loves to hold Yousef’s hand. He loves to explore it. Trace his finger around Yousef’s palm, then the back of his hand, over his knuckles. He takes his time doing it, studiously, meticulously. And on the days Yousef is feeling restless, watching Mikael do that instantly calms him.

- Whenever they use the word “Insha'allah”, they can’t help but smirk at one another, because “Insha'allah” is their “I hope its always gonna be you and me in this life.”

- They have this kind of love that … doesn’t need to be expressed with grand gestures. That’s not them. They’re the ones who like it quiet, small, simple. The kind that’s like “Let me buy an extra box of these sweets for him, because he loves them,” or “let’s just snuggle on the sofa tonight and share a blanket and maybe - no - most definitely, kiss.”

- They’re both so supportive of one another?? Yousef, when it comes to Mikael and media, and Mikael, when it comes to Yousef and sports. They encourage each other so so so much.

- Mikael gives the BEST massages, especially after Yousef’s had a match and they’ve won with him scoring the winning goal, but he’s tired and all he wants to do is go home with his boyfriend, who no doubt will prepare a bath for him and give him a massage that just … soothes everything.

- Yousef loves it when Mikael wears his glasses whilst he’s working. It’s just … really fucking hot, okay? And so its not Yousef’s fault when he comes behind Mikael and wraps his arms around his waist from the back and spins him around and holds him even more closer and runs the tip of his nose along Mikael’s cheek and then ghosts his lips just over Mikael’s and tells him “Wallah, Allah must have spent extra time, personally making you for me.” And Mikael closes that small little gap and kisses him, so deeply.

- They have a few nicknames for another, like “Aladdin and Jasmine” and “Baby Boy and Habibi” etc, but they both love calling each other by their names, Mikael and Yousef. And Mikael never misses the oppurtunity to tell Yousef that if the Prophet Yousef was the most beautiful man to ever live, then he’s the most luckiest guy to have his own Yousef.

Bechloe One-Shot

Bechloe’s daughter brings her boyfriend home for the first time!

Thanks for this awesome one-shot prompt. Enjoy!


Daniel stood nervously on the doorstep of the large house. 6ft 3in tall, well built and toned, tanned with shaggy blonde hair, he perfectly epitomised the ‘surfer dude’ look. Yet his legs trembled slightly and he could feel his heart hammering away against his chest. Today was a big deal. This moment was a big deal. What if they hated him? He wasn’t a bad guy. Far from it. 

But he’d been in a very unfortunate situation last month when his girlfriend had been on the phone to her Mother and he hadn’t realised, so had snuck behind her, shirtless, and wrapped his strong arms around his girlfriend’s waist. He’d then begun deeply kissing and nibbling her neck, whispering things into her ear. Things that no mother should have to hear her daughter’s other half say.

Daniel felt his right hand being squeezed by his girlfriend’s hand - her dominant left hand - and he looked down to his right, his pale blue eyes meeting a pair of deep blue eyes. The eyes that had immediately drawn him in the moment he had first seen them. The blue eyes that felt like home, such were the two years that he had known and stared into them. 

“You okay?” he heard Lara whisper to him, her dark eyebrows raised as she looked at him in concern. But he put on a brave face. For her. Because today wasn’t just a big deal for him. It was a big deal for her too. Introducing your other half to your family was scary. He knew, because his mother had invited Lara to spend last Christmas with them, which Lara had happily obliged.

Ah, yeah, that was another reason why Daniel was nervous. Because he was probably in her Mom’s bad-books for taking her daughter away from them for Christmas until New Years. Lara had mentioned on several occasions just how crazy her Mom got when it came to getting into the Christmas spirit. And she sure as hell got crazy last Christmas, when Lara had tentatively revealed that she wouldn’t be popping home during her short vacation from work.

Daniel swallowed loudly as the front door of the large house swung open and on the other side of the threshold stood a woman he recognised from the many, many photos Lara had stuck up around her apartment. He also recognised her from TV, but Daniel refused to acknowledge that fact. Because at the end of the day, the woman who stood before them with fiery red hair was more than TV royalty. She was his girlfriend’s Mom.  

“Lara!” The woman exclaimed excitably, immediately diving forward and enveloping her eldest daughter in a warm, tight hug. “Oh it’s so wonderful to see you sweetheart. I’ve missed you so much!”

Daniel found himself smiling as he identified just how similar to her Mom Lara was. She had none of her features but all of her bubbly personality. Lara had told him quite early on in their relationship that her Mom had carried her, but that she had been the result of IVF treatment.

“And you must be Daniel!” The redhead cried out, stepping away from her daughter and immediately reaching up to pull him into a welcoming hug. “My goodness aren’t you tall! And so handsome!”

Daniel felt a wave of relief rush over his body at her greeting as he bend down and patted the older woman politely on the back. Maybe she wasn’t so mad with him about Christmas. He looked up while Lara’s Mom continued to hold him, while complimenting him to her daughter.

The young man felt his stomach knot as his eyes caught a pair of stormy blue eyes, belonging to a petite woman who had reached the bottom of the grand staircase behind the redhead. The fifty year old had a face like thunder and Daniel immediately felt terrified.

Lara had pre-warned him she’d be like this. Because this was her mother. Fiercely protective of Lara and her two younger brothers, Beca Mitchell took no shit from anyone, the curse of working for so long within an industry renowned for hard-talk and stubborn decision-making. Beca Mitchell was the music industry’s leading music producer. She had toured the world in her 30s, DJ-ing at some of the most prestigious venues around, often taking her wife and young Lara along with her too, if her wife wasn’t filming a new show.

Now the couple resided in LA, in the large home they had bought years ago and insisted remaining in for continuity purposes. Because this had been the home Lara and her brothers had been born in and grown up in. This was her home.

“Ma, this is Daniel…” Lara said, nerves evident in her tone, and Daniel gulped as the older woman looked him up and down. She did not approve. He could tell she didn’t. It was the way she squinted at him, as though trying to read his thoughts. And it made him uncomfortable. He knew why she hated him. It had been that time she’d Facetime’d her daughter from LA and he hadn’t realised so had started to get a little frisky with Lara, and Beca had heard too much. Way too much.

The tall man sucked in his breath and stuck his hand out with the intention of shaking Beca’s hand. But the woman simply stared at it, her brow furrowed.

“Sweetheart” Daniel noticed Lara’s Mom smooth the palm of her hand across the small of Beca’s back, resting it there as she looked at her wife, her tone firm but kind, “be nice.”


The twenty two year old’s voice seemed to reach the mother’s ears and help her snap back to reality. Daniel wondered if Beca had been imagining what it was like to kill him. She was that protective of her only daughter.

“Good to meet you properly Daniel.” The older brunette said, reluctantly reaching out and shaking the young man’s hand. Daniel tried not to wince, her small hand gripping his like a vice, clearly on purpose. There was no smile on her face. No sparkle in her eye. No matter how much Lara looked like Beca - and every bit of Lara looked like her mother; from her brown hair and eyebrows, to her deep blue eyes and small lips, petite frame and small hips - she had the sparkling, bubbly, enthusiastic personality of her Mom.

Chloe Mitchell - ‘Chloe Beale’ in the TV world - was everything Daniel had imagined her to be. She was exactly how she seemed during TV interviews, except at this moment in time she only had eyes for her eldest child, who she looked at adoringly. Lara had informed him that while she was close to her Mama, she had a bond with her Mom that was far greater than any bond she had with anyone else. She speculated that it could be due to the fact that her Mom had given birth to her, and hadn’t left her side for essentially the first five years of her life.

“There…that wasn’t awkward at all…” Lara said sarcastically under her breath as Daniel took his hand back and stuffed it into the back pocket of his pants. He saw Chloe give them a reassuring wink and kind smile as her wife returned to her side.

“Right,” Chloe said airily, “lunch is almost ready…” And the woman turned to her left and began slowly leading the way through to the huge kitchen that lay at the back of the house. Daniel felt his girlfriend drop his hand as she strode forward to walk alongside her Mom, who wrapped her arm around her daughter’s shoulders, pulling her into her side as Lara snaked her arm around Chloe’s waist. And they both whispered excitably about how much Chloe already liked Lara’s boyfriend.

Before Daniel could get much further than over the threshold though, he felt a cold hand wrap itself around his forearm. The young man was tugged to a stop and he turned to see that the owner of the hand was Lara’s Mother.

Beca looked up at him pointedly, jabbing her finger into his chest, “Listen to me you little shit,” she hissed aggressively at him under her breath, “I know my daughter loves you but that doesn’t mean I have to like you, kapish?”

Daniel was trembling. He was a good foot taller than this woman but she still scared the hell out of him as she glared up at his face. He could understand why she was doing it though. He remembered reading on Facebook a few years ago about the very messy and public breakup between a one ‘Lara Mitchell’ - daughter of Beca Mitchell and Chloe Beale - and ‘Jordon Grimez’ - teen rapper extraordinaire, who had met when Beca Mitchell had produced the little git’s album.

“If you dare do anything to break her heart, I swear to God I will make your life hell. Understand?”

Daniel held his hands up in defence, “Absolutely.” The brunette squinted at him as though she didn’t believe him and the man was sure that she didn’t. So he continued, “Honestly, Ms Mitchell, I’m really in love with your daughter. I have no intention of ever breaking her heart.”

“Hmm” the older woman said suspiciously.

Fortunately for Daniel, Lara dashed into the hallway, having noticed neither her boyfriend or mother had followed her through to the kitchen. “Everything ok?” She asked in concern.

Daniel turned to look from his girlfriend to his girlfriend’s mother, still unable to believe just how similar the two looked. Beca had a smile on her face for the first time since they had arrived and it surprised him to see the older woman reach out and pull her daughter into a warm, tight hug.

“I’ve missed you so much babe.” The mother said, and the man enjoyed seeing just how happy his girlfriend looked as she squeezed her eyes shut, putting her all into the cuddle.

“I’ve missed you too Mama!” Lara replied, before pulling back and grinning excitably at Beca, “How were the Globes? You guys looked amazing!”

“A total unnecessary farce as usual. But you know what your Mom’s like. We had to go…” the older woman said with a playful eye-roll.

“She did win two awards Ma…”

“I know, I know…” Beca said with a proud grin, and the two women began slowly walking away from the front door, followed almost obediently by Daniel.

Daniel remembered settling down in front of the TV last week with his girlfriend, tuning in to watch the Golden Globes. He still found it bizarre how casual Lara was about seeing her mother’s on TV, at award ceremonies, on the front of magazines, featured on billboards.

Beca was praised multiple times in acceptance speeches at the Grammy’s, Brit’s, and even at the Oscars last year (thought admittedly it had been by Chloe, who had won the award for Best Actress in a Supporting Role, and had burst into tears when she’d explained how Beca had been her greatest supporter throughout the thirty-odd years they had known each other).

Chloe was adored by Hollywood, La-La Land, critics and the general public all over the world. At thirty years old she had shot to fame thanks to a short four-part Netflix series that charted the rise and doomed fall of a musical starlet. Twenty four years on and she was now affectionately deemed TV and Hollywood royalty.

The fame and success didn’t go unnoticed by the paparazzi, and as a consequence the private couple had had many the court battle over the years with newspapers and websites that tried so hard to disrupt their private-lives. Court battles that got messier and more aggressive if their children were involved - so protective the women were of their daughter and two sons.

To meet your girlfriend’s parents for the first time is intimidating enough. But when your girlfriend’s parents are two of the most powerful and successful women in the entertainment industry? Yeah, that made them a million times more intimidating!

“Lunch is up!” Chloe was heard calling from the kitchen, and Daniel almost bumped into Beca as she stopped abruptly, turned her head towards the staircase, and called out loudly: “Boys!! Lunch is ready!!”

A silence fell upon the house and Daniel held his breath as he watched his girlfriend’s mother roll her eyes, let out a short puff of air, then begin to make her way up the stairs. Lara had reached out and took his hand, dragging him away from the staircase and through to the grand open-plan kitchen/lounge, where Chloe was busy serving up salmon steaks onto plates at the table.

“Let me guess…” she started with a smile, “no sign of movement from your brothers?”

“What else is new?” Lara said with a giggle, sliding onto a seat in front of the table and motioning for her boyfriend to join her. Which he did. And for a couple of moments the young lovers sat in silence, Lara pouring the chilled water from a jug into six glasses, and Daniel staring over at the trophies that stood behind glass and ran above the kitchen cabinets, along the length of the kitchen wall. From Grammy’s and Brit awards, to Golden Globes and BAFTA’s. There were…fifteen of them along this row alone. Daniel was impressed.

“So sweetheart, how long are you in town for?”

“Um…I was actually wondering if we could stay for a couple of days? I’ve got an audition tomorrow, then a meeting with my agent the morning after. I figured we could hang about here in between?”

Daniel looked at the redhead, noting the slight waver in her smile, and he suddenly felt nervous again. He didn’t want to be a burden. But no sooner had her smile wavered, it brightened again as she looked at them both.

“Of course sweetheart! It’d be lovely to have you home for a little while! You’ll…need to sleep in separate rooms of course…”

Daniel heard his girlfriend let out a groan and Lara put her head in her hands, “Mommm!”

“I know, but you know what your mother’s like-”

“I’m 22 years old! We live together for crying out loud!”

“Lara, it’s ok. We can sleep in separate rooms-” Daniel began, but quickly stopped when Chloe cleared her throat loudly, announcing the arrival of her wife, who shuffled through a door into the open-plan kitchen/lounge followed closely behind by two teenage boys.

“Boys, this is Daniel.” Beca said unenthusiastically, motioning to the tall man who sat beside her only daughter. Daniel stood and smiled politely as the youngest of the two boys strode up to him with a bright smile and shook his hand.

“Hey I’m Adam.” Said the fourteen year old. And Daniel noticed just how much he looked like his sister, with his dark hair and deep blue eyes. His personality, on first impression, also mimicked that of Chloe with his enthusiasm and the way his eyes seemed to sparkle as he spoke. Adam was noticeably taller than both his mother’s and sister, but still shorter than his older brother.

Now, the middle Mitchell child was like his mother in almost every way. He had her features, making him look just like his siblings, but he also had her stormy look, which immediately made Daniel feel uncomfortable. The seventeen year old was tall too. Not quite the 6ft 3in that Daniel was, but he was certainly nearing 6ft. And it wasn’t until his Mom sternly told him to say hello to his sister’s boyfriend, that the teen sighed and thrust his hand reluctantly out to shake his hand. “Harry…” he said moodily.

Lara had mentioned at one point that Harry was very protective of her, despite being five years younger. He’d been a big fan of Lara’s previous boyfriend, but having seen the torment his sister had gone through during the breakup, he now struggled to trust anyone his sister decided to date. The difference was Daniel wasn’t just someone Lara was dating. They were in a relationship together. And had been for two years.

As Daniel resumed his position at the table he felt nervous, his palms sweating as he took the plate that Chloe handed him. He swallowed loudly as he looked up and noticed the identical expressions on the mother and her son opposite him, looking at him suspiciously. Beca and Harry certainly had a way of making strangers feel unwelcome. Fortunately to his right he saw the bright smiles of Chloe, Adam, and Lara. The ratio of Mitchell’s liking him to not liking him was 3-2. The odds were in his favour.

He hoped to propose to Lara one day. But if her mother was the Beca Mitchell he’d read and heard all about, then he was going to be in for a very tough ride before he could even glimpse the slightest chance of asking her permission for Lara’s hand.


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We Won’t Be Doing Much Sleeping, Will We | E.D. PART 2

Requested By: A whole lot of people, but part 1 was requested by @stardazedolan


It was 9 a.m. and someone was jumping on your bed. There was really only one person it could be. The twins were the only people with spare keys to your apartment, and if E was waking you up, it would not be going like this. “Graysonnnnn,” you groaned. “Lemme sleep. Seriously, I gotta sleep. Like, if you don’t go away, I will shave your legs in your sleep.”

He laughed, and rolled off the bed. “C’mon, Y/N, I made pancakes,” he teased. You were out of bed in a second, and in the kitchen. Ethan was sitting at the counter, and his eyes darkened as soon as he saw you. You realized you were only in panties and one his t-shirts (which you’d tooootally meant to give back), with nothing else on. You made an awkward face with an accompanying noise, and then quickly ran out of the room.


You returned 5 minutes later, in sweats and a t-shirt, your hair up in a ponytail. As you sat down at the ledge, Ethan smirked at you.

“Good morning, Princess. You know, you didn’t have to change. I, for one, was perfectly fine with what you were wearing. And if it was because you were cold, I can always warm you up,” he insinuated, his eyes dark and intent. You just rolled your eyes. “Whatever, E. Keep dreaming.”


“What’s up guys!” -E

“We’re back!” -G

“And this week..” -E

“We have a special guest!!” -G

“Hey guys! Y’all probably know me-” -Y/N

“Excuse me, Y’all?” -E

“Yeah. I said y’all. deal with it. Anyways, I’m Y/N, as most of you know!!”

Today was the day that the twins had to stay over at your apartment, so they’d decided it was the perfect time to film a video with you. All their fans loved you, and videos were really fun, so you’d agreed. You guys were doing the best friend challenge, and you couldn’t wait!


“Alright, well, because we tied, it’s only fair that both me and Y/N jump in the pool, right?” Ethan asked. Grayson nodded, and you gave a thumbs up. “Might as well.”

You headed down to the pool. The deal was that you had to jump in with your clothes on, but you weren’t really dreading it that much. After all, it was hot outside, swimming sounded nice, and you’d done this before. As you guys got down to the pool, Ethan suddenly picked you up over his shoulder, and started walking quickly towards the edge.

“Ethan Grant Dolan!” You shrieked. Don’t you dare throw me i-” and then you were underwater. As you came up, Ethan was standing a few feet away, also soaked. He slowly pulled his shirt off, and threw it onto the cement on the edge. He smirked as he saw your eyes slightly widen as you took in the glorious beauty that is a shirtless Ethan Dolan. And then you realized that two could play at this game, and steeled yourself before pulling your own shirt over your head. It was drenched anyways, and you were wearing a bra. Ethan’s jaw tightened, and he muttered “Don’t do that to me, Princess,” before drawing you close. His hands were on your bare waist, his thumbs drawing slow circles. You gulped, staring up at him. Your heart was beating erratically, and it felt like you’d been waiting for this moment forever.

“Don’t do what, Ethan?” You asked, innocently biting your lip. He drew in a shaky breath. “You know exactly what, Princess. If you’re not careful, I am about to lose all of my control.” You weren’t sure if that would be a bad thing. You’d practically been in love with the kid forever, and you really wanted to kiss him. “Would losing your control necessarily be a bad thing?” You asked him. he looked away for a second, murmured “Fuck it,” and then drew you even closer before placing his lips on you.

Kissing him was an entirely new feeling to you. It’s like an on switch in your body just turned on, and from the way he was kissing you, you guessed that it was the same for him. Your legs were somehow up and wrapped around his waist now, and he had one arm around your waist, and the other one rubbing up and down your thigh. Both your hands were around his neck, and running through the hair on the nape of his neck. He groaned slightly into the kiss, and the sensation caused you to open your mouth, letting him slip his tongue inside. And then you kissed for what felt like forever.


You’d been in the pool for a half-hour, and were now stumbling back up to your apartment. Grayson was sleeping when you walked in; it was pretty late after all. You quietly pulled Ethan down the hall to your room, and dropped into your bed together, where you kissed until your lips were bruised and the sun was coming up, at which point you fell asleep, content in each other’s arms.

The First Time He Is Alone With His Infant Firstborn

Your mother is in town and the two of your have gone out shopping. It leaves Chan alone with his baby daughter. Hyewon is still very young and spends most of the day sleeping. Chan and her are laid on the big bed and Chan drifts in and out of sleep while he watches the baby girl snooze beside him. Whenever she wakes, he’ll get up to get her a warm bottle of milk and to change her nappies. She gets whiney after a while and Chan lays her down on his belly and she nods off again, feeling safe with her appa. When you come back, Chan and Hyewon are both vastly asleep.

You are out with friends and thus Hansol is home with his son Thomas. It is his day off. He’ll sit on the couch, with Thomas in his maxi cosi beside him. He’ll try to write a few lyrics, but ends up lifting Thomas in his arms and turns on the tellie. Thomas will instinctively cuddle into his dad and grope his small hand into Hansol’s shirt. After a while, Hansol puts Thomas back in the maxi cosi and sets to doing some chores. He drags the maxi cosi through every room of the house he has to be in. When you come home, Hansol has dinner ready and Thomas is awake to welcome you home.

For your birthday you have gotten a coupon for a day at the spa and you decided you’d go with Seunggwan. This leaves Jeonghan home with your daughter Dabin. And if you think he isn’t going to have the best time ever, you are wrong. He’s gona wrap her up warmly, but her in the stroller and go out. He’ll visit a friend and go to the park with her and Have lunch in a cute little coffee shop, where a few carats marvel at how beautiful Dabin is. Then he’ll go shopping with her, for a few nice dresses and sweet smelling baby soaps. As soon he gets home it is time to try on those clothes and brush her hair and make her all pretty. When you come home, Dabin looks like she had a day at the spa as well, smiling happily. Jeonghan however looks rather disheveled.


You have an important business meeting and Jihoon has a day off. So he is home alone with your son Kuen. He has never been alone with a baby before. He will spend the first 10 minutes pacing around, curling his fingers. Then Kuen starts crying and Jihoon will have to be a good dad. He’ll change the boys diaper and walks around with him until he is calm. Then he puts the baby back into his cot, but as soon as Kuan is alone he starts crying again. Jihoon sighs and pick the baby back up, testing if he is hungry. He ends up carrying the baby through the whole house and then sits down, with the baby on his lap and tries to write some lyrics on his phone. When you come home both Jihoon and Kuan are tightly asleep on the couch.

This angel will have the time of his life! You’re out with your dad and Joshua is home with Gaia. He’ll first make her a warm bottle for breakfast and have a quick nom himself. Then he will bathe her and dress her up nicely. He’ll start up a skype conversation with his parents and after that your, so that Gaia can see her grandparents. Joshua thinks this is important. Then he will let Gaia sleep for a while, doing some chores or write some lyrics. When Gaia wakes up, Joshua changed her nappies, bottle feeds her and heads out for a stroll in the park with her. After the stroll, Gaia goes to sleep again, in the cot in the living. When you come home, Joshua is already preparing dinner.


Jun is home with your son Lian, because it is his day off and because you are visiting your sibling in another city. Jun will mostly be memorizing the choreo Hoshi has come up with. But whenever Lian need his father, Jun is over in the blink of an eye. He’ll bottle feed him whenever he need and change the dirty nappies. Lian has a bad dream and Jun spends at least half an hour walking around, gently rocking the baby in his arms. When you come home, Jun sits at the kitchen table, feeding Lian another bottle.

Because you have a meet up with some of your friend, Minghao has the day off and stays home with your daughter Jiahn. That day he speaks only Chinese to her, so she will pick up her appa’s language as well. He will make sure she won’t want for anything. He holds her almost the entire day, feeds her when she is hungry and changes her nappy. He refuses to let her out of his sight. At the end of the day he’ll lay down on the bed with her and you find him there when you get home He even forgot to have dinner.

You are out with your best friend, Wonwoo, and have left Mingyu to care for your infant son Taehyeon.This is literally the best non problem you have ever had. In fact, you should film this, because shit would make you money! The crazy guy will drag Tae’s cot into the kitchen, so he can keep an eye on the baby while he bakes a cake, cookies and prepared for dinner. Between that and bottle feed Tae and changing his nappies, he will jolt down some lyrics and repair the toaster that he himself broke. He will sing softly to Taehyeon when the baby becomes fussy and holds him when he cries, When you and Wonwoo come home, the house is cosy and smells amazing and Tae is tightly asleep.

You have left sunshine senior and sunshine junior on their own to visit a friend who is hospitalized. Seokmin will spend most of his time on the couch, with his baby on his chest or beside him in the maxi cosi. He’ll mostly watch anime or have the baby in his lap when she is awake. Seokmin and Ayoung smile at each other and she’ll probably even give him a giggle. He’ll made sure her nappy is clean all the times and that she doesn’t grow hungry. When you come home both your sunshines are both asleep.

You leave the house for a shopping trip, leaving Seungcheol and your son Jiyeon home alone. Seungcheol will literally flick on his daddest dad mode he has. He’ll shower his little boy with attention. Even when Jiyeon is asleep, Seungcheol holds him and softly whispers at him. He’ll spend half the time watching telly and the other half looking after Jiyeon. It is literally the cutest thing. He even has fun changing the boys nappies. When you come home, seungcheol is on the carpet, shirtless, pretending Jiyeon is a plain.

He assures you he can do this. He can look after his own daughter for crying out loud. But as soon as you are out the door Haeyu begins to cry and Boo can’t get her to stop, so he is on the phone with his mom right away. He changes her nappies, gives her a bottle of warm milk, but she is still fussy. He is getting desperate and calls his mom for the so maniest time. After walking around and gently rocking her, she finally falls asleep. Seunggwan stat to practise his singing after laying her into her cot. When you come home, of course Seunggwan will tell you everything went perfect.

You leave Hoshi and your boy Suman alone for the day. And Hoshi is having a field trip with this. He’ll build a blanket fort where he and Suman take naps. He will make up a special nappy change song and makes myam myam sounds when he bottle feeds the boy. He and Suman play peekaboo and Hoshi takes pictures and sound bits of his giggly baby boy to send to his parents and the other members and it overall a cute day for dad and son. When you come back, Hoshi is breaking up the blanket fort, because Suman stank up the place with big baby farts.

Today Wonwoo and his daughter Gyuri are home alone, because you took time for your visiting brother. Wonwoo takes some time to spend reading and gaming, because Gyuri sleeps a lot, she is so young. He drops everything on a whim, though, when she cries. He makes sure her nappy is clean and that she isn’t hungry and when needed changes her nappy and gives her her bottle. When she is just uncomfortable he will walk around with her or rock her until she falls back asleep. When you return Wonwoo is on the bed, a book over his face and Gyuri on his belly.

Descendants 2 Review

Descendants 2 was not the Citizen Kane of Disney Channel Original Movies I was expecting. I’m tasked with the unfortunate mission of bring this sad, apocalyptic news to the masses. So gather round kids, let’s get this over with.

Disney Descendants was okay. I’m a fan, I bought the DVD and I 100% wore the cheap-ass bracelet that came with it completely unironically until the thing broke two days later. Yes, it was completely unintentionally gay and I loved it, but the movie itself was at best a C+. I cringe at least four times whenever I rewatch it, but I still rewatch it. The characters are super fun, the sets are realistic, the character designs are creative as fuck, and the CGI only gets terrible at the very end. So, when Descendants 2 was rearing its head back into the fandom, I was excited. I wanted a nice, campy romp with enough dark/gay undertones to keep myself in a steady supply of angsty homosexual fanfiction until the next installment. And I got that! I’d assume you’ve seen the movie already, but who knows so I’ll summarize it down below and follow it up with a review.

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“Oh my god, I can’t believe he’s an actual, real human being.”

You could only nod your head in agreement as you stared at the television screen. You and one of your closest friends were watching Captain America: Civil War (for what had to be the hundredth time) and you had to admit, the visuals in this film were far more appealing than any of the previous films. Especially the scenes involving Captain America and the tight gray t-shirt.

“Honestly,” she continued as she stared at the screen (she’d paused it on the helicopter scene), “how is he real? He is actually the definition of perfection.”

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She’s the Man (USA, 2006)

Predictions: Both of us had already seen this movie and therefore had no predictions. We both knew she wasn’t a man. Or was she? (Spoiler alert: she wasn’t.)

Plot: Remember that period in the late ‘90s, early '00s, when movie studios were obsessed with making teenage adaptations of Shakespearean plays? Yeah, we know, basically the golden age of cinema. Anyway, this is one of those. She’s the Man is based off Twelfth Night, a fun but very long play which features cross-dressing –> mistaken identities –> homoerotic tension. This film is all of that – but with soccer! Amanda Bynes is a fledgling women’s soccer player who finds that her school has cut the girls’ soccer team. Spurred on by the sexist exclamations of her immediately-to-be-ex-boyfriend, she decides to impersonate her twin brother, Not-Amanda-Bynes, at his new (local??) boarding school, Illyria, so she can join the men’s soccer team, beat her ex-boyfriend, and…live as a man forever? JK, she never thought that far.

A wrench is thrown in her plans when she discovers that her new roommate is Channing Tatum, who spends a lot of this movie going NO HOMO while being shirtless or in muscle tees or whatever scrap of fabric they could find to cover his pecs. Furthermore, Amanda Bynes discovers that she…isn’t that good at soccer? Despite having previously been considered “better than half the guys” on Douchey Ex-Boyfriend’s team, she is better than 0% of the first-stringers on her new team. Maybe DEB’s team was just shitty?? Anyway, thank goodness Amanda Bynes has Channing Tatum to improve her skills in this difficult time. In a totally platonic, non-sexual way, super not-gay, they’re just like alone on the field, at dawn, at dusk, laughing, joshing, kissing kicking the ball around…

Meanwhile, Amanda Bynes has some other problems. For instance, Illyria’s resident Girl All the Good, Bad, and Regular Guys Want becomes obsessed with Amanda Bynes’s male alter-ego after they bump into each other and chat about shoes. Why her immediate reaction is “I must have him” as opposed to “he’s obviously gay,” we do not know. Unfortunately, this really comes between Amanda Bynes and Channing Tatum, as Channing Tatum is one of the many dudes chasing after aforementioned GAGBRGW (…wow, should have picked a better acronym). Of course, this was only to be expected, since she literally tells Amanda Bynes that every single guy at school has asked her out. Seriously? It’s true, she’s very pretty, but surely there’s at least one dude at this school who’s gay?! (Spoiler alert: it’s CHANNING TATUM.)

Many shenanigans later (including a subplot about the Junior League and a debutante ball – whatever, who cares), Amanda Bynes is forced to reveal her identity and her boobs to everyone on the soccer field. Her brother, incidentally, pulls down his pants as well. (He’s been in London “playing his music” or whatever bullshit for most of this movie, only returning to get macked on by GAGBRGW, who seems v. not observant about height differences.) This family really has no shame about nudity. Good for them. Though initially BETRAYED, Channing Tatum comes around shockingly quickly, just thrilled to discover his sensitive gentleman lover has a vagina after all. Oh, thank god. HE COULDN’T POSSIBLY BE WITH ANOTHER DUDE. NO HOMO. He and Amanda Bynes dribble off into the sunset – maybe with some sexual issues down the line.

Best Scene: Shenanigans at the fairground, including the charming kissing-booth scene, when a flustered Channing Tatum kisses Amanda Bynes for the first time after days of yearning. It’s a fun sequence, with good physical jokes, and pretty much includes all the characters we love.

Worst Scene: The very beginning of the movie, when she’s still with her shitty sexist boyfriend, and they are nauseating. Especially nauseating because he is a shitty sexist.

Best Line: There are a number of funny lines in this movie! But we had to pick one favorite, so. “Is it just me or does this soccer game have more nudity than most?” – Amanda Bynes’s regular, non-incestuous dad! Hooray!

Worst Line: Not-Amanda-Bynes’s terrible lyrics, which his new stranger-girlfriend inexplicably loves.

Highlights of the Watching Experience: The soundtrack. All of the music – except that which is written by Not-Amanda-Bynes – is ace.

How Many POC in the Film: Three? Channing Tatum’s black friend, who’s adorably into Nerd Girl; Amanda Bynes’s black friend, who’s into…shenanigans? and this one really handsome at-least-part-Asian announcer dude at the soccer game.

Alternate Scenes: The Orphan Black/She’s the Man crossover in which groundbreakingly flimsy science allows Amanda Bynes to be cloned into two people. One of which is a lesbian who makes out with GAGBRGW, the other of which is a dude who makes out with Channing Tatum. (WHAT???? NO HOMO.)

Was the Poster Better or Worse than the Film: Worse. Or at least confusing. Why does it feature Douchey Ex-Boyfriend and Douchey Ex-Girlfriend so prominently? Douchey Ex-Girlfriend was so irrelevant a character that we didn’t even address her in our plot summary.


Ranking: 1, out of the 19 movies we’ve watched so far. SORRY, PEOPLE WITH HIGHER STANDARDS. WE LOVE THIS MOVIE.

Casa Erotica Presents...

Summary: Based off “The French Mistake” episode. Balthazar sends Sam, reader, and Dean to an alternate universe where Sam and reader are porn stars.

Word Count: Over 3400

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Beta: @lucifersfavoritepet (thank you so much Brit!)

A/N: This is for Sam’s Sixty June Jobs challenge. Tagging @teamfreewill-imagine and @latinenglishfandomblog This is my first ever smut fic! Please be gentle! ;)

Standing at the window, Sam watched the storm rage outside, “This is crazy. Where’s Bobby?”

Gesturing at the empty liquor bottles, Dean said “Supply run. We’re out of hunter’s helper!”

“Dude, really?” He went out in this for booze!” Sam asked.

“Yeah, man’s a hero,” you replied from the couch where you were currently sprawled watching the crazy weather reports from all over the country.

A flutter of wings in the room drew all of your eyes to Bobby’s desk. “Hello boys. Good morning my lady. You three have seen “The Godfather,” right?” Balthazar asked in his usual snarky tone.

“Balthazar, why…” Sam started to speak.

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