think i cried from laughter at this

it hurts until it doesn’t pt. 2

Pairing: reader x Yoongi

Genre: angst

Word Count: 5,375


Originally posted by talk-me-down-troye

part 1 part 2

“Y/N! Will you please stop texting and tell me if this mirror is straight?” Yoongi called out impatiently from the living room.

“Someone’s cranky,” you tease from your newly shared bedroom. You were were careful not to knock over the hours worth of unpacking stacked neatly around you.

He was staring at the wall, absent-mindedly running his finger across his lips as he always did when he was thinking. You had never seen a man that deep in thought about an inanimate object. The sound of your camera clicking makes him turn around, the look on his face sending a smile across yours.

“What’s so funny?” he asks, pouting at your enjoyment.

“I’ve never seen someone hang a mirror so seriously before.”

He turns around and focuses back on the gilded frame in front of him, “This is our first apartment together, Y/N. I want to make sure it’s perfect.”

You stare at him quietly, taking in the moment in front of you. Yoongi was never one for sentiment. He was a serious man, but deep down he there was a softness. A softness that he only let you see in brief glimpses, catching you off guard every time he does.

“It’s perfect,” you whisper as you walk up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Can I take a photo of us?” he asks, pulling out his phone from the pocket of his hoodie.

You nod as you bury your face in the back of his neck, taking deep breaths of the mixture of cologne and sweat and shampoo. You smile, wishing you could live in this moment forever.

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Get Away

Request: Can you do something where (y/n) and Shawn are out on a date and the paparazzi are a bit aggressive and Shawn gets protective?

a/n: hello lovely people!! it sure has been a while! so sorry for delays and what not but i was in the midst of finals but i completed my first year of college!! yay!! and this past week has been the busiest week of my life bc i’m studying abroad in london and we have these pre-london classes and i had 2 classes for like 3 hours and it was a lot. i leave for london tomorrow and i wanted to get something up before i leave for 2 weeks and definitely won’t be writing bc i’ll be out exploring!! 

so happy reading and feedback is always appreciated!! 

Your name: submit What is this?

The bright city lights of Miami, Florida illuminated the restaurant more than the lights inside.  The floor to ceiling windows gave the restaurant a very city feels, and with always being a lover of the city, everything on the outside of the restaurant caught your attention.

         Shawn had been touring nonstop for the past two months, and he thought it would be a fun idea for you to come out and visit him.  And with you being on summer vacation, you didn’t see any reason as to why you couldn’t go and visit your boyfriend.  So when the two of you worked out what dates would work best, you booked a flight, and he picked you up from the airport of the city he was in.

        You were halfway through your trip, and since you two couldn’t immediately do anything when you arrived, Shawn suggested that the two of you wait until mid-way through your stay to do something, and his idea of something was a nice dinner in the city.

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“Flat out” - h.s. Part 6

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5



The air was humid as you jogged up the steps in your white sneakers, kicking the door open with the nudge of your hip as you held the box in your hands. Harry groaned when the door opened and you merely smiled at him, quickly closing it behind you.

“Do you know why I invest in air conditioning, Y/N?” Harry asked, running his hands through his sweaty and damp hair. “It’s to keep the inside cool. And with you opening windows and keeping the door open all the time, that’s kind of hard to do.”

You rolled your eyes and placed the heap of boxes on the counter as Harry watched you. You were dressed much cuter and more casual than you had in the past with school, and Harry realized that it was because you could breathe again. You had no one to impress. You’d gotten a job. And now was just that transition phase before you moved on with your life.

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Baby in the Tower

A Wattpad request. I do not own any of the Avengers or Bucky. They belong to Marvel. 

Warnings: brief mentions of death, fluff

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff. 

Originally posted by nerdyfandomimagines

“Hey,” Bucky’s soft voice made you look up. You were certain your eyes were bright red from all the crying you’d been doing. “You okay?” You shook your head and broke down in sobs again. Bucky got down on the floor next to you and wrapped his flesh arm around you. “It’ll be okay.” You nodded and leaned closer to him. You and Bucky had gotten really close since you were hired as a doctor by S.H.I.E.L.D. It was one less thing for Bruce to worry about.

               After crying for what seemed like days, you pulled away from Bucky and stood up. “I have to go pack. The funeral is in a couple of days. Try not to break yourself while I’m gone.” Bucky let out a soft chuckle at your attempt at humor. He watched you walk toward you room and sighed. He’d never seen you so down before. Then again, he imagined that’s how anyone would act if they just got news their sibling died. He just hoped you’d be okay.

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Feel Good, Baby?

A Shawn Mendes one shot.

A/N: Shower sex. Yep. Fluffy ending :))


“Shit. No, go back to sleep babe.” In a daze, I heard Shawn’s voice after having been pulled from sleep by the sound of a guitar falling onto carpet, the strings singing softly. I squinted against the morning sun as I propped myself up on my forearms to see Shawn in his boxers, holding a guitar and looking at my guiltily.

“Is your guitar okay?” I asked sleepily. Shawn did a quick once over of his guitar before turning to me again. 

 "Why is your first instinct to worry about my guitar? We spend too much time together. It’s ok, baby, go back to sleep.“ Shawn whispered, setting the guitar against the wall and running a hand through his hair. His movements were jittery and nervous, making me sit up further in concern. 

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No Regrets - Tough Mudder

This was born out of a conversation I had with @blacktithe7 - not really a request but kinda :D

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: hot muddy Jensen (and Jared).  

Word Count: 1238 (not a drabble but unbetaed so sorry for all the mistakes).

A/N: This is written as part of my LwR/NR universe, but can as most of them be read as a one shot. 

Tough Mudder was in May 2015 but for the sake of timelines this would be more like October 2015 since I really wanted Y/N to be at least somewhat visible pregnant and she didn’t get pregnant with AJ till May 2015 so had I kept the right time then she wouldn’t even be carrying their child yet.

I also changed a few of the obstacles at the end just to give Y/N something to stare at :P



You smiled walking down the stairs to see the six men laughing and joking with Becca as they were getting ready to leave. You would have loved taking part in the run with them but your pregnancy prevented you from doing so. It hadn’t prevented you from training with Jensen, but all the running and leaping might be a bit more than your current condition allowed.

“You’ll be there right babe?” Jensen asked you, wrapping you in his arms as you made it down the stairs.

“I’ll be there as soon as I pick up Gen and drop of the kids with Jared’s parents. You know that Jay,” you smiled up at him, loving how excited he was about this.

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Secret Santa Gift EXCHANGE!

This is my secret santa gift for @pozolegirl 

I was so excited when I got my assignment and it was for someone whose work I already knew and admired! I hope you like your gift!! 

“So you were right.”

“Was I now?”

“Yes. Ladybug agreed that buying expensive jewelry for a girl you are not dating does, in fact, send mixed signals.” Chat sighed as he dropped down through the skylight and sprawled out against the bedding.

“I told you.” Marinette grinned smugly, not even bothering to look up at him from her desk.

“I can’t believe that you two are ganging up on me!” Chat whined, burying his face into her giant cat pillow.

“I can’t believe you talk about me to Ladybug.” Marinette laughed, her attention already back to whatever project she was currently working on.

“well, she doesn’t like it if I talk too much about my civilian life and you are my only other friend as Chat Noir.”

“I know but… never mind.” She shook her head softly, muttering something under her breath.

“So what sort of present do you want me to get you for Christmas?” Chat asked peering over the loft railing. She froze, her eyebrows furrowing. He grinned in anticipation.

“You already got me a present remember? The absurdly expensive piece of jewelry?” She finally looked up at him with an eyebrow raised challengingly.

“Yeah but you hated it.” He smirked.

“I did not hate it! I just thought a 295 Euro necklace was a little much for a just friends present.”

“Yes you made your feelings on that perfectly clear last time. The point is I need to get you a present that you actually appreciate getting.”

“I do appreciate it! I am literally wearing it right now!”

“That’s just cause you feel guilty. I will get you the perfect present. Just watch.”

Marinette groaned, pulling distractedly on her pigtails.

“Chat you are being ridiculous. You don’t need to get me another present.”

“What do you want?” he asked, grinning wider.

“I want you to not get me another present.”

“Try again. What do you want?”

“I’m not telling you,” she huffed.

“Fine. I have other ways of figuring things out. Just you wait Princess, I will get you the perfect Christmas present.” He stood up, giving her a jaunty salute as he pulled himself back up through the skylight.

“Chat!” She called after him.

He waited silently on her terrace, holding back the bubble of laughter in his chest. He could hear her shuffling around in the room, waiting to see if he would poke his head back in or if he had actually gone.

“Stupid cat,” she muttered finally.

Only then did he disappear into the night.

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The Crush -Sherlock X Reader


Warnings: Minor language

Summary: Reader has a crush and asks Sherlock for advice.


Y/N was head over heels in love with Sherlock Holmes; that much was plain to see. 

Well, I mean, for most people. 

John knew it. So did Lestrade. Oh, and Molly, and Mrs. Hudson, and even Mycroft were all fully aware of the massive crush Y/N had had on him for a long time. Really, the only person unaware was none other than Sherlock himself. 

In his defense, he tended to avoid Y/N. Actually, no, he loved being around Y/N, taking every excusable chance to be with her, just not looking at her. At least not when she was looking. She was pretty, what could he say? It wasn’t his fault for that. 

It was one of those afternoons–Y/N had come over for her reserved time at 221B, sipping cautiously on the hot tea Mrs. Hudson had prepared for them. John was out on some sort of date that particular day, and that let Sherlock all to himself as he avoided Y/N’s eyes. 

Perhaps if he had looked, he would have seen how they were dilated when she looked at him. 

“Sherlock,” Y/N said, breaking their heavy silence. 

His head shot up, eyes resting on the wall behind her. “Yes?”

“I have this problem,” she said slowly. An idea had formed in her mind; one that was risky and probably stupid, but one that she was willing to try nonetheless. 

“What sort of problem?” Sherlock asked. 

Y/N hesitated for only a moment. “A boy problem.”

He felt something in his stomach shift uncomfortably. His eyes focused in the saucer in his hands. “You know I’m not one for romance, Y/N.”

“I know,” she replied. “But could we try something?”

“Something like what?”

“Something like this: I describe the man I’m having trouble with, and you tell me whether or not I stand a chance.”

You stand a chance with anyone, Sherlock thought to himself. He quickly shook it off, deciding to not let any sort of sentiment take over. “I suppose,” he finally said. 

“Well,” she started. “He’s tall. Dark hair, brilliant blue eyes. Sort of skinny, I guess, but–”

“Sounds like a character sketch,” Sherlock complained. “Are you filing a police report or describing a man you’re… fond of?" 

The last words had gotten stuck in his throat for whatever reason, but he chose not to dwell on that. Or the fact that the man Y/N was describing seemed ideal for a woman. 

"Okay, fine,” Y/N mumbled with a small chuckle. It was almost like she knew something he didn’t… “He’s not particularly kind–”

“Then why do you like him?” He questioned quickly. 

“Because I can see past that,” she insisted. “He’s brilliant. Absolutely brilliant, but also a complete idiot.”

“Idiot?” Sherlock frowned. “If you hadn’t described him physically, I might be worried you were talking about Anderson." 

For whatever reason, the comment made her laugh harder than it should have. 

"God, no. It’s not Anderson,” she assured him through her laughter. 

“Then who the hell is it?” Sherlock cried. “You’ve described someone who seems like the man of your dreams, so why don’t you just go and ask him on a date?!”

Something in Y/N snapped, just a bit. “He’s not really one to date, Sherlock! I think you should know that!”

He stood. “How? How would I know that? This man is a stranger to me!”

“No he–God!” Y/N stood in front of him, inches from his face. He tried not to recoil back from the frustration in her expression. 

“It’s you, you bloody idiot! I was talking about you! You’re the man I’m in love with!” she yelled. 

Sherlock stood there, stuck in a state of shock. Y/N didn’t know what to do, so anxiously, she sat back down. 

“Well, now you know,” she muttered. 

“You… It was me, I’m the man you’re in love with?” Sherlock said slowly. 

“That’s what I just said, wasn’t it?” Y/N retorted, trying not to cry as tears burned behind her eyes. 

Sherlock swallowed. “You asked me if you had a chance with the man, and the answer is yes.”

Her head shot up. “Y-yes?" 

Kneeling down to meet her eyes, he nodded. "Y/N, I have been feeling… Feelings toward you for quite some time. I was sure you could never feel the same.”

Y/N’s arms wrapped suddenly around his torso  in a tight hug. “I thought the same thing,” she admitted. 

She felt Sherlock chuckle, slowly wrapping his arms around her. “I’m glad we were wrong." 


Summary: Reader is Sunbathing. Pietro is bored. Mischief ensues.

Pairings: fem!Reader x Pietro

Word Count: 1,755

Warnings: FLUFF, some smut ig, MORE FLUFF

A/N: This wasn’t a request but I was really struggling with inspiration for the next part of Home and this idea’s been floating around in my head for a while, so I used it as a break from serious stuff lol.

“Y/N, come onnnnnn! I’m bored, let’s do something,” your boyfriend whined.

“And I’m sunbathing, Piet. Why don’t you go for a swim or something?” You called, mimicking his tone fondly and not bothering to lift you head from its comfortable place on the sunbed.

He sighed. There was a pause and then, “Ok, love. I think I will.”

“Okey dokey,” you mumbled, relaxing back into the semi-concious state you had been in before. There was a splash from behind and you felt an affectionate smile make its way to your face.

You turned your head to the side to see Wanda sunbathing next to you. She smiled, “He will not let you get off that easily, you know.”

You sighed and let out a chuff of laughter, “Yeah. I know, but maybe it’ll keep him occupied for a bit.” Your hopes were dashed though, when barely a moment later, Pietro could be heard climbing out of the pool, “Or… maybe not,” you said dryly, still keeping your head on the sunbed.

“Piet, don’t you dare come near me, you’ll get me all wet!” you squealed as he walked towards you.

“Usually you don’t seem to mind, printsessa.” The smirk in his voice was practically audible.

You huffed at the joke but refused to move and instead ignored him.

“AAAGHH! Pietro, what the fuck!” you squawked, flailing desperately but entirely in vain – his weight was a successful hindrance to any significant movement. “Piet, it’s cooollddd,” you screeched glaring at Wanda furiously, “Why didn’t you warn me? He didn’t even speed it! You had time!”

She laughed, “I did not know what he was going to do!”

“You can read minds!” you spluttered indignantly, but she only laughed. “Traitor,” you muttered, still being squashed beneath your boyfriend.

The water was freezing against your back, but his skin was warm and even though the position wasn’t exactly your first choice, it was strangely comfortable. You sighed, accepting defeat, “Whatever Piet, stay there if you like.”

He pressed a light kiss to your shoulder, “I don’t think I will, printsessa. I want to go for a swim.” He jumped off of you in the blink of an eye.

“But you just went swimming!” you protested, already suspicious.

“Yes… but not with you, my love.” And then suddenly you were being whisked from your comfortable position on the sunbed and into Pietro’s arms. You flapped your limbs like a bird trying to take flight, clutching one hand to your chest and trying desperately to talk sense into him but he was already walking towards the pool.

“No, Piet, my bikini isn’t-” your words were cut off as he sped the last few steps and dumped you in the pool. You came up immediately, gasping for air, hands clutched around you tightly and cheeks red. He dived in a second later and surfaced next to you with a cheeky grin.

Immediately you reached for him with one hand and pulled him into you, wrapping his arms around you and your legs around his waist, “See, printsessa, I knew you’d be enthusiastic once you were in the water.”

“Shut up, Piet!” you hissed, looking around frantically, “My bikini top wasn’t tied on, cause I didn’t want tan lines, you idiot!” Your bikini top was now floating a few metres away, at the edge of the pool.

“Wait-” he looked down, only now registering the fact that your bare breasts were pressed tightly against his chest, only shielded from wandering eyes by his and your arms. Suddenly he squeezed you tighter and looked around, as if to check for people looking. Your cheeks were completely red now and you groaned, burying your head in his neck.

Pietro and you had only been dating for a few weeks, having previously been best friends for years due to the avengers, and you hadn’t gotten anywhere past heavy making out and groping over clothes. You were both busy and besides you were nervous, knowing that his speed meant a high metabolism which meant a great body and whilst you were not a complete potato, you were definitely not the height of sexiness.

“Printsessa,” he spoke the word lowly, almost a growl, laying a lingering kiss on your neck. His accent came through thicker than normal and you shivered involuntarily.

“Yes?” you squeaked.

“Please let me take you back to your room, my love,” he whispered, kissing a little further down your neck, “Please, printsessa,” he mumbled against your shoulder.

“Ok,” you whispered, wrapping your hands around his neck. He swam to the shallow end slowly so as not to jostle you and walked out by the steps with you still wrapped koala-style around his body. He found a towel quickly, draped it around the two of you and then suddenly you were back in your room.

The reality of the situation hit you then, alone in your room with him, practically naked. Instead of being scared, however, you just felt incredibly fucking horny. Suddenly your lips were on his, though you weren’t sure who moved first and he was walking backwards, hands supporting your bum. His legs hit the bed and he sat down carefully. You pulled yourself ever closer to him, locking your legs around his waist, hands threading through his hair.

His hands began to wander tentatively, up and down your sides, unsure of what your boundaries were. After a few minutes, you got frustrated and pushed him back onto the bed, crawling up to him and holding his hands on yours. You glanced at him, making eye contact, as you moved his hands, placing them on your body. First on your bum, then moving and gliding over skin, touching - everywhere.

His eyes held lust and he kissed you fiercely as your hands wandered down his chest, pressing against the hard muscle. He flipped you over without warning and pressed you into the bed, his legs between yours. You could feel him through the thin layer of your bikini bottoms, making you gasp and he took the opportunity to divert his attention to your neck. Kissing, biting, sucking, lower and lower.

A skilled tongue massaged one nipple, whilst a hand squeezed the other with just the right amount of pressure, fingers trailing over sensitive skin. He moved again then, kissing your stomach and the top of your hips, and his hands moved down, hooking the waist band of your bikini bottoms and dragging them down almost painfully slowly.

“You’re so beautiful, printsessa,” he murmured against your skin, fingers edging down your body until they reached your thighs and stopped.  His mouth moved back up your body and you recaptured his lips, taking the opportunity to get rid of his shorts as you did. He smiled into the kiss at your enthusiasm, which made you smile too and for half a second the two of you just pulled back, looking at each other with love in your eyes.

You gasped again when his finger touched you there for the first time and you kept gasping as he worked your body over with expert hands. Meanwhile your own hands did their own exploring, searching every plain of his body, caressing touching… clawing.

When he finally pushed into you it hurt a little but was immediately replaced by pleasure.

“Piet, move, please!” you moaned, gripping his shoulders tightly. He did as he was told, moving slowly at first, gradually gathering pace. He touched you everywhere, worshipping your body and you returned the favour. Your movements were fevered, desperate for each other, desperate for more.

“C’mon love, you’re almost there,” he whispered, “You’re so fucking beautiful, my love.”

“Piet, please- I’m gonna,” the words were lost as he sped up, making your head roll back in pleasure.

Now you were splayed across his chest, sweaty and sated. One strong arm wrapped around you tightly, the other trailed up and down your back.

You sighed, content, drawing patterns on his chest.

“Printsessa?” He asked.

“Yes?” you looked up at him with a happy smile.

“We have known each other for a very long time, yes?”

You nodded pushing a strand of hair from his face.

“Love I-, I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a long time, and I know we’ve only been dating a few weeks but, printsessa, I’ve loved you for much longer. I’m in love with you Y/N.”

You sat up suddenly, straddling his hips and pulling him up with you. You stared at him, eyes flickering over his face, admiring.

“Love?” he asked, his voice uncertain now.

“Hmm,” you looked back at him and he gave you a look as if to say and…? “Oh!” you laughed, “Sorry, I just got distracted, looking at you, thinking about you,” you blushed but then became serious, holding his face between your hands, “I’m in love with you too, Pietro. I’m pretty sure I have been since you let me do your make up when I was drunk at Steve’s birthday party,” you said with a burst of laughter.

He groaned, pushing his face into your neck but you could feel him smiling against you. He pressed a light kiss to your shoulder again and then you squealed as he flipped you over so you were beneath him. He hovered above you, a crooked smirk on his face before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“I think that comment deserves punishment, Y/N,” he murmured. You gulped, unsure what he was implying. And then suddenly you were squealing with laughter again as mischievous fingers poked at your sides and a bubble of laughter made its way from your throat.

“Piet!” you cried through the laughter.

“Yes, love,” he purred, still tickling you.

“Right,” you said, jaw set with determination. You grinned evilly and slipped a hand down his side, towards his weak spot. He jolted above you the moment you found it and brushed your fingers along the back of his knee.

“Printsessa!” He yelped, his voice scandalised and you laughed.

“Yes, love,” you purred right back at him with a smirk, reaching with your other hand to find the dip on the left side of his hip. He jolted again and let out a frustrated growl, attacking you furiously once again. Laughter filled the room until the two of you eventually collapsed in an exhausted heap, smiles adorning your faces.

He pulled you into his side again and kissed your forehead, “I love you, printsessa,” he whispered.

“I love you too, Piet.”

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Yet (Alexander Hamilton x Reader)

Originally posted by whats-your-name-man

Pairing: Alexander Hamilton X Reader

Requested?: By Anon

Prompt: “Best of wives and best of women.” “We’re not married.” “Yet.” “Are you proposing?”

Words: 1500+

Warnings: Smooth Hamilton Flirting and FLUFF



You have been dating Alexander Hamilton for about eleven months. To say it was a romance out of a movie wasn’t how’d you describe your relationship. This relationship wasn’t always sunshine and rainbows. You would bicker and fight sometimes but what couple doesn’t do that? Yes, you two have intimate relations but you were that one weird couple that planned out what days and at what times you’d have sex, only because you were a full-time nurse and he was a very busy law student in AP classes. You weren’t home at nights because you worked the night shift and when you were at home, you were sleeping because of how exhausted you were from your job. Alexander was not a happy camper about you working late at night and him not being able to see you all the time since you basically worked all week with not days off. But he understood how much you enjoyed your job so he tries to be supportive.

It amazed your friends and families how well your and Alexander’s relationship worked out, despite the age gap (you being about 23 and he being 35) and how polar opposite you and he was. Alexander was very outspoken and opinionated while you were calm and collective. Alexander was a coffee addict while you settled with tea or iced coffee. Alexander was an orphan while you came from a huge family, you being the eldest of eight siblings. Alexander knows how to handle handguns while you know a thing or two about hunting rifles. Alexander enjoyed talking about politics, him being a huge republican, while you did not have a specific political party and had to actually enforce the ‘no speaking of religion and politics at the dinner table’ rule. Alexander was a huge flirt while you were very socially awkward. Alexander knew how to waltz and mastered ballroom dancing at a young age while you mastered the art of singing, you mainly breaking out into Broadway show tunes when you think you are alone. The list could go on and on. 

But no matter what your differences were, you were very much in love with Alexander and he was in love with you. You two met at a house party hosted by your best friend Angelica Schuyler. At the time, Alexander was dating Angelica’s sister Eliza, but they broke up some time later. You two became fast friends and some time after that, Alexander asked you out. You were taken aback but you went out with him. That one date turned into a second. Then a third. Then a fourth. Then after the seventh date, he asked you to be his girlfriend, which you said ‘yes’ to immediately. Now here you were, eleven months later, happy and still in love. What else could you ask for?


It was late one night when he came in. You had just got on your break when you noticed a man being ushered through the front doors by a few nurses. You saw he was clasping his abdomen while his face was contorted in pain. That was when you realized it was Alexander, recognizing his messy hair and tired eyes. You felt your heart skip a beat as he was ushered into an examination room. There was a somewhat commotion but nothing out of the ordinary. You rushed over and made your way into the room. A few of the nurses left when they saw you enter, figuring out that this was the boyfriend you would go on about. You retrieved a blood pressure monitor and wrapped it around Alexander’s bicep. You kept your eyes on the gauge as you pumped air into the monitor. You were so focused on this that you didn’t hear Alexander saying your name.


You jumped slightly, dropping the pump and releasing the air from the monitor. You wrote down Alexander’s blood pressure on the report and released his arm from the monitor. You then slipped on your plastic gloves.

“Let me examine the wound, Alexander.” You stated, one of your hands clasped around the wrist of the hand that was attached to his abdomen. He began to sweat nervously.

“Heh,” He nervously chuckled as his eyes darted to the side. “Well, you see-”

“Alex, this isn’t a good time to be goofing off. Just let me look at your abdomen!” You used all your strength to pry his hands from his abdomen. You rolled up his shirt, expecting to see a cut or a bruise of some sort.

What you saw caused you to immediately start laughing hysterically. Printed into Alexander’s skin, just below his ribcage, was a black and gold tattoo of a quill pen from the colonial times, “Non-Stop” inked in cursive just below it. You knew he talked about getting a tattoo some time ago back in high school but you didn’t think he’d actually do it. Looks like you owe Aaron Burr twenty dollars.

“S-Stop laughing!” Alexander cried, his face red in embarrassment. “It was a good idea! I told you I would do it!”

You wiped a tear from your eye and your laughter turned into giggles. “S-Sorry, Alex. I didn’t actually think you’d get a tattoo! That’s permanently printed into your skin!”

“I know. I thought this would make me more interesting!”

“Alex, a tattoo isn’t really something that comes up in simple conversation. Maybe if you were drunk or something. How much did this cost you?”

“About a hundred?”

You sighed and facepalmed. “You’re going to be the death of me, Alexander Hamilton.” You murmured, rubbing your thumb over the red skin around the black and gold ink. “But, it does suit you. I like it.”

“Maybe you should get a matching one?” Alexander asked, a hopeful gleam in his eyes. You looked up at him and rolled your eyes, trying not to facepalm again.

“What will match with a quill with ‘non-stop’?” 

Alexander shrugged. “A modern ball-point pen?” 

You looked up from the report you were filling out and smiled at him. “I like that. But what would the caption be?”

Alexander held your chin with his thumb and index finger. He stared into your eyes with a soft smile, his eyes searching yours. You felt your heart start beating faster and your face turned red. He only looked at you this way when he was about to say something romantic and flirtatious, making you flustered and fall in love with him all over again. This was a normal occurrence if you were in a relationship with Alexander Hamilton, him holding your chin and staring into your eyes, making you squirm and melt under his gaze.

“How about,” Alexander pressed a kiss to your lips, catching you off guard. He pulled away before you could kiss him back. “’Best of Wives and Best of Women’?”

You blinked, furrowing your brows together in confusion. “We’re not married, Alexander.”

Alexander raised an eyebrow and a smirk formed on his face. “Not yet, (Y/N).” He whispered, his other hand digging into his pant’s pocket.

You took a step away from your boyfriend and covered your mouth with both hands. Your eyes widened, causing Alexander to chuckle as he hopped off the examination table, back on his feet. 

“Are you proposing?” You whispered, lowering your hands from your mouth. Alexander smirked at you before nodding slowly, making your eyes widen even more.

He reached out and took one of your hand, kneeling as he did so. You started shaking in anticipation. Alexander pulled out a velvet ring box and murmured a silent prayer before looking you in the eye, a serious and loving look in his eyes.

“(Y/N) (L/N), you are amazing. You are a beautiful woman and I’m madly in love with you. I love your voice, your smile, your laughter, your sarcasm, your short temper, your intelligence, even your bad habits. I love waking up next to you and falling asleep with you in my arms. I love knowing that you accept me for who I am and where I came from. I want to make you as happy as you have made me this past year. The only way I can is to spend the rest of my life with you.” He opened the ring box, revealing a silver ring with a huge pear-shaped diamond. “Will you, marry me and let me make you that happy?”

All you did after he stopped speaking was launch yourself at him, sending him flying into the ground and you peppering his face with kisses, murmuring a soft ‘yes’ with every kiss. Alexander laughed and hugged you back, sitting up with you still kissing his face. Cheers and applause came from outside the room, all of your colleagues and a few patience watching you and your new fiance. Alexander cupped your face and kissed you passionately, you kissing back with the same amount of passion. After you pulled away, Alexander slipped the ring on your finger, kissing your knuckle. 

“Hey,” He whispered, holding your waist and smiling blissfully. “Best of wives and best of women.”

Tags!!: @nobeatnomelody @notthrowingawaymyfood @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit @listenlyss @hamiltrashtothemax @imagineham @elizabethschxyler @literallylin @linslovelylocks @a-blog-of-hamilton-and-writing @thatuglydino @ruth-hamilton-delrio @artisticgamer

pizza delivery girl

A/N: okay, so this idea strangely came to mind after I ordered pizza the other night and I HAD TO WRITE ABOUT IT. Also, I feel like I’ve seen a prompt like this floating around somewhere on tumblr but couldn’t find it. I hope its not too out of character for them– PLS FEEL FREE TO LET ME KNOW. I hope you guys haven’t gone anywhere! Enjoy :)
Pairing: Riley x Lucas
Words: 1,760 words


The group of Zeta Psi boys sat around the living room with a few bottles beer, reminiscing over the party they had thrown the night before. It was as if they were a bunch of high school boys, going around the room going over who hooked up with which girl.

“Ahh, saint Lucas— what a surprise. You stayed to yourself last night?” Asher asked, smirking.

“Well I’m pretty sure it’s not mandatory for me to hook up with someone…” Lucas remarks, raising a brow at his frat brother.

“Asher is just jealous because Holly was ogling Lucas all night while she was with him,” Dylan points out before the group breaks out into laughter.

Asher scowls at Dylan, though he knows it’s all in fun. Which was probably what lead to their next move of immaturity. After they came to a consensus that they were all starving, they decided to order pizza. But apparently to order pizza, they thought it would be the funniest thing in the world if they made the pizza delivery boy say something stupid when he arrives.

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“You’re hired.”

Originally posted by supernaturalismykryptonite

Pairing - Dean X Reader. Sam Winchester, Castiel, Jody, Claire, Donna, Charlie, Alex, Bobby Singer, Mother (OFC)

Word Count - 1500

Warnings - Fluff.

Summary - Dean and Y/N’s wedding planning leads to the perfect wedding day?

A/N - Written as part of @thing-you-do-with-that-thing ‘s week 3 hiatus challenge. Dialogue Prompt “could you be any louder.” Trope - Planning their wedding leads to bickering and conflicting ideas. both were used and I had so much fun writing this.

“Dean, no.” You groaned.




“Dean, no!” Your voice much louder than before.

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Reassurance. | changkyun

Member: Daddy!Lim Changkyun (I.M) / Reader
Group: Monsta X
Word Count: 600+
Genre/Warning(s): a drabble w/ nothing but fluff and love.

Originally posted by monsta-x-cuties


Waking to the billowing wail of your baby boy at fifteen minutes past three in the morning is a recurrence that doesn’t make you the slightest bit irritated anymore. Rather, your limbs move on their own accord, gripping the edge of your duvet, tossing it off your frame, and swinging your legs over the master bedroom’s mattress out of habit.

You peer at the other side of the bed, and to your surprise, your husband is nowhere in sight. Only a wrinkled imprint is left where his figure should be, serving as a telltale sign that Changkyun had risen from bed not too long ago himself, and perhaps, for the same reason you’ve been roused.

Another familiar, piercing cry echoes through the walls, causing your maternal instincts to easily drag your heavy feet toward the nursery. Upon arriving as your second yawn leaves the back of your throat, a sight between hilarity and adorableness awaits you.

Changkyun, with your rowdy son cradled in his arms, looks at you with tears as fresh as your child’s nearly coating his eyes.

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blazing arrows | pt. 2

❝The majority calls me Cupid, but, you can call me Jimin—I believe I owe you some debts for a mistake now long overdue.❞

⌲ genre: fluff, angst, future smut, & supernatural, au.

⌲ member: jimin feat. jungkookie

⌲ word count: 4101

⌲ warnings: future mature content & shit tons of swearing.

↠ description: Stuck in what seemed to be unrequited relationship with Jeon Jungkook who just so happens to be in committed relationship with someone else as well, your heart was fragmented beyond any repair. So what exactly happens when you enter your room at 3 in the morning to find the culprit of your hellish misery, counting his gold-tipped arrows on the foot of your bed—wings outstretched and all?

part one | part two | part three | ongoing

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“If you think you’re forgiven, then please,” you pointed the spoon at him, “think again.”

I already told you,” He whined, plopping down on the high kitchen chair with a pout, “I didn’t intend to hit you with that arrow. It was supposed to hit the ones beside you but the abundant amount of rain falling down that day made it very hard to see.” He rested his face on the heel of his open palms, cheeks rising in exchange, “And to make things even worse than they are, I didn’t expect Jeon Jungkook to drag you up the bus, because the next thing I know, boom, my arrow hit you.”

It had taken quite a while for you to actually warm up to the idea of him—of Cupid being real—that it had taken up three whole hours for your brain to actually process the idea of Jimin being legit that you hadn’t really noticed the sun faintly rising on your bedroom window if it weren’t for the fact that Jimin had stopped in the middle of what seemed to be his twenty-fourth repetition of his explanation as to why he had exactly showed up at three in the morning in your bedroom.

“Please don’t make me repeat myself anymore after this,” He sighed, melancholy taking over his features as he stared at the horizon through the window, “Yes, I am honestly Cupid. Yes, I committed a grave mistake when my arrow pierced through you when it really wasn’t supposed to hit you. Yes, it is my mistake—a truly honest mistake of mine—as to why you’re suffering from endless utter heartbreaks from Jeon Jungkook. Yes, I actually came down from my own comfortable haven to fix the mess I created out of my own stupidity because honestly, I just can’t stand back and watch you helplessly try to heal something that can’t be undone unless I help you. So, please, if you’d just give me the benefit of the doubt, let me fix you.”

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Josh Gad’s Tribute to Robin Williams

I recently came across a heartfelt message that Josh Gad wrote the day Robin Williams passed away, and I think it’s something everyone should read. 

“Every actor has that idol that inspires them. That makes them want to bring joy and laughter to the masses; to make people cry and think; to give people a two-hour escape from the pain of their daily lives. For me that actor was Robin Williams.

As a product of the ‘80s, I grew up with Robin’s antics. One of my first cinematic memories was seeing a one-eyed, muscled Robin singing and dancing in Robert Altman’s Popeye. His spinach-chewing drawl and bow-legged walk were fodder for imitation in my house. Looking more like a younger Bluto than Popeye, I never quite got it down, but it never stopped me from trying to emulate a master. I remember sitting through Hook and watching as Peter Banning remembered what it was like to be a boy again; to fly above the clouds and to remind us all that the power of imagination and childlike wonder is as ageless as the stories of Neverland.

I remember learning about unique words for male and female genitalia when I accidentally tuned into Comic Relief and laughed until it hurt (up to the moment my pale and mortified mother walked in and changed the channel). But above all, I remember sitting in a dark theater in South Florida in the winter of 1992 and watching a Genie come to life in Aladdin and tear a hole in the very fabric of space and time for me. It was at that moment that I realized … “That’s what I want to do with my life.”

Cut to the summer of 2011 when I was performing in The Book of Mormon on Broadway. By that time, it was common for celebrities to visit. Everyone from Bono to Oprah had come to see what the buzz was all about. It was always a thrill to look out in the audience and see a familiar face that had inspired me. But on this particular summer night, May 15 to be exact, I looked into the audience as I sang the opening lines to Hello and saw a bearded hero smiling back at me. That night, I gave what was probably the best performance I have ever given on a stage. I felt intoxicated with the knowledge that I was entertaining a man who had raised me on his comedy specials, his movies and his TV series. It would be like Luke Skywalker bringing the Empire down as Obi-Wan sits atop the Death Star and simply smiles. Or in this case, a heavyset Jedi warrior, who is desperately out of breath, performing for a master Jedi.

At the end of the show, I went up to my dressing room and received a message over the loudspeaker. Someone was waiting for me backstage. I slowly walked down the stage, trying to think of what to say when I came face to face with my hero. I remembered that he had just moved into my building on 63rd Street. As I turned the corner and saw him beaming like a proud father, I blurted out, “Hey, you live in my building!” He smiled at me and without missing a beat, exclaimed, “No boy. You live in my building!” And so began my relationship with the idol I was fortunate enough to call a friend.

That summer, as Robin was a delivering his brilliantly fierce and underappreciated performance in Bengal Tiger at the Baghdad Zoo, he and I became Broadway buddies. Every night, we would get back from the theater around the same time and share war stories about our respective shows. Soon, however, our nightly encounters evolved into a written correspondence that began as a joke and ended as one of the most cherished collections of letters I have in my possession. About once a week, we would leave notes to each other at the front desk. Opening up a letter from Robin became a ritual that I would look forward to like a child opening a gift on Christmas morning. The contents of those letters are too personal to share, but what they meant to me can never fully be expressed. Sadly, Robin’s show ended all too soon and he retreated back to San Francisco. He left me his bicycle, the same bicycle he would ride around the Hudson River daily before his shows, taking in all the splendor and beauty of the city. A moment of tranquility for a man so desperately in need of it.

As many know, my performance as Olaf in Frozen is inspired by the great Robin Williams. When I first met with the film’s directors, I told them I wanted to create a character as free and as wonderfully surprising at every turn as the greatest Disney sidekick I had ever known: the Genie. Olaf will never remotely touch the tour de force that is Robin’s Genie. Because there is only one Robin Williams. But the joy and laughter that my little snowman has brought to children is because of the man who has left this world far too early. A man who taught me to be free, to be childlike, and a man who taught me to get out of my own way as a performer. His gift was to take all of our pain away and to allow us to escape. If only we could have returned the favor.

As my best friend, Seth Gabel put it, I feel like we just lost our life coach. The one who always reminds us that regardless of the hardships we face, he will always be there to lift up our spirits. But, I like to think of him more like the clown. The one in the kingdom who entertains and lifts up the spirits of kings and paupers, knights and yeomen. The one who juggles, distracts, dazzles and mesmerizes at every turn. The one who brings us all together, despite our differences and holds court by virtue of the fact that he is not like any one of us, for he is unique and talented beyond the rest. Unfortunately, as we all too often forget, once the makeup comes off, the clown is just a man like the rest of us.

Well, today we’ve lost the clown. And now we’re left with the fools. Goodbye, friend.”

–Josh Gad, Aug 12, 2014

Josh Gad, you are my Robin Williams.

A Thousand Miles
  • Sirius has been waiting two whole days for Remus to come home from his visit to his family
  • During times like these, he spends a lot of time in Remus’ room 
  • (they share a bed every night, but they decided having two separate places for their belongings was nice)
  • He spreads out on the bed, sniffing Remus’ pillow
  • He admires the room, spotting a weird (seemingly) muggle device
  • Sirius gets up and pokes one of its weird buttons
  • But whips his wand out when it starts to make a noise
  • (His heart is going at a perfectly normal rate, thankyouverymuch)
  • Remus had told him about this. What did he call it? A player? A music player? DC player?
  • A CD player! It was a CD player. 
  • Sirius remembered Remus telling him over a cup of peppermint tea about all of his muggle devices he had taken from his childhood room, the radio and CD player being the most intriguing
  • Muggle music always fascinated Sirius, so when Remus gave Sirius a guitar for his birthday he most certainly did not cry
  • (He immediately named it Wolfstar, as he figured the guitar should be named after its parents. Remus loved it.)
  • Sirius had picked up the instrument fairly easily
  • And Remus loved to listen to Sirius play his guitar when he was just getting over a particularly bad moon
  • Sirius had stood there listening to the CD for a while, but one song stood out to him
  • It had what sounded like a young woman singing about missing the person she loved, and how she would go major distances to just see them and touch them again
  • Sirius had played that song on repeat for two hours, memorizing the lyrics and certainly not crying. 
  • He just… got an eyelash in his eyes…
  • Around the 13th rendition, he had an idea
  • He ran and grabbed his guitar from its stand in the living room 
  • For the next hour and a half he tried to figure out the chords
  • Once he thought he got them right, he tried singing too
  • He was quite pleased
  • Sirius spent the next day waiting for Remus practicing, imagining Remus’ tear-filled eyes when Sirius performed it
  • Imagining remus’ watery smile
  • His eyes filled with love
  • Not that they usually weren’t
  • Sirius just liked the extra sparkle in Remus’ eyes when he got a nice surprise
  • When Remus opened the door, he was greeted with a long and emotional kiss
  • “I missed you so much, Moony. Never leave me again.”
  • “I was gone three days, you mutt”
  • “I’m wounded.”
  • But that didn’t stop Sirius
  • He grabbed his guitar and motioned for Remus to sit on the couch
  • He stood in front of Remus
  • Took a deep breath
  • “I’ve been working on this for you. I heard this song and it resonated so much with me and with how much I miss you when you’re gone.”
  • Remus was speechless
  • Sirius sings, “Making my way down town, walking fast, faces pass, and I’m home bound. Staring blankly ahead, just making my way- making a way through the crowd.”
  • Sirius makes eye contact with Remus, “And I need you. And I miss you.”
  • Sirius thought he was successful
  • Remus certainly seemed surprised
  • And… Teary eyed
  • But… were those tears of laughter?
  • Was Remus… laughing??
  • “It’s always times like these when I think of you- Moony! What’s so funny?”
  • But Remus just gets up, still laughing
  • He slowly walks towards Sirius
  • He reaches out and takes the guitar from Sirius’ arms
  • He puts it gently on the couch
  • Still bloody laughing
  • “Moons, I don’t understa-”
  • But Remus is kissing Sirius
  • And doesn’t stop kissing him
  • Sirius never doesn’t out why Remus was laughing until a week later, when Remus has to explain what a “meme” is
  • “You’re bloody joking! I cried over that song!
  • “Wish I were. It was a nice sentiment, though, Pads.”
  • And they’re both laughing, and kissing, and bloody happy.
We Grew Up Together

Requested by @a-girl-who-loves-disneyHi Meg! May I request a Jon Snow x fem!reader? They’ve grown up together and are in love (unknown to the other though). He asks her why she’s not betrothed and he finds out that she’s interested in one of the Stark boys. He keeps trying to guess (they both joke about Rickon and Bran being the one) and whenever he guesses Robb she still says no. He eventually figured out she means him and has a hard time accepting that she loves him but they end up together at the end. Fluffy please! Thanks! :)

 Here you go, lovely!! My apologies for taking so long! I do not own Jon, Robb or Rickon. They belong to George R.R.Martin.

Warnings: Fluff!!!

Pairings: Jon Snow x fem!reader, Robb Stark, Rickon Stark

Originally posted by mhysaofdragons

Jon watched your face as you giggled at something he said. To him, that was the best part of being in Winterfell. You. Everything about you. The two of you had known each other pretty much your whole lives. You grew up in Winterfell. Over the years, Jon fell in love with you. He’d wanted to be with you, but he knew you’d never feel the same for him and that helped him make up his mind to go to the Wall. He thought there was nothing to keep him there.

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magnificentgardenlover  asked:

I'm so sorry for my last ask (I didn't mean to make you cry). But I wanted to ask since you're such an amazing writer if you could do a Keith x reader where the reader just does all kinds of silly things to get Keith to smile. Poor bby needs to smile. Thanks 💙💙💙💙💙

oh no it’s okay! it wasn’t much of sad cry it was more of like empathy (I guess)? But! Here you are, it’s kinda angsty as well but I had some fluff too

What was it like, to see the one you’ve grown to love with all of your being, break? What was it like, to watch from the sidelines, like you’re chained to a giant boulder and can do nothing, screaming, crying, begging to help them? What was it like? It’s like becoming an ant. An ant roaming in a world of giants who love everything but your kind. They’ll grab at you, until you’re so petrified you become still in a world of terror and fear. One will come, one you knew before becoming so small, and they won’t even recognize you, and they won’t care when they snatch you up and crush you.

That’s how it felt. It’s felt like that ever since Shiro had disappeared and you felt helpless. You just wanted Keith to be happy. That’s all you’ve ever wanted and all you will want.

“Keith, is everything okay? You look tired, do you want to go get some sleep?” You asked, pillows and blankets freshly dried, lay in your arms. And he smiled, that was the day that made you know. It made you know that you needed to get this boy to smile at least twice a day. His brows raised as he listened to you speak, and the fact that you noticed that about him, and even cared in the first place, made him smile with content.

“Sure, Y/n.” Keith stood, grabbing the pillows from atop the blankets before wrapping his arm around you. He brought you closer and kissed the top of your head. Echoes, was all the castle reflected of footsteps as you walked to his room.


Hours later, everyone was still asleep. Keith had woken up minutes ago due to a nightmare, he lost Shiro, again and again and again in every way possible. He lay on his side, facing your sleeping form. He rubbed his hand against your cheek, and chuckled quietly. Only for tears to escape him, running over his nose and onto his pillow. He cried for a while.

“You know I just got those cleaned, right?” You murmured, a sad smile on your face as you wrapped your arms around him, a hand on top of his head as you pulled his face to your chest, comforting him and his thoughts. Minutes later, he stopped. Nothing before or after. He just stopped as if it never even happened. Turns out he fell back to sleep, a smile on his face. You wiped his tears and waited to fall into your own peaceful slumber, just like you fell in love with him.

The next morning he awoke to shouting, you had Lance in a headlock at the door because he seemed to think waltzing into your shared room as if it was nothing was allowed. It definitely was not. He was yelling, his hands gripped to your elbows as he tried to pry himself from your tight grasp, but you held on.

“Knock next time! Got it!?!”

“Oh my gosh please let go!” You let go, shoving him lightly from the room and shutting the door. Laying back in bed. You were not a morning person. Keith was sniffing and he finally burst into laughter, cackling so much he cried.

“Oh my god I think I just pissed myself.” Lance said, running quickly from your room and to the kitchen to warn Hunk

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Jack: Where is [Ryan] right now?

Michael: I don’t know

Jack: Ryan where are you?

Michael: He had something to do. I was like “we have a podcast tomorrow” and Ryan was like “NOOO” and then he ran out

*everyone talking over each other*

Geoff: He’s saying his goodbyes to Meg *everyone starts laughing* It’s gonna be a long week apart

Jack: Broadcast appreciated that one

Geoff: eehhh christ

Jack: Do you think he has a photo of her? It’s like wolverine…

Michael: Oh for sure!

Jack: …where he cries over it

Geoff: Where he gets tattooed on his cock *more laughter from broadcast* They’re great

Michael: I mean those guys and their punishment streams…they’re always getting into it

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crash course on arctic monkeys? pls

The Band

Alex Turner

  • singer, songwriter, guitarist
  • deceptively tiny - a beAN in fact
  • many different hair eras - pick your favourite and defend it with your life
  • a lyrical genius but unable to string a normal sentence together in everyday conversation (that rock ‘n’ roll, eh?)
  • used to go out with Alexa Chung, they were beautiful and looked like a renaissance painting when they kissed and everyone cried when they broke up
  • dances like a drunk uncle at a family barbeque but no one will stop him? someone please save him from his own hubris

Matt Helders

  • drummer, aka the agile beast, aka matthew j helders iii
  • strong and friendly
  • a beautiful and funny man
  • is engaged to the girl (Breana) in the suck it and see video, a fact thay makes me die of of laughter everytime i think about it. recently announced that soon they shall be parents
  • Kayne once said he was almost as good as Phil Collins, Matt probably cried when he heard

Jamie Cook

  • guitarist
  • he has the strongest accent of them all it’s glorious
  • “”jameh””
  • hates twinnings tea
  • married to the wonderful katie, also soon to be a father
  • the babies first word will probably be “eh”

Nick O’ Malley

  • bassist
  • an unproblematic cinnamon roll?
  • Yellamo Salohcin
  • Has a beautiful baby boy named Hearst, the first tru Dad of the band
  • only joined after the first album was out for four months, replacing andy nicholson, learned the entire repetoire in two days

they’ve all been friends since they were tiny so there’s never any drama or fights or anything, it’s all good vibes and happy times? a good bunch of people

The Albums

Whatever People Say I Am, That’s What I’m Not

  • sort of a concept album except not really, deals with themes of growing up and going out in the north of england
  • “oh well they might wear classic reeboks/or knackered converse/or tracky bottoms tucked in socks”
  • a massive massive success, fastest selling album in british chart history etc etc
  • makes u all nostalgic for the good times u never experienced u kno

Favourite Worst Nightmare

  • sounds harder and louder sort of
  • a lot of ppls fave album? i can see why its very very good
  • went straight to mumber 1, won awards etc etc
  • srsly its so good


  • my favourite album
  • some o’ that ‘umbug music, that full moon music eh?
  • lyrically out of this world, above and beyond anything else ive ever heard
  • produced by josh homme, divided fans over their new sound
  • dance little liar?? secret door?? pretty visitors?? crying lightning?? what a good glorious album??
  • the best hair era imho
  • atmospheric and dreamy like alexs voice is so? but still really exciting, lots of good sing-along songs too. but dark and broody u kno

Suck It And See


  • the album that got me into the arctic monkeys
  • made them the global sucess they are today, but also like. divided fans once more bc suddenly am were popular and that always shakes things up
  • [[quiff and leather intensifies]]
  • i still unironically love it i listen to it like once a week
  • the last song is actually a john cooper clarke poem al reworked
  • alas al has now lost the quiff and is now growing some sort of gel monstrosity on his scalp, also he refuses to shave, maybe his new girlfriend taylor can help

Other Projects

Miles Kane + The Last Shadow Puppets

  • on the FWN tour the monkeys were supported by a band called The Rascals, fronted by one Mr. Miles Kane, a beautiful and talented turtle from liverpool
  • Miles and Alex immediatley fell in love became best friends and started writing songs together
  • in 2008, in between FWN and Humbug, they released an album called The Age Of The Understatement under the name of The Last Shadow Puppets
  • wikipedia describes it as ‘baroque’ and i really cant fault that
  • its big and loud and glourious and beautiful and it sounds like a western or a thriller or some other massive vista spanning soundtrack
  • its honestly the best thing either of them have ever done
  • Al and Mi keep doing things that make us think there’ll be another one, in the last few weeks the rumour mill has been especially busy
  • Also you should definitley listen to Miles’ own albums, Colour of the Trap and Don’t Forget Who You Are, as Miles is beautiful and stylish and one of my favourite people and an astoundingly talented musician and both Noel and Paul Weller guest star on his albums
  • oh yeah and alex bought him and miles matching turtlenecks for christmas
  • a handy and useful masterpost of Alex and Miles interactions
  • Alex and Miles are also. Uh. Look one time NME gave them the “Pete‘n’Carl” award.
  • i mean look at this

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Submarine Soundtrack

  • Richard Ayoade is an old friend of the band and asked Al to do the soundtrack to his film, Submarine, so Alex did and its beautiful
  • it sounds like stars and dreams and midnight and fireworks
  • i cry almost every single time i listen to it

More Fun Arctic Monkeys Facts

  • the NME is obsessed with them they had an entire issue dedicated to AM when it came out
  • oh yeah the band also has like a secret “”alter ego”” called The Death Ramps which is like? a fake biker gang that alex made up so they could release stuff pseudonymously. also miles kane is a member and alex made them all matching death ramps rings and he and miles never take theirs off
  • this is a very useful masterpost and has more accurate info
  • and this cover compilation is also very nice indeed
  • jamie cook used to work as a tiler even when he was still in the band
  • matt is also a dj he’s very very cool like that
  • matt’s tour diaries are essential viewing
  • oh yeah and alex’s short story A Choice of Three which is really good
  • al contibuted to the Mini Mansions song Vertigo and it’s awful but his verse is weirdly mesmerising. but the rest of it is really bad, als part is from 1:29 to 2:15 so u can ignore the rest
  • honestly one of the coolest and my most favourite bands please enjoy your journey