this is one of my favorite things i have ever seen in new york. ever

Lin-Manuel Miranda on His Lifelong Oscars Obsession and Why the Show Still Matters (Guest Column)

The Hollywood Reporter
February 20, 2017

During college, Lin-Manuel Miranda and a friend used to improvise interpretative dance tributes to best picture nominees at their annual Oscar party. “It was a lot of breathing and rolling around,” recalls the creator of the Broadway smash Hamilton. “We had a great Seabiscuit dance one year.”

For the New York-born son of Puerto Rican parents — his father a political consultant, his mother a psychologist — it was just another phase of a lifelong fascination with the Oscars that began when he was growing up in the Inwood section of Manhattan, playing and replaying the telecasts that his family recorded on their VCR. At 37, Miranda is about to cross the threshold from superfan to participant: “How Far I’ll Go,” which he wrote for the Disney film Moana, is nominated for original song, and on Feb. 26, Miranda (with his mother) will attend his first Academy Awards.

It’s an auspicious step in a career that will see him star with Emily Blunt and Colin Firth in Disney’s 2018 Mary Poppins Returns and collaborate with composer Alan Menken on the studio’s live-action The Little Mermaid, one of Miranda’s favorite films and, he reveals here, the gateway to his Oscars obsession.

My brain is a compendium of Oscar moments: Tom Hanks’ beautiful acceptance speech when he won best actor for Philadelphia in 1994. Roberto Benigni climbing over chairs and wanting to make love to everybody in the world when Life Is Beautiful won best foreign-language film in 1999. Kim Basinger presenting in 1990 and telling the audience that one of the best films of the year, Do the Right Thing, was not nominated. For her to take a stand, 25 years before #OscarsSoWhite, was incredible — and impressive because time has shown the prescience of that film.

I expect we’ll see more of that this year. It’s a political time, so I imagine the Oscars will look exactly like your Twitter or Facebook feed. Why should we ignore for three hours what we’re talking about 24 hours a day?

The Oscars were always a family affair when I was a kid. One sort of unintentional tradition we had every year was during the “In Memoriam” part of the show. My family called it the “She died?” section because my dad, who is pop culture-oblivious, would always go, “She died? He died? She died?!” the whole time. So, it was very sad and yet also very funny watching my dad catch up.

When I was a kid, the Oscars felt like this impossibly larger-than-life thing. The first time I felt like I had a horse in the race was in 1990. I was 10, and The Little Mermaid was up for best song and best score. They did that crazy “Under the Sea” number with the late, great Geoffrey Holder and dudes in scuba outfits tap-dancing with flippers. We had a tradition of recording the show on our VHS, and I must have watched it a million and a half times.

There was also an amazing Chuck Workman montage at the beginning of the show that depicted 100 years of filmmaking with classic scores. I was already in love with movies, but this was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my life.

That was the period when Billy Crystal was hosting, and I would memorize his musical spoofs of the year’s top films. He did them with Marc Shaiman, whom I’m working with right now on Mary Poppins Returns… I was a huge fan of those moments and musical numbers — they showed a genuine love of movies while still poking fun at them. I may also be the only person in America who laughed his ass off to “Uma, Oprah. Oprah, Uma.” David Letterman’s commitment to that bit was enough to put it over the top for me. He didn’t care if no one got it. In his head, it was funny.

Hosting the Oscars is not a thing I would ever want to do… You always have to do this dance as a host: You’re playing to a billion people at home, and you’re playing to anxious contestants in a room, and that’s an insanely hard thing to divide. It’s the most thankless task in the world. I have a pretty healthy ego, but it does not extend in that direction. I’d much rather be the guy writing the opening tune than having to deliver it.

Another Oscar moment that really stuck with me was when Whoopi won her best supporting actress for Ghost. I’ll never forget, at the top of her acceptance speech she said, “Ever since I was a little kid, I wanted this,” which is so rare. Then she said, “As a little kid, I lived in the projects, and you’re the people I watched. You’re the people who made me want to be an actor.” For me, it was like she was saying, “If you want this, you can get it, too. I’m proof that you can.”

I had been seeing myself in this world since I was old enough to do anything, and it was as if she reached through the screen to talk to me. I was that kid. Even my mother used to say, “Remember what Whoopi said.”

That speech was the inspiration for the opening song I co-wrote for Neil Patrick Harris, “Bigger,” for the 2013 Tony Awards:

There’s a kid in the middle of nowhere sitting there, living for Tony performances singin’ and flippin’ along with the Pippins and Wickeds and Kinkys, Matildas and Mormonses / So we might reassure that kid and do something to spur that kid  / ‘Cause I promise you all of us up here tonight, We were that kid and now we’re bigger

Another of my favorite moments was in 2005, when they had Antonio Banderas sing “Al Otro Lado Del Rio” from The Motorcycle Diaries, which was nominated for best song. And then when Jorge Drexler, who composed it, won, he went onstage and sang it, like, “This is how it really goes.” It was so funny and ballsy and great. I’m happy whenever Latinos win anything, so I was thrilled by both performances.

I can’t tell you what it feels like in that room because this will be my first time at the Oscars, but I can tell you why the Oscars matter. It’s a night when the arts and artists are formally honored, and this recognition is seen by millions of people across the country and around the world. The show inspires people to keep pursuing their craft, or to seek out the nominated films or the overall body of work of the nominees, and through that exposure, people gain a greater appreciation of what the art of filmmaking brings to our culture.


but, i’m getting ahead of myself. ahem. let’s take a look at a little gif that’s been floating around the internet recently, one of my favorites, actually.

That whole “favorite” thing was sarcasm. Don’t know if I communicated that directly.

I fucking despise this gif. It’s so god damn simple. The fucking head shape has to morph like 3x to transition to each character. It’s literally the dumbest thing I’ve ever seen try and validate the similarities in today’s cartoons, because it’s a BASIC FUCKING HEADSHAPE. THAT MOST CHARACTERS HAVE. Yet somehow, it’s kind of a centerpiece to this anti-CalArts sentiment that’s spreading. So uh, let’s break it down, shall we?


The Amazing World of Gumball was created by Ben Bocquelet, who didn’t go to CalArts because he lives in the UK, fuck you. Like, i’m not even gonna make an argument for this.

also have you seen the fucking plethora of creative designs on this show in a fucking multitude of mediums? why is this even in this gif

Steven Universe

Steven Universe was created by Rebecca Sugar, who went to the School of Visual Arts in New York, fuck you.

also, uh remember the fucking pilot?

oh man so simplistic and generic

wOW tHe FuCK?? ? they A L L  LOok the SAme


jesus okay, how about the 3 shows from this gif actually made by CalArts grads, Gravity Falls, Clarence, and SvTFOE.

you ever considered that CalArts grads (or art student grads in general) don’t just come out the school tassel to the left, directly to the studio, and sit down at a table and draw for nine months until the show is born, with the show looking exactly the same way as the first sketch? ever considered that studios, simplify design for appeal or due to constraints? That maybe some studios have a style that no matter the initial design the creator has to adhere to? That maybe some execs MAKE the creators draw in a way that’s similar to other shows, in order to bring in an audience?

also have you considered the plethora of cartoons that exist not spearheaded by calarts alums? cause there’s a lot.

TL;DR stop demonizing CalArts (and its alums). It did nothing to you. It was sitting across the schoolyard minding it’s own business and you threw a dodgeball at it’s head. Now apologize or you can go stand on the wall for 5 more minutes.


(SOME OF) Aurora’s Isak & Even fan fic recommendations:

work in progress:

*** in better light, everything changes by TimeInABottle

“I just checked the revue website and blackmailing people for smoking weed wasn’t listed under the Kosegruppa description”

Isak accidentally texts a stranger (Even) while trying to text Sana.

*** life is now (and now, and now) by FlyByNightGirl

What do you mean season 3 of Skam ended?? Nei ???

In which the clips for season 3 update, because there is so much more of Isak and Even’s relationship we haven’t seen, so. Here it is, congratulations.

*** love’s ignorant of time by mishabloom

That time Isak found himself feeling a lot more like Sonja, when he got a call from the only person he didn’t think he’d ever hear from, or Isak decides to save Even and uncovers all the feelings he’s been bottling up since their break up

run boy run by pansexuaIeven

In the season 1 timeline, Eva decides to transfer schools after all and ends up at Elvebakken. When her and Even become friends and decide to fake date in order to make their exes jealous, what happens when Isak and Even meet?

lost boys (not ready to be found) by kittpurrson

Even is a disillusioned media studies student who wishes he hadn’t screwed up his film school applications. Isak is a prickly bioscience student who figured leaving his mother’s house for UiO would magically fix all of his problems.

AKA a college AU, wherein Isak and Even meet later than they were destined to, but still save each other right back.

learning as we go by robotmogul

(the fan fic is now sadly gone, but hopefully it will come back to me)

the curtains are blue by daigina

There are a million Even and Isaks in a million different universes. This is one of them.

or, the coffee shop au no one asked for

Headed Straight for the Castle  by boxesofflowers, Eeyoreneedsahug, safficwriter

Isak is the heir to the throne of one of the most powerful nations in the world, but he would rather be anyone else. Being a prince, growing up in the public eye, never making any choices of his own - it’s all been overwhelming. After sneaking out one night, he meets a college student that makes him smile for what feels like the first time. Can he cling to this one point of normality? And will his family - and the tabloids - find out the truth?

Lost In Reality by hippopotamus

When Isak first starts at Nissen, there’s a third year boy, Even, who likes to make fun of him, always pretending to ask him out on dates and calling him beautiful. For some reason Even disappears in february of that first year, and Isak doesn’t think he’ll ever seen him again, but clearly fate has different plans, when he walks into school to start second year and Even is back, repeating his third year and back to taunting Isak as if nothings changed (except maybe how Isak feels about it).

The Boy Who Couldn’t Hold His Breath Under Water by nklngrm

A story about 17-years-old Isak Valtersen who goes to a summer camp, to one where he has been going for a few years now. Little did he know that this year was going to change his whole life as in there’s a new, very attractive supervisor who turns Isak’s world upside down.


*** something more by milk_o_vich

(Chris/Isak & Even&Isak fan fic)

Isak had always felt something more. And he knew Chris was probably doing it on purpose. He was teasing Isak – teasing him with the possibility that maybe, someday, they might be more than this, whatever this was. And Isak had fallen for it, hook line and sinker, because it had been one year and whilst Chris continued to fuck anyone he liked, Isak only ever had eyes for Chris.

The Comments Below  by DickAnderton

Isak is a notoriously lazy gamer living with lgbt icon Eskild. When they invite youtube sensation Even Bech Naesheim over for a collaboration, #Evak is born. But it is not only their viewers who are falling in love.

*** that’s not my name  by cuteandtwisted

“Isak.” Even smiled, then licked his lips. “Wanna go back to my place?”


aka: Isak is an exchange student in new york city where he meets a very forward and bewitching Even.

Or: The one-night stand AU some of you asked for.

I’m not in love by cuteandtwisted

Isak was not in love. Nope. Not even close.

Or: Even never transferred to Nissen in his third year, so they meet in college instead.
Uni AU in which Isak doesn’t believe in love but Even Bech Næsheim won’t stop kissing him.

would it be a sin if if i can’t help falling in love with you? by cosetties

“I mean, I already have a thing with – “ Isak waves his hand in the air. Conjuring up a girl should be way easier than this. Magnus had a girlfriend at Bakka for three months, and Isak doubts that she ever existed. All Isak has to do is make up a name, but his mouth dries up. He clears his throat. “A thing with – “

“Even,” the guy says, extending his hand for Emma to shake.

(Or, the fake relationship AU.)

Show Me Where My Armor Ends by ikerestrella

“Oh, do you also need tissues?”
That’s what the trespasser says when he goes home and finds him in the bathroom. He’s grasping at least ten tissues in one hand, while the other rubbing up and down his denim jacket. The trespasser raises his head, mouth shaped into a comical “O”, and extends the boy his paper-ridden hand.

The next second the boy has his shovel pointed at him.
“Get out of my house.”

OR: A very loosely-based The Little Prince AU where Even, the cool astronaut who travels around the universe with a self-made spaceship, accidentally lands on a baobab-covered asteroid and—as he definitely does in every parallel universe—steals some toilet paper, and gets caught red-handed by Isak, the sulking blonde boy who lives alone on the little planet.

Wrong number by IsakEven

Isak wants to text Jonas but he accidentally texts Even.

possibly (maybe) i’m falling for you by boxesofflowers, Eeyoreneedsahug, safficwriter

Even tries to get Isak to smile with coffee. Every time he buys Isak coffee, he becomes more determined to find the perfect drink (and falls in love along the way

Ground Me by Bellakitse

In which despite his father helping with rent, Isak still needs money and therefore a job.

Isak gets a job at a cafe and meets a barista who’s beauty blows Isak away.

*A coffee shop AU where pretty boys fall in love*

One Shots:

True or False by iriswests

Seven moments between Isak and Even (+1 with Sonja), ranging from the ages of four and six to the ages of seventeen and nineteen, respectively.

Or, the childhood best friends AU no one asked me for.

Sideways and Slantways  by iriswests

Isak gets stuck in an elevator with the one person he’s vowed never to speak to again. This eventually prompts a conversation long overdue, but not without the memories flooding his brain like a broken dam first.

The hot muffin thief by Bellakitse

There is a magical muffin at the café where Isak’s buddy Jonas works. It’s Isak’s lifeline, he has it every day and then one day some hot art hipster steals his muffin.

hey little firecracker, baby, tell me where you’ve been by gravinnen

Isak’s been so focused on Even’s birthday, he’s kind of forgotten Valentine’s Day is a thing that exists.

the end

*** will probably destroy you, and you’ll need years to recover. Also these are probably my top 5, so def recommend those but all the ones I have up here are amazing.

ALSO, so sorry if your favorite fic isn’t here. I probably just missed it or haven’t read it (if that’s the case, please do link ;) ) Anyway this list turned out longer than expected. 

The Notebook Ch.1

Title: The Notebook
Character: Lin X Reader
Prompt: When the reader runs into Lin in the airport, (literally “runs” into him), an accidental notebook swap occurs in the confusion, and they go home with each other’s work.
Word Count: 2,859 (wowie)
W/T: none???
A/N: wow it’s been a while. Two things; 1, this is literally a dream I had. 2, I blame @secretschuylersister for wearing off on me enough to write this.


The blinding lights and bustling streets of New York only seem like background noise to you at this point in your life. You’ve lived here since you graduated college, and it hasn’t been as bad as you’d originally thought. Sure, the towering skyscrapers and ceaseless shouting or honking outside of your apartment was much different than the silent cricket chirps outside of your family’s home back in Missouri, but it was a much needed change.

In fact, living in New York has changed your life completely. You were still the same kiddo from the small country town back home, aspiring to do great things. You still said “y'all”. You still lived off of sweet tea. You still had all of your little traits you’d gained from growing up there. But once you hit New York? “Culture Shock” was really the only way to describe it.

It seemed like you were never alone in the “City that Never Sleeps”. The streets were never empty, the lights glaring from the billboards outside of your window were your new night stars, and you always saw something new everyday. It’s was probably one of the best places for you to be with your dream job; writing. A new thing seen on the side of the street fueled a new song lyric, a new poem, a new story, and new something. You were constantly jotting stuff down in your favorite black notebook, usually adding to your current project; a musical.

“Hey, Y/N, do you want me to go get you something before you leave for the airport?” Your roommate’s voice inquires from the opposite side of the dining room table, her head resting in her hand defeatedly from her work. You don’t even bother to peal your eyes away from your page, frantically scribbling down yet another lyric for one of your main characters. “Nah, I’ll probably just grab something quick on the way to the airport. Thanks though, Ky.” She raises an eyebrow at you, obviously doubting that you will. “Uh huh. Like all of those other times that you’ve said that you’ll get something to eat on the way out, and proceed to not go out, continue to write in that stupid notebook of yours, and stay up until I wake up the next morning?”

“Okay okay, you’ve got me there.” You breathe, allowing for her to pull the black leather bound pages away from you. “But what can I say, Ky? I’m basically a writing machine, I just can’t help it. There’s too many ideas locked up inside of my mind to not write them all down. I wanna share them with the world!”

“You can keep writing about those silly little characters you’ve got after you eat something, Y/N. There’s my leftovers in the fridge I’ll let you have if you eat them right now.” Kylie offers, gesturing to the stainless steel door behind her. “Yeah yeah, okay. No need to blackmail me here.” You retort, rolling your eyes and nudging her aside. Slipping your hand around the cool handle, you yank the door open and pull out the white styrofoam box, ready to devour it in order to keep writing. “You never talk to me about anything besides your stupid musical now, Y/N. I wanna talk about other stuff.” Kylie huffs, flopping into the wooden chair across from yours at the table.

“That came out of nowhere.” You chuckle, settling back into your spot, this time eating instead of writing. “I know, but I feel like you’ve just been kinda distant lately. I don’t think you’ve actually talked to me about your life for at least a month-oh my god you’ve never talked to me about your love life. Tell me. Now.” Kylie gushes, her eyes widening at the thought of not knowing. “I’ve never talked about it because it’s non-existent.” You joke through a mouthful of a quesadilla. “When was your last relationship?” She questions, her eyebrows furrowing slightly with concern. You simply shrug. “Last kiss?” “Never had one.” “Last time you were in love?!” “Does the kid I hated in 1st grade count?”

“Oh my god, why have you never told me that you’re helpless?!” Kylie cries, flailing her hands around frantically. “I didn’t realize that my love life was a big deal to you?” You snort, suddenly reconsidering if you should’ve just lied to her and said you had a boyfriend. Wow, that actually did make you sound really lonely. Nice going. “Um, hello?! Being in love is one of the-no, IS the best feeling in the world?!”

“Love is a choice, not really an emotion, KyKy.” You correct, gently pointing your fork at her in correction. Or at least, that’s what you’ve always known it as. Throughout high school, you saw relationship after relationship go strong for a solid three months, and then crash and burn because the “feeling just wasn’t there” and they’d already moved on to a new lover. You never understood how people could just hook up because of “a feeling”, and then not try to fix it if they thought it was that important. It’s always seemed like it should be an effort from both parties, not just “run with this instinct”. That and everyone in your school were a bunch of idiots.

“Wow. Okay I need to take you out with me sometime, you’re going to get a boyfriend to call your own.” Kylie breathes, making it sound like it’s going to be a hassle. “Hey! I’m perfectly lovable, thank you very much.” You snap, narrowing your eyes at her. “Oh are you now, little Miss No-Love-Life?” She throws back just as quickly. “By the sounds of it, you really aren’t.”

“Well it’s not just that nobody’s ever had a crush on me, I can name off a couple. It’s a matter of them not sharing the same ideals and such as me.” “Oh, please do go on. I’m curious of what these ideals could possibly be.” Kylie teases, leaning into her hands playfully.

“Simple. None of them have ever understood my love for writing, how I need to throw my thoughts onto paper, how I want too make something out of thin air.” There were a couple of people from high school you can remember having a bit of a thing for you, but at the same time you can remember how you cast them away way too quickly when you got to know them. In retrospect, you were probably kinda cruel to them, but you’ve always stood by what you learned from growing up. Your stubbornness wasn’t about to give in on the one thing that you’ve always loved.

“Oh, so you want someone who’s just as insane as you about writing, so that you two can die together because you forgot about your needs for survival? Got it.” Kylie laughs, still in disbelief that guys had crushes on you. “Whatever, Ky. Just give me my notebook back already, I’ve gotta get going.” You fume, shoving the empty takeout box at her from across the table. “Okay, geez. Didn’t know you were such a crabby person when you’re away from your paper.” She sighs, handing back your notebook. “Most people would get upset if you held their child hostage.”

“Wow, you really are obsessed with that thing, aren’t you?”

“Goodbyeeeee Kylie.” You draw out, wrapping your hand around the handle of your luggage, and tossing your backpack over your shoulder as you head for the front door. “Waitwaitwaitwait.” She fumbles, racing towards you. She wraps her thin arms around you, embracing you tightly. “Stay safe, Y/N. And find yourself a boyfriend while you’re at it.” You roll your eyes jokingly and hug back, the resentment from moments ago melting away.

“Okay, now get going you lug. I want the apartment to myself for as long as I can get.” Kylie finishes, gently pushing you out the door and into the complex’s hallway. “Whatever. I’ll see you in two weeks, you snot.” You call back, rolling your bag towards the elevator.

Tucking an earbud into your ear, you bury your phone into your pocket and pull you pencil out from behind your other ear, already jotting some more stuff down about your main characters and their backgrounds. Maybe have them meet at a party? No, that’s too High School Musical-y. Maybe in the park? Meh, cliché. What about if they just run into each other somewhere-literally run into each other? That’s a good one, adds to the comedic effect. Would their best friends push them back together? Is there going to be a huge fight, or will there be a tragedy for one of them that makes the super withdrawn? Why not both? Will one of them die in the end? Will one of them leave and fall for someone else? Will there be a happily ever after-ew no. Happy endings always happen by happenstance, and it’s just not logical. That doesn’t happen in the real world. No happy endings.

Thoughts continue to flood through your mind and onto the paper as you hit the outside of your apartment building and whistle for a taxi, hoping that one stops within the next five minutes. Luckily, the first one manages to see you and pulls over, letting you climb in the back. The driver’s gruff voice calls to you, “Where ya headed?”. “JFK.” You quickly respond, scratching something out on another page just to rewrite the idea. “Ya don’t sound like yer from ‘round here, little lady. You headed back home or sometin’?” He asks curiously, his voice rather warm and inviting, like your favorite uncle or something.

“Is it that easy to tell?” You laugh, forcing yourself away from your journal for a little bit to keep a conversation with him. “Trust me, lil’ lady, I’ve had ma fair share of outta-towners in this her’ girl. Ya sound kinda southern, but not really. Midwest maybe?” He guesses, tilting his dark sunglasses down to look at you from his rearview mirror. “You’re good.” You nod, smiling at his correct answer. “That’s what I thought.” He smirks, pushing his sunglasses back up the bridge of his nose. “Anytin’ in particular yar’ leavin’ for?”

“Nothing more than returning home for a couple of weeks at this point. Maybe busting with some old friends, who knows.” You answer distantly, the thoughts of what could happen at home overcoming you for a moment. There’s so many people you haven’t seen in what feels like forever. And you haven’t seen your dog in ages, either. “Simple 'nuff. Wish I could go back home fer’ a lil’ bit, ya know? Get ta visit with ma Nana again, see how she’s been doin’.”

“How long has it been since you’ve gone home?” You question, taking in his features as you do so. A bit larger, receding hairline pretty evident, dark sideburns, and an impressive beard to match. They all seem to fit his voice perfectly. “Uh, let’s see her’. Probably when I graduated, so… Eleven ye-nah, that’s too short. Probably somewhere closer ta fifteen or so, s'uppose.” He draws out, scratching his curly beard. “Fifteen years?!” You instinctively blurt out, instantly regretting it. “Ya, I’ve been stuck up her’ in da Big Apple fer’ a long while now, ya know? I just haven’t really given myself a chance ta get outta her’. Glad ya can, doh. Helps lift ma spirits a bit, seein’ ya off.”

“Speakin’ a which, her’ ya are, lil’ lady! The famous plane port of da Big Apple!” He presents, parking the cab along the curb next to the front entrance. You blink a bit, taking in the sudden appearance of the airport and its towering parts. “Oh wow. We got here fast. How much do I owe you?” You start pulling your wallet out of your backpack, but a gentle, calloused hand sets itself on your shoulder. Slightly confused, you turn towards the front seat, only to be greeted by the same smiling face as before.

“No charge fer’ ya, lil’ lady. It’s been a bit since I’ve had a good ol’ conversation with someone, ya know? Ever'one her’ is always in a rush and snappy, wantin’ ta get somewhere quick. Thank ya for given ma a good laugh today.”

You don’t know how to respond. Your mouth has opened to try and deter him, but nothing comes out, which only makes his grin wider and more toothy. “Now get a move on, lil’ lady. Don’t want ya ta be a missin’ dat flight of ya’s cuz’ I’m bein’ nice.”

Flabbergasted, you slowly climb out of the backseat and onto the sidewalk, bag and notebook in hand, and watch the dandelion yellow taxi pull away, leaving a thin cloud of exhaust in its wake. You glance down at your watch, the minute hand hovering over the 6 is all the indication you need to start booking it to your gate.

Weaving between as many people as you can while still jotting stuff down about that taxi driver in your notebook, you hurry across the airport, trying to multitask and catch your plane all in due time. It’s not as hard as you thought it would be, considering everyone was clearing a path for you as you plowed towards them.

Well, except one person.

Your notebook goes clambering to the glossy tile floor as you topple to the ground, your backpack slipping off of your shoulder and your luggage rolling out of reach. Your back crashes against the hard ground, and your lungs collapse in on themselves for a moment on impact. Thank god you had the wind knocked out of you for a second, because if you hadn’t, you probably would’ve said something utterly embarrassing about the rather cute guy on top of you, his face inches from yours.

“Oh shi- I’m so sorry! Here lemme-uh-…” He fumbles, trying to push himself off of you as quickly as possible without making it more awkward. He manages it, (somehow), and offers you a hand, which you take, a bit dazed from the impact still. Wow, he’s stronger than he looks. “Uhhh…” He sounds off, awkwardly brushing some invisible dust off of your clothes. “Sorry about that. I get kinda caught up in my head sometimes.”

“No, it’s fine, I do too. I should’ve looked where I was going in the first place.” You apologize, leaning down to pick up your notebook. “Oh, let me get that for you.” He instantly states, snatching it up in his hands. “Huh, this one looks like the one I have.” He chuckles slightly, patting his pocket for a second before going into a panic. “Wait, where is my notebook?” He stammers out, spinning around to look for it.

“Oh, is this it?” You ask, picking up an identical notebook to yours next to your slightly rolled away luggage. His face immediately softens at the sight of it, his eyes almost brightening. “Wow, we really are a mess, huh?” He laughs nervously, swapping notebooks with you.



A single best of silence passes between the two of you, before your watch beeps at you. You glance down to it to see that your flight leaves in five minutes, and panic washes over you. “Sorry Lin, but I don’t wanna miss my plane. Nice talking to you!” You shout over your shoulder as you take off in a dead sprint for your exit, which is now within sight.

Frantically waving down the flight attendant like in the movie Home Alone, she graciously reopens the door to the plane for you, and you quickly take to your seat, pushing your carry on into whatever overhead space you can find.

The seatbelt light flickers on overhead, and you try to settle into place. Luckily, not many people are on the flight to St. Louis, so you have the row to yourself. The flight attendants flow into the isle to do their normal routine of safety, but you tune them out and set your notebook on your lap, digging out a pencil from your backpack, ready to write again. That taxi driver really gave you a new idea for a character that helps advance the plot of your musical.

Flipping open to a random page, you skim over everything, trying to find the right area to start again. Let’s see, Laurens and Hamilton have a thing for each other, Angelica has a thing for Hamilton, Jefferson is a magenta ass-wait. Since when did you have a Laurens? Or a Hamilton? Or an Angelica? Or a Jefferson? When did they all develop a thing for each other? This handwriting doesn’t look like yours, it’s too nice for scribbles.

You thumb through the other pages, becoming more and more frantic as you see the same penmanship sprawling across the other yellowing pages. Where did all of your work go?! When did it get replaced with this- this- what do you even call this?!

Then it hits you. The clumsy yet cute man that tackled you. The awkwardness of the encounter. The panic over notebooks.

Oh no.

Lin has your notebook.

And you have his.


Please give me feedback on this story, because I’ve been away so long!

Chapter One [Beyond the Sunrise, LMMxReader]

Summary: The stranger from the diner is more familiar with your family than you realized.

Word Count: 2,377

Warnings: Slow burn, mentions of drinking?

Authors notes:  Sab - Guys. Dreams are coming true (specifically, mine). This is the first chapter and we are so excited to share with you guys! Mostly because pre-ITH Lin is my spirit animal.

Ren - You guys have no idea how excited we are for you to finally dive in with us into this story! Sab and I have a ~thing~ for pre-ITH Lin and the way this story flows when we write kinda speaks for itself. We really hope you guys enjoy it as much as we do!

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“Mom, slow down- What do you need me to do?” You thanked the universe for having a slow day at your job when your mom called. Those phone calls were never calm or short, but today she sounded especially nervous. “Ava? Is she okay?”

I got a call from school, hon, they asked to pick her up earlier, something about a stomach or a headache, I don’t remember.” You rolled your eyes at your mom’s neglect and how it never changed, even after having three daughters. “Since your job is closer to Hunter and I’m on the other side of the city I was wondering if-

“If I can pick her up? Sure, I’ll have to talk to my boss but we’re having a slow day anyway.” You took a deep breath after listening to your mother giving you instructions on how to find your way inside Hunter like you have never been there, hanging up on her after a quick goodbye.

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Tom Holland Imagine: Jealousy

Summary: You and Tom have a fight over his relationship with Zendaya

A/N: Hi bbies I wrote this with no prior plan and in one sitting so I’m very sorry if you don’t like it cause I was literally making up everything as I wrote it O.O

Warnings: fighting, harmful words


I stared at my phone as yet another photo of Tom and Zendaya sitting awfully close appeared in my tagged photos on Instagram. The caption didn’t help how I felt.

“Tom and Z have been spending so much time together lately… does anyone know if he’s even still dating Y/N? She’s seems kind of irrelevant to him now… can’t blame him though lol”

I threw my phone on my bed and stormed out of the house. I needed air.

Tom stared at me in shock from the couch as he saw me storm past him.

“Y/N? Where are you going?”


“That’s not very specific… and it could be dangerous. Why don’t I go with you-”


Tom was caught off guard by my aggressive tone. He had never really seen me angry before. Our whole relationship was built off of trust so we were always honest with each other which lead to very few disagreements.

“Y/N, love, is everything alright?”

Tom’s sweet tone was all I needed to begin crying.

“No, nothing is alright. But it’s not like you care or notice. You spend all your time with fucking Zendaya.”

“Zendaya? Is that what this is about? You’re jealous? Love, she’s just a friend and a cast mate.”

“Don’t bullshit me, Tom. I’m not crazy and I’m certainly not stupid or blind. I’ve been in this situation before.”

“Y/N, nothing is going on with me and Zendaya! Don’t you trust me!?”

“I thought I did, Tom! But every single picture I see of you two, you’re basically on top of each other and you two spend an awful amount of alone time together. And don’t you think it’s a little bit odd that she takes you to meet all of her friends but doesn’t take Harrison, Jacob or Laura?”

“Harrison was sick and Jacob and Laura’s families were in town! That’s the only reason I was alone with Zendaya that day!”

“That still doesn’t explain why you two ALWAYS have to be next to each other in pictures and why she flew you and Harrison out to New York the other day!”

“Y/N, you’re overreacting. Please stop before this gets blown out of proportion.”

“Yeah, well, too late for that.”

And with that I was gone.


It had been days since I last spoke to Tom. I was staying at my friend Adam’s house. I knew this would probably come back to bite me considering Adam and I used to date, but Tom and everyone else knew we were strictly friends now.

“Y/N, I made some pancakes!”

“Alright, coming! You better have bacon as well!”

“Well of course!”

I giggled and opened Instagram. I noticed tons of Tom’s fans commenting on my pictures calling my things like “whore”, “slut” and and saying “kill yourself”.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and saw I had been tagged in several pictures.

I opened them and saw pictures of Adam and I.

“Oh shit…”

There were pictures of me coming out of his apartment looking rather messy… but it was because I had just woken up!

And then there was a picture of us laughing and eating ice cream, and me with my head on his shoulder while we were sitting on a park bench and even one of him kissing my forehead while we were hugging…

I ran down the stairs and grabbed my purse.

“Adam, I have to go do something. I’ll be back.”

And with that, I was running down the street to Tom and I’s house.

I managed to cut the time it would normally take in half by running fast.

I knocked on the door and Harrison opened up.

“What the hell do you want?” He asked coldly.

“Look, it’s not what you think!”

“Oh isn’t it? Because it looks like you went out and cheated on my fucking best friend all because of some stupid idea you had running around in your goddamn mind!”

“I didn’t cheat on him! Can you please let me in? I need to talk to him!”

Harrison didn’t move so I pushed him out of the way.

“Y/N, stop!”


I stormed through the house until I found Tom.

Oh god, I’m the worst person in the world…

The poor boy was curled up laying on the floor of our room. He was dressed in sweats and looked like he hadn’t slept in days. He was curled up in a blanket with disheveled hair and tissues laying around him from where he had been crying. He was staring at the wall with a blank expression.

“Tom? Sweetheart? Are you okay?”

“Why the hell are you here? To pack your things? Fine. Go ahead.”

I sighed and sat down next to Tom’s body. I pulled his head into my lap and began to run my fingers through his curls. Tom curled into me and began to sob hysterically.

“Why? Why would you do that to me? I never cheated on you with Zendaya. Never. She was helping me, okay? I-I wanted to give you a promise ring. I know we’re too young to get married, but I wanted you to know how much I love you. That’s why I was in New York. She was helping me pick out a ring, and she’s been helping me figure out how I was gonna ask you. And now you’ve gone and ruined everything we had.”

“Tom, I didn’t cheat on you. I know the pictures look that way, but I didn’t. Adam is the only person here I know. He was trying to make me feel better. You know Adam is one of my best friends. The kiss on the head was because I had just explained to him what had happened with us. Coming out of his apartment looking awful was because I hadn’t left the couch in 2 days, and the ice cream was because you of all people should know that nothing makes me feel better than a scoop of cookies and cream ice cream. I would never do that to you, Tom. I love you.”

Tom sniffled and pulled away to look up at me. I ran my hand down the side of his cheek and he pressed his face into it.

“I love you, too. I’m so sorry I abandoned you so much for Zendaya. And I’m sorry I assumed you would cheat on me without hearing you out. I should’ve put everything together…”

“You’re not wrong here at all, Tom. I am. I shouldn’t have stormed out like that but you know how I am. I always need time to cool off or I end up saying really harmful things that I don’t mean. And all your fans were saying you two were together and I just, I got paranoid because I’m terrified of losing you.”

“I’m terrified of losing you, too. God, when I saw those picture of you and Adam…”

“I know, baby. But I’m here. I want you. Not Adam. Now… what was that about a ring?”

Tom smiles and gets up from the floor. He walks over to our dresser and pulls out a box from one of his jean pockets.

“This wasn’t how we had planned it…”

“How did you plan it then? I’ll close my eyes and pretend I’m there.”

Tom walks back over to me and sits across from me. He takes my hands in his larger ones and I close my eyes as he begins.

“Bella Notte playing in the background, because I know how much you love Lady and the Tramp, we’re walking across your favorite bridge in the park after we’ve just watched the sun go down and had a picnic of pizza and chocolate covered strawberries because they’re your favorite… we’re standing on the bridge that Harrison and I covered in fairy lights… we’re standing under the stars… I get down on one knee in front of you and hold your hand… I say to you, ‘Y/F/N, you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I have loved you since I first laid my eyes on you in that coffee shop. I still remember hearing All of the Stars by Ed Sheeran playing in the background. Everything felt like slow motion and I knew in that moment that you were the love of my life. And then you fell in love with me. And I intend on working everyday to be worthy of your love. We’re only 20, so this isn’t a proposal… entirely. But I want you to know that my love for you is real. So I bought you this promise ring, so that you know that one day I’m going to come home and tell you that it’s time. And then I’ll have the greatest honor of all time by making you Mrs. Y/N Holland. Will you accept my promise?”

I was crying my eyes out at Tom’s speech that I could barely squeak out a yes before I jumped into his arms and peppered his face with kisses. Tom smiled and kissed me. When he pulled away he opened the box the reveal the most beautiful diamond ring I had ever seen. Tom slid the ring in to my finger and kissed me lovingly again.

“Well, wasn’t that lovely!”

Tom and I turned to see Harrison standing in the doorway holding up his phone, filming us.

“I can’t wait to send this to Zendaya!”

“Harrison! Why do you always have to ruin the best moments in my life!”

Bucky Barnes Soul mate AU drabble

Summary: Bucky has a soul mate, but doesn’t know it until he, Steve and Sam come back from a mission

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Reader Y/N, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson

Notes: I am the worst at updating!!! But since it’s my birthday, you can’t yell at me! :p This one has been in my drafts for a while… Enjoy this cute fluff!

Soulmate. The concept had always been present in Bucky’s mind as it was in everyone’s, but he had never felt anything or recieved any sort of message from his person. He had tried writing a simple ‘hello’ once when he was in high school, but there was no reply. He saw so many people feel what their soul mate felt and talked back and forth through writing on their arms with marker or pen. He had seen so many couples stop and stare in amazement at meeting for the first time, almost undoubtedly kissing at first sight.

During Bucky’s capture, all he could think about was what his soul mate felt during the torture and whenever he had the chance and remembered, he wrote apologies all along his right arm.

And now, in the 21st century, Bucky still had no soulmate. Steve had found his, of course, and Bucky was glad for that, but also a bit jealous at times. He’d see Steve and Sharon look at each other in that way and he’d be so happy for Steve and then want something like that for himself. By now, though, the concept wasn’t something he thought about since he figured that maybe he wasn’t meant to have a soul mate. Maybe the universe made it so that he didn’t have that unmistakable feeling when he looked at someone for the first time and maybe he wasn’t supposed to feel what they felt.

Bucky, Steve and Sam were on a mission in France. It was supposed to be a simple extraction of intel and it was until Bucky felt a shooting pain that radiated from his foot to his kneecap on his right side. He looked down and there was nothing that could have caused such an almost debilitating pain, so he did his best to ignore it. Once their mission was complete, they all went back to the safe house in Germany to keep their payload safe and rest up for a day of traveling.

“You okay, Barnes?” Sam asked Bucky once they entered the house.

“What? Yeah, I’m good. My leg just hurts,” Bucky explained.

“You’re not bleeding, are you? How did you get hurt?” Sam asked.

“I didn’t, that’s the thing… Probably just a cramp,” Bucky surmised.

They each retired to their rooms and as Bucky undressed, he noticed that there was writing on his leg. His heart raced as he read the text that appeared on the inner side of his calf.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to make your leg hurt. I fell down a flight of stairs and broke my fibula…” it read. Bucky’s heart raced. He had a soul mate and they were apologizing to him.

Not knowing what else to do, he threw some sweats on and knocked on Steve’s door.

“Come in,” Steve said.

Bucky opened the door and shut it behind him, his heart pounding out of his chest.

“Steve… My soul mate…” he managed out. He lifted his leg up and Steve read the writing.

“Bucky, we have to find this person…” Steve said, sounding happy. “Write back! But, not on that leg, it’s probably in a cast by now. Bucky this is fantastic!”

Bucky had no idea what to make of all this. Steve gave Bucky a couple of markers to write with and he started to write back on the opposite leg.

“That’s okay, get a cast on it. What’s your name?” Bucky read aloud to Steve as he wrote.

It was a few seconds before he recieved a reply.

“My name is Y/N Y/L/N. What’s yours?” Bucky read aloud as the words appeared on his skin. It was a girl. His heart leapt bounds and he froze, a million thoughts swirling in his head.

“Well, go on then!” Steve said, noticing Bucky’s hesitation.

“What if she knows who I am and what I’ve done… what if she doesn’t want to meet me…“ Bucky’s self-doubt spilled out of his mouth.

“Buck, she’s your soul mate there’s no way she wouldn’t want to meet you,” Steve explained.

With a shaky hand, Bucky wrote his full name and waited for a reply.

“The hero, Bucky Barnes? That’s you?” she wrote. Bucky studied the word “hero”. He had never thought of himself as one, always the villian if there had to be one, but when her first impression of him was that he was a hero, then he supposed it couldn’t be all bad.

By the end of the night, they had set up a time place to meet in person and Bucky was shaking with nerves by the time he was waiting for her. He had begged Steve to come with him to the Starbucks where they were to meet and after wearing him down, Steve finally agreed. It was mid-October, so the New York air was chilly and it didn’t help Bucky’s nerves at all.

Then he felt it.

His head started spinning and his heart felt like it was beating out of his chest as he looked around to see her. To his left, he saw a girl on crutches, her right leg wrapped in a purple cast. It was her.

“Steve…” Bucky managed out and gestured to her.

Before Bucky knew what he was doing, he walked over to her and their eyes met. Time seemed to stop when they looked at each other. His heart skipped a beat, he swore, and he could see nothing but her. Those eyes were the most beautiful he’d ever seen and he wanted nothing more than to stare into them for the rest of his life.

“It’s you… You’re Bucky,” she spoke breathlessly. “You’re my soul mate.”

Bucky smiled and nodded. “I’m.. I’m so glad to meet you…”

A huge smile spread across her face and Bucky couldn’t help but be mesmerized by how truly stunning she is. He wanted to know everything about her: her favorite foods, what kind of clothes she liked, even her favorite perfume. Interrupting his train if thought, Steve spoke from behind him.

“Bucky? Is this her?” he asked.

Bucky tore his eyes away from her face and looked at Steve. “Yeah, this is her… This is my soul mate, Y/N… Oh, Y/N, this is my best friend Steve.”

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you,” she said and leaned her weight on her good leg to stick her hand out to Steve for him to shake.

Bucky felt lighter than air when she spoke and he wanted nothing more than her happiness. The sun had begun to set by the time their drinks were finished.

“Well, I should get going. I have some medication to take and an exam to study for… It was wonderful to finally meet you, Bucky…” Y/N said in the sweetest voice he’d ever heard.

“I think you two should stay at the tower tonight…“ Steve said and smiled.

Bucky knew that he and Y/N had to spend the night together–it was a seal for their bond. At this point in their lives, their soul mate bonding is at its most fragile at the first meeting. There are some soul bonds that fall apart and take years of emotional labor to repair. Bucky looked at Y/N with pleading eyes and she smiled and nodded.


The following morning, Bucky woke up to soft skin against his own and a warm body curled tightly against him. As he breathed in, he smelled strawberries and vanilla, and it encouraged him to bury his head deeper into Y/N’s hair.

“Good morning, Bucky,” he heard her coo softly after she shifted slightly. Her cast made it hard for her to move freely in the bed, so Bucky made sure to move with her wherever she needed.

“Morning, doll..” he said and pulled back from her to look at her face.

She looked up at him and they smiled at each other as if the whole world had stopped just for them. Bucky’s heart began to pound in his chest and he placed a hand to her soft cheek.

Before he knew what he was doing, he followed the loudest voice in his head, screaming to just kiss her. So he did. He anchored his head down and let his lips fall to hers gently. She tasted of sweet mint, vanilla and decadent strawberries. Bucky was intoxicated and he couldn’t get enough. It was only when their lungs demanded oxygen that they parted from their passionate and time-stopping kiss.

“So… Breakfast?” he asked her and she nodded, giggling.

The Contest-Part 14

To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest.  They are doing open casting calls all over the country.  Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along.

A/N: My inspiration for Nikki is the one and only red, @oriona75.  So I am actually telling two stories here, Jared and Readers, and Sam and Gemini’s.  It flips back and forth, so try and keep up! :)

Characters: Jared Padalecki, Reader, Best friend Nikki(OC) Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Mark Sheppard, PA Emily (OC) Cliff, Other Supernatural cast and crew

 Part 1 (all parts are linked)

After what felt like an eternity of waiting, the doctor finally came out to speak to Ryan.  “Emily did great.  We’ll need to keep her for a few days for observation since we had to do an emergency C-section, but she will be fine I think.”

“And the baby?” Ryan asked.

“Your son is fine.  Nice healthy set of lungs.  Emily is in post-op and the baby is getting checked out by the pediatrician.  You will be able to see them both shortly.”

“What are you naming him?” Jared asked.

“Dylan James.” Ryan told him.  There were tears in his eyes as he tried to hold it together.

We stayed with Ryan until he was allowed to go and see Emily.   I gave him my cell number and asked him to give it to Emily to call when she was feeling up to it.  Nikki and I hugged him and Jared shook his hand.  “Thanks for everything.” He said as he followed the nurse out of the room.

Jared was driving the three of us back to our apartments when Nikki spoke. “Why don’t you tweet something, Y/N?  Most of the crew follows you on Twitter, that way everyone will know whats going on.”  

Y/F/N  Y/L/N                                                                                                          @GeminigiraffeRN

Please join me in welcoming the newest member of the SPN family, Dylan James.  Mom Emily is doing great! We love you Em!

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Sickness Sucks. (Newt x Sick!Reader)

**Gif not mine** (There weren’t really any good Newt gifs for this one so I just used Les Mis xD)

Request:   Hi can you do an imagine where newt takes care of a sick or injured reader? Love your blog btw🖤❤  - @fuckthisshitoksatan

I might’ve gotten a little carried away while writing this

Warnings: None.

           Winter was by far your least favorite season.  Not because of the holidays or anything; you loved the holidays.  It was because of the fact you always managed to get a bad cold.  Someway, somehow.  No matter what you did to try and prevent it.  You were currently residing in the Goldstein’s apartment, lying on the sofa with numerous tissues strewn around you.  Your eyes were red and watery, and whenever you attempted to speak your sentence would occasionally be disturbed by a cough.

           Tina and Queenie had to go to work at MACUSA, so they wouldn’t be able to take care of you.  You claimed you would be perfectly fine on your own, but they wouldn’t have it.  You ended up losing that short argument, and Queenie called Newt over.  As soon as Queenie told him you were sick, he interrupted Queenie very quickly and said, “I’ll be over right away.”

Does he really care about me that much? You thought.  

Queenie being Queenie of course read your mind immediately.  A giddy smile spread onto her face and she squealed in excitement.  Yes, you had a little crush on Newt Scamander.  

Wait, who am I to lie to myself??? He’s freaking gorgeous.  

Once again, you forgot Queenie could easily read your thoughts. She clapped her hands together.  “Oh, honey you and Newt would make the cutest–!” She was interrupted by the sound of the front door swinging open.

“Y/N and I would make the cutest what?” Newt said as he walked through the doorway to where you lay.  His nose was a bright shade of pink from the New York cold.

You flushed a brilliant red.  “Oh, nothing!” Queenie exclaimed and made her way to the door where her sister, Tina, was putting on her coat.  “Take good care of Y/N, Newt!”

“Good luck, Newt.  She tends to be quite sarcastic when she’s sick…,” Tina joked, throwing you a wink as she and Queenie walked out of the apartment and softly closed the door behind them.  

Newt sat in the chair next to the sofa.  “Feeling a bit under the weather, are we?” Newt said.

“Tell me abo–*cough* about it…,” you groaned. Suddenly, a chill racked over your body.

Newt easily noticed.  “You’re cold!  Here, let me put a blanket over you,” he said and picked up the blanket that was laying over the back of his chair.

“No, *cough* that won’t be necessary.”

Newt looked at you with a ‘seriously’ face.  “Y/N, you’re clearly cold.  Queenie and Tina called me over here to take care of you, which I am going to do.”  He lay the blanket over you, which thankfully stopped your shivering.

“Thank you, Newt.  You know… you really didn’t have to come.  I don’t want you to get sick, too.  It would’ve been fine if you declined,” you spoke, snuggling up to the warm blanket.

Newt’s beautiful whatever-color-they-freaking-are eyes widened. “I chose to come here, Y/N.  The last thing I ever want is for you to be alone. Especially when you’re sick.”

You let your heavy eyelids close for a few seconds.  “Mmm… thank you, Newt,” you said sleepily.  “You’re the sweetest…”

“What?  Sorry, I didn’t catch that last part,” he asked.

Your eyes immediately shot open when you realized what you had said.  “I—uh—I said y-you were the sweetest…”  You tried to hide yourself from the world under the blanket, but failed.

Newt smiled like a dork.  He suddenly reached out a hand and lightly stroked your warm cheek.  “Y/N–,” he began, but then panicked.  “You’re burning up!” he shot up from his seat and immediately went to the kitchen, coming back with a cool cloth which he gingerly placed on your forehead.

“Thank you, Newt *cough*.”

“Anytime.  What I was going to say was, thank you.  For calling me sweet.  I believe you’re quite sweet as well.  Especially when Queenie reads my thoughts and announces them to everyone and you stand up for me.  I-I don’t believe I’ve ever properly thanked you for that.”

“Of course.  Queenie shouldn’t exploit your thoughts like that.  But, you’re not alone,” you said, quickly regretting the last part.

Newt smiled.  “And whatever do you mean?”

Great.  Now I have no choice but to answer.  What will he think?  Oh, screw it, you thought.  “Do you—do you remember earlier?  When you first got here and Queenie was saying something about us making a cute something?”

He nodded, listening to every word intently.  “Yes, I do.”

“Well, she thinks we would make a cute c-couple…”

“Sh-she does?” Newt’s face brightened, but you didn’t notice.

You nodded, your jaw clenched.  “Yes.  Now I know what you’re going to say, that’s gross and disgusting and you want nothi–.”

He cut you off with a kiss.  You froze at first, but quickly melted into it.

Newt Scamander? IS KISSING ME.  ON THE LIPS, you thought.

Once you both pulled away, a shocked look appeared on your face.  “Newt! I’m sick, and I don’t want you to get sick too—!”

He cut you off.  “Do you think that’s what matters to me right now?  I just got to kiss the most beautiful woman in the world.”

Your face became redder than it already was because you were sick.  “I’m beautiful?”

“The most—the most beautiful I’ve ever seen.”  

“You’re quite handsome yourself, you know,” you replied, a huge smile on your face.

Newt pressed a sweet kiss to your cheek.  After that, together you spent the rest of the day enjoying the other’s company.  Newt gladly cared to every need you had.  Sometimes he would notice it before you yourself did, he was like a mother.

**The next day**

Newt stumbled out of his case, sweaty and watery-eyed. He sneezed, and then coughed rather harshly.

           You noticed his state, and frowned.  “Told you I didn’t want you getting sick from me. Come on, it’s my turn to take care of you,” you said, kissing his cheek and leading him to the sofa.

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DJ! Otabek Masterlist

Mischievous Friends LiviKate

The skaters play Never Have I Ever at Leo’s birthday party and learn what a bad boy quiet Otabek is. Or in which Bad Boy DJ Otabek is Yuri Plisetsky’s aestheti

Not your usual love story - arcsinx

Baranovskaya’s new face, Yuri Plisetsky (22), who shot in Venice for Vogue’s last edition, was seen accompanied by Otabek Altin (25) as they left a coffeeshop in St Petersburg yesterday. The DJ and voted 2017’s hottest musician, Altin was in the city to compose for Victor Nikiforov’s (30) new movie production. The couple met at the Paris Fashion Week after-party(image) and have been appointed to be secretly dating ever since. An intimate friend claims Altin to be completely besotted with the Russian beauty, having even gifted him a $35,000 diamond collar necklace! For more photos of Plisetsky’s front cover shoot for Vogue, click here For more articles on Altin’s new collabs with popstars, click here.

Let the Record Drop - BoxWineConfessions

“Okay,” Otabek walks back over to the daybed, and kneels beside Yuri. Carefully, Otabek combs Yuri’s hair back and away from his ears. “No one’s ever gotten a private show before.” His voice wavers as he talks. Like he thought it sounded cool and second guessed himself while he spoke. Otabek opts to interrupt himself, and kiss Yuri instead. It’s not like their previous touches. It’s thick and stifling, and Yuri’s painfully aware that he’s very naked, and Otabek is very not. “I hope you like it,” Otabek breathes against his ear. It makes Yuri shiver, and arch up into the other man. Otabek slips the headphones over Yuri’s ears.

hold my drink - vivevoce

“How do you feel about going to a club next weekend,” Otabek asks. Yuri can already tell that this is something important, by how casually he says it. Either Otabek’s gotten more transparent over the years or living together has finally made Yuri an expert on reading him. “Alright,” Yuri agrees and watches Otabek slump in relief. “Who’s playing at the venue?” Otabek hands him the flyer, and Yuri barely has time to read the top before Otabek answers, “Me.” Yuri grins.

Diary of a DJ - Phayte

DJ Beka is working at a goth club, when a certain green eyed goth catches his eye. Your usual DJ Altin fic and what he gets up to in the club as he DJs. Chapter One is Yuri, Chapter Two will be JJ.

Be The One - Hana

It doesn’t take a genius to tell you that love isn’t easy. Especially when you live in a world that is more concerned on how many likes they get on their selfie, than talking to the person across from them. Times have changed, and so has the dating world. Most people no longer met naturally,things like tinder and match do all the hard stuff for us. You would think this is a far better option, considering you get more variety in potential though those apps give you so many opportunities to meet people;where did the natural romance go?
Yuri Plisetsky has been heart broken for 2 years and feels like he can’t find love. Now bitter and angry at everyone nothing seems to make him “happy” except his cat and a radio show called The Nightly Bear. But when Yuri finally takes the advice from his favorite talk show host, and finally goes on a date things don’t go well. What happens when Yuri is placed in a situation where he cussed out the person who he was suppose to go on a date on prior to it happening? And what happens when the person he went on a date with turns out to be his new boss?

we just need a human touch - aphhun

What happens on a tour stop in Almaty will stay in Almaty. Well — probably. “Give me your phone,” was the next thing out of his mouth, and Yuri found himself near squinting at the other. “What?” “Your phone. I’m going to give you my number,” persisted the DJ, and if Yuri had been more devoted to getting drunk earlier on in the evening, he knew that he would have handed it over without a second thought or a question. Sober Yuri, however, was more rational and undoubtedly skeptical. “You literally don’t even know my name.“

Unsteady otayuri_oh_nice

Otabek was going to kill JJ. He was going to take the next flight to Canada, hunt him down and kick his ass.
Leo: I tried to stop him but he went and did it anyway, I’m sorry! (link)                   - Or: JJ uploads one of Otabek’s remixes of Yuri’s songs to YouTube and Otabek freaks out. - Or: what happens when you take episode 1, replace figure skaters with musicians and exchange Victuuri for Otayuri. Aka another strange AU no one asked for.

i got electric eyes (and i can get you high) phylocalist

There’s a huge roar, almost as deafening as the music, when the person points at the DJ behind the turntable. Yuri can’t help but look around, bewildered. Is this the reason all these people keep talking about this club? Just for this one person? A DJ? or: Yuri Plisetsky loves clubbing. A new club is apparently all the rage, so he checks it out. He ends up finding a lot more than he bargained for.

Walk Through The Fire HerNameIsAlice

Otabek moves to Russia for a few months to visit Yuri and practice his new pair skating program. But things take a turn when Mila develops an interest in him, as well as rumors surrounding the personal lives of Otabek and his skating partner, and Yuri becomes concerned for his friend’s future as a skater. But Otabek’s feelings for Yuri go beyond a simple friendship.

Beautiful Dangerous otayuri_oh_nice

When JJ asked Otabek to come along to the club he worked at a few times a week, Otabek wasn’t sure what to make of it, even more when he realized that it was a Burlesque Club. The last thing Otabek expected to see was a beautiful dancer named Kitten. AKA the Burlesque AU no one asked for.

Gods and Monsters - otayuri_oh_nice

After moving to New York City everything was supposed to be on the road to fucking amazing, but when Leo scores Otabek a DJing gig at a club downtown, Yuri finds himself having a little too much fun, which in true Plisetsky fashion ends in a disaster.

Divine peachys

Take me to Divine’s
Some time in the 90’s.

All Of My Firsts - Whisks_on_ice

Otabek admired Yuri from a distance Yuri didn’t even know he existed The tale of a blossoming romance, a wilting romance, moving on and coming back, like ocean waves. Alternatively, Otabek and Yuri have a rocky relationship

Weak legs stand still - MadamRed

And then Yuri’s brain short-circuited because Otabek was removing his jacket. If Yuri had been sitting down, he would’ve fallen off his seat for sure. But no. He was standing in a spot where everyone in the club would’ve seen him if he were to faint right now. Otabek had already been ready to go when he told Yuri to change his outfit. And Yuri, still somewhat innocent twenty-four-year-old Yuri, had just assumed that his boyfriend was wearing one of his trademark plain, black shirts underneath the leather jacket. Oh, how deliciously wrong he  had been.

Quiet Hours - henriqua

”We have to be quiet though, it’s late,” he says, and Yuri rolls his eyes. He swears Otabek is the only person in the world who spares a thought to the quality of his neighbors’ sleep no matter what he’s up to himself. ”Me, loud? Never,” Yuri says, dramatically faking an offended face.

Not your usual fantasy - arcsinx

Yuri’s first impression of Almaty is that it’s way hotter than St Petersburg. Otabek doesn’t seem to be bothered much with that information when Yuri lets him know about it while fanning himself with a leaflet from their air company. He doesn’t seem to be bothered either when Yuri lets him do all the work and gather their baggage from the carousel. Yuri’s leopard print stroller bag stands out like a flash of neon amidst the others, but he was of the mind that since he was moving to another country while four months pregnant under his mate and his family’s insistence he had the right to do whatever the fuck he wanted.

Southern Belle

Southern Belle

a/n: I know Shawn is going to be on tour at this time, but we are going to act like he is just going to NYC instead of Nashville as his next tour date, ok? also, this picture is definitely not mine! i found it on twitter on @ tropicashawn!

July 30, 2017

I sighed. My flight just got delayed for another two hours. This was the second time it happened, and I was getting pretty tired of sitting next to the outlet. There are only so many places you could charge your phone in the Atlanta airport.

Today was the day my new life was supposed to start. I was going to be attending New York University in August, and I was supposed to move into my dorm today so I could have time to explore the city before school officially started. I would be studying journalism for the next four years of my life, and I was unbelievably excited to finally live in the city of my dreams and start fresh.

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Vengeance // Part II

Peter Parker x OC

warning? maybe

requested? No, but I’m working on one!!! Just school sucks right now!

Note: So hear is chapter 2 I hope you enjoy it, it was fun writing it!!! Give some love to @rejectcentral for helping me edit this chapter so that people will actually like it, you da best!!!!! Now without further ado….

Vengeance // part II

Peter and I  lay naked in the tub, the suds of the warm water  wrapped around our bodies. I lean against Peter between his legs and felt his soft lips on my neck.

“I missed you,” I sigh contently and lean further into him. “I’ve missed you too, Peter-”

“Say that again.” I arched my brow and turn towards him, “say what again?” I asked feeling his arms tighten slighting around my naked waist.

“My name, say it again. I’ve missed the way you say it.” Peter answered, he kissed my wet hair and nuzzled himself into it.

“Peter,”  I said but this time in a sultry whisper, Peter shivering against me.

“You’re absolutely ruining me Ms. Stark,” Peter said before kissing the shell of my ear. I turn myself, the water jostling slightly, and straddled Peter when I heard a knock.

“Hey Samara, it’s daddyo, um when you’re done with whatever you’re doing we can watch a movie, if you want.”

I heard my dad say behind my bedroom door, feet away from the open door to the bathroom. I sigh and lean my forehead against Peter’s shoulder, “Sure dad, give me 10 minutes.”

“Great! Um-I’ll be in the den on the 9th floor.” I heard my dad say before I hear his footsteps, both me and Peter listen as Tony’s steps disappear.

“There goes us having sex,” I said sitting up on Peter’s lap, his cheeks redden.

“We should wrap this up, I can’t have your dad finding out I’m here. He’ll kill me,” Peter said I lazily place kisses on his face.

“We’ve got 10 minutes, we can accomplish a lot in 10 minutes.” I said with a suggestive look. I rock my hips gently against him as  he let’s out a shaky sigh.

“We’ll get caught.” He said more to himself then I.

“Just surrender yourself Peter, you know you want to…”

I see the idea roll around his mind behind his doe eyes, “Take me, I dare you, Peter.” I challenged him running my wet fingers through his damp chocolate hair.

“You dare me? Fine, but don’t say that I didn’t warn you.”

I smiled in triumph, I was about to open my mouth but Peter attacked my lips, his hands traveling down my waist to my bottom, bringing me closer to his awaiting body.

~10 minutes later~

We spent most of the ten minutes rocking hard against each other bodies, I miss the way he feels against me. I didn’t realized I how starved I was of his body until I reached my peak of ecstasy.  Peter and I were panting slightly as we dressed ourselves.

I was wearing one of Peter’s old puny math equation shirt, with white cotton shorts, and Peter has on a pair of light grey sweat bottoms. He was looking for one of his shirts he left in my dresser that he has never got back.  

“How am I going to sneak past your dad?” Peter asked, forgetting to keep looking for a shirt. Not like I minded.

I thought for a moment, when an idea lit brightly in my head.

“My dad put this in my closet after you gave back to him, and this is a good time as any for you to get back into things, whatcha say Spiderman?”

As I said that i walked over to my walk-in closet and grabbed a dark grey box next to my shoes. I walked over to Peter and gently reached out the box to him.

He looked at me, then the box. “Spiderman died the moment you did, Sam…I can’t, I-I’m not worthy-”

“You are worthy, Peter. I’m here and I’m real, what we just did was real. You can’t let what happen take over what you are truly meant to do, you are Spiderman, you are my Spiderman. My hope, my happiness, my everything. If you give that up, then what did I die for? Nothing? Because it’s starting to feel like that.”

“Sam don’t say that. It’ll break me if I let down the people again,” Peter whispered stepping closer but still not taking the box.

“You’ll be letting them down if you don’t,” I whisper, finalizing the conversation, pushing the box into his chest. He slowly takes his hands and places them on the box, he then put it on the bed. He turned to me like I was all of a sudden going to change my mind, but I’m not changing my mind, ever.

He lets out a shaky breath as he lifts the lid.

Inside the box was his uniform, the red and blue rich with color. He grabs his mask and makes eye contact with the white eyes of the mask. His eyes look like he’s at war with himself.

I take a breath when he gently places the mask on the bed, as he then grabs the suit and holds the thin material in his calloused hands. Then he looks at me expectantly, I suddenly realize what he wanted.

“You’re kidding, I’ve seen you naked so many times,” I said with a laugh.

“I won’t wear it if you don’t turn around.” He said, tauntingly wiggling his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes and turned around, “Better?”

“Better.” Peter stated, I rolled my eyes, he can be so annoying. He’s lucky I love him.

I hear him drop his sweat pants, and bit my lip, I really wanted to turn around.

Then I heard him struggle getting himself into the suit, “This is a little tighter than I remember.” Peter said as he shimmied his way into the suit. I laugh quietly into my hand as I heard him struggle.

After a few seconds I felt Peter tap my shoulder, at that I turn around and smiled widely.

My hero stood before me, just as awkward and handsome as ever.

He had his mask in one of his tightly fisted hands. He kept looking at me and then back to the mask.

“Whatcha think?” Peter asked, looking at me then biting his lip.

“Just as dashing as I remembered,” I said with a grin. He gave me a blushing smile in return.

He was about to open his mouth when we were interrupted by a small knock at my bedroom door.

“Sam? You okay? Are we still on for the movie?” Tony asked with a soft voice.

“Yes dad I’ll be out soon,” I said, ushering Peter to one of my big windows holding one finger to my mouth, signaling Peter to be as quiet as possible.

“Okay hurry, Pepper made you some popcorn with extra butter, your favorite!” Tony said. Peter and I  waited until we heard his footsteps slowly walking away, signaling Tony’s leave.

We both let out a soft sigh of relief, and then started to laugh quietly, “We’re such teenagers, I love it.” I said once we regained enough composer to speak. Peter smiled and touched my hair gently,

“I’ll see you tomorrow? I’ll come by after school?” Peter asked.

“Of course, you’re the highlight of my day.” I said. I watched Peter as he still held a strand of my strawberry blonde hair in his gloved hands. He looked at the now open window, letting out a weary sigh.

“I guess this is where I leave you. I love you my Strawberry Shortcake.” Peter said with a smile and dropped the strand of hair that he was holding, bringing  me into a comical kiss, I let out a short laugh at the horrible nickname. Once he pulled away he pulled his mask over his face. I smiled proudly at my boyfriend.

“I love you too Parker, now go get em’ tiger.”

After that Peter shot a web on a nearby lamppost, he gave me one last look before swinging out of my room. I watched him swing  down the streets 0f New York returning to Queens, knowing he’d stop if he was needed. If the people need him he’ll be there.

I sighed and closed my window, I briefly look out at the starry night not seeing Peter anymore, than I walked out of my room and joined Tony and Pepper in the den.

We watched  Total Recall, Pepper and Tony were curled up together on the large couch and I at Pepper’s legs as she french braided ur now same colored hair.

“You guys can pass as mother and daughter now that you both look so similar.”

I think of my real mom Rose and my heart felt heavy, “We might have the same hair and freckles but you have to admit she’s a spitting image of Rose.” Pepper said sensing my sadness at the mention of my deceased mother which I’m glad for.

We didn’t talk much after that, we immersed ourselves into the film before us. As we watched the screen flash with gunshots and violence I felt a slight pressure in the front of my head. I paid no mind to it at first, until it kept on going to the point where my vision blurred and the pain became almost unbearable.

It was when I was breathing hard that my dad and Pepper realized something was askew.

“Samara are you okay?” My dad asked panicked after pausing the movie, my only response was to yell in agony.

Pepper was right behind my father as he had me in his arms, my vision fading in and out.

“Hang in there kid I got-”

Before I could feel him place me on the metal examining table of the lab, my vision faded to black.


3rd Person

A man and a women were hovering over a girl with hair so bright, that it made the sun jealous. Her eyes were shut and  her skin was as cold as ice, a shimmer glossing over her body.

“Operation Restore,” The woman said with a thick romanian accent. She had given ordered to a man who was hunched over the small girl’s body,  three puncture wounds evident in the middle of the still girl’s chest.

“Yes ma’am, commencing Operation Restore.”

The man, following orders, shot a green liquid filled syringe into the young girl’s neck, then proceed to take the enhanced efi pulaters.

He started to rub the pedals aggressively, “Let’s not have her turn out like her mother.”



Tony had to use the efi pulaters three times before his daughter’s heart beat came back. Yet she was still unconscious, and her breathing was faint and irregular. He placed a oxygen mask over her nose and mouth that was attached to a large oxygen tank.

Both Tony and Pepper nervously stood by her bedside. “She’ll pull through, she’s tough,” Pepper said placing her hand on Tony’s shoulder…


*3rd person next day at Midtown Science High School*

Peter Parker seems to have a extra hop in his step, which surprised everyone.

The brooding Peter Parker smiling? No it couldn’t be.

But it is and for reasons you wouldn’t believe.

The day went on and people were still looking at Peter like he has grown another head. At lunch instead of sitting by himself at a lunch table or the computer lab, he instead is sitting with his best friend that he hasn’t talked to since the passing of his girlfriend.

“Hey Ned,” Peter said with a dorky wave before walking over to Ned’s lunch table. Ned looked up at Peter beside himself, his best friend hasn’t talked to him in months. He knew that he was going through a really tough time, especially since the death of his girlfriend.

“Hey Peter?” Ned asked unsure as Peter sat himself down and started chowing down on  his fries that he got from the lunch line.

After a solid minute of silence and Peter eating, the dork noticed that he was being stared at.

“What? Is something on my face?” Peter asked wiping the back of his sleeve on his face.

“No, I’m just surprised that you, you know…” Ned trailed off in hopes that Peter catches his drift.

“Finally act like me again? Yeah I know, I just needed time. I mean, I’m still not…but I’m getting there, “ Peter said when he understood what Ned was talking about. Though Peter knows that Sam is alive he still has that burn in his chest, but it does not hurt as much as it used to when he thought Sam was dead. He still has a low hum of panic that all of this was some dream, and he would wake up any moment now and realize that Sam was still dead.

Ned smiled and patted his best friends back, he’ll take what he can get. As long his best friend is back in his life again.

After school Peter hung out with Ned for a bit in one of  the computer labs. Though he wanted to see Sam, Ned needs to see Peter as well, he missed Ned too.

After an hour or two, the two geeks said their farewells and Peter skateboarded all the way to the Avenger building. A smile was plastered on his face the entire trip towards the building.

Once he arrived on the floor where his girl was, he noticed something was off.

His Spidey senses began tingling.

“Sam? Mr. Stark? Ms. Potts?” Peter let out a small yell to project is voice. He pulled out his earphones when Pepper came into the room with an awkward face.

“Hey Ms. P, is Sam around or in her room?” Peter asked, dropping his backpack and skateboard by the elevator doors. Walking past Pepper, he looking left and right checking if Sam was going to barrel into him and attack him with a hug.

“She’s in the medical bay…”

Deadly silence hung in the air.

“What do you mean?” Peter asked as his fists clenching and unclenching to try and keep himself as calm as possible.

“She had an accident, but she’s fine now and breathing again-”

“Breathing again?!” Peter rhetorically asked before running out the door that lead to the stairs, the elevator was too slow for him.

“Young love.” Pepper said exasperate, leaning on the kitchen counter with a full glass of chardonnay.

Peter reached the medical bay in record speed and busted through the door.

“Is she okay?” Peter asked, slightly out of breath. He saw Tony leaning against a table with his reading glasses on, scanning medical charts. When Peter’s doe eyes casted over to Samara’s sleeping form, he double timed it to her bedside.

“She okay now kid, I’m trying to find out what exactly happened.” Tony said looking up briefly at the Peter who clung to Samara’s side.

The girl looked like she had fallen asleep with her thick hair fanning the pillow and her breathing at a steady rhythm.

“When do you think she’ll wake-”

Samara shot out up into a sitting position. Her breathing labor, she was looking around the room forgetting where she was for a second.

Tony ran over to her side, “You’re okay Sam, Spiderling and I are here.”

She looked over at Peter and immediately calmed down, feeling his hand in hers she gripped it tightly.

“What happened Strawberry Shortcake?” Peter said pecking her cheek.

She took a deep breath, “I-I remember Peter… I remember everything.”

Dan Howell x Reader: Awkward

For the past five days, the sun has been shining and it was just perfect outside, but you didn’t care.

You had been binge watching your favorite TV show and catching up on you tube, which was your whole life in a nutshell. But then, the last episode of the show you had been watching for the past few years finished and the credits began to roll up the screen.

You felt like all of your best friends had just died in a horrific accident even though your real life best friend was in the kitchen making lunch. You being you, you began to mope around the flat and your friend came in to see what was wrong.

“What’s wrong?” (B/F/N) sighed.

“I finished it. It’s over!“ you yelled. (b/f/n) had gotten used to this. When ever you watched a show, you became fully invested it, it taking over your whole life. You would become obsessed with the actors, follow the fandom on every social media site, and would never shut up about it, and this one was one of your favorites. (B/F/N) walked over to you and sat next to you, rubbing your back to comfort you.

“Look on the bright side, you have all of London to explore.” she said as she grabbed you by the shoulders and shook you a bit. She was right. You had just moved from New York to London a couple months ago and with all the moving, you haven’t seen much.

You lived with your parents all your life, like any normal person would, and they said that if you didn’t do anything stupid and did great in school and all that stuff, when you turned 18, you could go live where ever you wanted and with whomever you wanted. You swear that if your parents didn’t tell you that, you wouldn’t have been such a goody to shoes.

People made fun of you for not doing anything, but you didn’t care. When you were old enough, you got to go where ever you wanted while they would be stuck in the same town their whole life.

For you, that was London and your best friend (B/F/N) who already lived there by the time you turned 18. You were extremely socially awkward and everyone knew it. You had a lot of trouble when it came to talking to people and just human interaction in general. That’s the main reason why you stayed in most of the time.

“I don’t want to.” you pouted and started to go into the fetal position. You heard (B/F/N) say oh my god under her breath and next thing you knew, you were being shoved into your room. When the door closed, you heard what sounded like her putting something up against it.

”(B/F/N)!!“ you shouted through the door.

”You are not coming out of there until you’re ready to leave this flat.” she yelled back. You pounded on the door for a few minutes, yelling at her to let you out.

But after you had no more strength left, and it was made clear that she wasn’t going to open the door for you, you sighed in defeat and got dressed. You grabbed your purse and knocked on the door. (B/F/N) opened it just enough so that she would see if you actually got dressed. She smiled when she saw what you were wearing.

Too lazy to write this part and bad at clothing. Use your imagination.

“You look great. Now go!” (B/F/N) started to shove you towards the door.

“Okay!” You yelled ,swatting at her. You went to the couch and grabbed your phone then walked out the door with (B/F/N) still shoving you towards it. Before you could say goodbye, (B/F/N) slammed the door in your face. Either she was actually concerned about you or she wanted the flat to herself.

Either way, you were stuck outside.

You left the building and as soon as you did, you realized that you had no idea were to go or what to do. You didn’t know your way around town yet and there was no way that (B/F/N) was going to open the door for you and help you out after kicking you out like that. As you stood there wondering what to do and getting kinda scared, you heard someone laugh behind you.

As soon as you turned to see who it was the person smashed right into you. You bounced right off the person, who looked more like a tree from their height alone, and landed square on your ass.

“Ow.” you whispered, rubbing your butt. You looked up and were expecting to see two people and it was just one. What was this guy laughing about or even at?

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. I am so sorry.” The guy said as he scrambled around for a minute. As he helped you up, his hand brushed against something it shouldn’t. As soon as you felt that, you sprang up and took a lot of steps back.

“Hey!” You snapped, giving him a death glare.

“I am so sorry. It was an accident.” he said, obviously extremely embarrassed. He was extremely red and you could tell that he was being sincere when eh said sorry.

“It’s okay I can tell that you didn’t mean to.” you said, starting to calm down a bit. You started to get nervous again when you got a good look at this guy. He was really cute with his brown hair and eyes, and fringe. Not to mention his British accent, though that accent helped make practically everybody hotter. You also loved his black cloths, thinking that they looked really good on him.

“I’m (Y/N).” you stammered, trying to make conversation with the guy who was giving you nothing to work with. You extend your hand and that was shaking too.
“Dan Howell.” he replied, shaking your hand and being quite awkward himself.

“I’m not from around here. I moved here from New York a couple months ago and I haven’t really walked around yet. Not by myself at least.” you said with a giggle and shy smile.
Dan could feel his cheeks heat up at the sight of your smile and the sound of your laugh, thinking you were really cute.

“I can show you around. I’ve lived here for a while now. I was born here, in England at least.” Dan laughed, but it was an awkward laugh. Sounded a little too fake and a little too loud.

“Let me say this, I’m really awkward, have been all my life. I didn’t even want to leave my flat. The only reason I left it was because I was done with a TV show and my roommate forced me out for the day.” you admitted, trying to explain your weird behavior. As soon you said that, Dan looked extremely>

“That is such a relief. I’m the same way.” he said, with a huge smile, which made you smile.
After smiling at each other for a few minutes, you both broke into a fit of laughter and everyone else looked at you like you were crazy. Both of you stopped when you noticed the straws but continued to smile at each other and let out little giggles.

The two of you continued to walk and talked about the awkward things you do and have done. He told you about all of the things that London had to offer and led you to his favorite geeky store.

By the end of the day, Dan had given you his number and he told you to look him up on YouTube. You hugged him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
When you did that, you could feel him tense up. You laughed at his reaction, waved goodbye and began to skipped back home, but when you turned around, Dan grabbed your wrist.

You turned around and looked at Dan, giving him a confused look. He looked nervous and uneasy, or at least more than normal. You were about to ask him what was wrong until you felt his lips against yours. 

You froze for a minute before falling into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. Dan tentatively wrapped his arms around your waist and slowly began to relax himself.

To you, this kiss was perfect. His lips were soft and gentle against yours, and he was good

After a few minutes, Dan pulled away and looked at you sheepishly.

“Sorry.” he whispered. He let go of you and took a few steps back while still looking down.

“It’s okay.” you giggled, lifting his head up and quickly kissing him again.

“Bye!” you yelled to him as you left. Now Dan looked shocked but smiled as walked in the other direction.

The Nature of Storytelling: Why We Have Superheroes

This article is intended for everyone. Not just people who read comics or books or play card games. What I am addressing in this article is the question of: why we have superheroes. Why do we, as a species, have stories of superheroes? To my knowledge, every single culture on Earth has a story about some great individual, or group of individuals, that has made significant changes in their world in the name of a greater good. But what makes this such a ubiquitous concept? Why do humans have stories of superheroes?

Gather `Round. It’s Storytelling Time!

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the city that never sleeps|| tony stark

Originally posted by sirsusblack

Requested by Anon: Reader finds Tony on a random roof in New York. He’s all suited up and only there to think, and the reader waltzes into his path because she’s also there to think. They joke and make each other smile, even if both of them were trying to be alone (and maybe to cry tbh) Cute fluff between strangers. 

Tag List: @jaegers-and-kaijus @itsbrittbrattt 

Set Post Captain America Civil War

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A No-Maj?

Anon:graves seems like the type who would be a strict rule follower but what if he fell in love with a no-maj and he can’t stay away from her and he ends up falling in love with her but keeps it hidden until someone finds out and he either has to run away with her or wipe her memory but he can’t choose?? idk something cute but then angsty 

A/N: This is so cute and right up my alley ahhh I’m wearing this dress that looks like the little mermaid dress when she first turns into a human (the white one dress) and I feel fly as fuuckkk. Anyways this was really fun to write!! This took me 4 hours to write because I kept getting distracted ahhhhhhh This is my favourite thing I have written so far though.

 Enjoy and keep sending requests and prompts my way peeps xoxox

Anything in italics are thoughts!

Warnings: non, just a little bit of fluff and I may have broken your heart…. sorryyyyyy

Word Count: 2,853


You never knew about the wizarding world until you met him. You lived an extra ordinary life, in your 20′s living in a small quiet apartment in the heart of New York city, Had a 9 till 5 job writing for the local newspaper. Doing things the ordinary way that you had always known them to be. You were just the girl next door, everyone knew who you were as you were sweet, charming and friendly. Of course you always had men chasing after you but you always politely declined as you were content with how your life was at the moment. 

You had walked into the little bakery that had opened up around the corner. You were soon welcomed by the owner, Jacob Kowalsk. “Morning Y/N How are you this morning” Jacob said as soon as you walked into the quiet little bakery “I am well, thank you” You said with your ever charming smile on your face “So what will it be today?” Jacob asked “Just the usual and maybe one of your famous donuts” You said excitedly, you always loved his doughnuts. You went to pull out your purse to pay him when he chimed in saying “Oh no Y/N, it’s on the house for you” You smiled knowing trying to give him money wouldn’t work “Oh thank you Jacob!! I will see you tomorrow” You said as you grabbed your items and walked out of the small bakery.

On your way home, you thought you would stop off at a little bookstore since you were running low on reading material at home. You were browsing through your favorite section tucked away at the back of the store when all of a sudden you heard a deep voice behind you.

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My Dearest, (Reader X Thomas Jefferson/Alexander Hamilton)


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Warnings: The World’s Unhealthiest Relationships (cheating etc etc etc) a lil steamy

Request- “REQUESTS ARE OPEN HELL YES. I have been holding onto this idea for so long, trying to find the right blog to send it to and here you are. This is so cheesy. Forgive me. I was thinking maybe Jefferson and [reader] might’ve had a thing but then he left for France, shit happened, [reader] got close to Hamilton and he went heart eyes but then TJeff comes home and #drama?!! This is so ridiculous I’M SORRY.”

A/N -( You know when you already have a ton of sequels to write, but you can’t help ending things on a cliffhanger? oops)

Songs (I gave everyone anthems idk)-

Reader- yes girl – Bea Miller

Thomas- Habits (Stay High) – Tove Lo

Alex-  I Know A Place – MUNA

For the lil’ baby smut scene- Wrong – MAX ft. Lil Uzi Vert 


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Old Souls (Sing)

I found a post that talk about the potential “friendship” between Ms Crawly and Mike, if I find the original post I’ll link to it, but here’s a lil thing I wrote! And this is my first time writing Ms Crawly so bare with me. 

Buster Moon walked through the New Moon Theater, nose buried in his clipboard. It was around lunchtime, and he was checking up on all his performers. His next show was going to be a hit; Music throughout the Decades was its title, and it would be a showcase of how music changed and evolved through the years. Yet, as he checked in on each of his actors, he realized he was missing his Fifties act, Mike, he was not in his studio, nor was he on stage.

“Ash? Have you seen Mike?” Buster asked the punk rocker, peeking his head into her rehearsal area. 

“Why would I wanna know where that jerk is?” Ash begrudgingly huffed, strumming out a small piece by Queen. 

Ash.” Buster sternly warned. He understood Mike wasn’t the easiest to be around, but he wanted all of his performers to get along. Or at least try to.

“Sorry.” Ash sighed. “I don’t know where he is, though." 

Buster tried Rosita and Gunter next, asking them the same question. Gunter had a similar reaction to the question as Ash did, but Rosita gently smacked his big belly. 

"I think I saw him going upstairs, he might be going to one of his little spots.” she said sweetly. 

Mike had a habit of finding areas of the theater to hide in whenever he didn’t want to be bothered, or whenever he had an episode. Under the floorboards, in the pocket of a costume coat, the air vent, even the top of the building were just some of his favorite spots. 

Moon thanked Rosita and hopped up the stairs that lead to the main offices. As he made his way towards the door, though, he heard Mike’s voice. 

“What was he like? What was he really like?” Mike asked, but not in his usual accusing voice. He sounded intrigued and excited about something. 

“Well,” answered a shaking old voice. Ms Crawly? “He was a true gentlemen, that wasn’t an act. He was kind, caring, he took time for each of his fans." 

"And what did he look like in real life?” Mike asked again as Buster pressed his ear to the door. “What did he act like?" 

"Well, he was a bit taller than you and he had black spots on his grey fur.” said the old lizard. “He used to add and delete words from his own songs, he added notes and sometimes his band couldn’t even keep up.” she said with a small laugh. 

“And did ya, did ya ever meet him?" 

“I met Frank when I was around twenty or so. I had gone to one of his shows in New York." 

Buster’s ears perked at this. They were talking about Sinatra. 

"Wow,” Mike let out a long breath. “I’ve seen videos and all, but wow." 

"The funny thing is, I don’t think he ever did a show where he wasn’t tipsy!” Ms Crawly giggled, causing Mike to laugh as well. It was a genuine laugh, not a mocking one, but light hearted. “Oh and he danced in the funniest ways." 

"I bet he did! Though, I don’t Buster would let me go on stage drunk." 

"He doesn’t have to know you are.” Ms Crawly said with a mischievous voice. Any other day Buster would’ve went in, scolding the old lizard, but he had never heard Mike get along with anyone this well and he was silent. 

“And do ya, do ya think I could be like him?” Mike asked quietly. 

“Well, I don’t think anyone could be exactly like Frankie, but I think he’s a good person to try and live up to.” she said sweetly. “Which means trying to get along with your coworkers." 

"Frank didn’t get along with Marlon Brando in Guys and Dolls.” You could practically hear Mike crossing his arms in a huff. “And why should I try to get along with ‘em? They’re all no good, sons of-” he caught himself. “I don’t want to get attached to 'em." 

"Well, you can still be nice to someone and not get attached to them, dear.” Ms Crawly sighed. “And I think it would be best to make some….friends." 

"Friends are for soft people, I ain’t soft.” Mike retorted. 

“Well, maybe you could try. For Frank. He would want you to get along with people. And for Nancy.” Buster waited as silence filled the room, he found himself holding his breath. A moment passed before Mike let out a sigh. 

Fine. For Nancy and Frank.” There was a pause before: “Thank you." 

"You’re very welcome, dear. You can always come to me whenever you want to know more." 

Buster thought now was a good time to enter; he gently knocked on the door with his knuckle and opened it. Mike was sitting with his back to the door and had spun around when Moon had entered. Mike quickly stood up, placing his hat, which he had taken off, on his head. 

"Uh, I, thank you, um, see ya Scaly!” The mouse jumped off the desk and tried to push past Moon. 

“Wait just a moment Mike.” Moon held out his paw. “I would like to invite you to lunch, the cast and I were going to go to the café down the street." 

“I, I don’t…” Mike stole a quick glance to Ms Crawly, who gently nodded. “S-sure. I don’t have anythin’ better to do.” he said with a casual shrug and went out the door. 

Ms Crawly and Moon were left alone, the old lizard laughed lightly. “You were listening outside, weren’t you, Mister Moon?” she asked. 

 "Oh yeah.“

Yahoo Movies exclusive interview with Robert Pattinson by Kevin Polowy

How familiar were you with the source material for Lost City of Z? Had you read David Grann’s book?

Yeah, James gave me the book when it was a totally different script. Or I may have read it long before there was even a script at all. I think at the time he was thinking about me to play Percy’s son. Because I must’ve only been about 21. And then I just kind of stayed with it as time went on, and it went through all these different casts. [Laughs]

It sounds like the script changed a lot through the years. What were the biggest changes made over time?

When I first read it, it was a straight action movie, like Indiana Jones. It was this rip-roaring adventure movie, and not this kind of epic, elegant saga that takes place over 30 years.

Costin is a much more minor character in the book. What did you build off of to shape him?

Well, I always thought with Percy’s character it would be a good idea to have a foil. I always interpreted Percy’s character as this man determined to fix the reputation that he thinks he’s deserved, and which his father has ruined for him. … He keeps going back to the jungle again and again and again, just to fix this insecurity. So I liked the idea of Costin being this character who basically had a total disregard for the English aristocracy or any kind of social climbing whatsoever. So he didn’t really want to bring anything back from the jungle, anyway. The entire point for him was just to go because he had nothing to live for in England.

How much information was out there about the real guy? Any sense of his military career?

Well, Costin in reality was a refrigerator salesman. There was an advert in the Times of London saying, “Adventurers Wanted.” That’s actually how he got the job. [Laughs] He was one of the only people who applied for it. But he was in the army — he was a physical fitness instructor. But really, I liked the craziness of just applying to be an adventurer.

You rock some pretty rad facial hair in this movie. Did that look grow on you — pun intended — or did you not care for it?

By the end, I was definitely over it. But at least when you’re shooting a movie with your face covered, there’s very little makeup to be done. It was definitely a “Get out of bed and that’s it” situation. That helped in the middle of the jungle.

You’ve played lead roles, you’ve taken supporting parts — this is more of a supporting role in an ensemble. Do you have a preference these days?

There are certain directors I just really want to work with, and you bring what you can to a part. But in some ways it’s kind of nice [to play a supporting role]. It is a little bit liberating because you don’t have to concentrate on the narrative thrust of the story. You’re just purely thinking about character and just embellishing it a little bit. But with this, I would’ve played any part in it, pretty much.

Costin has some great lines in this movie. I think one of my favorites is when you say to Hunnam, “We’re too British for this jungle.” Did you guys feel out of your element filming in the jungles of Colombia?

No, I really loved it. I guess in some ways, it was kind of hard. But it’s just incredible, going to work every day in a little boat, going up river in the middle of virgin jungle in Colombia. It was very, very close to being on vacation, to be honest. [Laughs]

But the type of vacation where you couldn’t eat anything?

Well, yeah. There’s a certain degree of harshness, and we were trying to lose as much as weight as possible in a really short period of time. So I guess there’s that element to it. But there’s a reason those guys wanted to keep going back as well. It’s amazing.

Do you consider yourself pretty adventurous? Could your relate to that thirst for exploration?

Yeah, definitely. I do sometimes find myself gravitating toward a job just because it’s shooting out in the middle of nowhere. If I’m shooting in a city, generally it can become a repetitive scenario. If you have anyone taking pictures on their phones, it just constantly reminds you of the reality of your life. And I find it becomes a little more difficult. Whereas if you’re out in the jungle and everyone is on the same page as you, you just sort of believe in character a little bit more.

What is your own personal Amazonian adventure? What is the biggest risk you’ve taken in your career so far?

I don’t know: I’ve done things which I thought were going to be really risky, which ended up not being risky at all. I generally try to keep finding ways to push the envelope as much as I can, and whenever I get the opportunity to do it, I generally try to take it. But I don’t really worry about taking risks, to be honest.

What’s something you thought was risky that ended up not being so?

I did this movie years ago called Bel Ami, which was at the height of all the Twilight stuff. It was this Guy de Maupassant novel about a guy who seduces women specifically to screw them out of their money and ruin their lives. I thought that was a relatively subversive choice to make at the time. [Laughs] And no one really seemed to think the same thing.

What is your relationship with your Twilight fan base these days? Has the madness that surrounded your life calmed down at all?

It’s definitely calmed down in terms of my everyday life, but mainly because I spend more time in London, which is totally different. And I’m doing more parts that just sort of interest me, while in a lot of ways taking a little bit of a step back just to learn and get better. I guess I’ve never really acknowledged what the fan base is, or even if I have one. [Laughs]

Oh, you have one.

But, yeah, I’m always pretty curious about what people say afterward, and who turns up, who likes the movie. It’s always kind of random. But I love it when someone who you just really wouldn’t expect says, “Oh, I liked you in this.”

What films have been most unexpected?

It’s always just really strange. I’ve done a bunch of movies which I thought might’ve been impossible to be seen. There was this film Little Ashes, where I played Salvador Dalí, from years and years ago, and just the other day I was walking down the street and somebody came up and said, “Oh, that’s my favorite film!” You kind of forget that people even watch your films. [Laughs]

What do you think of all the universe building that is going on in Hollywood right now and the possibility that they could reboot Twilight and expand its world? Could you ever see yourself playing Edward Cullen again?

Really, they’re expanding it? So I’ll get my own spin-off? [Laughs]

Potentially! It could be called Edward: Homecoming.

Yeah, exactly.

But would you ever dip back in if the opportunity presented itself?

I mean, I’m always kind of curious. Anything where there’s a mass audience — or seemingly an audience for it — I always like the idea of subverting people’s expectations. So there could be some radical way of doing it, which could be quite fun. It’s always difficult when there’s no source material. But, yeah, I’m always curious.

What type of role haven’t you been offered yet that you’re eager for?

I sort of, to a fault, rely a little bit too much on being inspired by things that land on my doorstep. I literally just did this movie called Good Time, which I think is a really interesting role. But I would’ve never, ever predicted that I would’ve liked it. [Pattinson plays a New York bank robber running from the police.] I think that he’s basically the embodiment of an angry commenter on the Internet.

That sounds great.

Well, if you watch the movie you’ll probably be like, “Huh? What are you talking about?” But one of my favorite things to do — this is quite embarrassing — but you know how when you look on Amazon and you see a product that’s got a consumer review that is so scathing, on like an electric toothbrush or something? Like, literally buying this toothbrush has ruined this person’s life. I always click on that person’s buying history, or their other reviews, and I’ll just read them for days and days. And I’m really amused. These people just have to vent this kind of furious anger on product reviews. I’ve always found that sort of character really interesting. [Laughs]

“The Lost City of Z”, opens today April 14 2017 in NY and LA, with a wider release on Friday, April 21.

What You Do To Me part I (Park Chanyeol x Reader)

*This is my very first time writing! I hate reading and literature but I was just feeling it so why not? Please read and give me tips and advice. I’d like to turn this into a series. Please reblog and like so I know I’m doing well 💖 enjoy!

Description: What happens when you’re a 21 year old bag designer and meet Park Chanyeol who you’ve been stanning your whole life at Fashion Week?

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1864

Shuffling in my comforter on my king-sized bed while my alarm went off, I let out a groan. I reached over to my phone on the left nightstand and my hand just happened to miss it pushing it right off onto the marble floors of my apartment. The alarm was still going off and I let out another groan as I prayed that nothing had cracked. I manage to slide out of the comfy sheets and grab the device from the ground to shut off the loud morning call. The sun had barely risen, so why was I up so early? As much as I wanted to spend another 15 minutes in bed, I knew I couldn’t. Today was an important day for me and my career. I looked over to my right nightstand and saw a small envelope decorated with gold leaf and vintage flowers. I pulled out the piece of cardstock from it and in bold letters it read, “You have been invited to the S/S 2017-2018 CHANEL Show @ New York Fashion Week.” It had more information regarding the event and featured designers. I read every single word until something caught my eyes. At the bottom of the invitation I read, “Seat: A116”. Row A. I was going to sit in Row A of Section 1 in seat 16. Only the best of the best in this industry were seated here. This was the section where top bloggers, top designers, and top celebrities chilled as mannequin-like figures strut down the runway. I had only turned 21 about three weeks ago, so how did someone as young as me get one of the best seats at Fashion Week?


“Designer y/n will be the Hottest Handbag Designer of 2017”, I read off the article in excitement as all my friends and families congratulated me. I never went to design school or took professional lessons, but I had made a successful debut as a handbag designer. My aesthetics were appealing to many people. It was the perfect mix of hard and soft, feminine and edgy, cool and dark. Everyone loved it. This included Beyonce. My work was beautiful and modern. Beyonce tweeted my work and even asked for a handbag for herself, which I definitely did not refuse. Ever since then, I’ve been blowing up as the next big thing of 2017.

This was my first appearance at a major event. My work was being recognized and I deserved a spot here. I would be able to make create so many connections and opportunities for myself in this industry. Focusing back to my first priority, which was to make yourself a nice warm cup of green tea, I put down the invitation and scrambled out of the bedroom. Quickly starting up the water on the stove, I ran to wash my face and brush my teeth. After, I came back to finish making my cup of tea and headed back to my bedroom. I sat down at my vanity and wondered how I was going to do my makeup. Feathery brows and a dewy base was the trend so I decided on that. Before I started, I pulled the curtains away so I could do my makeup in natural lighting. I had bad experiences with looking too orange after doing my face in bad lighting. As I did my makeup, I listened to whatever was playing on my favorite station on Spotify, which was in no doubt, EXO. I was the biggest fan of them, especially Chanyeol. I admired how talented he was. I mean, SM though, right? Right when I was about to attempt Chen’s highnote in Monster, the music stopped. My phone rang in the familiar ringtone of EXO’s debut song and I picked up. It was my best friend, f/n. “Hey! Did you hear?” she exclaimed. “No, what? Why are you so excited so early?” - “I just heard something and you won’t believe it” - “okay, and?” I replied with confusion. “Okay so you know my friend Marco. He works with the organizers of Fashion Week and gave me a peek at the guest list in your section. Oh my god I’m going to die. EXO is seated right next to you in seats A117-A120.” I couldn’t believe it. EXO, who I had been following from the very beginning in 2012 was going to be at Fashion Week. Seated right next to me. How was this possible? I was honestly going to lose your shit. Just how was I going to introduce myself and act? Am I gonna be lame and ask for an autograph and picture. That’s not lame, is it? Too many thoughts were running through my mind at the moment and found everything hard to process right now. I finished the call with f/n and finished my makeup as calmly as possible. 5 minutes later, I still haven’t calmed down my shit yet. Well, a little bit. I pulled out an outfit from my closet. It was a ruffled blouse in the color of crimson. Along with it, was a pair of flared culottes that defined my waist in a beautiful nude color. It was the perfect length for my petite body that stood at 5’0”. I quickly styled my hair into loose waves that framed my face perfectly. Time was passing quicker than I remembered so I packed my little nude clutch, threw on my outfit, a pair of single-strap heels and I was out the door.

Thank god I lived in the Big Apple because 5 minutes after i arrived, lines got real long. I showed my invitation to the two overly buff men at the entrance and entered the venue. It was nothing like I’ve ever seen before. It was dim and there were people from all industries. Oh yeah, celebrities. Celebrities were EVERYWHERE. EXO was nowhere to be seen (yet) so I managed to stay calm. It was awkward not having anyone I know to keep me company considering I was new to this world. I stood in the corner like a plant not knowing what to do. I checked my phone and it displayed “12:46 PM.” The show didn’t start until one so I was stuck with no one to talk to for the next 14 minutes. But that was a lie. A lady who looked in her early 30’s came towards me. She was chic and had a perky personality. She introduced herself as a journalist from Vogue and wanted to interview me. I was more than happy to and answered all her questions perfectly. It was just the right timing because the show was going to start any minute now. I shuffled around to my spot and man, I felt incredible. Front row seats, where I would get the best view. I was on top of the world, until I saw a large shadow overcast me. The large figure took a seat and I recognized who it was right away. EXO. EXO was seated right next to me. In fact, Park Chanyeol was seated right next to me. I might’ve stared for too long because Chanyeol turned to greet me. I greeted back and tried to focus on the show. My face was growing as red as my blouse. Was Chanyeol going to notice? Oh god, he smells wonderful. He was so close to me, I knew I was going to lose my shit. But i’m an adult, so I didn’t. The show started and I was able to relax more into my seat. I totally had forgotten about the beautiful being that was seated next to me. I enjoyed all collections that came out on that runway and I knew I was going to be invited to more shows. At the end, everyone stood and applaud the closing. It took about five minutes for everyone to settle down and continue on with whatever they planned to do for the rest of the day. EXO was getting up from their seats and greeting people. Are they going to leave? Am I going to ask for a picture? Should I just introduce myself? I couldn’t make up my mind as my phone suddenly rang. Oh my god, Mama was playing from my phone right now. And I was too shock to turn it off. Chanyeol immediately turned to me hearing the familiar song. He gives me probably the most angelic smile I’ve ever seen and he was hella tall. He towered over me but I didn’t look like a midget thanks to my 4-inch heels. The only thing I could say was “It’s my ringtone”. Of course I stuttered it, but it came out in korean so that was a plus. “You speak korean?” Chanyeol asks. I thank the lord for letting me study korean because they were finally coming into use. I answer shyly yes and Chanyeol was more than excited to talk to me. “A-ah Annyeonghaseyo. My name is y/n. I’m a handbag designer.” Unconsciously, I hand him my business card. He takes it from my fingers and says, “Ah! I’ve heard about you. I’m a fan. It’s amazing how far you’ve come considering your age.” He just said he was my fan “I’m a huge fan of you too! You have no idea how long I’ve been following you gu-” I cut myself off, too embarrassed to continue. Now, my face was really blowing up. Chanyeol lets out a small laugh. He leads a small talk with me until one of the other members nudge him that they must leave now. “How long are you guys staying?” I quickly asked. Chanyeol replied, “We’re leaving tonight. But please come to Korea and watch our shows sometime!” I gladly nod and wave goodbye to him. I guess he wasn’t expecting just a wave because he came in to give me a light hug. And like that, he disappeared into the crowd, leaving me stranded in row A of Section 1 with my fastly beating heart.


Resting on the couch, I scrolled through all the articles about me at Fashion Week. There were tons of them. Apparently, I had been one of the favorite outfits of the bloggers. A plus for that! As much fun as the show was, I couldn’t forget about Chanyeol. Why would he hug me when he barely knew me? Wouldn’t all the other fans come after me if they knew? I was more than familiar with this crazy fandom and there are some crazy lunatics. But still. Why didn’t he just settle with a wave? Are koreans that open? I thought they didn’t like skinship. Once again, my heart was beating extremely quick. I decide to close my eyes and rest my mind. Not even 20 seconds had pass when I get an instagram notification. I look at the screen and my jaw dropped wide open. “(y/insta/n): real_pcy liked your photo” I was losing brain cells because this wasn’t being processed into my mind either. My phone dings again with another notification. “(y/insta/n): real_pcy sent you a message” And I lost my shit again.

Originally posted by dazzlingkai