It was getting to the point where I was having internal battles with myself every night. ‘Y/N he’s working on the novel and the newspaper, of course, it’s going to be harder for him to spend time with you’ versus ‘he’s moved on, he’s closer with Betty now, he and Archie are closer too, you’ve lost him, you’re irrelevant’. These were the thoughts that had been consuming my brain for the past couple of weeks. Jug was my best friend, right? Maybe I should text him? Maybe not. I started playing with my pale grey cap, my nervous tick of sorts. Jug could always tell when I was nervous because I would fiddle with the cap “Y/N” he’d say “spill it, you can’t hide anything from me, I can read you like an open book”. Thinking about this little memory was bittersweet. How can someone who’s practically by your side every day suddenly just have no real interest in talking to you? Ever since the murder of Jason Blossom, it really feels like everything in Riverdale has changed.
I glanced at my clock perched on my bedside table, 7:45 pm sigh. Maybe doing some homework will take my mind off all this bullshit, who’s idea was it to put me in advanced algebra anyway? Oh, that’s right my father, who I really wish was here right now and not away on some business trip. Tonight would have to be a lonely one. That’s when I remembered I had Jug’s math textbook, there it was sitting on my desk. I flipped it open and sure enough on the bottom left-hand corner was a small ‘property of Jughead Jones’. Perfect I could use this as an excuse to text him.
Hey Jug, I forgot I had your math textbook? Want me to come drop it over? The two-hour wait to get a reply just built up more and more anger inside of me Hey Y/N, I’m working on an article with Betty right now, could you drop it off to me in the newsroom in free period tomorrow? This was it, this was fucking it, oh I would take his textbook to him tomorrow and I would also confront him about this whole thing, that’s what I’d do straight up ask him why I was suddenly dead weight, I’ve had his guys back for so many years and now I’m just nothing, I won’t have it. Will do I sent back, cool calm and collected and then I was going to give him a piece of my mind tomorrow.
Getting ready for school was never a difficult task for me, I pretty much did the same thing everyday. My Y/H/C was tied into a ponytail with the front strands falling onto my face framing it. I put on my classic ripped boyfriend jeans and a black t-shirt, accompanied by my army jacket. To finish off my classic look I added my signature grey cap and put on my favourite dark grey lipstick. I wasn’t the girliest of girls, that was for sure, but everyone seemed to identify me by my style and in this I found comfort. After giving myself the once over in the mirror I grabbed Jug’s textbook from my desk, shoving it into my bag and I set off for school.
The day dragged on and on, I had a tonne of classes with Kevin and Ronnie today so it was nice to hang out with them for a change. This was of course until Kevin pulled the “I haven’t seen you and Jughead together in a while, what happened you two are usually joined at the hip?” line “You guys are my otp, I hope there’s no trouble in paradise” Veronica added. “Ronnie we’re not dating, why does everyone always think that and honestly, I don’t know, I guess he’s been too busy with this whole novel and newspaper thing to remember me as well” I replied giving my best interpretation of a fake smile. Veronica and Kevin gave me sympathetic looks.
As the bell rang, signaling our release I was packing my things together when Veronica grabbed my arm. “Y/N you need to tell Jug how you feel, I don’t know if you’ve even admitted it to yourself yet but it’s pretty obvious you’re in love with him, I can see how much not seeing him is hurting you and I think it’s best if you face this head on” I was so taken aback by this, I mean for years I’ve always had people ask if Jug and I were dating but no one had been this blatant with me. Was she right?, No he’s my best friend, I couldn’t be in love with him no way. I let out an awkward laugh “I don’t love Jughead, we’re just friends” It came out so defensive that Veronica raised both her eyebrows and folded her arms “the fact that you’re being so defensive about this just further proves my point” She said in a sing-song voice. “I gotta go Ronnie” I replied standing up from my seat and walking out the classroom “I only say this cause’ I care” she yelled after me.
Making my way towards the newsroom, I’d never felt so nervous in my life, like get a grip girlie it was just your friend, surely this whole not speaking to me thing was just, not even a big deal and I was hyping it all up. I was still going to have a go at him though because he was angry when Archie ditched him and now he’s okay with doing it to me? Not on my watch.
I had the math book in my hand as I was walking up to the door of the newsroom, I had my best ‘pissed off face’ going on I was ready.
I had my hand almost on the doorknob when I took a quick glance through the doors glass window. That was when my stomach fell, my jaw dropped and my heart involuntarily shattered. It was just a glimpse that’s all I could allow myself to watch, but inside that dusty old newsroom was one Jughead Jones kissing Elizabeth Cooper. The feelings hit me like a truck, and then everything went numb.
I didn’t know what to do so without giving any sign I was there I dropped the math book and ran, I ran out of the school I ran past pops and all the way home. By this time the tears were free falling, I couldn’t stop it and I didn’t care. Once I was in the safety of being inside my house with the door locked I gave in to my emotions and just slid down to the floor.
Wow, I felt so stupid and so naive, why didn’t I see this coming, it all made perfect sense now. I guess this was me also coming to terms with the fact that as usual Ronnie was right, I was painfully in love with Jug and now I was too late to ever do anything about it.
The more I sat there and thought about it the more I came to realise that this was my fault. I held Jug up to this crazy high standard and just assumed it would always be him and me at the end of the day. I had sacrificed so much to hang out with him, to keep my “image”, I avoided making too many other friends, I avoided parties, extracurricular activities you name it I wasn’t a part of it. Now it was all going to change, it had to change. Maybe this was the wake-up call I needed. I had to work on myself, be better, be stronger. Most of all this needed to happen because this meant I could quite literally not be around Jughead anymore, I think seeing or talking to him would make me cry, something the new me will NOT be doing.
I picked myself up off the floor and headed to the bathroom to wash my face. “Get a grip Y/N, ” I told myself staring into the mirror. It’s like as soon as I come to terms with the feelings I think I may have had for years, I have to immediately try to get rid of them. I think this was a coping mechanism for me, and I think the reason I’ve never let myself admit that I had feelings for him before was because I fear rejection so much so very much, and I had to do what I knew would keep him around and that was to continue to be his friend. Well, little girl it’s time to grow up.
And what’s the best way to look more mature and confident, change your style. From what I’ve witnessed from the media, what you wear can have a profound impact on how people view you. This is what I had to do first, get rid of the “old me” look. This meant bye grey cap, bye dark lipstick ( I mean what was I even trying to do with that? Look like a corpse?) (oh wow corpse jokes really funny, maybe a bit too real in light of recent circumstances.) And also a very big goodbye to my jeans and army jacket, that would have to go too.
Looking through my closet it was apparent I didn’t have much to work with, I would definitely have to go shopping this weekend, I’ll bring Ronnie and Kevin along, they know fashion and are probably more than willing to help me out. AH HUH eureka! The dress I’ve been looking for! About two months ago I bought this really nice burgundy skater dress that I was planning to wear on a summer trip away, but when that got cancelled I never really had an excuse to wear it, until now. It showed a lot of leg, which I was surprisingly pretty comfortable with. The thought of people seeing me in this tomorrow made me feel a mixture of excitement and nausea.
The next thing that would change was the hair; no more would it be hidden by a cap and just randomly pulled back behind my face. I would wear it down and give it a curl. I think that would give me a nice elegant edge. God, I really don’t think anyone’s even going to recognise me tomorrow, kinda funny really. The next thing I had to do was go on to the school website and look for an extracurricular I would be willing to do. Hopefully, this would be a good way to make new friends and keep me busy.
I went and grabbed my laptop from my desk, as I did this I heard my phone vibrate, which meant I had a message. The name that made the screen light up made my heart skip a few beats, it was from Jug Hey, I just found my math book outside the newsroom? Why did you leave it there and not come inside? SIGH, reading that was like a knife to my chest, I immediately deleted the message, this may be immature but I needed time, I can’t bring myself to talk to him and if he can do it to me I can sure as hell do it to him.
Shaking those thoughts away I was brought back to the task at hand. Logging onto the schools web page I found the list of extracurricular activities going on at Riverdale high. Chess club? Pass. Girl’s soccer? Hard pass. Mathletes? No way in hell. Come on there has to be something here. After fifteen minutes of looking to no avail I scrolled past the extracurricular activities. Eventually I saw an ad posted by the she-devil herself Cheryl Blossom, apparently, one of the river vixens had broken her ankle and a new vixen was needed immediately, auditions were tomorrow after school. Hmm, could I do this? Maybe I could? The old me would never dream of being a cheerleader but the new me, maybe she could. You know what, fuck it. It was decided, I caught myself slightly smiling as I clicked ‘attend’ on the event. It felt like a breath of fresh air, tomorrow I would walk into school confident and new. I was going to cure my own broken heart. I just hoped a run in with Jughead wouldn’t make it all come crashing down.
ok but that scene that leads to dizzee kissing thor is one of the great moments in television in 2016… like the way the scene immediately focuses on the concept of freedom and safe spaces where “free people run free”… and dizzee already being impressed and looking like he just figured out something about himself…. and then thor says ‘my turn’ and the music playing in the background changes and it’s enticing and it speaks of attraction… the “it’s okay, go on, kiss him” and dizzee looks surprised but also happy and then the song slows down and they start moving towards each other and dizzee looks completely mesmerized like he’s having an epiphany and you see thor smiling at him and then they ‘kiss’ and as they pull apart the song ‘set me free’ starts playing and the lyrics go “come set me free, you got the keys, come rescue me”, the beat picks up and we see dizzee dancing carefree and smiling… it’s so freaking beautiful and poetic!!
Give it to me straight. Get to the point. Say it like you mean it. No nitty gritty bullshit, give me the meat of what you are saying.
Ease me into what you’re trying to say. Keep the communication on a practical level. No abstract ideas, ground your words into the earth and I’ll understand.
However you want to explain this to me is good. I am very interested in your words. I can receive this any way you want to explain it.
Communicate it to me in a way that you know I can receive. Your words strike emotional chords in my body. Be gentle as I digest it.
Can you explain this to me in song? Or pictures? Or dance? No? Okay well just make me feel like what you are saying holds relevance to my life and I am open ears. Also.. MAke it exciTING !!
Please lay out the details for me. You speak a word and I find a million questions for clarity. I want to hear and understand everything about what you are communicating to me. Don't be vague.
If you really want me to hear you.. Don't be to brash, or dramatic, or all over the place. Please be concise and balanced with your communication. I appreciate what you have to say, just keep it level headed.
I want to know the truth. Give me the fucking truth. I want to know the depth. What is behind your words? What is your motive with these words? Don't you dare lie to me. I will always find out your truth.
Give me the big picture, the philosophical concept, the dream. Ignite me with your words. Expand my mind with your communication.. I am so open.. Just don't bore me. I need a sense of purpose to listen.
If you want me to take you seriously, know your shit. Communicate factually in a mature manner. If you want me to hear you without judgement, your words must impress me. I don't have time for the wishy washy wandery words. Get to the point.
Please communicate this to me in the most abstract conceptual way you are able. If you want me to receive your communication I need to be met with intellect that causes me to really think over your words.
Explain it to me in a story. I can't understand all of your crazy ass details. I need you to paint me a picture with your words.
I just got done watching Beauty and the Beast, the new remake, with @icarus-will-rise and… wow… I think there were times I cut off the circulation in his hand I loved it so much
Let’s start at the beginning, shall we?
As usual, spoilers. This will be tagged as such tho.
• THE. CHOREOGRAPHY. AT. THE. BEGINNING. As a dancer, this was what made me instantly love the movie, like IT’S HISTORICALLY ACCURATE AND BEAUTIFUL AND??? WHY??? I LOVE IT SO MUCH
• C O S T U M I N G. I especially loved at the end that some of the servants still had face paint on their faces, like “oh yeah, that’s still there, it’s not like they’ve magically had their human faces cleaned while they’re not human or anything”
• speaking of the end, “Turn back into a clock. TURN BACK INTO A CLOCK.”
• and when the piano turned back he had no teeth? I approve
• also speaking of the end, HOT DAMN, Dan Stevens’ growl when Emma Watson asks him to grow a beard… like… damn… even @icarus-will-rise agrees that was hawt
• THE TRANSITIONS FROM THE HUMANIZED OBJECTS INTO NORMAL OBJECTS MADE ME CRY. Cogsworth not being able to talk, Mrs. Potts’ face disappearing, Chip’s dish shattering (I GOT SO SCARED), Lumiere and Plumette, the dog with his legs up, just, AH
• Okay, unpopular opinion here, I didn’t love the songs all THAT much. The originals are better. Emma and Dan definitely did a great job recreating the songs and all, but I think we can all agree the original “Beauty and the Beast” by Angela Lansbury smashes the new one to pieces, right?
• However, on that note, the new songs were pretty good and fit right into the soundtrack in everything from background music to lyrics. Evermore was good, but the one in the movie was def better than the credits one, I mean, come ON, guys.
• Okay, back to the movie–
• L E F O U.
• Props to the casting director for ALL of his/her choices (Emma Watson could not have made a better Belle if she spent DECADES preparing for this role), but OH MY GOD JOSH GAD AS LEFOU.
• I don’t know WHO saw Olaf in Frozen and went, “This snowman would make a great gay sidekick for Gaston”, but whoever did, I love them.
• Speaking of LeFou, he went through some GREAT character development. From being completely obsessed with Gaston at the beginning (telling the Bimbettes they didn’t have a chance, talking to an imaginary Gaston in the mirror, calming Gaston down with thoughts of the war <which was HILARIOUS btw>, winking during “Gaston”) to actually having a backbone after they tie Maurice up in the woods (you can see him begin to shift his alignment, and lose his love for Gaston, there) to finally being like “yeah, screw this, Gaston wouldn’t save me from a falling talking piano with key teeth missiles, I'mma help the talking teapot spraying my fellow villagers instead”. I LOVED LeFou.
• You know who else loved LeFou? THE DRAG QUEEN. I know he’s either Tom, Dick, or Stanley, and @icarus-will-rise and I think it would be pretty ironic if he was Dick. I’ll have to check when it comes out on DVD since I wasn’t really paying attention, and by GOD I loved that little hint that they ended up together during the dance at the end.
• Anyway, back to the plot
• Those wolves were TERRIFYING
• Also, I don’t know about you guys, but instantly when I saw the beggar lady I was like “she’s gonna be important”. It was when she rescued Maurice I knew she was the enchantress in disguise, don’t ask me how, I just knew. They wouldn’t put a character in there randomly unless she was essential to the storyline, so I guess that’s why I guessed that.
• …did I mention LeFou was by far my favorite?
• But Emma Watson came in as a close second. By GOD, she was a great Belle. Her reaction to that library was tbh exactly how I would’ve reacted.
• Like I said, casting was spot-on amazing.
• You could FEEL the angst radiating off of Beast.
• Maurice was great, not as kooky as the original but I like him better as a sad artist.
• ^By the way, Belle’s parents’ backstory had me in tears. The plague representation was so accurate and answered SO many questions of mine.
• Also, Gaston was really good
• He actually tried to woo Belle a little instead of being like “I’m so great, you should totally marry me just for my looks and charm and hunting skills and my luxurious hair”
• He gave her flowers, sorta kinda pretended to be interested in her books, and seemed genuinely interested in saving her when the townsfolk were being mean so at the beginning I was sorta like “gee, why’s Belle being so rude and shit”, which was the only reason I didn’t like the change in Gaston’s behavior
• Then he started being a dick to her dad and I was like “whoops never mind”
• Umm,,, the fight against the villagers was really great?? Mrs. Potts seeing her husband (who was the citizen with the most sense, let’s be honest here) and falling from the chandelier, the boiling tea, THE DRAG QUEENS, Chip being a badass smol, Lumiere’s fireworks display, Plumette dusting people’s faces and the piano being heroic by trying to cover the door? It was A+
• Also “GRANDMOTHER?!?!?1?????!!??!!”
• Le Fou… the gay is strong with this one…
• Basically, I loved Beauty and the Beast’s live action remake, 10/10 would watch again.
• My only problem is her dress, really. My only GIANT problem, that is.
• They didn’t include the dog in “Beauty and the Beast” (the song), but fine, I’ll forgive that
• My major problem is that dress
• Okay, fine, it’s got the appliqués, but WHERE IS THE NECKLINE
• WHERE ARE THE CORRECT RUFFLES NOT THIS RUFFLE SHIT YOU GIVE US DISNEY
• We demand the truth
• (Side note: what is it with Emma Watson’s dresses being inaccurate in movies because this is now the second one???)
Jace knows his infatuation with his neighbor is kind of creepy.
He has been told several times, by Alec and Izzy and Magnus separately, that he needs to either talk to the guy or stop posting about him on Twitter. But that’s much easier said than done.
You develop a certain kind of intimacy with the person who lives in the apartment beside yours. With thin walls that accompany cheap housing, Jace could hear everything that went on in Simon Lewis’ apartment and vice versa. When Simon turned the volume up on his TV too high, Jace could hear direct lines from Ghostbusters. When he played his guitar, Jace could hear it. When he had friends over and he was laughing, Jace could hear it. He had a great laugh.
His crush had first developed nearly five months ago, and since then he’d been hopeless. He’d had a cold and was coughing non-stop, unaware at the time that his neighbor could definitely hear it.
There had been a knock on his door and he’d gotten up to answer with his blanket wrapped firmly around himself, hair unbrushed, looking completely disgusting because he’d assumed it was Alec and he didn’t care how he looked around his brother.
But Simon had been standing there instead, a bowl in his hands and a cheerful smile on his face.
“Hey!” He’d chirped when Jace answered. “I know we’ve only talked like, twice, but you sound really sick and I would’ve felt like a horrible neighbor if I just listened to you suffer and did nothing about it. So I, uh, made you some soup. I hope that’s okay.”
Jace had been overwhelmed and horrified with the fact that his cute neighbor had made him soup and that his cute neighbor was seeing him in a terribly unattractive state, so it took his brain a few moments to sort through it all and formulate an answer.
“Thank you,” he’d said sincerely, taking the warm bowl in his hands, “seriously this is so nice. Thank you.”
Simon had beamed, which Jace was fairly certain had healed him a little bit. “I hope you feel better soon. And you know if you need anything, just knock on my door. Or the wall, I guess.”
And from that moment on, Jace was smitten.
So occasionally, when Simon did something cute, Jace tweeted about it. So what?
It was all fine until he got a notification on his phone which read: @SIGHMONLEWIS STARTED FOLLOWING YOU.
At first, Jace’s idiotic brain had registered this as good news. And then every tweet that he had ever sent out about Simon’s face and his guitar skills and his cute Star Wars pajamas that he wore out into the lobby to get his mail came back in vivid detail and he panicked.
He frantically scrolled down his profile, hastily deleting any tweet that mentioned Simon. He was just starting to calm down, thinking that Simon probably hadn’t even bothered to look down his account, when a DM came through.
Simon had shared a tweet of Jace’s that said “Pretty boy next door is singing again……#blessed” and accompanied it with a message that said “appreciate the feedback, dude” with a laughing emoji.
Jace blacked out for a few moments from extreme terror.
He didn’t even remember dialing Alec’s number, but soon enough his brother’s soothing voice was in his ear, talking him down.
“It’s not as bad as you think.” Alec said calmly. “If anything, he might like it. They’re compliments!”
“Some people think stalking is a compliment.” Jace said with a slightly hysterical scoff. “He’s probably so creeped out, oh my god. He probably sent that message so that I would know he’s creeped out. He’s probably taking screenshots and sending them to his friends and asking them to look for apartment listings.”
“You’re blowing this out of proportion!” Alec insisted.
“How did he even find my Twitter?” Jace wondered aloud, realizing for the first time that he had never shared it.
“Well, Isabelle followed him. And she’s been to your place dozens of times, so he probably recognized her. And you’re always on her feed, because you’re both obsessed with taking selfies together, so he probably found you that way.” Alec sounded proud of himself for his deduction. Jace saw red.
“She followed him?” Jace hissed. “That makes it worse! He’s going to think I talk about him to my family and friends!”
“You do.” Alec pointed out.
“Okay, okay. I’m going to go talk to him.” Jace decided with a deep breath. That was the best course of action. If he avoided Simon, it would be a million times worse the next time he ran into him in the hall. He needed to fix this, or at least give Simon the option to choose never to speak to him again.
“That seems like a bad idea.” Alec advised. “Maybe take a few minutes to calm down first. Think about what you’re going to say.”
“No, no, I have to do it now or I’ll lose my nerve.” Jace said. “Love you, I’ll call you if I need to move in with you and Magnus, bye.”
And he hung up. He spent a few seconds messing with his hair and trying to calm his erratic heartbeat before swallowing his pride and knocking on Simon’s door.
Simon answered after a painstaking couple of seconds where Jace began to convince himself that he’d fled the country. He was in sweatpants and a yellow tee that read “Hufflepuff’ across the chest. His hair was slightly messy and something about him looked off, but he was still beautiful. He smiled at Jace, eyes crinkling at the corners.
“Hey, it’s my number one fan!” He teased, effectively making Jace’s face heat up by twenty degrees. “You want me to perform a song?”
“Uh, I wanted to explain.” Jace said, trying to recall his improv skills from high school theatre. “I just, I know it might seem like I’m uh, obsessed with you or something, but I just tweet about stuff that happens in my life a lot so it’s not really you specifically, just…”
Simon seemed amused, his lips pulled into a permanent smirk. “It’s okay, man.”
“It’s weird.” Jace sighed in defeat, shoulders slumping. “I know it is. If you want me to delete my account and never speak to you again, I totally will.”
“What?” Simon shook his head. “No! I mean, really it’s okay. It was kinda…cute, actually.”
“Really.” Simon nodded, then cast his eyes downward. “And I may or may not have a Tumblr where I’ve occasionally posted about my hot neighbor. So.”
All of the panic in Jace’s body thawed and melted into absolute relief, shortly followed by ecstatic joy. He’d never even entertained the thought that his pretty neighbor might be into him, too. It had honestly never crossed his mind.
Simon looked like he was about to say something else, but he very suddenly pulled an arm up and muffled a quiet sneeze in the crook of his arm.
“Sorry,” he said with a sniffle, “I think I’m catching a cold.”
Jace smiled, already moving back toward his door. “That’s too bad. Maybe some soup would help?”
Simon beamed and nodded, already falling into step behind Jace. “That’d be great. And then you could tweet about it.”
“And you could post on Tumblr about it.” Jace countered.
Simon laughed, and it was a beautiful sound to hear on the opposite side of the wall for the first time. “We’re so creepy.”
“It’s not creepy anymore,” Jace pointed out, “now it’s cute.”
“You’re right.” Simon agreed, settling on Jace’s couch. “We’re so cute.”
The first time you see Sam Wilson shirtless was
when you were finishing your shower after training. He walked right past you –more like bumped into you—, with his
earphones well-secured in his ears and his mouth moving—he was most probably
lip-syncing to god knows what. He was sticky and sweaty, and as you fell
together, you realized he had been training very hard. You were starstruck and
your hands were still on his pecs; his lips were dangerously close to you and
you were damn sure you had the funniest and dorkiest face ever.
“My god—I—I’m so sorry!” You babbled once you
regained control of yourself and got up on your feet again and helped him up
“No, I’m sorry,” he said in a careless manner,
“I was not looking and it was my fault. I’m Sam by the way, Sam Wilson…”
“Oh, you’re the new one. Steve’s friend,” you
nodded, “it’s good to see you’re accustomed to be here, you’re making your way
here and that’s good to see.”
“Well, this is not different from the army,
except that I can actually wake up when I want to,” he chuckled, “by the way,
you never told me your name.”
“I’m (Y/N), (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” you reached out
your hand to shake his, “I’ve been here with the team for a while now, I was
from SHIELD,” you explained.
“I think I saw you… when agent Hill took us to
that secret spot,” he narrowed his eyes as he tried to remember it. “You were
one of the doctors taking care of us.”
“Yes!” You squealed. “I was indeed, it’s great
to have you here as part of us; I’ve seen you in combat and… you’re
impressive,” you admitted feeling your cheeks warming up and tainting with a
hot pink flush. “Sam, I have to go, Natasha’s waiting for me upstairs. It was
very nice to meet you,” you smiled.
“I’ll try to be less distracted when I walk
around you,” he slyly said, “take care.”
The first time you see Sam Wilson shirtless,
you made a fool of yourself but he didn’t seem to care.
The second time you see Sam Wilson shirtless
was at one of Tony Stark’s parties. He was drunk, and golly you pitied him for
the hangover he was bound to have the next morning. You were sitting with
Natasha while the rest of the males tried to lift up the hammer.
“Oh come on girls!” Sam blurted. “Don’t you
wanna know if you’re worthy?”
“No thank you, bird brain,” Natasha replied and
turned her head to you, “stop staring at him or he’s gonna notice,” she took
the bottle to her lips and smiled knowingly before drinking.
“Notice what exactly?” You rose an eyebrow.
“That you like him, you dork,” the redhead said
as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“I don’t like him,” partially true, “I just
like to see him; he’s got some nice ass and a great front to look at,” you said.
“Can’t blame a girl for liking those assets,” you shrugged and leaned your head
on her shoulder. “What about you and Rogers?” You elbowed her. “That looks
steamy, aw!” You teased.
“Yeah, don’t change the topic,” she teased back,
“you like Wilson, and I like that; he’s a great guy and you deserve someone
like him; you’ve stumbled into too many assholes in the time we’ve known each
Out of a sudden, Tony started playing some
random playlist on Spotify, and the first song was Ed Sheran’s “Shape of You”.
You looked at Nat and you both started laughing at the two men approaching you;
one was Sam and the other was Steve who was not as drunk as his friend. Natasha
accepted without further argue; you on the other side, were a bit more
reluctant to dance with him, especially when he was shirtless and you were
drooling like a dog at Pavlov’s experiment.
“Come on, don’t say no to this song,” he held
your hands; they were rough and a bit dry, but his grip was quite gentle, “and
try not to say no to me too,” he added.
“Sam, go get dressed, dammit!” You scolded him.
“You’re gonna catch a cold!”
“Bullshit,” he clicked his tongue, “now come on,”
he tugged at your hands and you accepted to dance with him.
His hands, even though he was completely drunk,
were still very respectful and you had to give him a point for that. You held
on to his broad –and naked—shoulders and danced the night away. You two even
kissed a few times as the songs played and the dancing became a bit heated, but
he surely wouldn’t remember a thing of it.
The second time you see Sam Wilson shirtless
was not required and probably the most uncomfortable thing ever, but the man
had a body and you had functioning eyes, so why not?
The third time you see Sam Wilson shirtless was
after a mission. He refused to let his shirt go but you threatened to hit him
with some big ass dose of horse tranquilizer so you could rip the fabric away
and he reluctantly obliged. You had seen it before, but this was the very first
time you had such a close look at it. You could still see the marks of the suit
all over his chest and back, some of the scars; the old and the new ones, and
the laceration that was causing trouble.
“Sam, if you could please relax…” You sighed,
putting on your gloves. “Just a few stitches and you’ll be just fine.”
“It’s not that, (Y/N)… It’s just that it’s the
first time you’re voluntarily seeing me like this because I always go with
someone else, but they’re all busy today,” he sheepishly admitted, “and we’re
not drunk, or distracted,” he looked down at you and you felt a shiver running
down your spine; his eyes had never been this fixed on you before it was surely
making you a bit uncomfortable and very self-conscious.
“But not the first time I see you shirtless, so
suck it up,” you replied in an unfriendly voice. “Sit down and turn around
before that thing goes bad,” you ordered. It was the usual procedure: cleaning
and clearing, sewing and covering the wound with bandages. Sam winced and
tensed when you started the first part. “Sammy, I’m sorry but the sooner we get
this over with, the better, okay?” He breathed out heavily and nodded. “Alright,
here I go again,” you warned and started stitching him up. He endured the whole
process stoically and he didn’t grunt not even once. You softly patted his
shoulder to let him know that it was over. “Good boy, you deserve a lollipop,”
you giggled, “I’m sure I must have a candy somewhere—”
“Uhh, (Y/N)?” He nervously asked. “I was
wondering if you… I don’t know… maybe we could go out one day?” he scratched
the back of his neck; needless to say, he hadn’t put on his shirt yet.
“Are you… Are you asking me out?” You asked,
rolling all the dirty things you used into one great ball and heading for the
trash can. You pursed your lips trying to hold back a childish and nervous
“I mean—yeah, why not?”
“You promise there won’t be any nudity, alcohol
or anything that’s not PG-13?” you folded your arms over your chest and rose
your eyebrows. You wanted to say yes, of course, but he was not getting a
positive answer so fast. “Sam, promise me that,” you urged him.
“Some old Disney movies are going to be played
in the park one of these days, would that be okay with you? PG-13 enough?”
“That would be perfect,” you nodded happily. “I
like peanut butter sandwiches more than popcorn, and I tend to speak a lot
during movies, and if there are songs I know, which is really likely, you can
be well damn sure I’m going to sing the hell out of them, so consider yourself
warned. I’m the worst person to watch movies with,” you shrugged.
“Warned and taking the risk anyway, so stop
putting me off and just go out with me, okay?” He chuckled, sliding down his
chest the t-shirt that seemed a bit small, but perfect enough to hug him
tightly and reveal his chiseled torso. It was the first time you saw him under
such an attentive eye, and you were quite intrigued by the findings.
“You got it,” you breathily laughed, “I’ll
write our date down so I don’t forget about it, you happy?”
The third time you see Sam Wilson shirtless got
you a date.
The fourth time you see Sam Wilson shirtless
was after a great night of sleep. You rolled to the other side to find him
peacefully sleeping. He groaned and lazily started to stretch as he opened his
eyes; he looked at you and smiled.
“What up, naked woman?” He giggled as he saw
your uncovered torso; the night had been a long one and for a period it seemed
sleepless, but you two run out of energies after some passionate love making
and decided to go to sleep without any clothes at all.
“What up,” you replied in a whisper and leaning
forward to peck his lips. “Did you have a good night?”
“The best one in years,” he yawned, “and you?
Did I interrupt your night of sleep?”
“Not at all, Mr. Wilson,” you bit your bottom
lip and snuggled closer.
Things had gotten official between you two the
night before; Sam Wilson made the question publicly and you drank until very
late with the rest of the team. You hadn’t been this happy in years, and Sam
was doing everything in he could to keep you like that, but he didn’t need to
try that hard, just being himself was enough.
It was the very first time you asked someone to
move in with you, and even though Sam lived with you for a long time, you never
invited him to the privacy of your own sanctuary. He had invited you to his
room on countless occasions but it always ended up in the walk of shame.
“I just want you to know,” he said, placing a
hand on your jaw to cup your face. He stroke gently your cheek, “that I’m
really honored for this… I know you’re not the one to share your room,” his
nose bumped with yours, “and I hope this is the first night together from many
more to come, when we get a place on our own,”
“Is this getting serious, Sammy?” You chuckled.
“Because if it is, you could might as well propose to me right now,” you
pecked his lips and he helped you getting on top of him. “Oh, someone’s getting
excited?” You bit your bottom lip and started rolling your hips gently. Sam pulled
you closer for a heated kiss; it felt nice to have his skin so close to you
The fourth time you see Sam Wilson shirtless
was the moment you realized you wanted to be with him for the rest of your
The fifth time you see Sam Wilson shirtless was
on a mission; one that ended abruptly. He’s bleeding a lot and you’re damn sure
he won’t make it. Steve’s carrying him in his arms back to the quinjet and
you’re following his steps trying hard to keep yourself together. Natasha runs
behind you, calling your name to please go back and help her, but Sam is everything
you have in mind for now. You know you can’t abandon your job just like that,
but you can’t abandon him either.
Steve placed him on the quinjet’s floor and
started setting the medical equipment to keep him alive, but the wound was too
profound and he was losing a hell lot of blood.
“(Y/N), you either go back and fight, or you’re
useful here, but don’t stay there doing nothing,” Steve blurted, ripping you
from your thoughts. You kneeled next to him trying to ignore the gushing blood
coming out of Sam’s stomach.
You started cutting Sam’s shirt and Steve
hurried to press some gauze onto the wound to stop the flow. You took some more
fabric and pushed Steve’s hands away. “Don’t die on me, Sammy, don’t you dare,”
you threatened, with your voice breaking and your hands shaking. “Sammy talk to
me, now,” you cleaned your forehead with your arm while Steve changed the
“This is gonna leave some big ass scar,” a weak
voice startled you. Sam tried to smile and so did you, but the laceration was
too big and too scary to even fake. “You know what’s funny?” you shook your
head, “I wanted to propose to you today… but I don’t think I can now,” he gulped
and winced from the pain. “Steve…may I have a moment?” Steve nodded silently;
he placed a heavy hand on your shoulder and squeezed it lightly. Then, with
loud steps he got out to meet the rest of the team; the fight was fortunately
won by the Avengers and they were all waiting for the diagnose on Wilson’s
state. Steve’s face said it all. “I don’t have much time here, gorgeous,” he
coughed, “so I’ll try to make it quick. You’re so—so fucking awesome and… I
love you, just that…”
“Don’t say it as a goodbye, Wilson—you can’t do
that! Not to me!”
“Kiss me as if it was the last time…” He
teased. You leaned in to feel him one last time, trying to make his last
minutes on earth the happiest ones. “You’ll be just fine without me, you’ve
always been anyway,” he smiled lightly and sighed deeply. He slowly closed his
eyes until you realized there was no life in that body.
“Sam… Sam, no. Dammit no!” You placed your
hands on his chest to shake him, but there was no answer. Loud steps stopped
just behind you and a warm hug took you away as you kicked and screamed to be
put again next to Sam’s lifeless body. Thor was dragging you back and trying to
keep your breaking self together.
The fifth time you see Sam Wilson shirtless was
also the last one.
“Please understand” Namjoon begged. His fingers wrapped
around your wrist as his eyes melted, pleading with you.
“Understand what? That you’re putting your ex-girlfriend
above me?” you asked. Namjoon sighed and the thought of slapping him crossed
“Your current boyfriend? You’re ditching your future for
your past?” you said, talking over him. He just stared at you, his eyes still
attempting to beg you. Why had he been so stupid lately? Were you speaking a
language that he couldn’t understand?
“I’m not ditching you, okay? I can’t stand the idea of
having her hate me. We used to be best friends, ___. I love you and you know
that” he replied, sliding his grip down to hold your hand. Your eyes looked
down at his hand and you raised an eyebrow.
“If you loved me as much as you say you do, you wouldn’t be
acting like such a dick to me. I don’t care if you work on your relationship
with her but it’s not okay that I have to watch your foreplay-”
“Foreplay? What are you talking about?” Namjoon questioned,
his eyebrows knitting together in confusion.
“What am I talking about? You haven’t noticed the way she
touches you? I’m surprised she hasn’t dropped to her knees yet-”
“Okay, ___. That’s enough” he cut in, voice a bit escalated.
He was yelling at you now? You gave him a look and he groaned before starting
up his usual apology. You snatched away from him and he stood up, trying to get
you to come back to him.
The door opened and she emerged from the darkest pit in
hell. “Namjoon are you really going to miss your own birthday party?” she
asked, eyes slowly moving from your face to his.
“-are you really going
to miss your birthday party” you mumbled, mocking her little voice as you
walked out of the room. You heard Namjoon calling your name but you just kept
walking. You needed a drink. You needed a walk. You needed your boyfriend to
quit acting like a clueless dumbass.
You turned around and watched as Yoongi walked to meet you.
“You know, usually, when you scream someone’s name you’re jogging to catch up with them” you
“Yeah, yeah, sure. You and I both know that I am not going
to run just to get you” he responded.
“Truly the greatest best friend in the world” you said
sarcastically. Yoongi smiled in his drunken state and smacked your shoulder.
His arm draped over your shoulder as he walked with you to the open bar. He sat
with you before frowning, using his Jedi-Yoongi tricks to read your mind. He
ordered a few drinks and passed them all to you.
“What did he do now?”
Before you could answer, a loud roar of applause started up
and you both turned your heads toward the door. Namjoon walked into the room
with his dimples flashing and the she-witch glued to his arm.
“Ahhh, Medusa again?” he asked, stealing one of your drinks.
“Cruella” you responded.
“…Jafar?” he struggled. You laughed and he smiled.
“I couldn’t think of anymore evil chicks” he explained. You
just shook your head and downed a couple of the drinks. Your eyes cut back to
the two of them and you felt your jaw flex, your teeth pressing together. You
turned back to your drinks and quickly drunk the rest before taking Yoongi’s.
“Maybe you should try not being an alcoholic..?” Yoongi
said, watching you.
You ignored him, asking for another drink. Who was he to
judge? He’d been drinking too.
“I think it hurts more that it’s a girl because I literally
can’t do the things that she can do for him” you vented. Yoongi frowned in
confusion and you sighed.
“We don’t have the same parts?” you tried again. You could
see that he still wasn’t getting it.
“A vagina. I do not have a vagina. I am vagina-less” you
said, spelling it out for him.
“Well, she can’t give him what you can. SHE DOESN’T HAVE A
PENIS. SHE IS PENIS-LESS” he shouted. You clapped your hand over his mouth and
smiled to the people who’d began to stare. He mumbled something against your
hand before licking your palm, forcing you to snatch your hand away.
“Seriously?” you asked, wiping your hand on him.
His glazed eyes were a sign that you’d clearly
underestimated how much alcohol he’d had. He was officially beyond his limit
and you needed to get him home.
“Let’s go” you sighed, standing to help him up. Yoongi
allowed you to help him through the crowd, his smile thoroughly worked into his
face. Namjoon saw the two of you leaving and he hurried toward the door.
“Is he okay?” he asked.
“He’s fine. Carry on with your party” you replied, not even
glancing at him.
Ursula, being Namjoon’s shadow, moved to his side and asked
the same question.
“He said that I’m fine, you dick-less homewrecker” Yoongi
said. You held in your laugh as you continued out of the room.
Yoongi shuffled his feet along, making it a little easier to
help him out of the building.
“You’re an idol. Why don’t you guys have your driver with
you at all times?” you complained. Yoongi slapped his hand to your face and you
slapped him back. He laughed and put his finger to your lip, telling you to
Yoongi tripped and you were barely able to catch him in
time. He laughed as he went down and laughed even harder as soon as you caught
“You need to get me home before I die out here” he smiled. You
just shook your head and continued down the street with your arm around him. As
you approached the building, Yoongi had gone from laughing uncontrollably to
singing at the top of his lungs. You tried to quiet him down but he was just
too far gone to listen.
I have a new Ryden theory about "Take A Vacation!"
What if - theoretically speaking - the whole album, especially the title song, is just one big metaphor? The title song, “Take A Vacation!”, is obviously a metaphor for Ryan leaving panic! In the chorus of the song, Ryan sings, “I need to take a vacation. If this is settling down, then why aren’t you here? I want a big celebration the night we get back into town, and I hope you’re all there.” Right? Okay, so, what if that song was his way of telling Brendon: “Hey, everything is a little much for me right now. I need to take a step back, be with a group that doesn’t have that much media attention. But! I want you to be waiting for me when I get ready to come back! So, please, will you welcome me back with open arms when I’m ready to come back?” (Obviously Bren was like “lol bye”). And the boys used to joke about marrying each other because no one else could put up with them, y'know, “settling down.” (If this is settling down, then why aren’t you here?) And then the rest of the album is pretty much the same. Songs about Brendon, songs about being in panic!, things they’ve been through together. And, the exclamation point at the end of the title is obviously a symbol that he wasn’t done with panic!, – never was. He just needed a break. He needed to take a vacation.
Notes: Ok, I know I said this chapter was going to be a ticket to angstville, but I lied. That’s the next chapter. I decided to just give a touch of angst. I thought Hobi deserved to have a nice date first. Also, so far this is one my favorite chapters of anything I’ve written so far. I freaking love boyfriend Hobi.
Genre & Warnings: Smut, Angst, Hoseok being cheesy but cute. Doing naughty things in public.
Taking extra precaution to silently creep down the hallway, Hoseok almost let out a loud screech when he was tapped on the shoulder from behind.
“Where the hell have you been?” Namjoon asked, quirking his eyebrow at him.
“Out.” Hoseok mumbled, avoiding eye contact and continued walking, Namjoon following close behind.
“Out where, exactly? You were gone all night, and then all day today. You’re lucky I covered for you when Manager came by. Wait, did you leave with that girl?”
“If by “That girl” you mean Y/N, then yes.” And, oh, how he wished he was still there. He couldn’t believe he’d only known her for a day. It felt she was meant to be his, and he planned on holding onto her whatever it took. He could still smell her on him. The mixture of strawberry and sex was intoxicating. The ache to hold her again was almost painful.
Hamwriters Prompt: AU Day!
Imagine your favorite characters and actors in whatever universe you like and write about it!
A/N: Guess who’s taking part in @hamwriterschallenge! I took this as an opportunity to expand my character list and get used to writing for other characters and actors. That means you’ll get a fic from me everyday! I hope you enjoy the stories! To everyone who submitted an idea, don’t worry! I’ll get to it! I may have used your request for another day…who knows? Plus, I used the college Lin went to as the University. I’m not exactly sure if this is how the college is but….. As you can tell, my writing slump got the best out of me! However, I’m trying to get past it with this challenge!
You were moving into your dorm at Wesleyan University. You had gotten accepted into the school and just so happened to score a dorm right across a certain Lin-Manuel Miranda. He had dark hair and a bright smile. You had two classes with him, Acting and Introduction to Playwriting. He was also a Theater major. You two really haven’t talked much until cast lists came out. He scored the lead and you stood by him as his character’s lover. In Act I, you both start out as best friends and soon become lovers halfway into Act II. You admit, it was cliche. Act I wasn’t very demanding. However, it did require you to get along. It wasn’t like you weren’t in bad terms. It’s just that you didn’t talk to him that often. The lack of communication changed that day. A knock at your door jolted you awake. You didn’t even realize you were napping on your textbook. Groggily, you opened the door and saw your neighbor, Lin. “Hey, Lin. It is Lin right?” He had his hands in his pockets. He nodded. “You’re Y/N? From Acting?”
“Yeah! What can I do for you?”
“First of all, congratulations on lead! Anyways, our characters are best friends. I was thinking that we should hang out. That way we could get the chemistry flowing, you know?”
After that day, you spent every single day with Lin. He was such a charming and down to earth man. The production was a few weeks away and the group focused on Act II. Particularly a scene where you kiss. “Stop! I’m leaving! There’s nothing you can do to stop me, Sebastian!” You said as your character, Mason. You faked anger and Lin looked hurt. You moved upstage right and he held onto your wrist and pulled you closer. “Goddammit, let me go!”
“Mason, hear me out.” You tried to escape but he held onto tight. You glared at him, but inside you knew what was coming up. It was the kiss. Out of nowhere, he kissed you. It felt like a dream. It felt right. After that, he held onto your shoulder. You forgot your blocking. Crap. You stared at his character and proceeded walk offstage.
It was now the last day of the production and you were pretty disappointed. Theatre was such a huge part of your life and now you had to wait until next year.
Summer ended and you lost contact with Lin. You were afraid that you wouldn’t see him around but, it seemed like school wanted you to be. This time, his dorm was next door. You shared no classes, but you made time to hang out with him. You were studying for your finals when you heard some singing. Of course, it was Lin. Maybe visiting him wouldn’t hurt. You softly knocked on his door. “Who is it?” he said. “It’s Y/N!” You heard footsteps running towards the door and you were met with the same face you loved. His eyes looked so tired. Did he ever sleep? “Hey, Y/N. What do you need?”
“I just came to visit since I heard lots of music. I just wanted to see what you had today.” You smiled and he motioned you to come in. His dorm was quite tidy, but you did see a few loose papers scattered on tables. He sat on the piano bench and he handed you a music sheet. “Alright, one two thr-”
“Wait what?” You were in shock. You weren’t even good at singing! You knew how to read music, but you never sung in front of anyone! He looked at you a bit puzzled. “You’re singing the song.”
“Lin! I can’t sing!” He smirked and put his hands back on the keys.
“I guess there’s only one way to find out.”
It’s been a year after that night. Let’s just say…it went well. After that night, you were always called if he needed to run through with Vanessa. You only had one more year of college and you were doing just fine! You aced all of your classes and you made time for your electives and clubs. You were on your way to the library when Lin texted you.
Meet me in the theater.
That was a little vague. Maybe you had a rehearsal you forgot about? You turned around and made your way to the theater and saw your director, Elizabeth and Lin on the stage. “Ah, Miss L/N. Mr. Miranda has informed me of a musical he wrote and he said that you took part in it as well. Is that true?” What is going on here? Were you going to get in trouble? “Actually, I was singing for him as Vanessa. I wouldn’t consider it being a major part of his writing process. I was just singing for the part.” She was about to speak, but Lin spoke out first. “Y/N was a major part of this all. She helped me out when I was stuck and sang damn well.”
“Okay. Let’s see what we’re working with,” she flipped through the song book “give me a sample of 96,000. Just a sliver of Usnavi and Vanessa’s part.” Shit. Sure, you memorized her part but you’ve never performed it in front of someone else. He got into character. “96K Go!” “If I win the lottery, you’ll never see me again.” It’s been five months since that day and you were Vanessa. Elizabeth had pushed through and let In The Heights play at Wesleyan for a few days. It was the last performance. In the span of all of this, you fell in love with your character and Lin. You tried forgetting about him, but let’s be honest. That didn’t work at all. It seemed as if he was a magnet. His personality was so endearing and admirable. You wanted to belong to him. However, he had a girlfriend. You couldn’t blame him. She was beautiful. He’s been trying to date her for a while and he finally succeeded.
It was your last year in college and you were ready to leave. Ever since your role as Vanessa, you wanted to go into musical theater. You chose singing as your minor and kept theater as your major. Yeah, it was a tough industry. It required drive and motivation and luckily, you had all of that. You were no longer Lin’s neighbor. Maybe it was for your benefit. If you saw him one more time, you were pretty sure you would just kiss him. You heard a knock and looked through the peephole. Speaking of Lin…Reluctantly, you opened the door. He looked a bit nervous. “Hey, Lin. What’s up?” He looked to the ground. “She broke up with me.” You hugged him out of pity. He loved her so much and she just ended it. Of course, you didn’t know every exact detail of their relationship but you heard enough. “I’m sorry Lin. Is there anything I can do to h-”
“Is it funny that I didn’t really love her anymore?”
“Yeah, I loved her. It was starting to get boring after a while. She was a little too overprotective.”
“Then why didn’t you break up with her sooner?”
“Because…I thought that if I dated someone, I would lose my feelings for someone else.” You couldn’t believe what he was saying. “So did you confess your feelings to the other person?” You sat down at your desk and Lin pulled up a stool. This was too confusing.
“Actually, that’s what I’m here for.” He fumbled with his sleeve.
“Oh, so you need help asking them out?” He started laughing.
“You’re so oblivious, Y/N. Why else would I be here?”
“To ask ou-oh…” So he wanted to ask you out? The man of your dreams wanted to date you. Your heart pretty much bounced out of your chest. You couldn’t form any words so you impulsively kissed him. You’ve kissed before in scenes, but this one…this one was different. You wrapped your arms around his neck. “So..is that a yes?”
A/N: Based off of something I messaged @courtneychicken at 4 in the morning. Obviously when I have my best ideas. I know I said I would try to include some of my typical slang, but it doesn’t come across as much when I’m writing. I did use the term wicked though. That is an extremely Rhode Islander thing to say. Btw this is all from Bucky’s perspective.
this is kinda like my miniseries
where i write the agt auditions except this is the voice and u and luke
are judges and also dating okokokokok
i dont want to make this a series pls dont make me
“This is gonna be the one,
guys,” you stated as the lights dimmed while the last contestant of the
day was coming onstage, “I can feel it.” The three other men looked at
you and chuckled as the music started.
You all listened intently, wanting to be sure you wanted the girl on your team – and she’d picked such a demanding song that you wanted to hear her get through a few
more notes before you made your own decision. And when she hit the note
that brought everyone to their feet, you immediately hit your button.
The girl’s voice wavered slightly in shock but she kept going, happy
she’d made it onto the show. However, you noticed out of the corner of
your eye that Luke’s arm had moved slightly, making your head snap over.
“Don’t you do it, Hemmings!” you threatened. Luke simply laughed, leaning back in his chair.
turned back to the stage, putting your elbow on the front of your chair
and resting your chin in it. You couldn’t see Luke, so when the song
came to an end, you thought for sure you had this performer on
your team. Unfortunately, you heard a chair turn at the last second,
making your head snap up as the girl onstage honestly looked like she was going to pass out.
“No!” you screamed at Luke, jumping up from your seat, “You can’t do that!”
“I think I can though,” he smirked, not looking at you, “Because I did.”
Negl Henry is blacklisted from my dash and I don’t pay attention to anything having to deal with him, but um… he apologized but the fact that he deleted it after being told there was no reason to is…….
Also Jessi…can I just say, like I ignore her to a point because I know she be on some other shit, but can I just say at this point, she’s really aggravating. Like okay, I get you’re American or whatever and celebrate being different among female rappers in Korea, but her whole ‘I’m basically black’ attitude really agitates me and every time I see her, I’m just reminded of it. The thing with Henry shows that she thinks she can speak on something like antiblackness, like she’s earned enough EXP in being Black™.
Side note: No one even fucking says “gucci” anymore….?????? Like it’s not 2011? I’m aware she just came out with a song called “Gucci” as well (Btw), she still late as all hell.
‘Dan are you ready yet?’ Louise called.
'No! I’m not even taking that long, Zoe was only done a few minutes ago!’
Louise sighed at Dan’s comment because of how much of a lie it was. Dan seemed to care more about his appearance then either of the girls did.
It was just the three of them, Dan, Zoe and Louise, they were at Zoe’s house getting ready to go to a concert for the night and they were all just as excited as each other.
Dan had been friends with the two for as long as he could remember. Even since before he was old enough for people to tell him that it was a bit strange for him to only hang around with girls. It didn’t bother him though. He’d just never really thought about trying to befriend a boy before, they all seemed to scary and hard to talk to and Dan really didn’t have the courage for that.
'I’ve been ready for ten whole minutes actually Dan, now come on!’ Zoe complained.
'Alright alright I’m coming, let’s go to the car’ Dan said, dashing out of the bathroom. 'How do I look?’ He asked, standing in what he thought was the most confident looking position possible.
'Woah, Zoe gasped 'you look…’
'Very handsome’ Louise cooed.
He was wearing a white button up shirt, with some kind of intricate pattern adorned on it, a pair of black skinny jeans (which he rarely took off actually) and black stud earrings to match. His hair was wild and curly with slightly shaved sides, it looked so crazy and unkept but still managed to look like he’d spent a lot of time on it.
'Thanks’ he replied shyly, a slight tinge of red appearing on his cheeks. 'Now let’s go before we miss the whole damn thing!’
It didn’t take long for them to get there. They were greeted with the sound of flashing cameras and screams as they joined the cue. Dan looked up and saw the name of the act they were all here to see in lights above the venue door.
'Philip Lester’ it read.
Dan knew that name well. Phil was Dan’s favourite singer, he wasn’t sure if it was because of his looks or his mesmerising voice but Dan definitely wouldn’t have come out to see anyone else.
'Hey Dan, we’re allowed in now’ the girls giggled at him as he still had a gormless expression on his face and was staring up at the sign.
He’d been too busy daydreaming to even notice the hoards of people that were now piling into the theatre.
Zoe took Dan by the hand and the three friends stepped inside.
'Oh uh one second’ Louise struggled, one trying to hold her things while the other was trying to fumble around in her bag to find the tickets.
'Here you go sir’
'Thank you very much, have fun guys!’
The wait seemed to last ages. Dan sat in his chair, huddled between Zoe and Louise (at the very front none the less) gazing up at the stage.
'Ladies and gentlemen…’ a loud booming voice echoed around the room.
'Ahhhhh! He’s coming, he’s coming!’ Dan, Zoe and Louise squealed to each other.
'Eeeeee!’ Everyone was cheering and screaming.
Dan was pretty sure that his screams were louder than anyone else’s. The young man came and walked out onto the stage and as he cleared his throat silence fell across the theatre.
'Hello everyone’ he beamed before bracing for the impact of the screaming crowd as it started back up.
'He’s just as dreamy in real life’ Zoe whispered.
'Before we begin I have an announcement to make’ Phil said into his microphone 'at the end of the show I will be giving away a free backstage pass to one lucky audience member, and the winner will get to come and hang out with me after the show’s finished’
Dan couldn’t hear himself think after all the noise that sentence caused around the room.
'Wooooo’ Louise shouted, particularly loudly. Then quietly said to Dan 'you could win that you know’ as she nudged him on the shoulder.
'Yeah right, like anyone ever picks me for anything, let’s just sit back and enjoy the show’
And that’s exactly what they did. The three of them had never danced so much in their lives, they laughed and jumped around as Phil’s singing echoed around the room. Although, Dan did spill his drink at one point, somehow managing to get it all over Louise’s dress, which he was nothing but apologetic about. But Louise assured him that it was okay and they continued to dance the rest of the night away until the very last song had finished.
'Alllright then folks’ Phil started speaking after he’d finished singing his 17th (or was it eighteenth?) song. Dan had lost track of how long the night had been to be honest but it had without a doubt been the most fun he’d ever had.
'It’s time, to chose the lucky winner!’ Phil stated in a fake dramatic voice.
He clambered down off the stage then and began walking through the audience.
'Hmmm, but who to pick?’ He questioned with a mischievous grin in his face. He walked round looking at the crowd, clearly taking his time to choose. Dan kept his eyes on Phil the whole time, watching him as he searched, he was coming closer and closer and Dan was still looking at him and then Phil returned the gaze.
Dan froze with shock. He had no time to process anything at all though.
'You! You there, would like like to come backstage with me?’ Phil came waltzing over beaming as he looked down at him, seemingly not even noticing how much he was dying inside from the shock.
'I err, I’d love to…’
'Alrighttt, lets go’
Phil took Dan by the hand then and led him back the way he’d came.
'Bye guys!’ Dan called to Zoe and Louise behind him, he didn’t turn around to see the looks on their faces but he imagined they would be just as shocked as his.
Everything seemed like a blur to Dan then, he was touching Phil Lester of all people… and they were holding hands! He couldn’t believe his luck, nothing good ever happened to him…
Once he was up on he stage he stood there and listened as Phil spoke.
'Okay then everyone, I would like to thank you all for coming…’
Dan wasn’t really listening, his mind was still racing with adrenaline. He looked out into the crowd and saw Zoe and Louise. They were both waved and smiling wildly at him and he was pretty sure he sure Louise mouthed
'You lucky shit!’
'What’s your name then?’ Phil asked turning to face him. Dan felt so flustered. He hadn’t even noticed that Phil had finished speaking and that the crowd of fans was now piling out of the theatre. He felt slightly like he had been strangled but somehow he still managed to form words.
'I’m er, Daniel. Daniel Howell’
'Well, hi there I guess’ He blushed as he spoke which made Dan a little curious.
'I really love your music you know, this is so cool!’
Phil blushed even harder.
'Thanks… you know, you’re kinda cute’
What?! Had Phil just? Did he just? Dan thought he was actually going to drop the floor and faint. What kind of over obsessive fangirl was he? He had to pull himself together.
'Oh er, thank you… are we gonna go backstage then?’
'So, this is Larry’ Phil gestured over to a tall important looking man wearing headphones 'he’s our sound guy’
'Hi’ Dan introduced himself.
'He can’t hear you, you know, headphones’ Phil laughed grabbing Dan’s arm and dragging him down a corridor.
It was a lot bigger behind the stage than Dan thought, he felt overwhelmed by how much there was to look at. A large burly looking man walked past them then.
'Oh this is Drake, he’s my bodyguard’
'Um, hello’ Dan felt slightly intimidated until the man caught him by surprise and smiled at him’
'Hello’ he said.
'He may look tough, but he’s actually he big softie’ Phil exclaimed.
They walked round for what seemed like hours, and well it might have been for all they knew. They were both having so much fun, they seemed to have connected so easily. Dan didn’t feel like just another crazed fan to Phil and Phil didn’t feel like an obnoxiously self centred celebrity to Dan. The two had become friends almost automatically.
They walked down another corridor and Phil spoke up.
'Hey, what do you say we grab some food and chill in my dressing room? As much as I’d love to show you round more I’m literally going to die of hunger if I don’t eat’
Phil came to a halt outside one of the doors.
'Okay, so we’re not strictly supposed to go in here… but I saw some great looking cakes and sandwiches through that door earlier’
'Well then its a good thing I’m feeling a little rebellious’ Dan smirked at Phil.
'Alright on the count of three we’ll run inside and nab as much food as we can, then follow me and we can sneak it into my dressing room.’
'Sounds like a plan’
'Okay. One… two… three!’
The two boys darted though the door, (luckily no one was inside) and grabbed the food that had been nicely laid out on the table. Then they sprinted back out and Dan followed suit as Phil ran down the corridor and into one of the other rooms.
They were practically gasping for breathe then.
'It seems you share my physique’ Phil joked after catching his breath a little.
Dan looked up.
'Yeah… exercise is overrated’
As he looked around he saw that they were in a rather fancy looking room, lit up with bright lights and scattered with mirrors.
'Woah this is your dressing room?’
'Sure is’ Phil replied proudly.
They tucked into the food right away after that. Phil was right, the it tasted amazing. There were sandwiches of all different kinds, cakes that tasted heavenly and about five different and if soda.
'I’m really living the pop star life now, huh?’ Dan said, sat crossed legged on the carpet.
'Yeah, well you got food on your chin Mr Pop Star’ Phil laughed.
'I do?’ Dan blushed.
'Come here’ Phil scooted closer to him and wiped his chin with a napkin.
Dan was a little surprised when he didn’t scoot to his previous position, he stayed sat close, right in front of Dan. Dan felt a little awkward eating when they were sat so close so he put down the sandwich he was holding.
Phil was looking at him still. It wasn’t a normal kind of look though, there was something longing about it that made Dan want to look right back at him. As he did he could see Phil’s eyes up close. They were quite beautiful, he’d seen them before on various posters and in magazines but the were so much prettier, so much brighter in person.
'You’re very cute, you know that Dan?’
Phil said again, he seemed so transfixed by Dan’s gaze.
'You’ve said that already’ Said Dan laughing.
'Oh I have… sorry’
'No no it’s okay, good to know that celebrities are human too and that they aren’t perfect’
'I really do hate the word celebrity’ Phil confessed thoughtfully.
'Yeah, it makes it sound like we’re above other people just because we got lucky. But we’re just the same as everyone else’
Dan paused at this comment, he thought for a moment. For some reason it didn’t feel like the two his just met. They felt so close already, like they’d known each other forever.
'You’re not the same as everyone else Phil’ Dan said.
'And for the record I think you’re cute too’
Phil stretched out his hand and placed it under Dan’s chin as they continued to hold each other’s gaze.
'Oh really? What kind of cute?’
'I er… don’t know how to say’
Dan’s cheeks glowed with scarlett.
He began to lean in closer to the other man. Phil closed his eyes.
'Then show me…’
Dan kissed him then. Feeling like he was going to explode as he did so. Phil was kissing him back, wrapping his arms around him and gripping his shirt gently. Dan could feel Phil’s breath against his lips. They pulled away eventually, each other’s eyes still solely focused on each other.
Fiction of the Iron Dragon (or, Secret Art of the Iron Dragon)
Levy was undeniably excited about her creative writing course. It was an invitation-only class, and invitations were only issued to students in their second or third year at Magnolia University who had demonstrated a talent for and an interest in writing during a prior year. Levy had always been a shoo-in, along with her best friend Lucy, but she hadn’t fully believed she’d get in until the letter from the Chair of the English Department had arrived in the mail over the summer.
Levy and Lucy arrived early for the class and grabbed good spots by the windows not too far from the front. There was only one other student in the room, a guy a little older than they were who looked like he’d probably just stayed after an earlier class. They assumed that he would be heading out as soon as more of their own classmates arrived. Nothing about his multiple piercings, sleeveless navy T-shirt, or elaborate black Mohawk suggested an honours English student. He eyed them as they came in, but then went back to his book.
The rest of the students arrived in twos and threes, and Lucy eventually noticed that she’d lost her friend’s attention. Levy kept looking back at Black Mohawk.
“What’s up, Levy? I’m sure he’ll figure it out once the class starts. Why do you keep staring at him?”
“I’m not staring,” Levy replied, frowning. “It’s more that… I recognize him now, and I feel kind of weird that I didn’t say hi when we walked in.”
“Um, he kind of stands out—how come you only remember him now?”