ugh why is this movie the way that it is

so when I went to go see It again no one in the audience seemed to care when Ben kissed Beverly and woke up from her trance, but when Bill kissed Beverly, everyone broke out into applause. can someone please tell me why my son Ben was ignored?? Ben, the boy who helped carry the plot. Ben, who did all the research on Derry. Ben, who told the losers’ club about the tragedies in Derry. Ben, who ultimately saved Beverly. can we please show some love and respect for this boy the same way we love and respect the rest of the losers’ club?

Friendly reminder that Dean does NOT even have to be bisexual to date Cas, because:

  • Castiel literally isn’t male. It is canon that the angels in general are agender/nonbinary. I mean, obviously he’s not female either, but:

  • Dean is perfectly aware of the fact that angels are actually genderless/sexless celestial beings  (“You have been with a woman before? Or an angel, at least?”) and yet he’s slept with the angel Anna (note: the angel that was supposed to replace Cas). 

  • Even if Dean’s straight… and even if we take into consideration that Castiel’s vessel is male (which doesn’t really matter) or that he may actually identify as a male at this point or whatever: you do NOT have to be bisexual to fall in love with a person of the same gender. You can be a straight guy and still fall in love with another guy (or anyone that’s not a woman), because:

  • Love. Isn’t. About. Fucking. Yes, Castiel’s vessel is male, but it’s not like we fall in love with other people’s genitals, right? I’m terribly sorry to break it to some of you, but not everything is about dick, so like… How about we stop making everything about sex (in every sense of the word)? I’ve seen people accusing Destiel shippers of sexualizing their relationship (yes, it’s true that there are people who just desperately want them to fuck while completely ignoring the emotional aspects of their relationship, but what can we do about it), but really – if saying “Destiel would never work because Dean is straight” (meaning: “because Dean wouldn’t want to have sex with Cas”) isn’t sexualization, than I don’t know what it is. They don’t have to bang, since their relationship is about so much more than sexual tension. You don’t have to have sex for your relationship to be valid, so seriously, this is such an ignorant thing to say, guys. It’s the fact that these two support, protect, need, love and care about each other unconditionally that makes their relationship so beautiful. The fact that they would never give up on each other. That they can communicate without saying a single word. That Cas makes Dean a better person and vice versa. That they would literally die for each other. That they care and are unable to kill one another even when they’re brainwashed or corrupted. That they would shake up Heaven and Hell for each other (and Earth, and Purgatory, and all those alternative universes, too). The way they gaze at each other. Their chemistry, loyalty, tenderness, trust, the slow burn and this damn “profound bond” – so unique, I’ve honestly never seen any canon couple share this kind of connection before. I could go on for centuries, but you get the point.

What I’m trying to say is that their relationship doesn’t have to be sexual. It’s romantic - and that’s what is special about it. It isn’t about two dudes looking hot while making out - which is actually what a lot of other show and movie makers think a queer romance mainly is, no shade. That’s why Destiel going canon would be an amazing revolution in terms of the portrayal of LBGTQA+ relationships. And I honestly don’t understand what’s so wrong with it or why anyone would be against it.

I’m sorry, that’s just the way I see it, please don’t start drama. The “Destiel can’t happen because Dean is straight” argument is just so invalid to me.


“We believe in you.”

*wipes away tear* Me, too, Strawberry Man. Me, too. 

If the Emoji Movie earns more money than Captain Underpants, I’m gonna eat my fucking shoe

Past and present

Throughout The Prince of Egypt there are many effective, and affective, parallels to “Deliver Us.”  While watching the movie the other night, I was struck all over again by this one:

[A few other angles are pretty similar, but I think this is the most obvious/direct.]

Soon after Moses recognizes the “River Lullaby,” he runs away, tracing parts of the path that his family took, with him in tow, about eighteen years earlier.

It’s interesting, especially when the scenes are placed side-by-side, to watch Moses the prince dash across the exact same place.  The parallel really makes me feel (recall, reflect on) the peril of the family’s flight through Goshen, and Yocheved’s effort to preserve her son’s life.  It helps emphasize something that has always impressed me about the well scene: how this initial meeting drags the siblings’ memories forward — we see in their interactions/dialogue the impact of their individual experiences of the morning they were separated — but also throws them all back to that time.  Painfully, past becomes present… becomes past……

When Miriam sings their mother’s lullaby, Moses stops, and Aaron turns, and the frantic tension between the three of them just kind of shifts.

And for a brief moment, they are united, finally, for the first time in the entire scene.  Around the song, around Miriam, around their mother.  Their positions remind me of this:

[Also, Moses… leaves a lot — at the end of the prologue, at end of the well scene, after he accidentally kills the guard.]

I’ve always thought of Miriam as the “guardian” of the lullaby: the way it passes from Yocheved to her, the way she takes their mother’s place.  With the song and her full memory of that day, she’s a guide, a maternal figure, to both Aaron and Moses.  (Related to that: Aaron may not trust Moses in the beginning, but I believe he trusts Miriam fairly implicitly.  I want to write more about this later.)

Truly, in this scene, the past becomes present, becomes past, in a very potent, confused, way.  It’s one of the reasons why the reunion in this movie stands out and seems so realistic to me.


A little sequel to my fic Protector. From Roman’s PoV, this time!

Summary: Roman & Virgil continue to watch some Harry Potter movies. Roman keeps on learning. *spoilers for Harry Potter!*

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It becomes an expectancy, without Roman meaning it to be. Sure, they’d started with Prisoner of Azkaban, but he honestly hadn’t expected Virgil to want to continue watching them. So, when the credits started rolling, and Virgil turned to him and asked, “Well… Goblet of Fire, then? Or do you want to go back and do them in order from the beginning?”, Roman had to stop himself from gaping. 

He’d chosen Goblet of Fire, and now, Roman claps a hand to his forehead as they watch the students from Beauxbatons enter.

“We never considered us getting put into other schools, Virgil! Damn it, that would’ve been fun.”

Virgil grins. “Short decision for you, then. You’re definitely from Beauxbatons, look, they’ve even got blue Disney butterflies.”

“That’s not even a thing.”

“It is, now, I just made it up.”

“And you’re obviously from Durmstrang.”

Virgil scoffs, and shoves Roman so he almost falls off the couch. “You’re literally only saying that because they’re wearing black.”

“They have your aesthetic, my friend… say, do you think Muggleborns would spread the word about Hot Topic?”

“Oh, shut up.”

But there’s no anger in Virgil’s words, and Roman delights in it, that they can banter without either one of them being hurt. 

For a while, they just watch, Virgil actually being the one who’s the most talkative. Roman listens intently as they watch Harry battle merfolk in the Lake, and Virgil explains how jump-scares work, even on repeated viewings. 

And, when Do The Hippogriff plays full blast, Roman really does fall off the couch, howling with laughter. 

“Quick, quick, pause it!” Roman says breathlessly, and he points at the screen, arms flailing. “Look, it’s you!”

Virgil squints, and then snorts. “You made me pause it for that?

“But, why, it’s perfect, they’re even wearing your eyeshadow!”

Virgil presses play, but his sarcastic resolve has broken- Roman can hear him giggling even above the music. “I don’t dance like that at all.”

“Aha! You’re implying you sing like that, then.”

“For crying out loud, Roman…”

But, when they reach the near end of the Triwizard Tournament, Virgil suddenly gets very quiet. The only thing he says is a whispered, “Stupid,” as Harry and Cedric grab the cup. And then, again, as Cedric refuses to leave Harry: “Stupid.”

Roman raises his eyebrows. “You know, most would call that brave.”

Virgil swallows. “Yeah. Bravely stupid.”

When the Killing Curse hits Cedric, Roman is surprised to see Virgil actually shiver. Yes, it’s an upsetting scene, but he knows for a fact Virgil has seen movies with a much higher scare factor than this. 

Virgil catches his eye. “Sorry.” He clears his throat. “Just… Patton was right. He- well. He’s a lot like…”

He trails off, and Roman glances back between the screen and Virgil, oddly touched. He can’t think of the right thing to say. Eventually, he decides on: “Hey, I already told you… I’m not a Hufflepuff.”

He means it as a comfort, and Virgil thankfully seems to take it as such. He curls up next to him and laughs, sounding a little shaky.

“Yeah, I know. That’s- that’s good.”

Roman doesn’t remember falling asleep. The last he can properly remember is still being taken aback at Virgil’s reaction to Cedric, and then suddenly, he’s being jolted awake by sudden movement. He groans, opening his eyes to see Virgil standing upright, shoulders high and tense. 

“Do you want some water?” Virgil asks. His voice is high pitched and overly loud. 

“Wha- no! Did you really wake me up for-” Roman blinks, only just noticing that the TV is still playing, now on Order of The Phoenix. “Oh. I’ll pause it for you, if you want a drink.”

Virgil’s mouth opens and re-opens. “That- that’s not what I-ugh. Fine.”

He leaves, and Roman pauses the movie. As he starts to wake up properly, he realises that maybe… maybe Virgil just wanted an out. An easy way to stop watching the movie. But… he had fallen asleep, hadn’t he, so Virgil could have stopped before then, so why…

Roman blinks and stares at the screen. It must have something to do with a particular scene. He tries to think, but he can’t draw a proper connection, still too tired, and Virgil is suddenly back, holding a glass of water with the air of someone being condemned.

He sits next to Roman, back ramrod straight.

And Roman can’t think of an excuse to not watch the movie without possibly embarrassing Virgil. He throws caution to the wind, and presses play. He’ll find out soon enough, anyway. 

They’re thrown back into The Department of Mysteries, and Roman quickly plays catch-up: okay, Sirius’s death is over, isn’t that the worst part done? So why-

Harry doubles over, and Roman feels like a lightbulb just turned on. It’s the scene where Harry gets possessed by Voldemort. It’s probably one of his favourites, just artistically speaking, but now he doesn’t care for that at all. The soundtrack builds as Voldemort chillingly whispers, “So weak… so vulnerable. Look at me.”

Beside him, Virgil actually flinches. He’s set his glass of water aside, one hand reaching up to cover his mouth.

“Virgil,” Roman says hoarsely. He still doesn’t quite understand, but everything within him is screaming to help. “We can turn it off.” 

But Virgil shakes his head, and he exhales shallowly, as the violins swell, and then, Ron and Hermione are there, and Harry’s thoughts are filled with their happy memories-

And there are unmistakable tears on Virgil’s face, and Roman has had enough. He reaches out and turns off the TV. Virgil turns away from him, and he tries to wipe his tears away, as if it’s a guilty act he should hide.

“Oh, Virgil,” Roman says, and he knows that isn’t enough, but it’s all he can think of.

“S-sorry.” Virgil breathes in and out for a few moments, then he finally faces Roman again. “It’s… that bit. It’s- it’s just-”

Roman closes his eyes, and thinks of every time he himself has cried at a move, and the reason why. His heart breaks at the answer.

“Relatable?” he tries, opening his eyes.

Virgil lip quivers as if he might cry again. He just nods. 

Roman is left reeling. He thinks of the power of that scene, the meaning behind it, of love and friendship, and the look Harry gave when remembering his friends, and the hope in the sound of Hermione’s laugh, and Roman tries to get into Virgil’s perspective, and replaces every single memory with all of them and…

He does the one thing he can think of that is right. He hugs Virgil, a flare of protectiveness in his chest, and he says, “Virgil. You’re many things, and weak isn’t one of them.”

He feels one of his shoulders shake as Virgil lets out a choked laugh against it. “Let’s watch something lighter, for a bit. That OK?”

Roman hugs him tighter. “Of course. Yes. Let’s.”

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Epic Movie (Re)Watch #189 - Spy

Spoilers Below

Have I seen it before: Yes

Did I like it then: Yes.

Do I remember it: Yes.

Did I see it in theaters: Yes.

Was it a movie I saw since August 22nd, 2009: Yes. #358

Format: Blu-ray

1) So the movie starts by introducing us to a sort of typical white guy spy. A James Bond type, but without the British accent (for some reason). It starts with the familiar, the usual tropes, before really fucking them over when Jude Law (who for some reason is trying to do an American accent and he’s not doing it well) sneezes and accidentally kills a guy.

Originally posted by foxmovies

Which is an excellent joke to introduce is into the film’s wonderfully strong sense of humor. If you think you know how a trope is going to play out, you’re probably wrong. In fact, the entire opening sequence is a strong representative of how the film blends quality action with quality humor which will be consistent throughout the film.

2) Melissa McCarthy as Susan Cooper.

Originally posted by replicants6

McCarthy is the foundation on which the rest of the film is built. From the very first minute we spend with her character she is established as not only good at her job but incredible at it. It is easy in spy spoofs for the main spy to be a bumbling idiot, but Susan’s continued competence is in fact one of the key factors which makes this film as incredible as it is. Especially considering the fact she does have some insecurities at the beginning, insecurities which are largely unfounded because she is fucking good at her job. McCarthy is able to have incredible warmth, heart, and vulnerability as Susan which she doesn’t always show in her film roles. But also when the script calls for it she can have this amazing brashness and humorous loudmouth/angry quality. Susan goes through an incredible transformation from the moment we meet her to the moment we leave her and McCarthy is able to play that absolutely perfectly. It’s HER story, it’s HER movie, and we are just along for the ride in an amazing way.

3) “Who Else Can You Trust?” is abbreviated in the film’s opening credits (I own the full version found on the album) but feels like a real Bond song with the opening credits feeling like a real Bond opening credits. This is part of the reason Spy is able to differentiate itself from other spy comedies like Austin Powers. It takes the genre, action, and stakes seriously throughout. This is real danger and true villains who are trying to get their hands on a nuke. It’s not like “oh, it’s funny because the spy is stupid and the bad guy’s want to kill all cats” or something like that. This sort of silly comedies can and have worked in the past, but Spy’s comedy is born out of its strong sense of characters and performances from the actor. Not by making fun of the genre, but embracing it in a wonderfully fun and funny way.

4) Jude Law’s Bradley Fine often times steps over the line which divides nice guy from Nice Guy™.

Susan: “Could you imagine me as a spy?”

[Fine, who has seen how badass she was in training, laughs at the idea.]

He’s an idiot and kind of a jackass. He may not actively be trying to belittle her but that’s what he does in pretty much 99% of their conversations. He’ll talk about how great she is but he gives her chores which she is overqualified for like picking up his laundry. It’s frustrating but then it’s supposed to be. It’s one of the key conflicts in the film that Susan is underestimated and belittled by all those around her because she’s not what a spy is “supposed” to be like.

Originally posted by summersroot

5) This film is pretty freaking great, but it could’ve used a little more Morena Baccarin.

Honestly, everything could use a little more Morena Baccarin.

6) What the fuck is this bullshit? He’s secretly SLEEPING with this bad guy and yet…

Fine [upon being caught by villainess Rayna with a gun]: “An awfully big gun for such a little girl.

Originally posted by mulder-scully-gifs

7) Allison Janney is someone who I love in literally everything I’ve seen her in. Even when she’s pretty much the straight man in this, the CIA director, I am just drawn to her. I just really fucking love Allison Janney.

8) Jason Statham as Ford.

Originally posted by gendrybaratheonn

Holy fucking shit. Somehow Jason Statham is in a movie with modern day comedic legend Melissa McCarthy and ends up being the funniest person in the film. He is totally committed to Ford’s arrogance, jackass qualities, intensity, and hyper masculinity in a way which is 100% hysterical! It’s a tricky business because Ford doesn’t think he’s funny. Ford doesn’t think he’s weird or an idiot, and Statham plays it like that knowing it will derive the most laughs. Ford is basically the super testosterone filled action hero in every movie ever and Statham doubles that while stealing every single fucking scene he’s in. And his chemistry with McCarthy is off the charts funny! Melissa McCarthy is the bedrock this film rests upon but Jason Statham is the fucking cherry on top (I think I’m mixing my metaphors but whatever), he is absolutely amazing.

9) I love this because it makes me angry.

CIA Director Elaine Crocker [about why Fine pressured Susan to stay out of the field]: “Yeah, he sniped you.”

Originally posted by simplybridal

THIS IS REAL! THIS IS FUCKING REAL! MEN IN CHARGE KEEPING WOMEN DOWN BECAUSE THEY’RE WOMEN, WHETHER THEY KNOW THAT’S WHAT THEY’RE DOING OR NOT! GAH! I mean, the film including it is fucking awesome and handled really fucking well but holy shit it pisses me off that this is even a thing.

10) I find it endlessly frustrating (and I think I’m supposed to) that all of Susan’s aliases and spy gear are not the “sexy” stuff but things which could be considered “frumpy”. Why can’t she be a gorgeous baroness with a super slick ride and men on her shoulders? Have you seen Melissa McCarthy? She’s fucking gorgeous.

11) Melissa McCarthy has a very strong chemistry with Miranda Hart, who plays Susan’s best friend Chummy in the film. Their relationship in many ways is much more important than the ones Susan has with any other character in the film, including Fine. And you understand how good friends they are with each other as the movie continues. It’s really great.

Originally posted by ludi-lin

12) Ugh.

Ford [after McCarthy points out he didn’t even like Fine]: “It’s called the rivalry of men!”

Originally posted by samisoffthewall

As a man I can say, “The rivalry of men,” is the equivalent of, “who’s dick is bigger,” because society has convinced us that we’re not a “real man” unless we’re the “biggest” man in the room. It’s fucking stupid.

13) One of the key things that makes Susan as strong a character as she is are her motivations. You understand what is driving her VERY clearly: her memory of Fine. It evolves into more than that as the film goes, it evolves into her just doing her job, but you understand why she does things which are outside of her norm. It’s because she is in pain over Fine’s (supposed) death and needs to make right by him. It’s clear and powerful and helps make the film as good as it is.

14) Aldo - as portrayed by Peter Serafinowicz (legendary character actor who can be found in Shaun of the Dead, Guardians of the Galaxy, the voice of Darth Maul in Star Wars: Episode I, and most recently “The Tick” on Amazon) is incredibly funny. Every overly sexualized moment with him & just his general chemistry with McCarthy makes him a worthy addition to the already stellar ensemble cast.

Originally posted by foxmovies

15) As I mentioned in note #10, I don’t understand why McCarthy is given all the frumpy gadgets and covers when she can pull this off:

She’s fucking gorgeous.

16) I’ve mentioned this with a few pairings before, but McCarthy and Statham have this intense/incredible comedic chemistry which is born out of their strong bickering. This is most plainly seen when they’re both at the hotel/casino arguing and I think the fact I’ve mentioned it so often is just a sign of how well put together this fucking cast is.

17) There is an incredible sense of tension that plays through most scenes (for example: when Chummy is trying to kill power to the casino) which ties into what I mentioned in note #3: it helps elevate the film over silly spy spoof into this engaging and riveting action comedy.

18) Rose Byrne as Rayna.

Originally posted by spiderliliez

Rayna was apparently originally written as a 19 year old girl (this according to IMDb’s trivia section), which makes a LOT of sense considering how much of a BRAT she is. Don’t get me wrong, Byrne is absolutely excellent at giving of the appearance of this elegant and sophisticated socialite. But that’s where the humor is from. The juxtaposition between what you expect from her (a refined Bond villainess) and what she actually is: a moronic spoiled brat. Byrne plays the humor and juxtaposition perfectly. The key part is that - like Statham - she’s not actively going for laughs. She’s not hyping up the stupidity or the silliness, acting like Rayna knows she’s stupid, but instead trusting the script and playing it in a way where Rayna takes herself seriously. And THAT’S the gag! And it’s great!

19) At this point Rayna has called Susan a child multiple times, compared her to a depress homeless clown, and insulted her ability to address herself.

Susan [to Rayna]: “Why are you being so nice to me?”

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

20) I’m starting to sound like a broken record but McCarthy’s ability to hold her own against how Byrne plays Rayna’s horridness is a testament to her talents as an actress and the chemistry between the pair. God, this movie is just so fucking funny.

21) I mentioned earlier that McCarthy gets the chance to play Susan as both more reserved and brash. It is when McCarthy is acting like “Amber Valentine” (the cover Susan uses to make Rayna trust her) that she gets to show off this aggression WONDERFULLY. It’s also wildly cathartic because a lot of people - including Rayna - have just been consistently putting Susan down for the ENTIRE film. Now she gets to go off on them and it’s amazing.

Originally posted by myawesomeblog99

22) I’d like to point out that very few women die or get “fridged” in this film, not when compared to the men. I think during the entire movie only one woman dies but that’s a nice proportion swap to most male dominated action films. (How many women have died on Bond movies versus the men?)

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23) The Budapest car chase scene is one of the strongest action set pieces in the film. It’s filled with this intense and enjoyable action, sprinkled with just enough jokes to make it hysterical, it’s well choreographed, and just altogether a fun ride.

Originally posted by spy-it

24) But even the Budapest car chase can’t compare with the kitchen fight.

Originally posted by fuckyeahnargisfakhri

The action is INCREDIBLY well done. The fight choreography and energy throughout is just truly kinetic and it just grabs your attention and NEVER lets go. It’s just insanely well done and by far the best scene of the film.

25) I would like to point out - similarly as I did in note #4 - that Fine is kind of a jerk to Susan. He attributes her continued success to Rayna’s inexperience just casually, like it’s no big deal, not realizing he just undermined all the amazing things she just did in this film. Meanwhile the creepy sexpot of Aldo supports Susan and reminds her she’s been doing an incredible job in this film.

Originally posted by findreactions

26) When Susan learns that Fine is alive, her entire initial motivation for going the distance of being a spy is gone. But that doesn’t matter because she’s not doing this for any man anymore. She’s doing this because it’s the right thing to do and because she knows she CAN do it. I love that. And when Susan embraces this and kicks some serious ass, Fine sees her for who she is.

27) Wait…I just realized that Ford didn’t actually DO anything in this film. He just kept getting caught and screwing up.

Originally posted by spymovie

I love that! It’s so much funnier for me that way! :D

28) I love that it’s Chummy who saves Susan in the end. Not Fine, not Ford, but her best gal pal. Friendship over romance/sexual attraction is something I really appreciate.

29) And by the time the film ends, all three of the main guys - Aldo, Fine, and Ford - want Susan now. But she doesn’t chose a guy, she choses Chummy. She choses a night out with her girls instead of even Fine, the guy she’s been pining over FOREVER. I love that.

Originally posted by my-harry-potter-generation

Spy is an incredibly funny and heartfelt film with a powerful message about competence/self worth. Melissa McCarthy gives an absolutely stellar performance and is surrounded by a just as strong supporting cast, with Jason Statham being a particular stand out. The action is crazy, the humor is spot on, the characters are well developed, and the relationships are pure. All in all, it’s just a really freaking good movie I think everyone should see.

What Are The Odds? - Part 1

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 936

Summary: Before the reader left for college, she had a one night stand with Dean. Eight years later, Dean learns that he has a daughter in an interesting way.

“I refuse to let my daughter look like Avril Lavigne on the first day of school!” You say at the end of your rope. 

Of course you end up with a kid who’s just as stubborn as you. And her father. 

“Why do you keep saying that? I don’t know who that is and she has a weird name!” Your daughter Kelsey says crossing her arms.

Ok, calm down. You need a different approach. 

“Sweetheart. I love that you want to wear fun outfits and put extensions in your hair but you are only 8 years old. You need to compromise, ok?” 

“Ok, fine. I want to wear makeup then.” 

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Happy birthday cavesandbeaches!

On this 8th day of October, we want to wish @cavesandbeaches a very happy birthday! For your special day, @mega-aulover​ has written a special story just for you!

PROMPT: High school/college setting. Smut is fine.

A/N: @cavesandbeaches Happy Birthday!!! I know it’s not smut but it is filled with fluffy Everlark beginnings. Special thanks to my wonderful beta @norbertsmom who I 💖.

Rated: G

Title: The Start of Something Wonderful

Katniss grumbled as she sat in the theater, “Ugh, why do they always fall in love like instantly, and the next minute they’ve got their tongues down the other’s throat?”  The movie was called ‘The Start of Something Wonderful.’ In the movie, the two protagonists knew of each other for years but had never spoken, yet within the span of what seemed like a few hours they were declaring their love for the other and were unabashedly making out at at a carnival.

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Let’s Christmas 🎄☃️

Inspired by @book-boys-are-my-guilty-pleasure:
You love the Christmas season, but _____ absolutely hates it. You spend the day forcing him/her to be festive.
Request from @murmelche.

Words: 1472
Warnings: smut

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Secret (J.D. x Reader)

“Could you do a jd x reader where they’ve been friends for a while and she confronts him abt heather’s suicide and take it where ever you want ((;“

(Wow this took a really long time. I’m so sorry!! There’s been a lot of stuff happening in my personal life and also I am a major procrastinator help) (also lmao im not completely sure if this is what you wanted but here ya go its not really a confrontation ugh im sorry im bad at life also the ending is rushed sorry)

(Idk why but he turned out to have more of a movie J.D. personality, sorry!)

WC: 1,709

Warnings: suicide mentions (obviously), unhealthy relationship, cussing, the very beginning of this is kinda angsty WHOOPS, gets kinda steamy i guess, majorly ooc whoops


Ever since you had heard what happened, it seemed you were stuck in your own head. It felt like you were stuck in this endless loop of “that can’t be true, that can’t be true, that can’t be true”. Ms. Fleming tried to talk to you, with little to no response.

There is no way Heather Chandler commit suicide, was the thought that been running through your mind for what seemed like forever. None of your friends understood why you seemed so fixated on Heather’s death. You didn’t blame them, simply because you didn’t fully understand it either. You hated Heather Chandler, and Heather Chandler hated you. She bullied you constantly, so why would you be so worked up over this?

Well, if you were being honest, it’s because it didn’t make any fucking sense.

There were too many holes in the story, too many inconsistencies. The suicide note didn’t sound like Heather at all. You weren’t buying the whole “popular girl on the outside, tortured soul on the inside” shit. And why would she kill herself by drinking drain cleaner, of all things? That just didn’t seem like Heather Chandler to you.

“Hey… (Y/N)? (Y/N)… (Y/N)!!” A deep voice broke you out of your thoughts and you were brought back to the present.

You were at you friend (and longtime crush) J.D.’s house. Luckily, his sleazy dad wasn’t home to make you uncomfortable. You were sitting on the couch, watching a random TV show with a slushie in your hand. J.D. had been waving his hand in front of your face to catch your attention. Once he realized you had snapped out of it, his tense posture relaxed and he raised an eyebrow.

“What were you thinking about?” He took a sip of his cherry slushie and you tried (keyword: tried) not to look at his red-stained lips that were currently smirking. You also tried not to look at his messy, but somehow perfect hair. Or those mysterious eyes that seem like they could hold the secrets to the universe within them.

Damn, if there is one person who can get Heather Chandler off of your mind, it’s J.D.

“Oh, you know… stuff.” You so eloquently replied. Really, (Y/N)? “Stuff”? You mentally berated yourself.

“Oh, really?” J.D. deadpans. “What kind of stuff?”

“Um…” You fidget with the hem of your shirt nervously. “It might sound stupid.”

“Tell me.” He rests his hand on your arm, and electricity races through your entire body. Your eyes are cast downwards and you take a deep breath.

“It’s about Heather Chandler.” You say in a quiet tone. J.D. doesn’t say a word, and the silence between you is almost deafening. The only thing you could hear was the TV show in the background, until J.D. slowly picks up the TV remote and presses the mute button.

“(Y/N)…” He says slowly.

“It couldn’t have been suicide, J.D.!” It was like a dam broke (*insert Percy Jackson reference here*), but emotions flooded out rather than water. “It doesn’t make any sense!”

“It makes perfect sense, (Y/N)!” J.D. seemed to be getting more and more agitated every time another word came out of your mouth. You didn’t understand why.

“No, J.D., it doesn’t!” You protested.

“Oh, really? How does it not make sense?” He scoffed back at you.

“Heather Chandler was a dramatic person. We can agree on that.” J.D. nodded in agreement to your words. “If that’s so, why did she kill herself by drinking drain cleaner? I think we can both agree that it would make more sense if she did something much more attention grabbing, like purposely crashing her car into a tree and blowing up, or whatever.” (A/N: okay wow, i feel horrible for even writing that. unfortunately, i’m trying to make this fic as believable as it would be in the heathers universe, and, uh, they’re pretty blunt about this stuff. i’m still really sorry tho :/ )

“Are you really questioning the way she commit suicide? That’s a little morbid, even to me.” J.D. said flatly.

“I… I just…” You stuttered out. You hadn’t expected J.D. to be this cold and uncaring about the situation. Something about this wasn’t right. You took a deep, calming breath.

“I think it might be murder.” You choke out. J.D.’s expression was completely unreadable. He leaned in closer to you, his lids half shut.
Your breath hitched. You would have (naively) thought that he was going to kiss your worries away if you hadn’t seen his smirk.

“Why do you think that?” His voice sent shivers down your spine, something that didn’t go unnoticed by him. You saw his smirk deepen.

“Uh, well… I, um, it’s just-” You were stumbling over your own words. You could feel your face burning, but you couldn’t move away. He took a strand of your hair between his fingers and played with it softly. It’s almost as if he knew the effect he had on you (hint: he did. He would have to be an idiot not to notice).

“Can you keep a secret, (Y/N)?” J.D. asked, almost in a whisper. He was driving you insane.

“Um, y-yes?” You manage to spit out. You blinked your eyes furiously, not understanding where J.D. was going with this. Also, you were desperately trying to ignore the fact that he seemed to be getting closer to you - but that’s just your imagination, right?

Oh shit, it’s not your imagination. His face was so close to yours, if you tilted your head even slightly upwards, your lips would touch. Just one move, one singular move, and everything would change. Do it, (Y/N), a surprisingly courageous voice inside your head said.

Before you could do anything, a low voice interrupted your thoughts.

“You’re right.”

You pulled back your head a bit in confusion. “What?”

“You’re right. Everyone else in this school would never even guess that it wasn’t true. But you… you knew something wasn’t right from the beginning. You’re smart, and that’s why I became friends with you in the first place.” J.D.’s eyes had a dark, angry tint that wasn’t there before. “I know that of all people, you would understand.”

“Understand what? J.D., what are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about Heather Chandler, (Y/N).” He said quickly. “You’re right. It wasn’t a suicide.”

You processed this information for a moment. You knew it! Of course, it wasn’t suicide! You were right!

Wait. Hold on. Something about this is off.

Your eyes widen and you stare at J.D. in horror and disbelief.

“J.D… How do you know that?” You ask, not daring to rise above a whisper. No. No, there is absolutely no way that your best friend is a murderer. He can’t be. That’s ridiculous. This is all a misunderstanding. Please be a misunderstanding.

J.D. looks at you expectantly. “Come on, you’re smart enough to figure it out.”

Your worst fears have been confirmed, and honestly, it feels like a punch to the gut. You could feel the color draining out of your face. Your best friend took someone’s life, and judging by his reaction, he doesn’t feel very guilty about it. You start to move away from him without thinking. He grabs your arm and pulls you back.

“(Y/N), don’t be like that! Hear me out!” You refused to look him in the eye and he made a frustrated noise. He lifted your chin up so you had no choice but to stare at him face to face.

“Heather Chandler was a complete and utter monster. She terrorized people daily and she was never given any consequences. She deserved what she got. We can rid this world of assholes like her together!” He exclaimed passionately.

“J.D….” You said weakly. Fuck, if only you weren’t looking at him right now. If you weren’t looking at him you could definitely say no. You could say no and call the police and never have to deal with this again.

But you knew, looking at his face, you wouldn’t be able to resist. You would say yes. You would go along with his plan. A sick part of you was telling you, “Doesn’t he have a point? Heather Chandler was horrendous.” But the rest of you disagreed. No one deserved a fate like that, even someone as terrible as Heather.

But here you were, nodding as he gave you the most persuasive look he could muster. You hated yourself for it, but it was too late now.

As soon as he saw you nod, his face broke out into a rare smile. God, you knew you should hate him, but you were still a hormonal teenage girl who was in love with an idiotic boy. Not to mention, that smile was pretty fucking irresistible.
When he looked at you like that, almost all of the worries and self-loathing from your previous decision were erased from your mind.

You weren’t thinking when you leaned in and pressed your lips to his, but you know you certainly weren’t expecting him to kiss you back.

You threaded your fingers through his hair while he gently pushed you on your back, hovering over you. The kiss was was full of fire, almost like a battle. His hands ran down your body until they came to rest at your waist. It seemed like you could keep kissing him forever, until you remembered that you needed to breathe.

You (albeit reluctantly) pull away. God, the sight of J.D like that was… amazing. His hair disheveled, his face pink, his breath coming out in sharp pants. You couldn’t think of anything that could even come close to comparing.

“I love you.” Those three words came out before you thought of the possible repercussions. To your surprise, he merely smirked.

“I know.” He said in a husky voice. You couldn’t take the time to revel in how breathtaking his voice sounded, because his mouth was on yours in almost a second. The kiss was so passionate that you knew in that moment that you were in way too deep, but God, you felt so alive. It felt like your body was racing with electricity. It was a perfect mixture of pleasure and excitement and you knew you could never let that go. 

It was that euphoric feeling that made you stay. That euphoric feeling that made you keep his secret from anyone and everyone. Jason Dean had you wrapped around his finger, and you would never have it any other way.

BTS Reacton || Girlfriend Loving Zombie Movies And Shows
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“Babe, look. I love me some horror movies, but zombies are way too much! THEY’RE WALKING DECOMPOSING CORPSES THAT’S QUITE EW”


“I’ll become a zombie if I die before you, you shall cherish me in all my stages of life. Even in the afterlife”
*Evil laugh that only Jin is capable of*


“Ugh, you’re making me want to rewatch ‘Pirates of the Carribean’. Why do I always walk in on you watching ‘The Walking Dead’…”


“Ah, honey… Have a break from those dead humans and let’s watch something cooler~ I’m craving some Batman action, come on~”


“Sweetheart, I love and appreciate you for who you are no matter what you do, but watch those when I’m not home~”


*Genuinely craving information*
“… Do you believe in zombies? Will they become thing and attack us someday?”


*After watching 3 zombie movies with you in one day*
“I love zombie movies too, but let’s go have a normal date how about that?”


“I Can’t Sleep” -Julian x MC



I couldn’t sleep…my nose was stuffy and my throat was sore…My forehead felt like it was burning.

“Ugh…” I dragged myself out of bed into Mazelinka’s living area. That’s right- I was still here, but…something weird happened. I had felt Julian’s presence right next to me all night and for a long while his arm had even been wrapped around my waist, but somewhere in the night he seemed to have just disappeared.

When I stepped into his view, Julian looked surprised to see me. It was odd seeing him with his bare hands, and quite frankly…the thought of it sent chills down my spine. He was sitting by a fire and seemed to be in deep thought. His red hair gleamed in the bright light of the flames.

“What are you doing up?” I asked him, groggily.

I heard a small snicker escape from between his lips and he reflected my question: “I think the bigger question is…what are you doing up?”

Julian’s brow raised in suspicion as I headed over and sat next to him- closely.

“I can’t sleep.” I said, staring blankly into the fire. I looked at Julian’s eyes. “Now, you answer my question: what are you doing up?”

A frown pulled at Julian’s lips as his grey eyes trailed away from my own and lit up in the fire.

“Just thinking.” Julian said.

“That’s vague…” With a little disappointment, I tore my own eyes away from him and managed to keep them on the fire, even though his look was quite mesmerizing. There was something about the surprise of a warm touch despite his cold look that made butterflies rebel in my stomach.

“…” There was a moment of silence before Julian finally spoke again: “I wonder…what will happen…What will happen if they catch me? What will happen if I swing from the gallows like everyone wishes for?”

“-!” For some reason, that pulled an instinctive punch on his arm from me. “Don’t say that!”

Julian let out a hefty laugh, tossing his head back as his chest moved up and down. I felt my cheeks radiating heat.

“It’s not funny…” I pouted.

Julian’s hand slid behind me in a sly manner- like his arm was embracing me; it only made my cheeks get warmer.

“It’s funny, I believe you’re supposed to be helping the palace catch me, aren’t you? Yet you’re here hiding away with me in a beloved friend’s house.” Julian’s grey eyes didn’t stray from the fire.

I hugged myself, my fingers digging into my own skin through my clothes as they clutched my arms. A small shiver escaped from me even though we were right in front of the fire. I noticed out of my peripheral vision that Julian’s attention had turned to me just slightly.

“I knew you were cold…those clothes are still wet from that fall in the crimson river you had.” His arm wrapped around me and tugged me closer to him.

I stayed quiet- it was just peaceful, despite the allegations…What can I say, I just felt safe with Julian. It sounds like a cheesy romance movie but I can’t shake the feeling that his ability to make me feel such a way proves his innocence.

The light was flickering on us as we watched the fire, blinking shades of yellow in the fine details of our faces. It was silent for around five minutes.

“Why can’t you sleep?” Julian asked me.

Instinctively, I sniffed. “I think I’m sick.” I confessed. I let out a groan as I wiped my nose with my own arm. “Ugh, those stupid cobblestones…they were slippery…”

“And so they were…” Julian’s voice echoed in my ears as his hand trailed up to my temple, his fingers intertwining with strands of my hair. Once again, I expected his touch to be cold- freezing even, but it was just warm.

I let my eyes close slowly. It seemed I was getting sleepy by effect of delicate touch. Another smirk sounded from Julian. “You should lay down.” he said.

I really didn’t want to, I really didn’t want to end up falling asleep in his lap but it sure seemed to be going that way.

I soon found myself falling, being unable to hold myself up by the minute and sinking deeper and deeper into Julian’s embrace. My eyes shut sleepily, I let blackness take over.

I felt like I was floating, my limbs just stayed still. I could feel the chills generated by the emotional tension creeping up in my body. Something told me…just like Portia had told me, everything was going to be alright…

After only a few seconds I started to hear soft words- was Julian…singing to me? The sound of it made my heart thump; it sounded like some sort of lullaby but I couldn’t make out the words.

I felt his fingers delicately tugging at my hair, gently massaging my scalp. It wasn’t long before I was drifting off into a deep sleep; things seemed okay- we seemed okay. Julian was…definitely not the dastardly roach everyone claimed him to be.





I hope you guys enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing,

-Max 💜

P.S. I love Julian-

Movie Affair

Chapter VIII

Current obsession; Aaron Taylor-Johnson.

Summary: Life as a young actress was hard, but when you get a part in a promising movie and reunite with the man you’ve fantasized about since you were 15 things get harder. At first it’s like every dream you ever had is coming true. But reality pulls you down from cloud nine as you start to fall for the one guy you weren’t supposed to.

WARNINGS: Language, spoilers of the movie Anna Karenina,

A/N: I’m taking WAY too long between chapters and I’m sorry. I’VE HAD IDEAS BUT WHEN I TRY TO WRITE THEM THEY JUST GO POFF. But I won’t abandon it so no worries, I know this is shit but I was desperate to post something for the readers.


I groan as soon as I’m awake, cursing the damn headache that had started to take over. With a sigh I bury my face on the soft pillow, taking my time to take in the events of the previous night. A smile making it’s way to my lips when I think of Aaron. I couldn’t believe I’d finally gotten what I wanted.

In fact I got even more than what I wanted. Shower sex,wich was a-mazing, plus, I got another round.

With a smirk on my face I roll to the other side of bed, Aaron’s body coming to view. He was sleeping on his stomach, his face turned the other way. All I could see was his messy curls and the part of his back that wasn’t covered by the sheets. And let me say, back muscles were HOT. They tensed and relaxed according to his breathing, the kind of thing one would like to see every damn morning.

Still smiling I sit up and kick my feet off the bed. Thinking how sexy it would be if I put on his shirt… But immediately throwing that thought away when I remembered it laid somewhere in the bathroom completely soaked.

I get off the bed and walk to my suitcase. Grabbing something to put on and then head to the bathroom quietly. Expecting to find that my face was a disaster, since I hadn’t removed my makeup from last night.

But huh, it’s been worst. Most of it was gone after yesterday’s shower, it was the eye makeup that was all smudged. So I washed my face -removing it- and brushed my teeth, putting my hair up in messy bun after.

That’s when, a train of thoughts hit me. Throwing my mood up from a 90 down to crap.

What if Aaron regretted last night? What if it wasn’t as great for him as it was for me? Would this totally ruin our friendship? What about his girlfriend? ….

I took a step back, taking a hand to my forehead. Oh my God his girlfriend! He had a fucking girlfriend! “I wanna throw up” I say to myself and cover my eyes. “I’m so gonna burn in hell…” I whisper taking a deep breath.

Looking over at the bed I think “He wouldn’t have slept with me if he still had a girl right? I mean… C'mon would he? Little cinnamon roll that he was? Cheating? Nah, I didn’t think so”.

With that thought in mind I calmed down a little, but still… I was most definitely going to ask him later.

I walk out of the bathroom in a pair of pijama shorts and a tank top, climbing back in the bed. I tried to simply lay there on my phone, but I ended up sitting up and looking at Aaron’s sleepy figure.

First I ran my hand through his curls, and then I tentatively trailed it down to his back. Tracing his muscles with my fingers softly. I felt his breathing quicken a bit and he shrugged, making me pull my hand away. Shit, he was awake now. Fuck.

He slowly lifted his head, taking in the suite. His eyes caught the bra on the floor and he kicked an eyebrow up. A small smirk on the edge of his lips. He then turned his head to me and I smiled sweetly. “Morning” I said, chuckling when he dropped his head on the pillow again, closing his eyes and mouthing the words “Morning” back.

“Keep doing that” he asked sleepily. I chuckled again, taking my hand to his back and continuing to trace his muscles with my fingers. A smile taking over his lips as I did so. “Feels nice”

In my head, I was trying to decide wether to say something or not. And also, what to say if I were to say something. I didn’t want to sound like one of those girls that after a one night stand pretended to start a relationship. But I didn’t want to seem too indifferent either. So I just opened my mouth and expected the worst.

“Are you due on set today?” I ask and he seems to think for a second. I didn’t do that bad…

“I have no fucking clue” he laughs and I snort. I lean down to press a kiss on his cheek.

“Well I am, but at night anyway, so I could really go for breakfast right about now” I say carefully and watch his reaction. He sighs and opens one eye to look up at me.

“Or, we could get room service…” he proposes and lifts himself with his arms. “Put up a movie…” he turns to me, resting his weight on one arm.

“Watch it..” he smirks and shruggs “Or not…” I chuckle and with that he moves closer to me and hugs my waist, laying down again. He rests his head on my thigh and snuggles agaisnt me.

“We could do that too” I agree moving my hand to his hair and massaging his head. Aaron groans in pleasure and holds me tighter, burying his nose on my stomach rolls. Earning a giggle from me as it tickled.


“I don’t understand!” I yell in frustration “I don’t know why I let you choose this movie” I angrily point at the tv while Aaron laughs at my reaction. “THIS SUCKS!” My eyes go wide and I throw a fry at his face.

“Hey! it’s still my movie ok? don’t insult it.” he complains eating the fry.

“Your acting was good” I say staring at the credits “And Keira’s too, I mean..She’s great! But the plot and the way it all just… UGH" I grab my face chuckling with exasperation “It sucked alright? I need to know more, like, like… what happened with him? for example. They don’t explain that!” Aaron simply laughs at me and my face turns into a frown.

“Well, I can answer that. You do know its a book right?” he asks staring down at me with an amused smile. I groan.

“One I would never read that is” I lie and roll my eyes, making Aaron chuckle.

“Well, after she kills herself he is kinda lost y'know? So in the book he joins some military team and goes off to some place where he is most likely going to get himself killed. That’s why her husband kept their daughter.” he explains and twist my lips.

“So he dies too? Seriously? What is this, Romeo and Juliet? Ughh” Aaron chuckles more and I throw my back agaisnt the headboard.

“I don’t know if he dies, but I sure like how passionate this movie got you. You even cried!” I glare at him and start laughing, Aaron laughs too shorty after me.

“Of frustration!! That’s horriblee! I don’t even know why I’m laughing!” I say and sniff, putting the rest of the crackers on the floor.

“You liked it tho” Aaron says and I huff.

“It fucked me up but yeah, I guess I liked it… in a fucked up way” I chuckle and turn to see him, he smiles proudly and I roll my eyes “I thought it was totally cliché that she got pregnant tho, like, really”

“What did you expect? They didn’t have any contraception methods in their time” Aaron says and I shrugg.

“Then they should’ve kept it in their pants!” I joked and Aaron raised an eyebrow.

“Oh you think so?” He asks and I nod with a smile. He slides underneath the sheets and grabs my waist, pulling me to his side and towering over me. I chuckle as he leans down and seals our lips together. A shiver crossing my chest and climbing up my throat as I cupped his face in my hands.

Where was this going to leave us? I didn’t even want to care bout it. The kiss started to get intense as he got completely over me and slid his hands down my body. But before I could actually do something he was pulling away, a bewildered look on his face.

“Shit” was all he muttered and then his eyes found mine. “We didn’t use a condom yesterday” he said like he had just realized, I squint my eyes.

“Mm-hmm, and? please don’t tell me you have an STD” I comment with wide eyes please, please, please…

“No!” he says and backs away a little “But I’ve got sperm…” I snort, relaxing. “Hey it’s serious, I don’t want to be a parent just yet” he says and I smile.

“Dude I have a prescription for a very good ‘morning after pill’ ok?” I say and he frowns.

“Yeah and the morning just passed…” he says and I let out a laugh. He did not know how these things worked did he?

“Aaron it doesn’t mean to literally take it in the morning. I mean, the sooner the better, but with the one I take I have up to five days to take it, ok?” He nods slowly and I chuckle, he really did get scared there.

“But you’re gonna take it today right? Just to be sure” he asks and I laugh.

“Yes, I’ll take it today.” I say and sigh “I’m too young to have kids anyway so stop thinking about that” I say pulling him closer and tenderly kissing his lips again, he kisses me back immediately and takes a hand up to my cheek. Caressing his thumb across my lips when we pull away.

“I forgot how cute you look without makeup” he says and smiles, making me grin like an idiot.

“I bet you say that to all the girls” I joke, trying to play it cool and he chuckles.

“I don’t think you wanna talk about other girls right now” he said trailing his lips off to my neck. He places a tender kiss there and sucks in that same spot, making my eyes close and getting a slight gasp out of me.

His left hand finds my hip and keeps it on place as he starts to make his way down my chest with his lips. And he is just about to remove my tank top when my phone rings. I mutter a “damn you” as I look for it, wiggling from under Aaron’s body.

I find it under my pillow and frown at the unsaved number. Still, I answer it and take it to my ear.


“We need to talk.” I frown more when I hear Ross’s voice on the other end of the line. Standing up from the bed I walk away from the Aaron to get some privacy.

“No we don’t, and I’d be glad if we talked only when strictly necessary thank you.”

“No, listen. I’m not looking for a fight. I just wanted to apologize, about last night. I know I was a dick and crossed the line.”

“Oh! It’s a good thing you know Ross, because it was messed up.”

“I know Y/N, that’s why I’m calling. If it’s still possible I’d like to keep good terms with you. I’m usually not like that, I just had way too many colorful shots yesterday.” I roll my eyes, not wanting to keep this conversation any longer.

“Like I said, I’m fine with only talking to you on work related stuff. But I’m not going to be your friend Ross, and this doesn’t mean I forgive you. I’m just going to be civil towards you for our jobs sake.”

“And that’s fine with me for now. I understand if I gotta make it up to you, I won’t push you Y/N.”

“No I don’t wan…. what the fuck? ” I look at my lockscreen picture facing me back. He had hanged up and not even heard me. I roll my eyes and clench my jaw. This guy was going to get on my nerves so badly.

I spin around and walk to the bed, dropping my phone on it and sigh. “What was that about?” Aaron asked.

“Ross trying to apologize about last night, like it’s that easy” I roll my eyes again and see Aaron frown.

“What did he do that was so bad?” he carefully asks and I take a deep breath. Not sure if he actually wanted me to tell him.

“He crossed a line, thought he could get away with …” I awkwardly make a strange face and Aaron gives me a confused look “Touching me” I explain, grossed out and embarrassed. Aaron’s eyebrows shoot up, his mouth drops open.

“He what?”

Now I’m scared to repeat. He looked mad, I knew he’d be mad. Why had I even told him?! He would go kick Ross’s ass. And not because we had just slept together, but because he was a gentleman like that.

I mentally slap myself as I awkwardly look away from him. Maybe I low-key wanted that, for him to go kick Ross’s ass for me. But he would risk his job and his reputation if he did so, and I couldn’t allow that.

“Listen he was drun…” before I can carry on making up an excuse for Ross he shuts me up.

“Well if he couldn’t keep himself on check perhaps he shouldn’t drink!” Aaron’s breathing gets worked up as his anger grows. “I should teach him a lesson on how to respect women”

As cute as he sounded being so mad with his british accent and all that was one thing I wasn’t going to allow. So I climb on my knees to the bed and put my hands on his shoulders, gently pressing them down. “Listen, you don’t need to do anything, I’ll deal with Ross. Let me deal with him ok?”

Aaron’s eyes find mine and he sighs, looking like he’s debating wether to accept or not. He slightly rolls his eyes and relaxes under my hands. “Fine, but only because I know you can deal with him.” His eyes quickly find mine again and I smile, pecking his lips out of temptation. He chuckles and wraps his arms around me, devouring my lips and throwing me on my back to the bed. I give him a dirty giggle and lick and bite my lip. He keeps his eyes on it and with a finger releases my lip from my teeth. Only to trap it between his and make me chuckle agaisnt his lips.

“For the record…” I trail off when he pulls away. “I think you looked hot with blonde hair.”

Originally posted by raballer

@yoursummerfrost​: Sidenote why isn’t there more fic about Bitty comforting Jack over the Frozen Four loss
Or does it exist and I’ve never found it

@des-zimbits​: GOOD QUESTION
i don’t think there is

@yoursummerfrost​: I just?? So many different ways that could go man. Canon-compliant hurt/comfort or alternate get-together fics or UGH it needs to exist

@des-zimbits​: lots of platonic intimacy and Jack letting Bitty in to snuggle onto his bed with Shitty on Jack’s other side to watch a movie or Jack wrestling with him or learning about Twitter or

@yoursummerfrost​: ;~~~~~;
I need all of it

Shapeshift Practise

Plot: Logan shapeshift to help anxiety

The very first Joanxiety fic, enjoy people!!!

Anxiety was nervously practising in the mirror, Joan and he had gotten close over the past few months. Enough that Anxiety thought maybe now was okay to tell Joan how he felt. How had been daydreaming about the other, how he had stared during movies or why he always glanced over during the videos.

“H-hey, um so here’s the thing I. .. oh that won’t work um… so I like like… what am I five?! Ugh why is this so hard” Anxiety groaned sitting on his bed, his head in his hands with his elbows on on his knees. He had been practising all day, no luck on finding a way to say it right. So it wasn’t awkward or broken or he didn’t stutter. So he wouldn’t be laughed at or shunned or worst of all make Thomas lose a friend.

That was a bad thought, Thomas would never forgive him and the other sides would try and delete him. They’d put him in his room and board it up, never to let him out.

No, wait, they wouldn’t. They’d just be mad at him but mainly get over it and Joan wouldn’t leave Thomas in friendship if Anxiety got rejected it would just be awkward for a bit but everyone would get over it. Anxiety was just over reacting, he was getting better at noticing when he was doing this and calming himself down.

There was a series of knocks on his door, followed by more knocks. “Come in!” He called out and a curious Logan entered the room closing the door again behind him.

“Hello, Anxiety, I heard you experimenting your emotional vocabulary in here and am wondering if you were in need of assistance.” Logic spoke as he fixed his tie and smoothed his shirt before meeting Anxiety’s surprised eyes.

“I was being that loud? I mean, well, you could help I guess.” Anxiety spoke and Logan smiled.

“I have the perfect assisting technique. I can simply shapeshift into the form of Joan and act as they would to the best of my ability to assist in your practise” Logan spoke confidently and transformed into the form of Anxiety’s crush. As much the form was cute, it wasn’t Joan as he knew..but it would do for the time being of practise.

“Alright, um so uh” Anxiety began to sputter not sure how any of this worked at all.

“Simply say what you would and I’ll respond accordingly, it’s quite a simple task anxiety how are you not understanding?” Logan asked confused, he could Anxiety was, well, Anxious.

“Okay; so uh here’s the thing, Joan” Anxiety stressed the word to keep himself in character as well “over the past while I’ve uh uh uh uh seemed to have found a stupid affection to you” Anxiety spoke and Logan tutted at the younger.

“So you find attraction to me stupid?” Logan said and Anxiety sighed covering his face. “Pointer number one: it doesn’t have to be that many words, number two is don’t call it stupid. Try not to add so many filler words Anxiety, stating your feelings is not an oral presentation”

“Simple for you to say, you don’t have any feelings” Anxiety snapped and then quietly mumbled “sorry”

“I’ll ignore your comment this time, Anxiety, considering your frustration on this topic. Just try again, you’ll get a hang of it” Logan said and returned to acting like Joan.

“Hey, Joan, since we started hanging out together I’ve realizing I’ve gained some rather disoriental feelings for you that I’ve come to enjoy” Anxiety tried again, once again being scolded. They spent the next 4 hours perfecting what Anxiety would say. There was an issues though.

When Joan came to hang out with Anxiety, after hanging out with Thomas himself for a few hours, Anxiety choked up and didn’t say anything.

Next time, next time he’d do it

*2 years later*

Next time…

anonymous asked:

would you do a fic where tylers parents and ur parents are friends and they force u guys to hang out and watch a movie and whatever and you give him his first handjob? oooo and churchboy/ innocent tyler is the besttttt

ugh you guys KNOW innocent tyler is my weakness 😩


You aren’t a child anymore, you don’t understand why your parents suggest you spend the evening with that weird Joseph boy. Sure, he’s cute and talented and the way he plays the piano every Sunday makes your mind wander to some less than Holy thoughts, but he isn’t your go to hang out buddy.


You groaned as you approached the door followed by your parents, “Mom do I really have to?” She sighed and rang the doorbell, “Yes dear, Kelly and Chris think that Tyler needs more social interaction with him being home schooled and all, don’t worry, it’s just one movie. Your father and I will be back before you know it.”

You nodded and rolled your eyes at hearing Tyler’s voice announce that he’s got the door. You bite your lip out of nervous habit once he swings open the door. “Y-YN?” he asked, face contorted with confusion. “What are you doing here?” “What? Did they not tell you?” you mirrored his confused expression and turned to your parents. They smiled but didn’t say anything as Tyler ushered you all into his home.

“We have a movie date tonight.” you chuckled, slipping your shoes off and walking into his living room. “A d-date?” he asked cautiously. You nodded and skimmed over his movie selection. “Your parents are going out with mine and instead of letting me just stay home they’re making me be here with you so you could learn some people skills or something.” you mumble. “Any suggestions on what movie we should watch?”


You watched Tyler’s face flame as a sex scene played on the TV. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know this part was even in here- I’ve never even seen this movie. I can just skip over it- this whole part- this whole movie! I can just take it out if you want? Turn it off and play a video game or, or, chess or something!” he mumbled, his words rushed and jumbled as he looked anywhere but your or the screen.

You giggled and bit your lip again, turning to face him. “Oh I don’t mind, Ty.” you smirked, “I kinda like watching scenes like these.. Letting my mind wander.. Ya know?” you explained, your voice in a sultry whisper. Your hand touched Tyler’s knee and he about jumped out of his skin. “Y-yeah.. Yeah I know, yeah totally.. Same.” he muttered swallowing hard, eyeballing your hand.

You hummed and trailed your hand up his thigh, pushing his basketball shorts up a bit. “Tyler, can I.. Maybe.. Make you feel good? Touch you in ways that only you have?” He looked at you quickly, his eyes blown wide open. “Uh YN, I don’t know- I don’t think, I..” he started, picking your hand up off of his thigh. “Come on baby, it’ll only be like 5 minutes until you’re cumming into my hand. I’ll even clean up the mess. Watching this scene with you has made me so horny, Tyler.. Don’t you wanna help me out? I can see how hard you’ve gotten.” you whispered, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek.

“YN, what are you doing! What are you talking about? I uh..” he whimpered and let his eye’s flutter close for a moment as you moved your hand up to his crotch. “Tell me that you want me to get you off and I will.” you said, massaging his hardening cock softly. “Please.” he whispered. “Hm? What was that, Ty. I couldn’t hear you baby, speak up.” you said smirking and speeding your hand up. He moaned and licked his lips, “Please, YN. Touch me.” he said, taking your hand and slipping it into his shorts.

You were taken aback by his bold movements but obliged nonetheless. You scooted over closer to him and pulled his shorts down enough to pull his cock out and start a slow tug on it. “You’re so big, Ty. I wish I had all the time in the world to do with you as I pleased.” you pouted and leaned your head over his lap and spit into your hand while it was wrapped around him.

He gasped and gripped the back of the couch, “D-Don’t do that.” he said, tensing up. You looked at him, your spit trailing from your lips to his cock. “Do what, baby?” you ask, wiping your mouth. “You need the spit there for lubrication.” “W-Well yeah I know, but you didn’t have to lean in like that.. I thought you were gonna.. You know.. S-suck me off..” he said, his cheeks red and his glance nervous.

“Well you’ll have to at least buy me dinner first.” you joke. He laughs and relaxes a little more, letting you resume your hand motions.

Don’t Hate The Player (Laurens x Reader)

TW: Swearing. That’s it??

Summary: High school AU


You walk down the hall of your new school. You transferred a little over a few weeks ago and already knew who was who. You swipe another coat of red lipstick on as you take your seat in the back of the English class. In front of you was Thomas Jefferson, big flirt but never acted on anything. To your right was Peggy Schuyler; she was harder to figure out. She was quiet and mostly forgotten. She looked strickenly similar to Maria Reynolds from your old school. To your right was John Laurens, resident rich fuckboy. He had a new girl hanging off his arm every week. He pulled out his Beats headphones and started listening to music. You lean back in your chair and rest your head on the wall. You’re pulled out of your trance when Alexander Hamilton walks into class, ten minutes late, and slams the door.

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I’m not gonna post any spoilers, don’t worry!

YOU HAVE TO watch the new movie! It was such a heartwarming movie specially towards the ending!

The post credit scene was AMAZING

THO I am sad about one character’s death… UGH WHY JUST WHY

Overall I  want to say that finally getting to watch one of my fave franchises on the big screen was an amazing experience. When the reunion happened everyone was clapping and it was just so beautiful!! 

Plus! It’s way better than the forth one

My advice: just go watch it and don’t give a shit about the critics