when his agent called and was like

Late Late Show

Summary: At the launch of your new series Riverdale, you and Cole’s relationship has finally become public after KJ leaked a photo of you two out of character onto Twitter. In addition to dating him, your character is Jughead’s love interest, and so you have an interview with James Cordon.

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“Everyone please welcome, one of the newest stars of the CW’s hit Riverdale, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!”

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Secretly dating Steve Rogers:

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

Some NSFW content below

• You are dating Steve for about six months now and you are part of the staff working for the Avengers in the new compound.
• You keep this relationship a secret because the super soldier is technically your boss and you both want to stay very professional, avoiding some delicate situations.
• You both try to keep a straight face when you see each other at work.
• Him actually swearing like a sailor. Basically, he’s always been the one who swears too much in the team and you like teasing him about it.
• Steve calling you ‘Agent’ and you, calling him 'Captain’. Sometimes, your tone may sound very suggestive to his ears, so you cough and walk away.
• At this moment, your boyfriend excuses himself and joins you casually…
• Quickies ensue everywhere: restroom, office, gym… and Quinjet. Everywhere.
• Passionate sex.
• Quiet sex. You’re still trying to not moan, though.
• You both stop yourselves from kissing when you are in the same room as your coworkers.
• Sweet pecks when nobody is around like he can’t help it.
• Slapping or groping his butt when you walk past him.
 - “Nice ass, Captain.”
• Steve trying to keep his composure when he sees you biting your lip as you work.
• You always spend too much time in the training room because your boyfriend working out is a real beautiful sight offered by the heavens. He isn’t a walking pair of muscles, though.
• Spending secret moments on the roofs when you are sure you would have peace:
 - “This is beautiful.”
 - “The sky isn’t as beautiful as you are.”
 - “Aww, Steve.”
 - “Stop laughing!”
• Making out!
• Begging Steve to bring the stealth suit at home.
• Feeling like you are hiding your boyfriend from your over protective parents and that makes you giggle all the time, which he thinks is the most adorable sound in the world.
• You, playing footsie and you know exactly when you have to.
• Him surpassing the urge of punching Tony when he sees him flirting with you. Let’s be honest, that’s in Tony’s nature, so it’s harmless. Nothing serious.
• Staying away from each other during the billionaire’s fancy parties, yet when everyone is very drunk enough, you stay glued to Steve and just act like a normal couple: laughing, kissing and holding hands.
• The first time he said: I love you was simply whispered softly in your ear, just as he was passing by the same hallway.
• At this moment, you dropped every paper you had in hands and rushed to join him casually…
• Lots of makeup to cover up the hickeys and other love bites.
• Putting on your best unemotional face when you see him coming back from a mission exhausted or injured.
 - “I’m fine, Y/N. Get back to work; I’ll be there when you come home.”
 - “Are you sure?”
 - “Yes. Now, go before I have to suspend you for flirting with a superior.”
 - “Oh, yeah?”
• Sharing an apartment outside the compound, but you obviously keep your previous address in your records.
• The team actually knows about your secret since the beginning, but they decide to act like they don’t know because you two are pathetically funny to watch.


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Real Estate Revenge

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I’ve been a real estate broker in Chicago for nearly 20 years. I started at a very small independent brokerage. It was my first week there when the broker/owner gave me a lead. He was older and wasn’t in very good health, so he passed a lot of his leads to his agents.

One of the broker’s friends passed away and the friend’s son wanted to sell the house. I call the son who tells me he’s known the broker for 30-plus years and how close their families were. He seems like a really nice guy. I go over and check out the house. I work up a gorgeous comparative market analysis. I have other brokers check my numbers (I was new and wanted to do a perfect job for my new client). I rehearse my presentation, have my stuff professionally printed, prepare for any possible questions, have responses ready for objections, and I head out.

I dazzle this guy with my presentation. He likes the $135,000 list price I recommended. He’s fine with the commission. He has no objections, but he asks me to give him 2 months to clean out the house, give his siblings a chance to go through everything and then repaint.

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Haunting Me (Chap. 2)

A/N: eeeeek! chapter 2 is here and it gets wild as heck guys! This chapter was so freakin’ fun to write, I kind of remixed the whole winter soldier movie plot to fit this in just right and I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah ❤️


Pairing: Bucky Barnes x POC Reader

Haunting Me: Y/N is a normal young adult living in New York, but little does she know that she’s a reincarnation of the long lost Bucky Barnes’ fiance from the 1940′s. What happens when she runs into Steve in 2012? Most importantly, what happens when she runs into The Winter Soldier?

Warnings: Violence. Angst. Some people get shot. Kidnapping. Feels. 


You sat in the backseat of Natasha’s Porsche, listening as Steve explained the plan to you.

It wasn’t very thorough as you imagined it would be, but it was way better than Sam’s plan, which was to get Tony Stark involved. Apparently, this was a super top secret mission, one the millionaire had no business knowing about. You rolled your eyes as Steve explained to you that you would leave the minute the fighting started.

“I don’t see why,” Natasha chimed in, smirking over at Steve. “She’s a big girl.”

“Last I checked everyone in this car had military training except for Y/N.” He pressed, buckling the buckle on his helmet.

You scoffed; you were more than capable of handling your own, but as much as you hated to admit, this Winter Soldier had the same serum as Steve. Which meant he could probably break you in half with minimal to no effort. You liked being able to walk, thank you very much.

You gazed out of the window next to you, watching the scenery go by with each turn. Steve was doing better, which put you at ease for now. You still had no idea what would happen once the four of you arrived at the base. You were beyond concerned now. 

You looked back over to Steve, who was preoccupied by the shield in his hands, fiddling with it anxiously. When you turned back around, you were met with a pair of black goggles and a heavily masked face. 

Before you could scream, the man brought his fist forward and busted through the window. 

Natasha swerved erratically, trying to avoid the many cars in front of her as the man began punching holes through the roof of the car. You screamed when you felt a metal hand grab ahold of your shirt and tug forcefully, ripping the material. 

“Y/N!” Steve exclaimed, his eyes wide with fear. 

Natasha slammed on the breaks, causing the man to fly off the hood and tumble onto the concrete. 

“Everybody out!” she screamed, gathering her pistols. You exited the car, holding the small pistol in your hand. You’ve never shot a gun before, and you were mentally kicking yourself for never asking Steve to teach you. Sam expanded his wings and began soaring into the air towards the masked man. 

You watched as Natasha and Steve sprinted towards the man, dodging the spray of bullets gracefully. You, on the other hand, ducked behind a car and aimed your pistol. 

“It’s not that hard, right?” you whispered to yourself, your legs trembling as you closed one of your eyes and aligned the barrel of the gun with the man’s head. “It’s just like Call of Duty!” you laughed nervously. 

One of the hydra agents pulled out a missile launcher and aimed it right at the car. Steve immediately ran towards you, holding his shield in his front of him. The missile hit the shield directly, sending him flying over the edge of the bride. Once you saw Natasha get hit violently by the man’s metal arm, sending her flying into the side of a car, you closed your eyes. 

And you fired. 

When you opened them again, the masked man was on the ground. You perked up from behind the car, your eyes wide with shock and your mouth turned upward into a triumphant grin. You felt your heart beating wildly in your chest as you stared at the man from afar. Your smile faded as soon as you saw the man moving. 

He sat up, rolling onto his hands and knees, before standing up completely. From where you stood, you could see the bullet lodged in the lense of his goggles that were shielding his eyes. 

Uh oh. 

You backed away slowly as he glared at you. His eyes focused on yours, taking in your features. His head slowly cocked to the side as he stared you down. You stood frozen in the middle of the street, completely unsure what to do. 

“Cолдат!” Soldier!

The hydra agent behind him shouted at him angrily in Russian, aiming his own gun at you as well. You felt your heart skipping beats in your chest as you watched the man approach the soldier. 

Fucking shit!” you cursed, taking a step back. 

Instantly, the man’s eyes widened at the sound of your voice. His eyes became frantic, his breaths came out in short, rapid huffs. He shook his head, as if to rid himself of some evil-like thoughts. The gun in his hand dropped to the ground as he clutched his head. 

“Солдат, закончи свою миссию!” Soldier, finish your mission!

You watched in horror as the masked man unsheathed a black blade and in one move, slit the man’s throat. He turned back around, staring at you with his dead eyes.

And began walking towards you. 


The bullets barely missed your head as you sprinted down the sidewalk.  

You scurried around the many panicked people as they ran beside you. The bullets hit multiple people around you, but thankfully, they managed to miss you every single time. You made a sharp turn down a dark alley, hoping he’d get distracted for a moment.

As you ran, you could hear the faint footsteps growing closer and closer. You huffed, feeling your sides begin to ache from the sprinting, but you refused to slow down. 

You were almost to the end of the alley, when you felt a pair of hands wrap around your waist and haul you back into the alley. You began screaming, kicking everywhere you could with all your might. He managed to get you far enough away from the street before spinning you around and planting a hard slap onto your face. 

You cried out, feeling your cheek burn from the harsh contact. Blinking through the tears, you noticed the man was staring at you oddly once again. You watched as his head cocked to the side, his gaze set on the tears running down your face. 

Realizing he was distracted, you swung your fist into his face as hard as you could.

Big mistake. 

His head jerked back violently and you watched as the black mask flew from his face and landed onto the concrete with a small plop.

He turned around and you were hit with the strongest sensation of déjà vu. 

You swore up and down on everything you own, that you’ve seen this man before. You didn’t know how or when or where, but you’ve seen him. 

He was gorgeous. Really gorgeous. You probably would’ve developed a small crush on him if he weren’t a raging psychopath and trying to murder you and your friends. 

Who the hell are you?” he spat, his eyes wild with fear. They burned into your fearful ones as you stared back, your mouth hanging open. With a deep breath, you brought your leg up to his ribs and kicked with all your might.  

He grunted, jolting back from the force of your kick. But to your dismay, you didn’t do any kind of damage. His grip on your wrist tightened painfully, you cried out as you felt your wrist seering with pain. 

His eyes dilated, his brows furrowed as he scowled. In one move, he launched his fist forward, hitting you directly in the face. 

Then everything went black. 


When you woke, the only thing you could hear was silence and the soft sounds of what sounded like a metal clinking together. 

You opened your eyes, wincing at the brightness of the light above you. Especially the ache in your eye. You blinked, trying to fully comprehend what had just happened, most importantly, where the hell you were. 

“Who are you?” a deep voice pulled you from your thoughts.

It came out more of a demand. His voice was completely monotone, but still deep with authority. There he was, The Winter Soldier. The man who punched your lights out a while ago. Steve’s best friend, only, he didn’t look friendly at all. 

He looked terrifying.You peered around the room, taking in your surroundings. Somehow, he managed to take you to a shady little motel. From what you could peek from under the blinds as you lie on the bed, you were far from New York. The familiar sounds of traffic and civilians passing by was completely gone, leaving you in eerie silence instead.

“Are you fucking deaf?” he spat, his face twisting into a scowl. You shook your head, feeling the tears pooling in your eyes. You were trembling as well.

“N-No,” you answered timidly.

“Then answer my damn question. Who are you?”

“I’m Y/N,” you replied, feeling the tears running down your face. “Y/N Y/L/N.”

He stared off into the distance, as if he were processing the information in his head. Was he really a human computer like Sam said? You were terrified as it was, but being around a terminator was even more horrific. You waited for him to ask another question, but it never came. Instead, he leaned back into his chair, placing the pistol back onto the table.

“Are you going to kill me?” you heard yourself ask. Immediately, you shut your mouth. Why would you give him the idea? From what you knew, he was crazy, probably from all the brainwashing.

His blue eyes flickered back over to you, and you swore by everything, you saw them soften momentarily before they were back at to their original coldness from before.

“Are you going to hurt me?” you asked, this time with more volume in your voice. Immediately, he stood from the chair and you jumped, backing away as far as you were allowed. He slowly made his way over to you, his dark gaze burning into your teary eyes in a predatory manner. You flinched as he sat beside your legs.

“The man on the bridge,” he spoke, his voice still in the same nonchalant tone. “Who was he?”

“His name is Steve,” you answered, watching his expression change. “Steve Rogers, he was your best friend since childhood.”

He didn’t respond, instead, he ran his hands over his face. You watched as he ran his fingers through his long, dark hair. Despite being insane, he was extremely handsome, you’d give him that. His jawline looked like it could cut glass, and those eyes. They were twice as blue as Steve’s, twice as beautiful, too.

You pulled yourself out of your thoughts, mentally scolding yourself. This man was probably going to kill you, maybe after he did god knows what with you before, yet here you were ogling over him like some A list celebrity.

He turned towards you, his face set in a frown.

“I knew him,” he admitted, his eyes full of a mixture of confusion and hurt. “I knew him a long time ago.” You nodded, your heart thumping wildly in your chest. Why were you acting this way?

“But you…” He whispered, staring into your eyes fiercely. 

“I knew you, too.”

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Love Unintentional

Originally posted by ohstylesno

Anonymous asked: Hey, I was thinking maybe you could write about Harry and Y/N being celebrities and having to do a PR stunt. They both hate PR stunts because they are in love with their current girlfriend/boyfriend (which r okay with the PR stunt). Harry and Y/N end up falling for each other.

Word Count: 2973

A/M:  This idea was amazing anon! I might have tweaked it a little bit, but thank you so much for sending it to me! I’m sorry it took forever for me to get this up. There will be a part two. Hope you enjoy! Tell me if you do! :) Xxx

*Other Parts: Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six


You insisted on putting the last touches of your makeup yourself, now finishing your look with the right shade of red. 

“What do you think?” You asked turning to your boyfriend as you did a little spin to show off your dress. 

“You look great. Always do.” He said barely looking up. 

You crossed your arms and gave him an annoyed look. 

“What?” He asked half annoyed, “You ask the same thing every time, and ever since you started "going out” with him it’s become routine.“

"Not going to wish me luck?" 

"Luck on what? It’s another date with him isn’t it?”

“It’s a premier. I’m kind of nervous actually. It’s my first one”

“I’m sure you’ll do fine. You’ve gone through this kind of thing before." 

You rolled your eyes, "Whatever. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You said waving him off 

 

It had been the routine for the last 6 months. You had become a rising star within the last two year; a star that came to the level of popularity that your agent had decided that it’d be good for you if you were to have a “fake boyfriend.” But never in your wildest dreams did you think that this fake boyfriend would be Harry Styles.

 

—7 months ago—

“What on earth would he get out of "dating” me?“ 

"Well,” your agent started, “He’s obviously very famous and popular around the world, and you need the publicity. You're this close,” he said giving a hand gesture that showed the small distance he was referring to, “This close to being the next huge thing. If you do this with Harry, it will prolong your career." 

You sighed, "Again, that wasn’t my question. What does Harry get out of it? I’m not that famous. What benefit does he get?”

Your agent frowned, “I thought you liked him. I thought you’d be thrilled to "go out” with him.“

"I am! He’s great, he’s cute. But more importantly he’s a genuine guy. I have met him before. I just want to know why. I don’t want to completely take advantage of him." 

He heaved a deep sigh, "You attract a certain audience and style and it’s something that his agent seems to like as well to broaden his own audience like he will for you.”

You were able to breathe a little easier, now knowing more about this seemingly odd situation. Even if it was something that’s been done since the very beginning of Hollywood and the fame industry. 

 

“Alright. I’ll agree to it if he agrees to it. But you know, we have to talk to [Y/BF/N] about this. I don’t know how he’ll react to something like this.” And you started to feel anxious at the thought. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll talk to him about it.” Your agent said, “Also we’ll have to meet with Harry and his agent to discuss the ground rules. You said you’ve met him before right?”

You nodded, “At a party about 2 months ago." 

"Good. I’ll call you when we’ll be meeting with him. It’s also when we’ll discuss how we’ll bring you two into the public eye.”

“Whoa. Hold on, shouldn’t we wait until he agrees to being my "boyfriend”?“

He gave a look, "Wait I didn’t mention it? He already has." 

"What? Oh. Well alright.”

Everything had be sorted out beforehand, and you and Harry had met to see what you would both agree upon. The terms for the relationship were both simple and basic.

No sex.

No spontaneous PDA 

And no spontaneous trips away. 

Everything had to have been planned and known beforehand. 

 

You didn’t have a doubt in your mind. The rules were too easy. You both were already taken. This was simply work. 

 

The first few times a month after the idea and rules were laid out, you had both made it look easy. But it wasn’t quite the “young love” that people thought it would be.

But your agents and the managing teams had an idea to make the relationship seem more believable. 

So this time the scene was set- a table near a window of a very public restaurant. The lighting was very dim just enough to enhance the candlelight that was at every table, but the focus on you and Harry was very clear. 

The place wasn’t busy… yet; but with the whispers of people nearby, including the staff, you knew that the plan was working and that by the time you were to both walk out,  the paparazzi would be everywhere. 

 

Just as planned. You thought. 

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Sequel hooks set up at the end of Persona 5:

  • We know from P4 that when someone dies in the cognitive realm, their body reappears IRL.  We also know from Ryuji that getting caught in a Palace collapse won’t kill you.  And Akechi is still “missing”.  HMMM.
  • Shadowy government agents are following Akira around, which may or may not be the real reason why he’s decided to leave Tokyo for a year.  Which I guess means that the government is afraid of him?  As well they should be.
  • Morgana needs to find his human form ( which will obviously come out looking like Akira’s little brother because oh my god, even the other Phantom Thieves called it, any being that lives in an alley for a month to preserve the aesthetics of his goodbye speech is clearly Akira’s spiritual relation).
  • The Phansite is still operating with 50% approval rating, and Mishima is making a documentary to keep the Phantom Thieves in the public consciousness.
  • During the Phantom Thieves roadtrip, they seem to be taking a request from the Phansite, even if they’ll have to resort to more traditional thievery to help someone out.

I don’t expect a full RPG sequel or even an expansion like FES, but come on Altus, spare us all some grief and announce the spin-off already.  I’m holding out hope for a proper stealth game.

Crying because I’m imagining the inevitable Brotzman family dinner where Todd and Amanda bring their respective partners over for a formal introduction.

Feat. Dirk Gently “I crawled through your sons window and got him electrocuted, did he ever tell you about the time he was a suspect in four separate murders, the reason he wasn’t returning your calls for a few months was because he was actually breaking me out of CIA custody, why yes I am wearing his band shirt” and Farah Black “our first date was drinking wine from plastic cups while being watched by a cultist inhabiting the body of an FBI agent, our second date was beating up a SWAT Team to save a girl and a corgi I enjoy listening to Amanda play the drums when she’s not busy vandalizing public property with her anarchist friends”.

With special guest appearances the Rowdy 3 (who would also like to attend the dinner but content themselves with throwing a brick through the window, if it worked on Amanda it’ll work on Amanda’s parents).

What Lies Underneath (Part Two)

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Word Count: 1,660

Summary: You can’t stand Tony Stark. But when your job is put on the line, you’re forced into isolation with him for several months.

Warnings: Tony being a cheeky asshole.

Author’s Note: I’ve been pleasantly surprised by all of the wonderful feedback I’ve gotten on the first part of this series! I’ll try to be as consistent with writing and posting as I can!

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Agent AF7 (Jungkook, You) Scenario

Request found here.

The world seemed to be in slow motion as Jungkook took deep breaths, surveying his surroundings.

There were eight—no ten (there were two snipers on opposites sides of the second floor mezzanine) armed men currently facing him. He stood still, feeling his lover’s presence behind him, which makes it even harder to make a decision whether to engage, or not.

“Y/N… baby, don’t move.” He whispered when he felt her shallow breathing and the slight tremble from her body. He knew she was scared, she had every right to be, and it kills Jungkook on every aspect. But he couldn’t risk one of those snipers going off at her.

“Sorry.” She whispered, which sounded more like a choked sob and Jungkook wanted to turn around and kiss her; to assure her that it was going to be alright and that she shouldn’t be sorry.

It was his fault she was in this mess, after all.

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A Marine’s Valentine

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Title: A Marine’s Valentine

Pairing: Gibbs x Reader

Word Count: 1,233

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: Happy Valentines Day! I know it’s early, but I thought I would start off the morning for my NCIS fans <3 I hope you all love this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3 <3

This was requested by @jez-zolnierz: Since your requests are open can I ask you for some fluff with Gibbs: breaking rule 12 and asking him to be your valentine? :) I wish you lovely day!

While Tony and McGee were off on a double date, you were sitting at your desk finishing paperwork.  This report was something you could have gotten done tomorrow morning, but you decided to do get it done now.  Besides you didn’t have a date on Valentine’s Day.  You didn’t feel like going home and sitting in your apartment by yourself.

You looked up in surprise as Gibbs walked through the bullpen and sat down at his desk.  He was wearing your favorite navy blue button down shirt with a black blazer over it.  You always admired the way he dressed and the way he smelled.  Abby was the only one who knew about your crush on Gibbs.

“[Y/N],” Gibbs spoke, interrupting your thoughts.  

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why this scene is so wonderful

I was looking for metas about this scene, but I couldn’t find anything, so decided to say several words myself.

Firstly, I made one gifset and captioned it as glare of death and people wrote that Bucky looks like he’s about to cry or has already cried. Tbh, I think it’s both. Great thing about this scene, to my mind, is not if he’s feeling anger or pain, but the fact that he’s definetely feeling something here!

As I remember, we only see two moments where Bucky is feeling something. First one is this:

Here, he’s angry af. Before this moment, we see hydra agents shooting wildly, but WS is calm, he casually walks and shoots for like two or three times only. But when Nat breaks his glasses(sorry, don’t know what they’re called), he becomes crazy and starts shooting without aiming properly. He feels anger and frustration.

Second one is a bit of confusion and hesitation:

(not my gif)

Throughout the whole movie, what catches our eyes is how calm ws is. He isn’t running, he never is in a hurry. Of course, he kills people, fights like an assassin, but he is always laid-back and really relaxed.

But in the final scenes, he acts like a crazy. WS’ actions are so brutal. Although he is sent to missions to kill people, I don’t think that winter soldier is allowed to make them personal. I mean that he must finish the missions succesfully, but he must know show his personal attitude towards it.

But here

He slaughters hydra/shield agents in a way that is screams to be really personal to me. He freaking shot that pilot and didn’t even care to throw away the body. He’s just to eager to get to Steve. Yes, it is his mission, but so was that causeway scene and his actions in these situations are so different from each other.

Considering all of these, I believe that in that scene he is not unemotional. WS is about to finish his missions, not only because hydra ordered him, but because Steve makes him feel things that causes him pain and confusion and uncertainity.

Is he angry? Yes. Is he ] eager to kill Steve in the most brutal way? Hell, yes. Is he also feeling pain? He IS! I think that he’s torn between too many emotions and that reflects in his eyes. They are deadly, but at the same time a bit red and look like he’s gonna cry.

To be sure I have to look once again at this moment:

He looks so childish and it feels like he’s suffering. But then:

See how he narrows his eyes for a second? Yes, he’s in misery, but that eye narrowing thing also tells me that WS is also furious and wants to visiously kill his oponent.

P.S. Please, add your thoughts ‘cause I’m so interested in the interpretation of this scene.

Handwriting 2/2

I said I would write a Steve POV for this and then kind of forgot? Well, I finally remembered, so here it is!

I just reblogged part one, but you can find it here.

4200 words, watch for the cut!


When he was growing up, writing on the skin was a difficult prospect. He’d been taught that it was rude to write anywhere that might show up in an embarrassing place for his soulmate. Arms, hands, even lower legs and the tops of the feet were out, but writing anywhere that was covered by clothing was lewd and shameful. What if his soulmate had taken her shirt off one night and found his name written on her chest or thighs? The very idea had been enough to make his teenage-self flush in shameful arousal and had led to more than one embarrassing situation.

The compromise had been the bottom of the feet. His mom wrote his name for him the first, spelled out in flowing letters from his heel to the bottom of his toes on his left foot. It had tickled and she’d only been able to write a letter at a time so he could stop and giggle. She’d ended up sitting on him so he couldn’t accidentally wiggle out of her grip half-way through, and when she’d finished he had to sit with his foot on the window sill to let the ink dry.

“Now your solemate will know your name,” his mom had teased, tickling his opposite foot until he was shrieking with laughter. He didn’t get the pun until many years later when he’d learned to spell.

He’d checked his opposite foot every few minutes those first couple of days, waiting for another name to appear. Everyone knew that soul ink didn’t start manifesting until after soulmates had touched skin-to-skin, so playing tag at school took on a new context that Steve had found a little cruel. Mostly it was the boys chasing after the girls, while the girls tried to escape. Steve had never been very good at running anyways, so he’d ended up helping the girls hide while he’d misdirected the boys’ efforts around the playground.

Still, he continued to check his right foot every night, and when the ink started to fade, he’d trace over the letters again and again.

By the time he made it to high school, writing his name on his foot had become a habit as much as combing his hair or tying his shoes. By then, his classmates had started flouting the rules – names would appear in small writing on palms or wrists, and Steve had once seen Mary Lewis edge up her skirt so she could write on the inside of her thigh, right there in class. Anyone who was caught with visible ink got lines or cleaning duty, but that didn’t stop them. Bucky ended up in detention for a whole month when he’d taken a paint brush to write “HELLO SWEET THING” all the way up his left forearm in thick, tall letters.  

A few of his classmates paired off and used their soul ink to pass notes back and forth in class, and Steve would feel the bottom of his foot tingling whenever he caught one of them at it.

After his mom died, he’d covered his entire chest in ink – doodles, words, meaningless slashes of thick lines over his ribs and across his heart. No one wrote back, but Bucky had walked into the room and caught him at it one day. It was a private thing, and almost as bad as someone catching him touching himself like that, but Steve had just forced himself to straighten up and let his shirt hang open so Bucky could see the ruin he’d made of his skin. Bucky hadn’t said a thing, just set his fingertips on the messy scrawl of ‘Where are you?’ and then pulled Steve’s shirt closed and did up the buttons.

~*~

The USO tour had been a different kind of thing. He’d been in the dressing room with the girls every night, and once they’d gotten used to him, they hadn’t been shy about taking their clothes off with him hiding behind a dressing screen trying to get into or out of his tights.

Some of the girls had a lot of ink. Lisa’s torso was painted from just under the line of her ribs to the crease of her hipbones, and Annabel had a permanent tattoo on the sole of her left foot. The other girls had called her brave and giggled with her when she’d shown them all, and Steve should have looked away because ink was private, but he’d been so stunned by the very idea of a permanent tattoo (on a dame no less) that he’d just stared at her with his mouth hanging open.

“You’re such a boy, Steve Rogers,” she’d said, nudging his hip with her tattooed foot. “I just got tired of writing it over and over, so I figured this was better.”

“Who would even do that for you?” he’d babbled to the laughter of the girls around him.

“I did it, silly,” Annabel had said, and then had given him a sly look and asked, “You want one?”

Steve had turned about seven shades of red and got himself out of the dressing room as fast as he could without hurting anyone.

It hadn’t taken long for the girls to find out that he was an artist. By the end of the tour he’d been writing and drawing on them by request, all the while aware that his mother would have had a heart attack if she’d caught him putting ink on a lady who wasn’t his soulmate. She’d have gone apoplectic if she’d walked into that one hotel room in Minnesota with Steve sprawled on a squeaky bed in nothing but his shorts with six girls drawing on his skin.

~*~

The Army was another brand of different. They didn’t have ink just lying around, but that wasn’t about stop the guys from writing lewd messages on themselves. After better than a year with the choir girls, Steve had lost all of his shyness about ink, and their early attempts to shock him with their writing had only escalated when he hadn’t responded with the shock they’d expected.

The Howling Commandos used charcoal mostly, or campfire ash. If one of the guys fell asleep on watch, whoever found him would scrawl all over his face and then kick his ass awake. Steve mostly turned a blind eye to it, even that time that they’d found a stash of Nazi liquor and gotten rip-roaring drunk. Dum Dum had come up with the bright idea to strip naked and write Suck It on his cock with the fountain pen they’d found in the base commander’s desk. Dum Dum had been sore and itchy for days afterward and Steve hadn’t felt a bit of pity for him.

He hadn’t found it quite as funny when Bucky had wrestled him to the ground and wrote I won’t give away my sniper’s nest in the goddamned field like a fucking idiot all over his chest.

“Don’t blaspheme on my skin, Buck,” Steve had tried to protest, but his soulmate could be a person of faith, but he’d just gotten another goddamn fucking idiot for his efforts, and really, he’d deserved it.

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Firefighter! Iwaizumi and Secret Agent! Oikawa.
@iwaoiexchange gift for Angie @angelahearts, hope you like it!!!

The first time they met was when one of Oikawa’s missions went bad and his true identity and intention were discovered. They tried to trap and burn him alive in his current ‘home’, but luckily the fire department in the area works fast. Oikawa was instantly love-strucked with his savior and then later tried to search everything about the man called Iwaizumi Hajime.

After the incident, Oikawa started popping out on the most random times in Hajime’s life- lunch breaks, gym, even during his grocery shopping. He was an annoying force that he couldn’t shake off yet he grows quite fond of the man (but he’ll never admit that to Matsukawa & Hanamaki as they dubbed him as the ‘hot-mystery-man’). One night, Oikawa suddenly showed up on his doorsteps, he doesn’t even know how the man found out where he lives. He was bloody and injured, as he flings himself into Hajime’s arms. He didn’t asked any questions and tends to the sobbing man’s wounds before putting him to bed, and that’s when Hajime realized he knows nothing about the full grown man that still likes to wear matching alien pajamas.

okay, that got seriously out of hand. (*/ω\)

I hate that I love you - Jack Wilder Imagine

Prompt: Reader is an FBI Special Agent who arrests the four Horsemen along with Agent Fuller after they robbed the bank. Unfortunately Reader has met Jack before and they develop a love-hate-relationship.

Authors note: So this is the first imagine I´m putting up on this blog. I had this idea in my head for quite a long time now and I finally wrote it. It got pretty long tho so I forced myself to stop at one point. Since I´m having a lot more ideas for this story there´s probably gonna be a Part 2. I´m sorry for any typos but its currently 4am and I just spent about 3 hours on this so I don’t really feel like editing it right now. I hope whoever reads this likes it tho.

Fandom: Now you see me

Pairing: Jack Wilder x Reader

Warning: There´s like one cuss word 

Word Count:  1.622

„Alright, let´s get those magicians”, I said to Agent Fuller and the rest of our team. We were at the Aria Hotel ready to arrest the so called Horsemen for robbing a bank at their show last night. I had to admit that I thought Fuller was just messing with me when he told me about them. I mean magicians? C´mon these guys are entertainers. However it didn´t matter what they are. What matters is that they somehow managed to rob a bank in Paris from a Las Vegas stage in less than 10 minutes.  We were standing in front of their door silently nodding at each other and then I kicked the door open.

 “FBI! Hands where I can see them!” Fuller and I screamed at the same time. I don’t know what I was expecting but definitely not this. The Horsemen didn’t even flinch. It was as if they were already expecting us. Merritt McKinney was lying on a couch reading and not even bothering to put his book down. It took Agent Fuller to scream at him again so that he let the book rest on his chest and held his hands up. Daniel Atlas was standing at the window with a deck of cards in his hands. At least he put his hands up even though I did not like that smug look on his face. Jack Wilder was what it looked like sleeping on a chair with his feet on a table. I walked over to him with my gun pointed at his chest as he put his hands in the air. He looked rather bored but as soon as he saw me a grin spread on his face.

 “(Y/N), good to see you again. Look, about that last-“ “It´s Agent (Y/L/N) to you”, I cut him off. “C´mon are we really going to the last name calling? It´s not like I don´t know you.” The other Agents gave me questioning looks I simply decided to ignore. I hadn’t told them that I knew Jack Wilder. After all it was none of their business.

 I met him on my way home a few weeks ago when he `accidentally` bumped into me and wanted to apologize by showing me a little card trick. I like magicians and on top of that he was very handsome so I let him. He told me to pick a card, put it back into the deck and then he started to shuffle it.

 “I´m Jack by the way.” His smile was contagious. “(Y/N)” I replied while he cut the deck with one hand and one card shot out of the middle right into his hand. “Is this your card?” I couldn’t help but grin at him. “This is a phone number.” “Yeah it is and you´re free to keep it” His smile was actually the cutest one I had seen in a very long time.  “You know, you said you were going to show me a card trick to make up for bumping into me. You still don´t know what my card was though so I guess I can´t call you because you didn´t keep your promise which doesn´t change anything about you being that asshole who almost made me fall onto the ground and I´m afraid you being so utterly handsome still doesn´t make up for it.” I crossed my arms smiling at him and waiting for his next move.

 He did look surprised for a split second but his grin didn’t vanish. “Well, if you insist.” With a swift movement of his hand the phone number turned into my card - the ace of hearts – with the slight difference of a number being written across the middle of it. “Now, was this your card?” A laugh escaped my lips and I grabbed the card saying: “I guess it was even though I like this version much better.” He wasn´t that much taller than me but that didn’t change the fact that he was looking down at me with a huge smile across his lips. He was just about to say something opening his mouth but I grabbed his wrist and put it quite high on his back. My smile had faded and so had his. Instead he looked pretty shocked. 

“Woah, hey, hold on, hold on.” I kept quiet for a little longer wanting to hear his excuse. “Were you just trying to steal my wallet?” I asked him not very friendly. Yes, he was handsome and yes, I did enjoy that little flirt but I would not let him steal from me. “What? Why would you think that? I-“ I cut him off getting tired of this. “I´m going to stop you right there. I am an FBI Special Agent and I don’t like it when the bad guys are lying to me. Are you doing this to all the girls? Now listen to me very closely. I will let go of you and you won´t run away, do you understand?” He made a huffed noise which I took as a yes. I let go of his arms and he turned around to face me. 

“What? No apology?” I asked arms crossed once again. “You´re from the FBI?” He asked in awe and I had to keep myself of smiling at him because he just looked too cute with disbelief plastered all over his face. “Does that sound like an apology to you?” I must have looked intimidating because after a few seconds of staring at him he sighed and opened his mouth for what I was expecting an apology. “I´m sorry, (Y/N), but I didn’t try to steal anything from you.” That made me raise up my eyebrows. He was actually going to stick to that story. I knew exactly that he wanted to steal my wallet and yet here he stood telling me he didn’t. Pathetic. 

 “Don´t lie to me, Jack. I know what you were about to do but I´m FBI. I don’t deal with pick-pocketers and it´s been a long day so I really wish this wouldn´t have happened. I like you, Jack, and trust me I would´ve called but whatever. Just go now.” His eyebrows went up in surprise. “Are you serious?” “I am but if I ever see you again I promise you I will put you in handcuffs.” A smile started to form on his face and I couldn´t help but smile back. Even if it was just a small smile. “Either way it was still a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N).” “Wish I could say the same thing about you, Jack.” With a last smile and a wink he turned around and walked away.

 And that´s the story of how I met Jack Wilder. I didn´t know he was one of the Four Horsemen but when Fuller showed me their faces I thought one of them looked oddly familiar and when he told me his name was Jack Wilder I immediately recognized him as the guy who had tried to steal my wallet weeks ago. I had to admit that it was nice seeing his face again. The circumstances weren´t so nice though. 

“Like I said, it´s Agent (Y/L/N).” Just in that moment Henley Reeves appeared at the stairs putting on her jacket causing almost all Agents to point their weapons at her. “Do one of you guys mind giving as a hand with our bags?” She asked while she put her hands up. I didn´t like the tone of her voice but it wouldn´t be of any use to call her out on it so I just focused my attention back to Jack. “Let`s go”, Fuller said and I grabbed Jacks arms making him stand up so I could put him into handcuffs. 

“Last time we saw each other you did promise me you would put me into handcuffs, I just thought my charm would prevent you from doing so and instead you´d go on an actual date with me”, he said while I walked him out of the hotel room and led him downstairs. “Shut up, Wilder.” I couldn´t have him talk to me like that in front of my fellow agents or they would start questioning my authority. “No, I´m serious. I really wanted to ask you out but then that happened. I guess some would say it was the universe that brought us here together once again, don´t you think so?” He was messing with me just like McKinney was messing with Fuller but somehow he managed to get the idea of going on a date with him into my head and I couldn´t stop thinking about it. “I said shut the fuck up!” “Hey, no need to scream. I was just stating the fact that I find you very attractive, alright. However I already made myself clear about that last time, didn´t I?”

 These Horsemen had all of this planned, I could feel it. None of them were surprised or showed even the slightest change of emotion when we entered their room and now they were all talking to us as if we were not arresting them. Something was going on and I did not like it. When I sat back in the car next to Fuller he was giving me a questioning look. “Drive.” I didn´t feel like talking right now especially because I knew that he wanted to talk about Jack Wilder and if I did I might accidentally tell him something I didn´t want to speak out loud. Jack Wilder had been spinning around my head since the day I first met him and seeing him again like this didn´t make things any easier for me. God forbid when I need to interrogate him.

Never, In Fact, Homeless - Part 3

Relationship: Dean X Daughter

Words: 1,832

Summary: When the Reader gets captured, will the boys save her in time? And what secrets will be revealed if they do?

Warnings: Torture (probably really bad because I have no idea what I’m doing, but torture none the less), being tied up/gagged, lots of angst

Tagging: @mysaintsasinner @infamati–et–obliterati @deathtonormalcy56 @sis-tafics @winchesters-favorite-girl @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish @alexandriajanae4 @27bmm @comfortablynumb-cherrybomb @yoursmilemakesmeloveyou

A/N: Told you I’d get this posted today! Hope you all enjoy it and don’t hate me!

Part 1 Part 2

Originally posted by netflixuniversity

A sharp, throbbing pain in the back of your head forced you into consciousness. Hurt and confused, you glanced up, squinting in the bright light that assaulted your eyes.

As they slowly adjusted, you were able to make out some of your surroundings. Tied to a chair in a large, cavernous room, you could feel the ropes biting at your wrists, your ankles, your chest. All around you, there were broken down machines and conveyor belts, giant hooks and catwalks hanging from the ceiling – you must have been in that abandoned factory.

But what happened? From the little that you could recall, you knew that you and the agents had gone into the factory, splitting up to cover more ground. Once you’d made it inside, you searched the first floor, senses on high alert for anything out of the ordinary. You remembered hearing something behind you, a noise that echoed eerily in the quiet building, and you turned around, eyes searching. Then, out of nowhere, you felt a heavy object smack the back of your head, hard, and you fell into darkness.

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Tempting Trouble

Requested by @yourtropegirl

So I thought of this this morning. What about a crossover? Reader works for the BAU and is dating Tony and the teams have to work on a case together. The teams don’t know they are dating and the case is how they find out. I have a Tony obsession. Can you tell? LOL!!! PLEASE!!!

A/N : This is a crossover of Criminal Minds and NCIS

Title :  Tempting trouble

Pairing : Tony Dinozzo x Bau!Reader

POV : Reader’s

Word Count : 1046

Beta reader : The lovely @lostdreamsanddeadroses (she has started making edits go check them out)


Originally posted by lucifersagents


“Goth girl could walk in any second.” you gasped as Tony kissed your neck, hands fixed firmly on your waist as his thumbs drew circles on your skin.

“Abby. And she’s out, it’s fine.” he mumbled against your lips. For a second you let your guard down and lost yourself in the kiss. Tongues fighting for dominance, your fingers pulling at his hair. He moaned softly and pulled you closer so your hips grinded against each other.

“I’ve been waiting all week to do that.” he grins as you kiss his neck. You laugh slightly thinking of this week.


“You said you worked for the BSU!” Tony hissed dragging you in front of the elevator.

“The BAU Tony! Behavioral analysis unit which is part of the FBI! And keep your voice down!” you whispered.

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Kiss and make up.

Anonymous: Reid and reader don’t seem to like each other. They always bicker and complain about each other’s presence. reader is the M.E. they see often for cases. But after a while, the tension builds up and when Reid visits the M.E. for a case and they are alone they bicker and then after staring at each other, they make out. When they stop, things get awkward and reader continues the report. You can add on …


Originally posted by exonev

Spencer groaned as he stood outside of the coroners office, head falling back making Derek chuckle at his defeated expression. Spencer cast his pleading gaze towards Derek, sighing loudly when Derek shook his head.

“No, pretty boy. You’re going in there and you’re going to kiss and make up.” Derek urged, eyes dominated with amusement as Spencer groaned once again.

“We haven’t fallen out, I just don’t like her.” Spencer huffed but while he was talking, Y/N opened the door, catching the last bit of their conversation.

“Like wise, agent.” Y/N uttered, standing out of the office to allow Spencer to storm past her, avoiding her eye contact.

“It’s doctor.” Spencer growled, entering her office with rage immediately growing in his voice.

“Earn the name politely and I might call you that.” Y/N mumbled causing Derek to laugh at the bickering two.

“Play nice.” Derek smirked, making Y/N chuckle slightly before exhaling loudly and following after Spencer.


“What do you already know about the victims?” Y/N questioned, attempting to be professional but her voice thick with disinterest.

“Can I not just see the bodies?” Spencer complained, leaning against the wall, eyes intensifying on her stern form.

“You do your job and I’ll do mine. I just need to see if I can debunk certain marks their bodies, in order to make specific correlations between the two.” Y/N informed bluntly, sitting on the side of her desk, watching Spencer intently as he pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath.

“Man, this could be over quicker if you just answer me.” Y/N sighed, tapping impatiently on the desk as anger began to bubble in the back of her throat.

“I don’t understand why I can’t just work that out myself.” Spencer growled, glaring at the fierce girl.

“I’m the one qualified for it.” Y/N fought back, eyes harsh on his.

“I don’t know how.” Spencer muttered under his breath, making Y/N stand up immediately, inches away from his face.

“What the fuck did you say?” Y/N challenged, a growl escaping her throat as she spat out the words. Spencer met her fearsome eyes, the tension encapsulating them while they stared at each other in silence. Y/N’s eyes flickered down to his lips before immediately returning to Spencer’s eyes but within seconds, Spencer firmly kissed her. Y/N gasped at the unexpected kiss, prompting Spencer’s tongue to dance across her mouth, sucking harshly on her lip. An unwilling moan softly escaped Y/N’s throat causing Spencer to back her into her desk, pushing against her as the kiss grew more passionate. Wondering hands eagerly ran across one another bodies until the sound of the door cracked through their intense actions. 


“Woah.” Derek raised his voice, darting his gaze away from the two as they immediately broke away from one another, eyes wide in shock. Realisation sunk into Derek as he processed what he had witnessed, making a low chuckle to escape his lips as he hesitantly looked back at Spencer.

“Dude, when I said kiss and make up I didn’t think you’d take it literally.” Derek scoffed, humour playing at his expression. Spencer’s lips parted to speak, cheeks painted pink as he began to blush. Feeling Y/N’s and Derek’s gaze on him, Spencer bowed his head, heading out of the room quickly.

“Shut up.” He muttered as he passed Derek, who looked over at Y/N, holding back his laughter.

“Not bad, doctor.” Y/N commented, emphasising the word ‘doctor’, making Spencer slam the door behind him as Derek burst into a fit of laughter at Y/N’s snide comment.


Masterlist.

Headcanon: Tony isn’t used to a lot of physical affection. At MIT he meets Rhodey who’s determined to make up for it.

[Basically I always imagine Howard as a cold or at least very distanced father, who’s so focused on what Tony could be that he forgets to love Tony the way he is. Maria might express more genuine affection towards her son, but it would almost always be through words, not actual touch. And Jarvis loves Tony, of course he does, but he’s still a proper butler and I don’t see him as providing a lot of physical comfort either.]

So based on that picture the two of them living together and Rhodey using every chance he gets to touch Tony affectionately, which leads to:

  • resting his hand on Tony’s shoulder all the time, whether it’s to accompany a genuine compliment or just to remind Tony that he’s not alone
  • reaching out to pull Tony into a hug when he gets that look in his eyes again, the sad, distant one that makes Rhodey want to punch someone’s (usually Howard’s) face through a wall
  • ensuring that they only ever have a single blanket during the countless nights they spend in front of the TV and mock each other’s movie choices, because that means they’ll have to sit pressed against each other to fit under it, and that means Rhodey’ll have to put his arm around Tony’s shoulder and Tony will have to rest his cheek against Rhodey’s chest and they’ll have a silent war over who’s feet were laying on the couch table first
  • letting Tony put his feet into Rhodey’s lap when he stumbles into their apartment at way with that glazed expression that means he hasn’t slept in over 28 hours and singed hair-ends, and occasionally gently rubbing Tony’s toes to keep them warm
  • carding a hand through Tony’s hair and pulling a blanket around his shoulder when he’s fallen asleep on the desk again, or the kitchen table, or the lab, dark shadows under his eyes and ink blotches on his cheek
  • laying a hand on the back of Tony’s neck when they’re draped around each other, tired and content in the aftermath of whatever hell the profs or the paparazzi or some racist asshole just put them through, not holding down, just a gentle pressure to keep Tony’s too loud mind anchored in the calmness of the moment
  • allowing Tony to slip into bed with him late at night, not flinching away from the cold feet pressed against his shins, pulling Tony underneath the covers without any hesitation and holding him close, falling asleep to the steady breaths the other one takes
  • not minding in the least when, in those rare moments where it simply gets too much, where Tony gets overwhelmed by everything, Tony seeks him out, clings to him and presses his face against Rhodey’s sweatshirt as though it can hide him from the world, and Rhodey lets him, encourages him even, always pulling Tony a little closer, always shifting to make a little more room for him
  • and, you know, sometimes people ask Rhodey about Tony, ask him how he can stand living with Stark, and sometimes, when Tony’s experiment exploded in the kitchen sink, when Rhodey misses his morning classes because someone used parts of his alarm clock to improve their sound system, when another secret agent comes knocking at their door, Rhodey almost gets where they’re coming from, but. But then he remembers them, moments like this, where all he has to do is pull Tony into a hug or press a laughing kiss against his cheek or knock their shoulders together, moments where Tony just melts into him, all quiet and soft and still, and Rhodey wouldn’t give this up, wouldn’t give Tony up, not for any price in the world.
  • Tony does not have tears in his eyes the first time Rhodey yells those exact words into the phone during one of Howard’s worse calls. He does not.

Apparently I have more feelings about this than I realised. As in A LOT more.

Carter - Steve Rogers x (f)Reader

Words: 1496
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Featuring: Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Bucky Barnes, mentions of Peggy Carter
Warnings: talk of death, guns, fighting, being knocked out, not talking, lil angsty
Requested by anon
Reader is the granddaughter of Peggy and has a striking resemblance to her. Steve finds it difficult to work with her once she joins the team. How will things turn out? Join us next week, same bat-time, same bat-channel! (Sorry I had to! XD)
Authors Note: fun fact, this was going to end with fluff. was. (Sorry it took so long for me to get an imagine out,,, been very uninspired lately…)

Steve Rogers Masterlist. Masterlist.


The first time Steve saw you, he didn’t exactly know how to act. For a minute he thought he was back in the forties and was still doing stage shows to help the war. But when Tony walked in the room, he was reminded that he was in 2017.

“Steve, I see you’ve met (Y/N)!” Tony smiled, “She’s going to be joining us, she’s one hell of a fighter.”

“I bet,” Steve sighed, not being able to look away from you.

You stared at him as well. You knew this man, but you had never met him before. You grew up with your grandmother always around and she showed you pictures from the second world war and had many stories that were never told in the history books. Whenever you needed help with history, she was always willing to talk to you about it.

You practically grew up in SHIELD. It wasn’t a surprise, though, as your grandmother did help found it. She taught you in many ways; school and conventional, like self-defense. But you turned into much more than just a SHIELD agent, you knew what you were doing. Which is why you ended up with the Avengers.

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All My Days I’ll Know Your Face

Summary: When a new kid starts at Phil’s school, Phil certainly doesn’t expect him to be everything he ever could have hoped for in a friend and more. Can he convince him to let go of the past and audition for the school musical? And what about those feelings that somehow seem to pop up when he least expects them?

Word Count: 2.3k

Genre: Fluff, High school AU

Extra tags: Getting together, strangers to friends to lovers

Warnings: Bullying, homophobia mention, some swearing

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A/N: Inspired by Dan and Phil’s recent comments, “I really think that 14-year-old Dan and 14-year-old Phil would have gotten along quite well.” “I think they’d have been friends”, as well as my recent Glee rewatch and obsession with theatrekid!Dan. Big thanks to Kirsten (cafephan) for encouraging me to write this, as it probably wouldn’t have happened otherwise. I hope you enjoy!!

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