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FP Jones/Andrews family/Riverdale imagines - Oh Dear Part 9

Originally posted by riverdalesource

AN: This chapter is a little different… It’s also a little short so I may release the next chapter a little earlier than Friday. 

(Part One) (Part Two)(Part Three)(Part Four)(Part Five)(Part Six)(Part Seven)(Part Eight)

Overall Summary: You’re Archie’s old sister and you have a thing for a certain serpent

Pairing: Reader x FP Jones, Sister!Reader x Archie Andrews, Daughter!Reader x Fred Andrews

Word count: 1,335

Warnings: Well, FP is clearly older than the reader in this fic, none really

Before homecoming…

FP watched you leave the trailer with a unconscious smirk on his lips. 

You really were something else. 

He turned to the kitchen and poured himself a coffee, he had to be at Alice Coopers in an hour and if he was honest, he was kind of nervous. 

He knew Alice. He knew that this wasn’t just some social gathering to bring the Cooper/Jones family together but he said he’d go since Jughead seemed so damn excited about it. And in the end, he didn’t care that much about Alice’s intentions as long as his son was happy.

And your surprise visit was enough to encourage him to get through the rest of the evening. Knowing that you would be at the Whyte Wyrm in a pair of combat boots and black washed jeans that clung to you so tightly was enough to help FP through the night. 

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Imagine sherlock inviting you on his investigations because your company makes him calmer and helps him think.

The cab pulled up right on time as always and sherlock pulled john away from it, opening the door.

“John you and mycroft get the next cab go and find out more about the family”. “And you will be doing what exactly?” john asked with his raised eyebrows. “Ill be investigating but i need to concentrate” sherlock explained getting into the cab. He sat down but didnt shut the door.

“Y/n what are you waiting for? He asked. “You said you need to be alone” you said confused looking to john who didnt seem confused at all. “I know” sherlock nodded “but you help me think so please get in the cab”.

Utterly shocked you hesitated before hopping into the cab. Sherlock swung the door closed and gave an address to the driver. You sat with sherlock, confused at why you were there, he said you helped him think but how? You werent overly smart, you were average. You werent skilled in the subject matter, just a tag along really.

“Sherlock” you said sudddenly “ can i ask you something?”. “Yes of course” he nodded continuing to look out of the window. “How do i help you think, i dont talk through my deductions with you like john or have extensive knowledge like mycroft,”. Sherlock shrugged “i dont know y/n you just help, when im with you i feel happier and calm and i can just think, especialy if im close to you like sat next to you, i find its best not to read into it its very confusing”.

You nodded taking in all he’d said when sherlock sighed “it doesnt make sense!” he cried hitting the door. “come on you can work it out, i mean your sherlock holmes for christ sake” you smiled placing your hand on his. Sherlock didnt move his hand from yours but instead took your hand straight away, holding it gently in both his hands as he stared at the taxi drivers head. Minutes late he gasped and started laughing. “So obvious” he smirked “thankyou y/n” he grinned kissing your hand “always a help”. He called for the taxi to stop and gave the taxi driver more money “take this beautiful woman home ive wasted enough of her time, this should cover it keep the change”. He shut the door and smiled “thanks y/n ill see you later”. “Bye” you smiled waving. You took out your phone and called john who picked up straight away. “John what on earth is going on with sherlock, ive never seen him like this”. There was a long pause before john answered. “Ow god your just as clueless as he is, okay meet me at bakerstreet in half an hour, ill explain sherlock”.

Crankgameplays(Ethan) x reader

Request - “How about the reader figuring out she’s pregnant (because of Ethan of course) and having to tell him, and also they accidentally reveal the pregnancy over livestream? :D”
Words - still don’t know how to count.
Warnings - ???? No?????
Extras - ?? Nah


“holy shit holy shit.” You whispered while sitting on the toilet seat, “Should I take another one? I mean.. it could be wrong.”
Yeah, maybe take another one, I mean, pregnancy tests are sometimes wrong. But, most of the time, they’re not.
You sighed; taking another test, and awaiting the results.
Ethan was out with Mark and Tyler, just hanging out, probably at laser tag or something. Ethan insisted on staying with you, because you didn’t feel well, but, you reassured him that you were fine.
But, oh boy, as soon as he left you rushed to the bathroom taking out the pregnancy tests that you hid.
Your leg shakes uncontrollably, waiting for the result on a new test.
After a moment, you looked down.
“Shit- shit two lines.”
Freaking out, you threw away the tests, standing up, and looking in the bathroom mirror. You gently rubbed your belly.
“Really? Me? Pregnant?? With the most adorable human on this planet??”
You groaned.
“Shit! What’s he gonna do? Well.. he probably won’t kick me out?” Instead of a statement, it came out as a question more.
“I mean, he loves me too much,, right?”
You sighed heavily,
You exited the bathroom, going into yours and his room.
“Ok, alright, just gotta tell Ethan.” You
Mumbled, grabbing a good sized cardboard from one of the boxes under the bed. You rummaged through to find a sharpie that was sorta worn out, but oh well, it’ll have to do.
You quickly scribbled in big letters on the front;
’S U R P R I S E!’
And I’m the back, you put;
‘Guess what! I’m pregnant!’
You looked at it for a moment before nodding.
“This is chill, I got this.”


To: Blue Boy<3
“/babe, are you coming home soon?/”

From: Blue Boy<3
“/yeah almost home, is something wrong?/”

To: Blue Boy<3
“/no, i just missed you/”

From: Blue Boy<3
“/aww, I’m almost home :) /”


You sighed shakily, you pocketed your phone and slowly raised the sign so it was under your chin. You smiled to yourself, and waited.
And it wasn’t too long till you heard the door unlock.
Suddenly; you quickly regretted your decision, but, no turning back now.
Ethan walked in with a smile on his face, but it soon turned to confusion as he saw the sign.
“What’s this?”
“A surprise.” You softly said, now flipping the cardboard over; butterflies in your stomach. (But not really because you had a child growing in your uterus-)
Ethan read the sign, then looked up at you.
You gently smiled,
“Yeah.” You said, looking down at your own sign.
He simply looked back down then back up at you.
“I'm–? I'll–?” He started, then slowly walked towards you, looking you dead in the eyes.
“You’re serious?” He questioned.
“Yeah, I uh.. I took a test a few hours ago an-”
“Oh my god!” He shouted; taking the sign out of you hands, tossing it to the side, then hugging you tightly.
“I’m a dad!— well, gonna be a dad, but— holy shit!” He smiled his big dopey, goofy grin, tightly hugging you.
“Holy shit. A dad, and god!– Y/N you’ll be such a great mother!”
“You think?”
“Hell yeah!”


“Your sure?”
“Yes, Ethan, I’m okay enough to stream with you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Ethan! I’m fine, really, let’s just stream, hang out, and play some games, yeah?” You smiled, quickly kissing his cheek.
“Alright.” He nodded, and started the stream.
When a few people came in; he dopely* smiled, and shouted;
“Hi.” You smiled, holding back a laugh from Ethan’s intro.
Ethan looked at you and tilted his head.
“Are you laughing at me?”
“Psh! No! I was laughing at how cute you were making your intro to this stream.”
Ethan grinned and looked back at the webcam, then at the livechat.
This ended in you bursting out laughing reading the chats.
“Honestly, your fan base is literally the best thing, like, ever.”
“Hell yeah it is; and it’s not a fanbase, it’s my Cranky Crew.”
You laughed once more,
“You’re right.”

A few minutes went by, you and Ethan were answering some chats, and just hanging out.
“Pff! Oh my god! Yes! That was the best story ever.” You laughed, hugging your stomach.
Ethan whines; “sttttoopppp laughingggg.”
“It’s so funny!”
“I’ll show you funny!”
Ethan ended up tackling you; but instead of you laughing, you shrieked;
“Right! Right sorry.” Ethan grinned and apologized, kissing your cheek, pulling you back up.
“Wanna read a few more comments before we play a game?” You asked.
“Sure.” He nods.
You both looked at the chat to see much spam.

You guys immediately looked at each other with;
“Oh shit.”


Hah! I really like how this came out!! Thank you for requesting!!!~
I had much fun writing this :))

Dopey* - I’m not sure if that’s a word???? Oh well.
Request from; @nandrii

Imagine Chris being a supportive fiancé. (Part A)

A/N: Part 5A, ‘cause we gotta have our main go through a bit of an obstacle. You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, and ‘She Said Yes’ - Masterlist; ‘Miss Graduate’: Part 1/Part 2A/2B/2C/Part 3/Part 4)

You hugged your laptop bag to your chest, nervously chewing on the inside of your cheek. You were about to meet with Geoffrey Davis, the head of production at New Line Cinema, to pitch your ideas as well as show him a few of the scripts you’d finished for school. When you told Chris about the materials you were taking with you for the meeting, he asked why you didn’t choose your mini series to pitch. He thought it was perfect to be turned into a television series, or even a movie. He’d read the original- the one you’d kept from Tumblr as you wrote in third person with an actual character rather than a reader insert. He believed it had a lot of potential and didn’t understand why you didn’t want to pitch it, arguing that “fan fiction or not, it’s a great story” when you turned down his suggestion because you didn’t think anyone would want to turn a fan girl’s fantasy into something for the screens.

Chris pulled into the parking lot of the studio’s headquarters and turned to you. You were so nervous and deep in your own thoughts that you didn’t notice his car had stopped, you could only hear all the voices in your head. They were all very mean, convincing you that “it’s not going to happen” and that “you are going to get rejected” and how “they probably won’t even see you.” You reached for your right earlobe and fiddled with your earring, then reached for your clover necklace with the other hand and fiddled with the pendant. These were all things you did when you were nervous, like they were capable of distracting you from your thoughts; they weren’t.

“Hey,” Chris reached over the gearbox and curled his fingers over your wrists, gently pulling them away from your jewelry. “I know you’re nervous, but you just gotta breathe.” He forced your gaze onto him, making obvious breathing movements so you could follow suit. “Okay,” one hand released your wrist to caress your face, “now you are going to be fine. Geoff and I talked, you’ve got a ten o'clock with him and he’s very excited to meet you. All you need to do is walk in there and dazzle him with your talents.”

“Dazzle,” you swallowed with a nod. “I can do dazzle.”

“I know you can,” he smiled, giving your cheek a quick brush with his thumb before returning both hands to his side. “Now I’ve got a meeting myself, so I’ll be back to pick you up. Geoff said he’s giving you an hour, so hopefully my side ends by eleven. If I’m not here when you get out, just text me and hang out at the Starbucks for a little bit.” You nodded, not ready processing what he was telling you because you were trying to focus on your breathing. “You are going to do amazing, baby.” He leaned forward and smacked a loud kiss on the side of your head, successfully drawing a smile from you. “Now go,” he chuckled, reaching over you to open your door. “Get out of my car.”

“Get out of my car?” You simultaneously scoffed and chuckled at the same time. “Is that really how a gentleman talks to his lady?” You asked as you got out, closing the door behind you. “Should really call Lisa to give his smart-ass a whooping,” you mumbled to yourself, smiling.

Chris wound down the window as you walked around to his side, “no, but I know if I don’t kick you out- you’re not going to get out.” He rested his elbow on the window’s ledge, eyes darting to his watch to remind you it was almost ten. “Hop along, little bunny. Hollywood awaits,” he beckoned his head to the entrance behind you. You turned and stared at the entrance, feet unable to move despite how much your brain told them too. “You’re going to nail it,” Chris assured you.

“As hard as you nailed me last night?” You heard yourself murmur the joke under your breath; Chris laughed, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to. “Okay,” you huffed, glancing back at him with a forced smile. “I’m going in, wish me luck.”

“Luck is for the talentless,” he winked and your forced smile became slightly more genuine. “Power couple!” He called out as you walked away from his car, making you chuckle. You held up a hand and wave at him without turning around. “Power couple indeed,” Chris smiled when he saw you disappear behind the doors, then drove off to his own meeting.

• • • • • • • •

The scene inside was incredibly overwhelming, everyone was moving at a pace you knew you’d have trouble keeping up with if you got an internship there. It was at that point that you realized how lucky you were to have someone like Chris. Yes, there would be negative repercussions, but whether or not you used the help he offered- there was going to be hell to pay anyway. This was Hollywood, whether or not you knew people- it was going to be just as hard a climb to the top. If you could have a safety line, or a partner to help you along the way- why wouldn’t you?

You took a deep breath and clutched your bag strap tightly as you made your way to the front desk. “Excuse me,” you politely tried to get the busy receptionist’s attention. “I’m here to see Geoffrey Davis, I believe I have a ten o'clock appointment. I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” you introduced yourself with a sweet smile.

Upon disclosing your name, it was like the room slowed. Suddenly, everyone stopped what they were doing and all eyes were on you. You swallowed as the whispers began and the dirty looks came. Suddenly, you remembered why you wouldn’t accept Chris’ help. Suddenly, you knew exactly what you were so afraid of.

“Y/N Y/L/N?” The receptionist practically smirked when she repeated your name. “You have a ten o'clock?” She darted her gleaming gaze from you to her computer, typing something in as she moved her mouse. “Oh yes, but I’m afraid we’re going to have to cancel.” You felt your eyes narrow slightly. “Mr. Davis isn’t in at the moment, he’s currently in New York hearing a pitch from an actual screenwriter.” You suppressed your urge to scoff by pressing your lips together. “Sorry, sweetie.” She faked the sweetest smile at you which induced a fist clench.

“I’m guessing I shouldn’t come back at a later time?” You remained your professional composure, smiling politely as you spoke calmly. You already knew this was going to happen, as much as you wanted to cry or get mad- you couldn’t because you’d prepared yourself. You had to just suck it up and leave like you’d promised you would when it happened.

“No, you shouldn’t.” Her eyes weren’t even on you as she said that, she had returned her focus to whatever she was working on on her computer. The phone rang and she picked it up, waving you off with a hand when she realized you were still standing there. “New Line Cinema, Rebecca speaking. How may I be of assistance?”

You sighed as you turned around, making your way to the exit. You heard the whispers as you walked past, like the knife Rebecca had twisted into your heart wasn’t enough. It was like you were walking through a minefield, each step was another blow sending shattered pieces of your heart and soul sky high.

“Of course Geoffrey wasn’t going to meet with her, why would he waste his time?”

“She thinks that just because she’s Chris Evans’ fiancé, she’s entitled to a meeting.”

“I have no idea what he sees in her, she’s an unemployed twenty-one year old graduate.”

“She’s a child compared to him, not to mention a complete nobody. I don’t know why he’d-”

You got out before you could hear the end of that sentence. You knew being with Chris had its uphill battles, you’d been through quite a bit during your time with him- even when you were just a friend. The paparazzi and the fans- they pounced on you any chance they got, criticizing you whenever you made a mistake. Sometimes you didn’t even have to do anything, you could be squinting at the sun while walking with Chris and they’d come up with a new headline ‘Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N’s relationship are on the rocks!’ Then of course, there was the social status and age gap; you were twenty-one and a nobody, and Chris was thirty-eight and a world-famous movie star. It was puzzling for those who didn’t know the relationship, it didn’t make sense. But it didn’t matter what they thought- it hurt hearing it, but it didn’t matter because you and Chris knew why you were together and that was enough.

You had an hour to kill now, an hour to get your story together so you could tell Chris what happened in a way that wouldn’t make him angry at everyone at New Line Cinema. You were probably going to have to lie for that to happen, but you both agreed you’d be honest about things so…This was going to be a bit of a sticky situation for you. You sighed and crossed the road to go sit in the Starbucks and work on your story, as well as have a drink to soothe yourself.

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Part 5B

To Kill a Jaguar - Bellamy Blake

Request: *Not a request*
Requested by: *Not a request*
Pairings: Bellamy Blake x Reader
A/N: In which the smallest and most fragile, looking, girl (reader) is going hunting. Everyone thinks that she’ll slow down the group, but is proved wrong. 

Originally posted by darlinglostcrank

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Series Summary: Frank’s one-night-stands turns into more than he thought, and this girl is more than she seems.

A/N: Alright, last chapter before I leave for the week.  Hope you enjoy!

Frank Adler x reader

Word count: 1216

Summary: Movie night doesn’t go quite as planned.

Warnings: minor-ish wounds


(GIF not mine)

Originally posted by mackievanstan

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Just confess.

Word count; 1,6k

Ship; Jackson Wang x Reader

Genre; Fluff

Pronouns; They/Them | None used.

Requested by; anon

“Have you seen him? His body, his smile, just everything about him. How can someone be so angelic; he’s so kind and takes care of other people so well! Yoongi, I think I like him!”, you whined.

“You think? You’ve been talking about him for months and just now you realise you like him?”, he replied; obviously being irritated with you.

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Hit From Hell

Becca_Bae93 Has Signed On

Becca_Bae93: Hey, what’s taking you all so long? ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

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AngelWriter999: rude Bec

Becca_Bae93: Boo hoo, Angel. I wanna see who won the hits count up! (◕‿◕✿)

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AmbiableJinx: Oh please you’re only doing it because you KNOW you won this week.

EsterAndrews: You don’t know that for sure, I did really well this week too!

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anonymous asked:

Top 5 Destiel fics- go!!!!!

omg omg omg pressure UHHHHHH

so for starters, you can check out my fic recs page, which has deancas, cockles, and a couple of gen fics. it’s geared towards longer fics, at least 15k words or more. it also has a fav tag u can search through if u want to know my absolute top fav fics ever. basically the fics im naming im pulling from there. 


i couldn’t manage just five IM SORRY :(

  • These Are Not Real Problems by @no-gorms | 30k words
    people may not know this (and no, it’s not that i love endverse), but i also really loved season six. like, yes, sure, it had its problems. but i lovelovelove the trope of two people who love each other ending up on opposing sides and no matter how hard they want to keep their relationship and support each other, circumstances and politics make it so that they can’t, so that they become enemies for a time, and all the pain that comes with it. this fic for me is a really excellent exploration of cas as godstiel, and the consequences of that, and how he and dean repair their relationship. totally my fav S6-based fic

  • Time on My Hands by murron |25k words
    also if im not mistaken a S6-based fic, only dean and cas are sent back to 1943 by raphael and get work as farm hands and have to resolve their interpersonal problems while also dealing with time travel and raphael. i love this fic for how much depth there is in so few words and the beautiful language and characterization. 

  • Epilogue by @serricoj | 28k words
    i know everyone praises DTA at the ultimate endverse fic (and not without reason) but for me this is it. this is my favourite endverse fic of all time. i love the way she writes endverse!cas. that is, like, #personalgoals for me. and i love that there’s plot but also a really hot threesome between endverse!cas, dean, and angel!cas. i think i’ve re-read this fic like 80 times i love it so much. 

  • Ain’t A One Of Us Perfect (And That’s Okay) by peppermintwow | 15k words
    [link goes to a downloadable PDF as the author took the fic offline and deleted their account.] in this fic, king michael orders metalsmith cas to build a creation, which cas of course names dean. i love this fic because i have a Thing for robots/AI/android tropes and because it’s sad (one of the very few fics that has ever made me cry) but also beautiful and still hopeful in the end (imo). i also love the role reversal where dean is new to life/the world and cas is the one who has to teach him things. 

  • For All You Young Hockey Players Out There, Pay Attention by @thursdaysfallenangel | 143k words
    okay, it’s dean and cas and they’re hockey players, and cas is slavic, and it’s really long and plotty and so well-written and just happy. how could u not find this fic happy? absolutely adore it. (and the rest of the author’s work too. just go, go read everything)

  • March-Stalkers Mighty by @whitmerule | 152k words
    i mean it’s beowulf crossed with the fox and the hound and plotty and gorgeous and hot and there’s attention paid to historical accuracy and WHAT DO U WANT FROM ME I AM ONLY SO STRONG. this fic also has a special place in my heart because i read it during GISHWHES 2012 during the 2.5 hour journey on the night bus back from heathrow to central london while listening to Love Goes On on repeat. 


  • Asunder by @rageprufrock | 24k words
    i get that probably everyone and their mum has read this fic, but it’s a classic for a reason. i love dean in this fic, and sam, and the magical feel of bobby’s vineyard. also definitely just a happy-making fic. and pru’s style is one of the best i’d wager in fandom at large. 

  • The Way Back by rainylemons | 36k words
    so this is technically gen instead of deancas, but frankly it might as well be deancas given the closeness of their relationship and how they take care of each other, and i think there’s a scene where dean cuts cas’s hair, which i am just a huge sucker for. it’s dean and cas (and later sam) trying to figure out how the hell to be normal after some apocalypse. cas works at taco bell. they eat hambuger helper. i mean it’s just perfect. this is just the kind of heartache-y but comforting domesticity that i love. 
Photographer AU!Taeyong

So I found this a few weeks ago and me, being that girl who has ideas for AU’s out of a simple gif or photo, decided to do this one! yes i actually posted something done recently and not months ago

  • So you’re a freelance photographer that has been on several model photo shoots by request
  • And you’re asked to be the photographer for this one photoshoot
  • They set it up for the next month
  • Because of the model’s schedules and shit
  • And so you accept the request and mark it on your schedule thing
  • During that whole month, you’re going around, taking scenery photos since you haven’t got any other requests
  • The day of the photoshoot you get your trusty camera and head off to the place
  • It’s not far away from your home so you just walk there
  • When you get there, there are people setting up shit
  • And you find the director talking to this one guy who you thought was a random staff member
  • You walked passed them to look at what the scenario was and all the technical things
  • But when you passed them
  • You couldn’t help but glance at him
  • And you immediately went
  • Wait
  • Is this the model
  • Because was he handsome or was he handsome
  • Anyways
  • You waited for the model to come out
  • Causing you to space out and stare into the distant
  • And you failed to notice the guy you saw was trying to get your attention
  • When you finally snapped back you looked at him
  • Your jaw almost dropped
  • Because damn was he handsome or was he handsome
  • And he asked you ‘Hey are you the freelance the director said to come here?' 
  • You slowly nodded feeling your cheeks heat up
  • 'He said he had changed mind and asked me to do the photoshoot instead’
  • Wait he did what? 
  • You immediately went to see the director but the guy holds you back and says
  • 'I know that sucks but he told me since you were a freelancer, he was insecure about your skills at this and he says he’s sorry about this mess but you’re invited to stay’
  • You stared at him and proceeded to do whatever he said
  • You wanted to be the one taking the photos but since the director did that behind your back
  • You had to just sit back and watch
  • And so you did
  • You saw him take the photos and it made you notice some small things
  • The way how he interacted with the model, how he smiled whenever he took a photo to his liking
  • But you slapped yourself mentally
  • No you’re not supposed to like a guy you just met
  • But you felt compelled to like him somehow
  • After the shoot, the director came to you and apologized for what he did
  • You said that the other guy explained the situation and you forgave him
  • The director asked if you’d be willing to do another sometime later
  • You accept it as long as you are acknowledged of any changes
  • He agrees and leaves off to do whatever he needs
  • And so you’re left there pondering whether to go home or to talk to that other photographer
  • You then realized you never got the guy’s name
  • So you wander around trying to find him
  • Only to no avail
  • You ask some people if they have seen him leave
  • And someone says 'oh, I’ve seen him leave, I think I saw him go to the coffee shop' 
  • You thank the person and head for the nearest coffee shop
  • You enter the shop and you see him pay for a bunch of coffee and snacks
  • You walk up to him and lightly touch his shoulder
  • He looks like he was about to screech but then went 'oh its that freelancer' 
  • You notice the bags on the counter (and they seem like alot) so you offer help
  • He gladly accepts and you two walk back
  • He asks you 'did you solve everything with the director’
  • You nod and say that you’d probably do the next photoshoot he requests
  • He goes 'oh okay’
  • There’s a brief silence before he asks 'you went to the shop to buy coffee only to leave empty handed' 
  • And you say 'not really im carrying something' 
  • And he gives you the most monotonous laugh you have heard
  • And you end up laughing at it
  • He laughs at your laugh
  • You both end up not knowing why you were laughing
  • 'So I never got your name, what is it?’
  • And he says its Taeyong
  • You answer back with yours and he repeats it and you swear your face gets hotter
  • Like who turned the heat up
  • Oh wait
  • You’re outside not inside
  • For your luck he doesnt notice that
  • So you two get back with snacks and coffee and stuff
  • And everyone gets coffee
  • Except
  • And you wander off to a corner on your phone checking any emails
  • But Taeyong beingthemomheis notices that
  • And he goes up to you and says 'i’m sorry i forgot to buy for you, i didnt know if you were going to stay or not so you can have mine’
  • And you replied with 'it’s okay tho, i don’t mind’
  • But he insists and you end up giving in
  • You thank him and you go next time I’ll pay you
  • And he says 'its okay you don’t have to’
  • 'But I want to though.’
  • He says fine, but can you give me your phone number though? if I don’t have it, how am i supposed to call you?’
  • Your face gets hot again and you give your phone number to him
  • He notices you look a bit flustered and asks what’s wrong
  • You tell him that there’s nothing wrong, it’s just his imagination
  • He gets kind of suspicious but shrugs it off
  • After talking for a bit you both go off on your ways
  • But as soon as you get home you both start messaging each other
  • And you end up falling asleep at god knows what hour talking to him 
Home is Where the Heart Is

Summary: Guang Hong is scared of sleeping alone in the dark and he finds comfort with Leo.

Genre: tooth-rotting fluff

Word count: 771 

TW: none!

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anonymous asked:

Is it bad I can imagine #2 as Smitty and Mini. And it's Mini saying that to Smii7y lmao


Ohh. Well, this is it:  2- “You like being choked, baby?”

And Smii7yLadd, eh?

Well- Okay so I don’t know how much smut you wanted- there’s barely any bc I still don’t know how to smut it’s also currently 4:49am WOOPS so ye, if you were expecting more smut, I apologize D: Also if it seems rushed then I also apologize for that-

“Oh my god, Craig, no. Don’t you even think about it- DAMN IT!” Smii7y practically yelled out.

“Don’t you mean damb?”

“Shut the hell your mouth.”

“I’ll shut your mouth real good.”

“Will you two fucks stop being gay and play the game?” Tyler finally asked after about an hour of their gaming session.

“I’m sorry man- I can’t help it.” Mini laughed, knowing how flirty he could get with Smii7y.

“Whatever, go be gay when we aren’t playing games.”

“Maybe I will.” That caused Mini to turn his head as if he were in the office.

That caused everyone (everyone being Mini, Smii7y, Tyler, and Nogla) to burst out into laughter.

After a few moments, they all calmed down as Nogla looked to his clock.

“Ey’ guys, I think I outta head to sleep. It’s gettin’ pretty late.”

“Alright Nogla, I may head off as well- I don’t want to know how much these two over here will flirt or whatever.” This caused some more laughs from both Mini and Smii7y.

“Aight’ I’ll be headin’ off. Night.”

“Later nerd.” And with that last comment from Smii7y, Nogla turned off his computer and headed of to sleep, leaving only Mini, Smii7y, and Tyler.

“Well, like I said before, I think I’m also going to go. Later losers!”

“I feel offended, but bye Tyler.” Mini waved from his camera with Smii7y giving a quieter “Bye.”

After Tyler logged off, Mini and Smii7y got off their game and decided to just talk.

After awhile of talking, they got into the discussion of different kinks and which ones they possibly had. So far, neither one of them had anything known about the other.

“What about choking? What about that Smii7y?” Mini asked, knowing that this was one of the few that they hadn’t talked about.

“As if. Choking is dangerous, is it not?”

“Mhm, are you trying to deny it? I mean, you’ve denied every single one of the previous, you gotta have at least one kink.” He was trying to pry.

“Well- I mean it’s not like I tried it so ya know.”

“I could help you with that.” Mini stated fairly quickly.

Smii7y went quiet and stared at his camera.

“I mean, only if you want too…” Mini trailed off.

“When and where.”

“Now? We literally live in the same house.”

“Then come to my fucking room nerd.”

Mini didn’t hesitate as he closed out the Skype tab and walked down to Smii7y’s room, wondering if he was actually being serious or not.

He reached his room and knocked, he always knocked on doors, and waited for Smii7y to open it for him.

“Hey Craig.”

“Hey. How are you.”

“Are you actually choking me, like is this a thing you actually want to physically do to me?” Smii7y didn’t hesitate when asking.

“I mean, it would see if you have that kink or not.”

“Well how are you going about with this? Do I like turn around or what?”

“Turn around, it’ll help.” Smii7y did as he was told and turned around.

Mini took his right arm and lifted it, only intent on wrapping one hand around Smii7y’s neck. His hand snaked around his neck while Smii7y stayed still, not knowing what really to expect.

Mini gave a slight squeeze to his neck and to his surprise, Smii7y let out a quiet moan.

“Oh, you like being choked… baby?” Mini smirked, adding the “baby” for dramatic effect.

“Shut your hell mouth and let go of me.”

“So that’s a yes…?”

Smii7y didn’t respond.

“Okay, well. When you decide to be choked again, I’ll be in the living room.” Mini said as he walked off, leaving Smii7y to cross his arms and follow.

So I didn’t think anyone would care but I mentioned that I watched Sabrina and Peyton take the sc photo from her show in St Petersburg and people wanted more details so here’s everything that happened.

I went to both the St. Petersburg and Jacksonville show.

After the concert in St Petersburg, I went to my car which was across the street from Sabrina’s tour bus. There were a bunch of people waiting by her bus to try and meet her when she came out of the venue. About 30min after the show Sabrina snuck out of the front of the venue under one of her band mates arms with some other guy following. In the moment, I was too distracted by Sabrina to pay attention to the other guy but looking back there’s a possibility that it was Peyton. So they crossed the street trying to stay out of view of fans, walked right in front of my car and snuck onto the tour bus. Sabrina and the one guy stayed in the tour bus and the band mate came back out and went into the venue again.

About an hour after being in the bus many people gave up and left so there were only a few people waiting to meet her. Sabrina, Sarah, Peyton and a couple band mates came out of the bus, took photos with fans, and walked back toward the front of the venue. About 30 min after that I left my car to walk down the street and happened upon a restaurant with a piano out front and Sabrina was singing with her band mate playing the piano. Peyton and Sarah were sitting across from her. After they finished the song some guy who was at the restaurant asked Sabrina something along the lines of who she was and if she was famous and she said her name was Sabrina Carpenter. As they were walking away Sabrina saw me and could tell I wanted a picture and said “Hi there cutie.” and I said “Hi Sabrina, can I get a picture?” She happily said yes and took the picture with me and then they all left back toward the tour bus.

As they walked down the street, I stayed where I was because I didn’t want to seem creepy and follow them. As they were walking away Sabrina jumped on a band mates (Im pretty sure it was the band mate) back and he ran off down the street. They all ended up stopping by that building and were talking then I heard Sabrina laugh loudly and watched Peyton and Sabrina take that picture. Afterwards they headed back to the tour bus.

I drove home to Jacksonville shortly after they went back to the bus. The next day my sister and I went to her signing at the Fye store and she complimented my sister on her sweater and when she saw me she said “Hey there again cutie” because she remembered me and signed my cd. She noticed I was carrying pepper spray and said she carries the same pepper spray but that hers was purple (mines pink).

After the signing my sister and I went home to change and decided we were going to go to panera before waiting in line at the venue. After we ordered our food we walked past Sabrina, Sarah, a band mate, and I think her body guard. I stopped my sister and told her Sabrina was there and so she thought I was joking until she saw her herself. We didn’t bother her because she was eating and we didn’t want to be rude. After they all left, the long haired blonde from Harletson came in to eat with what I assume was his mom and sister.

After panera we went to the venue where I had uvip tickets so I met her again and she told me I looked really pretty and loved my shoes. We took the regular picture and then she asked if I wanted a selfie on my phone.

After the picture I went to walk away and she said “I love you” and I told her “I love you too!”

Then during the concert she asked everyone if they knew how to twiddle their thumbs and asked everyone to show her and when I did she pointed to me and said I was doing it right and asked my name and I told her it was Crystal and she said “Okay, everyone do what Crystal is doing” and then something about “Yall aren’t watching Crystal”. She also smiled right at my camera during Love Feels like Loneliness. And I can’t remember what song this was during but she put up a heart with her hands and blew me a kiss (I thought it may have been toward someone behind me because i couldnt imagine her doing it to me but a friend who was farther back said it was definitely at me.)

After the show my sister and I took a photo with Harletson and went around back to the bus to try and see Sabrina.

Sabrina never ended up coming out of her bus even by around 12:30 but Sarah stopped to take pictures with everyone and she was super sweet and adorable!



*******= scene change


Michael Weatherly: Hi my names Michael Weatherly

Cote de Pablo: Hi, and I’m Cote de Pablo.

MW: We’re gonna be watching an episode of NCIS for the special features.

CdP: Titled ‘Housekeeping’. Um, I think this is episode 198, two before our one, very special 200.

MW: Hey do y— do you get excited when you get your DVD pack to pull out all those special features?

CdP: *chuckling*

MW: Cause I do, I really do, I get all excited and I go home, and I sit down, and I tell my wife not to talk to me for a few hours and I just watch ALLLL the special features.

CdP: You know what I’m thinking right now?

MW: How handsome Mark Harmon is?

CdP: No, I’m actually thinking that YOU are probably thinking of yourself as a radio talk show host. Because your voice sounds very good.

MW: That is, by the way, I’m- I’m—*deeper voice* I’m also talking like this.

CdP: You’re trying to be sexy.

MW: So, do you remember these boys? We talked to them in the garage.

CdP: Oh yeah, I always love kids.

MW: ‘member? We went— they were really cute.

CdP: They were really cute. That boy was especially cute, with the little blue jacket.

MW: Uh-oh

CdP: Uh-oh.

MW: Uh-oh. Something’s going on.

CdP: Do you remember much of this?

MW: Um, yes, I do. Very well, ‘member? Yeah I ‘member this crime scene.

CdP: Let me…

MW: *chuckles*

CdP: Oh lemme see the reaction.

MW: There’s a future— a future investigator on CBS, this young man. Lookit, they lined up perfectly for the two shot. This—oh he’s got a hole right through ‘im.


CdP: Mark Harmon, Michael Weatherly.

MW: So, we’re often running on another episode of NCIS, Cote de Pablo, I wanna say, first of all that I am thrilled to be doing-uh-a commentary with you.

CdP: Thank you, Michael.

MW: it’s a real pleasure.

CdP: Pleasure is all My-in.

MW: We’ve worked together now for—

CdP: 17 years.

MW: 217 years.

CdP: *laughs* 217 years.

MW: And there’s a street in Valencia somehow in the middle of Washington, DC.


CdP: Uh-oh! Look at that!

MW: Hey everybody it’s Sean Murray! Ooh, look at you, wearing maroon.

CdP: And look at you, looking very depressed. What’s ha—what’s happening in this?

MW: Aww, lookit, see, McGee knows everything. Now, when we’re doing these squadroom scenes, the funny thing is, that this is probably at 8:15 in the morning on a Monday. *laughs*

CdP: Yeah, you’re right, cause it’s not 7, cause we rehearse at 7, we don’t get our shot until, probably 8am.

MW: Right, and so, even though it looks like it’s mid day and everything, uh, sometimes you see little pillow creases on the side of my head.

CdP: Mmm…mmm, no. No! Those come after lunch.

MW: *chuckles* And then, you know we have to have all this vim, vigor energy. We gotta have the ‘pah’.

CdP: We have to be peppy.

MW: Yeah.

CdP: Now, what’s going on with my hair there? There’s like a little thing that’s popping—

MW: Don’t worry, you look beautiful.

CdP: *giggles* Oh, shut up.

MW: This is where we tee it all up, I always think, eh, this is the part where, uh, you know, we get to, let the audience know that everything is okay, the kids are alright.

CdP: That’s a great movie.

MW: And-*chuckles*

CdP: *chuckles*

MW: And we’re gonna—we’re gonna, uh, you know, Gibbs will come in, and eh, what do ya bet that Gibbs walks into the room and says ‘Grab your gear’?

CdP: He’ll walk in at any second and he’ll say—

MW: Oh there he is.

CdP: Grab your gear.

MW: Look at that, see? Like clockwork, you can, uh, you can almost set your watch by this NCIS formula.

CdP: And then we all grab our, um—

MW: Oh, a little witty banter on our way to the elevator, and here we are at the crime scene.


MW: I am a fan of the self contained episode where—

CdP: Oh! I remember this episode now! This was in Disney Ranch! We shot this in Disney Ranch!

MW: We do, we shoot this in Disney Ranch. *chuckles*

CdP: Oh I was trying to, *chuckles*, I was trying to see where this was, well, it’s all very foggy at the end.

MW: What do you mean?

CdP: Meaning, we’ve shot 24.

MW: Yeah, but, what do you mean, foggy?

CdP: Meaning, you just don’t know, you know?

MW: So you’re watching this, but you don’t know, you don’t know that there’s—

CdP: No, I do remember now. I just— I just didn’t remember when I saw that little purple jacket.

MW: Do you—do you know the lady with the cat up on that deck that we’re about to see?

CdP: Oh yes! I remember now! I remember better! *giggles*

MW: Yes. *chuckles* Can I just tell you something alarming?

CdP: *seductively* what’s alarming?

MW: There are times when I’m talking to you, I’m pretty convinced that I’m talking to you mother.

CdP: Oh no.

MW: Yes.

CdP: You haven’t spent enough time with her, trust me.

MW: No I have spent enough time to know.

CdP: My mom is so fantastic. I’ll take that as a compliment.

MW: By the way, Cote, you are an alarmingly beautiful young lady.

CdP: Michael…

MW: You are. You are fetching.

CdP: In a black jacket with a black hat.

Both: *laugh*

MW: Look at this shot, that’s always flattering. Come from under.

CdP: Come from under, get the chins.

MW: A little reach around.

CdP: *laughs*

MW: Wait a minute. Whoa, whoa.

CdP: Oh! oh! Wasn’t she fantastic?

MW: She was great.

CdP: She was such a good actress.

MW: So this, for everyone listening, is a fake neighborhood that exists in northern, in the northern part of Los Angeles. Or the southern part of San Fernando.

CdP: Not only is it fake but if you open the door, there’s nothing behind.

MW: Well, all the houses are empty.

CdP: There’s nothing behind.

MW: This is a fake neighborhood; it’s pure Hollywood.

CdP: Remember there was um, a take when the cat jumped.

MW: Yes.

CdP: And by the way, she had cats, and we kept on saying, like, ‘How do you do this?’ and she’s like ‘well, I have cats.’

MW: I was teasing, you don’t have to talk about that.

CdP: Oh, stop it, Michael, see, he’s exactly the same way sometimes, like his character.

MW: Oh, she’s so cute. Now, can you explain your earrings? What are they?

CdP: They’re always the same, seven years now. *laughs*

MW: They’re little round something or other.

CdP: Little round little balls.

MW: I don’t know what they are, your earrings are just alarmingly attractive and fetching.

CdP: Come on, not everything is attractive.

MW: They’re like magnets. That’s what they are, they’re love magnets.

CdP: *chuckles*

MW: I remember that I was, um, I had to go to the bathroom pretty bad at this point, when we were shooting the scene.

CdP: You did?!

MW: I did. And that’s the, I just can’t wait.

CdP: That was the urgency.

MW: That was the urgency, that’s really—sometimes you look for the simplest thing to drive you through a scene. For me, I was like, ‘Please can I just get over to the 4 holer?’.

CdP: Oh! And you know what I just noticed? We were backlit. Which you always say is a better light.

MW: Well…

CdP: Let’s not discuss it.

MW: It can be. Now, look at that sunlight coming in.


MW: Oh, remember this scene? Wait, I wasn’t in it.

CdP: No, that’s McGee.

MW: McGee looks very serious. So, do you like conference room scenes?

CdP: I actually think they’re very safe.

MW: Why, what do you mean?

CdP: I feel very, um…I like little spaces.

MW: Oh you do?

CdP: I do.

MW: You- Cote?

CdP: Yes *chuckles*.

MW: Oh, I didn’t know if Ziva liked little spaces or—so you feel that the conference room is a SAFE little—space.

CdP: I do. I do, I do. I like the squad room because it gives me the, um, the feeling that I may be onstage, because it’s bigger.

MW: It is bigger, so that’s an interesting paradox.

CdP: And the MTAC I like it, because it’s dark.

MW: A little bit of a contradiction, therein.

CdP: Yeah.

MW: Ooh, look at you, stink eye, you get the foof with the earring.


MW: Now look, see? Huh? That’s a complicated expression I had on my face there. YEARS of training. You are not gonna get our of that plum sweater soon enough, are ya?

CdP: *Laughs*

MW: You are—you look like something on the craft service table.

Both: *laugh*

CdP: I resemble a slight eggplant.

MW: *chuckles* This thing—

CdP: Well, let’s not go into detail.

MW: Okay, now here’s the thing. Sean never took his jacket off. Is he goin’ somewhere? *laughs* Sean looks like he’s just gonna…stay there. Two time. Mark Harmon, talented, tricky.

CdP: *laughs*

MW: Gotta watch that guy.

CdP: Watch that guy.

MW: And good looking, and I do remember this.

CdP: *chuckles* good looking.

MW: Because in blocking, he decided to come and stand next to me and I just got very nervous all of a sudden, I was like, mmm, why is he… and he has his phone, he pulls out his phone right here, there it is.

CdP: Gosh, you remember everything, I’m amazed. You have really— what are you looking at, Michael Weatherly?

MW: Your body is a shockingly beautiful thing.

CdP: *laughing* shut up!

MW: I find it fetching.

CdP: Fetching? What is this? Is this like a line that you are just gonna keep on saying throughout the entire process?


MW: Look, now we’re down with everyone’s favorite, Abby.

CdP: Ahhh, Miss Abigail Sciuto.

MW: Now what do you think her necklace says there? It probably says something—

CdP: Abby.

MW: No.

CdP: No?

MW: No, no, no.

CdP: Well, it says something.

MW: It says something. Come on, what does it say? Ooh, come on.

CdP: Come on, come on, come on, go down!

MW: Oh! Come on! The— the dog collar, I never quite, I never quite wrapped my head around that.

CdP: The tattoo, the tattoo is just fantastic, the neck tattoo.

MW: Now, we’re not in this scene, so we can talk freely and openly. let’s talk about the lighting in the lab.

CdP: Best lighting in the show!

MW: It’s the best lighting in the show.

CdP: And why?

MW: Because Pauley’s down there.

CdP: And all why? Also?

MW: Because it’s bluey.

CdP: Blue.

MW: And silver.

CdP: Blue is your friend.

MW: Blue is your friend.

CdP: Great—what color’s my friend?

MW: Orange. What color’s the squad room?

CdP: *whispers* Orange.

MW: Hmm, we spend a lot of time in that room. People always come up to me and say ‘You look so orange on television.’

Both: *laugh*

MW: And I say, ‘lotta betacarotene.’. Ooh! I could almost see it there, what’s on her chest.

CdP: It’s something…weird.

MW: Dominatrix.

CdP: No.

MW: Ooh!

CdP: *gasps* She got a sandwich instead of a Caf-Pow?!

MW: Is it a, oh, that’s tricky.



CdP: *gasps* The coat! Fantastic coat!

MW: Do you remember this?

CdP: Oh, I do remember this, this was actually a pretty hot day, remember?

MW: Yeah, and this guy is FANTASTIC. He’s um—

CdP: Oh yeah.

MW: He’s the guy who—

CdP: Iqbal, Iqbal Theba.

MW: He’s SO good on Glee.

CdP: Oh my God! You are SO right! I remember this scene because he was amazing. We have some really good actors on our show.

MW: I tweeted him.

CdP: You did?

MW: Mm-hmm.

CdP: What is—what is tweet— what is tweeting?

MW: Don’t, don’t don’t, don’t. It takes too long. We can’t do that here.

CdP: *chuckles*

MW: Um…

CdP: He was so funny.

MW: He was funny, Mark Harmon, asking the questions that need to be answered. And ‘member he was sort of dissembling and having a lot of, he was having a lot of fun with us.

CdP: Oh, he was.

MW: *chuckles* Belva Lockwood. Oh, that rings a bell for Tony. This is one of those episodes where somebody shows up. Alright, cat’s out of the bag. EJ shows up. *chuckles*

CdP: *gasps* your, uh..squeeze? Is that what you call it?

MW: Mmm, well she—

CdP: Your girlfriend?

MW: Well, I dunno, I got shot and she left me for dead.

CdP: Oh! That’s it! Surveillance!

MW: I guess you uh, I guess you call that a girlfriend.

CdP: You’d call it a girlfriend.

MW: *chuckles* So, can I just ask you a question?

CdP: Yeah. Oh, God, yes.

MW: How do you prepare for your scenes? Do you memorize them the night before or..what do you do?

CdP: Mmm, the question would be, what do YOU do?

MW: No, I asked first.

CdP: Do you memorize the night before?

MW: Do you work on the scenes with anyone? Do you memorize them out loud or..?

CdP: I do.

MW: Okay.

CdP: I do. I sit on my couch and I look at the work. if I think the work is very very complicated and wordy, I will take a very good look at it. If by any chance it’s not, it’s a little simple, I will sleep, and I will wake up the next day and take a look at it and try to be very relaxed.

MW: What’s the most frustrating aspect when you come into work the next day and you have to do the scene, what’s the most frustrating thing you find uhhh when working with other actors and actresses?

CdP: *says quietly* I don’t know, I think you can answer that better.

MW: Do you get upset when people don’t know their lines very well?

Both: *chuckle*


MW: When people are sort of, you know. Look at that, he’s good looking, that Mark Harmon.

CdP: But look at that, that’s your girlfriend.

MW: That’s the beautiful, the wonderful, the talented, Sarah Jane Morris. And know I think she got uh—

CdP: Talk about fetching. My God.

MW: She is pretty fetching, actually. I don’t mean actually opposed—in opposition to what I’ve been saying before.

CdP: Isn’t it funny sometimes when you look at scenes and you’re no longer, like doing, you know, work?

MW: Explain to me what you’re thinking right now.

CdP: Well—

MW: Talk about your feelings.

CdP: No, no. *laughs*

MW: Use your feel words.

CdP: *laughs* Well—

MW: I feel, what?

CdP: No, because I remember every second of everything we’ve shot.

MW: Mm-hmm.

CdP: You could play something from season 3, season 4 and I know exactly what I was feeling throughout those scenes. Isn’t that funny?

MW: I just looked at Mark Harmon’s watch and it’s 8 o’clock in the morning when we shot that.

Both: *chuckle*

MW: Um, so, you are talking about total emotional recall when you see uh, when you’re visually stimulated, like watching one of these things.

CdP: Yeah!

MW: (talking about Abby’s necklace) What does it say? Domino? What does it say on Pauley’s thing? We’re gonna get it by the end.

(BTW guys, it said “DontH8″)


MW: I thought that Tony would be very angry with the girl that left him—

CdP: Were you guys really eating?

MW: Mm-hmm.

CdP: Were they good?

MW: Mm-mmm. (No)

MW: Lookit, look at it, see? Papa bear.

CdP: I like it when you guys get like, upset.

MW: Yeah. Yeah, you like that.

CdP: I do.

MW: Is that like a Chilean thing?

CdP: No, no.

MW: No, it’s human, it’s a human thing.

CdP: It’s a human emotion.

MW: Uh-oh, uh-oh. Hey now, hey, hey.

CdP: Oh! I like it when I see that fire from you, Michael.

MW: Well, usually you’re the only one I show it to.

CdP: *laughs heartily* What’s that say about me?!

MW: Haha, well, you do—

CdP: I can press—I can push those buttons?

MW: You—or press the buttons. No, it’s fine.

CdP: Well, I can do both probably. What is it? Push the buttons? Michael?

*thirty seconds of silence*

CdP: This was a good scene for you, Michael.

MW: Well, I don’t know…

CdP: And I like it when it’s night.

MW: Yeah, you like the small space room, and the night.

CdP: What does that say about me?

MW: Small dark spaces. Mmm…

Both: *laugh*


CdP: Did you read the thing?!

MW: I couldn’t see it again.

CdP: God, we’re gonna have to press pause and maybe—

MW: No, we can’t.

CdP: We can’t enlarge.

MW: Let’s go—can we—let’s-let’s try and find some meat here in the middle of this commentary. People who’ve decided to stick with us this far need to get some meat out of this.

CdP: Okay.

MW: Do you, feel that Ziva had a good season in season 9?

CdP: I think it was a tricky season.

MW: Hmm.

CdP: For a lot of um—

MW: Did she learn new things about herself?

CdP: Gosh, emotionally, I think so.

MW: Hmm. Cause I feel I was able to do a couple things and get away from uh…some of my—my clown town, um habits.

CdP: Well I loved the episode with, when you rescued that child from the fire.

MW: Yeah.

CdP: That was a good scene, and especially with you looking like 20 years younger, my gosh.

MW: Yeah, that’s digital technology.

CdP: *laughs* But the hair was crazy!

MW: Oh, well the hair was actually not digital technology.

CdP: Look at you, looking at her.

MW: Mm-hmm.

CdP: There’s a little—

MW: Angry.

CdP: No, not anger at all, there’s a little sparkle in the eye. Look at that!

MW: Really webbed that there.

CdP: My God, it’s kind of precious.

MW: Well it’s funny, because I think that uh, the-the EJ—anytime you put Tony in the proximity of a female that’s not Ziva, he just—he’s just…kind of, weird.

CdP: No. I don’t think so.

MW: No, eh. What do you think? What do you think? Let’s jump right into it.

CdP: By the way, I think you and EJ look alike! It’s really weird!

MW: Yeah, that’s weird.

MW: Here’s the deal, what do you think about a Tony Ziva wedding?

CdP: Oh, I don’t know, but you know what I’m looking at? The picture of a dog on your computer!

MW: *Chuckles* oh, really?

CdP: The DiNozzo—

MW: The DiNozzo dog?

CdP: The DiNozzo dog!

MW: You think maybe the characters will get married? Tony and Ziva?

CdP: I don’t know, what do you think?

MW: I don’t know.

CdP: I think if anything she’ll get pregnant.

MW: She could get pregnant, and then Tony proposes and she says ‘You don’t have to do this.’ and then they argue about it.

CdP: And that would be the end of the show.

MW: No! No! I think that then there would just be child daycare would be one of the sets.

CdP: *laughs*

MW: Our little assassin baby would be down in the childcare set.

CdP: Oh my God.

MW: Come on, let’s rip it open!

CdP: Rip it open?!

MW: How ‘bout this, you don’t know who it is. Yeah let’s rip it open! What if you had a one night stand with Gibbs and you don’t know if it’s Tony’s baby or Gibbs’ baby—

CdP: That would be very weird because Gibbs is a father.

MW: Mm-hmm.

CdP: And you’re a brother.

MW: (re: Gibbs being a father) *deep voice* In more ways than one.

CdP: Oh, stop it.

MW: Who’s your daddy? *chuckles* Baby daddy?

CdP: Baby daddy, dad-dy.

MW: And then, McGee with go down to Abby and complain that you didn’t sleep with him, so why isn’t he involved in like the ‘who’s the daddy’? I think it’s a whole season 10 plot line I’m coming up with right now.

MW: So, do you think we could continue doing the show with shared custody?

CdP: *laughs* I—Michael, I mean, look at the things you’re bringing up! Children?

MW: *sighs*

CdP: Actually, I brought it up. *laughs*

MW: I like the idea. I think you could handle it.

CdP: Oh yeah, for sure I could handle it. I mean, the character can handle it.

MW: Oh, he’s gonna kiss her (EJ).


MW: I’m gonna ask you a question right now.

CdP: Another one?

MW: Yes. When when—when you—

CdP: What’s this shot? Oh this was very good at night.

MW: When you, came here, initially, from New York.

CdP: Mm-hmm.

MW: To do Navy NCIS.


Both: *chuckle*

MW: Navy NISC, were you…uh…did you keep your apartment in New York and think, ‘Oh, I’ll be back in about 13 weeks’?

CdP: No. I gave it up.

MW: Or did you move out here? So you committed?

CdP: Fully.

MW: Alright, how’s that goin’? How’s that workin’ out for ya?

CdP: I probably—I’m still here.

MW: You’re still here.

MW: Do you think that you would wanna direct and episode?

CdP: You know what? That’s a really good question. I don’t think so! *giggles* That’s a LOT of work.

MW: There’s Scott Wolf, Scott Wolf, party of one, hiding behind everybody.

CdP: You enjoyed it. You loved it.



CdP: Well let’s talk one second about Matt.

MW: Matt Craven?

CdP: He is so good.

MW: He’s not— He is the honey badger of SECNAV’s.

CdP: He is—he just—don’t…

MW: He don’t care.

CdP: He don’t care.

MW: No.

CdP: He’s such a good actor and he’s so, he adds like a new element to this show and, I love having him here, he’s so solid too, but fun!

(two minutes of silence)

MW: T-shirt.

CdP: Since season One.

MW: Since season one.

CdP: That’s like a staple.

MW: Did you know that I’m not allowed to wear a t-shirt?

CdP: Because of him? (Gibbs)

MW: Yeah.

CdP: Absolutely.

MW: That’s a little factoid for the fans. I’m not allowed to wear a t-shirt.

CdP: There are certain elements that are just Tony’s or Gibbs’.

MW: Uh-huh. I also felt—

CdP: Oh I like this scene.

MW: In the uh, in the shooting of this episode, that Ziva was on Tony’s mind, quite a bit.

CdP: Really?

MW: Mm-hmm.

CdP: I’m getting nervous.

MW: I think that—I think that uh, because, if Tony can’t trust EJ, she left him for dead in the thing, she’s not telling him all the right—

CdP: Do you think Tony trusts Ziva?

MW: With his life.

CdP: *quietly* I love you too.

MW: Aw, look at my belly.

CdP: *laughs* Segue!

MW: Mmm, little honey bear, as I pick up a pizza box. Look I’m working on the weight everyone, just back off, I had a kid. It’s the baby weight. Been blaming it, the last five seasons.

CdP: You carried it.

MW: I carried it. It’s a thing. You know. I know. I fired someone this year because they suggested liposuction. So, back off. *chuckles* What? It’s true.

MW: Now, whaddaya think? I…I think Tony’s going bald. I think he’s losing the hair.

CdP: *whispers* I don’t think so.

MW: No?

CdP: I like this scene because you fall asleep on the couch and EJ’s in the bed.

MW: Oh! Can I tell you where this scene came from? I’m sitting over on the chair like Sean Connery in ‘Dr. No.’. I wanted the blocking to be uh, where he plays cards and puts the gun on the side table, and the girl is uh, has been taken away, actually, and he’s stuffed the bed. But anyway I was sort of—

CdP: You like Sean Connery.

MW: *In a Sean Connery voice* Yes, I quite like Mr. Connery’s approach to things. He’s a very cool customer.

CdP: Good looking man.

MW: Well, thank you. Oh, you mean Connery, yeah.

CdP: Oh, I love that, when she falls asleep and you’re talking.

MW: Easy does it. Oh! He’s gonna shoot her!

Both: *Laugh*

MW: No, that’s not true.

CdP: That’s so wrong! That is so wrong! And then you cover her feet! You’re very cute!

MW: I did, I did. Oh, and then watch this! Watch this! Think about Ziva.

CdP: Oh, stop it, no you’re not! You’re actually—

MW: See? That’s what he’s doing.

CdP: No, you’re actually watching out for her.


MW: So, uh, we, now, are, um, it’s a lot of men talking in rooms.

Both: *laugh*

CdP: But that’s the show.

MW: Is it?

Both: *laugh*

MW: I don’t know. Oh, that’s Watcher Fleet. I’m gonna go on record right now and just tell ya that I don’t understand this whole Watcher Fleet thing. So Gibbs has a box in his basement, filled with all this stuff that Mike Franks told him about. Shouldn’t Gibbs just bring that box into the squad room and say ‘Hey, everybody I got this box full of secrets, let’s figure some of this stuff out. Might be some national security threats.’ But instead he waits until the threat presents itself, people die, and then he goes ‘Oh, by the way, I have this box full of secrets.’ You pickin’ up what I’m layin’ down?

CdP: Mmm-mm.

MW: *sighs* Ah, I figured as much.

CdP: By the way, this room? Orange.

MW: Orange, orange. With a blue wall.

CdP: Just small little pillar.

MW: Orange and blue. You know the New York Mets tried to pull off orange and blue for a long time.

CdP: *chuckles*

MW: Do you know what rambling means?

CdP: Mm-hm.

MW: That’s the word they’re gonna use when they describe how our interview went.

CdP: *giggles*

MW: How was Cote and Michael’s DVD commentary? Mmm…rambling.

Both: *Laugh*


MW: Oh, see I played Solitaire and I won.

CdP: Oh, I like this! I like this! This is the morning…

MW: You like this ‘cause you’re in it.

CdP: No, because I bring you doughnuts and you point the gun at me.

MW: *laughs* I did an RJ! (RJ is Robert Wagner’s nickname)

MW: Well, who doesn’t love an Israeli ninja assassin who brings coffee and guns?

CdP: Yeah, but the best thing is that, I don’t know what happened.

MW: *seductively* Your hair, your hair looks good that way, what did you do to your hair there?

CdP: I just put it down. Oh, look at that little mouth movement.

MW: Mmm, so, what else do you wanna see, Cotes?

CdP: Um, I still kind of wanna see, um, Abby going undercover.

MW: Mm-hmm?

CdP: I think that would be fun. I would love to do another undercover show with you.

MW: Yeah?

CdP: That was a lot of fun. I don’t know, I think, well, I don’t know. I’m going into a vacation.

MW: What did you think about, um, what did you think about this PARTICULAR scene? Remember the shooting and—

CdP: I do, I remember this scene clearly because I really liked it, it was a fun scene.

MW: Why?

CdP: Well, I think it’s because it’s relationship driven, and I liked interacting with a girl I may suspect, is still into you.

MW: Mmm.

CdP: Creates tension.

MW: Mm-hmm. I guess now you see the reason for my asking the question.

CdP: *laughs* Bring the focus back to me!

MW: No, no just back to the hoot.

CdP: To the hoot!

MW: Cause it’s about the hoot!

CdP: Well it is, kind of, isn’t it?

MW: What I like about the Ziva EJ dynamic, is that you guys are so opposite in terms of, you know, just visually, it’s striking.

CdP: I know, it is.

MW: She’s got the blonde eyebrows, you have the dark eyebrows, she has the blonde hair, but you both have sort of the widow’s peak.

CdP: Kind of, yeah.

MW: So there’s a similarity but a great difference. You’re almost like a photo negative of each other.

CdP: *laughs*


MW: Hmm… oh, I don’t—i don’t like this scene, at all.

CdP: Oh my God, I love this scene so much!

MW: No.

CdP: I love this scene. Why not?

MW: I just—Because he’s from Party of Five, he shouldn’t be killing anybody.

CdP: Oh no, I—I love this scene and you know why I love it? Because you never see it coming. And I love the fact that at the end, he takes the dog.

MW: Mmm! Eddie Greens, good job.

CdP: Good job, Eddie Greens by the way is the guy that sets up all the green stuff that you see and we have—

MW: Unless it was already there.

CdP: Yeah, of course, but he sets up all these little nooks of green. And then people can hide.

MW: Somebody was over acting on their walk by, there.

CdP: *Laughs*

MW: That was a little background artist there.

CdP: Wanted to—to pull focus.

MW: Mm-hmm.

*One Minute of Silence*

MW: Ah, that tickles Cote, stop it.

CdP: *giggles* Look at the doggie. You’ve got two doggies.

MW: What’s gonna happen?

CdP: Well, he is gonna say that he doesn’t wanna play by the rules.

MW: What’s your favorite moment of season 9?

CdP: Hmm… I have to think on that one.

MW: You wanna know my favorite moment of season 9? Well, I hate to say it, It’s this one right HERE.

Both: *Laugh*

MW: No, um, Oh! It’s that one right there.

CdP: See? You don’t see it coming, because Scott Scwolf, *laughs* Scott Scwolf.

MW: Scott Scwolf!

CdP: Scott Wolf, he’s steely eyed.

MW: What do you think about when they blow up the building at the end of season 9, and all that stuff? Ducky has the heart attack? What do you think?

CdP: Um, I don’t know what to say about this!

MW: Well, I don’t know, I just think it’s all pretty—oh lookit, that’s a good death, actually. That’s a little creepy.

CdP: And then he takes the dog! Which I think is really creepy. But by the way, he doesn’t kill the dog.

MW: No, no he takes it to a shelter.


CdP: Michael…

MW: *laughs* Sorry, I’m just thought— trying to spice it up.

CdP: What were you looking at?

MW: I was looking at myself in a mirror. *chuckles*

CdP: McCallum.

MW: So let’s let’s get down—

CdP: Let’s talk about McCallum.

MW: Let’s get down to it. Talk about the truth, let’s not just tip-toe around, Cotes.

CdP: You’re good at that.

MW: I don’t know what you mean—

CdP: Addressing the truth.

MW: Let’s talk about it.

CdP: McCallum, a guy who comes in prepared.

MW: And knows all of his lines.

CdP: And knows every single word of his lines, he’s pretty incredible. And, the fans may not know this, but, he plays, um, word puzzles, right?

MW:Yes, Sudoku and all those—

CdP: Sudoku, to keep his memory like, active and alive.

MW: Mm-hmm. He’s gonna be 40 this year.

CdP: Yeah, and you’re gonna be 20.

MW: No, I’m gonna be—I’m gonna be 79.

Both: *laugh*

MW: I think we all know that.


CdP: And we— we shot this at Disney Ranch. And I remember running up this hill and um, twisting my ankle, which was not fun. Oh and this was the explosion, Michael! This was where they blew up the house!

MW: Yeah.

CdP: That— that house.

MW: I know, I was inside it with EJ, or was I?

CdP: No, you were not.

MW: *chuckles* No. It’s jus like the squad room, we just blow stuff up this year.

CdP: It’s the season of explosions.

MW: Yes. Tell me your favorite season finale ever.

CdP: I’ll tell you a favorite season opener.

MW: Okay.

CdP: Truth or Consequences.

MW: That was a good one.

CdP: Really good one.

MW: Season 7’s season opener.

CdP: So good.

MW: I…

CdP: I thought it was just, fun.

MW: Yeah.

CdP: And different.

MW: Yeah.

CdP: And I loved the bit where they punched McGee. *Laughs* I love that he’s coming out of the thing and he falls on the floor—

MW: Now why would you like that? That’s cruel.

CdP: Because it’s funny!

MW: Oh, look he found the uh, gas tank that sits out in front of the—

CdP: Holy moly.

MW: Do you remember um, who wrote this episode?

CdP: Which one, this one? Scott.

MW: Yes. And do you ‘member what he said? To us?

CdP: No, what did he say?

MW: No, I don’t— I don’t remember either.

CdP: Michael…

MW: Ahh, Ziva David.

CdP: Oh, here he goes.

MW: You just wanna watch it, I’m trying to get you to talk about stuff but you just wanna watch it.

CdP: I know but I —I wanna remember things. And I can’t remember things if I’m talking all the time.

MW: Cause I keep talking. Alright, I’ll shut up, I’ll shut up.

CdP: You don’t have to! I quite enjoy your….vocal tones.

CdP: Now that was CGI, that was not like that.

MW: Why wait until he does it? Why not just go in and move in and arrest him before he starts a forest fire?

CdP: Because we don’t know where he’s coming from, we don’t know where he is. Right? And that’s when I sprained an ankle.

MW: Did you really?

CdP: Yeah, a little bit. Well we had uh—

MW: Oh yeah, right there, saw it.

CdP: We did have um, doubles.

MW: We did?

CdP: But I guess they didn’t use them. *laughs* Oh my God! This was so much fun! Actually, there was nothing fun about it. There was so much shooting going around, and all of us had to hide behind a, like a big rock. And it was literally Mark, Sean and myself. We had to get up at one point and all three of us had to shoot. And all of the—what do you call the—the thingies? Michael you know what I mean.

MW: The shells.

CdP: Yes, the shells they were jumping on our faces. That was not fun at all. *laughs*

MW: They’re not s’posed to do that.

CdP: Well, yeah but all three of us were right next to each other, you see?

MW: Yeah all the cartridges, when they run, oh yeah.

CdP: Yeah. And then we started running. And that was probably my—

MW: And you were all the way on the right, so the two boys were—

CdP: I was in the middle, actually.

MW: Oh, you were.

CdP: They put me in strategic places.

MW: Oh yeah.

CdP: *laughs* Right in the middle of the shells.

MW: You and Sean, in a foot race.

CdP: Where were you? You were with EJ, right?

MW: I was with EJ.

CdP: And that is round the valley.

MW: Well—

CdP: He’s back.

MW: There’s a lot of letters around there.

CdP: *laughs* Do you remember, oh you weren’t there, that gun that he’s holding weighed like 10 pounds, it was the biggest thing I’ve— look I could barely pick it up. *laughs*

MW: Well that’s because you are a tiny slip of a thing.

CdP: No I don’t have tiny hands.

MW: I wasn’t saying your hands, I was saying that you’re a beautiful, fetching, lovely young lady.

CdP: He always says I have tiny hands. Who can pick up tiny things. *laughs* Oh, and there you are.

MW: God, I’m a bad actor sometimes.

CdP: Oh, stop it.

MW: Sometimes.

CdP: No, you’re not.

MW: No not all the time. Sometimes.

CdP: And this is when Scott Wolf finds out. Mm-hmm, the team has done it again.

MW: This was my favorite moment, when I closed the door on her.

CdP: *laughs* That’s so wrong.

MW: Well, you know, EJ, she’s an outsider.


CdP: Do you think she’ll be back?

MW: Yes.

CdP: You do?

MW: I do. I think she’ll be back because she’ll be a bad guy.

CdP: Nooo.

MW: Yes.

CdP: You really think so?

MW: Yes.

CdP: Okay, I believe you.

MW: EJ Barrett, bad guy. She and Jeanne Benoit. Coming back as—

CdP: Jeanne Benoit was not bad.

MW: She’ll be bad when she comes back.

CdP: No.

CdP: Look at you, you guys DO look alike! Look at it!

MW: No.

CdP: Yes, you do!

MW: No. Bye you chicken EJ.

CdP: *high pitched voice*  Bye you!


MW: Well here we are, in another enclosed space. Did you watch a lot of Party of Five?

CdP: You know, I didn’t. All I know is that, um, Jennifer Love Hewitt was in that? Wasn’t she?

MW: Sure.

CdP: Who else?

MW: And then uh, Matt Fox.

CdP: He’s a fox.

MW: Eh, I don’t know.

CdP: If you like that.

MW: Uh, Neve Campbell.

CdP: Oh my God! Neve Campbell! Yes I remember, didn’t she do the horror movies?

MW: And Scott Wolf.

CdP: He’s the best.

MW: Do ya think he’s gonna listen to this commentary?

Both: *Laugh*

MW: No, seriously, do you think he’s gonna listen to his commentary?

CdP: I don’t know!

MW: I bet he’s not. Does he strike you as a guy who’d listen to his own commentary?

CdP: No.

MW: Yeah, but maybe that makes him the guy who would listen to his own commentary. Here’s another question, do you think when Mark Harmon gets home, his DVD season 9 box set, that he—does he just rip open and just put in the DVD special features watching them first? Or does he watch the whole season and then he watches the special features?                                       

CdP: I think maybe the whole season then the—

MW: You think he’s—that’s—I think that’s you’re right, that’s more old school.

CdP: Oh! I like this scene! This is where I—am I going back to…I don’t know I don’t remember the scene.

MW: Yes you do, you remember everything.


CdP: Wait, lemme see. I think this is a scene between you and I. Oh this is the scene about—.

MW: Oh my gosh.

CdP: Oh, yes.

MW: This is the scene that makes me think we could have a child, down on the second floor in childcare. And this is—this is how we operate with each other. So like, friends with kids.

CdP: We have a lot in common.

MW: Do I seem—I seem somewhat sociopathic.

CdP: No.

MW: No?

CdP: I have to say though, I do like staring at you.

MW: Do you really wear those earrings in every episode?

CdP: In every episode, they’re different colors.

MW: Like, from the beginning?

CdP: From the beginning. I wear silver and gold.

MW: I—I’m JUST figuring this out?!

CdP: *laughs*

MW: It took this commentary—

CdP: By the way, I love how you are actually a man that pays attention to details.

MW: Well I am, actually.

CdP: Yeah, you are. And that’s Ray calling. Oh, no. Who by the way, Ray, didn’t turn out to be such a nice guy.

MW: Yeah, I was on to him. But you have— you are attracted to uh, not nice guys.

CdP: But I guess you could say that about you, too. Except for Jeanne Benoit.

MW: Whose father was an arms dealer.

CdP: Well, there’s a little bit of risk there.

MW: It’s been an absolute pleasure.

CdP: Delightful pleasure, Mr. Weatherly.

MW: Beautiful audience.

CdP: Thank you guys for watching. Always.

MW: You’re the best.



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Length: 1,014 words

Genre: Fluff

*A/N: My fluffy boyfriend JB feels are so strong bc of how cute he looks in the new m/v ಥ_ಥ I also used the questions youtubers typically ask their bf’s so I used my own personal preferences for the answers but feel free to substitute them in your minds with your own haha.

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Bucky x Reader

Summary: You were tired and your hair was a mess. All you were doing was putting your hair up, but the hair tie had other plans. Now you’re in this little war with Bucky. Who will win, who will lose?

Words: 824 it wasnt supposed to be this long sorry

Warnings: None?

Notes: god damn it i thought of this idea TWO WEEKS ago, and i kept saying ill write it tomorrow. its 1:53 am right now, and this isn’t what i meant by tomorrow but here i am writing. i dont know if i can consider it a drabble because i feel like its a bit long, but oh well. i may or may not continue writing this, depending how well it does. enjoy
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There are 24 hours in a day. Only a small fraction of those hours were spent sleeping, and you for one, didn’t do much of that. Still, you weren’t one to sleep in, regardless of how many hours of sleep you had. Every morning, you were up at 6:30 on the dot. It had become a ritual to be up before everyone else, so you could make coffee the way you liked it (Steve made it too strong or too weak. There was no in between) and no one ever complained.

This particular day, you slept in.

You had a mission yesterday, and this one was definitely not kind to you. Word came in about a hydra meeting taking place, so Steve organized a group consisting of him, you, Sam and Natasha.

At first everyone was worried; it was 1:26 pm, and still no sign of you.

“Hey, uh, F.R.I.D.A.Y?” Tony called out. He was walking back and forth in the kitchen, arms crossed and wrinkles forming on his forehead.

“Yes, boss?” the irish A.I. replied nonchalantly.

“Whats the status on Y/N? She still alive in there?” he asked back.

Bucky shook his head in disapproval. “That’s not funny Stark, Steve said she took a hard hit yesterday and needs as much rest as sh-” F.R.I.D.A.Y interrupted Bucky, 

“She’s heading out of her room right now, sir.”

Everyone froze and looked towards the hallway that your room was in. Your shadowed entered the room first, but slowly and surely, you came along as well. Steve quickly stood up and approached you cautiously.

“How ya feeling? We were all kind of worried when we didn’t smell coffee this morning” he joked.

You rubbed your eyes for a good moment before looking up at him. You could see he was trying to be playful with the coffee remark, but his eyes spoke a different story. You reached out and patted him on his upper left pect and chuckled.

“I’ve felt better, but I’ll be alright. Thanks for asking” you mumbled back, “What’s that smell? Did you make the coffee again?”

Natasha got up from the kitchen high stool, walking over to you with a mug of what you assumed was coffee.

“Actually, I made it this time. I wasn’t sure which roast you used, so I kind of just mixed some until it smelled like yours” she said, offering you the mug.

Without hesitation, you reached out and took it. Carefully lifting it to your nose, you took a deep whiff and furrowed your brows.

“It smells like you mixed the Hawaiian Kona with Tony’s favourite French Dark Roast? There’s even a hint of something else, but I’m going to assume you added… Lion Coffee?”

“W-wow. That’s exactly what I put! Damn Y/N, if I hadn’t known almost everything about you, I would assume you were a coffee connoisseur.”

“Oh please” you giggled out, “I’ve been making the coffee for over a year now. I think I know my stuff.”

You walked over to the couch, joining Sam and Bucky who were watching the t.v. Both of them acknowledged you, giving you a smile and nod. Bucky looked particularly happy to see you, scooting over more towards you.

“How’d you sleep, doll?”

“Like a princess”

You rolled your eyes in a friendly manner, making him chuckle.

“Hey, any chance you have a hair tie I can use?” you asked him. Your hair was everywhere, pointing out in every possible way.

“Actually, today is your lucky day because I, in fact, do” he replied, taking the tie off his wrist and handing it to you.

Thanking him, you put the mug on the coffee table and took the hair tie. As you collected your tangled mess into a somewhat decent ponytail, you maneuvered the hair tie around your fingers to get it in the right position.

Just as you were about to wrap around, the hair tie came off your thumb and slingshotted directly at Bucky’s face, hitting his cheekbone.

He let out a small yelp out of pure surprise, and turned his face around to see what hit him. Sam leaned forward, letting out a contagious cackle causing everyone else to let out a laugh.

“Was that you?! Did the world’s deadliest assassin just yelp like a little puppy?”

You gave Sam a dirty look, and moved your gaze to Bucky.

“Oh my god, Buck, I am so sorry. Are you okay? I swe-”

“I’m fine! I’m fine Y/N. It was just a hair tie, no harm done. I don’t even have a mark”

You studied his facial expression and let out a laugh. Bucky’s expression soften a bit as the ends of his lips lifted into a smile. After wiping a nonexistent tear, you looked back at Bucky and his playful smile turned into a devious smirk.

“What was that?” you questioned him, raising an eyebrow.

“Sweets, you don’t know what you just started.”

thoughts? complaints? constructive criticism?
i dont know who to tag, so im tagging some of my favourite writers and hope i dont bug them 
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its slow at first but its 3:45 am and all im thinking about it coffee so i couldnt help myself. please let me know if i mispelled or typo please because i cant see correctly rn sorry

I accidentally called your number while drunk asking for a ride and you actually came au

A/N: This came out way longer than I expected…but I hope you enjoy!

Castiel was going to kill his older brother, he’s decided.

He’ll survive in jail. He had already thought about the consequences. And sure, with how handsome and reserved he was, the chances of him becoming bait preyed upon by fellow and experienced inmates the second the cell door was shut behind him were pretty damn high. But it would all be worth the satisfaction of him actually murdering his obnoxious, careless brother. So, yeah, Gabriel was dead meat…that is, if he could ever find him.

“You okay, son? You look like a lost puppy in the middle of a thunderstorm.” Ellen. That was her name, Cas read it on the name badge she had plastered right above her right breast. She wore an old shirt, faded red, with the logo “Bobby’s Bar.” wrinkled across it. It took a moment for Cas to realize he had better look up at her face before the woman started to think he was a creep.

“Gabriel.” Castiel coughed and waited a few seconds for her to reply before furrowing his brows at her confused expression, “Mzzbr- Gab…riel!” Holy shit. That was literally all he could say. Gabriel.The word he despised the most at the moment, was all he could muster out in his drunken rage. Because, yeah, he was definitely drunk. And that’s why he was so angry at Gabe in the first place.

The older woman sighed, flagging down a young waitress, “You have a phone, blue eyes?”

Castiel shook his head, because it’s in my brothers car, which is god-knows-where, would have been too much of a mouthful to try and attempt to say.

“This here is Joanna Beth,” Ellen spoke calmly, as if she already had this conversation more times than anyone could hope, “she’ll take you to the phone we have in the back where it’s quieter. You can call this Gabriel from there. Do you think you can do that?”

Castiel closed his eyes, “I can tr-” he interrupted himself with a burp, but hey. It was further than he had been a minute ago, and both him and Ellen, it seemed, would take it.

"Do you need help walkin’ or can you manage?” Joanna, or Jo as her name tag displayed, rose her eyebrows and barely noticed as the other woman walked away, “I don’t mind letting you lean on me but if you want to throw up I’m going to need you to not.”

"I’ll be fine.” Castiel lied, because if Gabriel was in this bar and saw him being helped and held up by someone else, he would never hear the end of it. Another reason why he was mad at his brother, actually, was because Gabe was already giving Castiel crap about ‘how boring and bland he is.’ repeating over and over how he needs to ‘live a little’ and practically forcing the poor guy to take shot after shot, then leaving to the bathroom and never coming back.

And that lead to now, with him walking (or at least attempting to) towards the back of a bar he had only just been introduced to, and trying not to throw up as he promised, just to get to a damn phone.

“Okay, here it is,” Jo sighed and nudged her blonde head towards a tattered telephone that hung loosely on the wall, “I can’t really stand back here and babysit you through the conversation you’re going to have so pl-”

“I’m fine.” Castiel lied, again, but there was about three of her and that was making him more dizzy than he already was, “You go aheads. To job.” He swayed slightly, and whether the young waitress didn’t notice or chose to ignore it, he didn’t know. She was gone in a matter of seconds, and he was okay with that.

Sort of. There were two phones now and, he didn’t know which one to pick up. After attempting to grab the right one and only receiving fistfuls of air in return, he figured he ought to go with the left. Yes. That was it. Now…what was Gabriel’s number?

“Shizzz.” He furrowed his brows at the foreign symbols before him. Those were numbers, he knew that, after a few moments, and after staring at them intently for what seemed like an hour, he finally decided to press them.


That had to be it. It had to, because it was all he could remember. It had to, because it was ringing. It had to, because someone answered.


Castiel hiccuped in response, then laughed, hiccuped again, and became angry, “Gabriel!”


“I don’t know -hiccup- where you went to. But you…left me here!”

"I’m sorry, I th-”

“Gabriel, please!” Castiel began to breathe heavily, he could feel himself swaying again, “What if some-hiccup-one takes advantages of meee! IM DRUNK!”

"I noticed.”

Castiel frowned, as if anyone could see him, and only spoke through hiccups. The line was silent, but no one had hung up yet, so he spoke, “So?”

“So, what?”

“Gabriel! Come pick me up!”

“But I’m n-”

“Please?” And this time he said it with a whimper. Because honestly if this room began to spin any faster he swore he would pass out.

There was a sigh on the other end. Castiel could hear the chime of keys and the zip of a jacket, “Where are you?”

A groan, “Wheeere you left me!”

“Uh-Huh, and where would that be?”

“I don’t remem-” Wait, yes he did. Ellen’s shirt…what did it say…"Bobby’s Barsss!“ Castiel burped out, a proud smile gracing his face, "Remember now?”

“Yeah, I know where that is.” There was another sigh, and then the clearing of a throat, “Help me remember your name too.”


"Do you want me to pick you up or not?”



No! Castiel, he wanted to say. But damn…the room was seriously way too blurry and spiny now. So instead of replying, he hung up the phone, sat on the floor, and decided to sleep for a few seconds. At least, that’s how long it felt before he was woken up again.

“I’m assuming this is him, on account of he’s the only one who used our phone tonight.”


Castiel looked up finally, allowing his eyes to adjust to the figures standing before him. That one was definitely Ellen, but the other…was definitely not Gabriel. “Not Gabriel.” He said aloud, tilting his head slightly.

The man rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “Yeah uh, you called me thinking I was Gabriel.” Even from where he was, Castiel noticed how green this man’s eyes were, and also how tall he seemed to be.

Oh yeah, he was still sitting. With an attempt, and fail, to stand, Ellen and the man both helped Cas up until he was stable. It took another few seconds for his eyes to adjust to their faces, and after noticing Ellen’s amused expression, he went on to notice something about the guy. He was handsome. Plain and simple. So handsome, in fact, Castiel decided that staring at him was what he would do from that point on. Even if it did make the other man blush and squirm slightly, Cas didn’t care, he was too busy counting all the freckles on his cheeks.

Finally, Ellen chuckled, interrupting the gaze-fest, “Well as much as I’m all for two attractive men getting to know each other, I need to start closing up. Can you take it from here, Dean?”

“Dean.” Castiel repeated and stepped closer to the two in front of him, “Not Gabriel, Dean.”

Dean nodded, taking Cas’ arm softly, “Yes. Not Gabriel, but I’ll take you home, okay?”

Cas opened his mouth then quickly slammed it shut. The room was spinning again, and there were two Dean’s. Not that Castiel was mad about that, but he only nodded in agreement instead of talking, because that was probably best. Ellen offered water to Castiel on his way out, and he took it, because that’s what was best too. And he didn’t know what exactly she had put into it, but whatever it was seemed to work like magic because by the time he and Dean had reached the car, he began to feel as if he was sobering up.

“Where do you live?” Dean slid into the drivers seat after helping Castiel into his, “Or do you want me to drop you off at your boyfriends? Although, I personally wouldn’t want to go home to someone who had just left me drunk at a-”

"Boyfriend?” Castiel interrupted, then shook his head, “Gabriel isn’t my boyfriend.” He could feel a headache coming on, so maybe the way Dean seemed to looked relieved was only an allusion, “He’s my brother, and I’m staying in a hotel but…”

“But he has your room key?”

“And ID.” Castiel groaned, “So I couldn’t request for another if I went back.”

Dean started the car, “We can go to my place and you can use my phone to call him, maybe you’ll remember his number by then.”

Castiel blushed, harshly, “I am truly sorry about that.”

“About what?”

“Disturbing you, I -hiccup-

“Still buzzed?”

A moment passed before Castiel sighed, “Yes. I never drink, I swear, but Gabriel was so insistent that I loosen up a little. He thinks I’m uptight.”

“Well, are you?”


Dean held up one hand in surrender, “Sorry, sorry. Just wondering if maybe a drink or two wouldn’t have been so bad.”

Castiel scoffed, “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Do you always pick up strange men from bars when they accidentally call you for help?”

“I guess you can say the first part is true, picking up men from bars. But I’d have to say you’d be the first strange one.” Dean smiled, taking a sideways glance at Castiel’s fresh blushed face, “And the first one to have my number without me giving it to him.”

Cas clenched his jaw slightly, then let it rest again before turning to face Dean, “Again, I’m sorry. I really do appreciate you helping me…you didn’t have to.”

"I know.” Dean said, “But I wasn’t doing anything and I haven’t visited Ellen in a long time, so I thought, why the hell not?”

Castiel was silent as he watched the trees passing by swiftly. It was dark, just like it would be after midnight, and the stars and moon were lighting up everything around him. He finally allowed himself to look at Dean again because, drunk or not, he really couldn’t help it. The way the moon highlighted his features was something Cas could awe at for forever, if time would let him.

“You live close by?” He finally asked, hoping that Dean wouldn’t notice him staring. They had only been on the road for five minutes, so maybe it was a dumb question, but he decided he liked the sound of Dean’s voice better than the silence. So a dumb question it would be.

Dean nodded, “About ten more minutes down.” He shifted in his seat quietly, “What about you? You said you’re staying in a hotel?”

“Momentarily, yes. I would have stayed with my brother but…” He waved the thought away, “I live in Washington and just received a job offer out here, so I decided to stay in a hotel for a few days to see how I like the area myself.”

“And? What do you think?

Castiel locked eyes with Dean then, for how long he didn’t know, but he finally willed himself to smile, “I like it.”

And God help him, Dean blushed, “Good.” He said, clutching the steering wheel and peeling his eyes away to look back to the road, “That’s good. What, uh, what do you do?”

"I-ugh,” Cas’ head suddenly ached horribly, and if he wasn’t trying to make himself look somewhat good for Dean, he would have asked him to pull over so he could puke out whatever it was making him feel so bad. But he only sighed, “I’m a child psychologist. I help kids who have been in unfortunate situations establish and control their mental health before it gets bad, or any worse.”

Dean chuckled, “Wish you were there when I was a kid.”

“You think you may be mentally distressed due to your childhood?” Cas asked seriously, then tilted his head at the quick pained expression that passed across Dean’s face, “Do you want to talk about it?”

And in that moment, he regretted the question. Dean clenched his jaw tightly, “No. We just met, Cas. Don’t get too ahead of yourself.”

Cas could feel a quick pang in his chest and tried to ignore it as the car came to a stop in front of a small house, “Sorry, it’s habit.” He defended, but he let the subject drop anyway because, yeah. They had just met. He climbed out of the car, feeling only slightly less dizzy than he was when entering it, and followed Dean into the house.

It was nice. Actually, it was very nice, more than Castiel expected from the outside looking in. He looked around long enough to satisfy his curiosity, and quick enough to not seem too nosey, because that wouldn’t be a good look after what had just happened.

“Follow me.” Dean interrupted Cas’ thoughts and began shrugging off his jacket, and man, Castiel could have punched himself in the face with the thoughts that scene just gave him. He really, really, tried not to look at Dean’s ass as he walked behind him, but come on. It was right there.

Thankfully it wasn’t a bedroom, like Cas had swiftly pictured, that they entered into, but a kitchen instead. Okay, maybe not thankfully. But whatever, he would deal.

Dean handed his house phone over, once they reached it, and cleared his throat, “Make as many calls as you need to. If you can’t get a hold of him then let me know, I’ll figure something out.”

“My name is Castiel.” Cas blurted mid-grab, causing Dean to stop and look up at him with a confused expression, “I, uhm, I couldn’t say it fully when I called you. But it’s Castiel.”

“Oh.” Dean replied, “Castiel. Okay.”

“But I like when you call me Cas. It sounds casual, like we’ve known each other for a while.” Was he still drunk? Or was saying what was on his mind the new thing? “Sorry, I don’t-” He stopped himself, “What do you do?”

“Huh?” Dean was confused now, rightly. Too many questions at once maybe, or maybe he noticed how close he and Cas actually were and couldn’t pay attention.

“Your job? You asked me and I failed to ask you. Instead I asked a personal question, which I shouldn’t have, and we should wait for the personal questions until later.”

Dean cocked an eyebrow, “Later?”

Castiels face must have been the color of the reddest tomato, and he hated how his way of sobering up was by having no filter on himself, because, here he goes, “Well, I was going to ask you on a date. As a thank you for tonight. And I was hoping that there could be more dates, hence the later.” Shut up, Castiel. “Because I like you.” Cas, seriously. Shut up. “Even though we just met.”

Dean only stood there, his mouth hung slightly open as his eyes studied the other man thoroughly. This time, Castiel was sure that they looked at each other for at least two minutes. Two long minutes, of him cursing at himself under his breath while Dean probably was trying to figure out ways to kick him out.

“I’m sorry.” Castiel shook his head after looking away and began to dial Gabriel’s number, which he finally remembered, into the phone, “I shouldn’t have assumed that you would have been interested in me. I’m a mess tonight, I should have just never gone out in the first place like I inten-”


“What?” He snapped his head back up to Dean, who was rubbing the back of his neck like he was when they met.

“I fix cars. I’m a mechanic.” Dean coughed, and smiled almost too softly, “That’s my job.”

“Oh.” Cas said, because that’s all he could say while grinning.

Dean laughed, “I have a cell phone, actually, it’s the phone you called.” He pulled the small device out of his pocket, “I didn’t tell you because I wanted to bring you back here, not to try anything, but to maybe get to know you more, sober. So, yeah. You were right to assume that I could be interested in you.”

Castiel let himself smile fully then, and he could feel his face burn hot for what must have been the hundredth time that night, “Okay, then. That’s, uh, that’s good.”

“Yes, it is.” Dean was smiling pretty big too, and honestly, if he wasn’t such a gentleman, he would have kissed Cas then and there. But he was still slightly tipsy, and Dean was better than that, so he bit his lip instead, “Are you free tomorrow, for dinner?”

“Yes.” Castiel replied a little to eagerly, but that was okay, for both of them. He couldn’t stop smiling, not even through his conversation with a very worried Gabriel who seemed maybe a little more drunk than Cas himself. Both men smiled even more while discussing the plans for tomorrow night while sitting across from eachother on Dean’s couch. And even when the doorbell rang, the moment they both secretly dreaded due to the fact Cas would be leaving, they held stupid grins while Dean walked him to the door.

“Thanks aga-” Castiel began to say, but was cut off by Dean’s lips against him. Because fuck being a gentleman. There was no way he wasn’t going to kiss Cas when his eyes were looking at him like that, or when his hair was in that sort of mess, or when his lips looked that amazing. He was sober enough, Dean decided. And now they were kissing.

For having just met three hours before, the kiss felt like it had been practiced for years. Maybe even lifetimes. And, god, if it wasn’t for Castiels’ brother ringing the doorbell once again, Dean would have kept him right there, pinned against the wall, all night long.

They broke away panting, and grinning, of course, before Cas started to open the door, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Dean.”

“Yeah.” The other man caught his breath and chuckled, “Do you remember my number?”

“Surprisingly, yes.”


The door was open now, and neither man really cared to pay attention to the relieved look on Gabriels face, but they watched each other until the door shut instead. Cas repeated Deans number to himself over and over again as Gabriel spewed out an apology while they climbed into the car, and as he watched Dean’s house fade away from the side view mirror, Cas decided that maybe he wouldn’t kill his brother tonight.

He just might thank him.