#they're on a stage n such. and it's like 30 guys. i know not much more than that hfsh

[keeps-ache]

every now and then something in my brain turns on and oh hello information i didn't know i had stored! where've you been !

[talesofely]

The (Wo)Man Who Can't Be Moved

Pairings : Natasha Romanoff x GN/Fem!Reader

Summary : Natasha's your ex-girlfriend, she broke up with you without giving you a solid reason as to why. Obviously, you want her back. One problem, she's unofficially dating Bucky Barnes. So you decided to solve it with a little performance.

Warnings : Angst, Fluff, Hopeful Ending (?), Swearing I think, reader is mostly gender neutral but i envisioned it as a fem!reader soooo, pls tell me if u see anything else

Note : I rlly wanna make a part 2 of this, lmk what u guys think thooo

Word Count : almost 2k

Save My Tears - Part 2

Tony decided to host another one of his famous Stark parties. This time, his excuse was that you are single again, and that Natasha and Bucky had something going on. What he didn't know was you and Natasha didn't quite end in good terms, cause she broke up with you. And of course... that you still miss her so god damn much.

So there you were, in your room, mentally preparing yourself to see the love of your life with her soon to be boyfriend. You didn't want to go, you absolutely wanted to just run away. But you couldn't. You had to show that the break up didn't affect you as much as they thought it did, even if it really did.

A knock on your door pulled you out of your thoughts.

"Come in." The door opened and revealed a redhead. You smiled sadly at the woman, it wasn't your redhead. It was Vision's.

"I told you I'm fine, Wands." You tried your best to give her a genuine chuckle. Wanda didn't seem to be convinced though.

"You look good, L/N. Trying to impress somebody?" Wanda said as she leaned against the closed door of your room.

"You already know the answer to that." You said as you shook your head, standing up to apply perfume.

"Just tell her, Y/N/N. I mean, you should shoot your shot before it's too late. I heard Buck's gonna ask her to be his girlfriend officially tonight." Wanda announced, watching you intently as you try desperately to calm your nerves.

"What am I supposed to say, Wands? Please take me back, I miss you so much, I know you broke up with me but I want you back?" You sarcastically said as you scoffed. "Plus, I don't wanna ruin what she has with Bucky. She must like him so much if she made their relationship public within three days of seeing each other."

"She isn't happy with him, and we both know that. I care about Natasha too, Y/N, I want her to be atleast happy with who she's with. Plus, how can you know she doesn't want you back if you haven't even asked?" Wanda asked with a raised brow. You didn't dare to make eye contact, just staring at the perfume bottle on your hand. "Think about it, alright?"

Wanda left your room, leaving you alone with more thoughts than you had 30 minutes ago.

Stark decided to go to the next level for this party. He had a stage in the middle of the living room, a bunch of speakers, and a mic stand.

The party was more lively than normal. Everyone was teasing the future couple, much to your annoyance. Natasha and Bucky were the center of attention.

Apparently, Bucky loves getting all that recognition and attention, but deep down you know Natasha doesn't. Your ex-girlfriend loves parties, but she doesn't like it when she's the center of attention. Bucky doesn't seem to know it considering he's showing her off like she's just a trophy.

You sat at the bar, alone, drinking your Aunt Roberta cocktail. Clint approached you, Tony right behind him. You didn't acknowledge them, just continuing to watch the 'It Couple' as Tony calls them.

"You okay, Y/n?" Clint asked with a small smile. You're guessing he didn't know what happened, you didn't know if Natasha told him how she broke your heart. You just nodded in response, drinking down the last of your cocktail.

"They're such a nice couple, right? Natasha and Bucky? I'm not glad you and Nat broke up but I'm glad they found each other." Tony said with a grin, oblivious to the fact that you want to punch him in the face.

"Mhm." You responded with another nod. You couldn't do this sober, but the alcohol wasn't doing anything.

"Hey, Y/N, you should sing! You have a great voice, right!? You used to sing for Natasha when you were still together!" Tony slurred out, obviously intoxicated now. Clint nodded in agreement, both trying to convince you to sing.

You didn't want to, you weren't in the right mood to put on a show.

However, when your eyes drift to Natasha and Bucky slow dancing to your song, 'Wonderful Tonight' by Eric Clapton, the same song you two always danced to, you snapped.

You cleared your throat to steal Tony and Clint's attention. You stood up and fixed your suit's jacket. The polo you were wearing underneath had three buttons unbuttoned, showing just enough for men and women to go wild.

"I'll go sing, Anthony. The tablet beside the mic is connected to the speakers, right?" You asked as Tony nodded eagerly. He always liked it when you sang, saying you had a specific vibe he couldn't get from other singers.

Before you could fully walk away, Clint shouted at you, making you turn around and raise a brow at him.

"Go get your girl back." He mouthed then winked. You rolled your eyes at him before flipping him off.

When you reached the stage, Steve got off and handed you the mic with a smile. You sat down on the chair, everyone was surprisingly cheering for you. Mostly everyone's eyes were on you, excited for the song you were about to play.

You didn't dare to look into the audience, in fear of meeting those green eyes you used to call home. The fondness in them wasn't for you anymore, anyways.

"Hey, everyone. I hope y'all are having an amazing night. I do hope you enjoy these songs I'm about to play." You said as you clicked the instrumental version of the song you chose, on the tablet.

Going back to the corner where I first saw you

Gonna camp in my sleeping bag, I'm not gonna move

Got some words on cardboard, got your picture in my hand

Saying, "If you see this girl can you tell her where I am?"

(Italics are flashbacks)

Three days after Natasha broke up with you, you decided to drive to a park where you two always went on. You sat on the exact bench where you asked her to be your girlfriend. Not a lot of people walked by, it was a slightly secluded area.

You stared at the lake in front of you, watching as the ducks you always used to feed with Natasha swim towards you. One duck in particular, the one you named Nibbles, the one you considered your child, approached you and stood on your foot.

You smiled sadly at him, caressing his fluffy head.

"Hi, Nibbles. Your mama isn't here, I'm sorry. We won't show up together anymore, buddy. I still promise to visit, okay?"

People were giving you weird looks but you didn't care. You just gave the duck a piece of bread that he dipped in the lake before waddling back to you so he could eat it beside you.

And how can I move on when I'm still in love with you?

You met those green eyes while singing the particular line. You couldn't read it, it had too many emotions for you to decipher. You saw her smile faltered though. You gave her a small bittersweet smile as everyone around you was singing along to the song and nodding their heads to the beat.

'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me

And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be

"Where the fuck is Y/N, Wanda?" Natasha asked, barging in the younger redhead's room.

Wanda's head snapped to her door. She saw Natasha was holding the letter you left in her room over and over again, memorizing every sentence. A few tears escaped, but she immediately wiped them away. She saw how the 'Love Always, Y/N.' was smudged, like it got wet from a teardrop.

"What do you mean, Natasha? I thought you knew she left. She's gone, Nat. She left for a no-contact mission, even Fury doesn't know when she'll be back." Wanda said flatly, standing up to kick Natasha out of her room.

"Why'd you care anyways? Miss her?" Wanda said sarcastically with an eye roll.

"She didn't tell me." Natasha murmured, stepping out of the room.

"Why would she? You broke up with her, remember?" With that, Wanda closed the door to her room, making sure to lock it.

Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet

And you'll see me waiting for you on the corner of the street

You walked around the park, even walking the streets where you two would 'window shop' but you end up buying her everything she looks at. Your feet stopped when you saw the familiar ice cream parlor on the corner of the street.

You remember taking her there on your first half-anniversary, right after you two finished a mission. The mission was rough, it didn't physically hurt any of you but it did take a toll on your mental states. You wanted to cheer her up and distract her so you made up an occasion to convince her to go eat ice cream.

Policeman says, "Son, you can't stay here"

I said, "There's someone I'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year.

Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows

If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go"

Your eyes met Steve's and he gave you a small smile. He remembers it too.

It was your first winter without Natasha. You were sitting on a swing in the park right in front of the compound. No one else was there except you cause it was cold and snowing really hard.

You felt someone sit on the swing beside you. It was Steve. He gave you a small comforting smile, nodding his head to greet you.

"You can't stay here all night, Y/N. It's cold, you should come in." He said in a low voice, trying to stay as casual as possible.

"I'm fine." You said, giving him an unconvincing smile.

"You're still waiting for her?" He asked. You looked at him but he was staring ahead.

You nodded timidly. "Always."

There are no holes in his shoes but a big hole in his world

"You're my world, Natasha." You murmured into her hair. You were cuddling in bed, her head on your chest.

She looked up at you, her ethereal green eyes staring up at you, filled with adoration. She smiled, that same smile that never fails to make your heart flutter no matter how many times you've seen it.

"I love you, детка." She whispered as you leaned down to press a soft kiss on her lips.

"I love you more, my Natalia."

Going back to the corner where I first saw you

Gonna camp in my sleeping bag, I'm not gonna move

When the last note ended, some were clapping, some were silent and looking at you in worry. You furrowed your brows, realizing a tear was currently rolling down your cheek.

You saw Clint giving you two thumbs up while Wanda was smiling sadly at you. You tried looking for your redhead, but you couldn't see her anywhere. Even Bucky wasn't there.

You bit your lower lip, trying to control your emotions. Did they leave together? Were they currently having the time of their life in Natasha's bedroom? Did Natasha bring Bucky to the rooftop like you two used to? Why did she leave?

You sighed and decided that you're going to take her absence as an answer to all your questions.

She moved on.

[luvyeni]

SEX FASHION AND GUITARS — chapter 9. five minutes until show time !

𐙚 pairings. rockstar!jaemin x stylist!reader

synopsis. l/n y/n fashion major and photographer on the side who says what she wants, na jaemin music major and lead guitar player for underground band DREAM. After yn forgets her to change her account and says something that catches the eye of jaemin she tries to ignore him — expect thanks to chenle she now works for them.

word count. 1005 words

"im here." you dragged the suitcases containing the outfits into the dressing , winter and sieun behind you holding all your extra tools. "yn they're naked." sieun said disgustingly , her face turned up. "because you have their clothes , and you're also late." chenle said. "i said get here early." he scolded.

"i know , i know , but i had a extra class i forgot about and then winter had a shift , im here now , plus its only 8:30 , the show doesn't start until 9:15." you said , pulling out all the freshly steamed outfits. "i steamed them during class." you smiled proudly. "hi guys." you finally acknowledged the half naked boys. "now let's get you boys dressed."

"okay , jeno you're good , jisoo and sieun will help you with hair and makeup." you said , he smiled. "thank you , it looks good yn , you're a beast." you laughed. "um thank you , i guess." you took a second break , waiting for the next member. "ynie." you cringed hearing the nickname. "im ready for my touch ups." haechan did a little pose. "im sure i already gave you one." you said, standing up. "im starting to think you just like when i'm touching you." you teased. "i do." he wiggled his eye brows. "can you both do that later , we're late and jaemin is missing." chenle rushed in.

"he always is , did you check a storage closet?" jisung said , handing out the microphones. "go a head , i'll make sure he get on stage in time." you said. "please hurry and find him , we have ten minutes." chenle said. "i will now go." you said , pushing them all out the door. "you all look good , i'll see you out there." you cheered. "don't worry."

it's not like you wanted to find the boy tucked away in a storage closet — doing god knows what , with god knows who , but you didn't want chenle and jisung to be anymore upset , so here you were , knocking and opening every closet in the small venue for the man. "jaemin." you shouted , his microphone in your hand. "where the hell are you?"

"you looking for me." you damn near jumped out of your pants. "jesus jaemin." you sighed. "where the hell were you." you said , looking at his disheveled look. "where does it look like princess?" he smirked. "disgusting." you muttered. "just come , chenle isn't gonna yell at me , cause you can't keep you dick in your pants." you tugged at his belt loop. "you jealous?" you scoffed. "why would i?"

"that's right, you do have haechan , right?" he said. "you seem obsessed with him." you bit back , he dryly laughed. "if you say so princess." you reached up , putting his mic on — he grabbed your wrist. "you two aren't exclusive right?" he was closer now , your noses almost touching. "that means i can do what I want to you." he whispered. "right?" you realized how secluded the place you were was.

he smirked realizing how flustered you were. "cat got your tongue princess." you pushed your hand in front of you preventing his chest from touching yours. "we still have 5 minutes left." his hands left your wrist , grabbing your belt loop. "i could still do some much in those five minutes."

you finally came to , realizing what you were here for. "yo-you have to go on stage." you said. "so will i see you after the show then? or are you leaving with him?" you were silent , he took that as your answer , smirking. "i guess next time." he said. "let's go before they think we're doing something." he finally stepped back , giving you room to finally breathe.

"fucking finally , i thought i would have to send a search party for both of you." chenle said. "where the hell were you?" you struggled to find words. "i was having trouble with my pants and she was helping , don't worry , im here now." jaemin said. "yeah two minutes late, the guys are already on stage , go." he pushed the boy. "and you." he turned to you. "winter and sieun are over there with jisung , let's go." you nodded , about to walk away , when he grabbed your hand stopping you. "yes?" he scoffed , smiling. "you think im stupid , something wrong with his belt."

"we didn't do anything , i promise." you said. "i didn't say you did , im just saying if you do , find a better lie , than his belt." he said. "and not 10 minutes before i show when i send you to look for him."

the show was amazing and the guys did well , the five of you clapping for them as they said their goodbyes , exiting the stage to the back where you guys greeted them. "you guys did great!"

"did you see me?" haechan came straight to you. "yes i did , you did good." you praised , his arms coming around your waist. "let's get out of here and go back to mines." he said. "jesus , you still have energy?" he sheepishly smiled. "jesus , just go , no one wants to see that." renjun said. "or at least go to a bathroom."

"let's go." you waved to everyone. "i'll leave the door unlocked." sieun said. "okay." you nodded. "bye everyone, good show." you took haechan by the hand, walking towards the front. "leaving?" jaemin stopped both of you. "yeah." you noticed the girl standing next to him. "have fun." he wrapped his arm around the girls shoulder. "jaemin let's go." she whined. "come hyuck." he nodded following behind you. "have fun." you looked at him , he smirked watching you walk away.

"what was that all about?" haechan said. "you and jaemin?" you turned to him. "nothing , why you jealous?" you teased , he scoffed. "no you're free to do who and whatever you want , just let me know if you do do some with him."

"why you gonna stop this with me?"

"i don't share , especially with jaemin , but i will say i will miss fucking you into the mattress."

"good thing i haven't done anything with him yet , you still can do that."

"oh trust me i am."

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[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

The Real Ghostbusters

Masterlist pt 1

Masterlist pt 2

"Hey. Come on." Sam said to us and we run to the hotel and see Chuck pacing back and forth at the bottom of the steps. "Chuck! There you are." Sam said as we come up to him and he turns to us, surprised. "Guys?" he asked us, shocked. "What's going on?" Dean asked him. "Ah, nothing. You know, I'm just kinda hanging. What are you guys doing here?" Chuck asked us.

"You told us to come." I said. "Ah, no I didn't." Chuck said as he looks between us. "Yeah you did, you texted me. This address, life or death situation. Any of this ringing a bell?" Sam said as Chuck continues to look at us, confused. "I didn't send you a text." He said.

"We drove all night!" I said. "I'm sorry, I don't understand what could..." Chuck said then he stops and sighs. "...oh no." He mutters. "What?" Dean asked then we hear another set of footsteps coming. "SAM! You made it!!" A female voice squealed and we look up to see Becky running down the steps towards us.

"Oh, ah, Becky, right?" Sam said, trying to sound polite. "Oh, you remembered." she said, excitedly, then she lowers her voice. "You been thinking about me." She asked and Sam seems taken aback. "I..." he stammers and Becky smiles. "It's ok, I can't get you out of my head either." she said and Dean and I share a smile.

"Becky, did you take my phone?" Chuck asked her. "I just borrowed it from your pants." Becky said and I raise an eyebrow at this. "Becky..." Chuck said, exasperated. "What? They're going to want to see it!" Becky said to him. "See what?" the boys and I asked, in unison, and Becky gets a surprised, happy look. "Oh My God. I love it when they talk at the same time!!" she squeals.

Then a guy appears at the top of the stairs with a clipboard. "Hey Chuck? Come on pal, it's showtime." the guy said and Becky runs excitedly up the stairs. Chuck turns to us. "Guys. I'm sorry. For everything." he said and the boys and I look at each other, confused, then follow him up the stairs.

We all enter the building and a large man walks past us with a stein of beer. "Ha-ha-ha. Hey Dean, looking good." the man said to Dean. "Who the hell are you?" Dean asked him and the man turns back to him. He is wearing much the same clothes as Dean, down to the amulet around his neck. "I'm Dean too. Duh." the man said, sounding like it was obvious. 

Dean turns to me and Sam, utterly confused. Over Sam's shoulder, I sees the Scarecrow God and I jump, Sam and Dean look and do the same. "Uh-oh. It's Sam, Dean and (y/n). I'm in trouble now." The Scarecrow said, which I quickly realize he is just a guy in costume. He has a can of soda in one hand, his sythe in the other. "Have fun you three. Aaaah!" the guy said as he jiggles his sythe in Sam's face then walks away.

I furrow my brow as I hear Becky giggling behind us. "What?" I asked her then I turn to the boys and we look around the room. It is filled with people dressed as every monster we've ever fought, Bloody Mary, clowns, people with black demon eyes, a skinny woman dressed as Bobby, a guy dressed as Ash. There are tables of merchandise with the Impala on coffee cups, Chuck's books and more.

"Becky, what is this?" Sam asked her. "It's awesome!! A Supernatural convention, the first ever." Becky squeals while Sam gives a look of disapproval, Dean still looks confused and I was just feeling really uncomfortable with this whole thing.

A small crowd sits facing the stage, in a conference room, and the Convention Manager steps up to the microphone. "Welcome to the first annual Supernatural convention. At 3:45 in the Magnolia room we have the panel, Frightened little boy, the secret life of Dean. And at 4:30 there's the Team Dean vs Team Sam: Who Is The Perfect Match For (y/n)? debate." The manger said as the boys and I stand at the back of the hall, Becky beside us. 

I face-palm at this and run my hands over my eyes at this as the manager continues with his speech. "Oh, and of course the big hunt starts at 7pm sharp." He said and there was 

cheers and applause from the audience. "But right now, right now I'd like to introduce the man himself. The creator, the writer of the Supernatural books. The one, the only, Carver Edlund!" he said and there was massive amounts of cheering and applause break out as Chuck timidly walks onto the stage.

I raise my head and the boys and I stare at Chuck, stonefaced, as he gets to the mic, which makes a feedback noise. "Ok. Ok good, this isn't nearly as awkward as I...." he said and he clears his throat, then again. "Dry mouth." he said and he takes a very long gulps from a bottle of water. There is total silence in the room while he does so.

"Ok. Uh...ahem. So I guess...questions?" Chuck asked and every hand in the room goes up. Chuck looks startled. "Uh....you?" Chuck said as he points at a skinny young man in the front row. The man leaps up, grinning. "Hey, Mr Edlund. Uh...big fan. I was just wondering, where'd you come up with Sam, Dean and (y/n) in the first place?" The guy asked and Chuck glances back at us. I was honestly wanting to hear the BS answer he would give.

"Oh, ah, I...it just came to me." Chuck answered and I look at the boys and see Dean pursing his lips and tilting his head back as hands shoot into the air again. "Ok. Yeah. The hook man." Chuck said and the Hookman stands up. "Ah yeah. Why in every fight scene, Sam, Dean and (y/n) are having their gun knocked away by the bad guy? Why don't they keep it on some kind of bungee?" the hook man said, in a heavy German accent.

I raise an eyebrow at this and look at the boys to see Sam looked interested and Dean looked angry. "I...yeah, I really don't know." Chuck stammers. "Ja, follow up. Why can't Sam, (y/n) and Dean be telling that Ruby is evil? I mean she is clearly manipulating Sam into some kind of moral lapse. It's obvious, nein?" the hookman asked and now Sam looks mad and Dean and I share a small smile.

Becky then walks down the row of chairs, angrily. "HEY! If you don't like the books don't read 'em, Fritz." she yells at him. "Ok, Ok, just..okay, it's okay. So, next question." Chuck said and hands shoot up again. "Yeah, you." Chuck said to a person and they stand up.

"Yeah, at the end of the last book, Dean goes to hell. So, what happens next?" the fan asked. "Oh. Well there lies an announcement, actually. You're all going to find out." Chuck said then he look up at me and the boys, we eye him suspiciously. "Thanks to a wealthy Scandinavian investor, we're going to start publishing again." Chuck said and the room erupts, people leap from their seats, yelling and cheering and applauding. Becky jumps up and down, screaming.

"Boys....please tell me I heard that wrong." I muttered to them as I turn my head to them, both of them looking upset.

Later, the boys and I go find Chuck and see him at the bar with Becky. "Oh, Hi Sam!!" Becky greets, brightly, as we come up to them. Sam nods at Becky, distractedly, while Chuck sighs. "Excuse us." Dean tells Becky and then he turns to Chuck. "In case you haven't noticed, our plates are kind of full, ok? Finding the Colt, hunting the devil. We don't have time for this crap." Dean said to him while I glance over and see Becky giving Sam come hither looks. 

I bite back a laugh as Chuck said. "Hey, I didn't call you!" I roll my eyes and sigh. "He means the books, Chuck. Why are you publishing more books?" I asked him. "Um...for food and shelter?" Chuck said and Dean leans over Chuck's chair. "Who gave you the rights to our life story." he growls. "An Archangel, and I didn't want it!" Chuck exclaims.

"Well, deal's off, ok. No more books. Our lives are not for public consumption." Sam said as he glances at Becky, who turns slowly to stare at Chuck. "Ah..Becky. Would you excuse us for just a second?" Chuck asked her. "Uh-huh!" she said, nodding quickly, then she leaves.

Chuck leads us down a hallway as he starts to talk. "Do you guys know what I do for a living?" Chuck asked us. "Yeah Chuck, we know." Sam said. "Then could you tell me? Cause I don't, all right? I'm not a good writer. I've got no marketable skills. I'm not some hero who can just hit the road and fight monsters, Ok?" Chuck said and I felt a little bad for him. "Until the world ends, I gotta live, all right? And the Supernatural books are all I've got. What else do you want me to do?" he asked us then we hear a woman scream.

The boys and I immediately take off toward the sound. "No, guys...wait!" Chuck shouts after us but we ignore him and head up the stairs.

We make it to the stairs to see a maid crouched in the corner of the hallway. "Hey, are you ok?" Sam asked her as he helps her up. "I think so." she said. "What happened?" I asked her. "I saw a ghost." she replied as we heard more footsteps. I look over my shoulder to see many people running up, including the large man we saw earlier and next to him was a tall skinny man and a short woman who kinda reminded me of Velma.

"A ghost? Could you tell us what it looked like?" the tall guy asked her, in a fake deep voice. "Why don't you leave this to the grownups, pal." Dean tells him as we turn back to the woman. "A woman. She was in an old fashioned dress. Really old. Like a school marm, or something?" the maid said.

"Did she say something to you?" a female voice asked and the maid begins to grin. "Ok." she said and she raises her voice. "Gather close everybody, for a terrifying tale of terror. I saw, a ghost!" she said and Sam shakes his head and walks away, Dean and I follow him. "None other than the ghost of Leticia gore herself! I was on the third floor getting ice for a guest..." I hear the actress recite as we walk away.

Then Becky runs up to us. "Oooo, the LARPing's started." Becky said, excitedly. "The...What is that again?" Dean asked her. "Live Action Role Playing? It's a game. The convention puts it on." She said then she hands Sam a piece of paper and he reads it, frowning. "Dad's Journal. Dear Sam, (y/n) and Dean, this hotel is haunted. You must hunt down the ghost. Interview witnesses, discover clues, and find the bones. First team to do so wins a $50 gift card to Sizzler. JW." 

"You guys are soooo gunna win." Becky said to us, smiling, and I just look at the boys, shaking my head.

Many people, all dressed in suits, flip their FBI badges out at the convention manager. "Well, yes, Agents Lennon, Starr and McCartney, as manager of this fine establishment I can assure you that it is indeed haunted. This building was once an orphanage, run by mean old Leticia Gore. 100 years ago this very night, Miss Gore went insane, and butchered four little boys before killing herself. Now folks say that the souls of those poor little boys are trapped here and the evil spirit of Miss Gore punishes them to this very day." The manager explained while the boys and I stand in the background.

'Well, that's just about all the community theatre I can take." Dean grumbles. "Yeah, this cannot get any weirder." Sam said while the large guy, the tall guy and the Velma looking woman walked past us.

"Dad said...he said I may have to kill you two." The large man said, in a growling voice. "Kill us? What the hell does that mean?" the tall man asked, in a fake deep voice. "I don't know." The large man said. "You have to know something, Dean." The woman said, in a sort of valley girl sounding voice.

As they walk by, Sam, Dean and I look at each other. "I need a drink." We said, in unison.

Dean downs a shot glass, I take a long drink from my glass of whiskey and Sam sits on the other side of Dean, staring morosely at his beer. I look down the bar and see a woman, dressed as a ghost, is clicking away on her phone.

"How you doing?" I asked her. "Busy." she sighs as she continues to look at her phone. "I bet. Having to entertain these nerds here." I said and she chuckles a bit and raises her head to me. "Aren't you one of them?" She asked me and I shake my head. "No. My friends and I...well, let's just say we were tricked here by an acquaintance of ours who thought this would be funny." I said, as I gesture between me, Sam and Dean.

Then there was a loud voice behind us. "For the last time I'm not making this up, ok? She's upstairs, a real live dead ghost." a male voice said and we turn to see a couple of guys standing in front of us. "Excuse me." I tell the lady and the boys and I walk over to the two guys.

"I'm sure it was just one of the ghost actors." the second guy said. "Who beat the hell out of me and then vanished?" the first guy asked his friend. "You saw something?" Sam asked the guy and he turns to Sam. "This isn't part of the game jerk." he growls at Sam then turns to his friend. "Look, I'm getting out of here and you should do the same." He said and he walks away. "Alex, wait. Hey, come back!" Alex's friend shouts and chases after him.

"What do you guys think?" Sam asked us. "I don't think that guy's a good enough an actor to be acting." Dean said and I nod. "Yeah..." I muttered.

"Why, yes, Agents Jagger, Watts and Richards. As manager of this fine establishment I can assure you it is indeed haunted." The con manager said to some of the guests but the boys and I pass him on pur way to the front desk.

"Excuse us, mind if we ask you a few questions?" Dean asked the Hotel Manager. "Look, I don't have time to play Star Wars guys. Go ask the guy in the ascot." the guy said and I pull out a $50 and slide it across the desk. "Actually we ah...really want to talk to you." I said to him and the manager looks up at us. "Ok. You guys are really into this." He said. "You have no idea." Sam said and the manager takes the money.

"What do you want to know?" he asked us. "All this stuff they're saying. This place being haunted. Leticia Gore. Any truth to it?" Sam asked us. "We generally don't like to publicise this to...normal people...but yeah. 1909 this place was called Gore Orphanage. Miss Gore, killed four boys with a butchers knife, then offed herself." The hotel manager said.

"And is tonight really her anniversary?" Dean asked her. "Yep, guess your convention folks want authenticity." the hotel manager said. "There been any sightings?" I asked him. "Yep, over the years. A few maids have quit saying they heard the boys or saw them. A janitor even saw Miss Gore once."  the manager said.

"Where did Miss Gore carve up the kids?" Dean asked him. "Look, I don't want you stomping all over the joint. A lot of this place is off limits to nerds." the hotel manager said and I slide across another $50. "The attic." The manager said to us, softly, as he accepts the money again.

*3rd Person POV*

As the trio were talking to the hotel manager, they didn't realize that the three cosplayers they saw earlier, Demian, Barnes and Sasha, were listening behind the trio and they share a look amongst each other.

Later, in the attic, Dean, Sam and (y/n) crawl in through a small space, all of them with flashlights. The EMF starts buzzing. "The EMF's going nuts." Sam states. "Great. We got a real ghost, and we got a bunch of dudes pretending to be us poking at it." Dean said. "No way this ends well." (y/n) said. "Yeah well serves them right." Dean grumbles.

"Dean..." Sam and (y/n) said, exasperated. "I'm just saying." Dean said, defensively, and they continue on, looking for any clues.

At the other different end of the attic, Barnes, Demian and Sasha walk around and look. "It's gotta be around here someplace." Demian said, in a deep voice mimicking Dean. "Yeah, I dunno man. No one else is looking for the attic." Barnes said and Sasha nods. "Yeah, plus this is kinda creepy." Sasha said, nervously. "Ok, all right, guys." Demian said, in his normal voice, to his friends. "1. Stay in character. All right? If it's just me, I look stupid. and 2. You heard the guy downstairs. I think this is part of the game." He said.

"Help us." A young boy's voice said and they turn to see a young boy that looked oddly pale. "Oh my God! That make up is amazing." Sasha exclaims, excitedly. "I know, right?" Barnes said as they smile and nod. "Amateurs. Stay in character!" Demian yells at the two. "Sorry. Ahem." Barnes said then he clears his throat. "Sorry." He said, in a deep voice. "We'll do better." Sasha said, in the valley girl sounding voice again.

"Help us. Miss Gore won't let us have any fun." the boy said. "Where's the body buried, kid? We'll light her up nice and toasty." Demian said to the kid. The boy points behind them. They turn, but see nothing and when they turn back the hallway is empty.

"Wow. Fast runner." Barnes said. "Probably had a lot of Lucky Charms." Sasha remarks as Demian looking behind them again. "Guys. Check this out." he said and they turn to see a mark on the wall beside a painting. They move the painting, revealing a bloody handprint.

"Must have been what he was trying to tell us." Sasha said. "Gee, you think (y/n)?" Demian said and Sasha rolls her eyes, in a way (y/n) would. The back of the painting is covered in handprints. Barnes rips the backing to see there is an old map inside. "Ok, this is the coolest game ever." Barnes said, in his normal voice, and the three of them start to giggle.

But then Demian clears his throat and goes back to the deep growling voice. "Yes." He said.

Meanwhile, Sam, Dean and (y/n) continue to shine their flashlights into every corner. "My mommy loves me." a voice said and they turn around to see a boy, a different one that visited the cosplayers, crouching in the corner, hands holding his head. "I said my mommy loves me." The boy said.

"I'm sure she does." (Y/n) said, calmly, to the boy. "My mommy loves me this much!" the boy said and he moves his hands, revealing he has been partially scalped, then disappears.

Back at the bar, Becky looks up from her drink and sighs, longingly, as Sam paces while on the phone. He sighs, then notices Becky watching and nods at her. She smiles back, licks the middle of her palm and blows it at him.

Looking very concerned, Sam half waves at her. She winks back while Chuck, standing next to her, watches the back and forth. "Awesome." Chuck mutters while Sam walks over to where Dean and (y/n) were sitting. "All right. So that was a guy with the County Historical Society." Sam said to them. "And...?" Dean and (y/n) said, at the same time.

"Not only did Leticia Gore butcher four boys, but one of them was her own son." Sam explains. "Her son." (y/n) said, questioning but also a bit horrified. "Yeah. According to the police at the time, she scalped the kid." Sam said and (y/n) gasped then shakes her head in disgust. "Oh that's it, I'm gunna deep fry this bitch extra crispy." Dean growls.

"Guy say where she was buried?" (Y/n) asked Sam. "He doesn't know." Sam replied then they overhear a conversation at the next table. "Check it out. There's the orphanage, here's the carriage house, and right there...cemetery." Barnes said, in a deep voice.

"You think that's where Leticia's planted?" Sasha asked, in the valley girl voice. "It's worth a shot." Barnes said as Sam, Dean and (y/n) walk over to them and Sam reaches out to touch the map.

"Hey, hey!" Barnes said, surprised, and Demian grabs the map. "Hey, do you mind?" Demian asked Sam, who turns to Dean and (y/n). "It's real. A century old, at least, and he's right, there is a cemetery on the grounds." he tells them and Dean turns to the three.

"Where'd you get that?" Dean asked them. "It's called a game pal. It ain't called charity." Demian said, still staying in character, and Dean sighs. "Yeah, right. Gimme the map, Chuckles." Dean demanded. "Yeah well you're the Chuckles, Chuckles. Besides, Dean don't listen to nobody." Demian said and he pulls back his jacket to reveal a plastic gun.

Dean rolls his eyes. "Dean! Calm down." Sasha said, in her character voice. Dean pulls out his own gun, his Taurus. "Dean!" (y/n) said, warningly. "What! They're freakin' annoying." Dean exclaims and she shakes her head at him. "I know just...Calm down, honey." She said.

"Look, guys. We all wanna find the bones right? We just thought...it would go faster if we all worked together." Sam said to the cosplayers, who exchange looks. "Ahem. We..ah...we get the Sizzler gift card." Barnes said, in his normal voice, and Dean rolls his eyes again. "Fine." he said.

"And we get to be Sam, (y/n) and Dean." Demian said, gesturing to him and his friends, and Sam, Dean and (y/n) exchange looks. "Fine." (Y/n) said and the trio smile. "Yes." Demian whispers to himself.

Later, Demian, Sasha and Barnes walk along a path, Dean, (y/n) and Sam behind them. "Hey, Rufus, Bobby, Ellen would you hurry it up?" Demian shouts at them, in character, as he turns to them then turns back.

"Are you all right?" Sam asked Dean. "I'm trying to be." Dean growls, in a grumpy tone. "The faster we get this done the better." (Y/n) mutters.

"So where were we?" Sasha asked Demian and Barnes. "Ah, Dr Ellicott had just zapped your brain." Demian said to Barnes, who nods. "Right, got it. Ahem." Barnes said then he goes into character. "Why are we even here Dean? You just following dad's footsteps like a good little soldier? You that desperate for approval?" Barnes asked Demian. "This isn't you talking, Sam." Demian said, in character. "Boys, stop!" Sasha said, also in character.

Dean turns to Sam and (y/n) with a 'How much do we have to put up with' look. Sam frowns as (y/n) shrugs. "See that's the difference between you and me. I got a mind of my own. I'm not pathetic." Barnes yells at Demian. "So what are ya going to do, Sam? Are you going to kill us?" Sasha asked him. "Man, I am so sick of you two telling me what to do." Barnes shouts and Dean had enough of it.

"All right, you know what? That's it. That is it." Dean yells, annoyed. "What's wrong, Bobby." Demian asked Dean, who is so angry he can't speak for a moment. "I'm not Bobby, ok? You're not Sam. You're not Dean. You're not (y/n). What is wrong with you? Why in the hell would you choose to be these guys?" Dean asked, angrily. "Because we're fans. Like you." Barnes said, in his normal voice.

"No. I am not a fan, ok. Not fans. In fact, I think that the Dean, (y/n) and Sam story sucks. It is not fun. It is not entertaining. It is a river of crap that would send most people howling to the nut house. So you listen to me. Their pain is not for your amusement. I mean, do you think they enjoy being treated like...like circus freaks?" Dean yells. "Uh....I don't think they care, because they're fictional characters!" Sasha said, in her normal voice. "Oh, they care. Believe me. They care a lot." Dean shouts and he storms off down the path, leaving the others staring after him. Demian, Sasha and Barnes turn back to Sam and (y/n) with a Dude, what the hell? look.

​​​​​"I'll go talk to him." (Y/n) said to Sam and she heads off, following Dean. "He..uh...he takes the story really seriously." Sam said to the three and they look at him, confused. "Well, he needs to lighten up, it's just a game." Sasha said and Sam sighs. "Believe me, I keep telling him that." Sam said.

Meanwhile, Dean was stomping ahead, fuming, and (y/n) comes up to him. "Dean...Dean!" She calls out as she runs up to him. "What?!" Dean exclaims as he stops and turns to her. “Calm down.” (Y/n) said, trying to reassure him. “Calm down? This whole thing is driving me crazy!” Dean exclaimed, running his hands through his hair.

“They are reenacting some of the worst moments of my life for fun! They get pleasure out of our pain!” Dean yelled. “I know but they don’t know any better. As far as they know, we’re just characters.” (Y/n) said. “Is that supposed to make it okay? I mean how would Kirk feel about people reenacting Spock’s death?” Dean asked and (y/n) rolls her eyes. “Dean, now you're being ridiculous.” She grumbled. “Am I? It’s the same situation!” Dean exclaimed.

(Y/n) sighs, steps closer and strokes Dean’s cheek. “I know how you feel. But just try to endure for a little longer. As soon as we salt and burn Leticia’s bones, we can leave.” She said, softly. Dean leans into her hand, closing his eyes. “Alright.” He muttered and (Y/n) leans up to give him a reassuring kiss.

The six make their way to the cemetery and start shining their flashlights on the gravestones. "I found the four boys." Dean said. "And here's Leticia Gore." Sam said and (y/n) looks over to see Demian, Barnes and Sasha tip toeing around the edge of the cemetery, shining their lights in the bushes.

"Ah...what are you guys doing?" (Y/n) asked them. "We're looking for bones genius. They gotta be around here somewhere." Demian said, in his character voice, and (y/n) rolls her eyes. "Ok. Generally, bones are in the ground." (y/n) said and Sam dumps his bag and leans down.

"Yeah, I know that. I just...." Demian said, still in character, but then he and the other two watch Sam pulling shovels out of his bag. "Wait, hold on. Are you guys serious?" Sasha asked, horrified. "Deadly." Dean said. "We're not really digging up graves you guys, we're just playing a game." Barnes said. "Trust us. You wanna win the game, right?" (y/n) asked them and the trio share a glance to each other.

Dean and (y/n) finish digging out the grave and hits the coffin. The others stand around the grave shining their lights. The wind picks up as Dean and (y/n) grunts and lift the coffin lid, revealing a skeleton. "That's not a plastic skeleton. That's a... that's a skeleton skeleton." Demian gags. "You just dug up a real grave." Barnes said, horrified. "Oh God!" Sasha exclaims.

"Yeah." Dean said. "You guys are nuts." Sasha accuses. "I thought you guys wanted to be hunters." Sam said. "Hunters aren't real man. This isn't real." Demian exclaims, freaking out, and he, Barnes and Sasha turn to walk away. "My God. You guys have seriously lost your grip on this...." Demian said and Barnes turns back to look at Sam and freezes.

"What?" Sam asked him. "Naughty, naughty, naughty!" A female voice said and Sam turns to see Gore was next to him. Before he could do anything, she backhands Sam across the cemetery. Demian, Sasha and Barnes scream and turn to run. Dean and (y/n) heave themselves out of the grave, grunting with the effort.

Barnes trips and falls. "Barnes!" Demian and Sasha shout as Dean rummages in his duffel, pulling out salt and burn materials. Sasha and Demian pull Barnes to his feet and they turn to run again. Gore is in front of them and they scream and grab hold of each other. "Oh my God!!" Sasha screams. "Naughty, naughty, naughty!!" Gore said and she pushes a hand into Demian and Barnes chests and they begin screaming, Sasha was too shocked and scared to do anything. "Barnes! Demian!" Sasha screams, fearfully.

Dean looks up from where he is pouring salt on her skeleton then (y/n) quickly pours kerosene as Dean reaches into his pocket for his lighter, flicking it and dropping it into the grave in one movement. Gore screams as she burns up. Demain, Sasha and Barnes stare at the place where she was, panting.

(Y/n) goes to help Sam up to his feet while Dean turns to face Demian, Sasha and Barnes. "Real enough for you?" Dean asked them and they turn to look at Dean, horrified.

Demian shoots down a shot glass that was filled to the brim and exhales carefully. Sasha was too stunned to do anything. "That was...really..." Barnes said, stunned, but he couldn't finish it. "Awful. Right?" Dean's voice said and Demian, Barnes and Sasha turn to find Sam, Dean and (y/n) standing behind them. "Exactly. Round's on us guys." Dean said and he slaps Barnes on the shoulder and puts some money on the bar.

"See you around." Sam tells them and (y/n) waves at them and they turn to go. "Hey. How'd you know how to do all that?" Sasha asked them and they turn to face them. "We..uh...We read the books." (y/n) said and Dean and Sam nod in agreement. They turn and cross the room to where Chuck is standing with the convention manager.

"Hey Chuck. Good luck with the Supernatural books, and screw you very much." Dean said to him and he, Sam and (y/n) turn and walk away. "Fans of yours?" the Con Manager asked Chuck. "Hmmm. I'd say no." Chuck said. 

Sam, Dean and (y/n) approach the main doors but they are locked. They push against them then turn around, looking around the room. "That's weird." Dean said. "Definitely." Sam mutters. "I've got a bad feeling about this." (Y/n) mutters. 

Dean strains to open a window with no luck while Sam and (y/n) approaches. "Hey. Anything?" he asked them. "Every exit's locked. Almost like..." Sam said. "Something's keeping us in?" Dean said, finishing his sentence, and he knocks his fist against the window in frustration. "Yeah. This is bad." (y/n) said and Dean turns to her. "Gee, ya think (y/n)?" he said, in an annoyed sarcasm.

Then a woman screams and they start running. The actor woman ghost, from earlier, runs out of a room, looking behind her, and is caught by Dean. "Don't go in there!" she screams. "Get downstairs ok? Go go!" Dean tells her and he, Sam and (y/n) walk into the library.

The Gore's son is again crouching in a corner holding his head. "Why'd you do that? Why did you send my mommy away?" he asked. "Ah, maybe because of the high and tight she gave you, huh? How bout some thanks." Dean said to the kid and Sam clears his throat. "Well, I'm just saying a little gratitude might be nice once in a while." Dean said, annoyed.

"My mommy didn't do this to me." the boy said. "What? Then who did?" (y/n) asked the boy but he disappears. 

Meanwhile, the Hookman cosplayer walks down the hallway. He turns, hearing footsteps behind him. It's the three ghost boys. "Ja, how original. Supernatural bringing us more creepy children. Sigh." he said, sighing heavily. "Miss Gore wouldn't let us have any fun." one of the boys said. "You look nothing like real ghosts, just telling you." the hookmqn critiques.

"But Miss Gore is gone and now we can have all kinds of fun." the second boy said and they each bring a large knife out from behind their backs. The Hookman freezes, drops his hook drops to the floor and starts screaming in German.

Sam, (y/n) and Dean come up the stairs and start running. They find the Hookman dead, scalped just like Gore's son. 

"Well guys I guess we're out of time. So thank you for your incredibly probing and rigorous questions, and have a good..." Chuck said to the crowd of fans. But then Sam runs out onto the stage and whispers in Chuck's ear. "Hey...What?" Chuck asked and Sam tells him.

"Holy crap!" Chuck exclaims and the audience murmurs in concern. Sam then covers Chuck's mic. "You gotta keep everyone safe in here, Chuck. This is life or death." Sam whispers. "For how long?" Chuck asked. "As long as it takes." said Sam.

"Well...how the hell am I supposed to do that?" Chuck asked him. "I don't know man. Just do it." Sam said and he walks off the stage. "Ok. So ahh, good news. I got much more to tell you... I guess." Chuck said, nervously, to the fans.

Dean opens the door and he and (y/n) ushers the staff inside. "Buddy, I got work to do." the hotel manager said to Dean and (y/n) "You're gunna want to see this, trust me. It's gunna be a hell of a show." Dean said and all the staff file in, ending with the actor ghost woman, looking pissed off.

Dean and (y/n) closes the door, Sam joins them and they begin laying salt. "Ah, what does the future hold for Sam, (y/n) and Dean? Well, how do you feel about angels? Yeah, because let me tell you, they're not nearly as lame as you think." Chuck said to the crowd.

"Ok. New theory. The legends about Leticia are ass-backwards obviously." Dean said to Sam and (y/n). "Yeah. So all right, let's say those three orphans were playing cowboys and Indians." (y/n) said. "LARPing as cowboys and Indians." Dean said and (y/n) rolls her eyes. "Whatever. And let's say they scalped Leticia's son and killed him." she said. "Mom catches 'em in the act, flips out, slices them and dices herself." Dean said.

"If that's true it means we've got three bloodthirsty brats in the building." Sam said. "Yeah and Leticia was the only one keeping them under control." Dean said and (y/n) sighs. "Smooth move on our part." she said. "Yeah, well we gotta get back to the cemetery, torch the kids' bones." Dean said.

"How? We're trapped, we don't even have our guns! The ghosts are running this joint and they're only scared of one thing." Sam said and (y/n)'s eyes light up. "Exactly." she said. 

"You want me to do what?" the ghost actress asked as she stood before Sam, Dean and (y/n). "You're an actress. We just want you to act." (Y/n) tells her. "I work at Hooters, in Toledo. No, you can forget it." the girl said. "You'll be safe, we promise. This is really important." Sam said and a hand drops on Dean's shoulder.

"We wanna help." Demian said as he, Barnes and Sasha stand in front of him. "Just give her the puppy dog thing ok?" (y/n) whispers to Sam as Dean said to the three cosplayers. "Guys, no."

"Why not?" Barnes asked Dean. "Cause this isn't make-believe." Dean warns them. "Look, we know. We're not nuts. We're freakin' terrified." Demain said. "Yeah but if all these people are seriously in trouble, we gotta do something." Sasha said. "Why?" Dean asked them. "Because. That's what Sam, (y/n) and Dean would do." Demian said.

"No, there's really no such thing as a Croatoan virus for down there. You really should see a doctor." Chuck said, responding to a question a fan.

The actor woman walks into the library, nervously. "I don't wanna do this." she said to Dean, who was leaning around the corner. "We're right here, we've got your back. Trust me, this is going to work." Dean said and he pulls back so he can't be seen, grimacing, (y/n) right next to him. "Boys? Boys? Come here this instant. You come when I call you. You understand me?" the girl calls out to them.

"Miss Gore?" multiple voices asked and the girl turns and startles a bit as she sees the three boys, staring at her. 

Sam, Demian, Sasha and Barnes throw their weight against the door of the main entrance, attempting to force it open. "Push it!" Sam tells them and they push harder. 

"You boys have been very naughty. Now you open the doors. Open the doors right now." the woman orders them and the boys all flicker backwards, worried. 

The main door gives a little. "Go go go!" Sam tells them and Barnes squeezes out, then Sasha does the same and then Demian. 

"Very naughty, you hear me?" the woman said when music starts playing on a cell phone. The boys frown and look at each other. Downstairs the main door slams closed. "Damn it." Sam growls. 

Upstairs in the hallway, Dean closes his eyes and bangs his head softly back against the wall while (y/n) face-palms at this. The Actress, looking scared, slowly reaches into her skirt pocket, takes out the phone and kills the music. The boys stare at her. Dean and (y/n) raise their iron bars and come into the room. "Run." Dean and (y/n) shout as the boys raise their knives and move toward them.

Demian, Sasha and Barnes dig a grave each. "Oh my God. Supernatural makes digging graves seem so easy. It's not though. I'm gunna throw up." Barnes groans. "No, you're not." Demian tells him. "Keep digging boys!" Sasha yells and they do just that.

Dean is thrown against the wall, his iron bar sliding across the room. Two of the boys raise their knives and move towards him while the third was dispersed by (y/n), who turns to three the other two. "Oh no you don't!" (Y/n) said and she swoops up her bar and disperses them. She puts out a hand to pull Dean up.

"Thanks." He said to her, standing up. "Hey!" Sam's voice said as he comes in the room. But before any of them could say anything, (y/n) is flung back against the wall, losing the iron bar. "(Y/n)!" Dean shouts.

Back at the auditorium, Chuck was now sitting in a chair, in front of a bored audience. "Let's see, what else? I fell in love for the first time at 16. Lost my virginity, actually. But then she went around telling everybody it didn't count." Chuck said as the hotel manager moves toward the door.

"Excuse me! You really can't leave. Please sir." Chuck said, panicked, as he stands up. Ignoring him, the manager reaches for the handle. "Don't open that door!" Chuck shouts and the manager opens the door, breaking the salt line. He goes to walk out but jumps back when one of the boys appears in the doorway, grinning. The crowd gasps and jumps to their feet. The boy lifts the knife and slowly steps inside the room.

Chuck flies forward and disperses the ghost with an iron stand. He grabs the doors and slams it closed again, then turns back to the crowd. "I said nobody leaves damn it. Now somebody salt this door." he shouts while Becky is watching him with the same glint in her eye she used for Sam. 

Dean and Sam slam to the ground on their backs, a boy on top of each of them, glaring at them. 

Demain flicks repeatedly at his lighter but it doesn't flare. "How come Dean can always light the stupid thing on the first freaking try?" Demian asked as be keeps flicking. "Come on!!!" He shouts while Sasha and Barnes look on, anxious. "Oh dear Lord, here!" Sasha yells and she grabs the lighter, flicks it and it comes on.

A boy grabs (y/n) by the hair and yanks her backwards. He holds his knife to (y/n)'s hairline. "No!....Dean! Sam!" (Y/n) shouts as she sees the boys being held down. Deqn has one hand holding off a hand at his throat, the other the knife at his head. Sam using both of his to hold up the second boy's knife-wielding hands.

The trio grunt with the effort as the knives get closer until the boys burn up. Sam, (y/n) and Dean lay panting and gasping. 

Demain, Sasha and Barnes stand watch over the graves as they burn. "I could've done that." Demian said and Sasha scoffs. "Yeah, well you took too long." She retorts and Demian looks over at Barnes, annoyed. "Hey, man, she's your cousin." Barnes said, defensively. 

Back at the library, Dean goes and picks up an iron bar then turns to the others. "You know maybe that guy was right. Maybe we should put these things on a bungee." He said and (y/n) rolls her eyes at this. "We'll add it to the list." She said, tiredly.

The next day, emergency vehicles are lined up and a few people were talking to police, the Hook Man's body was also being removed. Dean and (y/n) come down the stairs with Demian, Sasha and Barnes. "You know I gotta hand it to you guys. You really saved our asses back there. So ah, you know, thanks." Dean tells them and they stand looking at each other for a moment.

"Guys, we don't even know your names." (Y/n) said. "Oh. Well, I'm Barnes." Barnes said, pointing to himself. Then he points at Demian. "This is Demian." He said then he points to Sasha. "And this is Sasha. What's yours?" Barnes asked Dean and (y/n).

The couple look at them for a moment, considering, before they speak. "Dean." Dean said. "(Y/n)." (Y/n) said. "The real Dean and (y/n)." Dean said and, after a moment, Demian, Barnes and Sasha laugh.

"Ahhh, yeah right. Us too!" Sasha laughs as she gestures to her and Demian. "Get the hell out of here, Dean and (y/n)!" Barnes laughs while Dean looks disappointed for a second, then smiles, and (y/n) shakes her head. "Well, anyway. Thanks. Really." Dean said to them and he takes (y/n)'s hand and they go to walk away. 

"You're wrong you know." Demian said and Dean and (y/n) turn back. "Sorry?" Dean asked. "About Supernatural. No offense but I'm not sure you get what the stories about." Demian said and Dean smirks. "Is that so?" Dean said, questioning. 

"All right. In real life, he sells stereo equipment. I fix copiers. And she is an owner of a bookstore. Our lives suck. But to be Sam, (y/n) and Dean, to wake up every morning and save the world. To have a brother and a friend who would die for you. Well, who wouldn't want that?" Demian said and (y/n) smiles. "Maybe you got a point." Dean said.

"You know, you three don't make a bad team yourselves. How do you know each other anyway?" (Y/n) asked them. "Well, Demian and I are cousins and we met Barnes online. Supernatural chat room." Sasha explained. "Oh. Well, it must be nice to get out of your parent's basement. Make some friends." Dean said and (y/n) elbows his side.

"We're more than friends." Demian said as he gestures to Barnes then he takes Barnes' hand, they twine their fingers together. "We're partners." Demian said and Barnes drops his head onto Demian's shoulder and they both grin at Dean and (y/n) while Sasha looks on, proud. "Oh. Wow. Ahem. Howdy partners." Dean said, obviously stunned. "Howdy." Barnes said. "Well, you guys stay safe. And...have a good one." (Y/n) said. "You too!" Sasha said and Dean and (y/n) walk away. 

Further down the car park, Sam stands with Becky and Chuck. "Look Sam. I'm not gonna lie. We had undeniable chemistry. But like a monkey on the sun, it was too hot to live. It can't go on. Chuck and I, we found each other. My yin to his proud yang. And well, the heart wants what the heart wants. I'm so so sorry." Becky said while Sam looks at her, a slight confusion on his face. "Yeah, Sam. Sorry." Chuck said.

Sam grimaces at them both while Chuck smiles sheepishly at him. "Will you be all right?" Becky asked and Sam puts on a sad face and sighes, heavily. "Honestly I don't know. I'll just have to find a way to keep living, I guess." he said and Becky gives him a sympathetic look. "God bless you." Becky said. "Ok." Sam said then he turns to Chuck.

"Oh, hey. Chuck. If you really wanna publish more books, I guess that's ok with us." he said and Chuck's eyes light up at this. "Wow. Really?" he asked, excitedly. "No, not really. We have guns and we will find you." Sam said. "Ok, ok. No more books." Chuck said, quickly. "See you around." Sam said and he turns and begins to walk away.

"Sam! Wait, one more thing." Becky shouts as she runs after him. He stops and she gets in front of him. "In chapter 33 of Supernatural Time is on my Side, there's that girl Bela? She was British, and a cat burglar." she explains. "Yeah, I know." Sam said. "She stole the Colt from you and then she said she gave it to Lilith, remember?" Becky said. "Yeah." said Sam.

"Well, you know she lied right, she didn't really give it to Lilith." Becky said and Sam stops and stares at him. "Wait, what?" he asked. "Didn't you read the book? There was this one scene where Bela gives the Colt to a demon named Crowley. Lilith's right hand man. And I think her lover too." Becky said, excited. "Crowley." Sam said then he turns to Chuck.

"Didn't it occur to you to tell us this before?" he asked him. "I'm sorry. I didn't remember. I'm not as much of a fan as she is." Chuck said, nodding towards Becky. "Becky, tell me everything." Sam said to her and she gives him huge smile and begins laughing.

Dean and (y/n) lean against the Impala, Dean was lost in thought. "You ok?" (y/n) asked him as she notices him smiling, slightly. "Yeah, you know? I think I'm good." he said and she smiles. "You know, we might have hated it here but...it is nice to hear people say that they love what we do. In a weird way, they appreciate what we do." (Y/n) said and Dean nods.

"Well, you guys are  not going to believe it, but I got a lead on the Colt." Sam said as he walks up to them. "What?" Dean and (y/n) asked. "Long story, I'll tell you on the way?" Sam suggested. "What are we waiting for?" (y/n) asked and they get in, slam the doors and cruise out of the car park.

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[phoebesspikytitties]

𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞 𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕤

Part 1

Phoebe bridgers x f reader

You're on tour with the boys, immediately there is a spark between you and pheobe, and now everyone knows it.

-🦷

!!smut!! Softish dom phoebe, oral, fingering.

Today is your first day as tour photographer for boygenius. This is so exciting and nerve wracking. For the next two weeks you're going to be on the road with people you just met, hopefully making friends along the way.

It's about an hour till the show and the boys and the rest of the crew are all sitting in the green room, playing some random card game. You come in to take some cute candids, but see Phoebe sitting with her arms crossed, looking bored.

"Is it ok if I take some pics of you guys?" You ask.

Julien and Lucy smile goofily and give an enthusiastic "Yes!"

"C'mon Pheebs!" Lucy says, rolling her eyes.

"Phoebe despises games…" Julien says.

Phoebe looks up at you, locking eyes and smiling.

"I do hate games, but also what's your name? Aren't you with us for the rest of tour?"

"I'm y/n! And yes I ammm," you say, smiling excitedly.

"That's a beautiful name," Phoebe tells you.

You blush, bringing your camera up to your face in an attempt to cover up.

"Phoebe you made her blush!!!" Says Lucy.

You feel your face get redder, also noticing Phoebe's doing the same.

"Well y/n, why don't you play with us? We've still got 30 minutes before we need to be ready," Julien says

"If you're offering…I'd love to get to know everyone before the show!" You reply.

"Yay! I was hoping to get to know you better," says Phoebe, patting the spot on the couch next to her.

This is a dream, considering you've had the hots for her since Stranger In The Alps came out.

The rest of the boys' touring team leaves, going to double check everything before the show starts and leaving you four alone. After about 15 minutes of conversation, Lucy and Julien announce that they're going to go change. Phoebe already has her outfit on, her signature skirt, and a white button up with no bra.

"Like what you see y/n?" Says phoebe, catching you looking at her perfect breasts visible through her shirt.

You decide to go along with her flirty antics, replying, "Yes phoebe, I do like what I see."

Phoebe lights up, coming closer to you on the couch, her hand on your thigh.

"Y/n, can I kiss you?"

"I guess," you say with a bratty smile

Phoebe moves to straddle your thigh, starting to kiss you.

You hear a distant "Phoebe!! 10 minutes till we're on!" That she seems to not have heard, as she is now kissing down your neck, and leaving hickeys as low as she can with your low neck top not hiding much.

Phoebe has her back to the door, as Tiana, the bass player for tour, peeks into the room with a look of shock, and mouths to you "10 minutes," putting both hands up to symbolize and closing the door as she leaves.

"Phoebe! Tiana just walked in and demonstrated that you only have 10 minutes."

"Oh shit, I can't go on stage this turned on, baby."

"Well, I have a solution to that," you say, reaching your hand up her skirt, looking up and making sure that it's ok with her.

You run your middle and ring fingers over her through her underwear, feeling how wet she is, while trying to get any friction you can off her thigh.

"Oh god y/n," Phoebe gasps as you stick your fingers into her, moving her underwear to the side.

She comes within 2 minutes, amazed at your skills.

"We still have about 7 minutes, it's your turn to be my little slut," Phoebe says, pushing you to stand up while unbuttoning your shorts.

Soon enough, you are on the edge of the couch, Phoebe eating you out like you'd never felt before, feeling the knot tighten in your stomach. Phoebe also felt this, pulling away from you to give you the eyes. Going back in with a look of determination on her face, with only about 3 minutes until she needs to be on stage. You cum almost immediately when she goes back in, your cum covering her face as someone pounds on the door, opening it.

"UNDER A MINUTE PHOEBE WE NEED TO BE REA- what?" You hear Julien yell and realize what she walked in on as Phoebe turns around, blocking you from Juliens sight.

Julien grabs phoebe by the arm, pulling her to where they had to start Wthout You Without Them.

Phoebe enters the stage for $20, hair ratty and tangled, with your cum still covering her face, which is thankfully not noticeable by the big screen cameras. In between $20 and Satanist she looks down at you, standing in front of the barricade taking pictures, and makes sure you get a good shot of her licking her lips and rolling her eyes back in her head.

After those two, you head backstage to not bug the fans at the barricade any more than you already have.

…..

The boys run off stage, phoebe running directly to you, in a spot not visible to the crowd. She kisses you hard and passionately, the taste of you still on her lips.

"Because of you, I went on stage with you all over my face, princess. You will be paying the price for it veeeerrry soon."

"We'll see how that goes for you," you reply.

She turns around and runs back on stage for the encore.

There will be more parts soon!! Thank you so much for reading 💖

-🦷

[lgcmedia]

Okaaay so! I'm sure every eterval just saw the article that was put out right?? Anyway, I was camping on the page looking for any news and it just happened to post right when i clicked on! I'm already super excited for the show as a side note but the thing that stood out to me the most is that they're adding two new members to V&A. Specifically, these guys are gonna be put in Versus. Do they fit the vibe I know... I'm a fake LGC group stan and didn't pay attention to LGC Spring Boys!! So teach me about them. I'm about to go on a hunt for all the pre-debut content they have. All I know now is that Akio is an amazing dancer, he's from Japan and seems like a total cutie? But also hot and tall at the same time so it's confusing me in the best way. And! It seems like Seojin's a got an insaaane voice and has been training for a really long time and even already did his military service???

I'm really looking forward to how they're gonna be on the show because it's where a lot of us will meet them for the first time! Does this mean they are god-like producers like the other V&A guys?? For whatever reason, some haters (obviously not fans :/) were saying they won't live up to the other lineups and I'm confident they'll be proven wrong. I seriously can't wait.

[ + / - ] This again? You're way too excited. They honestly don't impress me and I have to agree with the "haters" … Park Seojin is an ancient trainee and he still needed serious dance lessons after he disappeared. They say wine ages nicely in the basement but I just see something rotten. Not to mention, Akio is super boring and is frankly nothing more than a pretty face… Not memorable at all. Does he even know how to sing or speak Korean well? [ + / - ] anyway!!! our cutie akio is a dancing machine and has more talent in his pinky finger than you!! im cheering for him as someone from hokkaido. after seeing him during spring boys… I can't wait to see how much he's grown!!! and he isn't just a dancer. his voice is sooo pretty, too. just you wait til you see him on stage ♡♡♡ all who speak against akio shall fall [ + / - ] the audacity of some ppl to say that THE Park Seojin can never live up to the previous lineup when he outsings all of your faves? you should feel grateful that he chose to grace kpop with his talent because he could very well be a rock god instead! I will curse every last soul who slanders our oppa's name. Park Seojin, congratulations on your debut!!!!!!

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(A/N: This was originally posted on May 30, 2024.)

[song-linked-from-nine-verses]

The Bribe (Uneditted and not Beta'd)

(A/N we die like every other math rock band)

Indie artists needed!!

Opener for a show!

Sign up now! (Details below)

— ----

Once he has finished reviewing the audio, he turns to the scheduler. "Dash! I've already sent you the details, can you please slot them in second?"

"..."

"Dash? Is it my Japanese or your aids…"

The owner taps her on the shoulder.

"Dash!"

"Yes?" Dash looks up all confused. 

"Details on phone. Slot them in second."

"Okay!" 

— —

It has been a busy day today, but not for Dash however. Scheduling is quite quick and easy lately, since all the bands that do play seem to just pick the schedule themselves. That means, no need to do much work. Dash has mostly been cleaning.

The real work is reviewing who's actually worth letting on the stage. 

Now that's busy work. 

The owner doesn't really have a standard, so almost anyone gets a chance, but sometimes there are bands who really can't even play and just wanted the money.

Anyway, it has been a few grueling hours. For the owner at least. Not that Dash could hear him mumbling and groaning disappointingly.

Ravio said that he thought it had been very interesting.

—

"Uncle, there's still 30 minutes left empty in the Saturday schedule."

Legend's uncle takes a quick glance then does a little squint at him. "And?"

"...come on, do I have to spill it out…"

"If you want to play, the answer is no. Tell Dash to push everything down half an hour."

Despite all attempts to convince his uncle, Legend's band still hasn't got the chance to actually play in front of the crowd. 'You guys need a little more practice- and.. something else..' His uncle said, but... Legend promised Wind that they will play as soon as possible. 

It's a Badge of Maturity, after all.

Twilight thinks they're not "mature" enough for playing yet, but Legend will also prove him wrong. Well. Not right now. Right now he has to text their Japanese scheduler.

"Dash"

"ヾ(＾∇＾)"

"Can you move everyone on Saturday down half an hour? To fill in the vacant gap."

 " ハ____ハ    ｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡"

꒰   ⬩ ω ⬩  ꒱  ˚｡          ｡˚

  |   つ ~ okay　ﾟ ･｡･ﾟ

"Actually, can I ask you something?"

"(｡·  v  ·｡) ?"

Legend pauses for a bit. An idea. He takes a deep breath. 

"Can you put us in for the spare slot?"

—

"Didn't you signed up for an opener at Apple's?" Hyrule asks, and he sits in one of the weirdest positions on the couch. His eyes are fixed on his laptop, which is also in the strangest position, with his bootlegged music program still open, along with 300 tabs. 

"Didn't get picked." Wild shrugged, sitting equally as weird and pedals on his belly. He never says this, but he is quite happy that they didn't get picked. He feels as if he hasn't practiced enough yet, and he still forgets the songs from time to time. Besides, they have played at Apple's before. Odd hour on a less crowded day, but it went well, so they will probably get slotted next time.

"This close Rulie. This close." Warriors slaps on his own instrument to emphasize his words. Wild thinks Warriors is quite sad after failing to get the deal, but is holding himself together really well. He ego took quite a toll, after all, and Wild hopes that Warriors would let this slide quickly. He is making everyone practice twice as hard and Wild needs his breaks. If this continues, he guesses he'll pass out. Maybe then Warriors will have some mercy.

Hyrule continues to type something, eyes still haven't left his screen. "One of my friends says that he asked the scheduler directly for a slot," he says.

Wild quickly adjusts himself as he turns to Warriors. Please

"Can you tell him to help another friend out?" Warriors says jokingly. "You know, give us their number or contact?"

"You can find her at Apple's front door." Hyrule says. "But I doubt it's that easy. My friend knows the owner. You don't."

"Sounds like nepotism-" Wild mumbles.

"I've never failed at convincing people." Warriors says. "What's her name?"

— — —

"Dash says no." Ravio translates. 

"Someone.. um.. is in vacant slot." Dash says. "legAsea. Schedule this month is full."

Warriors punches his fist to the counter, but not hard enough to startle anyone. "This. Close!" They were this close.

"Question: Wouldn't you lose your job if your boss realizes what happened?" Four asks.

"The guy in legAsea will keep us safe." Ravio shrugs. "We don't lose much."

"Dash also says she can keep it a secret until it's too late to back out. And they will also pay us back."

Warriors sighs. If it comes to that, then two can play that game. "Dash, what if we bribe you?" Warriors says. 

"What's the point of paying her if we're trying to get gigs for money?" Four snorts.

"No." Dash says. "Unless…"

"Yes?" Warriors leans in. "Unless?"

"Can you guys play better?" 

"We played here once!" Warriors says. "We introduced ourselves! Remember us, the Timeline Breakers?"

"I… can't translate that." Ravio cuts in. "Would you transliterate it or just use the same word?"

Dash shakes her head either way. "Show me," she says, smirking and staring at Warriors dead in the eye. "Play right now."

Ravio quickly tries to stop whatever is going on. "Wait Dash no-"

"Oh, would you like an impromptu jam session?" Warriors smiles. He clearly can't say no to that! He looks over to Four, who just sorta shrugs.

"Dash says yes but I'm saying no. Don't we need permission?"

Warriors and Dash both ignored Ravio. "Four, call Wild." Warrior says. "We have an emergency." 

— 

"What the Hylia are they doing?" Legend asks once he enters the livehouse. 

"You're saying like it's not normal." Time says as he tries to step over some wires. "It's a place for music afterall." Although, he would admit that there are more wires than he'd usually like.

"Yes, but not at 4pm on a Wednesday! Does uncle know? Ravio!" Legend says as he leans inside the drinks bar. "I left for one hour."

"And they asked for 20 minutes." Ravio says as he scrambles to find the words from inside the trashcan he's hiding. "Ask Dash! I did try to stop them because I can't tell whether or not we need a permit for this!"

"I don't think you do, this place is pretty soundproof. And you guys don't open until an hour so they have plenty of time. Unless they are asking for money - Can you explain what is happening?" Time says, as he pulls Ravio out. The guy is covered fully in trash.

"Dash challenged them to impress her and since they can't play on Saturday also they're borrowing the amplifiers and"

"Alright, who are they?" Legend cuts Ravio off.

"Timelin-"

"The idiot band?"

"Now, Legend, I wouldn't call them idiot." Time chuckles.

The room echoes with the speakers screeching and everyone covering their ears. 

"Hey, get off the stage!" Legend heckles. But Dash promptly places a finger on his mouth, whispering, "shush".

Legend mumbles something in Japanese with a murderous tone, but Dash just replies with a smile.

Legend just rolls his eyes. "We'll see."

Time taps on Dash's shoulder to get her attention. "I'm excited. I like these fellas."

"No you don't." Legend mumbles.

"WE ARE TIMELINE BREAKERS!" Wild yells without a mic. "THIS ONE'S FOR YOU DASH! ALSO, SCREW YOU LEGEND, YOUR BASSLINE SUCKS!"

—

They played a song that Dash hasn't seen anyone play since 2003.

An obscured song that almost got lost through time. It still exists in Dash's playlist, but other than that, barely anyone knows this track.

Dash starts humming loudly (but badly, because this is very difficult to hum) to the music, and Warrior's face seems to light up for a second once he notices what she is doing. 

They both nod at each other, happy at their new found kinship.

What a shame, when her tinnitus starts to flare up right that moment. 

No, no Dash, you started this, you can't just end it now.

Besides! This is a once in a life time occurrence! How often would anyone know this, let alone play this? She can ignore it for a second. 

Dash starts rubbing her ear as the ringing slowly gets louder. Time taps on her shoulder, points at her and gives her thumbs up, while mouthing, "Are you okay?"

Dash gives a thumbs up back. A lie. She is not okay, but she doubts it will get worse.

It got worse.

Time looks over at her, very concerned. He runs off and brings Legend with him. Dash starts plugging her ears. The distorted guitar does not help right now.

—

Dash resorts to text as she sits quietly. 

"Alright, party's over." Legend says once everyone finishes putting away their instruments. "But she did say your music is awesome," he translates.

"Wait, really??" Champion's eyes practically light up. "Like, really really?" Almost as if he thought he was lying.

"I know she did!" Warriors smugly says, tugging Wild in from the shoulder. "We did well!"

Dash texts (and signs) something again, and Legend was about to reply, "Yea, I will tell them that," but he just thought of something devious. They don't need to know what she says, do they?

"What did she say?" Champion asks.

"She says she was lying, and that your music sucks." Legend says without blinking an eye.

"Oh," Champion says. Captain just mumbles, "There we go", while Smith just rolls his eyes.

Dash, clearly confused at the reaction, asks, "Why does he look so confused?"

"Trust."

"No, really, your music sucks and honestly she was thinking of not slotting you guys in for the schedule." Legend says with the most devious smile. 

"Alright, I think we can end it here, or else someone will have a headache." Time gestures over to the scheduler. "Anyone who doesn't need to be here, see you."

"Oh, but before you leave, take this." Time hands them a letter. Looks like some sort of invitation?

"What's this Old Man?" Legend asks. He has two extras.

"That? Unless you open them, it's a secret to everybody."

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Shoutout to @toomanyhobbiesandthisisoneofthem and this instagram user: https://www.instagram.com/goddess_hylia2023 for helping me write a HoH character and @crystal-dragon-of-dreams for the HoH Dash idea!!!!

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400 Flowers

Chris Evans x Actress!Reader Summary: How does it feel to lose to an Italian group of 20 year olds, Chris? Word Count: 1k+ Warnings: Måneskin because I wanted to add them, dont fight me on this i need a plot, crack fic, fluff, i still use y/n /:, google translated Italian for like one sentence, typos, jealousy, etc.

A/N: HEYA as I promised, I would make another addition to my actress!reader crack fics. because im tired grandpa. i hope yall enjoy this cos it's what ur gonna get 🤩

Also pardon my google translate Italian T_T

If you're new here, here are the said fics, which you dont have to read btw to understand this fic: Dude, She’s Just Not Into You | White Bread | The Other Guy

Here's another part cause yall wouldn't let me sleep 😴

I forgot who wanted to be tagged so im just tagging everyone from The other guy and the ones who asked to be @time-for-a-lullaby @christmaswonderworld @readsreblogsfics @marianastudiesart @r2gers @undergroundstyle @notbrooklynsblog @marc-rogers @lam0ureuxq @mickymouselol1 @kimmyevansblog @captainwans @lizamango @freyathehuntress @freshfreakoaftrash

Watch: Y/F/N Talks About Chris Evans and Måneskin While Answering Questions From The Internet

"Hello everyone," I start by smiling and waiving. I introduce myself and what I'm doing, "and today I will be attempting to answer all the questions you have for me, gathered from the internet."

There is a cut.

"Ah," I look up, "I would say my current obsession is this Italian group I encountered." I clarify, "well, I'm not really in the business of being obsessed anymore, I think," I sigh and shake my head, "not since my One Direction phase. But I do very much like this band.

"They're called Måneskin," I then break into a laugh, "and I had, like, a mental break down when I found out that they weren't in their 30's and were just in thier 20's," I sigh and throw my hands up, "I'm..." I give a confused look, "so old?"

There is a chorus of laughter from the staff behind the camera.

I shake my head again and sigh, "at least," I chuckle, "I will eternally younger than all of my male co-stars ever."

The chorus of laughs get louder.

Another cut.

I am now furrowing my brows over a photograph they were showing me. Said photograph is flashed on screen. It's a worms eye view of me up on stage, barely holding onto a plethora of flowers. It's a screenshot of a tweet that's captioned: where/when is this from and why are people talking about Chris Evans because of it.

"Ah," I nod, "that was taken," I puff out air from my cheeks, "I don't know when exactly, but it was during one of the nights in our two week run of Seasons In Osaka, which is a musical play I starred in.

"I can guess that this was most probably when Chris watched opening night, judging by how overwhelmed I am carrying that large bouquet I have in my arms."

Another cut.

I nod and raise a hand, "Chris Evans." I look away in thought, "I... he watched the show a total of four times," I break into laughter, "which was already excessive in and of itself, but every time he would watch, he'd bring me a bouquet of 100 roses and I would distribute it to everyone on set, the cast, the actors, the extras, the crew, the director, the musicians, the technicians, the producers. I actually did that with all my flowers, because without them I wouldn't have shone as brightly as everyone said I did, so," I shrug, "it was the least I could do.

The comment section of this video:

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Chris Evans Settles Dating Rumors With Y/F/N Once And For All | CONAN on TBS

Conan leans in and sighs, "Chris, just give it to us straight."

Chris breaks into a laugh then falls into a poker face, nodding his head all serious, "yeah."

Conan looks him dead in the eyes and asks, "are you or are you not dating Y/F/N?"

Chris sighs and slaps his lap, "you know," he turns to the audience then back to Conan, "I've been answering this question for what feels like forever, and I feel like no one's listening to me."

"No, no, no, no," Conan shakes his head and his hands, "I'm listening," he motions to his side, "America is listening," the crowd cheers and Chris laughs, "we're all listening."

"Yeah but," Chris chuckles then regains composure, "I keep saying yes, but it's like you're looking for a no."

Conan protests, "well maybe if you weren't so darn confusing, Chris, this would all be behind us!"

Chris boobie grabs himself as he laughs, "you wanna hear the truth or do you wanna hear what you wanna hear?"

Conan looks at him for a moment then bursts, "I wanna hear what I want to hear and that's the truth! This is literally what Captain America stands for!"

Chris raises his hands, "I haven't handled the shield in a while."

"JUST TELL US!"

Chris chuckles and shakes his head, "we're," he sighs, "very close friends."

Conan looks at Chris

Chris looks at Conan.

"Friends?" Conan asks.

Chris nods, raising his hands in defeat, "that's the truth."

Conan's eye twitches.

The crowd begins to boo. Chris gives a look to the audience, "really? You're going to boo me for being honest?" He clicks his tongue.

"But you- and she- and- but the-"

Chris turns to Conan, "it's okay. You'll understand when you're older."

Conan makes a face, "understand what exactly? That love is dead?!"

"Hey! I love my friends!" Chris defends for absolutely no reason, "and I love her bits and pieces, so don't be so dramatic."

"Dramatic?!" Conan shouts dramatically, "you don't love your friends, Chris."

Chris breaks into a chuckle, which morphs into a concerned look on his face, "I- uh... you don't love your friends."

"NO!" Conan shouts back, "I would sell Andy for spare change and some candy!"

Chris loses it as he turns over to Andy, who was spectating everything from the other couch and nods slowly, "it's true. He's tried."

"Aww," Chris chuckles then eventually frowns.

20 min video titled: How Måneskin Is Making Y/L/N-Evans Extremely Volatile

It all started when, *insert clip*:

"I would say my current obsession is this Italian group I encountered."

*CUT*

"They're called Måneskin."

... happened.

Since then, all hell has broken loose.

*CUT TO*

A clip of a red carpet event.

Måneskin is at the AMA's in their suits and the interviewer asks them, "do you guys know that you're Y/F/N's current obsession."

The group all breaks into a smiles and starts getting excited.

The only girl in the group, Victoria, replies with a wide grin, "yeah, yeah! Our fans were freaking out about it."

"I saw it on twitter," the vocalist, Damiano, says, "then," he breaks into a giddy laugh, covering his face, "I started freaking out. I ran to the other room and started telling everyone about it."

The group agrees with him.

"It's like a dream," Damiano shakes his head.

The long haired drummer, Ethan, raises a hand and chimes in, "I love her very much. She is amazing."

"I lover her too," the guitarist, Thomas, adds, smiling.

The interviewer smiles back at them and agrees along, "and I'm sure it's mutual, you guys."

Damiano then, with his mischievous lopsided grin turns to the camera and says, "I don't mind dating older or younger." He points to the camera and shoots his shot in Italian, "if you want to go out with me, call me, "se vuoi uscire con me, chiamami." He seals it off with a wink.

His members turn to him and holler.

The interviewer, living for the drama, asks, "hey, hey, what was that?"

"He asked her out," Thomas laughs.

Ethan continues, amidst his chuckling, "It's like, if she wants a date, call him."

"Yeah right," Victoria says in a scolding manner, "as if she'd go for you."

"Well," Damiano clicks his tongue, "you never know."

"Well, I'm also available," Thomas says.

Victoria knits her brows in offence then says, "me too!"

Ethan, seemingly not sure of what was going on chuckles, "me three!"

There is an argument amongst them in Italian and it's all pretty chaotic.

*CUT TO*

I'm in a sparkly, golden dress for I too am at the AMA's, smiling at an interviewer.

"You have Måneskin quite whipped for you," the interviewer says, making me laugh.

"Why? Did you talk to them, did they say anything?"

"Uh yeah!" she nods, "I just talked to them a few minutes ago they were all all shooting their shot at you. Damiano specifically asked you out in Italian."

I throw my head back in laughter, "what? How do you know that, do you speak Italian?"

"No, but I have my sources, as in their cute drummer Ethan translated for me."

I break into another laugh then fan my face, "well," I click my tongue and wiggle my brows, "I know what I'm going to be doing tonight."

*CUT TO*

A photograph of Måneskin with me in the middle. A normal photo, one with all of us with our tongues out, one where Damiano was carrying me, one with Victoria kissing my cheek.

Yeah that was the equivalent of a forest fire on the internet.

*CUT TO*

A screenshot of these tweets:

@ChrisEvans: Why is everyone telling me to learn Italian? @ChrisEvans: [replying to @ChrisEvans] I have a strong inkling it's not because my maternal grandfather is Italian...

And replies to that tweet

@pepanna: [replying to @ChrisEvans] this man literally ON the internet and still can't google? @marvelsloot: [replying to @pepanna] disappointed but not surprised

@y/nisqueen: [replying to @ChrisEvans] sir, with all due respect, if you're going to lose to anyone, maybe dont to someone half your age ☠️

@steve0ger$: [replying to @ChrisEvans] IF I DON"T SEE AN UPDATE OF YOU AND Y/N IM JUMPING INTO TRAFFIC

@teaishotloser: [replying to @ChrisEvans] ok but chris evans vs maneskin when @donttalktomerat: [replying to @teaishotloser] ngl vic could kill chris no questions @chrissleftboobie: [replying to @teaishotloser] me but chris v simu

*CUT TO*

Chris getting asked by one of the fans at a press con whilst a couch interview.

He makes a face, repeating what was asked of him, "do I have plans on marrying Y/F/N?"

The fans go absolutely livid and scream their head off.

"You guys," Chris makes a face as he grits his teeth, "wrong movie."

His costars and the audience laughs.

The director of the new film he was in says after laughing, dead serious, "answer the damn question, Evans."

Chris turns to him in shock, breaking into a laugh. He points at the woman and says, "hey, I don't like your tone."

Someone in the crowd echoes, "answer the damn question!"

Chris turns to the crowd and chuckles. He places his hands in his pants and licks his lips, "I don't like your tone."

After a moment passes, Chris eventually answers, "well," he pulls out his hand and pats his thigh, "apparently I lost to this Italian band." He pinches his nose bridge then fake cries, "it's over you guys."

*CUT TO*

A clip of someone screaming BITCH WHAT THE FUCK

*CUT TO*

A screenshot of more these news articles:

See: Chris Evans and Y/F/N Lock Lips In An Audi

It looks like they really enjoyed themselves.

Y/L/N-Evans Caught Kissing in Evan's Car

What a time to be alive.

If You Were Wondering If Y/L/N-Evans Is Real, You Have To See This

THEY MADE OUT. THIS IS NOT A DRILL.

Evans and Y/L/N Confirm Their Relationship

But for real this time

Y/F/N: We've been telling everyone we've been dating.

It's time to get that betting money.

*CUT TO*

Onto literally the pettiest video on the internet, this:

"Me or Måneskin," Chris asks as he holds up a phone to my face.

I look at him, past his phone. He covers his face with his phone and whines, "Måneskin or me!!!!!"

"Why are you doing this? Where you paid to do this?"

Chris replies, "I'm trying to prove a point."

I roll my eyes, "Måneskin."

He turns the phone to him and smiles, "see, I told you!"

The comment section of this video:

HELP WHY THE HELL ARE THEY LIKE THIS [13k+ likes] >>>50 REPLIES<<< Because it's real 😌 [1k+ likes]

[skeletonsweatshirt]

How about something with Vander! What’s his morning routine like? Maybe something with Vander and his s/o? Only if you want to ofc!

I CAME UP WITH AN IDEA FOR THIS AS SOON AS I SAW THIS

Vander's morning routine with his s/o

Vander x gn!reader

Tags: DOMESTIC FLUUUUUUFFFFFFF, Big guy lovin his partner, im so gay, I didn't proofread this, I was too tired

A/N: I am currently in a lot of pain so I'm laying in bed writing because its fun. Enjoy the domestic fluff people, I know I do. Also excuse the fact this post is a bit shorter than the Silco one, it's just there's only so much you can write about a morning routine, especially with a man as busy as Vander.

Context: For these headcannons I am imagining you and Vander living together, whatever stage of your relationship you are at.

He 100% wakes up earlier than he needs to just so he can cuddle with you for a bit before he actually has to get out of bed.

When he does get out of bed, he always leaves you with a kiss on the forehead and I mumbled "Love you" into your ear.

I see Vander as a man that has a long ass morning routine despite not seeming like it.

He showers every morning, cleans up his beard, deodorant, cologne, the whole nine yards.

I mean he owns a business and is the figurehead of the undercity, he has to look good.

Even if you don't get up as early as Vander, he is still usually in the house by the time you get up.

To be fair at that point he is usually fully dressed and almost finished making breakfast for the both of you, but it is a pleasant 30 minutes you guys get to enjoy together before Vander has to go work.

Vander is actually a really good cook. No matter what he's making, it's always delicious.

Vander is always really touchy right before he leaves, because if you don't work at the Last Drop, he won't be seeing you for a few hours, so he wants to make the time with you last.

Even after he leaves, you think about him all day because Vander leaves notes around the house reminding you about different things that either you often forget to do, he forgets to do, or they're just cute little notes reminding you how much he loves you.

As your eyes crack open, slowly adjusting to the sunlight that was beaming in through your ajar window. You haul your comforter over your head in an attempt to capture the few fleeting minutes of sleep you have left. That plan is quickly foiled, however, as the smell of bacon and eggs drifts down the hallway and into your shared bedroom.

You groan softly and gradually get out of bed. You start your walk out of your room and towards the kitchen, only taking a few moments to stop in front of your vanity mirror and tame the bird's nest atop your head.

Just as you reach the end of the hallway, whatever thoughts you may have been having previously are interrupted by Vander's cheery humming and his brief "good morning" as he continued on cooking.

You sit on a barstool right by the counter and gently rub your hands over your face in an attempt to wake yourself up. You let out a sigh just as Vander slides a plate of delectable-smelling food right under your nose.

"Eat up, honey. Maybe it'll help wake you a bit." He stated, sleep still evident in his voice despite how long he's probably been awake for.

You slowly take the fork he included with your dish and poke at a piece of egg before lifting it to your lips, briefly blowing on it, and popping it in your mouth. Vander soon joins and takes the seat next to yours. Your early morning brain can't help but wonder how that little bar stool can handle holding up Vander, who is probably 90% muscle at this point.

You both continue eating, exchanging small conversation and random early-morning small talk. Vander seems to be eating faster than normal, and when you finally let your eyes wander to the clock hanging above the stove, you realize why.

Although it seems Vander beat you to the thought as he stands, deposits his dishes into the sink and he makes his way over to where you sit, arms open in anticipation of a hug. You're hesitant to give it to him, you know once he gets his after-breakfast affection he's going to have to leave. You hate when he has to leave.

"Come on, love. I'm damn close to running late." He had now woken up a bit, but it barely changed his gruff accent.

You groan as you cave in and bury your head into his chest, allowing your arms to wrap around his middle. Vander was always so...comfy. If you hadn't just started to wake up you would fall asleep right there. But you can't, not when you have to get ready and Vander needs to leave.

"Have a good day, Van." You coo as he leans down and steals a goodbye kiss from you.

"You too, honey. I love you."

[simjakeyun]

Hey! Can you write a Enhypen reaction when they're jealous?

✧*:･ﾟ𝗲𝗻— 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻 ; 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆’𝗿𝗲 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀

✐ genre: every so slightly angsty, mainly fluff

✐ warnings: none

✐ taglist: no one yet :)

✐ a/n: i accidentally turned this into a headcanon. i hope that’s okay anon 🥺

♡ || 𝗹𝗲𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴.

you and heeseung are at the grocery store at your hometown

and you just so happened to run into an old classmate of yours that you used to have a thing for

now, heeseung knows about this person

he’s already asked you about previous partners and romantic interests

so when you and this other person start chatting up a storm

he does start to feel a little jealous

especially when you stand there for 30 minutes talking to this person

you never talk this much to him ◔_◔

when you finally part ways with your old classmate, you can’t tell there’s something wrong at first

heeseung is just following you quietly, not wanting to say or do something that he’ll regret later

and then you finally realize that he’s upset

he will adamantly deny that there’s anything wrong at first

he won’t want to admit that there’s something wrong

because he knows there’s nothing truly wrong

yet he still feels this burning jealousy in the pit of his stomach

finally, after you pester him for 20 minutes straight, he’ll admit that he’s slightly jealous

he’s just so serious and stone-faced

so you give him a hug and lay your head on his shoulder

and give him big puppy dog eyes 🥺

he’s totally a sucker for puppy dog eyes

and when that still doesn’t work, you give him little kisses all over his face

and with that, he literally won’t be able to keep a straight face

he’ll smile and look away for a few seconds

then he’ll realize that the entire thing is so silly and apologize

and you’re now mandated to cuddle with him for the rest of the night to make you both feel better :)

♡ || 𝗷𝗮𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸.

so you and jay are on a fancy restaurant date

both of you are all dressed up, looking cute as all hell

and your waiter just so happened to be one of your brother’s friends

you had seen him around the house a few times since he came over to see your brother

and you had liked a few of your brother’s social media posts with him in them

so you two knew each other fairly well

every time he’d stop by the table, you two would have a little chat

jay took quick notice of this

but you hadn’t told jay that you knew him through your brother

so jay was just kinda like ??? hello we’re on a date and you’re flirting with the waiter right in front of me ???

and he did not hesitate to show his jealousy

whenever the waiter would come back to the table, he’d sigh loudly when you started to talk to him

and he’d try to speak up and interrupt your conversation

he’d tap on the table on on his cup

he’d try to grab your hand on the table and wave to catch your attention

and when all else fails, he’ll whine loudly

he’s so embarrassing to take out in public

after your brother’s friend walked away from the table, you finally realized that he was acting that way because he was jealous

jay would glare at you straight up ask why you were flirting with the waiter

and you’d laugh and tell him that the waiter is your brother’s best friend, so you knew each other

jay’s face would soften lightly and he’d start pouting

“jay did you really think i'd flirt with a waiter right in front of you when we’re on a date???”

“you’re right. you’re at least smart enough to do it behind my back.”

the moment would end in laughter

and you noticed that he got a little more affectionate with you that night, holding your hand all night and giving you little hugs and more pecks on the cheek and forehead

♡ || 𝗷𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗺.

now, jake is not one to get jealous easily

he knows you have guy friends and male co-workers that you have to work closely with

but when you spend more time at the dorm with the other members than him?

that’s what gets to him

you’ll come over to the dorm and instantly just go play games with jungwon and jay

and then afterwards, you’ll let sunoo apply his skincare regiment to you

then after that, you’ll help heeseung cook in the kitchen

and at that point, you’ve been at the dorm already for like three hours and none of that time was spent with jake

and jake is the sole reason you’re even there !!!

he’s your boyfriend after all !!!

at first, jake would stop by every 15 or 20 minutes to ask when you’ll be done and can hang out with him

when you said a few more minutes, he’d smile and respect it

but after three hours of it, he just stopped asking

he’d lay down in his bed

and he’d just watch netflix by himself, not wanting to bother you anymore

he’d get sooo extremely sulky

he just feels so disappointed in himself for not being as interesting as the other members or for not planning out a more interesting day for you two

and he was jealous that the other members got to spend time with you while he couldn’t

it was you that had to go find him

and when you did, he would absolutely refuse to look you in the eye

and he’d get just a tad bit passive aggressive

“wouldn’t you rather spend your time with the kids?”

and you could tell just by the tone of his voice that he’s completely heartbroken

you would have to get into his bed and lay on top of him to get him to look at you

he’d only accept an apology if you gave him puppy dog eyes and a big hug

he can’t resist that

he’d open his blanket up for you and cuddle you up

you’d spend the next few hours watching netflix on his phone

and he would not let you go until you had to leave

♡ || 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗻.

sunghoon doesn’t tend to get jealous easily

but, just like jake, it bothers him when you spend more time with the members than with him

it’s not that he’s worried the other members will take you from him

because c’mon, if you’re with park sunghoon, you’ve already won at life

it’s just that he feels that you’re giving away affection that should be for him

don’t get him wrong, he’s happy that you’re getting along with his 2nd family quite well

but he thinks that he should be your favorite within the group

so like when niki helps you clean up after eating and you pat his head as a thank you

or when sunoo asks you to put makeup on him and you oblige

just those little touches

he feels like they’re meant for people who are together in a romantic relationship

but the main reason you’re always so affectionate with the other members was because you wanted to treat the members like sunghoon’s family and become closer with them

you know how important the members are to him so you wanted to get to know them better

also sunghoon is totally one to bite his tongue at first

but he’ll let it build up so much that he eventually won’t be able to control it

and it will eventually come out

sunghoon will be passive aggressive

claims he’s not jealous and there’s nothing wrong

but he’s sitting there like ಠ╭╮ಠ

so he’s obviously mad

you’ll have to sit down with him and be like

“look, sunghoon, i know you’re not gonna admit it, but i know you’re jealous.”

“i’m not jeal-”

“yes you are! i'm sorry i was hanging out with the other members more than you”

and it’s only then that he’ll take a step back and listen to you

“well i just don’t like it when you’re really affectionate with the kids.”

only took like 4 hours for him to finally admit it

you two talk it through and sunghoon finally comes to an understanding of why you act so affectionate towards the members

and you agree to spend not as much time around them as before

you and sunghoon cool off the night by playing games together while giving each other pecks on the cheeks as a reward for winning

♡ || 𝗸𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗼𝗼.

sunoo doesn’t like it when you spend most of your free time with other people

literally just people in general

he finds insecurity in the thought that you wouldn't want to spend time with him

like obviously if you don’t want to spend time with him but you do with other people, you like those other people more than him

if you’re with sunoo and you’re talking to some other people but you’re not engaging in conversation with sunoo that much

then he’ll pout and try to get your attention

if that doesn’t work, he’ll loop his arms around yours

if that doesn’t work, he’ll hold your hand

and when all else fails, he’ll lay his head on your shoulder

gets really pouty and whiny when jealous

he just wants you to pay attention to him 😭

probably whines so much to the point of annoying you

and now you’re mad at him (◞‸◟；)

ah he didn’t mean for it to end up like this but it just kinda happened

as soon as the two of you are alone, he’s really apologetic

he’ll immediately tell you about his jealousy

and will apologize instantly

sunoo always admits his faults :(

he doesn’t want to make the situation worse by now owning up to his faults and denying that there’s nothing wrong

he’ll say that he only wanted your attention and your time

but he let his jealousy get the better of him

honestly, you’d have to be a monster to not forgive him

it’s this entire fight that causes the two of you to set aside a day a week to make an effort to at least talk to each other or play games or hang out

sunoo just wants your love and affection 🥺

♡ || 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗴𝘄𝗼𝗻.

I'm just gonna come right out and say it because i believe this with my entire soul

jungwon gets jealous so easily

he can be very confident with the other members and on stage

but within relationships, because of his inexperience, he lacks that confidence

he gets really insecure around your male friends

he’ll see you talk to them in that same excited manner with that glint in your eye that you do to him

and his brain goes to places it shouldn’t

he knows realistically that it’s probably nothing

like this is totally just your personality

but there’s always that little bundle of doubt

in the moment, he won’t say a word

he’ll just observe the situation

keeping a close eye on you especially

but when you walk away

he’ll instantly go into baby mode

“you still love me right?”

“can you give me a hug?”

“i’m the only person you like like this right?”

“If i was a random stranger on the street, you would still have a crush on me right?”

“can you hold my hand?”

you will have to endlessly reassure him

will walk like -10cm away from you

and will keep you close for the rest of the day

so it’s obvious that jungwon isn’t feeling confident at all

and so you’ll have to have a little talk to him about it

it’s mostly just you reassuring him that he’s the only one you love

he definitely finds security in these little talks

because it helps him recognize that you value him enough to openly communicate with him

and that does spike his confidence!

in following situations when you’re with your male friends, he’ll try to be more in the conversation and not think too much about it

will give you little moments of affection

like rubbing your back

or putting a hand on your knee for a second before taking it back off

that helps boost his confidence as well

but he does actively try to better himself about not getting as jealous as before

♡ || 𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗮 𝗿𝗶𝗸𝗶.

niki’s young so he probably gets jealous left and right

whether that’s when you’re with the other members

or with your friends

or just as school around classmates

his hormones are out of wack and he’s still going through puberty

please don’t blame him :(

niki just doesn’t want to lose you

like jungwon, he’s also not very confident because of his lack of experience in relationships

if you’re talking to the other members or your friends, he gets pouty

watches you very closely

he doesn’t want to insert himself in any way or show that he’s feeling jealous

he’ll get huffy for a little while too

if you question him as to why he’s upset, he’ll outright deny being upset

claim that he’s fine even though he clearly isn’t

will also reject any form of affection

do not touch him or try to talk to him about it

he’ll need a few minutes to sit and think about it

and then after like half an hour of cooling down, he’ll have a better grasp of his feelings

he might not be able to perfectly articulate his feelings into words but you can always hear the emotion in whatever he says

he’s better at displaying his emotions rather than speaking it

he’s a dancer after all

niki would feel so much better through words of reassurance

he just wants to know that he’s doing well

little everyday comments always help make him feel more secure

“niki! you look different today! i think you’ve gotten more handsome?”

lots of i love yous 🥺

“please eat well today!”

“I care about you!!!”

those little comments always make his heart flutter (ノ・ω・)ノ

[laskyy]

Hey everyone! Sorry for the wait, but I didn't have much inspiration this week. This imagine that I wrote is probably not gonna be my best, but I hope you enjoy it, because I still worked hard for it! Love you 💖

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Took you long enough

Tw: food, kissing (let me know if I missed something pls)

Genre: extreme fluff

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It was around 8:30 a.m. when you heard your phone ring, so you picked it up without looking at the caller ID because you were to sleepy to care at this point.

"Hello?" You said in a groggy voice.

"Hi sleeping beauty, did I wake you up?" The voice you couldn't get out of your head giggled.

"Oh Intak! Hi there, and well kind of, but I was about to wake up anytime soon so it's fine!" You said as your voice just sounded happier, because of Intak.

Oh and by the way you had a big fat crush on Intak and you were pretty sure he felt the same way, because you guys shared a lot of affection with each other that friends don't. Like kissing the corners of each other's lips, you have slept together in the same bed and you shared longing hugs that neither of you guys wanted to pull away from, but you were still being cautious as you didn't want to move to fast and scare him away.

"Okay then! I called to ask if you wanted to come over and have breakfast with us! You know, to catch up since we've both been busy and I want to see you, if that's okay with you." Intak said in a soothing tone and at this point you were thankful he couldn't see you blush.

"I'd love to come over Intak! I also want to see you." You said and you were sure that Intak could tell by the tone of your voice that you were smiling.

"Alright! I'll see you in 20 cutie!"

"Okay, see you!" You said as you hung up and couldn't help but blush at the nickname.

You got ready and passed by your and Intak's favourite bakery to buy some croissants and other pasteries for everyone to eat.

As you got to the dorm you texted Intak instead of knocking on the door, because you didn't know if the other boys were already awake or not.

As soon as you texted him the door opened and your favourite boy was standing right in front of you with his slightly messy hair.

"Good morning Y/n! Come in!" Intak said as he closed the door and pulled you into a warm hug.

"Good morning! How are you feeling today?"

"I'm great! And you love?" Yeah, you weren't that great after hearing that nickname, it drove you wild! And you guys weren't even dating yet!

"I-I'm good too! And I brought some food!" You said happily as you pulled away from the hug and showed him the bag of pasteries.

"Aww Y/n! You're just the sweetest! Come here, let's go to the kitchen while the other get ready to come down to eat." He said as he grabbed your hand and guided you to sit down on one of the chairs in the kitchen next to him.

"I really missed you Y/n! Can I hug you again?" He said as he gave you those puppy eyes you could never say no to.

You didn't even hesitate, you obviously accepted as Intak englufed you in a beat hug as he put his arms around your shoulders and you put yours around his torso.

"You smell really good!" You said against his chest.

"Oh, thanks I showered!" He said as you both laughed and pulled away from the hug.

Intak was the most handsome guy you had ever laid eyes on. And as cheesy as it sounds you could not stop looking at him. He was just that impactful (Intaktful - no? Sorry, moving on).

"What's wrong cutie? Is there something on my face or you just can't get enough of me?"

You laughed "Oh, you are so full of yourself. But yes I was admiring you, I have to admit it"

"It's good to know you're as smitten for me as I am for you" He said and kissed the corner of your lips softly.

You couldn't help but blush and hide your face in his broad chest as you felt it vibrate with laughter.

"You're so cute when you're shy." He said as he gave you head pats.

You guys pulled away and were just updating each other on your livres while you played with Intak's fingers, a habit that always made you feel at ease.

Eventually, the boys started coming to the kitchen and they couldn't miss the small acts of affection and little looks and giggles you shared with their member Intak, and honestly they just wanted you guys to stop tip-toeing on your feelings. They wanted you guys to realise you were, in fact, perfect for each other.

"Good morning lovebirds!" Jiung said as he softly laughed.

"Good morning!" Both you and Intak answered at the same time.

"Oh who brought food?" Soul asked as he saw the bag from the bakery down the street.

"It was Y/n! They were kind enough to bring food for breakfast!" Intak said as he pulled you closer to him.

"You brought quite a lot as well, but since you were so considerate I'm sure Intak won't let it go to waste!" Keeho said teasingly.

Intak blushed as he looked at your interwined hands.

"Aww look at them being awkward!" Theo said as he looked at Intak and you.

"Yeah They're cute! But I'm hungry and we have work later on so we need to eat!" Jongseob said as he sat down on one of the chairs as well.

You guys were eating and you lost count of how many times Intak wiped your lips or even got hair out of your face. You also lost count of how many times the members gagged! Yeah, they sure love pda.

Once you all finished eating you offered to clean up since they needed to recharge for work later in the day.

You were cleaning the kitchen when Intak wrapped his arms around your waist and softly backhugged you.

"Hey cutie, need help?"

"Hey! It's fine I'm almost finished!"

"Good, because I wanna cuddle!"

While you and Intak shared this sweet conversation in the kitchen, the other members were talking in the living room.

"Don't you guys think it's about time they start dating?" Theo stated impatiently.

"Yeah, but they just won't make a move to ask each other!" Keeho said.

"Maybe if we say something they'll consider it?" Soul said in a questioning way.

"THAT'S A GREAT IDEA! But they won't listen to just anyone. How about Jongseob says something about that! Since he's the baby and yeah you get it!" Jiung suggested while the other nodded in agreement.

Later on in the day the guys had to head off to the van so they could go to the company and it was also time to get the plan in action!

"Can we meet up tomorrow?" Intak asked as he caressed your cheek softly.

"Yeah, I'd love that actually." You said and pecked his cheek while he giggled softly.

"Look at them! We really have to do something! They've been in this stage for ages! They already look like a couple why do they assume themselves as friends? My God Jongseob do your thing!" Jiung said as he just wanted his two friends to understand they both wanted the same thing.

The boys went to the door and blocked it as Jongseob went in front to talk.

"Intak, Y/n. I just wanted to say that the both of you would look like a great couple! I mean you already do, why not make it Official! Please! You guys want this so bad! And we're not letting you get out until you're both dating each other, so good luck!" Jongseob said as he exited the dorm alongside the other members and let you two stay inside.

"Wow that was... Wow!" Was all you manage to say as you were still in shock.

"Yeah! But well we wouldn't want to be on the wrong side of them would we?" Intak said as looked you in the eyes.

"But do you really want this? I don't want us to date just because of peer pressure!" You said as you wanted to make sure Intak really wanted to be with you.

"I really want this! The reason I hadn't asked you yet, was because I never found the right moment to do it but now that they sort of gave us this oportunity I'm not wasting it! Do you want this as much as I do?" He said as he held both of your hands as a way to calm you down.

"I really do! I've been waiting for this for a long time! I didn't ask you before because I didn't want to scare you away!" You said as you smiled shyly.

"Well then, do you want to date me officially?" Intak asked as he looked at you hopefully.

"Of course I do bub!" You said as you hugged him tightly" You said and you could hear the members on the other side of the door cheering for you.

When you pulled away Intak kissed you right away and honestly it felt better than you could have possibly imagined.

"I love you Intak" You said as you pulled away from the kiss.

"I love you too Y/n" He said while leaning in for another kiss which you gladly accepted.

After a while you opened the door and were met by the members cheering for you.

A chorus of "Awws" was heard when Intak kissed your head softly.

"Took you long enough!" Theo said as the rest of you laughed.

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Hope you guys liked this imagine! And once again happy birthday to our puppy Intak! Hope he has a great day! And I hope you guys have a great day as well!! Love you 💖💖💖

[marindram]

full transcription of Marin's blog from Omega Mart!

huge thanks to @b0chelly for recording a scroll-through, which i typed this out from. (and warning for Omega Mart lore/story spoilers. second half is in reblog)

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June 26, 2018

Happy Birthday to meeeeeeeeee!

So 14 feels way different than 13. For real. I think it's because I was expecting 13 to feel different, but sometimes when you expect something it turns out the opposite ya know?

Plus, 13 is like, "I'm new to being a teenager!!"

14 is more like, "I'm becoming the person I want to be." At least that's how I want it to be. I wanted to start this blog as a record of all that.

I should ask Did you guys feel the same way when you turned 13 and 14?

But probably nobody's gonna read this because I'm just a weirdo in the weird dessert. I mean, I know my best friend Jesse is reading this (hi Jesse). Besides her, crickets.

But yeah, if you are reading this and you don't know me - I live in Seven Monolith Village, a teensy tiny town that you've only heard of if you're into aliens or homesteading. And I'm literally stuck. As in, I'm physically unable to leave. My first memories are of all the adults in my life (Charlie, my great-uncle/father-figure - Rose, my what? Roommate? Mother-figure? Pseudo-aunt? All of the above? and my mom, Cecelia. who doesn't live here) telling me that for some reason, there's something wrong with me that makes it so I can't leave a certain radius of where we live. I got older and thought that they were just exaggerating to keep me safe, but then last year I tried. And it was, let's just say not good.

Anyway. That part of my life sucks, but not everything sucks. This year is all about Marin Dram 2.0. Not new, but definitely improved.

And maybe someday, somehow somebody will read this and care about what I have to say. Somebodies, even. Until then, this is Marin Dram signing off and sending my lame contemplations into the void!

July 1, 2018

Things I Want To Do Before I Turn 20 (and some of these will never happen like are literally unable to happen but JUST LET ME DREAM

1. Kiss someone (who???)

2. Meet HTB (kiss him) (jk he would never) (plus meeting him would be enough)

3. Go to Paris

4. Go to Rome (or somewhere cooler in Italy, look up where is the best pasta???)

5. Go to Greenland (why not???)

6. Go to New York City

7. Go to LA (with a dream and my cardigan lol)

8. Go to the Grand Canyon (this isn't mine, but 9, Jesse is sitting right here and she went to the GC when we were 12 and she's like blah blah blah it's my favorite place in the world and you'll love it. I'm doing this so she'll shut up.

9. Live in a normal house with normal rooms → ideally 12 of them: living room AND TV room, kitchen, dining room, 3 bathrooms, 3 bedrooms, study/library.

-plus an upstairs downstairs

-I'm willing to compromise on the number of rooms as long as there's more than ONE for TWO PEOPLE and I got my own

-plus an upstairs/downstairs

-I'm willing to compromise on the number of rooms as long as there's more than ONE for TWO PEOPLE and I get my own room with an actual door. Very into doors.

10. Go to a mall (Jesse says there's a bunch of bonkers ones in Vegas)

11. Make friends who aren't Jesse (no offense, Jesse)

12. Get Cecelia (my "mom") to teach me about business stuff so I can open my own cool coffeeshop/bookstore someday

13. Learn to drive (ask Charlie to teach me, he's obsessed with his truck) (Jesse says she can teach me because she's Little Miss Mechanic and thinks she knows everything about cars but news flash Jesse: you're you get than me)

14. Figure out my signature style- like I want people to send me pictures of things and be like "this just screamed Marin" and for that to be true

15. Liquid eyeliner??

16. I'm stopping here because I just read over all this and want to die/cry because easily 3/4 of these are literally impossible?

17. Kill me

18. Bye

19. Lololol Charlie just came in and I was complaining about this, not being able to leave and stuff, etc and he said that I should visit new places by... reading books?? And I mean I like to read. But dude. That's the dumbest thing I've ever head.

July 30, 2018

Okay so this is what I want my life to look like:

I want a pink room. Not just pink... P I N K. Cool pink wallpaper (floral? jacquard??), pink carpet, lots of pink flowers everywhere, a four-poster bed with a pink silk canopy, lots of cool pink throw pillows. Like, so pink that

people think I'm being sarcastic! Oh, and BOOKS. Floor-to-ceiling bookcases, and some of the shelves have, like, STUFF on them that isn't books, like gifts people gave me, or things I've collected on my JOURNEYS. You know, normal stuff that people who live on normal places and do normal things have.

If I lived in in this room, it'd be in awhite three-story house at the end of a cul-de-sac (did you know "culs-de-sac" is the plural? Not "cul-de-sacs"? crazy) and I'd wear very classic girly clothes and my hair would always do what I wanted it to. It'd be one of those towns that people call small, but it's actually a city. just one with a kinda small, cozy feeling. Somewhere that gets cold enough to wear cute jackets but not so cold I have to to like, shovel my driveway. Not a non-place with like 100 people where you can't even go outside without going crazy.

August 2nd, 2018

I guess I should explain where I live, for all my avid fans out there! (lol) (hello??)

So like... I don't live on Earth. At least, not the Earth you think of when you think of EARTH. I live in some some weird off-brand version of Earth called the Forked Earth where there are aliens and magic wells of magic energy and everything is MAGIC but like the crappy kind of magic, where the sun never fully rises and some goo called "runoff" has made everything wacky and oh yeah, my mom is responsible for that and everyone here hates her!! LOL

Also, I can't leave! Like, literally can't! Rose says I'm a "special child of Source" and that's why but that LITERALLY explains tells me nothing, in fact it just raises further questions that no one can seem to answer! AHHHHHHHHHH

Anyway, the last time I tried to leave I felt. When I try to leave I feel like I'm being pulled back by something, like you know those old cartoons where someone's on stage doing something dumb and then someone offstage pulls them away with a giant shepard's crook? It felt like that, and when I opened my eyes I was back in 7 Monolith Village. UGH.

I know this sounds crazy!!!!! But believe me when I say that I am the least crazy person here. Also, """here""" is C R A Z Y. Runoff has made everything the bad kind of psychedelic and then people here actually DRINK IT! Not only do I not DRINK THE STUFF THAT HAS MADE THE WORLD INSANE, I also do not talk to aliens (or whatever Nula are) like Rose or believe crazy conspiracy theories like Charlie, so I believe that qualifies me as the most normal person in the Forked Earth, thank you for this honor, I accept this award with humility and grace!

September 4, 2018

I had the weirdest dream last night?? I was swimming in a pool full of cereal, and when I came up for air, my mom was pouring milk on my head like she was rinsing my hair. She had her hand over my face like I was a little kid and she was shielding me from soap getting in my eyes.

Anyway I have no idea what it's supposed to mean. I went to bed hungry and I need to take a shower? Lol

October 16, 2018

I was trying to hide this entry from Jesse, but JESSE IS A NOSY PERSON. She says that blogs are for readers, and if I wanted something to be private then I should "Just write in a fucking notebook and hide it under your bed like a normal person, Marin." I'm allowed to have secrets!! Anyway, I'm making her a freaking playlist, that's why I wouldn't tell her what I was writing about. but EVEN STILL! I'm allowed to have secrets!! But I have this blog because I wanna get my feelings out, I wanna see everything in my head typed out all nice in a way that doesn't make it look insane. You know? I don't know who I'm asking.) Because, it's not like I go to a normal school or have a normal life where I'm surrounded by normal people I can talk to. No one knows about me! I'm trapped in this crazy place and This blog is my only outlet to the world outside. I KNOW that's heavy but it's true! The point is: Jesse's birthday is coming up. The central consistent thing in pretty much my whole life is sharing headphones with her and listening to music. The soundtrack to my entire existence is her. I wish I had money and could buy her the best presents of all time, but I can make her the best playlist of all time. I want it to be so good it feels like magic. I want her to think I'm magic. I had another dream the other night. I don't remember much, just glitter. I must be crafting too much. Or looking at festival makeup tutorials. Or both.

November 12, 2018

WARNING- Weird thoughts ahead, lol.

I can never tell which feelings are normal, and which are me being a giant weirdo. But for as long as I can remember, I've had this feeling like every part of my body that's possible to have a ribbon tied around it, has a ribbon tied around it. It's so weird. I can't see the other end of the ribbons - how far they go. where they're attached, nothing. And sometimes it's fine, because sometimes I can hardly feel them. I can forget about them for days at a time, weeks, months if I'm lucky. But then other times I can feel them like, pulling at me. It's freaking spooky, to have something pulling at you from somewhere you can't see. I can't tell if it's pulling me toward whatever it is? Or if it's trying to warn me? Or if I'm just insane??

Does that make sense? Does anybody else feel that way? (she asks into the void)

So idk I guess this ribbons-feeling is why I'm really careful all the time. Like I'm just a careful person. Charlie tried to give me a hard time about it, and I can't be like "I don't wanna pull back in the ribbons too hard without realizing it and wreck something!" because he'd be like "WTF Marin, do we need to get you help?" But also, more and more, I want to be the opposite of careful. I want to take a pair of comically oversized scissors and cut the ribbons into so many pieces that nobody can even tell what they are any more.

I don't know why I'm such a freak, only that I am. I don't know why I can't leave 7 Monolith, only that I can't. But there must be a reason, even if I can't see it, and I feel like it makes sense that the ribbons-feeling is part of that reason, right?

There's just a lot.

January 15, 2019

Happy new year! Lol I forgot to write on the actual first day of 2019, but OH WELL!

I got this new glitter nail polish, thanks to the monthly makeup subscription box my "mom" sends me as an outlet for her abandonment guilt. It has like, every color glitter imaginable without quite reading as "rainbow" which is fine just not really what I was in the mood for and it's vaguely halographic and shifts into all these different colors depending on the light. I'm obsessed. Anyway.

I was putting on another layer because I chipped it like 20 minutes into wearing it, and all of a sudden I had this feeling like I recognized the glitter? Like I felt this thing way deep in my gut and for a minute I couldn't breathe. It's the closest thing I've felt to how books and movies make Christmas look. Like I was home, with family, cookies and cider and all that stuff. Familiar and safe. I almost didn't recognize that feeling. And it came from the nail polish. How weird is that.

I mean, I don't want to make it sound like I've had this awful Charles Dickens childhood - Rose and Charlie are the best ever and always there for me and I love them a lot. But things never feel like...home. You know?

My mom always says this cryptic stuff about how I'm "special" and I wanna strangle her because I'm not, but you try getting my mom to stop doing anything she wants to do. Rose told me once that one day, I would "lead the charge into a new era of existence and access" because I'm "of the Source" and I was like uhhhh okay?? Charlie mostly treats me pretty normal, except when I ask him questions about our family. my mom or any Dram. He knows that I want to know more about them and he's my only real entrypoint, but apparently he's like the black sheep of that whole family. He and my mom were close way back right before I was born, but now whenever she comes to visit he barely even looks at her.

So that's to say: nobody tells me anything, ever.

January 16, 2019

Okay this is so weird. I wrote that entry yesterday about glitter and then last night I dreamed about glitter. Then I woke up with purple glitter in my bed?? Like not a lot, so at first I thought it was from my nail polish, but it was just a handful of purely purple glitter that looks nothing like my nail polish. SO WEIRD!!!!!!

February 14, 2019

Rose has an old book full of "ye olde" style fairy tales, and I flipped through it for the first time in forever today.

Not so weirdly, I've always been drawn to the story of Rapunzel.

Rapunzel couldn't leave the tower, or else she'd break her neck and die.

Same.

February 19, 2019

I was reading this article the other day in one of the teen magazines my "mom" gets me a subscription to and it was all about body positivity, which is great, but it was basically just like "wear a crop top if you wannna wear a crop top! it doesn't matter what size you are! You go, girl!" And like, sure. Yes. I am all for that. But doesn't it seem like there are some steps missing in there? Like, I can physically put on a crop top and wear it outside. But how do I convince myself that everybody isn't looking at me and making fun of me in their minds? How do I unlearn the last almost-fifteen years? How do I get actually positive about my body, not just put on a crop top and fight the urge to cry all day?

It's the same thing like when my mom sends me brochures from the CEO camp she ten when she was my age (her dad started the camp for her, which is an insane thing just by itself, but she did all the work, which is even more insane) and she's like "Marin, you lack direction for your life" and I'm like, cool mom. Yeah. I can see that. What I can't see is how to get there from here.

March 2, 2019

This is what I want my life to look like, volume 2:

The walls of my room are covered in Polaroids of me and my friends. There are lots of mirrors in all kinds of shapes. hearts and moons and stars. There's a record player and a lot of vintage records by Billie Holiday and Lena Horne and Peggy Lee and Nina Simone. And Christmas lights! Everywhere! Lots of of pink and purple Christmas lights everywhere.

If I lived in this room, I'd have so many friends and be part of so many clubs. My best friend would have a collection of vintage cameras, and every place we go to that has a photo booth, we'd get photos taken. Every time I'd look at myself in one of those mirrors, I'd feel happy at what I see and never weird or sad. (Jesse hates taking pictures, so even when I actually do normal stuff with her there's no evidence. What even is a life supposed to be without evidence? That's not an actual question you need to answer Jesse, it's just a question)

Anyway, if I lived in this kind of room, my mom would probably be like, an art history professor at a liberal arts college. That's how come everything looks so cool, because I would know stuff about art. My mom and I would love to try new recipes together. We get each other new cookbooks for every special occasion, and right now we're working out way through a Moroccan one. Moroccan Mondays.

In actuality, there's a dust storm happening outside and my eyes sting.

March 9, 2019

Here's what I'm obsessed with lately.

Can. You. EVEN???

February 3, 2020

Omg I totally forgot this blog existed!!

I lost the password and instead of just resetting it I got in one of my super stubborn moods (Taurus moon lol) and just kept putting in guesses and jokes on me, it locked me out. Anyway, that's a boring story.

But my friend Ximena is really good at hacking and stuff, so she got me back in. Yeah you read that right - I have friends. Obviously a lot has happened since my last post. Ximena moved out here a couple months ago (X's family used to live here but they moved away a while ago) and she introduced me to Lora who I sorta-not-really already knew, and Jesse and I have been hanging out with them a ton. Jesse kind of more than me. Which is fine!!

Anyway I'm 15 now? If I lived somewhere normal I'd be psyched about almost being 16, because I'd get a car and have a Sweet Sixteen and eat a huge PINK cake, but I don't!

February 16, 2020

I read this fanfic the other night that was written in the second person so everything was like "you." "you're doing this" etc you know?

So... You go to a drive-in movie with Heartthrob Boy, and he spills soda on you by accident. And you take off your shirt ( you have a tank top on, don't worry) to clean it up, bit you're still all sticky and self-conscious about being sticky and HTB like... used his tongue to get it off??? AAHHHHH I'M DISGUSTING

but also I wonder if a boy will ever touch any part of me with his tongue

March 2, 2020

Hi I don't know if you heard but I have friends :)))

March 15, 2020

I think I'm so into painting my nails and doing my hair because those are things that always fit. I don't have to worry about places not carrying about a size 8, or places that carry XLs but when you read the measurements they're actually size 8s too and it's like jesus if that's an XL what am I

My "mom" was confused why I needed new pants because mine still look new, but I showed her the thigh holes and she was like "that's a weird place for a hole, how did that happen" and I realized that when your legs are a certain size, you just don't know about thigh rub and what it does to clothes. Pants could just last for years.

No matter what, I can paint my nails with a different color nail polish on every finger, and I can always do a braid crown. And I know I'm cute as hell, etc, so this is not a Marin Needs to Learn to Love Herself thing. It's just an UGH thing

April 17, 2020

So Rose does all these Source experiments on plants and flowers and stuff. Tbh, it's just one if those things I hardly even register anymore because it's just always there. She's explained to me a million times what Source is/does/means, but the way Rose explains things sometimes is just a LOT to take in and she refers to me as a "child of Source" but I kinda figure that's like "child of God" right? What else would that mean?

But anyway, it's really annoying because dried flowers are a part of my new aesthetic and I pinned a bunch of them up on my wall but I woke up this morning to a freaking jungle of very alive flowers. I freaked out. on Rose, and she Rose said she didn't do it and I was like WELL THEN WHO DID and she said that I did??

Which like. Obviously that doesn't make sense. I asked her what she meant and She just shook her head and said " It's happening. We should have known" which is some horror movie shit that she refused to elaborate on. I love to feel safe and normal!!

Or maybe it's not a horror movie at all. But maybe it's a superhero movie? Maybe there's some kind of origin story I don't know about yet, and all of this will be worth it once I figure out my powers. I wonder what my costume will look like. Lol.

April 23, 2020

Is it possible to die from longing? I know that sounds melodramatic, but I'm also kinda serious?? Because it seems like one of those things that could fester and get infected and kill you. It's like when you fall down and bang up your knee, and you need to put a band-aid on the scrape for a while, but THEN you need to air it out - but how do you know when you're supposed to do each one of those things? And if you do either one too much, your knee gets infected. What if I smother my heart with band-aids for too long and it gets infected? This isn't about anybody. I just keep having these dreams about someone I never expected to have dreams about and they're so intense that they keep leaking into my life and I wonder if I need to do something about them.

May 2, 2020

So Jesse's gotten really into metal music, and I tried to get her to play me something since, AS PREVIOUSLY ESTABLISHED, that's what we've literally ALWAYS DONE with music and each other, and she kinda looked at Ximena out of the corner of her eye and said like "I don't think it's really your thing" And it was the meanest thing anybody's ever said to me.

So later I looked up Zenion, the band she was talking about, and I listened to every single fucking song they've ever recorded turned up as loud as it could go with my own headphones that are better than hers anyway, and I loved it. And I didn't love it just because she said I wouldn't. I loved it because it was loud and weird and wild and when I listened to it it made me feel like it's not crazy when so feel stuff so hard it's like my heart's gonna vibrate out of my body. And I would have told Jesse all this and we could have shared it, but I guess she thinks just because I like HTB and glitter and stuff, I don't have the capacity for anything else.

She clearly doesn't know me at all. So much for any kind of whatever, why would she ever want to kiss someone she clearly sees as like a stupid baby.

May 7, 2020

The dreams are getting weirder and they're happening more. I'm getting scared to go to sleep. Not that the dreams are always scary (they almost never are, or not scary like in a typically scary horror movie way). I mean, I've only ever been me. I don't know what other peoples' dreams are like.

The other night in one I was jumping on a trampoline, which is something I've never done in real life. I told Rose about it when I woke up, and she said "do you even know how to jump on a trampoline?" and I said "Rose, it's not like riding a bike. You don't have to learn. You just jump." and then we got into this whole thing about how some things we just know, and jumping's one of them, and how that's so weird. Sometimes I really like talking to Rose about stuff.

May 19, 2020

So, it's prom season in the real world. If I lived somewhere normal, my prom dress would be pink with lots of tulle and silk flowers at the shoulders, and it would fit perfectly and trying in dresses would be fun and not anxiety-inducing.

But since there are only like 10 teenagers currently in 7MV, were not having a homecoming. Cool.

May 27, 2020

So, mom came to visit this weekend, and I asked her about her prom. She was Typical Cecelia at first, very "Prom is a waste of time and money, Marin. It's a night when lesser people play dress-up to engage with their aspirations of grandeur." And I was like eyeroll forever and just stopped talking. BUT THEN she actually talked to me like a human being. She was like, "I actually didn't go to my prom" and when I asked her why she said that she didn't have a date, and was very self-conscious about it. I almost passed out at her admitting that she's ever been anything less than perfect.

(gonna continue this in reblog)

[dobbyjen]

Tiny Dancer

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x F!Reader 

Rating: M

Word Count: 1900

Warnings: some swearing, kisses, a tad of drinking, cute dad Frankie 

Summary: Frankie comes home just in time for his daughter’s dance recital

A/N: So I’ve never written a fic before so this is my first one. Grammar and all that crap is probably wrong but whatever. I am no writer at all. If anyone does read it please be nice. It was just a cute little idea that popped into my head because the world needs more dad Frankie fics. Might write something else in the future in this universe if anyone reads this. 

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“Mommy when daddy come?” your 3 year old pouts as you help her into her ballet outfit. You sigh and grab the 2 fuzzy yellow scrunchies off the bathroom counter and start parting her hair into two.

“I’m not sure Franny.” she frowns even more and wiggles are head out of your hands.

“I wike daddy do hair!” she screams and stomps her foot onto the bathroom tiles. You groan as you look into her teary big brown eyes. Frankie’s eyes. Frankie has been gone for 6 days and it was getting alot harder to deal with the mini Frankie. Francesca Morales was the splitting image of her father. Looks and personality wise. And she was the BIGGEST daddy’s girl. She’d been wrapped around his finger the second she came out. 

“Daddy should be home soon and then you can show him pictures of how beautiful you look today.” her frown gets a tad smaller and she scoots back in between your legs for you to do her hair. “Maybe if you do your pretty toes so well we can get a treat after the recital?” you barely have time to tighten the last scrunchie as she whips around and crushes your neck into a hug.

“Yay mommy! Get pupcakes?! I so good at pwetty toes!” she skips around the bathroom practicing her pretty toes as you finish packing her little purple dinosaur backpack.

“Of course princess. Let’s get going before we’re late.”

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“Frankie you said you were done with this shit! I’m going to personality kick Pope’s ass.” you huff as you plop down on the bed. Frankie sighs and comes over, bending between you legs.

“It will be 3 days...max babe. We need the money. I’m doing this for you and Francesca.”

“Frankie...i swear to god if you don’t come home...i...i don’t know...”

“Hey hey hey everything is gonna be okay. Pope said there’s no way this can go wrong. It’s go in, get the money and we’re out home free. I promise.”

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“Do you want me to wait here in case she throws you out?” Pope snickers as he pulls up outside the Morales house. Frankie glares at Pope and smacks his hat off his head.

“Fuck off. If anything she’s gonna kick your ass.” Frankie mumbles as he gets out of the truck and runs up the front porch. He twists the doorknob and whacks his head on the door as he realizes its locked. “What the....” Frankie panics for a minute wondering why its locked. They only just moved into the house 2 months ago and hadn’t gotten around to getting a spare key hidden. Frankie wracks his brain for why you wouldn’t be home. There’s no way you left with Francesca was there? “Hey what day is it?” Frankie yells back to Pope who is still sitting in his truck.

“Uhhhh...Sunday June 12th?” Pope yells back and Frankie feels like he just got slapped in the face.

“FUCK!” Frankie yells and runs back into Pope’s truck. “Drop me off at the civic centre NOW.”

“What why? They’re not home?” Pope sputters as he rips the truck into drive.

“Today is Franny’s first dance recital and i think it already started. Fuck she’s defiantly gonna kill me now.”

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Pope doesn’t even have time to put the truck into park before Frankie is jumping out and running through the doors of the civic centre. He stops as he reads the sign looking for the room with the dance recital. Auditorium 5. He runs down the hallway and stops when he sees a table selling flowers.

“How much for all of them.” Frankie huffs as he grabs outs his wallet. The young boy stares at Frankie with a gaping mouth.

“Uhhhh.....they're’ a-a dollar a-a fl-flower sir.” Frankie nods and throws him a 10. The boy swallows his nerves and hands Frankie a bouquet of rainbow roses. Frankie murmurs a thanks and sneaks into auditorium 5. There’s no seats available so he just stands against the back wall. There’s a group of 2 year olds on stage at the moment attempting a hip hop routine and Frankie chuckles to himself thinking of how Franny would look hopping around to the upbeat music. He looks down at the program and sees that her group is next.

The hip hop group run off the stage and the crowd cheers for them. Two young girls come out and take away the previous props and set out 8 pairs of yellow pom poms. Walking on Sunshine starts to play as the 8 little girls coming skipping out to find their spots. Frankie’s face begins to hurt from smiling so much as he spots Francesca. Wearing her yellow dance onesie and yellow tutu with her hair up in two messy pigtails. She does the little 2 minute routine so well Frankie can feel his eyes welling up with tears. Fuck he’s proud of her. This is why he needed to get home. He couldn’t fathom missing another experience like this. You and Francesca were the reason he kept pushing though the hard days. You both were his entire world.

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The recital comes to an end and all the parents wait around in the main foyer waiting for their little dancer to come out. 

Frankie fidgets with the bouquet of flowers in his hands as he looks around the crowd for a glimpse of you. He looks down at his watch and panics that he missed you guys and you went home, until......

“DADDY?!!!” You look up startled by your daughter’s random outburst and Frankie spins around as he hears his little girl screaming. He drops to his knees as Francesca comes flying into his arms. Frankie wraps his one arm around her small body and cradles her head with his hand and holds her close to him. The flowers drop to the ground long forgotten.

“Hi princess. I missed you so much. You did so good with all your twirls.” he whispered to her, smothering her head with kisses. She giggles uncontrollably and moves her head to kiss Frankie’s face all over as well. Making sure she kissed away the couple of tears away that snuck out. “These flowers are for you Fran.” Frankie smiles and puts the giant bouquet in her tiny arms.

“Woooow!! Mommy look!” Franny squeals and Frankie finally looks up and is met with your tear filled eyes. He stands with Franny in his arms and walks over to you.

“Hi.” he whispers. You gasp as you wrap your arms around the both of them. Frankie sighs as he buries his face into you hair, breathing in your scent. Fuck he missed this.

“W-when did you get back?” you sniffle and pull back to look into his brown eyes. Francesca looked between her parents confused and pawed at both their faces to dry their tears. Frankie chuckled at her gesture and tickled her side a bit making his favourite sound ring through his ears. A very high pitched giggle.

“Uhh...like 2 hours ago? I stopped at home first and then realized what day it was. I won’t miss this day for the world.”

“You shaved.” You said as you rubbed your hands over his bare jaw. You don’t think you’ve ever seen his face this bare before. You loved his patchy beard so dearly but you could probably get used to this face as well.

“Daddy no more pokey.” Franny scrunched up her face and placed a sloppy kiss to his cheek. You both laugh.

“Do you like it love?” Frankie questions.

“As long as your home and safe that’s all that matters to me.” you whisper as you lean in to kiss his lips.

“Ew yucky kisses!!” Franny squeals as she pushes your faces apart. Frankie chuckles as he moves his kisses to all over his daughter face. “Mommy we get pupcakes now?”

“Mommy promised you cupcakes?” Franny nods her head and Frankie looks towards his wife.

“Well i guess you did do an amazing job princess and i did promise this morning. She barely let me do her hair. Wanted you to do it.” you said rolling your eyes at Frankie. Frankie chuckled as you all walked out to the parking lot. 

“I mean i would have done a way better job.” you rolled your eyes yet again and smacked his shoulder lightly as you unlocked Frankie’s truck. Frankie buckled Franny into her car seat and then shut the door. He turned and grabbed you in a bone crushing hug. “I’m so sorry it took so long love. Nothing went as planned and we didn’t even get the money. And I-I dont...”

“Frankie stop. You don’t have to talk about it right now. Let’s go get our little ballerina a cupcake k?” Frankie smiles and captures your lips in one last kiss. “I love you to the moon and back.”

“I love you to the moon and back even more.”

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“I think she finally crashed” Frankie says as he grabs a beer from the fridge and plops down next to you on the couch taking a big swig.

“I swear to god if she doesn’t sleep through the night again I’m gonna...ugghh” You mumble into your wine glass. 

Frankie turns towards you and raises an eyebrow. “She hasn’t been sleeping?”

“Umm not since you’ve left. She wakes up around 2:30 every night crying for you. So i bring her into bed and she sleeps on your pillow with one of your shirts. It soothes her back to sleep. She also naps with one of shirts.” You sigh and look away from him, blinking back the tears. Frankie frowns, puts his beer on the coffee table and grabs your wine glass too. 

“Cmere.....i’m so sorry i left babe. I didn’t mean for it to be so hard for you. I’m never leaving again.” You cry into his side as he rubs his hand through your hair.

“What-what happened Frankie....I know you’re not okay. You don’t just disappear off the face of the earth for a week. Pope said it was going to be okay....I wouldn’t have let you go if...”

Frankie shudders and looks up at the ceiling trying to blink the tears away. You sit up and grab his face gently in your hands, forcing him to look at you.

“I’ve got you honey. Whenever you want to talk i’m here.” you give a small reassuring smile and wipe the silent tears falling down his face. That breaks Frankie. He begins to sob and explain the terrible events of the last week. You hold him and listen. 

When he’s finished you both just lay on the couch holding each other.

“When- when we lost Tom....all i thought about was you and Francesca and how I needed to get home. I swear to god I am never doing anything like that again. Pope said the money should free up by Wednesday so we’ll be good for a while. Will and I were thinking of opening up a shop, keep is busy for a while. I’m never leaving you guys ever again. We can take Franny to the shelter next week and she can pick out her dog finally.”

You giggle at the dog comment. That little girl has been asking for a dog the second she could talk and Uncle Benny put that idea into her head. “She’d really like that. And i’m also still kicking Pope’s ass next time I see him.”

Frankie laughs and kisses you head “Oh babe I’ve already warned him.”

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[katiea03]

Hello there! I was wondering if you could write a quick story about Shirabu from Shiratorizawa about the manager. They're really close and basically dating but not? The team is sus of it, trying to either get em together or just questioning them. Thanks!

✘*~ I Like You~* ✘ (Shirabu x Reader)

❣︎Warnings❣︎: None :)

❣︎Genre❣︎: Fluff

❣︎Word Count❣︎: 1.6k

❣︎A/n❣︎: I have never written for Shirtabu or even really read much of his stuff but it was really fun writing for a new character! Hope you enjoy!ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

It was safe to say, you knew Shirabu better than anyone. Growing up together gave you that advantage. It was as though the two of you were attached at the hip. Practically a twin, you had him figured out in every aspect. You were together for every tumble on the playground, every first day of school, (awkwardly enough for him) his awkward voice crack stage, and he was there for you too. So when Shirabu joined the Shiratorizawa team, of course you would be there right next to him.

The team loved you as their manager. Not only were you incredibly cute, you were funny too. You took your duties as team manager very seriously and were always prepared, you were a perfect addition. Quickly enough, you became very good friends with all the boys on the team, but it was without doubt, you remained the closest to Shirabu. That was obvious to everyone. To anyone who didn’t know you guys, it would be easy to mistake you for a couple, and the guys did question you both when you first came to the school. After about a year though, they finally let it go, but not without suspicion something would eventually happen.

“Y/n you better be up! We are gonna be late for morning practice!” Shirabu pounds on your door jolting you awake from your bed. “Shut the hell up! It’s too early to be yelling.” You lazily unlock the door to see him fully dressed and with his school bag. “What time even is it?” You grab your phone to see the time and quickly run to grab your uniform. Without a second thought, you go to pull off your fuzzy pajama pants when Shirabu silently screeches and turns around.

“You’re so dramatic Kenji.” You didn’t have time to tie the bow on your uniform so you just threw the ribbon around your collar. As soon as you were decent, you gave Shirabu the permission to turn around. Hints of red still lingered on his face and the tips of his ears but as he saw your figure running around the dorm room like a maniac he couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“Stop laughing and help me find the playbook, the coach is gonna kill me if I don’t bring it!” Now your room wasn’t necessarily messy, but definitely cluttered. You hop around the room with one foot as you wedge on your shoes looking for a million different things at once. Shirabu finds the playbook hidden underneath a million different other textbooks and random papers and slides it out from the mountain.

“How do you get anything done in this mess?” Turning around to see him holding the book, you snatch it from his hands and throw it into your bag.

“I manage just fine thank you very much.”

“Clearly.” You stick out your tongue at him through the mirror as you attempt to flatten down your hair,

“We’re gonna be late Y/n, we really need to go.”

“ Shit, I’ll just have to brush it out at practice.”

Throwing your bag over your shoulder, you try to smooth out the creases in your uniform before huffing and giving up. Both of you speed walk throughout the halls and the contrast is almost cringeworthy. Shirabu looked as put together as he always does, his jacket without a single crease and every button in place while you looked like you just got out of bed, well technically you did. Fifteen minutes ago to be exact. Shirabu laughs out loud at your hair that just won’t seem to go down.

You continue to try and brush your fingers through it, but that was a losing battle. Glaring at your longtime friend as you make it through the gym doors, “ Shut up Kenjiro, cause last time I checked your hair still looks like a 5 year old cut it with their eyes closed.”

That shut him up real quick, and with a new smirk of your own you went to set up the gym for morning practice. The boys took turns making fun of you which is nothing new, but when Semi jokingly ruffles your messy hair, Shirabu felt the smallest wave of insecurity wash over him. You slightly shove Semi before attempting to ruin his hair while laughing. The feeling only got stronger and could only be described as jealousy. It was utterly futile but he quickly glared Semi’s way before going into the locker room to change.

Tendou being the instigator he is, noticed the begrudging look on Sirabu’s face and that was enough for him to assume there was something going on. Of course he brought this to the attention of the rest of the team,

“Love is in the air boys, can’t you feel it.” The team was well aware of Tendou’s daily shenanigans and it was only Goshiki who entertained him out of straight nativity. “What do you mean?”

Tendou spins around and points to the locker room, “ Our boy Shirabu is jealousssss.” He sings out and ushijima sighs. This has not been the first time Tendou has brought up the possibility of a relationship between their manager and the second year but with no real proof, it just remains as a ‘what if’.

“Tendou stop meddling where you shouldn’t.” Ushijima is straight to the point and sees no benefit in interfering with their relationship. Semi agrees with a nod and the rest of the team gets back to their drills.

“But isn’t it our responsibility as third years to set up the team for success once we’re gone!”

Semi chimes in, “What does that have to do with their relationship?”

“Our Shirabu and Y/n are going to be third years… and I just want to be nosy and i’m bored!”

“Okay well at least you’re being honest.” Semi crosses his arms and looks back to the locker room as Shriabu walks out. He is met with another cold glare from him and that's all the convincing needed to get Semi onboard. Ushijima wants no part of whatever the hell Tendou has planned and leaves the pair to their own devices.

The rest of the day was spent with clear attempts to get the two of you alone together. You noticed how strange Tendou and Semi were being and eventually caught one of them alone.

“Tendou what are you up to?” You give him a condescending look and he turns to you absolutely clueless. “Whatever could you mean Y/n?”

Your stare hardens and Tendou gives you a look before finally cracking.

“ I couldn’t help but notice how Shirabu has been looking at you lately that’s all.” Sighing you cross your arms looking down trying to hide the blush that started to run across your face. “Someone’s got a cruuushh!” Tendou sings aloud which you are quick to shut up.

You hadn’t admitted to anyone about your crush on Shirabu. It was easy to hide it behind the longtime friendship the two of you shared. But the new feelings you had for him scared you. Not just because of the possible rejection, it was the risk of tainting one of the most important relationships in your life. To ruin that over an immature crush was ridiculous- or at least that's what you told yourself.

“Please don’t say anything to anyone, especially Kenjirō.” You plead and Tendou gives you a soft smile before promising to leave things be.

After school practice was officially over and after cleaning up the gym, Shirabu was walking you back to your dorm. For probably the first time ever, there was an awkwardness between the two of you. He wouldn’t make eye contact and you feared Tendou told him something.

You suddenly stop, Shirabu turns back to you confused.

Tendou was going to die tomorrow, but if he said something, you might as well be honest.

“ I like you Kenji.” You looked down shocked with yourself. You actually said it.

Shirabu searches your face for any trace of a joke, were you playing around? But by your stature and the nervous aura that surrounded you said otherwise.

“Like friends?” He didn’t know how to react, of course he thought about you as more than just a friend. The amount of times he had wanted to reach for your hand. Constantly wondering what they would feel like in his. How many times did he almost reach to tuck your hair behind your ear? His heart started racing faster and he silently prayed that this wasn’t a joke.

“Y-You know that isn’t what I mean.” You started to panic a little, this was a bad idea. A sinking feeling in your chest began to grow bigger and bigger and you felt like burying yourself ten feet under. Was he playing dumb or did he really not-

“I like you too.” Your eyes shoot up and he attempts to remain calm.

“Oh…” Now he was internally freaking out.

“What do you mean ‘oh’!”

You burst out laughing and only then does he calm down too. Both of you laugh at how ridiculous the two of you look. Nothing about your guy's confession was graceful or remotely romantic, but it was perfectly imperfect.

There was a lot to talk about, but there was all the time in the world to discuss what you two were.

The next morning you walked into the gym (on time!) hand in hand. You silently whispered a ‘thank you’ to Tendou and though he had no idea what he did, he accepted it.

(The team also owes him 30 bucks)

[obsessivelollipoplalala]

Yikes to people who try to say SBC’s script was better and that SBC was right in wanting to include all the “amazing stories” (sic!) of Freddie in the 70-80s. some people legit believe that brian’s trying to cash in on his dead friend by “portraying themselves in a better light” and making freddie “terrible and boring”. So what is it now? Apparently brian and roger rejecting that horrible script is a bad decision because “freddie would have wanted to tell those crazy experiences” referring to the cocaine, the sex, the decadent excess of rock n roll blablabla. I told them about the disgusting sex dungeon bit, Freddie basically flashing Brian and roger in a bathroom in their first meeting written as a joke, etc. And they really went “yeah that’s not worse than Borhap, in fact it’s better” ?!?!! And then they went to say how SBC was such a victim for trying to “champion Freddie as the rock star he was” but ended up getting bullied off the project by the evil Queen who wants to whitewash their story and hog the spotlight uwu. Brian and roger literally cant win. I thought it would be a nobrainer that we have been thankfully spared from that horrible version that couldve been made into an actual film, but no, some people WANTED it to be made. It’s either “they’re demonizing gay people” (which is a valid point on its own and the movie did do that), or “they’re making him boring and want to portray themselves in a better light!”.. JEEZ JUST PICK ONE

Wait, people are really saying this? This isn't made up? Man, I guess some people can't stop being dumb.

First of all, I wouldn't even put "boring" on my list of criticisms with borhap Freddie, but even if it were true, making someone boring is better than perpetuating the trope of the predatory gay man by making him whip out his dick in a bathroom with straight guys. I also don't think it's entirely true that Freddie would want everyone to know about his crazy experiences since he was a private person lol. If these people are saying the flashing and sex dungeon is no worse than borhap, and actually better, it sounds like they just have no brain cell capable of critical thinking. I mean, come on. It's self-evident why the SBC script was so much worse. My straight, 57 year-old mother immediately clocked the predatory gay man trope when I told her about the bathroom scene. Plus, those scenes weren't even all accurate. I'd bet good money that Freddie did not, in fact, whip his dick out in front of Brian and Roger or write "Bohemian Rhapsody" with a hard-on! Wilder stories =/= better script or more accurate story.

It's utterly ridiculous to say Brian and Roger hogged the spotlight with borhap when they're barely in the movie lmfao, and the SBC script had more Brian! The whole structure of the script is going back and forth between flashbacks and modern Brian telling the story and the script literally ends with him; if he really wanted it all to be about him, he would've gone with that script. If people are going to accuse Brian and Roger of something, it should at least make an iota of sense.

Next, SBC didn't want to portray who Freddie really was; he wanted to make him a caricature like Borat or Bruno. Freddie wasn't a cartoon character. He was a complex human being who was more than fucking partying, and who was very different in private than he was on stage, and it sounds like the dummies you were talking to can't differentiate the real Freddie from his performance persona. SBC deserved to be called an ass by Brian.

Tbh people like this are exactly why Brian and Roger probably rejected the script; for the past 30 years, they've heard that Freddie was nothing but a wild party animal, despite denying that he was promiscuous or an addict, and they knew the SBC script was the version of Freddie everyone wanted to gawk and laugh at. People don't want to see Freddie presented as a human being, but as a sideshow freak they can laugh at. I'm not saying borhap did a great job with Freddie, but it humanized him more than this garbage.

[frankiefellinlove]

These were the times...

On April 10 2014 the legendary E Street Band

Was inducted into the rock and roll hall of fame.

Bruce Springsteen made the Induction Speech.

In the beginning, there was Mad Dog Vincent Lopez, standing in front of me, fresh out of jail, his head shaved, in the Mermaid Room of the Upstage Club in Asbury Park. He told me that he had a money-making outfit called Speed Limit 25, they were looking for a guitarist, and was I interested? I was broke, so I was. So the genesis point of the E Street Band was actually a group that Vini Lopez asked me to join to make a few extra dollars on the weekend.

Shortly thereafter, I met Dan Federici. He was draped in a three quarter-length leather, had his red hair slicked back. His wife Flo, she was decked out in a blonde bouffant wig, and they were straight out of Flemington, New Jersey. [Cheers] Whoa! Flemington!

Vini, Danny, myself, along with bass player Vinnie Roslin, were shortly woodshedding out of a cottage on the main street of a lobster-fishing town, Highlands, New Jersey. I first saw Garry Tallent along with Southside Johnny when they dragged two chairs onto an empty dance floor as I plugged my guitar into the Upstage wall of sound. I was the new kid in a new town, and these were the guys who owned the place, and they sat back and looked at me like, "Come on, come on, punk, bring it — let's see what you got." And I reached back, and I burnt their house down.

But predating all of this was Steve Van Zandt. Singer! Frontman! Frontman! He was the frontman — I walked into the Middletown Hullabaloo Club, he was the frontman for a band called The Shadows. He had on a tie that went from here down to his feet. All I remember is that he was singing The Turtles' "Happy Together." During a break — at the Hullabaloo Club in New Jersey, you played 55 minutes on and five minutes off, and if there was a fight, you had to rush back onstage and start playing again. So I met Stevie there, and he soon became my great... bass player first, then great guitarist. My consigliere, he's my dependable devil’s advocate whenever I need one. He is the invaluable ears for everything that I create — I always get a hold of him — and fan number one. He's my comic foil onstage, my fellow producer/arranger, and my blood, blood, blood, blood, blood brother, for so long. So, Stevie, let’s keep rolling for as many lives as they’ll give us, alright?

Years and bands went by: Child, Steel Mill, the Bruce Springsteen Band... they were all some combo of the above-mentioned gang. Then I scored a solo recording contract with Columbia Records, and I argued to get to choose my recording "sidemen" — which was a misnomer, in this case, if there ever was one. So, I chose my band, and my great friends, and we finally landed on E Street. A rare, rock 'n' roll hybrid of solo artistry and a true rock 'n' roll band.

But one big thing was missing.

So! It was a dark and stormy night! [Laughs] As a Nor’easter rattled the street lamps of Kingsley Blvd! And in walked Clarence Clemons. I'd been enthralled by the sax sounds of King Curtis and Junior Walker and had searched for years for a great rock 'n' roll saxophonist, and that night Clarence walked in, walked towards the stage, and he rose, towering to my right on the Prince's tiny stage, about the size of this podium, and then he unleashed the force of nature that was the sound and the soul of the Big Man. In that moment, I knew that my life had changed. Miss you, love you, Big Man — we wish you were here with us tonight. This would mean a great, great deal to Clarence.

An honorable mention and shout-out to Ernie "Boom" Carter, the drummer who played on one song only: "Born to Run." He picked a good one, he picked a good one. So here's to you, Ernie. Thank you, thank you.

And thank you of course to Max Weinberg and Roy Bittan, who answered an ad in the Village Voice, and they beat out 60 other drummers and keyboardists for the job. It was the indefatigable, almost dangerously dedicated Mighty Max Weinberg and the fabulous flying fingers of Professor Roy Bittan. They refined and they defined the sound of the E Street Band that remains our calling card around the world to this day. Thank you, Roy. Thank you, Max. They are my professional hitmen! Love you both.

Then, ten years later, Nils Lofgren and Patti Scialfa joined just in time to assist us in the rebirth of Born in the U.S.A. Nils, one of the world's great, great rock guitarists with the choir boy’s voice, has given me everything he’s had for the past 30 years. Thank you, Nils. So much love.

And Patti Scialfa, a Jersey Girl, came down one weekend from New York City and sat in with a local band, Cats on a Smooth Surface and Bobby Bandiera at the Stone Pony, and she sang a killer version of The Exciters' "Tell Him." She had a voice that was filled with a little Ronnie Spector, a little Dusty Springfield, and a lot of something that was her very, very own. After she was done, I walked up, I introduced myself to her at the back bar. We grabbed a couple of stools and we sat there for the next hour — or 30 years or so [laughs]. Talked about music and everything else. So we added my lovely red-headed woman, and she broke the boys club!

I wanted our band to mirror our audience, and by 1984, that meant grown men and grown women. But, her entrance freaked us out so much that the opening night of the Born in the U.S.A. tour, I asked her to come in to my dressing room and see what she was gonna wear. And she had on kind of a slightly feminine T-shirt, and I stood there, kind of sweating. At my feet, I had a little Samsonite luggage bag that I carried with me, and I kicked it open, and it was full of all my smelly, sweaty T-shirts. And I said, "Just pick one of these [laughs]. It'll be fine!" She's not wearing one tonight. But Patti, I love you, thank you for your beautiful voice, you changed my band and my life. Thank you, honey. Thank you for our beautiful children.

Real bands: real bands are made primarily from the neighborhood. From a real time and a real place that exists for a little while, then changes, and is gone forever. They're made from the same circumstances, the same needs, the same hungers, culture, from the same need for a love to cover over hurt. They're forged in the search of something more promising then what you were born into. These are the elements, the tools, and these are the people who built a place called E Street.

Now, E Street was a dance, was an idea, was a wish, was a refuge, was a home, was a destination, was a gutter dream, and finally, it was a band. We struggled together, and sometimes we struggled with one another. We bathed in the glory and often the heartbreaking confusion of our rewards together. We’ve enjoyed health, and we've suffered illness and aging and death together. We took care of one another when trouble knocked, and we hurt one another in big and small ways.

But in the end, we kept faith with each other. And one thing is for certain: as I've said before in reference to Clarence Clemons, I told a story with the E Street Band that was and is bigger than I ever could have told on my own. And I believe that that settles that question. For that is the hallmark of a rock 'n' roll band: the narrative you tell together is bigger than any one of you could have told on your own. That’s the Rolling Stones. That's the Sex Pistols. That's Bob Marley... and the Wailers. That's James Brown... and his Famous Flames. That's Neil Young and Crazy Horse. So, I thank you, my beautiful men and women of E Street. You made me dream and love bigger than I ever could have without you.

And tonight I stand here with just one regret. That's that Danny and Clarence can't be with us tonight. Sixteen years ago, a few evenings before my own induction, I stood in my own darkened kitchen along with Steve Van Zandt. Steve was just returning to the band, after a 15-year hiatus, and he was petitioning me to push the Hall of Fame to induct all of us together. And I listened, and the Hall of Fame had its rule, and I was proud of my independence. We hadn't played together in ten years, we were somewhat estranged. We were just taking the first small steps of reforming, and we didn't know what the future would bring. And perhaps a shadow of the some of the old grudges still held some sway. It was a conundrum, because we'd never been quite fish nor fowl. And Steve was quiet, but persistent, and at the end of our conversation he just said, "Yeah, yeah, I understand... but Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band — that's the legend."

So I’m proud to induct, into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, the heart-stopping, pants-dropping, hard-rocking, booty-shaking, love-making, earth-quaking, Viagra-taking, testifying, death-defying, legendary E Street Band!