Ga-cchn - Gaël

Yep...

Season 8 was rad. Honestly my favorite season ever.

*sobs*

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UPPP, JUDT WATCH THE FALL GUY WITH RYAN GOSLING IN THEATERSSS HE IS SO FINEEE

And it is amazing, thank you so much!

(please go check his account, his fics are awesome)

Smosh Cast X GN Reader / Damien Haas X GN Reader

Type: funny/fluff

Relationship: Friends/Coworkers

Summary: Reader is a cast member at Smosh and it's their time to be the host of 'What would (blank) do?"

Use of they/them pronouns for reader

1.556 words

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“Welcome everyone to what would [reader] do! The show where I will be reading some questions, give my honest answer and then my friends will try to guess that answer.” [reader] presents from their clearest voice, looking at the camera in front of them.

Behind the camera Emily the director gives them a sign to continue longer with the intro. The young cast member stops nervously and thinks for a few seconds before chuckling and remembering. “And the friends in question here today are Angela, Tommy and Damien Haas.” Emily nods.

“Why does Damien gets to have a last name and not us? That’s not fair!” Angela interjects.

“With me are Angela Giarra-” They try to start again.

“Oh no no it’s fine, don’t bother.” Angela turns to look away from [reader], faking being hurt.

“But that’s true, why don’t I get a last name? Is it because I’m gay?” Suddenly says Tommy, seeing the situation as the perfect time to crack his first joke.

All cast members crack up laughing, Angela turning back to face her friends. The youngest already having their face in their hands realising how chaotic this shoot is going to go.

“Well, it’s okay, we can’t all be [reader]’s favourite.” Damien let’s out grinning at Angela and Tommy while fidgeting with his pen.

“Yeah exactly you both will get a last name when you get to Damien’s level.” [reader] jumps in on the joke, entering a serious composure not daring looking at their friends. Not wanting to linger on the thought that the joke may hold some truth. “Anyway, time for the first question.”

They pick up the first card. “Congratulations, I have won the lottery, what do I do with my winnings?” [reader] says with an excited tone.

The young cast member holds the pen in their hand, tapping it on the table trying to think of the answer. Damien holds up his mini white board, thinks for a few seconds then glances toward [reader] and starts to write down his answer. Angela is chuckling to herself writing.

“So the lottery is like, millions right, like a LOT right” asks Tommy.

“Yeah, basically if I had a tone of money, what would I do?” answers [reader].

“Okay, okay.” Nods Tommy.

After a bit, when everyone is done writing, the director tells [reader] to start asking for the answers.

“Okayyy, um… Angela I heard you chuckling, what did you write?”

Angela flips her board. On it is written ‘PLUSHIES’.

“Plushies?” Asks [reader].

“no, it’s PLUSHIES. I think you would buy lots of plushies. Or like you know the big ones they have in fairs? I think if you had money you’d by TONS of them. I was picturing you with all those giants plushies in your small apartment and the image made me laugh. Just, let’s just go to someone else’s answer.” She shakes her head and starts wiping her board.

“NO, no, that’s good I do really like plushies. But I do already have big ones at home I don’t need to win the lottery to spend money irresponsibly.” They pan at the camera.

“Oh yeah, don’t you have that huge shark one?” Damien asks.

“Yeah I do actually. I love fishes and ocean creatures.”

“Saaaame” nods Damien.

“Well if you two nerds are done I would like to give MY answer.” Tommy says catching everyone attention.

“Oh yeah, of course, what’s your answer?”

“I said…” Tommy reveals his board. “Buy a private island. You like your alone time. You like vacations. I think you’d like to have a private island of your own to kinda isolate and recharge your battery when you want it AND do that somewhere that feels like a vacation.”

“That’s good I do love to get away from people.” They laugh. “Damien?”

“Well, I was, a little bit more reasonable than the two people on my right. Because I know you to be a responsible adult.” Damien starts to explain, [reader] makes a face questioning their ‘responsible nature’. “So I wrote…” He flips his board. “Buy a nice farm to live on with a lot of animals and pets. AND you know farms are in the country side, and you how the country side is, isolated” Damien looks at [reader] and raises his eyebrows as to insist on his argument.

“Oooooooh I like that. I really like that. ALL of you guys came up with good answers, but the TRUE answer is…” They reveal what they have written down. “Buy a house! The LA house market is killing me and all I want is to be able to live in peace in a house that I own.”

“Bullshit.” Interjects Angela. “You win the lottery and simple buy a house?”

“Do you know the price of a house in LA Angela?” Damien jokes. She simply shakes her head.

“So me and Damien are close, you did want to buy a place to live.” Tommy says.

“Yes, I did. Damien is a little closer to my answer though. A private Island? I don’t have the energy to manage that. A small farm, maybe. 2 points for Damien and 1 point for Tommy.”

“Urgh this is going to be difficult.” Complains Angela, head on the table. [reader] laughs as Tommy pats her back.

The shoot continues smoothly. Angela manages to get a few points but Damien stays in the lead.

“And now for our final question: If I didn’t work at Smosh, what would I be doing? Like If I wasn’t an actor what would my job be?” They read and starts writing almost immediately. “I feel like this is very easy, if you guys listen to me when I talk, I’m sure I’ve said it at some point.”

“Yup, I know exactly what the answer is, we’ve talk about this before.” Damien directly says and writes down his answer.

“Oh fuck off of course you know the answer. I’mma just write something funny I ain’t winning anyway.” Groans Angela.

“You never know, I think it could be anyone’s game”. [reader] says.

Tommy looks at them puzzled. “I, think… you have said something to me about this before. I’m gonna go with my gut. And if it’s not your answer I think it should be anyway.”

“Is this how it’s spelled?” Angela whispers to Tommy.

“Nooooo.” he shakes his head. Everyone chuckles.

After waiting for Angela to spell her answer correctly [reader] starts again. “If everyone is finished, I’m curious Tommy what did you write?”.

“I said a Chef.” He flips his board. “I know you love to cook, and I’ve had some of your food and it’s delicious. So I think you would be a Chef.”

“You do cook an amazing Lasagna.” Damien says out loud, perhaps unwillingly.

“Why thank you. I do like cooking. Angela?”

“I think you would be the person that smells candles and rates them for companies. I tried to give it a name but I couldn’t spell odorologist or whatever.”

“Whaat? Why candles?”

“Cause you got the face of a candle smeller. You look like you LOVE candles.”

“I don’t know if I should offended.” They laughed. “And finally, Damien, if you’re sure of yourself, let’s flip our boards at the same time. On three: one, two, three!”

They both flip their boards, looking into each others eyes. They stay a second before looking down seeing that they had the same answer. Their jaw drop simultaneously.

“YAyyyy.” Exclaims Damien.

“And I think that officially makes Damien our winner of what would [reader] do!”

“I mean, who’s surprised, no one. I got like two questions correct and he got like 10” Angela says.

“And that is why you’re not the favourite.” Damien laughs.

“Come on guys, you know I love you all. Even Tommy, I have nothing against homosexuals. Anyway, that concludes our video.” They laugh. “If you liked it and would like to watch another one, two of our videos should pop up on your screen. Good bye!” All the cast members wave at the camera and Emily yells cut.

“Good game guys, I am flattered that you know me.” The young actor says.

“Of course we do” Tommy says.

“I swear I know you I just can’t remember details.” Angela explains a bit stressed.

“It’s okay Ange your answers were very funny.”

The cast starts getting up, lunch should be called soon.

“Can’t believe you know me so well.” [reader] says to Damien who is now standing close next to them.

“I have a good memory. And I like knowing stuff about you.”

The two locks eyes and the younger is quick to look at the ground and chuckle.

“Well I think we should head for lunch. Want to eat with me?”

“With pleasure.”

They walk side by side towards to kitchen starting a new conversation. Occasionally locking eyes with their fingers brush and they realise they may be standing a little bit too close for coworkers. Standing too close for just friends…

The end.

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A.N: Wrote this for a friend and thought I would share!

English is not my first language.

can't wait to see how much fanfiction is written about this guy tonight

SIR,,,

When I tell you that Timothée Chalamet has acting range I mean that he has acting RANGE. I watched that man play Willy Wonka two weeks ago. Today I watched him start a holy war. And in both cases I believed him all of it 100 %.

Thanks a lot bro

Pietro Maximoff x GN Reader

Request : *verbal request from my friend* Can I have a Pietroxreader where reader has a panic attack and he comforts him?

Type : Fluff, comfort

Relationship : Established dating

Summary : Pietro comforts reader having a panic attack after a bad day

Warnings : Panic attacks, self-hatred

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Today was a shitty day, you felt like everything was falling apart, like the sky was dark and the light was gone forever. Your body was giving up on you, you felt weak, and useless. Like you could never amount to anything, and everyone hated you. How could you do that to everyone, disappoint them again and again and again. Why did it have to be you, why was it always you…

Getting back to the compound from an unsuccessful mission you ignored everyone, your eyes fixed on the floor and went straight to your room. As soon as you enter your room, you sit on the floor by your bed and start sobbing. You couldn’t stop yourself, you were gone, and all the bad memories you ever had came back to your mind making you feel like the worse person ever.

Unknown to you, your boyfriend Pietro had seen that pain in your eyes and had followed you to your room. He was now knocking on your door.

“Y/N, are you okay? Can you let me in please darling.”He said worryingly behind your door.

When all he heard back were your sobs, he decided that was his queue to come in either way. He forced the door open quickly and when his eyes landed on you, sat on the floor, eyes red and clothes wet, his heart shattered at the sight. He ran to you and kneeled in front of you.

“Darling, darling please look at me what’s happening ?”You could hear the panic in his voice.

Realising how worried Pietro was for you, you felt like a burden, why couldn’t you just die in a corner and let the others be fine. You feel as if you’ve disappointed him again, being weak, crying after a simple failed mission. Suddenly breathing became harder, your eyes opened in pure panic as you could only take very short breaths. Pietro took you into his arms, holding you close to hus chest, and his heart. he closed his eyes as his arms were caressing your back softly trying to calm you down. But you were already in a bad place, at moments, you couldn’t breathe any more and you hoped you could suffocate right there, stop the pain.

“Darling, calm down, it’ll be okay darling, everything is gonna be okay”he whispered, kissing your head.

“I-I’m sorry”You managed to let out with a short breath.

“Don’t be sorry Y/N, it’s okay, I love you, everything is okay” he simply replied back placing more kisses on your head and forehead.

“B-but , I fucked it all up, I-I’m sorry” you sob. “You, you hate me don’t you” it wasn’t really a question.

“Nooo of course I don’t my love, no one hates you and you didn’t fuck up anything, nobody is to blame for the mission, it happens sometimes, it’s not your fault, okay?”He tried reassuring you again.

Your head on his chest, you now tried to focus on his heart beat.

“Okay?” He said again, lifting up your chin so you look at him.

You simply nod, not being able to talk anymore.

“You are a wonderful person and you don’t deserve any kind of pain and I’m so sorry you feel that way. I love you for who are, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. You are not a failure or a disapointment, you’re my partner and I love you, lots of people do. I know everything feels hard and hopeless but I promise you my love, we’ll be alright.” He says softly.

He let you place your head back down on his chest, you close your eyes and count his heartbeats. You begin to calm down slowly, your breathing slows down and your sobs become soft cries.

“Thank you Pietro” You say with a broken voice.

“It’s normal darling”He answers.

“I love you”you say looking at him.

“I love you too” He whispers with loving eyes.

Slowly, you two get up and Pietro quickly fetch your pyjamas for you both to put on. You spend the rest of the night with him, cuddling in your bed, eating snacks and watching your favourite movies. Everything was gonna be okay.

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A/N: Everything is gonna be okay people, take care of yourselves, you are loved.

!Reminder that english is not my first language, be kind in the comments!

It's so accurate and I won't say no

you: I owe you one.

shunsui: That’s ok. You can just date me and we’ll call it even

Y'ALL KNOW WHAT WE HAVE THIS YEAR? SHIRO'S BDAY! FEB 29TH YEAR!

I miss him :( my boy