don't mind me i'm getting emotional in the middle of night

anonymous asked:

OH, IF YOU DON'T MIND, could you possibly do a part 2 of the Host & his girlfriend with a baby, except it's about a year after, and they've got a baby of their own...? I'm just so weak for the Host. And for fluff. And for babies. (I've got a nephew, too. He's a little over 3 months now and I love him to pieces, so I feel you) ❤❤

(I have to force myself to cut these off because I love writing them so much and I’d legit just write for hours if I didn’t)

-for months after the fiasco with the lost baby, you and The Host were in a bit of a honeymoon phase
-he’d expressed how much he wanted to try to have a baby with you after the incident
-the two of you tried for a few months, and it seemed like it wouldn’t ever happen
-he always blamed himself, saying that it was his fault that he couldn’t get you pregnant, that it was his fault because of his gift or his accident
-he worried himself to the point that he called the only doctor he trusted to make a house visit to do a check up on him
-the doctor told him that he had nothing to worry about and that he was absolutely healthy and also that he needed to stop stressing about it because that didn’t help either
-so, with a lifted conscience, he relayed the information to you and you both agreed to just let things happen as they were meant to
-about a month later, you woke up to the most strange, uncomfortable feeling
-you soon realized that you were going to throw up and you leaped out of bed to run to the bathroom, leaning over the toilet and retching up the contents of your stomach
-you felt his hands on your back a moment later
-“baby are you alright?” his sleepy voice was concerned
-you couldn’t answer at the moment, but he sat next to you and held your hair away from your face and stroked your back comfortingly
-“haven’t puked since I was a kid” you muttered, feeling lightheaded and woozy
-he reached around you and flushed the toilet and then pulled you into his chest
-“do you think…?” He asked slowly
-you could feel his heart racing
-“let me…mmmh…let me brush my teeth and settle stomach and I’ll run out to get some pregnancy tests”
-he was so sweet and attentive to you, leading you back to the bed after you rinsed your mouth and brushed your teeth
-he made you some plain toast and brought you some water
-a few hours later you left and he gave you a soft lingering kiss
-you came back with a few different tests and he waited with you silently while you took them
-you watched as his lips moved silently and he was barely whispering, you couldn’t make it out, although it was very comforting
-ten minutes later you took a deep shuddering breath, and looked at them
-and then you let out a shocked laugh
-“baby, it’s…they’re…” happy tears streamed down your face as you threw your arms around his neck “they’re positive” you whispered
-he shouted out a laugh and picked you up
-you wrapped your legs around his waist and he kissed you passionately before taking you back into the bedroom
-he laid you onto the bed and pulled your shirt over your belly, fingers tracing your skin
-“we’re going to be parents…I’m-im gonna be a dad”
-he was so sweet throughout your pregnancy
-he had ordered several books in Braille about parenting and you sometimes woke up in the middle of the night to find him with one hand absently rubbing your back as the other one trailed over the pages
-he talked to your stomach once you started showing
-you had a doctors appointment every month, and you were prepared to go by yourself because you didn’t expect him to leave the cabin, but when he donned a pair of blinding glasses on the day of your first appointment, you could have sobbed with emotions running wild
-he went to every single one with you, gripping your hand tightly
-he was terrified to be out of his environment but knowing that he was with you calmed him
-you didn’t find out the gender because neither of you had a preference
-when you actually had the baby, you opted for a home birth, and his doctor came to help you deliver
-it was a long, agonizing process and took what seemed like an eternity
-when you heard the tiny wails of a baby, it was all worth it.
-you had a beautiful baby girl and you were so in love with her as soon as she was put into your arms
-he was so happy, and did everything he could to help you
-your heart swelled every time he said how much he loved “his girls”
-he took such good care of her
-he was basically the perfect father, absolutely doting on her and spending as much time as possible with her
-his fingers always traced over her face, as if he wanted to memorize it
-he would touch his own face after that and then yours
-“she’s got your nose, but my lips.” He said in awe
-he set aside money for her out of every payment he got from hosting late night shows on the radio
-he wanted her to have everything in the world
-he was so sweet, telling her new stories every night before you put her to sleep
-he got very good at changing her clothes and changing her diapers because he refused to not know how to do it just because he couldn’t see
-he loved being able to mash up foods for her when she was finally able to eat solids
-bath time was his favorite bonding time with her
-and when she turned a year old, you found him sitting on your bed, tears streaming down his face
-“I love her so much, I can’t imagine our lives without her now” he had told you
-“I know…i um. I’d like to maybe talk about…having another? She’d love having a brother or sister..”


Okay so I missed the last two days of Batfam Appreciation Week - my week has sucked - so I’m gonna do the two things late and y'all can have fun with them.  Loss is first because chronological order.

I thought, the emotional losses of the batfam kind of shape their stories.  Being in a bad state of mind, I figured it’d be a bad idea for me to explore that.

But consider this.

Every single member of the batfam has lost the Batmobile’s keys.  All of them.

Bruce: lost them in the batcave and had his moment of frustration, followed by grabbing the Batbike and going out.  He internally pitched a hissy fit the whole time and may have hit Penguin’s minions a little too hard.  He found them in a crack in the stone floor by the batcomputer.  They’d fallen off his desk.  That’s how he usually loses them - accidentally knocking them down and not noticing.

Dick: He had no idea where they were when Batman commed him to drive the car, not trusting the autopilot with the panicking crowds in the streets.  He ended up begging Alfred for the spare and losing a few minutes on his way out.  He found his keys sitting innocently on the keychain rack by his suit and dramatically flopped on the floor in defeat.

Jason: He totally didn’t lose ‘em.  Nope.  Never happened.  He got knocked into the Gotham river one time and they were pickpocketed.  By the water.  So see Bruce he actually had to break into the Batmobile.  The keys were stolen!  No, uh, no they won’t get into the wrong hands …
(Aquaman ended up returning them a few months later.  Despite hating the litter in the ocean, upon hearing the explanation he found the whole situation very amusing.)

Tim: He actually was pickpocketed.  Luckily both times it happened either Dick or Jason was in town and said brother willingly - though laughing his ass off - helped him find the culprit and get them back before Bruce found out.  He subsequently upgraded his own utility belt to latch more securely.  Since becoming Red Robin he hasn’t lost them … yet.

Damian: He’s never lost the keys!  How dare you suggest that he has?  He hadn’t lost them!  Or forgotten them!  He just - left them in Father’s room!  He sees no reason to invade his father’s privacy!  Yeah, that’s it!

Barbara: She makes no excuses.  She lost them back when she was Batgirl.  She’s still not sure exactly how they got to under the Batcomputer where she found them, but she took responsibility for it.  Dick is not allowed to tell the other Robins or Batgirls on pain of breakup, though.  A threat that gets less significant with each passing year!

Cass: I really need to look into her story more.  Sorry guys!

Stephanie: She lost them in a diner.  She stopped in for some waffles in the middle of the night once and forgot them, since she was carrying them in hand with her personal belongings.  She did this so that she wouldn’t forget to give them to Bruce when she caught up to him.  Oops!

Okay, I may have overestimated when I said every member.  Selina and Kitrina have never lost them.  But this is because they’ve never been entrusted with them.


Alfred: No one knows that he lost the set of spare keys he keeps for it, because he found them before they returned from patrol.  But yes, even the infallible Batler lost the keys … in the floorboard of the Batmobile itself.

anonymous asked:

Can I request 83, 52, 38 or 18 (I'm in angsty mood for some reason). If you don't feel like writing angst today then maybe something from: 3, 4, 85 or 60. Since i'm writing this I might as well say that I loooooove your writing and I hope you have an amazing day! <3

What the fuck, why would I ever reject an angsty prompt? I am the angst duchess and fuck my life if I cant live to write sad, heartbreaking thingies. Or at least I try? And thanks for the kudos, I don’t know how do I deserve all of this when you guys deserve all the credit. I love this fandom so much.This prompt was a bit hard tho, and it turned out kinda short?… I just hope it lives up to your expectations ♥ Gonna make #18 for forbidden love shit.

Uraraka was no commoner. Uraraka Ochako was all but your regular friend that helps you with your bags and books– even if she possibly would help out with these matters, she was all but your normal stand-by friend.

Everyone knew that. If one took the opportunity to know her, they would see her true colors behind those common eyes that shone with unhidden curiosity and enthusiasm. It was hard for one to squeeze air out of her, and sometimes, even get a true emotion out of her.

Bakugou knew this, out of all people. Of course the pyro genius would see her for her true colors and not the ones she wore in front of everyone. He would notice when her hands trembled a little when laughing, a sign of feigning stupid glittery glee– he hated it. He hated her, sometimes. The way she sparkled while her heart trembled with the weight of a little lie that would later tie her down to her bed in a night of endless cries.

She could see right through him, too– and he was, somehow, perfectly fine with that. If someone could see the good in him, that would only be her and that stupid redhead he had for best friend. Kirishima was one of the very few people who could stand his random fits of anger, but Uraraka… that bitch. She was too good for her own good. Always hugging people, always smiling and–

He grasped his desk in agitation. She was always by that bastard’s side and it drove him up the wall.

Uraraka didn’t know this, of course. Whenever she was cheering her friend up, Bakugou would let out a good old colorful piece of goodness, but she deemed it to be in his nature. He was aggresive, a bit of a jerk, but it was him after all.

And somehow, there was a moment in time and space– like, two days ago in the middle of an encounter with him, when something shifted in her heart.

This spar had been anything but planned beforehand. Uraraka had seen him going for a walk in his training clothes and the idea sparked in her. She had ran to him inmediately with the objective of touching his shoulder, surprising him, and making him go weightless– of course, we are talking about Uraraka and she couldn’t do sneaky.

She had coughed just before reaching his skin, what prompted a big curse out of him and made him blow her away out of instinct. She landed a few meters behind him and when he realized it was her who had tried to, in his eyes, probably annoy the shit out of him– he at first scoffed at her futile attempt of a sneaky stance and helped her to her feet.

“What the fuck, Uraraka.” and he swung her arm around his shoulder, no petition needed. “Your leg is still peachy and you are planning surprise attacks on me? You must be a sucker for pain.”

“What… are you doing?” asked she, letting herself be dragged to wherever he wanted to drop her. It was true that planning such risky thing was reckless from her considering what a bad beating Iida had given her the previous day.

Oh, his face when he had seen her so beaten up. He had been apologizing while punching death into her.

Bakugou grunted beside her. “I’m taking you to a damn infirmary. I have burnt your left arm and honestly, every one will give me the stinky eye if they get to know I almost blew your ass up.”

Because everyone loved Uraraka, even his best friend. And he knew damn well that Kirishima would give him a good piece of mind if he came to find out that he had been the one to injure her. He would never mention, but he also felt a bit bad for harming her without a reason but stupid instinct.

Why did she… matter so much? She was just a damn pebble. How was he going to focus on his career when Bakugou had this woman by his side constantly hogging him to make nice with Deku so that bastard would be happy?

Bakugou had many reasons to make that boy’s life miserable: 1) he was a bragger, 2) he was a loser, and most recently 3) he had Uraraka’s undivided attention– he had his best battle buddy’s attention and again, it was driving him insane. So he walked to the infirmary with the intention of dropping her there and pretending nothing happened, because he was starting to be fed up with her and those butterflies she carried around her.

Why did she have to always come by and mess with his life?

He hated that feeling. He hated feeling like he needed to protect her when all he should be doing is focus on himself and– god, she was too in love with Deku, what good would it do to him to develop a silly crush on her and– at this point, when he came to terms with his feelings, he was a blushing mess and wanted to blow up the whole school.

Worst of it all, those silly summersaults his stomach did when she was near had been there for way too long before this realization and he felt it dawning on him, crushing him alive. There was no turning back now.

Uraraka didn’t let it pass, though. When Bakugou eventually and literally dropped her in a hospital bed, something stirred inside of her, making her heart warm in a pleasant manner. When he left her wordlessly to Recovery Girl’s aid, she smiled at him knowingly. Kirishima truly had had a gooD effect on him– and the thought carried her through the day, but as soon as Deku came into view, he had all her attention again.

Her heart still fluttered after the newfound kindness Bakugou had in him. And something changed that day. She would realize this change too late.

When Bakugou saw her laughing along with Deku, he started biting his knuckles. The feeling that bubbled in his chest squirmed uncomfortably, the very same feeling that had him wide awake all night after dropping roundface at the infirmary. A part of him told him that he had been rude as fuck for letting her on her own after almost setting her on fire, and another part told him that he had been stupid for almost setting her ablaze to start with.

No matter what he tried to come up with, he had made a mistake. He had made a mistake for allowing himself near her, for having left her at the infirmary bed when what he should have done is just leave her in the dust to tend her own injuries.

So he sucked it up and, as soon as class was finished, Bakugou waited for her to come out of class. Whatever he was feeling for her, for that strong and small stupid pebble he couldn’t step upon– all that was ending as soon as he set things clear with her.

He knew she would never pull away from green bastard, and he was aware of the fact that he couldn’t force her to stay away from him. He could hope for her to grow up from his fucking shadow, but he wasn’t scum and would never force her out of it. Whatever made her happy was fine for him. People he respected deserved their space and, albeit reluctantly, he would give it all to her.

She stepped out of class alone, always the slowest one to pack her stuff– her jump when he came into view was fucking hilarious. “What are you doing there, Baku–”

“Your injuries,” spat he, stepping near to her. Her proximity felt wrong and sinful to him when she was too far from reach, but he stil invaded her injuries til she was against a wall. “let me see them.”

Uraraka blinked at him once, twice, but didn’t flinch at his agressivity, unfazed as she always was by his forward demeanor. Her eyes wide as saucers for his intoxicating permating sweaty and riany spark, he let himself fall into the galaxies of her pools, and almost forgot what all this mess was about until he saw her remove her jacket and show him her reddened arm.

“It’s patched up and in good condition. You at least had the decency to take to Recovery Girl.”

He looked to his side, and his voice sounded remorseful for a second, connecting with all the thoughts that had rattled inside his head during the previous night. “It was my fault in the first place.”

“Are you… apologizing?”

“Hell no, you damn woman.” growled he, his scarlet glare boring into her purity once again. “You shouldn’t have tried to sneak up on me when you know I can damn well tear you to pieces.”

Uraraka, far from offended, giggled at his brash retort. Her breath got stuck in her chest as beams of sunset streaked through his golden locks, and she had this silly urge to thread her fingers through them. She ended up deciding against it because she appreciated her life.

“Is there anything else you need?”

He looked at her even more intensely. There was a moment in which she noticed how she had changed in his eyes, but knew she remained the same for everyone. The colors she wore had turned scarlet, adorning her cheeks and inking her in desire and passion for that woman he would worship in the darkness as long as he lived, because he knew that sunlight wouldn’t let him speak out his secret devotion– not when she loved somebody else.

She loved Deku. She loved a quirkless bastard and not him, the great Bakugou Katsuki. And he was dying to know why.

So his hands trailed up her arm to end up gripping her jaw, her head crashing against the concrete. “Why him?”

Her cheeks muffled by his rough hands and chords malfunctioning due to the embers of his eyes, passion and anger– it all reduced her to ashes and suddenly, she couldn’t muster a decent answer. Mostly because a part of her didn’t know what he wastalking about while the other pretty much could see in his eyes what this was about. The notion just left her speechless and a mess of goo in the ground.

His flames kissed the chocolate of her irises– and boy, didn’t chocolate melt good and pretty against heat.

His mouth came devastating hers in a helfire kiss,as his hands tried their best not to roam around her body– one that didn’t belong to him, staying put on the wall so she wouldn’t escape– because of course she was shaking, probably fearful, needing to pull away. The way his mouth was twisting hers in such burning embrace, embers of passion consuming her thoughts and rationalities– but she didn’t want this.

It was all sorts of alluring and deliciously wrong. His teeth trapping her lower lip, trying to recover all dominance on the kiss, eliciting a throaty moan from her– he opened his eyes for a second, frustrated, and yearning to hear more of that. She attempted to pull way, her hands fighting against his chest to stop his sudden rampage, earning her a head crash against the wall as Bakugou only pushed her in.

His hands travelled all the way to her neck and waist, nails digging in her skin– oh, her gasp, that may have hurt a little. He took the opportunity to come crashing to her mouth, his tongue entangling with hers while she wiggled in his hold, trying to either get away or hold herself in. And none of those things were gonna happen.

There was a moment when he felt her give in a little. Her pushing became less frantic, the haltered, and her eyes shut completely close–

But he couldn’t– couldn’t let a good kiss get the best of him and build illusions on an impossible relationship. He couldn’t keep this up when she was in love with another man. He gave her waist a little push and disconnected the sickingly euphoric lock, a trail of saliva connecting them. 

He caressed her lower lip with his thumb as softly as he could, frown adorning his chaotic features, irises trembling as she stared at him, unbelieving.

He wasn’t the man for her. He breathed deep, then stepped back, their bodies missing each other– but this was wrong.

“I shouldn’t love you.” murmured he, making her features constrict into a painful grimace of realization. “But I fucking do and I’m scared shitless.”

He would die to hold her as she shook and almost fell, would love to possess her against the very same wall and make her forget about Deku. However, he wasn’t scum, and he couldn’t let her make him drop so low.

She didn’t deserve the pain he carried with him, or his falling hopes. So he marched away, shoulders tense in realization.

Bakugou saw the true colors in her, and she would always see his and cherish them as a precious treasure. But his colors weren’t the ones she was searching for, or the ones she dreamed and sighed for.

And no matter how blaring and blinding her colors were, he couldn’t let them paralyze him. No matter the heartbreak, he did what he deemed to be right– not knowing he had left a dounting girl at his wake, who realized now why his kindness had struck her so much.

He walked away. And this was the first time Bakugou realized he was human and couldn’t be more than that, no matter how much he loved her.

anonymous asked:

P1-It seems as though Jess is done :-(. Or more done as you seem to be. I'm wondering if you can give your take on this whole mess since you used to both seem so in sync with each other, I'm curious why you're somewhat differently dealing with the latest fall out. I'm on the fence and go back and forth with empathizing SC for being in the middle of this and forced to ruin their image with fans bc Network influence and thinking the both of them really don't care anyway and to hell with the ship.

I only compare you two bc you are both vocal on here with your opinions so i don’t think you’d mind and it’s an easy comparison. Not meant to single you out. But what I’ve thought of the last few days is that this is nothing new. We’ve really expected this. I remember during the LA mess we were already predicting MM would show up in SA and some again predicted it’d be for his bday. In that sense I don’t fully understand why this is the straw that broke the camels back. I get that it’s getting old. Very old/annoying/hurtful/hard to deal with but nothing to completely turn off a fandom for. The only difference here is that Cait posted a pic. I see the whole new set of emotions that brings into it but a few other factors are important to think about. If we thought MM has been a TPTB interference since the beginning which most of us have then SC are really held by the balls here. That’s been a saving grace for Sam every time we’ve gotten over/forgiven drama and hurtful things he’s done. Going back to TPTB-if MM is a manifest to hide SC than Sam and Cait are both involved yet Sam’s been the only scapegoat so far. Cait was bound to get involved some time and it looks like that time came during Sam’s bday. I know it’s arguably on if that’s why she posted it but with how out of character for her it is plus all the other weird things I’m sticking with it being bc BTS. If so people are jumping ship for the first thing she’s done in this mess when we’ve been giving Sam a year of passes. It’s so weird to compare but it sort of seems valid doesn’t it? Now it’s her turn to be the bad guy after Sam spent the last 15 months doing it. If we got through 15 months of Sam in the middle of this mess it seems wrong to jump ship the first time Cait does something. I know this is based on BTS assumptions but given everything we’ve seen in the last 15 it’s the most likely scenario. Idk it’s why I’m on the fence. Have a good night!

I think I’m somewhere between where Jess is and where you are. Jess and I usually see these kinds of things differently. It’s always been that way just based on our personalities etc. You make a lot of good points in your message though and given the last week, I can always appreciate a little logic. For me, at least, it really is just exhaustion and being done with all this bullshit. Ever since the doxxing I’ve felt myself pulling back from the fandom and Sam and Cait. I think it’s more just I’m not as invested anymore so this whole mess just felt like another reason to pull back more and find other things/TV shows etc to watch. I vacillate wildly between viewing everything logically or emotionally so I don’t have a clear viewpoint at the moment. I’ve said it before - the books have never been the main reason I’m here so ever since I started shipping, the show became second for me. So the less I’m invested in Sam and Cait, the less I’m invested in Outlander period. 

Anyway, like I said, you make a lot of really good points and things to keep in mind. I think the fandom will recover but I know a lot of people, myself included, who won’t be sticking around for much longer if this keeps up. 

otp tags (fall out boy edition)
  • otp: all the ways you make my stomach turn
  • otp: am i more than you bargained for yet?
  • otp: anything you say can and will be held against you
  • otp: bruises on your thighs like my fingerprints
  • otp: burn a little brighter tonight
  • otp: condemned from the start
  • otp: dance alone to the beat of your heart
  • otp: do you got room for one more troubled soul?
  • otp: don't breathe life into a monster
  • otp: don't pretend you ever forgot about me
  • otp: don't stop until your heart goes numb
  • otp: don't take love off the table yet
  • otp: get me out of my mind and get you out of those clothes
  • otp: go on pick your poison
  • otp: happily ever after below the waist
  • otp: have you ever wanted to disappear?
  • otp: here to collect your heart
  • otp: hoped for your name on the ouija board
  • otp: hot to the touch cold on the inside
  • otp: how heartwarming it is inside your skin
  • otp: i bit off more than i could chew
  • otp: i don't care what you think as long as it's about me
  • otp: i don't feel a thing for you
  • otp: i don't just want to be a footnote in someone else's happiness
  • otp: i got your love letters corrected the grammar and sent them back
  • otp: i hope your lips will taste of me forever
  • otp: i just need enough of you to dull the pain
  • otp: i love everything about you that hurts
  • otp: i need your broken promises
  • otp: i only appeared so i can fade away
  • otp: i only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me
  • otp: i said i'd never miss you but i guess you never know
  • otp: i shot true romance in the head
  • otp: i try to picture me without you but i can't
  • otp: i want to hate you half as much as i hate myself
  • otp: i want to make you as lonely as me
  • otp: i wish i dreamt in the shape of your mouth
  • otp: i wish i'd known how much you loved me
  • otp: i'll save the middle finger for you
  • otp: i'll take your heart served up in two ways
  • otp: i'm about to make your heart beat in reverse
  • otp: i'm coming apart at the seams
  • otp: i'm half-doomed and you're semi-sweet
  • otp: i'm in the details with the devil
  • otp: i'm just a problem that doesn't want to be solved
  • otp: i'm just dreaming of tearing you apart
  • otp: i'm the best worst thing that's ever happened to you
  • otp: i'm two quarters and a heart down
  • otp: i've got a sunset in my veins
  • otp: i've never seen a heart i couldn't break
  • otp: if they knew how misery loved me
  • otp: if you are the shores i am the waves
  • otp: it doesn't matter how you feel
  • otp: it's our time now if you want it to be
  • otp: it's time for me to fall apart
  • otp: just a notch in your bedpost
  • otp: kick drum beating in my chest
  • otp: let me tear you to pieces
  • otp: let your body get a tolerance
  • otp: let's meet in the purgatory of my hips
  • otp: like a moth getting trapped in the light
  • otp: love never wanted me but i took it anyway
  • otp: make it easy say i never mattered
  • otp: make june feel like september
  • otp: maybe i'm a piece of art
  • otp: my conscience called in sick again
  • otp: my heart is a grenade and you pulled the pin
  • otp: nothing comes as easy as you
  • otp: now you're just a problem for someone else to fix
  • otp: one foot in your bedroom one foot out the door
  • otp: out of every miscalculation you have got to be my favorite
  • otp: pawnshop heart trading up
  • otp: put your venom in me
  • otp: remember me as i was not as i am
  • otp: say my name and his in the same breath
  • otp: seasons change but people don't
  • otp: setting fire to the sky
  • otp: shoot the sunshine into my veins
  • otp: should have left our love in the gutter where we found it
  • otp: something makes my chest stir
  • otp: strike a match and i'll burn you to the ground
  • otp: take our tears and put them on ice
  • otp: teach you a lesson in the worst kind of way
  • otp: the best of us can find happiness in misery
  • otp: the best part of believe is the lie
  • otp: the home wrecker with the heart of gold
  • otp: the lies just won't stop slipping
  • otp: the person that you'd take a bullet for is behind the trigger
  • otp: the rhythm of the rain keeps time
  • otp: the sweetness never lasts
  • otp: the truth catches up with us eventually
  • otp: there's chemicals keeping us together
  • otp: this is the road to ruin
  • otp: trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday
  • otp: trying to forget everything that isn't you
  • otp: turn off the lights and turn off the shyness
  • otp: we do it in the dark with smiles on our faces
  • otp: we don't fight fair
  • otp: we never stood a chance
  • otp: we only do it for the scars and stories
  • otp: we walk the plank on a sinking ship
  • otp: we're friends when you're on your knees
  • otp: we're the beginning of the end
  • otp: we're the things that love destroys
  • otp: we've been doomed from the start
  • otp: welcome to the demolition derby that is my heart
  • otp: when they made me they broke the mold
  • otp: wherever i go trouble seems to follow
  • otp: why can you read me like no one else can?
  • otp: would you mind if i sat next to you and watched you smile?
  • otp: you and i were fireworks that went off too soon
  • otp: you are my favorite what if
  • otp: you are the dreamer and we are the dream
  • otp: you can get what you want but it's never enough
  • otp: you can wear the crown but you're no princess
  • otp: you get scared when you look at me
  • otp: you got me all fucked up on love
  • otp: you were my versailles at night
  • otp: you were the last good thing
  • otp: you were the song stuck in my head
  • otp: you wouldn't know a good thing if it came up and slit your throat
  • otp: you're appealing to emotions that i simply do not have
  • otp: you're the only place that feels like home
  • otp: your best kept secret and biggest mistake
  • otp: you’re the antidote to everything except for me
Heavenly Commentary: Order of the Phoenix
  • James: The fact that they don’t think Harry is normal gives me strength.
  • ***
  • Lily: He’s not well.
  • James: He’s traumatised. After what happened in the graveyard; he’s still coming to terms.
  • Cedric: You and me both Harry.
  • ***
  • James: Stay calm Harry.
  • Lily: Let it go.
  • ***
  • James: What is...? Dementors!? Really?
  • Lily: Eurgh! It was to be expected.
  • Cedric: You guys don’t seem very worried.
  • James: After everything Harry’s been through, a couple Dementors won’t be a problem. Plus he has his wand with him.
  • Lily: The real problem is, that these Dementors wouldn’t be here unless ordered. So who gave the order?
  • Cedric: Obviously Voldemort.
  • Lily: Maybe.
  • Cedric: I can’t imagine what it’s like. Watching someone you love in such terrible danger. And not being able to do a thing about it.
  • James: Don’t worry. You’ll know soon enough.
  • ***
  • Lily: That was pretty close though.
  • James: Yeah but he’s good. A nice fight does wonders. Plus Figg is here now.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Why doesn’t Dumbledore want Harry doing magic?
  • Lily: I’m not sure. James, go find out.
  • Cedric: Actually I’ll go. See my parents as well.
  • ***
  • James: Expelled?! For defending himself?
  • Lily: No. Dumbledore will- yup there he is.
  • ***
  • Lily: She must have heard Sev telling me.
  • James: Why did Harry think we’d talk about Dementors? I have better charm than that.
  • Lily: Barely.
  • ***
  • James: WHAT?!? He’s kicking Harry out?!
  • Lily: Petunia if you let this happen, I swear I will never forgive you.
  • James: That’s Dumbledores voice.
  • ***
  • Lily: The gangs all here.
  • James: Just after the nick of time.
  • ***
  • James: I wonder who the secret keeper of this place is?
  • Lily: After what happened to us, do you think he’d choose anyone but himself?
  • ***
  • Lily: He’s so angry.
  • James: He has the right to be.
  • ***
  • James: Dumbledore is keeping Harry in the dark.
  • Lily: Because he’s now public enemy number one. I wonder what Cedric will learn.
  • James: That losing a child, destroys a parent.
  • ***
  • Lily: THAT’S his mother?!
  • James: That’s the reason he left home.
  • ***
  • James: That was...
  • Lily: Intense. Molly can be cruel. Bringing up Azkaban like that?
  • ***
  • James: Fucking Cornelius Fudge.
  • ***
  • Cedric: The Ministry is trying to convince everyone that Voldemort isn’t back, that Harry's a liar and Dumbledore is crazy.
  • Lily: Yeah that is what we heard. How are your parents?
  • Cedric: As you'd expect. How is everyone?
  • James: They’re getting by. Welcome to the Order.
  • ***
  • Lily: He’s shaking.
  • James: I’M shaking.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Why would they change the time?
  • Lily: To force him to be late. Bastards!
  • ***
  • James: He didn’t want Dumbledore here.
  • Lily: Of course not. Fudge knows he can’t win against him.
  • ***
  • Lily: If I could I’d punch that bastard.
  • James: I know you would but he's in the clear now.
  • Lily: It’s not over. It's only getting started.
  • Cedric: What do you mean?
  • ***
  • James: I forgot about that picture. Great timing Mad-Eye.
  • Lily: Me too. Is that Molly crying?
  • Cedric: She’s seeing them all dead.
  • James: And Harry thinks he's next
  • ***
  • James: Of course she walks in when he's covered in Stinksap.
  • Lily: He's been covered in worse. He’ll be fine.
  • ***
  • Cedric: What is Harry seeing?
  • Lily: Thestrals. They pull the carriages.
  • James: But you can only see them if you've seen death.
  • Cedric: ...Oh
  • ***
  • James: When a hat is telling you something is wrong then you really should listen.
  • ***
  • Lily: Hermione is right. Looks like the fight has come to Hogwarts.
  • Cedric: Because none of us were expecting that, were we?
  • ***
  • Cedric: Let's see how many friends he really has.
  • ***
  • James: Don't you dare talk about Moony you fucking cow!
  • Lily: Calm down. Breathe.
  • James: I'm dead. I don't breathe.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Have a what?!?
  • ***
  • Lily: She’s torturing my boy. SHE’S TORTURING MY SON!! WHY ARE YOU SMIRKING?!?
  • James: Because. That bitch is trying to break him. And she has no idea who she is fucking with. But she will.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Umbridge and Voldemort? Is that possible?
  • Lily: No. She's a different type of evil.
  • ***
  • James: She lied to Filch for him. I approve of Cho.
  • Lily: Naturally.
  • ***
  • Lily: Poor Ron.
  • James: Family turning against family. Just like last time.
  • Cedric: Was it that bad?
  • James: It was hell.
  • ***
  • Cedric: She made it illegal for Professor Lupin to get another job?
  • Lily: Do me a favour Harry, destroy her.
  • ***
  • Lily: Harry got the D.
  • James: Severus GAVE Harry the D. Why are you laughing?
  • Cedric: Because Snape gave Harry the D. Do you think Harry wanted the D?
  • James: ...
  • Lily: I don't get it.
  • ***
  • Lily: His hand. It'll never heal.
  • James: He will not let this hag beat him.
  • Lily: She's torturing him James!
  • James: And my son won't break.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Do you think he'll do it? Teach them?
  • Lily: He will. As much as he’ll protest, he won't be able to stomach the idea of doing nothing.
  • ***
  • Lily: I don't know how I feel about Harry being better than a final year Durmstrang.
  • James: The word you're looking for is “proud”.
  • ***
  • James: The Hogs Head! I've missed this place.
  • Cedric: You used to come here?
  • Lily: Him and Sirius lived here.
  • James: Not true. We rarely used Aberforth. Firewhiskey was for special occasions.
  • Lily: Like Friday nights.
  • James: Saturday nights too. We were not picky.
  • ***
  • James: That went well.
  • Cedric: Yeah. I'd sign up.
  • ***
  • Cedric: No Quidditch...
  • James: No team...
  • Lily: Oh God. Now there's two of them.
  • ***
  • James: Now that Padfoot approves she is getting nervous?
  • Lily: She really is the smartest of them all.
  • ***
  • Cedric: He's connected to Voldemorts mind. That is not a good thing.
  • Lily: No. It really isn't.
  • ***
  • James: Our boy's a teacher.
  • Lily: A good one too.
  • ***
  • Lily: Don't react Harry. Don't react.
  • James: Ah shit.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Banned...
  • James: For life...
  • Lily: Calm down you two. She'll be gone by years end.
  • James: That doesn't help us now Evans!
  • Lily: Idiots.
  • ***
  • Cedric: What the hell Hagrid?
  • James: He's been pulverised.
  • ***
  • Lily: Voldemort has been trying to kill our son for 14 years. And I think I might hate Umbridge more...
  • ***
  • Lily: His first kiss. So sweet
  • James: He’s not doing too badly.
  • Lily: She seems into him.
  • James: Of course she is. He looks like me.
  • Lily: Arse. Cedric don’t they look cute together?
  • Cedric: I didn't say anything before but you realise that’s my ex right?
  • ***
  • Lily: Harry was the snake?
  • James: Dumbledore knows something.
  • Lily: Of course he does. But he's not going to tell.
  • ***
  • Lily: I love Padfoot but he's not the best at dealing with emotional stuff. Harry thinks he's going insane and Sirius tells him to sleep it off.
  • ***
  • Lily: Well well well. Ginny Weasley. Lioness.
  • James: What's that look on your face?
  • Lily: I have no idea what you're talking about.
  • ***
  • James: Frank...Alice...
  • Cedric: Poor Neville.
  • ***
  • James: Come on Padfoot do it. Just one curse.
  • Lily: Sirius don't be an idiot.
  • James: Be an idiot!
  • Lily: Occlumency though. So Voldemort IS in Harrys mind.
  • ***
  • Cedric: I can't believe this is how Snape treats Harry.
  • Lily: He's a complicated man with a skewed moral compass.
  • Cedric: If you say so...what the hell is in the Department of Mysteries?
  • James: A prophecy.
  • ***
  • Lily: Oh please God no...
  • Cedric: He broke them out. Voldemort broke them out.
  • James: And he just got ten of his most loyal and dangerous followers back.
  • ***
  • Cedric: I don't feel good for being the reason Cho just left but...I don't exactly feel bad either.
  • Lily: She misses you. I imagine she'll miss you for the rest of your life.
  • Cedric: Now I feel bad.
  • James: Don't son. It's not your fault. None of this is.
  • ***
  • Lily: This story will burn through England. The truth will finally be heard.
  • ***
  • James: Every time something good happens, something bad happens straight away.
  • ***
  • Cedric: I will never forget her face at this moment, for as long as I...well am.
  • Lily: Can we all appreciate what just happened? Dumbledore kept the old teacher, appointed the new and got another “dangerous half-breed” into the castle.
  • James: It’s a giant middle finger to Umbridge.
  • ***
  • James: SCATTER!
  • ***
  • Cedric: I can't believe Marietta would do this. She was always so nice.
  • James: I told you. Friend against friend. It's what he does.
  • Lily: Dumbledore is doing something crazy...
  • James: Holy crap!
  • ***
  • James: Fred and George. Making the Marauders proud.
  • ***
  • Lily: No Harry don't...and we're in the Pensieve.
  • Cedric: Why would he-
  • James: Oh shit. I know where we are.
  • Lily: Oh God. This is not the moment you want Harry to see.
  • Cedric: Why? What do you...ah...
  • James: You don't see it here, but Snape gave as good as he got. However I'm not exactly proud of how I acted.
  • Lily: Not ashamed either to be fair.
  • Cedric: You seem to really hate him Mrs Potter. How did you end up together?
  • Lily: It’s Lily and he changed from an arrogant arsehole to a semi-decent person.
  • James: She said that during our marriage vows. Really moving ceremony.
  • ***
  • Lily: I’ve never seen Snape this angry before.
  • James: He can't stop teaching him! He needs the lessons!
  • ***
  • Lily: Your son is ashamed of you. For the way you treated Snape. Let that sink in.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Hagrid has...a brother.
  • Lily: Half brother.
  • Cedric: mistake.
  • ***
  • James: OWLS. Let's go.
  • ***
  • Lily: They're going after Hagrid. That bitch is trying to take him out too.
  • James: Well they can tr- SHIT!
  • Cedric: Professor Mcgonagall!
  • ***
  • Lily: He looks exhausted.
  • James: Well he has fallen asleep.
  • Lily: During your last OWL? Really Harry?
  • ***
  • James: I'll be back!
  • Cedric: Where is he going?
  • Lily: He's going to see where Sirius is.
  • ***
  • James: He’s at Grimmauld Place.
  • Lily: Which means Voldemort is baiting Harry into a trap.
  • ***
  • Cedric: What is she do- no...-wait SHE sent the Dementors?
  • James: Even I didn't see that coming.
  • ***
  • Lily: What are you up to Hermione?
  • James: That arrow in the tree answer your questions?
  • ***
  • Lily: Goodbye you evil, twisted bitch.
  • James: And hello Grawp.
  • ***
  • Lily: They got free?
  • Cedric: Yeah it was pretty cool. Ginny is powerful.
  • ***
  • James: Here we go.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Where is everyone? It's completely empty.
  • ***
  • Lily: That archway...I think we're on the other side of it.
  • ***
  • James: Harry don't touch it. Please listen to your friends. Don't pick up that prophecy.
  • Lily: No...
  • ***
  • Cedric: That's Mr Malfoy!
  • James: And the rest of his Death Eater friends.
  • Cedric: Harry, run.
  • Lily: They can't run. They have to fight.
  • ***
  • James: Focus Harry! Don't listen to Malfoy.
  • ***
  • Lily: Keep moving! Don't stop!
  • ***
  • James: Leave the man baby! Find the others!
  • Cedric: Duck!
  • Lily: HERMIONE!
  • ***
  • Cedric: She's alive. Oh she's alive.
  • James: She won't be for long. Our kids aren't doing permanent damage and the Death Eaters are playing to win. They need to get out.
  • ***
  • Lily: He's leading them away...
  • James: Good man Harry.
  • Lily: Oh no...Neville.
  • ***
  • Lily: Now it's a fight you son's of bitches!
  • ***
  • Cedric: Dumbledore! He's here! It's over!
  • Lily: Calm down. It's not over till its...
  • James: ...
  • Sirius: ...
  • Sirius: Oh that bitch!
  • James: Fourteen years. You don’t call. You don’t write. And you pick NOW to visit?
  • ***
  • Sirius: I probably shouldn't have taunted her.
  • James: Shut up Padfoot, they're still fighting!
  • ***
  • James: Harry NO! Stay away from Bellatrix!
  • Sirius: Where are we?
  • Cedric: Life after death. Seriously though shh.
  • ***
  • Lily: He.. he tried using Cruciatus.
  • James: It’s war and he just lost someone.
  • ***
  • James: He's here...
  • Lily: So is Albus.
  • ***
  • Lily: No no no no please God no
  • Cedric: What is it?! What's happening?
  • James: Voldemort is possessing my boy.
  • ***
  • Cedric: It’s over. He's gone.
  • James: No son. It’s not over. It's now open warfare.
  • ***
  • Sirius: He's in such pain. Harry I'm so sorry.
  • Lily: I can't watch this. I can't...
  • ***
  • James: Now you know. Now you know why he's after you.
  • ***
  • Sirius: In battle. Isn't that what we always said Prongs?
  • James: Wand in hand.
  • Lily: Well you failed at that James.
  • James: You didn't exactly live a long and happy life yourself.
  • Sirius: God I’ve missed you two.
  • ***
  • Sirius: The mirror. I thought he...he never opened it.
  • ***
  • James: And just like that he's going back. Broken and beat up and torn apart inside.
  • Lily: He’ll be fine. He has to be.
  • Sirius: He's not alone. He's got friends and family. It just wasn’t us.
No Sex Policy - Week 1

Prompt: Can u write a sequel to ‘returning the favour’ where they both decide to date and take it slow with no sex policy and they achieve that for a month and then they can’t keep their hands off each other.

This prompt is so wonderful!! To Anon, whoever you are who keeps on giving me amazing prompts to write, please keep going. THEY’RE AMAZING. I have divided this into weeks, because it said a month and I may have tweaked it a little because you know. Lol. Expect three more of these.

They had decided it was most logical to stop.

The “favors” they’d been giving each other, as favorable as they were, weren’t exactly something that could ever amount to any good. It had been decided that those incidents were just a combination of built up stress and freak incidences that were a one-time thing and nothing more. Anything “else” that it may have implied was just a mere figment of their imagination. It was one friend helping out another friend: like when you forget to study for an exam and your friend let you copy their notes. It was that kind of a supportive friendship that was sure enough to last. Relationships (god forbid they mentioned the word out loud) were messy, emotional and were too much pressure to even think about – both of them knew it, and they wholeheartedly agreed. Plane crashes and dead fiancés were enough for one lifetime. And so they had come upon the agreement that they would not be illogical and commit the same mistake like last year. They were brilliant surgeons (one army-trained and the other one with abilities beyond any mortal on earth), they would be able to do this with determination and self-discipline, right? Mind over matter and all that crap. Whatever they had to continuously repeat to themselves to get them through the day without imagining the other in the throes of mind-blowing and earth-shattering sex.

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“Dude, what the hell?”

Nursey didn’t respond. His back was still to Dex, head pressed against the locked door. Only a few minutes ago, he had grabbed Dex from the middle of the party and hauled him upstairs into the bathroom. Dex was completely bewildered by his behavior, but it was so uncharacteristic of Nursey that, after the brief flash of irritation, he began to worry.

“Hey,” Dex said, though gentler this time. He reached out to touch Nursey’s shoulder, which Nursey immediately shrugged off. He was inhaling and exhaling deeply, trying to get a hold of himself before he could face Dex.

Then, without preamble, Nursey turned around and surprised Dex by kissing him. It wasn’t gentle; it was a clash of teeth at first that made Dex wince a bit. Nursey crowded him against the sink and roughly pulled him closer. This wasn’t like the other times. Dex could feel an undercurrent of anger in Nursey, and while he was unexpectedly enjoying the possessiveness Nursey was showing, Dex broke away from the kiss anyways.

“Stop,” he said, turning his head. “What’s wrong?”

Nursey huffed but stepped back. He schooled his features into a calm expression, but Dex knew him better than that. “Nothing. Never mind. Let’s get back to the party.”

“No, Derek,” Dex said. “If something’s bothering you, don’t fucking hold it in. I’m not a mind reader.” The last part came out harsher than he’d intended, but Nursey had been standoffish all night, and it was starting to grate on his nerves.

“Something’s bothering me?” Nursey a humorless laugh and rubbed his palm over his face. “It’s like…” he started. “It’s like we’re not even dating.”

“But we are,” Dex said slowly. He could could feel the dread coil up under his ribs as he wondered if this was Nursey’s lead up to breaking up.

“Yeah,” Nursey said flatly. “We are.”

“I don’t understand,” he said. “Do you not want to be? Is this what it’s about?” Dex could feel the anger rising, an automatic reaction for him. Get angry at everything first before they could hurt you.

“No,” Nursey said, and then something inside of him snapped. “But can you blame me for getting pissed off when the captain of the basketball team is flirting with my boyfriend and he does nothing about it?” Nursey progressively got louder, but he didn’t seem to care. Luckily, the music was still at full volume downstairs so it wasn’t like anyone was going to hear them.

“He wasn’t flirting,” Dex said, aghast and immediately defensive. “We were talking about our seasons.”

“I know what flirting looks like,” Nursey hissed. “You haven’t even looked at me all evening. It’s like I’m not even here.”

Dex threw his head back and looked up at the ceiling. The accusation stung. He bit his bottom lip and tried to control the swirl of conflicted emotions inside of him. He wanted to lash out instinctively, tell Nursey that he was wrong and that how could he think Dex was interested in anyone else but him.

“I have to go.” Dex threw open the bathroom door and left the Haus before anyone could stop him. He ended up making his down by the river. The night was cool and it was quiet enough to leave Dex to his own thoughts.

This was still all very new to Dex: guys, relationships, someone like Derek Nurse actually wanting him. They’d agreed to take it slow and keep their dating a secret, but it was starting to get harder and harder to keep it under wraps.

When he finally checked his phone, he realized he’d been ambling for almost an hour. He felt calmer now, less like wanting to punch something. He didn’t feel like going back to the party so he headed back to his dorm.

He wasn’t expecting to find Nursey sitting on the floor outside of his room. With a gentle prod of his foot, Nursey woke up with a start.

“Hey,” Dex said. “It’s late.”

“I know. I just wanted to say I’m sorry. It wasn’t your fault. I’m was a jealous asshole.”

“I know,” Dex snorted. He unlocked his door. “Wanna come in?”

“You still mad at me?”

“A bit, but we can talk about it in the morning.”

There wasn’t much conversation as they slowly stripped off their clothes and fell into Dex’s tiny bed. There was solemness to the way Nursey kissed, as if he was trying to show how sorry he was from the lingering presses of his lips on Dex’s neck all the way down the soft skin of his hips. Dex was pliant under Nursey’s touch, arching up and surrendering himself in the only way he could to show Nursey that he was his, all his.

Afterwards, Nursey snuggled in and rested his head under Dex’s chin. They were both too tired to say anything, and as they drifted off to sleep, Dex’s mumbled, “Derek?” There was no response except for quiet breathing. “I’ll always choose you,” Dex said anyways, and hoped that, somewhere in his unconscious mind, Nursey heard it.

the signs as theater feelings
  • Aries: You're on stage, waiting for the curtain to pull back and the opening number to start. You can hear the rustle and murmur of the crowd as they gaze at the other side of the curtain in mutual anticipation. You feel your muscles start to tense with anxiousness but you mustn't let it hinder you - you must be fluid, you must be focused. You must dance. Finally you hear it - the first note - and the curtain pulls back with a muffled whoosh - you can see all the people in the audience - the spotlight turns on - your heart stops - and you dance. You dance and dance and don't know what you're doing anymore, just dancing, and it pumps through your veins and brings color to your cheeks, and when the last note sounds you freeze and wait for the lights to dim. Walking offstage, you can't help but giggle with excitement.
  • Taurus: It's ten minutes to showtime. Closing night is the busiest night of the whole month. Again you put on your powder, eyeliner, and blush. While waiting for the curling iron to heat up you put on your shoes. You look in your bag, pull out one and start to buckle it when someone else runs up to you, obviously flustered. They ask if they can borrow your curling iron for a moment - the cord on theirs is broken. You smile and say "Sure, but it might not be hot enough yet." You know it takes you longer than five minutes to do your hair but, instead of rushing them, you patiently strap on the other shoe and then revel in the relief of them giving back your iron.
  • Gemini: Callbacks. After your audition the director pulls you aside the next day and asks if you'd like to come in later to work on some specific parts. "Sure," you say. She is torn in between three roles for you: one of them is a lead dancer, the second as a principal character, the third being completely offstage and directing set production. She knows about your background in mixed media. She gives you lines to read, a song to sing, and asks for your opinion on how to design the side castle piece so that it can turn into a bedroom for the lead role. You read the lines, sing the song, and tell her the simplest answer: Of course the piece should be curved gently enough that it's rounded for the exterior, but not too much so that a bed and an end table can fit on a rotating platform on the interior. You know you have only confused her more, so you offer to try out all of them during the first week. Walking away, you feel a bit privileged. Maybe even...a tad bit smug.
  • Cancer: A kiss scene was your worst nightmare, but the lead has to be a "player" and cheat on the datemate. Just part of the plot. The worst part? They're very, very attractive, and your heart skips a beat every time they say that line - "And you shut me away every time I do so much as say hello, I urge you to open that door. Please, please tell me, help me to understand, what is going on? going on...with you?" And you know, you know it's not about you and that it's just a role, just a scene in a play, but sparks fly when you kiss. Every. Single. Time. There's more acting involved backstage when you have to function without blushing, tripping, staring, or indicating at all that you're very attracted to them. It's...extremely frustrating, to say the least.
  • Leo: Your director is convinced that you're saying your lines wrong every time. "No!" she yells, "it's 'Oh Wilbur, I won't be going to the fair!' and wait for him to ask why!" She runs the scene again. And again you say, "I won't be going to the fair. I'm done for, Wilbur." And she yells it again, this time threatening to cut you from the show, even if it is the last week of rehearsal. Finally you storm backstage, grab your script, highlight the line and show it to her. "This is what's written on my script," you say through gritted teeth. At last she shrugs and says, "Alright. I guess it sounds better anyways." You put the script away and walk back onstage, a warm feeling of pride washing over you. You knew you were right the whole time. You're always right.
  • Virgo: For the love of god, WHERE is the blue sequined fabric? It was JUST NOW sitting next to the green roll but you have to put on the blue first and THEN the green! That's how the dress looks in every other version of the production, even the cheaply budgeted high school ones! You will NOT settle for this. Breathe. Breathe deeper. Even deeper. Walk around and ask where it went, one person at a time. Don't get on that table and shout about it, that's rude and the table is full of opened acrylic paint. In the middle of asking the third person you spot it out of the corner of your eye - there, in the mass of cardboard cutout peacocks. Of course. You pretend not to notice it, but instead wait for the person to finish talking and walk you over to it. You smile politely, say thank you, and with a sigh of relief take it back over to the dress.
  • Libra: The first dress rehearsal is always nice. You get to slip into your costumes for the first time, figure out if you should wear the tights over or under, and fight about whose pair of tap shoes those are. (They weren't yours.) You love to do your own hair and makeup but you know it's not good enough for the stage and the director will get onto you for it. To avoid trouble, you seek out the people that get ready the fastest and volunteer to do hair. The waistline is a little too tight when you sit down in front of them, but that's alright. The feeling of another person bustling around you and playing with your hair washes over you. It's a satisfying kind of tingle, the kind that makes you want to just sit there and /feel/ it. "Do you need pincurls?" they ask. "Yeah..." you reply dreamily.
  • Scorpio: It's the second week of rehearsal and the dancers are already doing sexual dances. You watch them from backstage, frustrated at how none of the metallic paint will stick to these stupid green Styrofoam cubes. You're supposed to have them done by now or the set will be behind - you might have to stay way after hours a few nights to catch up. While you're considering other paints to mix together you notice one of the dancers doing a backbend. No, I mean you //notice// one of the dancers doing a backbend. "Wow..." Of course, at that very moment the set manager comes over and gets onto you for being lazy and not staying on task. "And you haven't painted a single block! We are not going to have a castle with green blocks, damnit!" You try to explain- "The paint won't stay on," but they keep yelling over you. You can't get a single word in edgewise. You bite your lip, wait for them to walk off, and then calmly walk into an empty dressing room to cry tears of anger. It's so stupid to cry over something so little, you think, but it hurt a lot more than it should have and you can't help it. Or you thought the place was empty, until you started crying and the dancer comes out from behind a rack of costumes, startled. "Hey, are you okay?" Oh no. You're embarrassed, you shouldn't be in here and this is not okay at all- "What happened?" They come over to you, still holding costume pieces. You look away. "Is it the set manager? They're pretty mean, I know. I don't think they know how to express their feelings except by yelling swear words. Like Eminem." Despite the situation, you smile a bit. That was kinda funny. "What's your name?" they ask. They smile at you, and you smile back.
  • Sagittarius: Oh man. French accents? That's /so/ your thing. But oh man, any accents at all...that's.../so/ not the lead character's thing. But of course it's all just a beauty contest to get the lead role. The director smiles as she says her lines again, and you're on the sidelines, cringing at her inaccuracy and waiting for your turn. There it is! "Vell, vell, vhat do vee 'ave 'eere? Do my eyes deceive me...or ees zees...a man?" Bat your eyes at him. "I jus' /love/ older men." Make it gushy. "Bonjour, monsieur! Mind if I...sit 'eere?" Sit on his lap. "Stop, stop." The director cuts you off. "Is that a French accent at all?" You sigh. "Yeah, it is." You hear the lead snickering. 'Oh, yes, let's talk about your French accent,' you want to scream. 'Arnold Schwarzenegger isn't from France!' It's hard for you to care about her feelings when she obviously cares so little about yours. Besides, she sucks and she needs to either learn how to speak with emotion or the director needs to replace her. The criticism is entirely valid. But why does it sting when you think about how you very nearly said that?
  • Capricorn: Being a lead is a lot of work, but you can handle it. You're finally out of dance practice at 10:30pm and you're hitting a drive-thru for dinner. You pop in the CD of the spoken lines. Gotta start memorizing them now. You don't go to bed until you've memorized the entire first act. Now it's 2:08am. Another dance rehearsal starts at 7 tomorrow. You pop in the CD of the spoken lines. Gotta memorize them now. You think about them as you learn the dances. Gotta memorize them now. You hit the stage to practice the first act and the dances in it. Good thing you memorized them. You take out your script during lunch and forget to eat. Gotta memorize them now. Two weeks until opening. Gotta memorize them now. Gotta memorize them now. You think you could perform the first and second act now. You recite them on the way home - they're not quite there. You pop in the CD. Gotta memorize them now. Your director will never make you a lead again if you don't memorize your lines. Gotta memorize them now. Costume fitting at noon the next day. You've been rehearsing since 6am. Gotta memorize them now. "Do you have your lines memorized?" the seamstress asks as idle conversation. "No, not yet." "Better memorize them now," she says. She tightens the measuring tape around your head. "I know." Gotta memorize them Why don't you have them memorized? Isn't this supposed to be easy? Isn't it supposed to come naturally? Are you meant to be a lead?
  • Aquarius: Disney is your THING. Especially Beauty and the Beast. You were Belle for four Halloweens in a row and you've seen the movie hundreds of times. You're so excited there's an opening for any role at all! It's pretty much your childhood dream to be part of a Beauty and the Beast production! Of course you'd sing a song from the show, you already know all the words! You show up for your audition in all black, sheet music ready to go, and you hit every note and jerk a tear from one of the judges during your monologue. It's amazing. It's the best audition you've ever had and the first time you've walked out of one feeling confident in yourself. That role is yours and soon you'll be in the ballroom scene, waltzing in a fancy gown to the closing number. It's all you can talk about for the next two years.
  • Pisces: Oh no. Who is that over there, crying at the dark side of the makeup tables? Do they know you're in here? You stop changing your costume, overalls hanging halfway off, still holding a shoe and a top hat to run over to them. "Hey, are you okay?" Their eyes widen in shock and their face turns bright red - obviously they had no idea you'd run in here to change. "What happened?" They're avoiding eye contact...maybe you should go away? You think you saw them earlier off stage getting chewed out for having green castle blocks. "Is it the set manager? They're pretty mean, I know. I don't think they know how to express their feelings except by yelling swear words. Like Eminem." They smile a little. You realize you've already missed your entrance in the dance onstage, but it doesn't really matter, you already know the whole thing. Your choreographer should understand. "What's your name?" They stutter a bit but they manage to push out some words. You smile. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up." You run into the corner bathroom, quickly wet a paper towel, and run back with it, tripping over your cane to offer it to them. They laugh and take the paper towel, saying "Thanks." You stand up with the cane like you totally meant to do that, smiling like the biggest freaking dork in the universe.

Dear Syco intern,

I’m slightly offended that you didn’t include me into your recent “what would it take for you to give up your belief and accept this farce as legit” little tour, but I want to display my complete dedication as a fan and simultaneously give you a hand, because I’m very aware of how hard your job can be. So, here’s a few tips right out of my hat, something basic I’m sure you can elaborate with accurate backgrounds.

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ok but imagine a modern bellarke au where Clarke is on the phone with her best friend and roommate Octavia during a huge storm and she’s trying to get back to their apartment, except the storm is too bad and she’s stranded in the middle of a flash flood, and her phone is about to die, and the last thing Clarke hears is Octavia saying, “Just go to my brother’s place.”

Clarke drives her car until the flash flood hits, and then she’s running, practically swimming, through the storm to safety. When there’s only one block to go, she sees him.

Bellamy. He’s holding a flashlight and holding a raincoat. When he sees her, he calls out, “Nice night for a walk, isn’t it?”

It almost makes Clarke laugh, but she’s too tired and too soggy to find anything particularly funny at the moment. When she reaches Bellamy, she gratefully accepts the raincoat, even though she’s already soaked down to her skin, and follows him back toward his house.

As soon as he shuts the door, everything goes quiet. No more howling wind, no more hammering rain. The only sound Clarke seems to hear is her own pounding heartbeat. Bellamy shrugs off his raincoat and helps Clarke out of hers. 

“Can I get you anything? Tea? A change of clothes?” He asks.

“A hot shower might be nice, actually,” she says. And then she adds, “I wouldn’t say no to some tea, though.”

He shows her to the bathroom and tells her where everything is, and then he brings her a pair of his pajamas. He doesn’t tell her that they’re his favorite ones, or that they’re the softest, coziest ones he owns. Then he leaves Clarke to shower while he makes some tea.

Bellamy’s bathroom is clean, which isn’t that surprising, given his personality. She also likes that there’s no clutter - no hair products or lotions or makeup spread out over the counter, like the bathroom she shares with Octavia. Clarke even likes that there are only two things in the shower: a three-in-one shampoo, conditioner, and body wash, and a loofah. She breathes in the familiar, manly scent of the three-in-one and smiles as she uses it. She kind of likes that she’ll smell like him now.

Once she’s fully warmed and washed up, she wraps herself in a fluffy, oversized bath towel (which she knows is a gift from Octavia, because she helped pick them out - and dang she made a good choice) and then gets dressed after a few minutes of snooping around in the cupboards. His pajamas smell like her favorite fabric softener and something else that she knows is just Bellamy, and it makes her smile.

She’s still smiling when she emerges from the bathroom, all pink-skinned and toasty warm, and Bellamy asks, “Good shower?” from where he stands in the kitchen, stirring something on the stove.

“Mmhmm,” she nods in assent, and then asks, “What’s that?”

“Mom’s famous stew. Chicken Afritada. I’m just reheating some for us.”

“It smells wonderful,” Clarke says. She watches him dish up two bowls and then make places at the little kitchen table, complete with silverware and glasses.

When she tells him he didn’t have to go to so much trouble just for her, he shakes his and and smiles and tells her that he doesn’t mind at all.