drownine

OKAY but like hoseok’s little timeline for yoongi’s birthday is giving me major feels like they went from

smol predebut cuties

to slightly bigger cuties

and then debut year cuties

to aesthetic photo shoot cuties

to holding successful concert cuties

and still making time to match cuties

and finally to the present day cuties they are

but seriously this timeline was the cutest thing ever and i am drownin in feels 😭😩😍

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Boy you got me helpless
Look into your eyes, and the sky’s the limit, I’m helpless
Down for the count, and I’m drownin’ in ‘em!

Please forgive me for what I’ve done to your masterpiece LMM, I just really wanted to draw a loyal as hell blue kid from a big family who always feels second best swooning over over a hotheaded, reckless orphan soldier with beautiful eyes

….but I went with Lance and Keith instead of Eliza and Alexander

Harry, you’re drowning!

So remember last year when the first trailer of Dunkirk came out and there was a glimpse of Harry drowning and we were all freaking out? I had this small piece in my drafts since then haha xx M

It was just a regular Sunday. You were at your boyfriend, Harry’s house for the weekend. You had a whole month off from Uni, which you were so grateful for. You had been coped up in school that you couldn’t spend enough time with Harry ever since his hiatus started. But now that you were free, you planned to spend as much time as possible with Harry. 

Currently, you were sitting in his living room, scrolling through twitter on your phone while Harry was doing something in the kitchen. 

All of a sudden, your phone blows up with notifications in your twitter mentions. You furrow your eyebrows, wondering why so many people were tweeting you all of a sudden. You look through your mentions and see a certain video in the tweets. At the top of it was written DUNKIRK TRAILER #1 and just from reading that your eyes are as wide as saucers, your heart lodging in your throat. 

The trailer is out! The trailer of the movie that your boyfriend starred in. The trailer of the movie that was directed by Christopher Nolan. The movie that your fucking boyfriend starred in that was directed by Christopher fucking Nolan! Did he know it was being released? He didn’t say anything to you about it. Not once did he even hint at it. 

Oh if he knew, he was going to get it. You thought.

You weren’t prepared when you clicked on the link. Ignoring the tweets that mention any spoilers, you bring your legs up on the couch and sit criss cross with your phone turned horizontal so you can see the video in full screen. You give a quick glance towards the kitchen, seeing that Harry still wasn’t back yet. 

You clear your throat, your full attention solely focusing on the screen of your phone. It starts off calm before things suddenly get intense and your eyes widen, watering with tears. Your mouth is agape, the small tears streaming down your face this time when you see your boyfriend drowning on the screen with a terrified look on his face. You pause, putting your hand on your chest because your boyfriend was fucking drowning. And you weren’t there to fucking save him!

You rewind again to the part where he was drowning, watching it a few more times because you couldn’t believe how overwhelmed you felt. You didn’t know if the tears on your face are from pride or because you just had to witness your boyfriend drown with a helpless look on his face.

After re watching your boyfriend drown three or four more times, you finish the rest of the trailer. You close out the video, your mouth still agape as you read through the tweets. 

Y/N, HARRY WaS DrOWNING JDJKSKF!!!!! 

POOR FROG! WE WEREN’T ThERe TO SAVE hIM! *CRIES* 

And you thought, same

Many of the tweets are incoherent and you couldn’t understand half of them but you didn’t mind because you totally understood why. You still felt shocked and overwhelmed. Your heart was bursting with so many different emotions. Quickly you exit out of the app and throw your phone on the couch next to you.

“Harryyy!!” Your voice cracks as you call out his name from the living room. You hear a loud BANG followed by his voice groaning Fuck! And your eyebrows raise up in concern, wondering what just happened. 

The sound of your voice cracking and on the verge of crying immediately made him drop everything he was doing and quickly rush out of the kitchen. Not before accidentally stubbing his toe against the wall. 

He sees you sniffling, wiping the tears off your face with the sleeves of his oversize sweater that you stole from him. He ignores the throbbing pain in his toe, kneeling on the floor in front of the couch so he can be eye level with you. He cups your face in his humongous hands, thumbs wiping the excess tears from your face. 

“Oi! S’wrong? Wha’s happenin’ love?” He asks worriedly. 

You shake your head, a frown on your face, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly. He was okay. He was okay. You don’t say anything and just bury your face into the crook of his neck, sniffling against it. He ignores the fact that your runny nose from your tears is touching the skin of his neck. He wraps his arms tightly against your back tightly, rubbing his hands up and down your back in a soothing manner.

He holds you for a few minutes before pulling back and cupping your face again. “Wha’ happened?” He asks you in concern. 

“I-I was on twitter a-and–” He interrupts you with a stern look on his face.

“Were yeh readin’ those nasty an’ mean tweets, love?” He accuses, not letting you finish. “Told yeh not t’read those!” He scolds. “They’re just jealous of–”

You roll your eyes and huff, bringing your hand up to pinch his lips together to shut him up. He crosses his eyes to look down at your hand pinching his lips before looking back up at you.

“No, I wasn’t reading those mean tweets!” You tell him.

He taps his finger against your hand, urging you to let go see he could talk and you do. You look down in your lap and intertwine your hand with his, the one that wasn’t holding your face.

“Then why yeh cryin’, love?”

A sigh emits from your mouth, “I was on twitter and all of a sudden I’m being mentioned in these tweets and I look and I see that the trailer for your movie comes out and I–” Harry’s face quickly turns from understanding to disbelief, “I just watched it and you were drowning! Harry, you were drowning!!” You wail out.

“’s tha’ why yeh were cryin’? ‘Cos I was drownin’ in a film?” You nod, pouting sadly and he wants to kiss you but he holds himself back. 

All of a sudden he laughs out loud, his hand letting go of your face to land on his chest. It was the kind of laugh that you thought was cute and obnoxious at the same time and usually it’s when he really thinks something is funny. 

You glare at him, crossing your arms of your chest. “That’s not funny!” 

Harry ignores you, continuing to laugh. “’course it is! I was just actin’ , love. See, ‘m here aren’t I? Was just makin’ tea in the kitchen, you nugget.” He scolds softly, chuckling at your angry glare.

You let out a shaky sigh, breaking your angry facade. “But you looked so terrified!” You instantly forget that you’re suppose to be angry with him and bring him close to you again by grabbing either side of his face and pucker your lips against his a couple of times in short kisses.

Harry smiles, loving the sudden affection and responds to each kiss.

 “Love,” Kiss. “Yeh,” Kiss. “Pet.” Kiss. He halts you from giving him another kiss, holding your face in his hands and rubs his thumb underneath your eye. “Can’t get rid o’ me unless yeh tell me to leave yeah? Even then, ‘m gonna have a hard time leavin’ yeh.”

You shake your head in rebuttal. You’re never going to let him go. “I’m never gonna tell you to leave.” You say firmly. “You’re stuck with me.”

Harry fake cries in misery and you push at his chest again. He quickly grabs your wrists in his, holding your hands against his chest and leans in to kiss the side of your nose and under your eye.

 “’m glad. No one else I’d rather be stuck with.”

You beam at him, kissing his lips again. This time it was a long kiss. The one where your lips would move in sync and he would tease your lips with his tongue, nudging it against your bottom lip to open your mouth. You would part your lips to grant access and he would immediately let his tongue roam in your mouth. Your sweet kiss turning into a hot make out session. You pull back with a loud POP to take a breath and look into his eyes, him doing the same, his chest heaving slightly. 

His lips are wet and super red from your kissing and you were about to lean in again but before you do, you say something. 

“You actually still managed to look good even when you’re drowning.” You tell him honestly and he cackles loudly, green eyes brighter than ever. 

“‘m I suppose t’say thank you or summat?” He questions and you nod, making him chuckle again.

You pecks his lips again and say, “And I really love you.”

He gives you his cute dimpled smile, “I love yeh too, yeh goof.”

He lean in to kiss you again, your hands tangling in his hair while his grab the sides of your neck softly. You press your lips against his harder this time, immediately opening your mouth again for his tongue but pull back as soon as it happens. 

“Pet!” He whines like a child who’s just been told he isn’t allowed to have ice cream. “‘m tryin’ t’kiss yeh but yeh keep interruptin’! Wha’ have yeh got to say now?”

You pout, brows furrowing in annoyance. “Was just gonna tell you I wanted to give you a blowjob,” You grumble.

His eyes quickly widen, mouth agape at your blunt words. He wasn’t going to complain about that. If this is how you were going to get whenever he stars in a movie, he should really consider an acting career. 

“‘M sorry, love!”  He quickly apologizes and you shake your head in denial. 

“Too late,” You tell him sternly, causing him to quickly pout, knowing you won’t be able to resist for long with his eyes and lips. 

“Pleaseeee,” He begs, fluttering his eyes and you sigh, hating him for being so cute. 

“Fine. Since you deserve it,” You give in and he beams happily like a child on Christmas. 

He stands up from the floor, his bones crunching in his knees from the sudden stretch. He raises his arms above his head, letting out a loud content sigh. You notice his shirt ride up, the ferns on his hips being displayed and the small trail of hair that leads to place where you were about to put your mouth. 

You wrap your arms around his waist, pushing his shirt up to touch his smooth muscle with your hands. You kiss around his tummy, making him giggle cutely. You look up at him, your head resting against his hard abdomen.

“Hey,” You say, making him look down at you. His hand tangles in your hair, massaging your head. 

“Hm?” He hums, brow raising in question.

“I’m really proud of you,” You tell him, gazing at his face that brightens, his heart shaped lips turning into a soft grin. 

“Know yeh are, pet. Know yeh are.” Because he really does. And there’s no one else he’d want more proud than you.

And in that afternoon, you really show him how proud you are of him.


I hate myself for doing this. 

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hamilton meme: ships [3 of 3] » alexander hamilton & eliza schyuler 

“look into your eyes and the sky’s the limit i’m helpless! down for the count and i’m drownin’ in ‘em. // i’m writin’ a letter nightly now my life gets better, every letter that you write me”

Helpless (Lams)

(john)

Oh, I do I do I do I (Hey hey hey hey)
Dooo! Hey! (Hey hey hey hey)
Oh, I do I do I do I (Hey hey hey hey)
Dooo! Boy you got me (Hey hey hey)

Helpless!
Look into your eyes, and the sky’s the limit
I’m helpless!
Down for the count, and I’m drownin’ in ‘em


I have never been the type to try and grab the spotlight
We were at a revel with some ladies on a hot night
Laughin’ at my brother as he’s dazzling the room
Then you walked in and my heart went “Boom!”
Tryin’ to catch your eye from the side of the ballroom
Everybody’s dancin’ and the band’s top volume

Grind to the rhythm as we wine and dine


Grab my brother and whisper, “Yo, this one’s mine.” (Ooh)
My brother made his way across the room to you (Ooh)
And I got nervous, thinking, “What’s he gonna do?” (Ooh)
he grabs you by the arm, I’m thinkin’ “I’m through” (Ooh)
Then you look back at me, and suddenly I’m…

Helpless!
Oh, look at those eyes (Look into your eyes, and the sky’s the limit)
Oh! Yeah, I’m helpless, I know
(Down for the count and I’m drownin’ in 'em)
(I’m helpless!)
I’m so into you, I am so into you
(Look into your eyes, and the sky’s the limit)
(I’m helpless!)
I know I’m down for the count and I’m drownin’ in 'em

[Hamilton:]
Where are you taking me?

[lafayette]

I’m about to change your life

[Hamilton:]
Then by all means, lead the way

[John]

Hey, Alex. How’s it going?

[Hamilton:]
John?

{lafayette]
My (gay) brother 

[john]
Thank you for all your service

[Hamilton:]
If it takes fighting a war for us to be together, it will have been worth it

[lafayette]
I’ll leave you to it

{John]
One week later


I’m writin’ a letter nightly
Now my life gets better, every letter that you write me
Laughin’ at my brother, 'cause he wants to form a harem

[lafayette]
I’m just sayin’, if you really loved me, you’ll let me read the letters

[john]
Ha!
Two weeks later in the living room stressin’ (stressin’)
My father’s stone-faced while you’re asking for his blessin’ (blessin’)
I’m dying inside, as you wine and dine
And I’m tryin’ not to cry 'cause there’s nothing that your mind can’t do (Ooh)

My father makes his way across the room to you (Ooh)
I panic for a second, thinking, “We’re through.” (Ooh)
But then he shakes your hand and says, “Be true.” (Ooh)
And you turn back to me smiling, and I’m…

(Hey!)
Helpless!
(Look into your eyes, and the sky’s the limit)
I’m helpless, hoo
(Down for the count and I’m drownin’ in 'em I’m helpless!)
Yes mommy, that boy is mine
(Look into your eyes, and the sky’s the limit)
(I’m helpless!)
Helpless!
Down for the count and I’m drownin’ in 'em

[Hamilton:]
Laurens, I don’t have a dollar to my name
An acre of land, a troop to command, a dollop of fame
All I have’s my honor, a tolerance for pain
A couple of college credits and my top-notch brain
Insane, your family brings out a different side of me
 hercules confides in me, lafayette tried to take a bite of me
No stress, my love for you is never in doubt
We’ll get a little place in Harlem and we’ll figure it out
I’ve been livin’ without a family since I was a child
My father left, my mother died, I grew up buckwild
But I’ll never forget my mother’s face, that was real
And long as I’m alive, john, swear to God
You’ll never feel so…

(john and Alex)
{Helpless!} (I do I do I do I do!) john…
{Helpless!} (I do I do I do I do!) I’ve never felt so
{Helpless!} (Hey, yeah, yeah!)
{Down for the count and I’m drownin’ in 'em}
(Down for the count and I’m)
My life is gon’ be fine 'cause John’s in it {Helpless!}
(I look into your eyes, and the sky’s the limit)
{Helpless!}
(I’m) {Helpless!}
{Down for the count and I’m drownin’ in 'em}

[*wedding march plays*]

[All women:]
In New York you can be a new man
In New York you can be a new man
In New York you can be a new man

[john]
Helpless

Everything Johnny Cade says in the book.

“Leave her alone, Dally.”

“You sure didn’t show it. Nobody talks to Dally like that.”

“Sixteen.”

“How come y’all ain’t scared of us like you were Dally?”

“Dally’s okay. He’s tough, but he’s a cool old guy.”

“Hey, Two-Bit.”

“Aw, cut it out! Dally was bothering them and when he left they wanted us to sit with them to protect them. Against wisecracking greasers like you, probably.”

“Soda?”

“There was a whole bunch of them. A blue Mustang full…I got so scared..”

“Your boyfriends?”

“Gee, I thought you and Darry and Soda got along real well…”

“It’s the truth. I don’t care.”

“It’s because we’re greasers. We could have hurt her reputation.”

“Man, that was a tuff car. Mustangs are tuff.”

“I can’t take much more. I’ll kill myself or something.”

“Well, I won’t. But I gotta do something. It seems like there’s gotta be someplace without greasers or Socs, with just people. Plain, ordinary people.”

“Ponyboy. Hey, Pony, wake up.”

“I don’t know. I went to sleep, too, listening to you rattle on and on. You’d better get home I think I’ll stay all night out here.

“Okay.”

“Easy, Ponyboy. We’ll be okay.”

“Well, don’t be. You’re scarin’ me. What happened? I never seen you bawl like that.”

“I think I like it better when the old man’s hittin’ me. At least then I know he knows who I am. I walk in that house, and nobody says anything. I walk out, and nobody says anything. I stay away all night, and nobody notices. At least you got Soda. I ain’t got nobody.”

“It ain’t the same as having your own folks care about you. It just ain’t the same.”

“Okay. Okay.”

“Ain’t you about to freeze to death, Pony?”

“I don’t know. But I bet they’re looking for us. We picked up their girls.”

“It’s too late now. Here they come.”

“You’re outa your territory. You’d better watch it.”

“I killed him. I killed that boy.”

“Go ahead. I won’t look at you.”

“Yeah. I had to. They were drowning you, Pony. They might have killed you. And they had a blade…they were gonna be me up…”

“Yeah. Like they did before.”

“They ran when I stabbed him. They all ran.”

“Calm down, Ponyboy. Get ahold of yourself.”

“We gotta get outa here. Get somewhere. Run away. The police’ll be here soon. We’ll need money. And maybe a gun. And a plan.”

“Dally. Dally’ll get us outa here.”

“I think at Buck Merril’s place. There’s a party over there tonight. Dally said somethin’ about it this afternoon.”

“Dally! We gotta see Dally.”

“We figured you could get us out if anyone could. I’m sorry we got you away from the party.”

“Wish I had me a weed.”

“Sure, Dally, thanks.”

“Now.”

“The first stop’ll be Windrixville. I don’t see why he gave me this. I couldn’t shoot anybody.”

“Blast it, Ponyboy. You must have put my legs to sleep. I can’t even stand up. I barely got off that train.”

“That’s okay. I didn’t want to wake you up until I had to.”

“Go ask someone. The story won’t be in the paper yet. Make like a farm boy taking a walk or something.”

“I’ll have to stay here. You go down the road and ask the first person you see where Jay Mountain is. Then come back. And for Pete’s sake, run a comb through your hair and quit slouching down like a thug.”

“You know, you look an awful lot like Sodapop, the way you’ve got your hair and everything. I mean, except your eyes are green.”

“Shoot, you are too.”

“I swear, Ponyboy, you’re gettin’ to act more like Two-Bit every day.”

“Come on inside. Dally told us to stay inside.”

“A week’s supply of baloney, two loaves of bread, a box of matches…”

“I remembered you sayin’ something about it once. And me and you went to see that movie, ‘member? I thought you could maybe read it out loud and help kill time or something.”

“We’re gonna cut our hair, and you’re gonna bleach yours. They’ll have our descriptions in the paper. We can’t fit ‘em.”

“We’d have to anyway if we got caught. You know the first thing a judge does is make you get a haircut.”

“I don’t know either—it’s just a way of trying to break us. They can’t really do anything to guys like Curly Shepard or Tim; they’ve had about everything done to them. And they can’t take anything away from them because they don’t have anything in the first place. So they cut their hair.”

“Oh, come on, Ponyboy. It’ll grow back.”

“No. We gotta bleach it first.”

“Cut the front and thin out the rest. I’ll comb it back after I wash it.”

“Go ahead and cut it.”

“I guess—I guess we’re disguised.”

“Oh, shoot. It’s just hair.”

“Well, we got to get used to it. We’re in big trouble and it’s our looks or us.”

“I’m sorry I cut off your hair, Ponyboy.”

“I know. Things have been happening so fast…”

“Two-Bit shoulda been in that little one-horse store. Man, we’re in the middle of nowhere; the nearest house is two miles away. Things were layin’ out wide open, just waitin’ for somebody slick like Two-Bit to come and pick ‘em up. He coulda walked out with half the store. Good ol’ Two-Bit.”

“Stop it! Shut up about last night! I killed a kid last night. He couldn’t of been over seventeen or eighteen, and I killed him. How’d you like to live with that?”

“I didn’t mean to, but they was drownin’ you, and I was so scared…There sure is a lot of blood in people.”

“This is my fault for bringin’ a thirteen-year-old kid along. You ought to go home. You can’t get into any trouble. You didn’t kill him.”

“I didn’t mean it like that, Ponyboy. Don’t cry, Pony, we’ll be okay. Don’t cry…”

“Yeah.”

“Nope. We’re all cried out now. We’re gettin’ used to the idea. We’re gonna be okay now.”

“I bet they were cool ol’ guys. They remind me of Dally.”

“Yeah…in the manners bit, and the charm, too, I guess. But one night I saw Dally gettin’ picked up by the fuzz, and he kept real cool and calm the whole time. They was gettin’ him for breakin’ out the windows in the school building, and it was Two-Bit who did that. And Dally knew it. But he just took the sentence without battin’ an eye or even denyin’ it. That’s gallant.”

“Golly. That sure is pretty.”

“The mist was what was pretty. All gold and silver.”

“Too bad it couldn’t stay like that all the time.”

“What?”

“Where’d you learn that? That was what I meant.”

“You know, I never noticed colors and clouds and stuff until you kept reminding me about them. It seems like they were never there before. Your family sure is funny.”

“I didn’t mean nothing. I meant, well, Soda kinda looks like your mother did, but he acts just exactly like your father. And Darry is the spittin’ image of your father, but he ain’t wild and laughing all the time like he was. He acts like your mother. And you don’t act like either one.”

“Yeah. I guess we’re different.”

“You’re starved?”

“Yeah. Whatever gave you the idea we ain’t?”

“You sure can cuss good, Dally.”

“You’d better believe it.”

“Gee, it sure will be good to get into a car again.”

“A spy? Who?”

“Cherry? The Soc?”

“Yeah.”

“We’re goin’ back and turn ourselves in.”

“I said we’re goin’ back and turn ourselves in.”

“I got a good chance of bein’ let off easy. I ain’t got no record with the fuzz and it was self-defense. Ponyboy and Cherry can testify to that. And I don’t aim to stay in that church all my life.”

“We won’t tell that you helped us, Dally, and we’ll give you back the gun and what’s left of the money and say we hitchhiked back so you won’t get into trouble. Okay?”

“I’m sure. It ain’t fair for Ponyboy to have to stay up in that church with Darry and Soda worryin’ about him all the time. I don’t guess…I don’t guess my parents are worried about me or anything?”

“My parents, did they ask about me?”

“I was scared. I still am. I guess we ruined our hair for nothing, Ponyboy.”

“Would you rather have me living in hide-outs for the rest of my life, always on the run?”

“Hey, Ponyboy.”

“The window stopped him.”

‘Naw…Too fat.”

“Where’s the kids?”

“Shut up! We’re goin’ to get you out!”

“Get out!”

“Hey, y’all.”

“Don’t…don’t let me put enough grease on my hair. “

“He came by.”

“Came to see Dally.”

“Tuff enough.”

“The book—can you get another one?”

“Yeah, it just hurts sometimes. It usually don’t…I can’t feel anything below the middle of my back…”

“I’m pretty bad off, ain’t I, Pony?”

“I won’t be able to walk again. Not even on crutches. Busted my back.”

“You want to know something, Ponyboy? I’m scared stiff. I used to talk about killing myself…I don’t want to die now. It ain’t long enough. Sixteen years ain’t long enough. I wouldn’t mind it so much if there wasn’t so much I ain’t done yet and so many things I ain’t seen. It’s not fair. You know what? That time we were in Windrixville was the only time I’ve been away from our neighborhood.”

“I don’t want to see her.”

“I said I don’t want to see her. She’s probably come to tell me about all the trouble I’m causing her and about how glad her and the old man’ll be when I’m dead. Well, tell her to leave me alone. For once—for once just to leave me alone.”

“Hey.”

“Useless…fighting’s no good…”

“Ponyboy.”

Stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay gold.”

I’mma make you mine by the end of the summer.

Summer trip AU Lance aaaaaaa fjdsjfjdfjg….. this AU is so cute ;;; I want to thank the academy–

Airman First Class | ED

Originally posted by x-sempre

June 7, 1941 | Tripler General Hospital — Oahu, Hawaii

Seaman Apprentice Harvey Clark was horribly sunburnt, most likely the worst case I’d ever seen. His skin was as red as a lobster, and he was cryin’ like a newborn baby just whipped on the behind. Those Navy men never knew when to put their shirts on, and mister Harvey was surely one of ‘em. “Now you’re just gonna have to go on and lay there for a while, mister Clark. You’ll be alright, but if you keep rollin’ around them bedsheets you’re gonna peel that skin right off.” His grunts and groans were of a little boy, you’d think a man in the military could take a sunburn every once in a while.

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Karaoke Night

Daveed Diggs x Reader, Hamilcast!

Author: Lil Lambie

Words: 2795

Warnings: Alcohol, implied smut, kissing

Request: (Summarized) @sunshinelafayette Imagine where reader is a stagehand, the hamilcast invites reader out for a drink and reader gets really drunk and opens up and then Daveed takes them home and a drunk confession that they love Daveed?

A/N: This is defintely longer than I’m used to, but I did what I could! This took a long time to write, and I don’t know if I’ll get another imagine out tonight. Because I feel like it is three imagines lol. But if I do, it will probably be a shorter one. But, we will see. Enjoy!


Pippa was singing her last lines on stage. The show was drawing to a close. The rest of the cast were huddled against the curtain watching her deliver them so beautifully. A roar of applause erupted and the cast ran to bow on the stage.

“Spotlight on Lin,” you said to the lights manager. “fade into all backlights.” The crewmember moved their fingers over the keyboard and you watched closely.

You were a stagehand, but not the stage manager as you wish you were. No one really was except for Lin. You just did more than was in your job description. You had watched Hamilton dozens of times now. It never failed to make you cry. You weren’t one for conversation backstage, you gave your orders and did your job.

A few minutes later, after everyone had bowed, the cast returned glowing with sweat and joy. “Another great show, guys!” Lin shouted. Everyone congratulated each other.

“We should celebrate!” Anthony shouted.

“We still got a couple dozen shows to go before our season is over.” Lin said.

“Who cares?” John laughed, throwing his hand on Lin’s back. “It’s Friday night, it was a great show. No better excuse to go have karaoke night at a bar!”

“Yeah!” someone shouted and soon everyone joined in

Lin laughed and smiled. “Okay, we will go in an hour.”

Everyone cheered.

You wandered away from the circle of the cast, back over to your supply room. Daveed caught you when he was slipping off his magenta jacket. “Hey, (Y/N), you coming?”

“Uh, what?” you laughed nervously.

“You know what I said! I said are you coming to karaoke night at the bar with us tonight?”

“Umm…I’m not much of a singer. That’s kind of why I’m a stagehand.”

“Oh, I doubt that so much.” he laughed. “I have seen you backstage, singing along. I’ve seen you from the stage and from backstage. You have a great voice and I don’t get why you don’t perform. You could be a backup dancer at least! You deserve so much more, (Y/N)!”

“Oh, Daveed, really I’m not…” you blushed. “I have stagefright. I like helping with stuff backstage, so I’m fine not singing.”

“Fine.” he leaned on his chair. You started to walk away. “But, just come to the bar tonight. We are going to have loads of fun. All of the cast is going to be there. You don’t have to sing if you don’t want to. It’s just, everyone is celebrating. I don’t want you to be left out.” Daveed smiled.

“Fine.” you said blandly, trying to hide your excitement.

“Fine.” Daveed laughed, imitating you with a voice much higher than your own.

You laughed and walked away.

++++++

The bar was packed for a Wednesday night. All of the cast and most of the crew was there. The crew hung by at their own table. One of your friends on the crew invited you over. You went to sit down with them.

A hand touched yours, and gently pulled you away. A smooth chaste voice singing, “No, no, no,” he sang melodically. “you said you were going to have drinks with the cast, and you are.”

You waved helplessly to your friend and let Daveed take you away. The main cast was circled around a large table. Lin and Anthony walked back over with shots of tequila in their hands. Lin smirked smugly at you and slid one over to you.

“I thought we were just having beer, not hard liquor.” you said to Daveed as you sat down next to him.

“That wouldn’t be any fun.” he laughed, taking his shot and slamming it triumphantly on the table. Everyone cheered.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Lin shouted. “It’s your turn!” Everyone else had already taken their shots.

“No, I really think I’ll just have a beer.”

“Come on!” someone yelled.

They all began chanting your name. “(Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N)! Do it! Do it! Do it!”

Daveed chanted, smiling smugly at you. “(Y/N)!” he chanted. “Do it! Do it! Do it and you’re cool!” he teased.

You rolled your eyes and grabbed the shot. You threw it down. You coughed. You had never had hard liquor before. You weren’t really one for alcohol. If you did have any, it would be a cold beer in your apartment alone watching re-runs of your favorite shows. The tequila burned your throat and blazed your throat as it slid down. It was sharp, but it made you feel alive.

“Yeah!” Everyone cheered.

“You are pretty cool, (Y/N).” Daveed teased. You rolled your eyes at him.

Lin and a few other guys returned with beer glasses for everyone. You stared at it for a moment. Everyone took a swing. You finally followed suit.

“Whoa! Slow down, (Y/N)!” Pippa laughed. “You are going to get wasted if you keep drinking like that!”

“Keep ‘em coming!” you shouted to Lin. You had carelessly drank three glasses full already. You chugged the next one he handed you.

“Wow!” he laughed.

You slammed it down on the table and cried out. “Hell yeah! Let’s do this!”

The group laughed and Daveed smiled at you. “Woohoo!” they cheered. “I like this side of you.” Daveed smirked.

You ignored him and ran up to the microphone. No one was really in the mood to sing after the long show. There were a bunch of drunk hacks you tried to sing. One got up and sang “My Heart Will Go On,” who you practically booed off stage. Daveed had laughed and called you a tough critic.

You told the DJ your request.

The lights focused on you. Daveed smiled at you. “Hey! Hey! Hey!” you sang.

Daveed smiled wide when he realized what you were singing. Everyone directed their attention to you. You started singing outrageously. “Helpless! Looking into your eyes and the sky’s the limit I’m helpless! Down for the count, I’m drownin’ in ‘em!”

You breezed through the song. “Then you walked in and mY HEART WENT BOOOOM!” you made an explosion sound and made gestures around your chest. Daveed laughed hysterically, throwing his head back. You belted the rest of the song and the cast and crew cheered you on.

Daveed stood up and applauded, laughing at you. He even did Lin’s part in the song. “Heeelplessss!” you belted out the last word. You transitioned into Satisfied and Daveed harmonized with you.

Daveed ended up joining you and you sang duets of hits from Hamilton, other broadway musicals and some classic rock songs, banging your head to it. You rapped with Daveed on “Guns and Ships.” Lin had pulled out his phone and was recording all of this.

He stole the microphone from your hand and started rapping rapidly, while bouncing around, throwing around his hands. You stood next to him, still rapping but not as fast. You were in awe of your few. The lights highlighted the sweat on Daveed’s dark face and hair. His curly hair bounced around. He broke out in a dance moves, grinding to a classic rock song he requested.

After both of you were exhausted, and you were completely hammered you wandered back to the table. Daveed hand his steady hand on your shoulder, guiding you back. You slumped in the chair.

Everyone started to say their goodbyes and finished up their conversations. Getting ready to go home. “DaaaVEEED!” you screamed.

Daveed turned around laughing as he was talking to Jonathan. “What?”

“G-g-get me another beeeer. PleeEASE!”

“No, no, no,” he laughed, singing again in his dark velvet voice. It made you feel some special inside. He stood you up and leaned you against him. You fell into his chest, utterly wasted. “You’ve had enough beers tonight.” he laughed. “And your lifetime.”

“You gonna get home safe, (Y/N)?” Pippa smiled concerned at you.

“Yeah…I’ll just Uber or catch a bus…or a plane.” you chuckled.

Pippa’s smile faltered. “Umm…”

“Don’t worry about it, Pippa. I’ll take her home.”

“Thanks, Daveed. See ya!”

“See ya!”

They started clearing out of the bar. “Shall we go, (Y/N)?” Daveed laughed.

“Wha-where?”

“Let’s go.” He threw an arm around your shoulder and pulled you tight to his chest as he walked you to his car. He strapped you in the front seat and handed you a water. “You are going to have a killer hangover tomorrow, (Y/N).” he said, driving towards your apartment.

Daveed tried to make conversation, but your words slurred and your eyes kept falling. The world was spinning and everything was bright, but you felt like you were on cloud nine inside. You were with Daveed. He looked so perfect. The pursed focused look on his face as he ran through traffic lights. His hands loose on the steering wheel. He looked over at you occassionally asking if you were okay. You never really gave him a full answer.

“We’re here!” Daveed shouted.

“Shhhhh! It’s a library!” you whispered.

Daveed chuckled. “Let’s get you inside.”

He parked and came around to your door. He unbuckled you and pulled you out. You leaned against him. He carried you up the stairs to your apartment, you laid your head against his chest. Your eyes falling.

“This is it.” Daveed said, setting you back on your feet.

You tried to reach back for his neck when he put you down, like a child reaching for its mother. “T-T-Thanks, verry much, Daveeed!”

“Shh,  you’re welcome.” he laughed. “You going to get to bed fine?”

“Oh, yeah, I’m just gonna open the door and fall right on the floor and go to sleeeeep.”

“Let me help you inside.” he smiled.

He grabbed your keys from your pocket and fiddled with them in the lock. You leaned against the door. “Ya know what, Daveeeed?” you chuckled. “Ya are soooo cute! And hot. Ohmygod are you hot. The sun don’t got nothing on you! You are like a teddy bear made of chocolate,” you snorted, “you are so cute, smart, and funny. And you give me cuddles when I want them!”

“We haven’t cuddled.” Daveed laughed.

“Whaaa? I thought we had! Well, I want to hug my chocolate teddy bear. Because you are one! I’ve always really had a cruuush on you, Daveeed. You are so amazing and I’m like falling for you. I know I’m just a dumb stagehand, buuuuuut, I love you and your face and your lips and your bodddy, and your vooooice, oh its like chocolate. But most of all I love, yooooou…” you danced your fingers on his chest.

He was smiling wildly at you. You fell into him, and the door pushed open. He held your arms and looked down at you smiling. “(Y/N), you are hammered!” he laughed.

“I waaaaant you, Daveeeed, I haven’t said it because I didn’t want you to reject me. I like you, like, like like likeeee, like you.”

You pushed against him to get on your toes. To reach his lips. He moved closer to you.

Then your head fell limp to his chest. You began snoring.

Daveed laughed and picked you up in his arms, and cradled you. He laid you down on the couch and threw a blanket over you. He closed and locked the door. He pulled your shoes off and tucked you in.

He sighed at the door, then looked back at you. Your head was half off the sofa, your hair hanging in front of your face, you were drooling. He laughed and smiled at you.

He grabbed a blanket for himself and sat against the sofa. His head by your feet and closed his eyes.

+++++

“OH MY GOD!” you screamed. You threw the blanket off and fell backwards off the couch.

Daveed woke up and ran to help you.

“Hey! Heyyy, it’s okay, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” he helped you sit back down and ran to your kitchen to get you a glass of water.

“Oww.” you moaned. “My head is tHRoBing!”

“Well, you got wasted and you just fell on hardwood floor.”

“Wait, what?”

“You don’t remember, do you?”

“No. I don’t. Why was I drunk?”

Daveed laughed, amused. “After the show yesterday, we all went out for a drink at a karaoke bar. You drank a ton of beers and shots of tequila. You booed people off stage and said the randomest and most outlandish things. Then you went up and started singing a bunch of Hamilton songs. You owned the stage like you were Beyonce!

“Oh my goddd…” you groaned, covering your face in shame. “I’m so embarrassed.”

“Well, it gets better.” he smiled. “I went up and we did duets. We sang broadway and classic rock songs. After awhile you were speaking jibberish and didn’t really know what was going on. You were super drunk and we were all leaving, so I took you home. I carried you up your stairs…and you started saying somethings.”

“What did I say?” you ask nervously.

“You started talking about me. What you thought of me. You called me a chocolate teddy bear,” he giggled, “along with cute, funny, smart, hot…You told me I was hotter than the sun. Then you said, that you um, had a crush on me. You said you loved me. We almost kissed…buut, then you passed out and I brought you inside. I didn’t want to leave you alone, so I just slept on the floor.”

“Oh my god, Daveed, I am so sorry! I don’t know what,” you started talking but your temple throbbed. You closed your eyes for a moment. “I’m so sorry you had to see that.”

“No, don’t be. I loved singing with you. You were really light on your feet. You loosened up. You sang amazingly! You rapped Guns and Ships with me. I loved last night, (Y/N). Don’t say sorry to me, say sorry to yourself for the horrible hangover you have right now.”

“You aren’t mad?” you said.

“No, why would I be?”

“I just thought, that you would think I was a burden last night or something. Or get tired of me in general. That after all that I-uh in a humiliating fashion said, you would reject me or leave me or ignore me or something…But you didn’t.”

“Of course not!” he shouted. You winced. He frowned. “Sorry,” his voice softened. “(Y/N), I invited you, took you home, and stayed with you, because I care about you. I didn’t want anything to happen and I wanted to make sure that you were safe and got home okay. I could have just left you last night and forgot about everything that had happened, and you would never know, but I didn’t want that. I waited to see what you decided and what you felt. It wouldn’t be fair to you to do that. Plus, I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay with you…and see where this goes.”

“Daveed…” you whispered.

He grabbed you gently and kissed your lips. His touch was soft and warm. His hands were smooth and gentle, holding your hands. You closed your eyes and melted into the kiss. He tasted like chocolate. But not in the actual sense of the world. Kissing him was the sensation of chocolate. That perfect, relaxing, and amazing feeling. He wrapped his arms around you, and pushed your hair back.

You fell on the couch and pulled away, when the world started spinning again. “No, I can’t do this right now. I’m sorry.”

“Oh.” Daveed got up to leave.

“No! Not like that! Please stay!”

“Okay…” He sat down next to you.

“I’m just too tired right now, to kiss you. But I love it. I love you.”

“I love you too.” Daveed stole a kiss and leaned in.

He pulled away slyly. “It was the last one I promise.”

You smiled and laid back down and closed your eyes. “Can you stay with me?” you asked softly.

“Yeah.” he whispered.

He leaned against the sofa with you. You reached your hand to him and he held it. “With me.” you said.

“Yeah.” he smiled.

He still held your hand as he laid next to you, and let his arm fall over your stomach as you held hands. You turned over and burrowed your head in his chest. He smiled and pulled the blanket over you. He kissed your forehead.

Home wasn’t a place that you lived.

You had searched for satisfaction in yourself. You didn’t find any pure joy or enjoyment. You didn’t love anything. You hadn’t had the chance to.

Home is a place you find.

You found it in his arms.

Clear skies don’t suit me



I’m lost,

Caught in vacancy.

Caught in stare.

Upwards,

My pupils stretch,

Adjust, readjust,

Plaster themselves

Across bottomless sky,

The indigo swallows;

My eyes,

My thoughts.

Where are

The clouds?

Where are

The raindrops?

Where is the

Gray?

.

Sometimes it rains so

Hard, My mind blurs,

I want to dance,

I want to drown

In the downpour,

The thunder crackles,

Wind flurries,

The gray laughs

The gray cries.

I laugh, I cry.

This is chaos,

This is love.

.

Sometimes it rains so

hard, I forget

The sky is really blue.

.

~deAngelo “I curse the clarity”

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@thebrokenbeasts It’s a lotta things. First of all’s the feelin’ like I’m drownin’ and all that. Been… been pretty scared that I’ll drown just like Dad. It don’t bode too well with the fact I can’t seem to convince Tapu Koko to gimme a new Z ring. I mean… 

How’m I s’posed to get stronger if I can’t even go back and do my trials the right way? 

Hala says I ain’t ready yet… that I’m overwhelmed and that’s why I’m havin’ these dreams. That I need to take it slow. I don’t wanna take it slow. I wanna do things now! 

I’m ready to get better.

I just wish everybody could see it the way I see it. That they could feel it the way I feel it. Then maybe they’d understand. 

…I wish somebody else believed in me.”


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