got a bit behind on my list

Kiss Cam

Daveed Diggs x Reader

“Come on Y/N,” your co-worker Matt said to you. “Won’t you go out on one date with me? Just one date?”

He had been begging you for days now, not leaving you alone. It was getting annoying.

On the bright side he had some tickets to see the basketball game that you had really been wanting to go to.

“One date Matt. That’s all.”



The game was going well. You were intrigued by everything that was going on, not wanting to miss a single moment of it.

Matt didn’t seem to be interested in it at all. He would watch, then go on his phone and repeat that cycle all over again. It was no fun with him there.

But on the bright side you were sitting next to a really cute guy on your other side. He seemed to be enjoying the game, his friends and him were getting really into it.

You recognized them as the cast of Hamilton, a show that you had also been wanting to see for a long time.

You decided not to bother them, knowing that they were probably trying to enjoy their time off.

Halftime came and everyone was mulling about. The guys up in the booth were playing some music, and then the kiss cam came on.

It went through many cute couples before landing on you and Matt.

“Matt look,” you said, pointing towards the screen. He glanced up from his phone and nodded, ignoring you.

You gaped at him. After all this bugging about going on a date this is what you got?

You saw the other guy turn towards you.

You looked at him and he wiggled his eyebrows. You shrugged before leaning in for a kiss.

He kissed you long and deep, the crowd going wild.

Matt looked at you angrily. You shrugged, turning back to the man that you know fully recognized as Daveed Diggs.

Daveed laughed at Matt, giving him a smirk. The Hamilton cast were laughing, and now you were blushing.

“You can’t do that!” Matt cried, pointing an accusing finger at you. You shrugged again.

“I’m pretty sure that she can do whatever she want’s dude. Especially after you completely ignored her on that kiss cam. What kind of boyfriend are you?” Daveed asked.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you said, turning to Daveed with a smile. “This was only a one time thing.”

“Only a one time thing,” you glared at Matt. He rolled his eyes and got up and left.

“Well it seems like I’m on my own now,” you muttered, starting to gather your stuff. There didn’t seem like a point to staying anymore.

“Uh, thanks for your help,” you told Daveed, putting your coat on and walking up the stairs and out of the stadium.

“Hey wait!” someone called from behind you.

It was Daveed.

“Yes?” you asked him, confused.

“Uh I know this might be sudden, but do you think I could take you out for some dinner right now?”

He shuffled a little bit, seeming nervous.

You smiled.

“I’d like that.”

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When putting Jimin’s makeup on

 @slutlingar have fun ~ I got so heated while writing this out >< My Jimin feels are pourin’

Key: Y/N: (Your Name) // MA: (Makeup Artist)

Warning: A lot of sexual tension going on between the two of you 

Y/N: What’s going on?

MA: Jimin only wants you to do his makeup

Y/N: *eyebrows raised* I’m sure if you coax him a bit he’ll liste-

JM: Y/N! Come here

Y/N: *walks over* Is something the matter?

JM: *mumbles* I’ve missed you…

Y/N: *looks down at him in alarm* Jimin!!

MA: *comes from behind* We don’t have enough time, how about I’ll do your eyes and Y/N will do your lips

JM: *sigh* fine

Y/N: *applying lip balm with slow movements*

JM: *looks up; watching you intently*

Y/N: *feeling restless from his gaze*

JM: *closes his eyes to the feeling of your touch*

Y/N: *cheeks start to redden* omg why is he doing this right now..

MA: If you’re done, you can finish his eye makeup, I’m gonna go grab something

Y/N: Mhm Sure *to Jimin* I’ve finished

JM: *looking down* Y/N..

Y/N: hmm?

JM: Can I kiss you right now..?

Y/N: *stuttering* th-..this.. isn’t the time and place for th…that..

JM: there’s no one here, just you and me..

Y/N: *slowly gets up* No.., I can’t risk someone comi-

JM: *grabs your arm and pulls you towards him

JM: *whispers; his mouth less than an inch from yours* 5 minutes is more than enough

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anonymous asked:

If you had to pick your favourite... wait, that's impossible, your top three moments from the doc, which would they be?

SWEET JESUS I’ve only watched the documentary once! I’ll list top 3 moments from the top of my head, disregarding the live bits cos I’d be picking them. 

Number one: When Harry was overwhelmed by the gospel choir. I sat staring at the screen just like - being completely overwhelmed myself by the amazing angelic voices lifting Sign Of The Times to such a religious level - and then they filmed him and he sat there like this:

It nearly made me cry.

Number two: When Harry gave Mitch the guitar. And then Mitch gave Harry a guitar, ending up in exchanging guitars. In fact, the whole segment about Mitch was just lovely. Harry, telling the story of how Mitch came to be in the band while clips of them played. Harry standing (un)comfortably close to him, giving him smart little charming lovey-dovey looks that could seriously melt a rock, while Mitch played the guitar. Harry putting his sunnies on Mitch, taking pictures of him. SIGH! I think Harry’s love for Mitch stretches far beyond our imagination. And vice versa. “I mean, I loved you before.” 

Number three: When they talked about changing the lyrics to Sott, so Harry got off his chair and cried, “CHEATING THE SYSTEM. AMERICA!” Or something like it. And then he just sank back down in his chair and slid off it and did the little wiggle with the sunnies. Amazing. 

Number four. Pots and PANS banging! And “I’ll take it to the kitchen.” 

Basically, everything was my favourite bits. I’d be sitting here forever, forever swooning. Such a great documentary!

anonymous asked:

Hello. I sent you an ask a while ago I don't think you got it? Anyway, wanted a HC for Newt showering with you lol

Sorry! I’ve been out of town, barely getting to my inbox :)


Newt in the shower with you.

-Newt may be a witty, snarky little devil but I believe when it came to such an intimate act he would be a bit awkward at first, but also very excited because you’re naked.
-He’d climb in behind you, and before you could turn to look at him he’d be tangling his arms around you, pressing your back against his chest.
-He kisses your shoulders, taking your tiny gasps as a sign to go further and he’d kiss up your neck asking if it’s all ok the whole time, because your pleasure matters to him.
-He’d say something genuine but not realizing until it’s too late to take it back. “Hot enough for you?” He means the temp of the water but you take it differently lol
-He’s suddenly very aware of what he said, and looks around awkwardly.
-You laugh and turn around, putting your arms around his neck and kissing over his freckles. He’s smiling, and you help him wash his hair, and body. And he’s doing the same, just enjoying these small intimate moments with you.

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Monday the 15th of May 2017

Getting back on track: day 6/?

So I finally finished my exam/UMAT study timetable and honestly I have so much to do. I really need to get started. I had a full day of classes and by the time I got home I was exhausted and didn’t have the energy to force myself to study. It’s worrying me a bit since it’s like the first day of this plan and I’m already falling behind.

What I achieved today:

  • Finish planning exam study
  • The rest of the to-do list is kinda based on that plan so TBD
  • Study french vocab wasn’t on the list but I did it.

What I want to achieve tomorrow:

  • Watch Chem Wk2 Tues
  • Notes Chem Wk1 Mon
  • French Tutorial Prep
  • Science or Fiction Meeting 1pm
  • Watch Chem Wk2 Wed
  • Notes Chem Wk1 Tues
  • Watch Bio Wk2 Fri
  • Notes Bio Wk1 Mon
Drabble: Please don’t go (Daryl Dixon x Reader)


13. “Please don’t go, don’t leave me alone”

Fandom: The Walking Dead

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

 Sooooo, this is my first drabble ever!

I wanted to try something, maybe if you like it you can ask me to do another one, just choose a prompt from the list I just reblogged from hyenaswritings 

English is not my first language so, sorry for eventual grammatical errors.


Warnings: A little bit of angst

Originally posted by alexanderlightwoood

We were shocked by Denise’s death, but the one who  got hit the most was Daryl.

Denise died right before him and somehow he blames himself: “ I should’ve kill him back in the woods”.

Later that night I enter in our bedroom and see Daryl clutching Denise’s keychain, he was upset: 

“Daryl…it wasn’t your fault” I say, hugging him from behind.

The day after I wake up alone in our bed, I go into living room and see Daryl packing up: “Daryl what are you doing?”. 

He turns around and come to me: “I’m sorry (Y/n), there is something I have to do”.

Realizing what he means, my eyes start waterin: “No..Daryl please! Please, don’t go, don’t leave me alone!”. 

He doesen’t say anything, just gives me a kiss on my forehead and walks outside, toward his bike.

I start to running and screaming “Don’t leave me here alone!” but that doesn’t stop him.

He will be okay?

Will I ever see again my beloved redneck with the crossbow?


And now I can go hide in the darkest corner of my room ;)

Love In An Elevator

Pairing: Mark Pellegrino x Reader
Word count: 1,119
Warnings: Smut. Unprotected Sex. Some cussing.
Written for Wayward-Mirage’s Mark Pellegrino Day
Request: (Anonymous) For Pellegrino day can you do one where they are co stars at a con and get stuck in an elevator together and all the sexual tension that has been building since they met finally snaps

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Please, Don't Go*

WARNING: Imagine might contain mature material so read with your own risk! No need to come say to me that I didn’t warned you

Posted on Instagram: 26th of November, 2016


Y/N’s POV:

“Baby, not yet please” he begged and gave me that famous puppy look. “I have to or I’ll miss the bus, Justin” I sighed and tried escape from his tight grip around my wrist. “And that would be the world’s end.. right” he rolled his eyes but finally let go

“Thank you” I just said and didn’t pay any attention on his recent comment. There was 30 minutes time before my bus was leaving but I still had to walk to that bus stop with my extra heavy backpack. “You know that you could still stay here longer. I mean, I could drive you back home in the evening” he mumbled and moved his hands on my shoulders when I was taking my jacket from the hook

“Even that idea of yours would sound perfect, I just can’t. I have to go back to school tomorrow and I haven’t finished my homework yet” I turned over him and ran my hand against his chest before I pulled my denim jacket on. My answer didn’t pleased him I could tell but I couldn’t nothing about it that it was time to leave

If I could choose, I’d stay here with my boyfriend and spend one more day while cuddling with him under the covers and watching movies with him. But I couldn’t and it made us both sad always when it was time to say byes. “I’m sorry, Justin” I mumbled

I was about to give him a quick kiss on the lips before I would have been leaving but for my suprise, his hand moved under my chin and the kiss got longer than it supposed to go. “Justin” I mumbled between the kiss but he muted me by pressing his lips harder against mine

We stood there just kissing in his hallway before we had to pull away to get some air. “Justin, I really gotta go” I said again and tried grab my backpack on the floor but he was quicker and he grabbed it first. “Give it to me!” I straighted out my arm over him and raised my eyebrows. He chuckled and shook his head. “Justin, c'mon! I’ll miss the bus soon and it’s all your fault if I’ll get a F from my project” I said annoyed and moved closer to him

“You act like a child, boy” I groaned when I stepped in front of him and tried reach my bag which he was keeping high above me. He just chuckled and bit his lip. He put my bag on the highest shelf of his bookcase. What was his problem?

“Okay, it stay there then. Keep it, I’ll get it next time then but after that I remember that some of my books were there and I’d need them tomorrow. I turned around and looked him. “Okay, fine you won” I raised my hands in the air

He grinned and walked again closer to me before he took off my jacket. “You know, we could have used that time so much better than that if you know what I mean” he mumbled. “No, I don’t actually. Would you like to explain a bit?” I asked and he smirked. “I have always loved that innocent side of you, Y/N”

His hand moved behind my back and there over my ass before he pulled us even closer still each others if that was possible anymore. His breath hit against my neck and it sent chills down my body. “Hmm, Y/N?” he hummed and I snapped out of my dreams. “What?” I mumbled and made him laugh

His lips connected mine and he groaned low between it before he tugged gently my bottom lip. “You look so sexy on that dress on but you know, how I would like to see you even more. Hmm.. do you, babygirl?” he asked and tilted his head. “In my bed, naked” he whispered and when our eyes met, it made me startle a bit. They were so dark and I was able to sense how much passion there was running inside his head

“What are you waiting for then?” I tilted my head and moved my hands edge of his shirt and I pulled it off. He grinned while his hand run against my hips to my thighs. “Turn around for me, please” he told. He didn’t wait for me but did it for me and soon I felt his a bit cold fingers ticking my back when he started open zipper of my dress. “Please” I mumbled under my breath and made him chuckle darkly

“Patience babygirl, patience” he whispered before he pulled my zipper down and I let my dress drop on the floor. Room got silent and it made me a bit scared. Was something wrong, I thought but when I was about to turn my head to look behind me Justin’s hands met my shoulders and turned me back

That moment felt so awkward. We just stood there without saying a word. I was getting a impatient but I tried contain myself because I knew what would happen if I don’t

Justin didn’t like to be under anyones control or didn’t like that someone gave him orders but it was really hard for me not do that on that moment. “Justin” I whispered with shaky voice. “Hmm, what’s wrong babygirl?” he asked softly and his hands set over my bare shoulders

“Touch me” I whispered and felt his warm breath against my back. “I thought thst you would ever ask” he said and turned me around to face him for few seconds before he pushed me on his big king size bed

He kissed my legs inch by inch while he was coming closer to the place where I needed him the most. It was sometimes suprising how little thing like those made me almost lose my mind. I loved his teasing but same time I hate it

Justin’s POV:

Her body jerked a bit when I was just few inches away her heat. I gently bit inside of her thigh and made her moan softly. I was already having a hard time while I had to listen her angelic moans when I’d have just bury myself deep inside of her

She cursed under her breath when my fingers made contact with the fabric of her panties. She was tribbing wet already for me. I slowly moved my fingers against her sex and listened her unsteady breathing. “Justin, pleasee” she cried out and gribbed tightly on sheets around her

I removed my fingers there and pulled her panties off. “I love the way you beg me. You have been such a good girl today and I think that you deserve a little something” I mumbled and set myself between her legs but for my suprise she pushed me away and kneeled in front of me

“No foreplaying, okay? Just let’s go straight to the real deal. I think that we both think that it’s a better idea” Y/N’s words made me even more excited that I was already. Somehow I liked that way she was talking and giving orders to be even I didn’t like it usually at all but now her acting was driving me crazy on her

I helped her to open my jeans and she pulled them off and after them followed my boxers. It was such a relief when I finally got free from those. A light groan left me mouth when I felt Y/N’s hand pumping slowly my shaft. “I thought you just told no foreplaying” She just giggled and laid on the bed on her back

She looked there so beautiful like she always did actually but especially now. It was getting dark. Just street lights which shone outside my apartment and lighted the room a bit and made the moment even more sensuel that it already was. I just stared my girlfriend out of breath

Finally after few minutes staring and lip biting I was able to land back to the real world and I hovered over her. “Ready?” I asked and she nodded. I slowly let myself fill her tightness and it made us both moan in unison. “You’re always so fucking tight for me, baby” I groaned and started thrust my dick inside her back and forth

Y/N’s POV:

He was making me feel so good that for few minutes I forgot everything around us and focused nothing but the pleasure which was filling my body. I arched my back when he hit my g-spot and moaned weakly his name which made him thrust me even harder

“Mm.. am I making you feel good? How does it feel? Let me know babygirl” he mumbled and started rub my clit with his thumb slowly. I gasped and closed my eyes just because I would have wanted to scream. “Oh my lord, you’re making me feel so good. Please don’t stop, papi”

I felt how his body jerked a bit and his hands took tighter grip of my body. His thrusts got slower but harder. “That’s right, baby. I’m your papi and no one else. I’m the one who can make you feel good” he mumbled close to my ear and sucked my neck leaving there a couple love bites behind my ear

I felt how he started throb inside me and I was gettting close too. My grip against sheets got tighter and long list of moans slipped out of my mouth. “I know, baby. Just come when you’re ready” he mumbled and did his ladt thrusts before he released himself inside me. I came shaking around him seconds later

“Please don’t ever make me do that again” he mumbled tired and out of breath. However seconds later he kissed gently my collarbone and his touch made me shiver a little still. I giggled and caresed his messy hair. He pulled off and wrabbed his arms around my naked body

“I won’t but..” I told and he raised his head. “I should be going. It’s late already and I really need to go back home to finish that project, so if you could..” I raised my eyebrows and he nodded. “Of course, I won’t break my promises when you ever break yours” he smirked and threw my panties and dress next to me from the floor

“Get dressed, your ride will leave in 5 minutes. You better be ready if you don’t want pay for it” he smirked and pulled his jeans on before he disappered in the kitchen get his car keys. “Don’t you even think that we will do that in your car” I yelled after him and pulled up the zipper of my dress before I ran after him

When I was outside of his apartment I remember my backpack and got in panic. “Shit, my bag” I cursed and I was about to ran back but heard Justin yell for me. “You bag is here if you’re looking for it” he smiled and kept my backpack on his hands

I rolled my eyes and grabbed it from him before we both jumped in his car. “It took 15 minutes for you, miss” he tapped his silver Rolex on his wrist. “Fuck you” I spat out and put my seat belt on

“No, I think that will be you who do that” he smirked and moved his hand on my thigh but I slapped it away. “You’re crazy freak, Justin Drew Bieber” I told him but he just laughed for me. “Only for you, baby” he said and kissed my cheek before he started his car

“I don’t even know how I love you” I joked. “Because you can’t stop it because without me you wouldn’t get dick anymore” I looked him shocked and slapped him: “Shut up!” He just laughed and turned to the road which lead to our destination, my home

tonaku  asked:

Dee, I believe I asked for an anime rec from you before, but I couldn't remember any other anime on the list outside of Bungou Stray Dogs.. which I recently watched.

Oh my gosh! I think you did but I can’t even remember what I recommended! How’d you like Bungou Stray Dogs (I’ve fallen a bit behind on the manga so I’m not even sure what’s going on anymore!)? Just off the top of my head, I’ve recently watched:

  • Cute High Earth Defense Club. It’s completely stupid and silly but so funny at the same time. Plus, the boys are pretty and it’s got some really great perverted jokes in there that are played very covertly - one special ‘love attack’ was referred to as ‘Love Shower’ and spit out from the wand in a very…suggestive way. And their transformations were triggered by the words ‘Love Making’…in English. There was a lot of gratuitous English in that show…but god, did I laugh.
  • I am, of course, watching ‘My Hero Academia’ which is great!
  • I’m rewatching Yu Yu Hakusho and god, I still have thing for Yusuke.
  • I’m rewatching K - I definitely recommend if you’ve never watched it and recommend the spin-off mangas!
  • Just finished Death Parade and cried my fucking eyes out. I love it but hate it.
  • Sgt. Frog is my other guilty pleasure.
  • I’m almost half-way finished One Piece…yet again. I will watch it all sometime/read it all some day!
  • Also rewatching Gintama….it’s horrible, I’m recommending nothing but gag/comedy series!
  • 91 Days is on my to-watch list and I’m excited to start it. Baccano is always worth a watch!
  • Just finished Mob Psycho and One Punch Man a while ago too - both were good though Mob was very, very slow in getting good. I only really enjoyed the last six episodes, which were absolutely fantastic - the first six were kind of boring in my opinion!
Nice hoodie you got there - Dylan O’Brien Imagine Pt 2

A/N: Starting to work through the list of requests I got. It feels like this part got a little less interesting than the first one, but I can already promise the next one will be better … at least I hope so. Enjoy reading ♥

word count: way too much  2536

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Originally posted by soffidilampi

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Five Things

I got tagged by @tacticalxvisorxactivated and @theincarnatefireofhell (this is so late but Thank you!!)

Five things you’ll find in my bag:A mirror,taser,hand sanitizer,pads,and a small medical kit.

Five things you’ll find in my bedroom:Craft supplies,makeup supplies,socks scattered on my floor,a desk,plants.

Five things I want to do with my life:Live comfortably money wise,have a stable career,find love like true honest love,find a way to give back to people like myself,I want to die being completely myself not what people expect me to be.

Five things I’m into right now:KPOP(ya’ll see my blog I’m in DEEP),The Get Down,makeup(like I ever stopped),listening to new artist and finding good music,I’ve got some fics I’m considering posting but I’m shy.

Five things on my to-do-list:FINISH THIS SCHOOL YEAR(I’m homeschooled and we’re a bit behind but it feels like it’ll never end),get my nipples pierced for my birthday,buy the new monsta x lightstick(I must have it),start procrastinating less,go through my old instagram and delete the mess that is that profile.

Five things people may not know about me:I’m a twin(a brother),my parents are not only in a interracial marriage but have a 18 year age gap between them,I have had multiple experiences involving spirits(Wild,I know),I have an ugly laugh that includes snorting,I have this small hump in my neck(it’s nothing painful or bad it’s just there though it has gotten smaller as I’ve gotten older).

Thanks again!! I tag: @barackabomination @softsoo @holyschmidt-im-quisenghoran @bigjack32 @nebulaegem and anyone else who wants to do it! (Ya’ll ain’t gotta do it if ya’ll don’t want to)

goldennmami...also fusionmami and croppedheaux.

So before I begin I have to say this is insanely complicated to put into words and make it easy to follow and understand so if I confuse you at any point let me know so I can rephrase it. I am also going to do a quick recap on our first story about goldennmami and the events that followed that, it’ll help you to understand why this all comes together in the end. I may also add a flow chart at the end idk it might help? 

Okay here we go, i need prayers to write this so be kind to me it’s really difficult lmao:

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Not entirely perfect

“I don’t think this is a good idea.” You sigh over the phone, pulling your carry-on luggage towards the line of boarding passengers.
“I think it’s great, just hurry up and get here.” Harry chuckles, rummaging sounding through the speakers of the phone.
“Are you eating?”
“No, wrapping presents, now please hurry and get here.” He replies,
“I can only go as fast as they let me. What happens if they don’t like me?”
“Well that’s simple, they just don’t like you.” Harry replies, making you roll your eyes.
“That’s very reassuring.” You mumble, looking down at your plane ticket, feeling more and more nervous as you get closer and closer to boarding the plane.
“They’ll love you like I do. Don’t worry.” He assures you, continuing to wrap on the other end of the phone.
“I don’t know.” You bite your lip, handing the flight attendant your plane ticket, she scans it and gives you a nod before allowing you to walk the boardwalk to the airplane.
“Well, it’s too late to chicken out.”
“No it isn’t.”
“Yes it is. You have to come home eventually, and I’d love to see you within the next four hours.” Harry says as you pull your carry-on behind you, feeling your nerves start to build up with each step.
“I have to go, I’m about to enter the plane. I’ll see you at the airport right?”
“Yes, I’ll meet you there.”
“Promise. Have a safe flight, you’ll see me at the airport. I love you.” Harry sweetly says, soothing your nerves slightly.
“I love you.”
“I’ll let you go love, goodbye.” Harry cheerily says,
“Goodbye.” You smile to yourself, hanging up the phone and looking at the two flight attendants’ at the door of the airplane.
“Hello, welcome aboard.” One smiles, instantly looking at my ticket. “Straight down the aisle, you’re on the left and have the aisle seat darling.” She sweetly announces, handing you back the ticket, allowing you to walk to your allocated seat. You place your carry-on luggage in the overhead compartment before sitting down in your seat, preparing for take off. You quickly send a last text message to Harry, before turning the phone on ‘flight-mode’ shoving it in your purse and grabbing a book to read.

*** ***

After a tedious flight, with a few bumps along the way, you finally touch down in your desired destination. You hurry of the plane, eager to see Harry, and get something decent to eat. Maybe that will help with the nerves that are attacking you. You take a breath and step off the plane, walking yourself around the airport away from the terminal. You stop and look around, looking for a particular set of green eyes, and mop of curly hair. You frown slightly, struggling to see your boyfriend, only able to see the swarm of everyone else waiting for their loved one. “You seem lost, are you looking for someone?” The familiar voice chimes from behind you, making you smile and turn around instantly.
“Looking for my boyfriend.” You smile, your eyes meeting with his.
“Well he’s a lucky guy to have someone as gorgeous as you.” He smirks, making you blush deeply. “That’s not funny.” You playfully hit his arm, hating the fact he purposely makes you blush.
“Actually it is” he chuckles adorably, “so are you going to hug me or just hit me?” He adds, opening his arms, wanting a hug. You fall into his arms and hug him tightly, loving the feeling of the strong embrace.
“what’s behind your back?” You question, pulling away, he smiles before he pulls his arm from behind him and holds out a bouquet of red roses. “These are for you.” He smiles, making your heart melt. “Awah.” You coo, leaning up and instantly kissing him. “You’re welcome gorgeous.” “You’re too sweet to me. I love you.” “I love you too. Just so you know, I was snapped carrying these. Expect it to be all over the headlines.” “I’m sure you looked adorable holding them.” You smile, hugging him tightly. “How was the flight?” He questions as you both break away, his hand finding its self with yours, laced together perfectly.
“Well, it was a little bumpy and boring. Made me feel extremely tired.” You reply, feeling your eyes getting heavier as you both start to walk to collect your luggage.
“Well as soon as we get to my house you can sleep.”
“Sounds Amazing.” You yawn, so happy to finally be back in London and with Harry. After a week at your parents’ and four months without seeing Harry, being with him now is like being in wonderland. “So tell me what happened the four months we were apart.” You smile, eager to hear all the stories he has to tell.
“Uhm, well… I’m not sure what to tell you. I got off my flight a few hours before you called me. As you know we went to parts or Europe, did a few things there, promos, some recording sessions, a bit of writing, and a few interviews and all that good stuff that is part of the job.”
“So you had a good time yeah?” You question, already knowing the answer you’re going to receive.
“Yes, but it was tiring, kind of draining too. Sleeping is the top thing on my list to do for the next few weeks.” He replies, stopping as you both reach the conveyor-belt .

Harry pulls your suitcase behind him while you pull your carry on. “Why don’t you carry a duffle-bag? This would be so easier.” He huffs, hitting the corner of the suitcase on one of the standing poles.
“Because they get heavy when lugging them around the airport.”
“I hate these so much.” Harry comments, forcefully tugging at the suitcase.
“You use them too.”
“I try not too.” He replies, taking your hand with his.
“Oh no.” Harry sighs as he looks around,
“What is it?” You question, looking up at him, expecting an answer. He looks at you as he bites down on his lip.
“Just keep your head down, and stay with me.” He instructs, causing you to look towards the glass doors. “Oh.” You sound, noticing the people with cameras waiting for the two of you to exit.
“Come on.” He gestures, gently tugging you towards the door. The automatic doors open, and flashes instantly start to go off. You do as you were told, keeping your head down as you make your way to his car. The car unlocks and Harry lets go of your hand, “get in, I’ll get the bags.” He instructs, and you do as he says. You hop into the warm car that smells like cologne. Harry quickly gets in the axe and shoves the key into the ignition, bringing the car to life. “Sorry about that.” He apologises sincerely, turning the heat up as he begins to drive.
“It’s okay, I know it is part of your job.”
“Yeah, but I don’t want you feeling like you have to be apart of it.”
“It’s okay, I see it this way. It’s their job, they are paid to take pictures of you and update people on what you’re doing. They have to support their families too, pay bills, and buy Christmas presents.”
“I know, but it’s annoying. I can’t even pick you up from the airport in peace. I mean, does the world need to know my every move?”
“Well, you have fans that like to keep up with you. At least your fans are interested in you.” You smile, giving him a reassuring smile.
“I guess. So straight to my house?”
“Unless you want to go somewhere else.”
“No, not really, I want to get home and sleep. Did you want something to eat? I know you hate the food they serve on the plane.” Harry asks, taking into consideration your hatred towards airplane food.
“That makes me sound so high maintenance.”
“No, not really.”
“I am picky with what I eat, aka I won’t eat airplane food.”
“Doesn’t make you high maintenance.” He shrugs, watching the roads as crazy drivers take the streets.
“Dick heads are on the roads again. You’d think they would know it’s icy.” Harry huffs, merging lanes to get away from the hooligans beside the two of you.
“Some people don’t understand the dangers of the roads.”
“I can tell. So what are we going to eat?”
“I don’t know, all I know is that I’m exhausted.” You yawn, struggling to keep yourself awake as your eyes get heavy and your head slowly makes its way to leaning on the cold window. “Baby I need to know what you want.” Harry says, but you shrug and slowly allow your eyes to fall asleep, lulling you away from reality.

Your eyes fly open as you hear a door close, you quickly glance around and see Harry making his way around the hood of the car. He comes to the passenger side and opens the door. “Hey you’re awake.” He whispers, and you nod.
“Come on sleepy.” He smiles, picking you up in his arms. You wrap your arm around him, letting your free hand clutch his plaid shirt lightly.

After just a few minutes you find yourself being laid down on the bed, the smell of vanilla sweeping your senses. “Did you buy candles?” You question, nuzzling Into the comfort of the duvet cover. “My sister May or may not have come past and made my house a bit girly.” He admits, making you laugh slightly. “Smells good.” “Are you telling me it doesn’t smell good any other time you’re here?” “No, it just smells more home like. It’s hard to explain.” You yawn, wanting nothing more than to fall asleep. “There’s something I want to quickly bring up with you.” “What is it?” “It can wait until after your sleep.” He smiles, before walking out of the bedroom. *** *** *** *** You nervously fix up your black top, adjusting it at the hem, anxiously waiting for Harry to get ready. “I don’t know why you’re so anxious this morning.” He comments, sliding on his shoes. “I’m meeting your parents for the first time.” “It’s just lunch, you will be fine.” “What if they don’t like me? What if they hate me?” You ask, getting worked up, “Well, that’s their problem. I think you’re great, and I’m sure they’ll love you, just like I do. So stop worrying, you’re driving me nuts.” He shakes his head, grabbing his jacket and pulling it up his long arms. You take in a breath and follow him out to his car, trying not to over-think the situation. The car ride to his mothers house, felt like hours, and in all seriousness it was. He lives in London meanwhile his family live just outside London in a small town. “This seems like a cute place, why don’t you live here?” You question, taking in the scene as he drives. “I wanted to experience the more city style life. Plus it is closer to the airport and more convenient for me at the moment.” He explains, turning down a small narrow road, lined with cute little stone houses. “Does your Mum live in a small cottage like house?” “Not quite, we upgraded from the small cottage like house.” He shakes his head, pulling into a cobble driveway, up towards a medium sized, yet adorable house. “Wow this is cute.” “You sound like this isn’t what you expected…:Did you think it would be some kind of shack of something?” He chuckles, opening the door of his car. “Well, quite honestly I had no idea what I was thinking the house would look like.” You admit, trying to work out how you imagined the house. Maybe you guessed it would look a little more older, and not as modern. “Well come on, we can’t wait forever.” Harry hurries you out of the car. He takes your hand and leads you to the front door. You look at him, wishing there was a way to back out, wishing you didn’t have to meet part of his family, but you know it wouldn’t be right. “If you don’t stop worrying I’m going to make you have a glass of wine or something.” He jokes, giving you a quick kiss to the cheek. “A glass of wine would be great, but it’s too early.” You pout, noticing your nerves beginning to pulsate through your body. He chuckles, ringing the doorbell before giving you yet another kiss. You hear the footsteps from inside the house get closer, meanwhile your heart beats faster and faster. Harry squeezes your hand as reassurance before the door swings open, revealing a young looking woman, quite shorter than Harry, with dirty blond kind of hair, with a hint of blue in it. “Well look who finally decided to show up.” She smirks as she leans on the door, her arms crossed. “Well what a lovely greeting.” Harry replies, looking directly at the woman. “It’s about time you show your presence around here. I was starting to forget what my little brother looked like.” She smiles, giving him a hug, making your hands part ways. “And who is this lovely lady? Is this your girlfriend?” She chimes with a wide smile, “Well yes it is, y/n this is my sister.” He introduces the two of you, and she smiles kindly at you. “Well, hello lovely.” She greets bringing you in for an unexpected, warm hug. “Hi.” You shyly greet, feeling as if you’re about to explode from the nerves that are eating you alive at the moment. “Come in, come in, it’s freezing outside.” She ushers the two of you in, closing the door in a hurry. You take a quick glance around the hallway, noticing the walls’ lined with pictures. Harry takes your hand and pulls you down the hallway, entering the living room and kitchen area that’s opened up into a large space. “Mum?” Harry calls, pulling you towards the kitchen, you let go of his hand, feeling more nervous than ever, terrified to meet his Mum. He looks at you and sighs before gently pulling you closer to him, wrapping an arm around you. “Oh you’re here.” You hear a slight screech right as you see someone pop up from behind the kitchen island. “Yes I’m here, I made it.” Harry smiles, letting go of you to give him Mum a large hug. “I’ve missed you so much” “I missed you mum.” He whispers, just loud enough for you to hear as well “I’m so glad you’re here. How long has it been? Four months?” She asks, seeming as if she’s about to cry. “Three and a half, please don’t cry. You know it breaks my heart.” He sighs, hugging her tightly. “I’ll try not too.” She giggles, breaking away from the hug and looking at you. Harry takes a step back and puts his arm back around you. “So this is y/n my girlfriend.” He introduces the two of you, “Hello.” You softly greet, trying your headrest to keep yourself together. “Hello dear.” She nods, giving you a smile. “Hi.” You awkwardly say again, unaware of what to say to make a good impression. “So how long have you two been together?” “Mum I told you, we’ve been together for seven months, she’s the one I’ve been telling you about.” Harry explains, “It’s taken seven months for me to meet her?” She questions, seeming a little hurt, “I’ve been busy and we wanted to get the relationship at a right point before we started being serious.” Harry comments, seeming a little taken back. “Mm not to worry, so tell me about the band and what’s happened, I want to hear everything.” She happily says, multitasking as she prepares food. After a while of listening to Harry and his Mum talk, and you keeping quiet, Harry leaves your side to go put firewood in the fireplace to spare his sister from having to do it. “So, what do you do as a job?” His sister asks, sitting down at the table, gesturing for you to come over and take a seat. “I work at a clothing store, and when I’m not there I work with my best-friend who is big in the fashion industry.” “Oh that seems cool.” “How many hours do you work?” His mum interrupts, “It really depends, I was working 42 hours a week, I’m thinking of working more to earn more money.” You honesty reply, earning a smile from his sister. “That’s a good thing, striving for more success.” “It is.” You nod, playing with the hem of your jacket nervously. “So, what did you graduate Uni with?” “I didn’t get to graduate.” You say with bitter disappointment, “You didn’t graduate?” His Mum asks as her eyes widen a little, and you feel the disapproval within. “No.” You shake your head, feeling a dagger in your heart as you feel the disapproval and judgment slightly settling in. “Oh well, neither did Harry.” His sister shrugs, but his Mum frowns a little. “What did you say your parents did for living?” His Mum nicely asks, wanting to get to know more about you. “My Mum doesn’t work, she used to be a lawyer, and my Dad is a uh, a florist.” “A florist?” She questions, “Yes.” You nod, biting your lip, hating having to lie. He wasn’t a florist, but you’re not allowed to tell people what your Dad does. You have to have a cover story. “Really, a florist?” She asks, seeming astounded, “Mum, she said a florist.” Harry’s sister looks at her, giving her a kind of look. Harry walks in and sits down beside you, looking between you and his sister. “You two getting along?” He questions, “Yes, I quite like this one. I say you should keep her.” His sister smiles, looking towards her mother. “Well it isn’t like she’s going anywhere, I intend on keeping her, if she allows me too.” He smiles widely, “I’d marry her if she’d let me.” He adds, and a sudden crash sounds. You all turn to look to the kitchen, “You alright Mum?” Harry asks, standing up from the table. “Just dropped the plate, a little clumsy.” She chuckles, cleaning up the mess before placing all the food on the table. “So Harry how did you two meet again?” His Mum asks as she sits down at the table. You pick up your drink and take a sip, your nerves still not settling down. “Well, we were at a nightclub and one of her friends’ happened to be a fan and knew who I was, her friend was all over me, and wouldn’t leave me alone. Somehow Y/N came Over to keep her friend away from me and something stuck out to me about Y/N and I decided to just talk to her even though her friend was crazy. Anyway, long story short we ended up hitting it off and seven months later we’re happily together.” “You met at a club?” His Mum asks, “Yes, things are different from you times Mum, we meet people when we go out.” Harry sighs, stabbing some of his salad with his fork. “So, the crazy friend, what happened to her?” His sister asks, “She was drunk that night and still apologises sincerely every time we catch up.” You smile, finding it funny. *** *** You help clean up after Lunch before taking a seat at the table. “I have to make a call, I’ll be right back.” He kisses you quickly, before walking away, “So, tell me about yourself, you’re very quiet.” His sister demands in a nice way, curious to get to know who you are. “What would you like to know?” You ask, looking at her, “Why are you interested in Harry?” Her Mum asks, cupping her mug as she leans on the kitchen counter top, looking directly at you. “He is the sweetest most heartwarming guy I have ever met, he’s so considerate, and understanding, he’s always putting others first and quite frankly, he’s a gentleman. He’s never spoken badly about anyone, he’s never mistreated me, and he just has characteristics that are perfect. He is everything a woman could possibly want and more. You’ve raised a very polite son.” You reply, unable to completely express him. “He is everything you’ve described. By why him? There are other boys that have those traits and characteristics.” “He’s the one that I fell for, I didn’t choose to fall for him, it happened. He’s the one that I want to be with, I don’t care about any other guy that walks this earth, they’re meaningless to me.” You reply, and his Mum nods. “That’s a nice necklace you’re wearing, is it new?” His Mum asks, making you look down to see which necklace you’re wearing. “Yes, it was an early gift from Harry.” You nod, your hand making it’s way to the necklace. “It’s lovely, he got the shoes for you too didn’t he?” She asks, and you nod. Unaware of how she knew. “Mum.” His sister sounds, seeming a little firm within her calling. “Yes, he gave me the shoes the same night he gave me the necklace. How’d you know?” “Well, they’re designer shoes.” “Mum, don’t.” His sister interrupts, “I’m just stating a fact.” She states, sipping her drink. “What does that have to do with anything?” You softly ask, feeling a little victimised. “It’s nothing, really.” His sister clears her throat, looking towards her mother. “Honey, I feel as if you’re just here to use him.” His Mum bluntly states trying to be sweet. Her words hit you right where it hurts, stabbing you right in the heart. “That’s not true, I’d never use someone, I’m not like that.” “Sweetie, you didn’t graduate from University, you’re not making a lot of money working at a clothing store. They get minimum pay.” “That doesn’t mean I am using him. I don’t care about money, money isn’t everything.” “I know it isn’t, and you seem lovely but you don’t seem right for him. I don’t want to see him get hurt.” “I assure you, hurting him is the last thing on my mind.” You softly say, looking down as you feel like she just doesn’t like you at all. “Mum can I talk to you for a second?” His sister stands up In a hurry, just as Harry walks in. “Okay, why does it feel like I entered the scene of a murder?” He asks, probably feeling the intensity with in the room. You get up from your chair and walk over to him, “I’m, I’m just going to go.” You clear your throat, composing yourself, refusing to let any tears fall. You are a lot stronger than this. “Why?” “You should aeons time with your family without me, you have a lot of catching up to do.” You reply,. He looks at you, then towards his Mum and sister. “What’s going on?” He asks, “Nothing, I’m just going to go.” You softly answer him, “Will you tell me why?” “I just, I need to go.” “Well, I’m coming with you.” “No, stay with your family.” You shake your head, not wanting to take him away from his family. “You’re part of my family. I don’t know what happened while I was gone but someone might want to explain it to me.” He comments, seeming irritating. “Please, just stay. I’ll meet you back at your house.” “You two live together?” His Mum asks, causing his sister to sigh deeply. “Yes, I’m going to take her back to my place, I’ll talk to you later.” He sighs, giving his Mum and sister a quick hug before pulling you out of the house. “Tell me what happened.” “Nothing.” You lie, getting into the car, refusing to let it slip. *** *** You quietly walk around his house, feeling out of place. Harry turns the christmas lights on, on the tree, before turning to you. “I missed you while I was gone.” He smiles, finally breaking the silence that’s been lingering between the two of you. “I missed you” you announce, hearing the doorbell sound cheerfully. He walks down the hall and gets the door, his Mum and sister walking in, making your heart skip a few beats. “I’ll uh, I’ll just leave.” You mumble, feeling uncomfortable, “Oh no, you’re not going anywhere. Sit down.” Harry instructs, for once being firm with you. He’s barely ever firm with you. You take a seat on the couch and he sits beside you. “Someone start talking about what happened today.” Harry instructs, looking at his sister. “Mum started it.” His sister instantly states like a three year old. “Okay, let’s act like mature adults. Why was my girlfriend made to leave?” “I wasn’t.” You instantly interrupt, not wanting things to get twisted. “Mum was going overboard.” His sister announces, making you sigh. You didn’t want this to happen. “She’s not good for you Harry, I’m trying to look out for you, especially after those other girls you brought home. You said you want to marry this girl, and as lovely as she is, she isn’t right. Darling she’s in it for the money. She doesn’t have a high paying job, she didn’t graduate from University, her Mum was a lawyer but doesn’t work anymore.” “Woah, hold on. You always told me never to judge anyone, this isn’t like you.” “I don’t want you getting hurt like the other girls did.” His Mum says, but he shakes his head. “You don’t know y/n, she’s not like them.” “She didn’t finish university, I’m sorry but that doesn’t exactly scream perfect wife for you.” “Did you tell her that?” He sighs, taking your hand as you look down at your lap, feeling disappointed within yourself. “No, I didn’t tell her, but wouldn’t you want someone who graduated? I’m just trying to make sure nobody uses you. You’ve got such a big heart and you’re sometimes Oblivious.” His Mum explains, but Harry shakes his head. “She didn’t tell you why she didn’t finish Uni, did she?” Harry asks, turning to you, “No, I didn’t tell her.” You shake your head. It isn’t something that comes up in conversation. You don’t tell everyone why you didn’t finish. “Can I tell her?” He asks, and you nod, figuring you have nothing to lose. “You know, you shouldn’t really judge someone until you know the whole story. She had of stop her studies half way through her last year and last few courses she had to take. She didn’t want to stop, but she had no choice. She ended up getting sick, which is why her Mum doesn’t work anymore, her mum had to stop working to take care of her daughter. She doesn’t have a high paying job because of how sick she was.” Harry explains, looking at you. “I look like such a terrible person.” His Mum sighs, “You’re not terrible, just looking out for your baby.” You half smile, hoping to not have any burnt bridges with her. She gets up and gives you a hug, suddenly wanting to embrace you. “Will you forgive me for my over protectiveness?” “Yes, will you accept me with your son?” You ask as she pulls away and sits back down. “Yes, I will.” She nods, making you feel a little happier about things. *** *** Harry steps into the bedroom as you grab a pair of pyjamas out of your suitcase. “Can we talk?” He asks as he jumps on his bed, you nod and turn to give him your full attention. “You know our sleeping arrangements?” He asks, referring to the one where one of you tends to sleep on the couch. “Yes.” “Do you think that we can change it?” “To what?” “Well, can we live together, like properly?” “So, officially move in together?” “Yes, and actually sleep in the same bed?” “I uh-“ “You don’t have too? I’m just asking.” He instantly cute you off, not wanting to push you or anything. “No, no. I want too.” You nod, wanting to officially take that step within the relationship. “Really?” “Yes, as long as your Mum approves of me.” “I’m pretty sure she officially approves of you and will never again judge you.” He chuckles, kissing your cheek. “I hope so. I just have to tell my parents about us officially moving in.” “I did that, I ask your Dad how he felt, he said it was fine, but if he found out we did anything, he’d ship me off to Utopia, whenever that is.” “Pretty sure it is a place, and I’m one hundred percent sure he probably wouldn’t send you off anywhere .” You giggle, “I’m scared he would probably push me off a cliff and make it look like an accident.” “Oh please, he wouldn’t do anything.” “Babe, he was close to hooking me up to a polygraph machine, like in that movie.” “First of all, that machine doesn’t work, second of all, it’s kind of funny because that movie you’re talking about relates exactly to my family.” “Trust me, that machine works. It isn’t really funny, your Dad probably knows every little bit of information on me, right down to my blood type. He probably knows every single move I make.” Harry huffs, making you roll your eyes and laugh. “You act like he’s part of the CIA.” “He is!” He exclaims, “Shh, you know that, that is classified information and just by saying it out loud it can get you in trouble. And he isn’t part of it, he’s a florist.” You hush, “A florist, I thought the cover story was that he’s a mechanic.?” “I kind of panicked and told your Mum he is a florist.” “And you say I’m going to get in trouble. At least I keep to one cover story.” “Shut up, my dad can cover my tracks, he can’t save your ass though.” You smirk, kissing his cheek. “Mhm, I’ll keep that in mind don’t worry. So I have a question.” “What’s that?” “What do you buy your girlfriends father, that’s part or was part of the CIA for Christmas?” “I don’t know, a pot plant?” You joke, making Harry sigh. “I was being serious.” “I don’t know, he doesn’t expect anything. Anything is fine with him.” You reply, “Okay, so uh, how do you feel about Christmas Eve with my Mum? I promise she won’t hound you with questions.” Harry questions, and you nod. “Seems lovely.” You nod, looking at Harry before kissing him sweetly.

Guess what time it is? That’s right, story time!

Christmas Eve 2013. I was in the south of France on exchange when my host sister knocked on my bedroom door and asked if I wanted to watch Peter Pan on TV. I said sure, went downstairs to find not the Disney animation like I’d expected but the 2003 live version.

Now, of course it was all dubbed in French so I couldn’t understand everything they were saying but I’m familiar with the story of Peter Pan and that film is visually incredible so I enjoyed it. What really drew me in was the insane chemistry between Peter and Wendy - maybe it was extra clear to me because I had to pay so much more attention to body language to make up for the fact all the dialogue was in French. But wow the amount of sparks between them is crazy.

I even found a French copy of Peter Pan in my room later that night.

I’m a writer, so I started coming up with all these ideas for recontextualised Peter Pan universes. A musical sequel called Darling Wendy. A modern AU where Wendy wakes up in modern London in a hospital and thinks she’s dreamed the whole thing until a boy called Peter appears at her school.

I got back home and rewatched the 2003 Peter Pan film - this time in English - as well as the original Disney animation.

The world of Peter Pan just started becoming so fascinating to me. I wanted more than anything to get my hands on an illustrated copy of J.M. Barrie’s original Peter and Wendy to help me work on my story.

I found myself at a bookstore (always dangerous) and came across the world’s most gorgeous copy of Peter Pan. Despite the fact that I couldn’t see myself finding time to read, I bought it. I just had to get it.

Somewhere amongst all this I found The New Adventures of Peter + Wendy which became my biggest form of procrastination before I found certain other web series that now dominate my time. It was really cool to see how someone else had decided to recontextualise Peter Pan and actually get to see a new take on the characters that existed outside of my head.

Fast forward to July, I’m on a plane to Adelaide to check out unis. I have with me my lit text and Peter Pan. Guess which one I decided to read.

I read the whole thing on the plane ride there and back. I loved it. Some of the quotes are just beautiful, I took so many photos on my phone because I couldn’t bare to mark the pages in any way.

Then season 1 of P+W ended, school got crazy and I had to leave Peter Pan behind for a little while.

Until today.

If you saw this post from yesterday, you might’ve guessed the punchline already but basically today I had my theatre exam. The big one. The exam is structured in three parts, and the last section is the biggest - it’s 60% of the paper. You have to develop a concept for an unseen play. Obviously you don’t need any prior knowledge of the play, they provide you with the synopsis, character list, themes, etc but every little bit of knowledge helps.

Last night I was going through every single possibility of trying to work out what they might do. The universe likes to trick me, I thought. So maybe it’s gonna be Shakespeare. Maybe I’ll get into the exam, read Much Ado About Nothing and die of laughter. Maybe it’s absurdist. Maybe it’s Greek. Maybe it’s Arthur Miller. Maybe it’s Oscar Wilde!

I walked into the exam today to read this:

You are a member of a production team putting on a performance of J.M. Barrie’s “Peter Pan Or The Boy Who Never Grew Up.”

What. Are. The. Chances. Of. That.

So the motto of this story is to always procrastinate and spend your time lost in imaginary worlds. Because who knows, it might end up being worth 60% of your theatre exam.

Much love x

(The second and third photos are mine. Please don’t steal them. Thank you.)

Ok, so, I’m in love with Mystery Skulls Animated Ghost currently. I love the song, the video, the characters, the fandom. It’s great. But…. I can’t help thinking that the Cave was a seriously traumatic event…. And in most of the fanworks I’ve found, Arthur is pretty much the only one impacted (Obviously Lewis is dead, but he generally seems pretty OK with this). I just think that, after the Cave, they’d all be a bit more….traumatized, I guess. Like, they’d all have issues after that.

And because I can, I'mma list stuff out.

-So, most fanworks seem to portray Arthur as the one mainly impacted by the Cave, and I totally get behind that. I mean, the guy was possessed, killed his best friend, had his arm ripped off (and possibly eaten), his other friend doesn’t remember a thing, and he’s plagued by guilt and It’s All My Fault. So, yeah, he’s got it pretty dang bad.

-But consider this: I’ve seen a lot of people mentioning that Mystery was probably the only one Arthur felt comfortable around after the Cave, and that Mystery probably helped Arthur through as much as he could. However, Arthur GOT HIS ARM RIPPED OFF by this not-dog - who may or may not have eaten the thing. Arthur realizes that Mystery just saved his life and stopped him from being possessed, but…. I feel like Arthur would be a lot more nervous around Mystery. Yeah, Mystery saved him and he recognizes this, but he also lost a limb in an extraordinarily painful manner. That’s gotta leave more of a mark than a robotic limb.

-Also, Vivi’s memory. A lot of works I’ve seen have Vivi acting pretty normally after her memory comes back. But, she doesn’t know Arthur was possessed. I want to see her furious, confused, in pain, and unwilling to listen because, Holy Shit, My Best Friend Killed Lewis. I want to see her yell and freak out, and this would really hurt Arthur, because he doesn’t have many friends, and now they both hate him, and the poor kid already hates himself.

-This one’s in here primarily for my benefit – I just wanted to imagine a character more like me and Arthur seemed the perfect person for that. I have Tourette’s, and I’ve never seen anyone ever in anything who has any kind of Tic Disorder that isn’t used as comedic relief. So, I’ve just kind of been imagining Arthur with one – which gets worse the more nervous/scared/stressed he is. I think it fits his character, and I also just really wanted to have a character that I could relate more to, even if it’s only a headcanon.

-Lewis is dead. Yeah, that’s pretty bad. And he’s also kinda furious at Arthur for killing him. But, kinda like Vivi with her memory, a lot of things I’ve seen have Lewis being perfectly fine after he realizes Arthur was possessed. He goes back to his old self and everything’s fine, with the exception of Arthur still kind of freaking out all over the place.

-But, Lewis is dead. I don’t think that he could go back to being himself that easily, even after finding out Arthur was possessed and forgiving him. He’d probably still be really tense around Arthur, probably wouldn’t want to walk in front of him (we all know how well that ended last time). And Arthur would still be nervous around him, too, because This Is The Guy I Killed, Only I Was Possessed, But Still It’s My Fault, And He Tried To Kill Me Too And Oh My God. So, I feel like they’d have a pretty tense relationship in the beginning, after Lewis comes back to the gang.

-He probably wouldn’t like anything that reminded him of the Cave, either (neither would Arthur, for that matter). Green, heights/cliffs, anything like that. He’d probably be nervous, might avoid it, because it would bring back memories of falling, of dying (of betrayal that wasn’t really betrayal, but he still can’t help feeling like it was because that was almost literally a knife in the back – a stalagmite is close enough).

-Vivi seems to have gotten off the lightest, out of everyone. Yeah, she lost her memory, but that was because Lewis didn’t want her to remember his death. Because she had a front-row seat to that. Most of the things I’ve seen portray Vivi as an all-around awesome person, and I love that.

-However, they also almost always show her as remaining perfectly fine even after her memory is returned. She just keeps on being the same. And, while part of me really likes this because it shows a strong character who really wants to keep her friends together, part of me is also bothered by this. I mean, she saw him die. And she thought Arthur did it. So, having all of that come rushing back, along with all memories of Lewis that had been wiped from her mind? That can’t be a fun experience. I want to see Vivi struggle to deal with this. I want to see Vivi angry, upset, crying, panicking, everything! She’d be furious and confused with Arthur, because she and Lewis both think he killed Lewis. She’d be probably a little pissed at Lewis for wiping her memories in the first place, even with good intentions. She’d be re-living Lewis falling and hitting those spikes again, and that’d probably have her crying, panicking, something! I just really want to see Vivi trying to deal with her memories coming back.

-(I do agree with most of the fandom, that she’d also be the first one to get over/get a handle on everything. She’s the strongest out of the three of them, and she’d most likely bounce back the quickest, too, and try to keep the group together).

I just really want to see these guys traumatized and trying to deal with it. Because, obviously, I like my favorite characters to suffer.

I have fallen a wee bit behind on my klarolineauweek To Do list, so today I’m posting a part one. An anon left me a zombie apocalypse prompt so this one is inspired by The Walking Dean (in my head, the reason the people in Alexandria have had so few trouble is because Caroline and Klaus have been kicking zombie ass in Mystic Falls. I’ve also cherry picked the TO characters that I like (Marcel, Gia, Josh - Welcome! Cami - oops, totally got eaten by a zombie).

Of Two Kinds

“Son of a bitch!” Caroline yelled, as a pair of teeth sunk into her shoulder. The offender’s head was quickly crushed into the concrete wall, a swing of a bat not so neatly dispatching the two things she’d been struggling with, after fumbling her knife. But she’d already taken down more than a dozen that’d cluttered up the perimeter overnight, and the handle was slick with blood and other assorted grossness.

Still. It was stupid of her, especially as she’d gone out alone.

Caroline shook her arm out, waiting for the sting of the bite to fade. It would be sore, until she sucked down an extra blood ration, while whatever sickness the dead carried struggled to take root in her blood.

But it would fail. Because a nifty perk of being a vampire? Immunity to whatever virus that caused humans to reanimate into mindless drones with a taste for flesh. The strength and speed that came with their nature was also more than a little handy. Vampires had a certain aptitude for killing the walking corpses that tended to mass near settlements. The Originals and Marcel liked to get fancy, pulling out swords and axes, when there was a herd to deal with, diving in and hacking, all deadly grace and accuracy. The Salvatore’s and Enzo (plus Caroline, who’d been taught to shoot by her mother) preferred rifles, taking headshots from a distance. The other baby vamps, Gia and Josh, had never handled weapons, but could hold their own with blunt objects and brute force.

Caroline yelped as her arm was grabbed, and the bite examined. She shot Kol a dirty look over her shoulder, “You’re late.”

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BrittanaCon Prompt Project - 7b

AUTHOR: laurasfantasia (FF account)

PROMPT: I would love to see Brittana in Disney world/land and Santana annoyed from the kids but also totally in love with Brittany.

PROMPTED BY: Tumblr Anon




This was a chapter I had originally planned for Dancing in a Downpour before that went on hiatus. Britt & Santana met at the start of the summer and are on a road trip across the States, ticking off items on a bucket list Brittany helped Santana to create. One of those items is “Stay awake for 48 hours”… and that is where this fic begins.

Hour 0 - 8.04am.

Stay awake for 48 hours.

I shook my head at this particular bucket list item before passing the list over to Santana with my finger against it.

“If we’re going to stay awake for that long, it’s gotta be here,” I stated.

“48 hours with no break from screaming children and queues?”

“48 hours of rollercoasters and sugar and Mickey Mouse.”

She reached under her bed for the Orlando guidebook and skimmed through it, then finally nodded.

“Alright, 48 hours of Disney it is. But if I break out into Disney Pox after this, I’m blaming you!”

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