he was looking at her during this line

Drawing Soulmate AU

Based on the AU where anything your soulmate draws on their skin shows up on your skin too

  • Percy draws on his arms when he’s bored in class
  • Which is nearly all the time
  • Percy hopes his soulmate likes the pictures he draws
  • Annabeth really likes seeing the random doodles show up
  • They help her feel not as alone after she runs away
  • Sometimes they write little messages to each other
  • When Percy shows up at Camp he had a few random words written in Greek
  • While Annabeth is giving him ambrosia she notices the same words on her arms and gets really excited
  • She writes, “You drool in your sleep” on her arm and sure enough it shows up on Percy’s
  • When he wakes up he’s really confused but then he sees Annabeth and they both get really excited because they found each other at twelve.
  • Piper doesn’t write on her arms a lot since it washes off in water pretty easily (and it’s only on your soulmate’s arm as long as it’s on yours)
  • Then Piper gets a mostly waterproof marker and writes on her arm all. the. time.
  • Jason is thrilled when he gets more messages all of a sudden
  • When Jason gets the tattoo on his arm Piper is really surprised since they’re only four
  • The tattoo on her arm fades overtime but it’s never completely gone
  • Frank doesn’t get any marks on his arm for a really long time
  • But the first one he gets is a really amazing drawing of horse on his left arm
  • As soon as that shows up he writes “Hi” in really big letters across his hand
  • Hazel is really excited when the word “Hi” shows up
  • For a while they communicate through writings
  • Every time one of them asks where the other lives they always say “it’s complicated” since they’re not sure how to explain New Rome
  • One day they’re both on guard duty when Frank asks what Hazel’s doing and she says she’s drawing a picture for her soulmate
  • A small cluster of yellow flowers that’s a few feet away
  • Slowly, as she’s drawing, the lines begin to show up on Franks arm
  • He gets really excited but he wants to let her finish the drawing first so he waits before asking to borrow her pen
  • Then, in huge letters, he rights “Hi” on his hand
  • Hazel looks over in realization and they both get supper excited and talk for hours
  • Leo is cracking up during Mark of Athena when they write “Hot Stuff” and “All the Ladies luv Leo”
  • He hopes his soulmate is having a good laugh too
  • He’s never gotten any writings back but he always convinces himself that his soulmate is out there somewhere
  • Calypso feels bad about not being able to respond but she’s glad her soulmate keeps sending messages
  • Will writes notes for himself all the time on his arm
  • Sometimes they’re things like “Clean up cabin” or “Restock Band-Aids”
  • But other times they’re really obscure things like “Look up Sphenopalatine Ganglioneuralgia”
  • Nico can’t figure out if his soulmate just really likes words or if they want to be a doctor or something similar since they tend to be medical related
  • Nico usually writes what the word means on his arm and Will will tell him if he got it right
  • Nico writes phrases in Italian
  • They love the game they have going of looking up obscure medical words and translating Italian
  • When Nico shows up at camp he goes to Will and says, “Hey, you know medical words, can you tell me what this means?”
  • And Will gets really excited and says what he just translated from Italian
  • And they’re both so happy because they finally found each other
Remember:

Sasuke Uchiha was the very first person who saw the enormous potential Sakura Haruno had.

It wasnt Naruto.

It wasnt Kakashi.

It wasnt Tsunade

It was Sasuke.

Sasuke had acknowledged Sakura’s potential when they were genin and he was so frustrated that she kept her focus on her looks. He knew that she was the smartest in their group and he silently appreciated her input. He knew that she bested him when it came to genjutsu know-how and he used that knowledge to lift up her spirits and cheer her on during the chunin exam.

FASTFORWARD

Despite being away from the village for a long time, and being in the psycho killer mode, he was still able to recognize Sakura’s growing acclaim of being a renowned medic ninja. Also, during the war, when Sakura has unleashed her yin seal and massacred all those zetsus, Sasuke wasn’t surprised;  he was more in the lines of: “Finally, she has recognized her strengths and showed her true power. I knew Sakura had it in her.”

Saw Great Comet yesterday (7-30-17), and I just wanted to share some of my experience with you guys! I was sitting in the rear mezz, which I highly recommend!

*I'mma skip over a lot of the main details just because they’ve already been covered, but I’ll try to include things that were particular to this show/not often talked about.

“Prologue”

• There’s a little vignette right before the show starts where Andrey is leaving for war, and it begins with Natasha screaming the most heartbreaking no you’ve ever heard in ur life.
• When Oak came out, there was thunderous applause. Like, it went on for at least a full minute. I was so happy.
• Also, hearing that first accordion note reduced me to tears bc I’m sensitive™.

“Pierre”

• So lemme talk about Oak’s voice real quick. Someone noted that it’s this perfect blend between Groban’s smoothness and Malloy’s roughness, and I have to wholeheartedly agree. It’s absolutely beautiful. He’s a beautiful Pierre.
• Also, he plays Pierre with a lot of melancholy. It’s almost as though he’s always on the verge of tears.
• “He’s charming; he has no sex.” While the ladies are skipping around him, Hélène is conducting them, and it’s hilarious.
• “I pity you. I pity me. I pity you.” — Oak sings these lines so gutturally. His agony echoes off the very walls of the Imperial.
• “Pierre” received a long applause as well.

“Moscow”

• GRACE MCLEAN DESERVED TO BE NOMINATED FOR A TONY AWARD!1! HOLY CRAP. HER VOCALS BRING THE HOUSE DOWN!!!!!!!
• The moment she belts her first lines, you know exactly what kind of personality Marya D. has, and that’s a tribute to her actress. Srsly.
• During the song, Marya will sometimes act maternally to Sonya, but the moment Natasha comes back into sight, she’ll roughly push Sonya away, and it’s hilarious.
• Natasha’s humming is absolutely heartbreaking. It’s one of the many moments in the musical when you realize how young she is.

“The Private and Intimate Life of the House”

• There were understudies for both Mary and Bolkonsky/Andrey, Courtney Bassett and Ken Clark respectively. They were wonderful. Ken’s performance especially stood out to me.
• “People enjoy me, though…” Before he sang these lines, he held eye contact with a person across from him for, like, five seconds, and it was incredibly funny. (Same goes for him patting his wig and powder flying into the air.)
• “BRING ME MY SLIPPERS! YES, FATHER. YES, FATHER. BRING ME MY WIIIIIIIIIIIIINE.”
• The audience interaction in this one is A+. Mary’s suitor and Bolkonsky’s cheap French thing draw huge laughs from the crowd.
• “They are there upon his head.” I’ve seen a few posts where people lament that the audience laughs at this line, but I truly think it’s supposed to be laughed at. Mary is kind of coy when she says it, like she’s laughing at it herself. After that, though, her mood dips, slowly sinking into this utterly palpable reproach.
• The audience was completely silent.
• While she’s singing her final lines, Bolkonsky is slowly making his way back to his chair, and your heart shatters as you watch. He’s clutching his back and using the railing for support. When he finally collapses in his chair, he kinda puts his head in his hands.

“Natasha and the Bolkonskys”

• Towards the beginning of the song, Natasha and Mary hoist chairs over their heads and join a table of people on stage. It’s hilarious. They really milk the awkwardness of the moment.
• “Constrained and strained” is so frickin’ good. When Courtney and Denée sing it, it’s really low and creepy.
• “Says the mean, old man in his underthings” drew huge laughs, especially bc of Bolkonsky’s hand movements. He kept gesturing towards his entire body.

“No One Else”

• Honest to God, I could write essays on how perfect Denée Benton and her performance of this song is. She emotes so beautifully. Her voice, her movements, her facial expressions all come together to create Natasha, a young, lost girl who wants nothing more than to see Andrey again.
• I cried (obviously).
• The blue light is absolutely gorgeous in this song. (The blue light is meant to be the moon.)
• At one point, Andrey shows up, and snow begins to lightly fall on him. He reads one of Natasha’s letters, brings it to his lips tenderly before walking away, and just behind him, almost able to reach him, is Natasha, her face the perfect picture of despair.
Denée Benton.
• The applause after this song was long and well-deserved.

“The Opera”

• Just for the record, songs like this one, “The Duel”, and “The Abduction"—where all of the cast members are out—are absolutely electric. The energy is incredible.
• “The opera, the opera…” Marya D. belts these lines so loudly, lololol.
• On one side, you can spot Heath Saunders as one of the opera goers, and lemme just tell you guys, that long, black coat suits him.
• “Hélène and Dolokhov arm-in-arm…” They aren’t so much arm-in-arm as they are passionately making out on stage. Omg. I love them.
• “Noooo, I’m enjoying myself this evening.” Pierre pumps his fist and smiles this absolutely giddy smile.
• When Marya sees that Natasha is talking to Hèlène, she runs up and pushes Nat behind her.
• To indicate that the “curtain rises,” some of the light bulbs retract. It’s a cool effect.
• I know the literal opera part of the song sounds incredibly weird on the recording, but in person, it’s more hilarious than you’d think. The actors are doing ridiculous things and making animalistic noises, lol.
• When it’s over, the spotlight turns to Natasha and Sonya. Sonya’s asleep, lolololololol.
• Right before Anatole comes in and around the time Natasha begins to “pass into a state of intoxication”, she hallucinates Andrey being injured during the war. The two circle each other around Pierre’s salon, simply gazing into each other’s eyes, and it’s intense.
• Anatole’s entrance is frickin’ ridiculous and amazing all at once.
• You know those measured beats at the beginning of his introduction? During each of those, he sharply turns his head in a new direction, ostensibly to show off his head.
• Also, his walk is literally a swagger.
• Either in this scene or during “Natasha and Anatole”, he caught a lady unaware and kissed her on the cheek. She jumped so badly, lolololol.

“Natasha and Anatole”

• During the intro of the song, Anatole checks himself out in a mirror before posing himself perfectly for the moment Natasha turns around to see him.
• Also, let’s talk about Lucas Steele for a hot minute. He is Anatole Kuragin, from his almost exotic voice to the way he walks. Out of the cast, I’d say that Steele is the one who plays the crowd the best.
• Throughout this number, Anatole and Natasha play the roles of pursuer and the pursued. Natasha tries so hard not to be wrapped under his spell. :(
• When he takes the flower off her head, Natasha makes a perfect :O face. I love Denée Benton.
• “And kiss me on the neck.” He does manage to get this kiss, and it’s really rough-looking.
• “How do you like Moscow?” Lolololololololol.
• For the most part, the two are roving around the stage (mostly bc Natasha is running away from Anatole), but at the end, they sit down next to each other, and it’s played as a really significant moment.

“The Duel”

• “The Duel” is epic live. Holy freakin’ crap.
• The moment Dolokhov, Pierre, and Anatole clink their glasses together, the strobe lights come on and the real party begins. There’s intensely sexual dancing, half-naked people, and glow sticks everywhere.
• Y'all, I saw Marya D., in a skin tight, black costume no less, whip several people with a riding crop with my own two eyes.
• Also, in the very back of the rear mezz, there was, like, a threesome going on.
• The energy during this song was absolutely nuts.
• Sonya’s party outfit is so cute. It’s an almost innocent looking dress, and she’s wearing bright sunglasses.
• The ensemble echoing back “corpulence” is really frickin’ funny.
• Nick Choksi really highlights the psychopathic part of Dolokhov, especially in the “Here’s to the health of married women” sequence. His movements are jubilant but also shark-like. He and Hélène make out for a loooooong time.

“Dust and Ashes”

• Oak’s “Dust and Ashes” is an absolute privilege to hear, and if you have the chance, I would go and listen to it while you can. His voice could have shaken the entire foundation of the theater.
• While he’s singing, the entire cast lines up in the rear mezz to provide backup vocals, and it’s incredibly poignant. (Also, tho, Lucas Steele stood in front of me, and I died.)
• “Don’t let me die while I’m like this…” During these lines, Oak starts crying, and it guts you.
• There was a two minute applause for “Dust and Ashes”, and I was on the verge of crying just bc he was getting such a huge applause.
• Oak is perfect, okay?

“Sunday Morning” / “Charming”

• “Everyone sees a man!” Ingrid delivers this line so well. It got a huge laugh.
• AHHHHHHHHH, now here’s a symbolic moment for you. When Natasha says that she can see a shape in the darkness as she’s looking into the mirror, Pierre is standing up right behind her. Pierre is her future.
• (The moment Nat leaves, he sits back down.)
• Amber Gray can slay me, tbh. “Charming” is everything I could have ever asked for.
• When she walks in, the lights are bright behind her, and her hood is over her head, effectively masking her identity. It’s a really neat moment.
• The lights dim when she takes off her hood.
• Natasha is in her undergarments throughout the song until Hélène gives her her cloak. (Btw, Natasha looks gr8 in said cloak.)
• At some point, Natasha starts mimicking Hélène’s movements, and it’s adorable but also a really nice character touch. Same goes for Hélène snatching Andrey’s necklace off of Nat’s neck and exchanging it for her own pearls.

“The Ball”

• This number was enchanting. I had a hard time focusing on the main stage bc the dancers in the rear mezz. were so mesmerizing in their movements.
• Also, tho, the ensemble dancers mimicked what Anatole and Natasha were dancing at times.
• When Natasha tries to run away from Anatole, he pursues her up the steps and forces their first kisses. She’s surprised at first, but gives into it with abandon a few seconds later. The kiss lasts a very long time.
• At the end of “The Ball”, Natasha and Anatole run through the doors together and then turn to face the audience. They’re holding hands. The lights are bright behind them.

“Letters”

• “Letters” is such a frickin’ jam, y'all.
• When it starts, the cast members spill out of the double doors singing.
• At the beginning of “Letters”, just as Pierre is addressing Andrey, Andrey appears at the top of the stairs. Pierre faces him.
• “I see nothing but the candles in the mirror.” For one of the very few times in the play, Natasha and Pierre face each other.
• The geometric symmetry in the choreography is really wonderful all around. For instance, at one point, Mary, Natasha, and Pierre are all positioned in a triangle, taking turns facing one another.
• Anatole’s love letter was an absolute showstopper. People were whistling, clapping, and screaming when he started holding those really long notes. Holy crap @ Lucas Steele!!!!!

“Sonya and Natasha” / “Sonya Alone”

• “Sonya and Natasha” is intense. I was on the edge of my seat for their fighting.
• “I’m soooooooooooooo happy, and sooooooooooo frightened.” Kill it, Denée!!!! (When she’s singing about her happiness, her arms are extended widely, and when she’s singing about being frightened, she withdraws into herself.)
• “I have no will. My life is his.” During these lines, Natasha is wrapped around an increasingly agonized Sonya.
• “Sonya Alone” is one of the most powerful numbers in the show, and you really don’t recognize it until you see it live.
• The theater is almost completely dark with the exception of a spotlight on Sonya. Throughout the entirety of the song, Natasha is ambling about, tightly clutching Anatole’s letter.
• Sonya never takes her eyes off of Natasha, and your heart can’t help but ache for both of them.
• Ingrid Michaelson is truly a wonderful Sonya—maybe not as sure as Brittain but she definitely doesn’t lack heart.
• On the first “I will protect your name and your heart”, Natasha stumbles on a stair, staggered by the weight of her friend’s words. Then, she walks to the opposite side of the stage, only to be completely stopped by Sonya’s, “I know you’ve forgotten me.”
• For the rest of the song, Natasha is still, her head inclined towards Sonya.

“Preparations” / “Balaga”

• When Pierre greets Anatole at the beginning of this number, it’s almost as though he’s caught Anatole out. Anatole had been trying to sneak past unnoticed.
• Anatole shaves in front of a mirror during “Preparations”, lol. At one point, he turns to the crowd with shaving cream still on his face.
• Dolokhov sings his arguments at Anatole very fiercely during this song, even more so than he does in the recording.
• I looooooooooooove “Balaga”. It’s such a wild performance. Paul Pinto moves with such agility and manic energy. The ensemble hands out the egg shakers during this one.

“The Abduction”

• “THE ABDUCTION” IS SO GOOOD. HOLY CRAPPP.
• Anatole singing “WHOOOOA” while swinging his green jacket cleared my skin, watered my crops, and cured my depression.
• The whole theater is absolutely alive with commotion. There’s a dance off between a guy in the rear mezz and a guy on stage that’s frickin’ amazing.
• People are doing backflips.
• Natasha smashes a painting on Balaga’s head.
• Marya and Hélène are making out.
• Pierre is doing a cute jig.
• It’s beautiful, beautiful chaos.
• When Pierre screams his “WHOA” part, everyone collapses on the floor, absolutely exhausted, and then, then, the most wonderful thing happens.
• Pierre giggles.
• “Hee-hee-hee.”
• God, I love Oak.
• “Wait, wait. First we have to sit down.” Anatole made room for himself next to a girl, which was hecking funny, but what was even funnier was that the girl leaned her head on Anatole’s shoulder. The whole theater dissolved in laughter. Anatole held the quiet for a comedically long period before getting up, and when he did, he kissed the girl on the cheek. It was really cute.
• When Marya entered at the end of the song, surrounded by this harsh, red light, there were audible gasps in the audience. People weren’t expecting her, lol.

“In My House”

• GRACE MCLEAN DESERVED A TONY NOMINATION: PART TWO.
• She acted her butt out through this entire song. I’m serious.
• Her voice is dangerously quiet until, “YOU LISTEN TO ME WHEN I SPEAK TO YOU. YOU LISTEN TO ME WHEN I SPEAK TO YOU.”
• The tension in the room was palpable.
• Also, all of the yelling you hear on the recording? It’s so much more intense live. It’s fierce enough to make you flinch.
• “Don’t touch me!” At one point when Natasha screamed this, she physically pushed Marya away, and Marya wasn’t angry so much as she was stunned.
• “Natasha’s whole body shook with noiseless, convulsive sobs.” She was literally bent over, grasping the railing like she couldn’t breathe.
• “And she threw herself down on the sofa.” Natasha stands erect with her arms crossed and her head buried in them. The spotlights focus on her, and that’s when Marya softens.
• You can see the fight leave Grace McLean’s body. Her voice is incredibly tender.

“A Call to Pierre” / “Find Anatole”

• GRACE MCLEAN DESERVED A TONY NOMINATION: PART THREE.
• Her face is absolutely devastated as she’s talking to Pierre. Like, I still have chills thinking about it.
• Also, Pierre is waking up from a nap at the beginning of this number, lol.
• “I have been… studying.” He glances quickly at the place he had been napping.
• The sheer power in Oak’s voice really comes out in these next songs. Anger and fear simmers behind the way he sings. A+++
• At the beginning of “Find Anatole”, he truly sounds out of breath. His body is fully bent over for a couple of seconds.
• “He can’t be married!” The absolute horror in Denée’s voice nearly slaughters you, tbh.
• When Pierre discovers Anatole and Hélène and gets mad, they start to run away.
• Pierre is livid when he finds Anatole and Hélène. I mean, livid.

“Pierre and Anatole” / “Natasha Very Ill”

• Pierre nearly throttling Anatole is a sight™.
• “Amuse yourself with women like my wife!” The spotlight shines on Hélène as she stands up and bristles indignantly. What an amazing character touch.
• During that long pause before Pierre apologizes to Anatole, Natasha walks right between the two and drinks the arsenic. A few moments later, it begins taking effect, and she starts screaming. It’s a terrible, convincing sound. She runs off stage. Marya and Sonya follow her.
• “FOR PETERSBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURG!” :’)))
• There was a pause between “Pierre and Anatole” and “Natasha Very Ill” while we all wildly applauded that C#. Holy crap @ Lucas Steele!!!!!!!!!!!!
• “Natasha Very Ill” is sad. Everyone is devastated, especially Sonya and Marya.

“Pierre and Andrey”

• Ken Clark is an amazing Andrey. He has a v. human approach to the prince.
• When Pierre and Andrey are trading insults, there’s a lot of affection between them. It’s really as though the two haven’t seen each other in quite awhile.
• Andrey’s somewhat tender tone continues until he asks Pierre to confirm whether the rumors he had heard were true, and when Pierre replies in the affirmative, that is the very moment when Andrey assumes his colder exterior.
• It frickin’ breaks your heart.
• #PoorAndrey
• “If you wish to be my friend, never speak of that again.” During “If you wish to be my friend,” Andrey’s voice breaks seemingly on the edge of tears, and then it hardens at the end as he jabs a finger in Pierre’s chest. The moment he does so, though, he immediately looks horrified. Did I really just threaten my friend?
• “Well, goodbye” is soft.
• #PoorAndrey
• CRAP. I FORGOT THE WORST PART OF THIS SONG. Behind Andrey and Pierre, Natasha and Sonya are standing in a darkened corner. Whenever Andrey refers to Natasha, she flinches and buries herself into Sonya.
• :(

“Pierre and Natasha” / “The Great Comet of 1812”

• “Pierre and Natasha” broke me.
• At the beginning of the song, Natasha slowly makes her way down the staircase, entirely dependent on the railing to get down. It tears at your heart. You can’t help but remember how lovely and vibrant she had been at the beginning of the play.
• The nightgown she’s in makes her look so small, and with her braided hair, she looks just like a little girl.
• Oak emotes his lyrics so tenderly, so gently in this one. His voice is always on the verge of breaking.
• “She began to cry…” Yeah, no. She sobbed, and you sobbed with her. Her whole body was shaking. She had to hold on to the rail.
• An interesting tidbit: Hélène is sitting right behind Natasha, and she has her head in her hands like she’s reacting to the sadness of this scene, too.
• “All over…” At this point, Natasha is walking back up the staircase, and the theater is absolutely silent. You could have heard a pin drop. Oak says the written line to her back.
• I’ll never forget the way Oak delivered it, and I will never want to either.
• His voice simply broke on “if I were free”.
• Pierre turns away from her, and then she turns towards him, slowly making her way back to him.
• During her last lines, Natasha touches his cheek, and it is sincerely one of the most beautiful moments of this very beautiful play.
• “The Great Comet of 1812” was moving, too.
• The theater very much looked like a beautiful night sky. The comet prop was stunning, too.
• Pierre sat down at the end of the song and gazed reverentially up at the comet.

This play was one of the most beautiful experiences of my life, and I recommend it with all of my heart and soul. Please, please support it if you can.

Whipped…boyfriend!!!

“Boo!”

Y/N isn’t expecting for Harry to be surprised much, at least not for sneaking up on him.

“Y/N, love! I’ve missed ye’ so much, kitten!”

He tucks his phone into his back pocket before wrapping his arms around her waist and picking her up, a grin so wide and a feeling so comforting that nothing in the world could ruin the moment.

“Missed you loads, too, H!” She whispers into his hair, the feeling of his breath on her neck soothing her instantly.

Harry pecks at her neck before setting her back down, his eyes scanning over her every feature. His heart melts at the way she looks up at him, and when he sees her stand on her tip toes, he leans down to press his lips to hers.

It’s a playful exchange of kisses, with Y/N’s hands gripping at the sides of his printed shirt, and Harry’s large hands cupping her face. Kisses with open eyes and big stupid smiles. Kisses that don’t last longer than three second before their lips separate only to press together again. And in between them, Harry whispers ‘missed ye’ too much’ and ‘I love you’ in broken phrases.

Missed. Kiss. Ye’. Kiss. Too. Kiss. Much. Kiss.

He nudges his nose against hers lightly before pressing one last kiss to her forehead and wrapping an arm around her neck so it dangles over her shoulder as they begin to walk.

“Didn’t tell me ye’ were comin’ for a visit, love.”

Not that Harry minds, at all. He just would’ve liked to have been the first person she saw, not some random cabbie or whoever picked her up at the airport.

“Thought it’d be fun to pop by unannounced. Jeff pitched the idea after he overheard Mer talking to me over the phone. Said you could use a little company in that empty hotel room of yours.”

She bumps his hip with hers, giggling for a moment at the famous half smirk he gives her.

“Hm, well if tha’s why ye’ came here then I reckon we should get t’ tha’ empty hotel room, ehh?”

He’s stopped dead in his tracks, moving to stand in front of Y/N to look at her directly. And Harry can visibly see her tense up, the playful look she’d been sporting a few seconds ago gone.

“Y/N-” he begins, eyebrows furrowed into concern, only to be cut off.

“I’m sorry, H. I know it’s taking forever, but it’s just-” and she’s trying so hard not to disappoint him. She knows they’ve been dating far too long for intimacy not to be part of the relationship already, and it makes her mad that she can’t let herself love him in that way. Not because she doesn’t want to, she knows they’re meant to be together, she just doesn’t feel ready yet.

“No. No, kitten, you’ve got nothing t’ apologise for,” Harry’s hands rub at her upper arms soothingly, hoping to assure her that he’s okay with it, “m'not ever g'na rush this. I want ye’ t’ be sure when the time comes that you want it as much as I do.”

“But I know that it’s frustrating and-”

“-and m'g'na wait as long as I’ve got t’. M'not g'na love ye’ less b'cos of it. Jus’ wan’ ye’ t’ be sure, love.”

He gives her that smile. That toothy smile that can make all their problems fade into nothing. And so she smiles, too.

“Tha’s m'girl.”

***

“Well would ye’ look at this lovely picture.”

A 'wuh-PSSSH’ sound follows the comment, a voice too familiar not to notice.

“Still whipped, mate?”

Harry just smiles, unwrapping his arm from around Y/N to stand up and greet his friend in a proper hug.

“Oh, look at this,” Y/N can hear Harry coo before she’s even got the chance to slip out of the booth they’re currently sat at, “Freddie’s here!”

And to say he completely disregarded Louis at this point would be an understatement, he might as well be invisible now.

Harry stretches his arms out, and Louis complies at letting him hold his one year old.

“Nice t’ see ye’ too, Harry. I’ve been great, thanks mate.”

Harry pays the sarcasm no mind as he sets the baby on his hip, and instead smiles and coos at Freddie who looks up at him with happy eyes.

“Don’t worry, did the same to me earlier.” Y/N laughs at the thought of Harry having left her side with out a second thought to hold who she came to find out was an adorable little baby girl named Ruby.

Louis welcomes her into a hug, whispering a low 'outta have kids then’ in her ear.

And that warms her heart. To think that one day, she’ll be lucky enough to welcome a lovely little human that’ll be a mix of her and Harry, she honestly can’t wait. But now she feels even more guilty.

But Harry smiles at her adoringly, baby Freddie in his arms chuckling and trying to grab at Harry’s short but now longer hair.

“I see you two are still disgustingly sweet as usual,” Louis comments.

Just the way Harry looks at you, it’s unreal and anyone who knew you both would swear you were meant for each other, even before either of you realised it. And that’s exactly what your friends thought. Seeing Harry look at you the way he did at the many dinners and house parties everyone would gather for definitely added to those thoughts.

And you two have been practically inseparable ever since New York. You were glad Harry had gathered up the courage to find you that night, don’t know if you’d be in this position if he hadn’t. You were glad he was hell bent on not leaving that hotel room until things were cleared up because “really miss m'best friend. Tell me wha’ I did so I can fix it, kit'en.” And you were glad he’d said those three words that solidified the fact that he was there to make sure you were his, even though you had been all along.

“Will be. So long as this one will have me,” the press of Harry’s lips to Y/N’s has Louis grunting in pretend distaste.

“Better get going, don’ wanna interrupt Harry still being whipped.”

Harry hands Freddie over with a pout.

“Still no complaints though.”

***

To say everything is going perfect would be an understatement. Harry’s music is being praised and appreciated and Y/N can’t explain how happy it makes her that Harry’s happy. His performances are nothing short of amazing, and she loves seeing him gush over “they were singing along, babe! Just a great feelin’!”

She’s been flying back and forth along his side during all this. New York, London, Paris, and then back to New York. And Harry loves sharing this with her. He loves having her watching him from the side lines, singing along as she claps and gives him thumbs up and blows kisses at him for support. He loves getting off stage with so much adrenaline and kissing her so hard because Harry doesn’t take anything for granted, no. He’s thankful he’s getting to do what he loves and even more with his better half by his side.

“A'right. How do I look?” His jazz hands and that big smile plastered on his face are indication of just how hyped he is for this.

“I’ve never seen anyone pull off black better than you, H!”

And it’s true. Harry can pull off any colour. Blue, red, yellow, pink; you name it! But black. Black gives him a sexy sort of mysterious sophistication.

“Think so?” He looks himself over in the mirror, content at his choice.

Y/N looks at him through the mirror from where she’s sat on the couch of his dressing room, nodding a yes as she gets up to stand on the furniture.

“Please no stage diving today?” She’d be all for it, if it weren’t for the fact that he’s already tried it and it didn’t go as planned. She really doesn’t want him or any of the fans getting injured.

Harry only chuckles and nods in embarrassment as he strides over to stand in front of her, his head tilting up just a bit to look at her since she’s standing on the cushions.

“M'serious, Harry!” But she smiles anyway, arms lazily slung over his shoulders and around his neck. She brings a hand to tug at the hairs at the nape of it as Harry sets his at either side on her hips, thumbs rubbing at her hipbones.

It’s the last listening party before the album is released, and Harry’s pretty sure the second he mentions stage diving, Jeff will have him pulled off stage. Or carried because it is Jeff after all.

“I’ll try not to, kit'en.” Harry doesn’t know why it was a good idea to do it in the first place. But he had all that adrenaline and he was just so excited. Y/N of course had scolded him and slapped his arm after he got off stage because, “you could’ve broken something Harry!!” But he’d kissed the small amount of anger away.

“I’ll be watching from the sides?” Every time before a performance or an interview she says that, and every time she does Harry smiles just as big.

***

“Congrats, Ni!!!!!”

Finally, after a few months of all the boys doing their own thing, everyone’s finally got a chance to gather up at a small venue for Harry’s pre-launch party. Jeff had asked Y/N for help in terms of invitees, and it’d be outrageous not to have Liam, Niall, and Louis attend.

And so Niall is the last to arrive, and the moment he walks through the door, a very tipsy Y/N can’t contain her excitement at finally reuniting with another one of her friends.

“Oí, have enough drinks for the rest of us have ya?” Niall just about tumbles back with the sudden weight of her body as she throws herself at him, but he catches her in his arms and steadies her.

“You’re late mister,” she’s slurring just a bit, words somewhat coherent.

“Does 'arry know you’re drunk??”

He wraps an arm around her waist for support, in fear that she might be too over her head to even walk with out tripping and falling.

“Drunk? M'not drunk,” she pokes at his chest, and Niall only now notices the red cup in her hand threatening to spill over his shirt, “you’re just sober.”

He lets out a lively laugh. Drunk Y/N is something else, and he’s only ever seen her like this when Harry’s not really paying attention to her.

She hiccups and continues with a pout, “he’s over somewhere. With some girl,” she motions her hand around and nowhere in particular, again, the drink sploshing around in the red cup.

Harry hadn’t meant to leave her alone, he’d been pulled away from her side by someone he can’t even recall the name of, because that’s how out of it he is. So he’s been handed drink left and right, downing them with out retaliation because he doesn’t wanna seem like a downer. And although he really should go find his Y/N, he doesn’t think she’d mind if she’s having fun too.

But she’s not. At least not as much as she’d like. All she wants is for Harry to kiss her and hold her hand, because they’re both affectionate drunks, and it’s always a plus to annoy their friends in that way. But she hasn’t seen him in a while. Last she caught a glimpse was about an hour or so ago, when he was being led over to a group of people she doesn’t really recognise, and it made her notice how out of it she is. She doesn’t remember inviting half the people in the room, but the little attention Harry seems to be giving her has her drinking with out a purpose.

It reminds her of when they were only friends. In the same circumstance, she’d drink the night away in hopes of erasing the image of Harry smiling wide, eyes crinkled because some girl was whispering god knows what in his ear. He’d be hunched over just a bit to give the girl better access as she mumbled and giggled. And Harry would nod slightly before moving to whisper something back, face too close to her liking. But it, too, was always nothing, because shortly after she would have to turn away. Try to hide the fact that yes, she might have been staring at Harry for much longer than she’d ever admit to. And when he’d catch a glimpse of her doing just the same with a guy, giggling and whispering and smiling like crazy, he’d make his way over. Weaving his way around dancing bodies to get to her. And he’d smile that drink infused crooked smile of his before whispering something like “let’s get ye’ home, pet,” and leading her out of the place with his palm to her lower back.

So yeah, this sort of reminds her of old times. Only this time, they’re actually dating and he’s nowhere to be found.

***

Harry doesn’t remember getting home. He doesn’t remember taking off his clothes either.

In fact, the last thing he remembers is Y/N kissing at his neck and tugging at his pants.

And..oh no. If that’s how…if they were both drunk and-ah shit! Neither of them were suppose to be drunk when it finally happened. Harry wanted to make sure she would be okay with everything going on. He would have wanted to whisper how good she was taking him. Wanted to assure her that he was there with her, that all he wanted was to make her feel good. Harry just wanted to make love to her the right way.

And now he doesn’t even remember half the night.

So he brings his hand over his face, because not only does he not remember, he also doesn’t recognise the room he’s woken up in.

And then he looks beside him at the body under the white sheets.

He doesn’t recognise the person he’s woken up next to.

That’s not his Y/N.



Whipped…Boyfriend!!! Pt.2

DTR

DTR= Determining the Relationship. (It’s an inside joke and I’m the only one who’ll understand it lol). 

Requested by @mikimiska113 and @flyinposts and a bunch of anons. 

The boat rocked on the waves, the soft ebb and flow washing against the exterior. It was choppier than normal and she knew that some of the crew members would be up on the top deck being sick over the side of the boat, but Dany never was. She was just at home on the water as she was on land. She liked to think it was because something in her remembered her flight to Dragonstone when she was nothing more than a spark of possibility; remembered her family being torn apart. 

It reminded her of all the time she spent on ships as a child, fleeing from one place to another but never settling down long enough anywhere to truly call it her home. It reminded her of nights when she’d played quietly in the corner with her dolls, or read by candlelight, or sat and stared out at the waves praying that Viserys wouldn’t look at her in that way he so often had. 

But she’d never expected this. Not even in her wildest daydreams, the ones she’d laughingly confessed to Missandei during her nightly baths. 

Their lovemaking had lost its feverished pace a long time ago; now the sex was soft and exploratory, the passion quiet and restrained as the events of the day caught up with them and they lost the initial frenzied desire to make each other theirs. 

He had a beautiful body. She didn’t know why she’d never noticed it before; she’d noticed, certainly, how the hard lines of his muscles stood out on his chest and how soft and silky his hair was-but now that she could see it in its entirety, the hard lines and smooth planes, the scars on his chest that did nothing to mar his beauty but added to his intrigue…all she could do was kiss him again and again, feeling her mouth meld into his…

She let out a little moan in the back of her throat and Jon’s lips traced along her collarbone. She couldn’t remember ever being loved like this, ever even imagining a love like this was even possible…

Just then the door opened. “Your grace, I was hoping that we could discuss-”

They quickly disentangled themselves. Dany looked around somewhat desperately, casting about for her clothes-which had somehow ended up on the other side of the room. Jon looked just as abashed, and eventually she compromised by pulling the blanket over both of them. “Yes Lord Tyrion?”

Tyrion didn’t look fazed-or at least, if he was surprised to see them both naked in her chambers he didn’t say anything about it. “I can see the two of you are busy. I’ll come back in the morning.” He turned and left abruptly, making sure he closed the door behind him on his way out. 

There was a long silence between them. It was one thing to make love when you were sure you weren’t being watched and no one knew, where you could forget about it in the morning if something went wrong. It was quite another to know that you’d been discovered and found out. It added another level of realism to the entire encounter, like a dream they could wake up from. 

And she didn’t want Jon to leave. Not now. Not like this. 

He laughed softly and she couldn’t help laughing either-though her heart beat nervously, wondering if this was the moment when they would both come to their senses and realize that they shouldn’t be doing this. “I suppose we could have been quieter…”

“I don’t want to be quiet,” she replied. “He should have knocked.” 

He lay on his back and for a moment they were silent, listening to the water lap against the boat’s hull. She was tempted to say something, to break the silence that had somehow sprung up between them…but she stayed quiet, sensing Jon was just gathering his thoughts as he so often did. He was never one to speak his mind, without thinking it through first. 

Finally he sat up abruptly, the sheet falling down and making the candlelight dance across his chest. “If I was too forward-”

She had to kiss him to keep him quiet, to convey all of her love for him and all of the happiness he gave her, simply be being who he was. “You were wonderful.” 

“We shouldn’t be doing this…”

“I know.” But neither of them made any move to get out of bed; it might have been the wrong time, the wrong place, but there was something that pulled them together-some kind of thread that kept them from straying too far from each other. “Do you always wear your hair that way?”

He touched the top of his bun, looking hurt (Tyrion sometimes said that his hair was almost as pretty as hers). “What’s wrong with it?” 

“It just doesn’t seem comfortable to sleep in.” She raised a hand to touch it and he didn’t tell her to stop, even as she took out a handful of pins. His hair cascaded down around his shoulders, smooth and silky, and it fell through her fingers like water when she touched it. It nearly made her wet again. “You should wear your hair down more often, Lord Snow.”

His smile was abashed but his touch was firm as he touched her own hair, the intricate braids that criscrossed the back of her head. “And how long does it take you to do your hair in the mornings?”

Without taking her eyes off of him (she loved his eyes; she could get lost in his eyes) she started to undo the braids that Missandei had done up so carefully that morning. She felt strangely exposed when she let her hair down, feeling its weight touch the back of her neck. It felt as if she was showing him part of herself, something that she hadn’t shown anyone in a very long time-especially not a man. 

Braids were strong and powerful; another part of a mask she almost never dropped.

She turned on her side to face him; he ran a hand down her shoulder and along her arm, eventually taking her hand. They were so close; she could have reached out and touched the scar over his heart, the scar she had kissed earlier in the night. When she spoke again her voice was low; there was something about the moment that felt sacred and she didn’t want to disturb it. 

“What do we tell him?”

“What can we tell him? It’s a bit hard to explain away…all of this.” Or mistake it for anything other than what it was.

“He’s too smart,” she replied. “Whatever we say he’d see through.”

“Is he going to lecture us?”

She sighed. “I don’t know. I don’t know what he can tell us that we don’t already know.” She knew this wasn’t a good idea-they both did. In another lifetime, maybe-maybe the King in the North and the Queen in the South could have married for political strength and personal happiness. But they were fighting wars on multiple fronts and it seemed wrong, sacrilege almost, to think about love in a time like this. 

And now that she’d met Jon, she didn’t want to think about her life when they inevitably parted. 

He sighed, moving a bit closer as if he wanted to embrace her again. “It’s always been dangerous before. We know that.” 

“And this can’t change our goals. It doesn’t change who we fight for.” 

“We’re fighting for the same thing. We’re fighting to survive. Anything besides that…it’s a distraction. We can’t afford distractions right now. When the war’s over we’ll figure out the rest of it.” Gods, he looked like an angel-and he looked at her like she was the most precious thing in the world. 

She didn’t know that anyone had looked at her like that before. “We might not survive the wars to come.” 

“I know. But we’ll fight, to the very last.” 

“We can’t afford to be divided, not now. We’re stronger together.” She fingered the scar on his chest, feeling his heart beating underneath it. His pulse was a bit erratic, probably from their lovemaking, but still strong and steady. Alive. 

Unlike Viserion’s heart, that would never beat again. We’ll fight and survive. We have to. Otherwise he died for nothing. “ I said we would destroy the Night King and his army together, and we will. We have to make something good come out of all of this suffering.” 

Their feet touched beneath the sheets. She wondered if this had always been meant to happen, the two of them on this boat, from the moment they’d first met. Had there been some inevitability to it? Had she known, the first time she’d seen him walk into her throne room, that there was something about him that was different from any man she’d ever met?

“I’m afraid.”

He didn’t look phased. He didn’t even look surprised. “I’m afraid too. I would be surprised if you weren’t.” 

The dragons flew over the boat; their roars shook it to its foundation. Only two…Viserion’s was strangely absent. She hadn’t realized that she could pick them apart individually, until his was gone. For the first time she felt unsteady, unsure. Maybe even afraid. 

It felt like they stood on the edge of a precipice; if they stepped too far in any one direction, they would fall. 

But then again, perhaps they’d made that decision as soon as her bedroom door had closed behind them. 

“Will you stay here? I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.” 

“Neither do I.” 

They shared a few last kisses, slow and deep and probing, as if trying to make up for the fact that they didn’t have all the time in the world left to them. Jon dropped off first; she could hear his breath even out, see his eyelids slip closed and stay that way. 

She fell asleep a bit later, twining her hand in his. 

This is going to be a two-shot of sorts because I’ll be writing the morning after oneshot tomorrow. 

IT Drama Production Headcanons

- Bill got the lead and when he did all the Losers piled into a group hug because they’re so happy for him and he nearly cried because he didn’t think he could do it, but he did

- Bev is the lead opposite him but she also helped (read: did all the work to) make the costumes because the school couldn’t rent all of them

- Richie always gets the comedic roles and every time he comes to rehearsal everyone just simultaneously groans and cheers because what would the drama department be without him and he just feels really loved

- Eddie is a stage hand and he and Richie just make out backstage and people have stopped trying to stop them like it’ll happen no matter what

- Eddie always freaks out though because there’s dust and spiders and once someone screamed rat and we all know how that went down

- Tech Week is INTENSE

- Stan and Ben work tech and lights and Stan keeps missing his cues because he’s so mesmerized by Bill’s performance

- he helps organize the stage manager’s binder and color codes which button is pressed when, it’s a wonderful set up

- Richie always ad libs his lines and no one can say theirs because they’re too busy laughing

- Ben just does his homework during tech week and he can tell which button to press (courtesy of Stan’s colored tape) without looking up from his book. It’s terrifying

- Bev has an entire book full of sketches of costumes and stayed up so late making them but she gets so many compliments and she’s just so happy

- Eddie sometimes goes to chill up with Ben and Stan when they’re just running certain scenes without costume changes and Richie always calls up to him while he’s on stage

- “you look hot, babe!”
“you can’t see me past those lights, dipshit!”

- Even though Ben is the master of timed cues, he sometimes forgets when Bev is onstage because her voice is like honey and Ben is in love

- he helped her run lines and they nearly did the kissing scene and he always tells Stan about it in the tech booth

- “my heart was going to EXPLODE, Stan!”
“so you’ve said…I’m happy for you”

- Eddie likes to just take a nap during tech and Richie loves it

- Stan and Ben always look away during the Kiss™ between Bill and Bev because they love their friends and know it’s fake but it HURTS

- Stan and Ben quote the show to themselves while working and it’s hilarious how good of impressions they do

- “Stan, you have such a good voice, you should do the next play!”
“or I could not…”

- during the show Stan and Ben nearly miss their cues because Bill and Bev are amazing™ but the other catches it quickly enough that no one notices

- Richie ad libs a line about Eddie on opening and everyone loses their shit (the audience loved it so the director just let it slide)

- Mike comes to every show and brings flowers for everyone and screams so loud for all of them because THOSE ARE HIS FRIENDS

- Georgie always came to rehearsals and they even had a bio for him out in the hall because he was such an integral part of the cast by that point

- Richie wasn’t allowed a quote because all he did were dick jokes, mom jokes, or quotes from porn stars. He almost snuck one in, but Stan ratted on him. 

- the cast party is LIT and they sneak mike in and it’s just so much fun and everyone is just so happy because they had so much fun and are so proud of each other

Theory: Mirri Maz Duur’s prophecy was never about Drogo. 

“When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east. When the seas go dry and mountains blow in the wind like leaves. When your womb quickens again, and you bear a living child. Then he will return, and not before.”

For a long time i believed this prophecy predicted the big love in Daenerys story; aka Jon and not Khal Drogo coming back to life, but mostly in the means of “You’re going to fall in love again”. Last night realised that maybe this one wasn’t about falling in love again, but actually bringing back someone from death; Jon Snow. 

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25th Anniversary Phantom Observations
  • raoul is dissociating as they play the monkey music box
  • erik drops the first sandbag because carlotta is flirting with andre and he wants to save the poor man
  • “mom tell them i say hey and tell them to stay out of box five and to pay me thanks i love you”
  • hAdLeY fRaSeR is just so damn pretty
  • raouls little jog up the stairs from christine’s dressing room reblog if you agree
  • hey erik maybe if you didn’t yell at your girlfriend she wouldn’t be afraid of you
  • raouls eye roll when carlotta snatches the letter out of his hand reblog if you agree
  • raouls little eyebrow quirk / half smile combo during the rooftop scene as he says “there is no phantom of the opera”
  • erik shaking and rocking in order to calm himself and then reacting out of anger because he cannot sufficiently process his emotions
  • erik spreading his arms so the cloak looks like wings and he looks like an angel when he says “the phantom asked of yooooouuuuuuu”
  • raouls flamboyant hand motion during masquerade
  • protective raoul
  • raoul kneeling before christine and cradling her face in his hands
  • raoul yelling “clever friend” threateningly / being genuinely concerned and angry for and on christine’s behalf
  • mme giry sticking up for eriks music during rehearsal of don juan
  • piangi shaking and stumbling over his lines because he’s scared of erik
  • the violin transition before wishing you were somehow here again
  • christine’s strength and determination shining through her facial expressions and vocal intonation during wishing you were somehow here again
  • eriks feathery hat during wandering child
  • the sweetness in eriks voice during the first verse of wandering child
  • erik getting steadily more desperate / begging throughout wandering child
  • the way raoul spits “this thing” during wandering child
  • the fire balls !!!
  • raoul stamping down his anger in order to place christine’s safety as his first priority at the end of wandering child
  • raoul saying “give the order”
  • raouls facial expression when erik announces himself after the doors have been secured and starts throwing his voice
  • “for once monsieur le viscount is right”
  • erik just wants to watch his opera he doesn’t care that the whole police force is there
  • christine’s facial expressions during past the point of no return
  • the way christine wipes her mouth and erik takes her wrist in his hand during past the point of no return
  • erik grabbing his thighs and shaking when christine touches him during past the point of no return
  • eriks lips parting in shock and his little head shake when christine whips the hood off his face
  • erik looking so disheveled and his voice cracking when he sings the verse from all i ask of you to her
  • “say you want me”
  • madame giry holding meg to comfort her and then grabbing for raoul and telling meg to stay as she leads raoul by the hand after erik and christine
  • raoul rolling his sleeves up
  • the way raoul sincerely and gently says thank you to madame giry amongst his fear
  • the way erik has very obviously slicked his hair back again by the time christine is in the wedding dress but it’s still sticking up all over the place
  • christine holding eriks arms and looking him in the eyes when she sings the line “it’s in your soul where the true distortion lies”
  • eriks breathy “monsieur
  • erik playing the organ because he doesn’t know what else to do after the line “this is the choice”
  • christines face when she says “tears of hate”
  • raouls “please” in “please forgive me”
  • raouls save in “why make her lie to you to save me”
  • erik sitting down because he’s overwhelmed
  • eriks resigned “make your choice” as he drops the veil
  • eriks hands trembling when christine calls him pitiful
  • erik fidgeting on the hand that usually has the ring on it
  • raoul turning away when christine kisses erik because he can’t bear to watch
  • erik squeezing christines hands a final time as his goodbye before going to release raoul
  • erik touching his lips after the kiss
  • raoul squaring up as erik approaches him, and the expression on his face
  • raoul grabbing eriks elbow when erik picks him up after releasing him from the noose and the second of prolonged eye contact they make
  • “angel in hell” as erik starts melting down and then him collapsing on the stairs and sobbing
  • eriks whimpering as he drags himself over to the monkey music box
  • the way eriks voice breaks on “paper faces”
  • erik turning and seeing christine and straightening his vest as he stands
  • “christine i love you” is a soft gentle statement of fact and he looks so sad and she kisses his hand and he shakes and watches her go and when she turns to look at him he inclines his head, giving her his consent to please go
  • erik sinking back to the floor and clutching the veil
  • raoul extending his hand to christine and the look on his face
  • erik kissing the veil
  • the tears visible on eriks face during his final lines
  • meg in pants
  • meg fully prepared to find erik under the cloak
I’ll take what’s left of you

The wonderful orenjimaru (I put a link because it refuses to tag) drew a fabulous piece with Jack and Gabriel on Tumblr and Twitter

Which inspired me to write this:


Gabriel visited the one Angela called ‘Jack’ every time he was at the watchpoint.

It had taken her weeks to relent and let him inside, she thought his intentions malicious, but that was to be expected. A cancer was growing inside of Overwatch and it was Gabriel’s job to snuff it out. However, that didn’t mean he wasn’t at the top of the list in ‘persons of interest’.

The first time he visited, it was for a routine check-up and the large, bubbling tube of green liquid caught his eye from the exam room. He had migrated to it like a bug to a light, booted footsteps heavy against Angela’s tile floor.

Jack’ was a sight to behold.

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College Au Pt.1

•Lance was enjoying a regular day of college, the simplicities of school work and stress.
•Along the lines he had class with low and behold Keith Kogane, mullet-headed jerk.
•It was in the middle of class when he got a sudden phone call, his ring tone loud and obnoxious. The professor stopped what they were doing and looked at Lance.
•"Sir I swear it’s an emergency, my sister will never call me during class, is it alright if I step outside and take this?“ The professor surprisingly let him and he walked out to answer the call.
•"Sis? Everything alright?” Her voice blasted through the speakers, her voice sounding heavy and tear strained. “Sis! What’s wrong?”
Her breath steadied as she tried to regain composure, “Lance, it’s your brother…he didn’t make it.”
•He stared at his phone, the edges of his eyes slowly beginning to streak with water, his breathing grew heavier as he slid down the wall of the hallway. “Hermana…please tell me you’re joking.” His voice croaked as more tears were falling. “Please tell me that he’s alright and it was just a close call, Hermana please…”
The call was silent for a moment before he heard the sound of weeping. “I’m sorry Hermano… I am so sorry.”
•Lance stopped breathing for a moment as his anxiety built up, he started taking slow breathes, in and out. In and out. He looked at the time and then at his screen, “I’m on my way Hermana… I’m sorry.”
* Lance got up slowly, wiping away his tears, straining himself from the pain and walked into the classroom.
* Everybody stared at him, noticing his red strained eyes, the marks of tear streaks upon his cheeks and the sign of his chest inwardly going in and out in panicked breathes. But everyone noticed how much he tried to control these emotions especially after he walked up to the professor as his voice croaked from trying to speak.
* The professor paused and looked at him, “uhm class I’m going to be a moment so please continue with your notes as I will be right back.” He took Lance by the arm and dragged him into his office.
* Everyone sat still in silence, trying to contemplate what has just happened. Lance the goofball of the classroom who always tells jokes and smiles like there’s no tomorrow, stormed into the room like he was just hit by a tornado.
* People were whispering and gossiping, but mainly with concern.
* That is until both he and the professor walked out, Lance following behind with such paleness as he strode over to his bag and walked out of the classroom.
* The professor stood back by the board and spoke, “uhm I-class please excuse what has just happened until further notice. There seems to have been some… complications and Lance won’t be attending class for the next couple of days.”
* Was Lance okay? What happened for him to breakdown so quickly? Why is he taking days off of class? Did something happen? So many questions were spread throughout the class until the end of the bell.
* What was wrong with Lance?

What if Grantaire never saw beauty in himself because he was too busy looking at all the beauty he could see around him? He saw Jehan’s hair, waving in the air like a red ocean as they crossed the street, Ferre’s delicate and long hands as he kept fidgeting with a pencil during a meeting, Bahorel’s muscles hardening in happiness as he hugged a long lost friend, Feuilly’s tired eyes leaving all his worries behind as he opened the Musain’s door; and also R saw Cosette’s neck, proudly high as she walked through the meeting, Eponine’s hungry eyes while she saw other people’s affection, Musichetta’s eyebrows curving bittersweetly as she remembered her past; Grantaire kept looking and saw Bossuet’s grin as a drop of blood fell from his nose after he hit again against the door, Joly’s focused glance, his eyes narrowing to a thin line, as his hands polished his beloved old cane, Marius’ freckles vanishing in his reddened cheeks as he drowned is his friend’s embrace. Grantaire saw a lot, beside Enjolras’ blonde locks and fierce stance, he saw so many beautiful friends and forgot how sparkly his eyes were as he kept looking at those wonders

So you know how the curse of Achilles makes you really sleepy and even Chiron tells Percy that when Achilles wasn’t fighting he was sleeping? Like that must mean lots of sleeping percy after tlo so consider this:

  • annabeth leaning against a tree, drawing blueprints and percy falling asleep on her shoulder accidentally and her staying there till he wakes up
  • percy going to the beach laying down for one sec and falling asleep with the sounds of the wave (and waking up w/ an awkward tan) 
  • sally finding percy asleep on the couch even though it’s early and throwing a blanket over him 
  • annabeth coming over to study and percy just laying his head on her lap and falling asleep for the entirety of it 
  • percy constantly denying he’s sleepy in between a yawn
  • percy taking a seat after sword fighting to cool off only to be found sleeping with his head bent and drool coming out of his mouth 
  • annabeth studying the soft lines of his face when he falls asleep on him b/c he looks so peaceful and adorable
  • percy literally falling asleep during every movie night w/ annabeth ever 
  • bedhead hair forever
  • paul giving percy a pass to sleep in his class b/c he knows why 
  • percy falling asleep in the strawberry fields only to realize someone’s drawn something on his face 
  • puffy sleep filled eyes
  • waking up confused and like oh shit sorry annabeth 
  • adamantly claiming to everyone he’s not sleepy at all only to have his eyes half closed and in a perpetual state of dozing
  • sleepy percy 
That’s Crazy (Derek)

a derek fic? what in the world


“You’re pregnant.” Lydia observes as you shove a hoodie into your bag. “Whose is it?”

“Dereks.” You pant, sliding an arm over your counter of makeup and shrugging off what falls on the floor. “It’s no big deal, we hook up sometimes when there’s no one else.”

“Y/N, if it’s Dere-”

“Then I need to go.” You counter, shoving all your items into the luggage bag. “He’d understand.”

“So he doesn’t know, at all.” She groans, crossing the room and sinking onto your bed.

“You’re the only one who does know, and you can’t tell. I have a person growing inside of me, and if I’m gonna keep my little pea safe, then I need to get as far from Beacon Hills as I can.” You exhale a long breath, sweeping your hair from your face. Lydia stares at you and you bite your lip, crossing and sinking into a crouch before her. “You know I’m not to sort to do this if I’m not serious.”

“I know.” She rasps, covering your palm on her knee with her own. “That’s why this sucks so much.”


You beamed at Derek across the sheets and he laughed softly, looking toward the ceiling with a smile brightening his expression.

“Don’t tell me it wasn’t hilarious.” You snicker, sliding closer and pushing yourself into his eye line. “Admit it.”

“It wasn’t really appropriate.” He hedges and you cackle, your finger pressing his bottom lip lightly.

“Anything above bestiality and paedophilia is always appropriate during sex.” You point out, gasping when he nips lightly at the pad of your finger. “A bite from a werewolf! What have you done!”

He laughs, rolling onto his side as you flop backwards off him, your head hitting the pillow with a dramatic sound.

“I like this.” He mumbles softly and you eye him curiously.

“Hanging out together naked? Like without- and when I say without I mean after, sex? I like it too.” You beam and he smiles again, his expression breathtaking. Quite literally so when he kisses you just as you’re about to inhale. “Oh!-” You squeak, pulling back from Derek and earning yourself a glower. “Also, penis to the ear is inappropriate for sex.”

“You are never gonna let that go, are you?” Derek groans, eyeing you disdainfully and you can’t help cackling.

“Der, when I let that go will be the day I’m buried. I’ll hold onto it a few days after death, and when the dirt covers my coffin, will I finally get over it.” You snort, only to glare at the sudden focus in his gaze. “Murder isn’t legal, Der, and really, killing a gal because she keeps telling everyone of the time you prodded her in the ear because you were too impatient? Totally not Zen.”

“It was an accident! It was both our faul- Wait, telling everyone?”

“What?”


Lydia sighs and stands, crossing to your bag and pulling everything out. For a moment, your lips part to stop her and she spears you with a glare. ‘

“You’re going to need everything you can fit.” She glowers, folding items with military precision and replacing them in the bag, and grabbing other items from around the room. “We’re going to Peters, then you can drop me home and disappear.”

“Peters?” You cringe and she rolls her eyes, unplugging your chargers and stuffing it and the powerboard into the bag.

“Peter has money he’ll give you, since we both know you don’t have enough.” She mutters, zipping the bag and hefting it into her arms. “Grab your things, come on.”


The club music boomed above and you could see Derek fighting the bitter look on his face for you. Resting a gentle palm on his arm, you smile at him and he relaxes, the expression instantly turning sour and you laugh.

“The music.” He explains and you nod easily, eyeing the crowd around the bar where you stand. A girl eyes you and Derek and you look examine her.

“Red hair, four o’clock.” You offer and he glances in the girls direction before turning back to you.

“She smells like drugs.” He sighs, flagging down the bartender.

“You can smell that from here? Jeez.” You hiss, eyeing her and blindly accepting the drink from Derek. Taking a sip, you scan the crowd again, locking on a blonde but discarding her instantly. “This is good, thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” Derek murmurs, arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you against him possessively. Ignoring whatever’s riled him, you beam up at the dark haired man, running a thumb over his jawline.

“Thank you again.” You smirk and he repeats himself, his thumb rubbing the bare skin of your back minutely.


“You’re pregnant.” Peter says, repeating your words and you nod, swallowing hard. “Okay.”

“Good.” Lydia says, seating herself on his couch and gesturing for you to follow him. Nervously, you do as bid and follow Peter through his apartment, stopping in the doorway to his office.

“How much would you like?” Peter asks, pulling a tablet from a safe and your jaw falls open but no words come. “Two hundred thousand should last you… But with a baby…”

He hums, tapping on the screen before beckoning you closer. “I need your bank details.”

“I- ah-”

“Y/N, it’s okay.” He promises gently, meet your gaze with a serious look. “I don’t think you should run, but you’ve got a Hale inside you. And if Derek is anything like me, he’d have wanted to know there was someone out there helping the mother of his child. If all I can do for you is money, then you can have as much as you like.”

“Thank you.” You croak, not looking at the number of zeros as you type your details into the boxes and hand the device back.

Peter taps the screen a few more times before locking it and setting it in the safe. Locking the box, he crosses the room and pulls open a drawer.

“Here. It has my number in it and you can add Lydias.” He says, offering you a cell phone. “If you’re ever in trouble, something goes wrong, it’ll always be topped up and I’ll always answer.”

“Peter.” You swallow, trying to clear your throat of the lump that’s blocking it.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” He smirks, setting the phone into your hand. “Keep it on you and hidden at all times. Okay? Hidden.”

“Okay.” You nod seriously, clutching it to your chest. Peter smiles, his hand gentle as he guides you from the room and back to Lydia.

“I’m glad you brought her.” Peter says and Lydia nods, her gaze level on his.

“I knew you’d help her.” She answers succinctly and he smiles, just slightly. Just as you’re about to move toward Lydia, your phone vibrates in your pocket and something inside you promises that it’s Derek.


“No Josie tonight?” You ask, the phone pressed to your ear and the sound of Dereks rumbly laughter drifts out.

She wanted to see my place.” He explains and you roll your eyes, glad he can’t see you. Commitment-phobe didn’t even begin to describe Derek.

“I know this argument before so I’m not going to bring it up-”

“I just don’t want some creep girls who can’t move on stalking me. Or leaving things behind.” He cuts in and you groan.

“I said I know.” You whine and he laughs, asking for you to come over again. “Yeah, I’ll be there in half an hour.”

Climbing from your bed, you hang up and strip out of the comfy pyjamas you were wearing and replace them with lacy, gold lingerie.

Slipping a giant jumper over the top and leggings, you gather your things and head for his house.


“Come on, take me home.” Lydia coos, and you offer her the phone Peter had given you and slipping yours from your pocket.

“Thanks Peter, really.” You offer, bidding him goodbye, unconcerned when he doesn’t respond.

Come over tonight?

Chewing your lip, you tap out an answer and slip the phone back into your pocket. “Done?”

“Done.” Lydia answers, handing you the phone back and you smile, unlocking the doors of your car.


the end (it’s gonna have a second part ofc)

Live Stream Lullaby

Pairing: Teamiplier X Reader

Request: Hmmmm…..maybe something along the lines of reader hanging out with Teamiplier during a livestream and they fall asleep and everyone else wants to draw on them but one of the members won’t allow it (you choose the ‘protective’ member) :)
I just think that’d be super cute

Warnings: slight swearing, fluff

A/N: first post for my lovely friends @punkyoutubertrash and @mrenee15


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“Not with that attitude,” Tikki giggled. “Relax, Marinette, you’ll be a great Juliette! Don’t push yourself too hard. Besides, you’ll have the book right in front of you in class; you don’t have to memorize anything.”

“I know,” Marinette sighed dejectedly. “But I have to practice this, at least. What if Adrien plays Romeo? I want him to be captivated by my Juliette, and that can’t happen if I just read straight from the book.”

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Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,800

Warnings: language, sexual tension/references, a mild panic attack, mentions of breakups

A/N: Part 6 because I have homework I don’t want to do. Hope you guys like it!

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Sometimes, the heart demands feel-good smut with feelings (Probably the sweetest stuff I’ve written in a while). I just need for them to have some tender moments, okay? ;). Takes place post-4x05 

Also on AO3 [Part 3 of the Appropriation Series with @bellohmyblake


Clarke isn’t sure the dust will ever settle for life on the ground. The piercing scent of burning rubble hangs thick in the air as the orange glow finally begins to fade, swallowed up by the blackness of night.

After hours of treating inhalation injuries and burns, the stream of patients has finally trickled down to a halt. The makeshift med-bay is completely full of recovering patients, but by some miracle, none of them are in critical condition.

Harper gives Clarke a tired smile as she makes her way over. “I think we’ve got this covered, Clarke, if you need to go take care of other things.”

Clarke squeezes her shoulder with a grateful nod, “Thank you, Harper.”

She takes one more glance around and spots Bellamy on the far side of the room, speaking in hushed tones with Miller. As if he can sense her gaze on him, he meets her eyes with a barely perceptible nod. She fights the urge to squirm under a stare so intense it feels like it’s physically holding her in place.

With one look, she’s transported back to the quarry. She swallows back a bolt of nausea at the vivid memory of the wind being knocked out of her as the bag was pulled off Bellamy’s head. She reminds herself that he’s safe. He’s here. He’s still with her. He wraps up his conversation with Miller and makes his way back to her with slow, steady strides that contrast the erratic rhythm of her heart, not once taking his eyes off her.

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I actually tried to guess the flowers they are holding, even going so far as to look up examples and their meanings.
Why?
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“Puppy for sale?” he asks, his accent thick. European, Kimmy guesses, but she’s pretty bad at pinpointing these kinds of things. He’s pointing at the wriggling ball of fur in her lap, gnawing at a plastic bone.  

“Adoption,” Kimmy says, then cradles the puppy as she stands. “Would you like to hold him?”

“Can I?” the man asks, sounding pleasantly surprised as he sets down his groceries.

“Sure,” Kimmy says. This particular puppy hasn’t really been catching the attention of families throughout the day. He’s a little plain, Kimmy supposes, and shy around strangers. “Just kind of hold him with two hands—there you go.”

The man is astonishingly gentle when she transfers the puppy to him, and the dog looks comically small in his hands. The man’s eyes are twinkling, and he holds the dog close to his chest, kissing it on the head very lightly as he murmurs in Russian.

“His name’s Kenny,” Kimmy says. “We found him in a box downtown, along with a couple others. They’ve all had their shots, gotten fixed, microchipped, it’s all included in the adoption fees.”

“His name Kenny?” the man grins, like there’s a joke behind that. 

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No Apologies

Call me a thief, there’s been a robbery.
I left with her heart, tore it apart. Made
no apologies. Just call me a thief. 
She was on top of me, then I left with her
heart. Broken and scarred. Made no apology. (xxx)


[Y/N] posed with the Spider-Man cast on the carpet. Her smile dazzling the crowd as she tried to keep up the ruse that she wasn’t hating every minute of having Tom’s hand resting on the middle of her back. She had tried to maneuver away from him before they stepped foot in front of the cameras. But, everyone wanted Spider-Man and Mary-Jane to stand next to each other. And little did her fellow castmates know the secret she shared with Tom and at that moment she wished they had because then they wouldn’t have made her stand next to him. 

After everything was all said and done, she quickly moved forward and posed in front of another set of cameras. She just wanted to hurry up and go inside. [Y/N] dreaded this night because it was the first night since the premiere tour that they would all be in one room together. She had purposely double-booked herself the first few nights but after four missed premiere’s, her manager started to dog her into being there for this one. After all, she was a main character aside from Tom’s. It was rude for her not to be there but [Y/N] wanted nothing more than to stay far away from him. 

She could see the end, it was only a few feet from her. Just as she was home free, her name was being yelled out to pose with Tom. [Y/N] wanted to decline but her agent was quicker and dragged her back over towards Spider-Man himself. The tension between them was awful and it was mostly one-sided. Tom nonchalantly smiled and ushered her to pose with him by grabbing her by the waist. This made the press go nuts, she bit her lip to prevent her from spewing off the line of insults she had lined up for him. 

Swallowing her animosity, she turned and gave the cameras what they wanted. Tom was a wonderful actor, that she couldn’t deny. These people had no idea what kind of person he could be and the history the two shared during they’re time filming. The minute they had their fill of Peter Parker and his beloved Mary-Jane, she ripped away from him. The end was, again, in reach but she was whisked away to be placed in front of interviewers by her agent who gave her a stern look. 

Sighing, she smiled again and answered the questions that were being thrown at her in every direction. One made her uncomfortable as they pressed on and on about her chemistry with Tom onscreen was amazing and that they would make the most dynamic couple off screen as well. They weren’t wrong about the onscreen chemistry. In fact, [Y/N] didn’t use to hate Tom at all in the beginning. They became fast friends and she even made it into his inner circle. It was a friendship she thought she was going to cherish for years to come but it all quickly came to an end when they became so drunk in her trailer and things led to another. 

At first, they made an agreement that they would pretend nothing happened for the sake of the film and their friendship. But the longer they worked together and the more she spent time with him, the more she started to find herself liking him. [Y/N] would swear he was feeling the same things but all he wanted was a booty call right after filming or before. She found that out quickly and ever since then, she couldn’t stand to be around him. Tom was not the person she thought he was. 

“You look absolutely radiant, [Y/N]! And Tom, Tom looks dashing. You two would make the greatest couple right now. Everyone is obsessing over you guys. Tell me, is he a potential candidate for your heart?” 

[Y/N] had to remind herself that six cameras were on her and that she couldn’t snort and roll her eyes. She did, however, grimace at the thought of allowing herself to fall for him again. Replacing it with a smile, she laughed nervously. “Oh, I don’t think so.” 

“Awww, why not? I think you two look great together.” 

Pressing her lips together, she slowly made her way down the line but not before shaking her head and commenting, “I fall too fast, crash too hard, forgive too easily, and care too much. He’s a heartbreaker for sure. Can’t let myself get involved with that.” She flickered a glance that wasn’t caught on camera as Tom approached them. They’re eyes locked for a split moment before she scoffed silently and met up with the next group of interviewers.