he's the only queue i got


If you’ve only got one single brother, you want to protect him
from all that is evil, don’t you understand that? - SN: 12x11
The Brothers Lionheart/Astrid Lindgren

Hello! I came across the original comic a while ago, just found this blog to my absolute delight, and suddenly had a small fit of the scribbles. I have no idea if there’s been any similar submissions, but here’s my offering, if you like.


Not-Bryan actually passes really well. He has never spoken in tongues, not even during test week. He had the requisite number of eyes and fingers (two and ten respectively. Just in case), and his ears were rounded in a perfectly ordinary way. He was even exactly the right amount of nice. He didn’t smile too much or too wide, but he could wince in sympathy and pat you on the back if your crush rejected you or if your test came back with a C-, offer you one of his home-made cookies (“Freely given!” he never failed to add in a cheerful voice), and only shrug indifferently when you kindly refused. Maybe he was just a bit too excited about things like cafeteria lunch queues and the fact that toilets flush, but hey, everyone’s got their quirks.

The only reason why anyone knew to append that ‘Not-’ was that Bryan had been an absolute asshole, and wouldn’t have known what a rolling pin was if you hit him in the face with one.

His roommate never said anything to their RA, their RA in turn never brought it up, and no one wondered why.

Oh, and that Not-Bryan seemed to have forgotten to give himself eyebrows.


Charming - Chapter 1

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

Sehun, prince!AU

summary: Looks can be deceiving. Oh Sehun is far from being a prince charming.

Born as the first child of the last King of Yangdon, you’d expect me to be living the life. As a princess I was showered with dresses made of the finest materials and by the best hands. I never had had to worry about food - or had financial issues. Tiaras and diamonds were as common for me as candy is for commoners.

At first glance, that might sound like a dream - but I can tell you that all things materialistic things don’t outweigh having freedom and being able to love. 

That is the price people with blue blood have to pay.

I will be marrying someone for my country - not for myself. I have no say in anything regarding my love life.

As the firstborn of the King, I am the rightful heir to the throne. However there is one catch, I must wed to become a Queen. Until then, my mother will be in charge as my highest confidant.

Before my father passed away he made a promise to one of his childhood best friends that he would wed me to his friend’s son - if necessary. It seems like he already foresaw his early death and made this promise in order to help me. Apparently my father was fond of his son - Oh Sehun. Who by description should be my age.

Now that I am in a car to meet him for the first time.

When I finally arrive at the court of my soon-to-be husband, I feel myself growing more and more nervous. What if he doesn’t like me? What if he’s a bad man who won’t treat me right?

I step out of the car and look around. The castle was breathtaking. Trees of bright colors surrounded it like armies defending their citadel. A fountain was just in of the castle serving as a roundabout. But the castle itself was just exquisite. Judging by its style it was most likely built with the French King Louis XIIV in mind, because it looks like chateau de Versailles but just smaller - a lot smaller.

My mom and I make our way towards the entrance and from a distance I can see the King and Queen Oh of Hondo waiting to welcome us. Staff on the side bow to us politely and my mother and I smile back.

Behind the King and Queen I see a young handsome face that must belong to Oh Sehun.. the prince I will be marrying..

“Welcome!” The King greets us. “We are delighted to have you here.” He looks very calm and collected. A King who is amiable.

The Queen takes my hand but quickly decides to hug me too. “Welcome, darling. We have been waiting for you.” She too - looks like a person I can be comfortable with.

Next the young man steps forward and gives me a hand and a bright smile. I feel time slowing down for a second and I swallow. He is incredibly handsome. He has those wide innocent angelic eyes and cherry red lips. He might even be prettier than I am.

“Nice to meet you, princess. We have been expecting you.” He gives me a wink and I’m immediately melting. His voice is calm and sweet like a lullaby.

“Nice to meet you too, prince Sehun.” I smile back.

The atmosphere suddenly changes completely and I can see the face of the man in front of me fall. I can hear an awkward cough from behind me and suddenly looks are being exchanged - except with me.

“Ehh..” Sehun scratches the back of his head in awkwardness. Did I say something wrong?

My face turns red and when the Queens decides to help me out my face turns red and my stomach drops. “My dear, that is not Sehun. This is Luhan.. his brother.”

I wish the earth would swallow me up. I hear staff snickering in amusement. I feel so stupid for not even recognizing the man I’m going to marry. Instead I mistakenly think his brother is my fiancé.

But if this isn’t my soon-to-be husband then where on earth is he?

As if on queue I hear the sound of a vehicle on gravel. I turn around to see a white golf cart racing its way into the crowd. A few people move away in order not to get hit.

What the heck?!

The speeder stops right in the middle of the crowd and a tall male steps out of the cart in silk pajamas. I stare at him incredulously..

You’ve got to be kidding me..

Don’t tell me..

I’m not only shocked and infuriated for almost being hit by a freaking golf cart. I’m livid because I have a great feeling this is my fiancé and as a cherry on top he is accompanied by two barely clothed women on his side.

If this is my fiancé, then he treating me as a joke already.

I shouldn’t be taking this.

Not as the next Queen of my country.

Please let this not be Oh Sehun. Please let this not be Oh Sehun. I chant in my head.

Yet my worst fear comes true.

“Oh Sehun,” he introduces himself and extends a hand. When I don’t shake it he takes it back with a shrug and circles his arms around those two.. I don’t even have words for them.

The look on Queen Oh’s face is apologetic. She knows her son is being disrespectful towards me.

I am being treated as a complete joke.

I seriously can’t believe he doesn’t have the decency to welcome me like the rest of his family - in normal clothes. Instead he shows up by nearly killing people and two.. women on his arm.

Shoot me.

Right now.

“I take that this is my wife?” Sehun steps towards me and just stares. His face is stoic and every inch of him tells me he doesn’t like me. His posture is defensive and hostile.

Five minutes ago I felt welcomed and actually quite warmly received but all of that is now in the trashcan.

My face turns to my mom in help, and even she is utterly shocked by this show. Every part of her is holding itself back to not take me away but my country needs this marriage to go through and we all know that.

I wish my dad could see me now. Surely he would put a spot to this marriage.

This is not the kind of person I want on my side leading my country.

The King is twitching in anger too and decides to divert the attention from his son’s stupidity. “Let’s get everyone inside.” He smiles but I can sense his frustration. “Max!” He yells for one of his staff and a man in black suit with headset and all comes to the front.

“On it majesty.” He immediately knows what the King wants.

While I’m being ushered inside I turn around for a second and see Max preventing Sehun’s ladies from entering the castle with us.

“I’ll talk to you later about this stunt.” The King points into Sehun’s face and when he turns around Sehun rolls his eyes.

On Sehun’s side there is another man in suit making sure he follows the group.

I try to distance myself from my fiancé. This is going to be a wild marriage. On my right I feel a light tug on my sleeve. “I apologize for my brother.” It’s Luhan and he looks troubled. “He just has a hard time accepting an arranged marriage. He’s trying to protest against it. It’s nothing personal. I promise he isn’t like this.”

I smile back and nod. Yet Sehun’s actions still don’t sit well with me after those words.

This is the person I’m going to marry..?

I don’t feel well.

All of us are seated in the living room and I was right. The castle is beautifully rococo styled. Staff brings us tea and some delights to munch on.

While my mom and the Queen are chatting like women do and the King and Crown Prince try to make small talks with me, I can feel Sehun’s eyes on me. He has his arms and legs folded and his lips are pulled into a thin line.

He is staring at me.

I turn to him. Maybe he’ll tear his gaze away from me if I look back.

But he doesn’t.

We meet eyes and instead of looking away he just keeps a straight face while staring. All of a sudden he shakes his head laughing and  shoots me a dirty smirk. I shift uncomfortably.

He slowly opens his mouth. Not to say anything but just to mouth four little words for only me to see.

‘I… don’t…. like… you.’

a/n: yayyy asshole prince sehun! tell me what you think! i also didnt proofread this ;-; sorryyy

So, I don’t know how many people picked up on the symbolic meaning behind Luna drowning Roan and how that scene ties to her own drowning scene in 3x14, but there is an important connection I’d like to point out.

Here is the thing, repetition carries weight, as you know, because when you see a certain type of scene play out more than once, there’s a connection between them formed by association. The connection I’m about to make isn’t strictly between the scenes though, but how they affect Luna as a character.

When Luna experiences the big threat on her rig in 3x14, we witness the fighter she was trained to be (the night blood who fled her conclave) unleashed for the first time. Notably, we also come to see that during the entire torture procedure Luna is not only exposed to the threat of ALIE destroying her peaceful world alone, but also brings forth the killer Luna thought she sealed away.

She starts to come face to face with that issue when one of her own people (chipped) forcibly holds her down, brings ALIE’s chip close to her mouth and tells her to take it - to which she shockingly reacts “What’s happened to you?!”.

It’s Jasper, who is tied up close to her, who tells Luna that the chip is the one thing that makes her friend commit violence against her, a brutal reality Luna never thought she would relive - especially not here - but is exposed to nonetheless. Not only that, but she’s faced with the one thing she never wanted to do again - fight. It’s a realization for her as much as it acts like a new wound in her heart, because Luna is slowly coming to lose the peaceful armor that is coating her body, and forced to embrace the darkness she so desperately wanted to escape. The interplay between how the chip is there to take the pain away and how Luna eventually ends up doing the most painful thing is therefore horrible as it is supposed to represent the catalyst, but doesn’t end up being the thing that breaks her demeanor - Luna breaks by fighting back.

When her peaceful armor comes off completely and is replaced by a skin that carries pure instinct, it’s not because of her boyfriend (who has taken the chip himself for her), but for a little girl - Adria - whom ALIE threatens to kill. So, the torture in itself and the fact that Adria is in danger - two things that break down Luna’s choices - are the reasons why she surrenders and gives in to fighting.

In that way, we don’t only experience what Luna looks like as a fighter, but what her entire traumatic backstory has been - she trained, she struggled and she fled only to end up in a position in which she’d hurt and get hurt again.

In less than seconds we see the night blood take down four of her own people. And by doing so, she comes to a close understanding of her victims humanity by looking it right in the face… yet again. Luna’s hands are dirty, she’s never had the chance to have it otherwise, with guilt always rippling through her body, because this is exactly what she looked like when she killed her own brother.

The transition from the past to the present and even future is crazy, because this image is exactly what she will look like in 4x10 - all soaked up and lethal and fearless. Only this time the game will have completely changed, as Luna is not forced to embrace the darkness anymore, but literally chooses to do so.

When Luna breaks for a second time, it’s because she has no one left, because she’s a person defined only by her blood “your blood can save us”, a tool who’s supposed to keep people alive that she considers cruel to their core.

You know, it’s revelatory for her to acknowledge that she can’t bear to think about humanity anymore, considering everything that has happened to her and her loved ones, and that her only escape is to surrender to the sense of touch that makes her both powerful and weak, mixed with the rightful anger towards the people who literally used her - I fully am against what happened to Luna in the last episode (most of all how her choices/death were portrayed - I literally despise these aspects), but her turn in itself is understandable.

So, In 4x10 she happens to be both - Sealed away and fully there.

Black rain creates an image to her state of mind and the one thing that sets her apart, because 1. it represents the skin that she unleashed during ALIE’s presence on the rig; only this time she uses it to fight for death (for all mankind no less) and 2. for once, she is actually protected by something stronger than her own skin, the one thing she thought a curse - her blood.

‘Cause here is the thing: Echo was wrong. Luna does not bleed like everyone else. Not even slightly. Even if her blood has lost significance within their own culture, she is the only one (besides Clarke I guess) who’s able to walk through black rain without dying - the water in which her fight with Roan takes place.

Black rain is literally the testament of Luna’s being here. She’s a nightblood.

And she drowns Roan in it - ‘Honoring’ him with her last words not because he was good to her, but because - to her - he and mankind don’t deserve better.

From where she is standing she’s got nothing to lose “They are all gone”. In other words, she deserved to survive, be saved and see the change.

It’s A ... |Conor Maynard|

Summary -  Can you do one where y/n is pregnant and can’t sleep coz of backache and wakes Conor up in the night in pain? Can you do an imagine were Conor and y/n find out that they are expecting a baby - they tell the boys / all the boys then start betting on the sex of the baby?

Word Count - 1,487

Warnings - N/A

A/N - I had two requests to do with Y/N being pregnant that both included Conor so I made them both into one!

Turning onto your left side, you let out a deep sigh as you pulled the duvet up to your chin and nuzzled into the pillow that was under your head.

You were trying to sleep, but the dull ache in your back was making that impossible. But you knew the pain would be worth it when you welcomed the little life into world in 4 months time. Though you and Conor were the only ones that actually knew you were carrying a tiny life inside of you. You thought Conor would have told his friends by now, but he had managed to keep it a secret for now.

You both wanted to do things right. So you decided to wait until you were five months gone before you told anyone, and since your five month mark was yesterday, you were fine to tell all of the boys, and Conor’s brother. You and Conor didn’t really feel ready to tell anyone yet.

Turning onto your back once again, you slid your hand under the duvet and onto your small bump that was just about showing. You had hidden it quite well by wearing Conor’s hoodies and jumpers. The boys didn’t think anything of it as you normally stole Conor’s clothes, but of course he didn’t mind.

A grumble from your right side disrupted your thoughts as you turned your head and smiled at Conor, who returned the smile but very sleepily.

“Can you not sleep?” Conor asked, stretching his arms above his head.

“Not really, my back is aching.” You shrugged, running your left hand through your hair.

“Hurting?” Conor asked, with a concerned look on his face. You smiled at how protective and caring he had been since you told him you were pregnant.

“No, just like a twitch in my back.” You sighed, resting the palm of your hand on your back and starting to rub it gently.

“Come here and sit infront of me.” Conor chuckled as he sat up, switching the light on that was perched on the bedside table next to him.

Smiling to yourself, you moved infront of Conor as he pulled his knees up and you sat yourself in between them.

Conor’s hands moved up the back of your shirt, well it was Conor’s shirt, and he started massaging your back, resting his chin on your shoulder as he nuzzled into your neck.

“I love you, you know that?” Conor mumbled, gently planting a few kisses along your jaw line as shivers shot down your spine. Conor must have felt the goose bumps under his touch because you felt him smirk against your neck.

“I love you too.” You chuckled, leaning your back against his chest as one of Conor’s hands moved around to your bump as the tension started to fade away from your chest.

After a few minutes, both of Conor’s hands were on your bump and he softly kissed your neck a few times.

“Feel better?” Conor asked, stroking your hair gently as you nodded.

“A lot better, thank you.” You smiled, turning around so you were facing him, cross legged.

That sleepy smile that you loved was still plastered on Conor’s face as his eyes sparkled slightly in the dim glow of the lamp on the bedside table.

“Can we go back to sleep?” Conor chuckled, running the pad of his thumb over your cheek.

Nodding in response, you lay back down on the bed and pulled the duvet over yourself again as Conor switched off the bedside lamp.

You felt Conor’s arms wrap around your waist as you turned onto your side again.

“I think we should tell the boys tomorrow, because I’ve got something planned.” Conor told you. Even though it was dark, you could hear him grinning.

“What have you got planned?” You asked, chuckling slightly. God knows what Conor had planned, but whatever it was you knew he wouldn’t tell you.

“You’ll see.” Conor chuckled, kissing your cheek before resting his head on his pillow again and he fell asleep in seconds.

Rolling your eyes in the darkness, you drifted off into a peaceful sleep, wondering what Conor could possibly have planned that involved telling the boys and Jack.


The next morning, you were joined in the living room by 6 loud guys who were all asking the same question.

“Where’s Conor then?” Jack groaned impatiently.

“How should I know?” you chuckled, sitting on the sofa next to Joe.

You weren’t lying, you had no idea where Conor was, or when he was coming back.

“He left at 7 this morning, haven’t heard or seen him since.” You told the others, taking a sip of water from the bottle you were holding.

“Have you tried calling him?” Caspar asked, looking up from his phone.

“No Caspar, I never thought of that.” You rolled your eyes, chuckling. You knew Caspar was only trying to be helpful but sometimes it just didn’t pay off.

As if on queue, Conor stepped through the door a few minutes later, holding a box in his arms.

“You all made it!” He grinned excitedly, placing the box on the coffee table infront of himself.

Everyone, you included, looked at the box with a confused expression on your face.

“We’ve got something to tell you guys.” Conor smiled, sliding his jacket off and putting it on the arm of the sofa before offering you his hand.

Still with the confused expression on your face, you stood up and placed your hand in his, making sure his hoodie that you were currently wearing covered your bump.

“You’re engaged?” Jack asked, leaning forward and resting his elbows against his knees.

“No, we-” Conor started.

“You’re pregnant?” Joe laughed, as you and Conor fell silent and looked at the boys as they stared back at you.

“You’re pregnant?” Jack repeated, standing up and his eyes dropped to your stomach.

You nodded slightly as Conor’s grip tightened on your hand.

“Oh my god, I’m going to be an uncle!” Jack grinned, hugging Conor before picking you up off the floor and hugging you tightly.

“I didn’t think you had it in you!” Joe laughed, nudging Conor in the ribs gently with his elbow.

Conor rolled his eyes and chuckled as he hugged all of the boys, and they all hugged you as well.

“How did we not see the bloody bump?!” Caspar laughed, as you lifted your hoodie up slightly.

“Clearly I hid it well.” You chuckled, looking down at your bump.

“You’re barely showing though. Are you sure you’re pregnant?” Oli laughed.

“So what are you having?” Jack asked excitedly, having the same sparkle in his eyes that Conor had when he was happy.

“I bet it’s a boy!” Mikey piped up, smiling at you both.

“Girl!” Caspar shouted.

“No, it’s definitely a boy!” Josh butted in, chuckling.

“I actually hope it’s a boy!” Oli grinned.

“It’s a girl, promise!” Joe grinned, eyeing the plain white box suspiciously.

“We don’t actually know yet.” You told them, finding it very cute at how excited all of the boys were.

“Well, actually.” Conor chuckled, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb as you looked at him confused.

“I went to the hospital this morning and picked up the results, went to a place in town and they made a box to reveal the sex of the baby.” Conor told all of you.

“I thought it would be a bit more exciting this way.” Conor shrugged, looking at you shyly.

A grin spread across your face as you looked at Conor and kissed his cheek.

“Open it! I wanna know if I’m having a niece or nephew!” Jack shouted excitedly.

Conor rolled his eyes and chuckled, taking another smaller box out of the white one, which was splattered with flecks of pink and blue paint.

Butterflies instantly started flying around your stomach as you noticed the writing on the side of the box.

‘He or she? What will baby Maynard be?’


The sight of those words made your heart swell as the boys started shouting excitedly.

“Conor! Open the bloody box!” Joe laughed as Caspar started jumping up and down on the spot.

“You do it.” Conor grinned, rubbing your back gently.

Reaching over, you broke the seal on the box and out floated a large …

Pink balloon.

“It’s a girl!” You grinned excitedly, tears brimming your eyes as the boys all jumped on you and Conor, giving you both hugs once again.

“Our little girl!” Conor smiled happily, resting his hands on your bump as you felt her kick against his hand.

“Our little girl.” You smiled back, leaning your forehead against Conor’s as a single tear rolled down your cheek. You turned back to the boys, who were still bouncing around excitedly.

Your little girl was going to be incredibly lucky to have these idiots around all the time.

Me at the Howl At The Moon


I was an exotic for sure. I’m a tall, bearded guy with not much hair left. And although I’m only 38 years old, it’s almost completely gray already. So I stood out from the crowd. Disadvantage: Some strange looks. Advantage: I was easily recognized by the actors and the staff.
So I stood there with my Theo & Deuc T-shirt, my comic book under my arm, a bag on my side, surrounded by younger girls. I’m a high school teacher and so I felt sometimes like I was still in school :D And hell, I got deaf after some time. The screams! Panel opening: “Bienvenue à Shel…” EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKK!!! - “Please welcome Rya…” WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
The staff was always VERY helpful, all questions I was asking were answered in a very polite and helpful way. I really want to THANK YOU for your work, you did a great job!
So here are my impressions of the actors:

Cody Christian

He was the first I went to when the Autograph sessions started. He always had very long queues in front of him. I planned to introduce me as “The Theo & Deuc guy” but when there were only two girls in front of me, he already saw me, pointed at me with a wink and had the broadest smile on his face. Some minutes later, when it was the turn of the girl in front of me I could witness a scene that was so typical for Cody: The girl started to cry, overwhelmed by emotions when Cody hugged her. She sobbed really hard and Cody immediately took care of her, stood up, walked around the table to comfort her, talk to her, hug her again until he was sure that she was fine again.

And for me, this was the most impressive thing about Cody: The intensity with which he cares about the fans who came to him. When they are in front of him, he is totally focused on them, talks to every single of them, takes his time, never in a rush as if it was the only fan present and not a long queue waiting. This positivity and care are truly overwhelming. The signing session on Sunday morning was scheduled to last 2 hours and it took Cody over 4 hours to do all his autographs. Sure, his queue was one of the longest but mainly because he interacted with the fans in such a heartwarming, caring and lovely way. I could have watched this for hours.

But back to my experience: When it was my turn, he jumped from his seat, grabbed me and pulled me halfway over the table to give me the warmest welcome, hugging me and patting my back, excited and happy to finally see me. I told him how difficult it was for me to be in Paris this weekend (had the prom of my class the night before so I had to hop on the plane Saturday morning) and he shook my hand thanking me for coming. He explained where he got my books in his apartment and that he already reserved a place for the third issue. We talked a little while but I didn’t want to make the people behind me upset so I let Cody sign my issue of Theo&Deuc then. He did write a wonderful, incredibly long text into the book and again shook my hand, expressing his gratitude. Whenever we met during the convention, and it was several times, we exchanged fist bumps or he just grabbed me to pat my back. During the meeting room I was attending, he even introduced ME to the people around! He was in a very good mood, making jokes all the time and we even got to hear one of his songs. Not lying, I’m not a fan of rap. It’s just not my kind of music. But I really liked what I got to hear. It had a good rhythm, a very nice vibe, melodic elements in the background that made it - as someone who doesn’t listen to rap - a really good song. He explained to us that it’s not his goal to have a music career. He just loves to write and develop songs, to get into the flow when he works on one over several hours, it’s a hobby, a passion. And the result is definitely a professional one I truly would enjoy to listen to, though I’m not the right guy to judge.
The second day was kind of stressful, the schedule got messed up a bit because of Cody’s long signing session. I still had two autographs and two photoshoots with him. I managed to get the autographs in the morning but it was already 17h when Cody started his photo shoots and I had to leave at 18h to catch my plane. And I still had the meeting room for Linden that started at the same time! And here I have to say a HUGE THANK YOU to the staff again. One of them just grabbed me and pulled me into the photo room right to the photo booth with Cody. I had a special pose in mind - the cover of the Theo & Deuc book with Theo flexing and Deuc standing behind him with sunglasses, making a funny face. Cody said he loved it when we shot the pose. The staff in the background was telling the people not to ask for hugs because of lacking time but Cody just ignored it for me, hugged me and shook my hand again to say goodbye… So many fans were waiting and I was already so grateful that the staff made the shoot possible that I didn’t want to upset the others - and I still had to get into Linden’s meeting room. I was in such a rush - later, when I was in the plane, I felt so sorry and sad about it since I literally had to pull my hand out of his and cut the goodbye from my side which I’m very very sorry about.
Cody is a phenomenon. Even after a hell of a day, signing, panels, photos here, photos there, he hugs, smiles, is focused on every single fan and just shines. This guy deserves the world.

Holland Roden

I really really loved Holland. I caught a quiet moment during the autographs and she took much time to see through my book, reading some of the comics. She was so sweet and had to laugh about many of them. She said that Jeff Davis HAS TO see it and I could tell her that he received his very own issue already. Finally she signed comic one of my Lydia comics, the one where she gets hit by a snowball. Unforunately I didn’t book more stuff with her because when I planned Paris I thought that I would see her in Amsterdam and Brussels too but she had to cancel Amsterdam. I definitely would love to see her again!

Linden Ashby

Oh man is this a good guy. I told him my story about being a high school teacher who draws TW comics and later when we met again in the meeting room he immediately recognized me, saying: “The teacher.” And because I was late (had a photoshoot with Cody before) he added: “Always late.” He was reading the comics he was part of and enjoyed them quite much. I just love Linden. He’s such a gentle, reflective guy, so full of love for the younger actors and always praising their talent and passion.

Susan Walters

I had an autograph with her and oh my god is she sweet! She quickly discovered the photo of Gideon holding my book and was so in love with it that she drew a little heart on it. I deeply regret to not have booked a photo or meeting with her, if I ever get the chance I HAVE TO see her again.

Tyler Hoechlin

Damn is this guy charismatic. He has such a genuine smile and he was in awe seeing the comics and especially the Michelangelo adaptation (the creation of the chimera pack). I apologized that I didn’t make a comic with him yet since Theo & Derek weren’t interacting in Teen Wolf in any way. (Signature next to Susan’s in the picture above!)

Dylan Sprayberry

Since I will see Dylan in Brussels, I only booked one autograph with him for Paris. He recognized the printed issue because he has seen it in Cody’s apartment and this made me very very happy :) I was sorry that I didn’t have more comics with Liam (I have one planned though but he is SO HARD to draw) so I couldn’t show him more but until Brussels I will have more stuff to offer and I’m looking forward to meeting him again! I let him sign my Raeken Ball comic then.

Ryan Kelley

I will see Ryan in Amsterdam and Brussels, so I didn’t focus on him. But damn, in real life he looks really, really handsome, he is in a great shape and is quite charismatic! I didn’t expect it. He had to laugh hard at my hellhound comic in which Parrish ends up as a camp fire replacement for Theo’s and Deuc’s BBQ, so he did sign that. I definitely have to do another Hellhound comic to have something new for him until Amsterdam!

Ian Bohen

Ian was very cute! I got two autographs with him on different days and he remembered my name! I said: “Hey, it’s the comic guy again!” And he looked at me and said without thinking: “Chan.” So this was the moment he conquered my heart. I had to apologize I never did a comic with Peter. And I promised him to do one very soon. I think I might already have an idea…

Shelley Hennig

Shelley couldn’t stop saying “this is amazing”, she also loved my special Maleo T-Shirt. I should have talked to her more but when I was doing the autograph, I wanted to give her time to see through the stuff but she gladly accepted my business card with my Twitter / Instagram account so who knows?

The Carver Twins

Again, I will meet them in Amsterdam and Brussels and I didn’t have any time left so I didn’t get to meet them. So nothing to report :(

Meeting you

Whoever did come to me to talk to me about my T-Shirts or if you already knew me and decided to say hello: THANK YOU SO MUCH! It was so funny and such a pleasure to meet people who love my stuff. I even got to record my own “please record a video for our friend where you say hi to her” Video :D I felt SO HONORED.
Can’t wait to meet you all again!

Standard Procedure 1/3

For Trek Fest 2017

Characters and Pairings: Leonard McCoy x Reader

Prompt: Is there a chance to get a new McCoy x reader story? <3 A soft story, where McCoy realizes, that he is in love with the reader. ;) (from @alternative-nerdgirl, Thanks!!)

Summary: McCoy thought he was married to the job. But when he meets you, he can’t seem get you out of his head. And oddly enough, you can’t seem to stop thinking about him either.

Word count: 2113 

Triggers: description of a wound/accident

A/N: So this is a reader insert, technically, but I’ve tried to focus on Leonard’s POV more in order to better address the request. I think it worked? Also, I have no medical experience, and it’s been years since I’ve worked in a lab (and even then, I was running tests on plant stems and roots, not blood or whatnot). I just kind ad-libbed the lab stuff based on my own lab experience.

Also, this got completely out of control (please send help), so there will be a Part 2 tomorrow, which I will queue up for 12:30 CST.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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Choosing the wrong Priorities Part 2

Hi everyone! This is a follow up to this piece of writing: http://harryimaginedstories.tumblr.com/post/147355012373/choosing-the-wrong-priorities-part-1

I hope you liked the first part of this story and will be pleased with the second. Personally, I feel like it’s a good ending, but if any of you want a part 3, let me know and I’ll think about it. 

Three days later

“Mate, you got to stop moping around all day! Move your butt into the shower and get dressed. I don’t want to show up late to my own party, man.”

Light flooded the room as Jeff pulled back the curtains of the bedroom window with a forceful jerk. I groaned as I tried to blend out his voice by burying my head deeper into our white pillows. Her smell still hadn’t quite left the fabric and I tried to hold on to it for as long as I could. It was unlikely that she would ever want to be back in this bed again.

“Leave me alone.”

Jeff responded with another harsh pull, this time on the sheets, exposing my chest. I acted quick and protectively wrapped my arms around my middle, but he saw anyway.

Jeff laughed. “What the hell are you wearing?”

“She gave me this shirt,” I muttered. My throat hurt of soreness and I wished for nothing more, but to be pulled back under by the relief that was sleep. Jeff wasn’t having that though and proceed to tease me.

“It’s baby blue.”

“I happen to like baby blue.”

“Does it say ‘my personal snuggle buddy’? Alright, that’s kinda cute.”

“She’s always cute,” I cried, not even embarrassed anymore. Jeff had seen and heard me bawl my eyes out enough over the past days. He did, along with my mom, Gem and Niall. All of them had tried to cheer me up and failed miserably. Y/N’s sad and hurt expression just didn’t seem to leave my thoughts and continued to burn my mind with guilt.

Jeff sighed and I had to give him credit for not sounding annoyed with me at all. “I know you miss her, Harry. But you’ve been in bed for three days now. You ought to get over it.”

“That’s easy enough for you to say. You didn’t ruin your only relationship ever that was actually going somewhere over something as stupid as a promotion deal.”

“That stupid promotion deal is still on, by the way,” Jeff said as he made his way over to my closet. “Lucky for us, Ms. Kendall Jenner is still in on it and when you wear this,” he held out my black shirt with white dots on it, “will have her weak in the knees for you. I know it shows off your biceps.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat. Y/N used to love it when I wore that particular shirt. I pushed myself up into a sitting position and glared at my friend angrily. Sometimes he really did push past boundaries.

“What about 'I won’t fucking cheat on my girlfriend’ didn’t you understand? Put my shirt back and leave.”

I swallowed down the sick feeling I got when I thought about the likely possibility that 'girlfriend’ wasn’t a correct term anymore.

“Quit taking your sour mood out on me, Harry. I never forced you to agree, but you did anyway. It’s not my fault that your beloved Y/N didn’t take it well and walked out on you,"Jeff growled, throwing the black material onto the bed.

"It was me who walked out on her,” I muttered, shame evident in my voice. “I was so sure that she wouldn’t leave me so I just left her to cry on her own. What kind of boyfriend does that?”

The bed dipped as Jeff sat down by my side with a huff. He didn’t say anything but gently placed a hand on my shoulder.

“I’m sorry I’m being insensitive. I’m not trying to rub salt into your wound,” he spoke calmly. “But I just know that you’re hurting. That’s why I think surrounding yourself with what’s left of her stuff won’t help. You need to get out of this house for a bit.”

“To your party to get a good snog with Kendall. I decline, thank you.” I muttered in defeat.

“You don’t have to suck Kendall’s face off if you’re really that uncomfortable with it,” Jeff rolled his eyes, “I’ll talk to her for you. Just get out of bed for a bit and I guarantee you, you’ll feel better.”

My teeth tugged on my bottom lip. On one hand it probably wouldn’t be too bad if I got some fresh air for a change, given the fact that I hadn’t left our house, but what worried me was, what if Y/N saw pictures of me attending the party? A party we were supposed to go to together? She’d surely understand that as a sign that I was over her, unaware of the impossibility of that. Anything could take her further away from me.

“Y/N was supposed to come with me,” I muttered in defeat. “I don’t want her to think I’m over it and out being the life of the party again.”

“First of all, I’m the life of the party. Especially since it’s mine.” Jeff patted me on the back and got back up. “And second, you should call her. Tell Y/N you decided to go to the party and that she’s still welcome to come as well. That way she won’t be surprised by pictures of you.”

“I don’t know.”

“C'mon,” Jeff encouraged, wiggling his eyebrows.

I groaned. “Fine. But I’m not changing shirts. I’m already wearing my go-to outfit.”

“You got to be kidding me.”


Even from outside, the music was impossible to miss. I clutched my bag tightly with shaking fingers as the queue in front of me got shorter. My eyes squeezed shut and I urged my feet not to run. The only hope I had was that Jeff hadn’t forgotten to add my name to the guest list. The tall and broad bouncer by the door eyed me suspiciously. I was likely the only non-celebrity person he’d had to let in tonight.

“Y/N Y/LN?” he repeated, one eyebrow arched and I nodded. He studied the clipboard in his hand again.

“Yep. There you are.”

He stepped aside and I thanked him before entering the familiar house. Harry had often brought me around when him and Jeff hung out so I easily found my way through the crowded entryway and into the living room. My eyes scanned the faces, looking for anyone I’d recognize form anywhere other than a magazine front cover.


I sighed in relief and welcomed the long arms from my irish friend wrapping around me.

“It’s so good to see you,” I sighed, “I was afraid I wouldn’t know anyone. You being here is such a relief.”

Niall chuckled and shook his blond haired head.

“Right back at you, darling. You look incredible,” he spoke kindly. “Though you could use a drink, I believe. Let’s go get us one.”

With an arm around my shoulder he guided me to the counter that had been turned into a bar, but before he could so much as reach for a glass, his arm tightened. My head turned into the same direction as his and my eyes found what had him tense up. Not more than 8 feet away from us he stood, surrounded by all of his friends and dressed in his awfully expensive black shirt. A shirt that was now tightly fisted in between Kendall Jenner’s fingers as she held him tightly, their lips connected in a kiss. Tears shot to my eyes and spilled onto my cheeks before I could stop them. This hurt more than I could’ve imagined. It was as though he had ripped my heart out. Bile rose to my throat and I forcefully shrugged off Niall’s arm. He called out my name and I saw Harry’s head snap up from the edge of my eye. My legs shakily carried me to the luckily deserted stairs and I hurried up to where I knew the bathroom was. I didn’t allow myself to fully break down until I’d safely locked the bathroom door behind me. Then I could do nothing to stop my knees from buckling.

How could he do this to me?

We hadn’t even officially declared our break up and yet he had the nerve to make out with Kendall, not even for the paps, but in front of his friends? Ugly and loud sobs escaped my mouth as a thought dawned on me. That couldn’t have been in an effort to prove something. She was pretty after all. Of course he had wanted to kiss her instead of me. I was practically nothing next to Kendall.

“He must be with her now,” I muttered in defeat. “Not for the public, but for himself.”

I hadn’t expected to regret my decision to come to the party 5 minutes into it. How foolish had I been? A loud knock interrupted my trace of thoughts and I scattered back to my feet, while calling that I’d need another minute. The knocking continued though and was  followed by a raspy:

“Y/N, let me in.”

I cursed my heart at how it danced by the mere sound of his voice. I had always found comfort in it and a certain warmth still spread through me at the sound. I knew him well enough to be sure that he wouldn’t go away, even if he only followed me to tell me to leave. With still wet cheeks I took a deep breath and hesitantly unlocked the door. I lowered my gaze to my feet, though I wasn’t embarrassed to show him my hurt. But looking at him meant seeing the lips she had just finished kissing. Harry straddled me by not saying anything but attaching his hands onto my shoulders before I could protest. He pushed me further back into the bathroom and locked the door behind himself. Next thing I knew was that his familiar strong arms wrapped around my form and that he collected all the tears I had left to give into his neck as I sobbed heavily.

“Please let go, Harry,” I pleaded weakly but at the same time laid my arms around his neck. There was no fight left in me. Not with him this close and his ever comforting smell filling my nose. After this morning I had truly believed that he still wanted me. I continued to cry heavily and Harry responded by pressing me tighter against himself and by nuzzling his head in my hair. He didn’t even react when I sniffled noisy against his neck.

“Let go,” I cried shamefully, “I saw you! I saw you with her.”

Harry’s muscles twitched at my words.

“You shouldn’t have seen that,” he spoke in a half whisper. His lips attached to my skin and I let out a weak whimper when I felt him kiss my neck softly. “I’m sorry. I love you.”

“I can see that,” I breathed. “How can you still believe that me seeing it is what upsets me.”

“It shouldn’t have happened at all. I know, darling,” he agreed hoisting me up by my hips and picking me up.

“How could you do that to me?” I continued to sob, “After your voicemail I believed- I thought you-”

I had been surprised at his gentle request to come to Jeff’s party. He’d said that he called to reassure me that any arrangement with Kendall was called off. Apparently not as much canceled as rescheduled. Harry took a deep breath and pressed one last peck to my jaw before slowly lessening his grip, setting me back down on my feet. His hands reached up and he gently cradled my face, locking his own teary eyes with mine.

“I promise you, I told Jeff that I wouldn’t go through with it. I was the biggest asshole in the world to even ask such a ludicrous thing of you. I’m so sorry.”

The sincerity in his voice took my breath away. Had I not seen I might have even fallen for it.

“Why was she kissing you then?” I asked in a shaking, yet challenging voice.

Harry shrugged in defeat. “I don’t know. She came over to say hi and next thing I know, she’s kissing me. Maybe Jeff didn’t tell her yet but I truly am just as surprised by all of this as you are.”

“I’m somehow more hurt than surprised,” I scoffed.

“And I get that. But I don’t want her, Y/N. I just want you. Please believe me, I didn’t want to do this to you and if you’d let me I would go and tell the world all about us. It’s beyond me how I could ever not want everyone to know that you own my heart.”

He reached up and gently brushed a strand of hair off my cheek and smiled softly.

“Please come back to me.”

I felt myself whimper at his request and he frowned as his words caused more tears to fall.

“You’re the one who left,” I cried. “You’re the one who wasn’t happy.”

He opened his mouth but I interrupted him by a punch to his stomach.

“I gave everything I had into out relationship and you shamelessly took that for granted,” My voice rose with every word and he didn’t even move away as I continued hitting him. “You saw my heart break in front of you and did nothing!”

Harry wrapped the fingers of his hand around my wrists to stop my assault and forced me to look at him by taking my chin in his free one.

“You have every right to end our relationship. I know I didn’t treat you right, but I also know that I could.”

Harry let go of my wrists and hesitantly placed his hands on my hips instead. His eyes lit up when I didn’t shrug him off. What an image him and me must’ve made. Two people holding onto each other with desperate, scratching fingers and both crying heavily, the noise overshadowing the faint beat from the music downstairs. Harry gently squeezed my hips to get me to focus on his eyes again.

“Please, Y/N. Allow me to show you how committed I am to you. Body, heart and soul. I love you with every piece of me and can’t imagine a day I would spend happy if you’re not by my side.”

My ears rang and my cheeks started to feel sticky. His sincere green eyes willed me to believe him and I felt as if a thread had knotted around my heart and that it was now pulled towards him with a force I couldn’t fight. He sighed in relief when my hands reached up to hold him by his neck.

“I have never loved a person as deeply as I love you, Harry,” I spoke quietly, my thumbs moving in circular motions against his cheekbones.

He whimpered at my words and a smile graced his lips before I carefully pressed my own against them. I pushed any thought of the pretty model downstairs away and instead focused on the moan that escaped him and his arms that held me close. He moved to nip on my jaw when I turned to disconnect out lips.

“You still have some making up to do.”

He pulled away and nodded. His eyes danced with happiness. “Anything you want, my love. As long as you allow me to be with you again.”

My heart fluttered as I watched his face light up upon receiving my small nod and he bowed his head to collect another kiss.

“I love you Harry.”

“I love you, too,” he whispered and tightened his hold around me. “It’ll be different from now on. I promise that you will be happy.”

Hope you liked it! 

Here is part 3: 



My RDC3 Weekend

This is more than anything a post to thank everyone that helped me through this weekend. My anxiety was worse than I hoped it would be but maybe better than it could have been I guess? By that I mean I only had one panic attack and it passed quickly thanks to the fannibals who helped me. For me it was both bad and good but the bad was all consistently part of, or result of, my anxiety, and hopefully outweighed by the good 💖

I want to thank especially @idontfindyouthatinteresting for being my con buddy and keeping me sane! New friend @byronicwoman who is just one of the nicest most supportive people I’ve met and I am so grateful for that. And @drjlecter for all the hugs which helped me through! But also everyone who was there for me at different times with hugs and distractions when my anxiety was peaking and more generally that I got to meet and hang out with! @strangestorys @redfivewritingby @churchescollapsing @wiith-my-hands @fragile-teacup @pka42 @weconqueratdawn @wrathofthestag @theseavoices @apoptoses @the-winnowing-wind @existingcharactersdiehorribly and a whole bunch of others not all on tumblr or whose tumblr names I have forgotten because I have a serious problem with names and faces so adding online handles this weekend has pretty much blown my mind 😳

So my weekend in brief(ish): 

Fannibals: I spent a lot of the time dealing with my anxiety, hiding in room and crying lots. BUT ALSO - forcing myself out to meet other Fannibals and being all the better for it. Between being crippled by anxiety and often swinging into being hyper to cope, it was all pretty exhausting and I’m so thankful for everyone’s support. I’m sorry if I came over as weird or awkward with anyone, it can be difficult for me to interact sometimes. Massive apologies to those I didn’t manage to get to meet or only briefly 😔

I had some wonderful conversations with various peeps about rarepairs which I will post about another time. And I may have spent too much time hugging people, especially @weconqueratdawn whilst trying (often unsuccessfully) not to cry too much over Quicksilver and what this series means to me 💖

I was pretty overwhelmed by the fact that almost every Fannibal I talked to had read my stuff and were “fans” *blushes* 🙊🙊🙊. The reactions I got when asked for my tumblr or ao3 handle were mind blowing for me. I’m sorry if I came across as ungracious at all, I was just surprised and overwhelmed (on top of the anxiety) but thank you all for the kind words. So pleased to forward that love and joy onto @slashyrogue @hotsauce418 @victorineb and @tcbook when people squeed not only about our little group challenge but also about them as well. The amount of people who fangirled to me over Slashy everytime I mentioned her gives me so much life!! Hotty your smut is loved and people need more Slick series. Vic your writing is loved and your unwavering support of writers by consistent and thoughtful comments is appreciated and never goes unnoticed. Cata your art is loved and has made so many people’s day! 

I didn’t hang around much in the evenings and I’m sorry I didn’t make it to any disco, I just couldn’t do it despite my best intentions. But I did go to the Fannibal Musical and it was amazing! Wonderfully put together, especially considering this was an international project, and the every single song choice was genius. I took some photos and clips (which are on my twitter) as I had a great view - I also filmed the finale, including Hugh’s reaction to the alt ending!

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A/N: So the other night I worked the closing shift at the gas station and I had a very similar experience to what happens in this fic (even a direct quote), minus the fact that the guy pushes it like he does in the fic. But still, the fact that I’m even forced to have to deal with guys like that infuriates me to no end. So here you go, a first person written fic about Merle taking care of scumbags and being a gentleman. *gasps*

Word count: 1,781

Warnings: Fuckboys, cursing, that’s about it

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I sighed as I looked at the clock’s second hand slowly tick around the numbers. There were still a few more hours left on my shift before I could close up the gas station. It wasn’t the worst job in the world, but these closing shifts were mostly dead. There was only so much I could read of the book I brought with me before I got antsy to go home.

Almost as if on queue, the door alarm rang out to let me know a new customer had arrived. I felt a smile pull up on my lips when I saw just who had stepped out from behind the chip rack by the door so I could get a better look at him.

Merle Dixon had his signature playful smirk plastered on his face when he saw me. He was still in his work clothes with the sleeves rolled up, dirty from mechanic work.  He was a regular customer, and I saw him almost every day, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy his company. When he stopped by he’d usually stay and talk for a little bit, and I’d gotten to know him pretty well.

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voltron overwatch headcanons

guess who has too much time on their hands. me.


  • handle: sharpshooter (everyone makes fun of him in match chat befoew a game…little do they know…)
  • a widowmaker main. full stop
  • the first time he ran attack widowmaker keith yelled at him. until he Learned
  • he’s Super good when he takes it seriously.
  • does not, however, take it very seriously. hes here for fun, more than any of them
  • unless, of course, they are playing competitive
  • gets play of the game more than any of them
  • occasionally plays ana to let hunk play pharah because he is a good friend
  • will not, under any circumstances, play hanzo. dont ask him why


  • handle: believeit (he played wow when he was young and refuses to change it (mainly because it makes pidge and lance angry))
  • likes playing pharah the most, but is often forced to play zen or rein (until orisa was dropped) bc hes either solo queueing or playing with his friends who dont know how to team comp
  • however, it is agreed hes allowed to play her on anubis no matter what and his team backs him up whenever they can because they love him
  • doesnt like always playing competitive because it stresses him out
  • “im gay but id date pharah”


  • handle: trnsgrlcommi
  • has the most hours on bastion. swears she isnt a bastion main.
  • also plays lots of sombra and symmetra and spends those whole games yelling into her mic about how gay she is
  • actually really good symmetra
  • gets play of the game most times 2nd to lance. everyone yells whenever it happens
  • taught matt to play bastion and has regretted it ever since
  • actually cried when she saw orisa
  • nearly became an orisa main like. 3 days in
  • shes got mediocre aim so shes not the Best but she knows when to use shit and basically becomes a permanant tank for like a month. then shes a Usually tank


  • handle: ripmcr (”youre sure no one will be able to see this pidge?” “postive”)
  • talks to people like and plays with the attitude of a genji main. can’t aim for shit, so he plays mei. unironically
  • he left in the middle of the match when hunk said “ice ice meiby”
  • hunk, laughing so hard he literally cried, also left
  • also plays reaper and shiro is literally always making fun of him for it. its almost sad.
  • gets. really stressed when they play like arcade but is Calm during comp. lance is scared

shiro (+ matt)

  • handle: daddy (hey it sucks but he got $50 off matt for it) 
  • mercy main
  • uses his pistol a little too much. not all the time too much. just a little.
  • solo rezzes keith all the time. his team hates him.
  • after owning the game for a day: “this is what 400 hours of mercy experience looks like”
  • also enjoys tracer and mccree
  • he only started playing mccree to make fun of keiths accent (which he has in this au fuck you) but was actually kinda good? so he kept going at it
  • enjoys doin shitty impressions. except his junkrat which is Spot On somehow
  • he never plays junkrat
  • but he does make keiths life hell rip
  • plays comp with Matt “Resident Bastion Main” Holt and always pockets him
  • they never win. 


  • handle: musregina
  • the home screen character when she first booted up the game was zarya
  • she fell in love instantly
  • matt: dont worry allura ur learnin from the best
  • allura, with potg and 4 gold medals after her first game: what
  • actually probably the best one out of all of them
  • used to play comp with matt and shiro. stopped when her sr reached like 1500
  • “guys i love you but i placed into fucking platinum bye”
  • really doesnt play anyone but zarya but she enjoys the Power she feels when she plays roadhog and hooks people and will occasionally play hanzo to fuck with lance
  • is never friendly. even in skirmish. waving or emoting just gives your enemy another chance to strike. 
  • keith is also like this
  • they bond

bonus: the heith arc! because this is My au and i can do whatever the fuck i want! cut for length because i cannot shut up about heith!

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Tells Your Story, Part 2/5, Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: Reader is asked to be a part of the Hamilton Mixtape.

Words: 1309

Author’s Note: Heavily inspired by how much the West Wing and Hamilton crossover, specifically Bradley Whitford’s love for it. Kind of filler, but shit still happens. Let me know what you think! There’s still three more to come…eventually…I don’t have another off day for a bit…

Warnings: Slow burn…is that a warning?

Askbox | Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

He was struck by how easy it was.

Growing up, he read books and plays about the struggle of love and the turmoils everyone would inevitably have to face for it.

It was so goddamn easy to love you.

“You’re the most dramatic person I’ve ever met in my life.” Chris told him after hearing this, exactly one day after Lin had been formally introduced to you.

I know.” Lin said, exasperated at himself. He fell into his chair, the front legs tipping off the ground as he lounged back, keeping his balance.

“Settle down, man.” Chris slapped his knee with a comfort that only he could provide, “Take it slow, you just met her. She could totally suck for all you know.”

As if on queue, Lin’s phone dinged and he immediately looked on the off-chance that it was you. It was.

From: Y/N

Finally splurged and got tickets to your show for tonight. Know anyone that could get me backstage?

Shit. You were coming to the show tonight, practically unannounced. He needed at least a week to prepare for this, he had about five hours.

They were spent in a practical panic for Lin. He had no idea what to do with himself - and people started to notice. He was late getting dressed, something he always did at least ten minutes early. He nervously fidgeted with his phone all night, either playing a game to kill the time, or un-cooly replying to any of your texts five seconds after you sent them.

The cast turned to Chris, who was always in the know with these things. He simply made a motion with his hand while making a whipping sound. The cast giggled as places were called and Lin looked as if he had seen death.

Meanwhile, your day went along as planned - there was the occasional text as you shopped for groceries or hailed a cab, but your mood was overall unaffected.

That changed while you were getting dressed to see the show. The buzz of what you were about to see put a certain skip in your step. You had never been friendlier to a cab driver, you had never smiled at so many strangers, you had never been so excited.

Sitting anxiously in your empty row for the show to start was a whole other experience. The theater was a little smaller than you had thought it to be, which emphasized how many bodies were in proximity to you. Some people came up to ask for a picture or to chat for a moment, but otherwise no one had claimed the seat next to you.

“Sorry, I think that’s my seat.” A familiar voice called to you, removing you from your head space. Your head snapped up as you stood to get out of the way.

Josh Lyman.” You spoke before you could stop yourself, the words coming out in a jumble. It was most certainly him. Older and wiser now, but he still carried the same aura he did when he was playing Josh Lyman on The West Wing.

“Y/N.” He answered back as he shuffled to his seat, which happened to be the one directly next to you, “You can just call me Bradley - or Brad. Or, you know, Josh if it’s too hard to remember.” He grinned at you with the same charm he carried when he was opposite Allison Janney. Head slightly tilted down, just the corners of his mouth curled up.

“You know me.” You breathed, unashamed at being starstruck.

“Big fan.” He said, “I saw you and him-” He gestured to the stage, referring to Lin, “-on Twitter. Are you dating?”

“Collaborating.” You corrected, dodging the idea of dating Lin as fast as you could, “Have you seen the show?”

“Six times.” He nodded as you gaped at him. Your phone dinged, and you politely excused yourself from the conversation for a moment to read the text.

From: Lin

An usher will show you where to go after the show. Don’t be too harsh with the criticism, the show still has a few kinks.

You laughed. Yeah, a few kinks. And a few Tony’s.

“Not dating?” Bradley asked, peeking over your shoulder at the slew of texts between the two of you. You put your phone away before he could investigate further. “Hey, I’m not here to judge. Just meddle.” He winked as the lights flickered, the signal for the start of the show.

Everyone felt Lin’s confidence as soon as the show started. He walked with a certain air, and his head was tilted up in strength. He was showing off. He was pretty suave when it came to performing Hamilton to begin with, but tonight was a different him.

As promised, an usher was at your side the second the lights were on at the end of the show. You barely had time to wipe away your tears as Bradley and yourself were both escorted through the crowd and to a hidden door.

Bradley greeted everyone as if they were old friends. He knew names, what to say in appreciation of their performances, what kids to ask about.

You hung back, still stunned by the show and in a daze as people passed by you. It took a few minutes for everyone to strip out of costume and to greet you - and Lin was the first person to emerge.

He made a beeline for you, still in awe and blankly staring at a wall.

“You alright?” He asked, hand comfortingly placed on your back.

“Josh Lyman is here.” You mumbled, to which Lin laughed at, “He’s so cool.” You mused.

“I know!” He giggled, eyes shining as you glanced up at him.

“My friend.” Bradley approached, as if his ears had been burning. He brought Lin into a hug, “Great show tonight.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Now, what are your intentions with Y/N?” He asked, perfectly playing the role of ‘concerned dad’.

“W-What?” Lin stuttered, caught off guard as his face began to heat up.

“She was telling me about your guy’s project. Just wanted to know more about it!” Lin let out a relieved sigh, “Why? Did you think I was suggesting you two should date?” Lin tensed up again as Bradley provided a shit-eating grin, “Because if I was suggesting that, it’d just do this.”

He gently pushed you towards Lin, causing you to stumble forward. Lin’s arms wrapped instinctively around your waist to keep you from falling, faces only inches away from each other.

Bradley stuffed his hands into his jacket, casually whistling as he waltzed in the direction of Chris, who was grinning just as smugly.

The two of you jumped away from each other, muttering half-assed excuses about needing to ‘pack his things’ or ‘meet the rest of the cast’.

You parted with an awkward glance in separate directions. You made your rounds with Lin on your mind, trying your best to engage in conversations. You swapped numbers with people you clicked with, you posed for pictures, you tried not to think about his arms around you.

You failed.

Lin emerged with his bag slung over his shoulder, seeing you tucked away in a corner of the stage, deep into a conversation with Chris. He crossed the room casually, smiling as his cast mates practically gushed over you and how you needed to be a permanent fixture at the Richard Rodgers Theater.

He finally made it to you and Chris, your conversation ending abruptly as soon as he was in earshot.

“You’re heading home?” You asked.

“Actually, I was thinking about heading out to dinner. Join me?”

Your eyes shot to Chris, as if asking for permission. Chris shrugged in response, shuffling over to Renee, who was not-so-sneakingly spying on the conversation.

The hesitation killed his confidence.

“Sure.” You finally answered, “I’d love to.”

It’s Quiet Uptown (Philip Hamilton x Reader)

It’s Quiet Uptown

Philip x Reader


Warnings: Angst, cursing, yelling, hearts breaking, a lot of italics, use of Hamilton song titles and lyrics at the end.

Words: 1,924

Modern day/Highschool

A/N: Hey dudes, I got it done late. Well, here you go. Featuring Philip’s little brothers and parents and Theodosia. Hope you enjoy!

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You waved to Philip Hamilton, the one and only, your best friend, your secret crush. He grinned before jogging over to you.

“Come on, I’ll drive you home.” You laughed, rolling your eyes.

“You always drive me home.”

“Come on, Y/N,” He smiled that flawless ‘Hi, I’m a gorgeous Hamilton’ smile. “You would rather walk? Without me?” You sighed, and got up, swinging your backpack onto your back. He lead the way to his car and you climbed inside, setting the backpack by your feet.

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dreamfar628  asked:

Hopefully I got this in time? and only if you feel like doing it... How would the lords react to MC having trouble conceiving? Or you could do how the lords + Nobuyuki reacting to his lady hardcore fangirling over some idols (BTS) >_>''

Helloooo ~
This was sitting in the queue, waiting to be posted on your birthday! 
I hope you’re having a wonderful day!

Nobuyuki reacting to his lady fangirling

He simply chuckled everytime when she was raving about various famous men and wouldn’t have any hard feelings, knowing and not seeing the need to deny that those artists were truly decent.
That is, as long as she was keeping that within reasonable bounds, as long as he was sure that her swooning and appreciation was due to their talents.
However one day it happened that he approached her, pulling her towards him holding her waist, pressing her body on his with one hand, while the other was freeing her neck from her soft hair.
She could feel his breath on her skin, as he was whispering to take her mind off those other men.
How about you focus on the man within your reach instead?

Your first request is under the cut, in case anyone is uncomfortable with that topic.

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anonymous asked:

Okay so you know how smtm rappers and the show can be cringe? There was this one rapper who was actually decent. Second ep he got up on stage and said he chose rap because he wanted to tell his story rather than show 'swag.' He'd only been rapping for 6 months. He starting rapping about depression and his struggle??? it was super powerful. I think his name's wonjae and Tiger jk chose him.

absolutely | taeyong

Genre: Art school!au | fluff, angst, lots of terms of endearment might as well have named her buttercup

Member: Taeyong / reader (3rd person perspective i guess??)

Word count: 4000+

Note: will probs add an epilogue?

Summary: “We can dance in the kitchen at 4am like we’re completely free.. Maybe we’re both a little bit naked, but we can work towards that.”

she would never tell him; but she loved to watch him dance.

It was like watching a swan skirting across the surface of the water, like his body was made of malleable material that stretched out until it was on the verge of breaking, and maybe even snapping. But always returned back to it’s original shape. Like a slinky that seemed like it’d reached too far.

Lee Taeyong is a slinky.

But of course, she’ll never tell him.

“You’re staring again.” Hyeri interrupts.

“Huh?” she replies, not tearing her eyes away from the sight of him dancing in the half darkened studio.

“Are you stalking him?” Hyeri continues, raising her perfectly plucked eyebrow, glancing through the single see through tile of glass in the door next to my head, “Or are you just gravitationally attracted to him wherever he is on this earth, like star crossed lovers or something- are you star crossed lovers?” she asks wide eyed, like she’s just caught the biggest fish of the century. If possible, her eyes widen even more, “Oh no, do you love him? Is it serious, should I call a doctor? A hypnotist? I can call aunt Edna-”

“What are you talking about?” she frowns, snapping herself out of her reverie and glancing up at her friend from where she’s slightly bent over to get a clear look at lee slinky.

“We’d have to drive to see her and that’d take like… three hours but she works wonders for people like you.” Hyeri continues, pushing her wild curls from her hair. “Maybe we could get a couple discount so I can get a hypnosis session too, there’s this guy-”

She loves Hyeri. Without a doubt, from the bottom of her heart to the ends of the world.

But at that very moment, she tunes her out.

The dance room is big, no question there because it has to hold up to thirty people at once, jumping and dancing and running around, but he’s completely alone. There’s only one dim light but I can still see his face clearly. The defined angles of his jaw and that the sweat he wipes off with the sleeve of his hoodie, before he throws it across the room in anger. He runs his fingers through his hair and sighs loudly, mumbling something about ‘still not being able to do it’.

He leans his elbows against the ballet bar in the middle of the room, facing the mirror with pure aggravation etched into the lines of his face. He’s breathing heavily, staring at himself in the reflection of the mirror. She glances at the clock in the room, it’s nearly midnight but she can tell he’ll be here for a few more hours.

“-and so I told him to leave me alone but- hey, are you even listening to me?” Hyeri snaps, pushing her by the shoulder. She stand up immediately, pushing Hyeri’s hand away with a frown.

“What were you saying?” she ask with a frown, adjusting the strap of her backpack and finally, finally tearing her eyes away from him.

Hyeri sighs, crossing her arms, “You’re staring.” she repeats, glancing into the dance room one more time. “I understand why.” she adds under her breath.

“Come on. Let’s get out of here, Johnny’s late and I sick of waiting.” she mutters angrily, holding her bag tighter around her shoulder, like she’s holding on to the last piece of her reverie (that being his dancing). She forces herself not to turn back to watch him. It’s almost like she’s addicted to him, the way he moves and spins (fuck, she wishes she could dance.)

Objectively all of this is hilarious; they don’t get along.

But that’s another story.

She shuffles awkwardly in her seat, crossing her legs and then uncrossing them. She scratches her head as Mr Lau opens a paper folder folder and uses his fingernails to scan through it. He sighs, “Just as I suspected.” He mumbles.

“Is everything okay Sir?” She asks quietly, crossing her arms and swallowing.

Mr Lau glance up at her and sighs again, Jesus it must be bad. He places the folder back on the table and interlaces his fingers, “You seem to have a problem.” he states.

“I do?” She frowns.

He nods, “You grades aren’t good enough.”, he states bluntly, “You’re not taking enough extra credit which means they’re being dragged down. We can’t allow you to continue into the next year of your education unless you pick up some extra credit classes.” he explains.

She stares, “But sir, I’ve already spoken to you about this before and you said it was fine for me not to take any. I don’t-”

“It was fine.” he agrees, “But your disability affects everything and not every employer will understand why you couldn’t take even one.” He pauses, “I understand that it’s difficult, which is why I’ve compiled a list of extra credits which have no reading or writing involved.” He assures, producing a sheet of paper and handing it to her.

She scans through the list, woodwork, instrument and dance. “There are only three options.” She says with no distinct tone of voice, holding the paper up so that he could see; in case it was his first time.

He nods, “All the others were completely full and I was unable to get you in, but, if you do even one of these, you’ll have enough extra credit with consideration to your condition they won’t expect anymore.”

She shuffle in her seat again, leaning against. She takes a deep breath, frowning as he finger taps against the arm of the chair. “Just one of them?” She asks, holding her index finger up.

He nods, “Only one.”

She crosses woodwork off her list angrily with a black biro as she walks down the school halls. Mr Kim kicked her out of his class after she nearly chopped off his finger despite the fact that she warned him he might get hurt. He had then promptly kicked her out of his class and told her never to come back even though she told him she needed the extra credit.

She crosses instrument off her list because learning a new one requires reading notes and sheet music, something she finds beyond difficult. That left dancing. So she makes her way towards the dance room but doesn’t dare step in as she watches these trained dancers throw themselves across the room in the most silk like motions she’s ever seen. She knocks on the door, loud enough to be heard over the soft music and Mr Kang looks over. He points to her, “You’re late.” he states as she awkwardly shuffles into the dance room.

The dancers are stretching, lunging, bending their bodies at unfathomable angles, “Sorry I was-”

“Never mind.” he interrupts, waving his hand, “Go to the back and try your best to follow.” He says, not patronising but clearly not happy to have a beginner in his class.

She drops her bag to the floor in the corner of the room and shoves her hands in her hoodie pocket as she moves to the back of the square formation of students. She knows some of them and feels a hand on her shoulder, “What’s up buttercup?” Taeyong asks, wriggling his eyebrows.

She scoffs, “Not my grades apparently.” she mutters, bending down to reach her toes, “Mr Lau said I have to take an extra credit class to bring them up.” she explains.

Tae crosses his arms, “So you chose dance?” He asks incredulously.

She feigns offence, “What does that mean?”

He points to her, “the last time you danced you nearly took my eye out.”

She glares, “You were in my way!” She cries.

He rolls his eyes, “Why not do another extra credit? Something, I don’t know, safer?” He asks.

She raises an eyebrow, “The only other options were woodwork and instrument.” She explains.

He raises his arms, “And you still chose dance?”

Their relationship was interesting to say the least. On some level they hated each other, on another they were friends and on a final one they were neither but they were the only people who understood each other. The only ones who were perfectionist almost to the point of it being crippling and overworking themselves.

She glares at him. “Leave me alone.” she snaps, “Why are you even talking to me?” she asks suddenly, “You don’t even like me.”

He shrugs with a small smirk playing on his lips, “You’re fun to annoy.”

Mr Kang suddenly claps his hands and the students fall silent, “Okay class, get ready!”

Johnny rubs her back as they stand in the queue for the burrito truck only opposite the school in the freezing cold. Her breath comes out in a fog of mist and she wraps her arms around herself in her faux fur coat (Hyeri got it for her birthday.)

“-And then while we were dancing, he wouldn’t stop laughing at me. He kept saying I was doing it wrong and then everyone was staring at me and Mr Kang made me go to the front of the room and it was so embarrassing because everyone saw how bad I was I hate dancing!” She snarled through grit teeth, “I hate Lee Taeyong.” She adds as an afterthought.

Johnny laughs shivering as well, “He’s not that bad.” He assures.

She haves her arms, “Did you not hear anything I just said! He’s horrible!”

Johnny shakes his head, “You’re just annoyed you had to pick up an extra credit.” He points out smugly as the line moves forward.

There’s ice on car windows and a hint of possible snow in the perpetually grey sky. She wrinkles her nose, “Of course I’m annoyed, The Director said I wouldn’t have to- and my grades are fine.” she assures.

He rubs his hands together and breathes into them, “At least you don’t have to read or write in dance.” He mentions.

She huffs, “You make me sound like an idiot.” She mutters.

He rolls his eyes, “You’re dyslexic, not an imbecile.”

She doesn’t reply, only watches the stream of students that walk to and from their Art school carrying bags and books and shivering in the cold. She can see the window to the dance studios where the dancers swirl elegantly without stumbling and her hand balls into a fist. “I need to pass this class.” she finalises.

Johnny nods, rubbing her arm, “You could always practice? Heard it makes you perfect.” He smirks.

She nods, glancing back to the window and she smiles, “You’re right.” She mumbles, “You’re right!” She cries suddenly and he jumps, staring at her. “I need to go practice.” she announces with a gleam in her eyes that he can’t place.

He raises an eyebrow, “Right now? Don’t you want a burrito?” He asks, pointing to the truck.

She shakes her head with a smile, “Give it to Ten, tell him I’m sorry and I’ll skip on movie night.” She yells as she begins to cross the road.

Johnny huffs, “He takes things better when you say them.”

“You’re dating him!” She cries incredulously and then laughs, jogging towards the Arts School and sprints up the stairs through the large oak doors.

She was suddenly filled with this new motivation, like she’s had sixteen cups of coffee and she’s running on a sugar high. She runs past Hyeri who doesn’t even try to stop her but just shakes her head at her friend’s antics and laughs when the walking disaster nearly trips over a newly cleaned floor.

She spends the rest of the evening in the dimly lit practice room with her hair scraped back into a bun and clear determination in her eyes. She falls one, twice, seventeen times and each time she sighs and gets back up. The soft music never ceases in the background and it’s dark outside but she glares at the mirrors before her, leaning against the ballet bar as she tries to steady her breath.

There’s sweat that drips down her forehead but she just wipes it off with the back of her hand and takes a sip of water. “What are you doing?” A voice echoes through the room.

She stops abruptly as she sees Taeyong reach out and turn the music down. She places her hands on her knees and shakes her head, “Do you need the room?” She asks breathlessly.

He frowns, cocking his head and drops his bag to the floor. “Yes.” he states, almost derisively. She nods, walking to the end of the ballet bar where her bag is situated. She takes another gulp of water and then swings the bag over her shoulder slipping on her shoes. Her hair is stuck to the sweat on her neck but she doesn’t care. “Your balance was off.” He states, walking towards her.

She frowns, “Why do you care?” She asks.

He rolls his eyes, “I don’t.”

And she walks out, not sparing him a second glance and he watches her leave with a slight smirk on his lips and curiosity in his eyes.

But he doesn’t say anything.

It becomes a routine. She has the room until he turns up, but sometimes he let’s her use it a little longer, watching her dance. His gaze is unnerving and scrutinising and every time he  makes an offhand comment about her balance or the position of her feet, he’s right. But she tells him to leave her alone.

This goes on for two weeks, until one day she turns up and he’s already there. “Oh.” She stops in her tracks, “Are you using it all evening?” She asks, itching her head.

He shakes his head, “No I just need to do some work but I can’t concentrate in the library.” He pauses, “You can dance, I won’t tell you when you’re doing it wrong.” He assures.

She scoffs, “So considerate.” she mocks.

He settles in the corner of the room by the music player with his laptop on his outstretched legs, a pen between his teeth and deft fingers that sort through various sheets of paper. She stands in front of the three large mirrors, her fingers wrapping around the ballet pole and she tries her best not to stare at him out of the corner of her eye.

Her phone connects to the speakers automatically and she presses play on on a softly melody and closes her eyes, taking a deep breath. “You’re doing it wrong.” Taeyong speaks up.

She opens her eyes to glare at him in the mirror, “I haven’t even started yet.” She says derisively.

He shrugs, “You’re already doing it wrong.”

She narrows her eyes at him, “You said you wouldn’t comment.” she points out.

He holds out his hands like he gives up and turns back to his computer. She shakes her head and sighs, turning back to the mirror. He back is straight and she tries to practice the move from earlier that is honestly too complicated to describe. But she loses her balance and nearly falls flat on her face.

He doesn’t say anything.

She does this three more times before she sighs in defeat, “Okay, what am I doing wrong?” She asks out loud.

He glances up and uses his pen to point to her legs. “You’re not bending your knees enough.” he states. She frowns, attempting to do so but he grunts from his spot on the floor, placing his computer to the side and standing up. “No not like that, you need to spread your legs.”

She rolls her eyes, “And how many girls have you said that to?” She asks reflexively, and then her cheeks flare up; she had not meant to say that out loud.

He breathes a laugh, “Hilarious.” he says sarcastically as he stops next to her. “Look-” he starts pushing her hands further apart on the bar, “You’re too tense, you’re making yourself too small, you’re supposed to take up lots of room otherwise this move doesn’t work.” he explains, tapping the back of her knee with his pen. “Feet apart.” he states and she follows his advice.

“God why is it so difficult.” She mutters.

He almost laughs, “It’s not hard, you just haven’t studied dance before.”

“Yeah, so it’s hard.” She states derisively.

He shrugs, “Well, now you’re doing it right so why don’t you try the move again.” And she does, and she nails it. He claps and it’s surprisingly sincere while he smiles knowingly, “See you can do it, just have faith in yourself.”

“Thank you for believing in me.” She says mockingly like she’s in a movie and he breathes a laugh.

The sun sets behind the grey clouds until it’s almost pitch black outside and frost begins to form on car windows as they spent the rest of the evening practising the dance Mr Kang has assigned them to learn and perform by the end of the term. She falls down four times and every time he helps her up. The fourth time however, they fall down together.

She drags him down when she trips and he hold onto her waist in an attempt to balance them but instead they just fall on top of each other. And like the typical movie scene this happens, their breathing heavily, staring into each other’s eyes.

She wants to kiss him. Fuck she really wants to kiss him

He hovers over her, “Maybe we should stop?” He whispers. But she doesn’t know if he means dancing or staring.

He swallows, tearing his eyes away from her and crawls to his feet. She shakes her head, not saying anything as she tries to regain her breath. There’s a silence where he doesn’t know what to say so she swallows and slowly sits up, “I still haven’t got it right.”

He grunts in disapproval, “You’re going to injure yourself.” he states, waving his hand in dismissal.

She leans back on the balls of her hand, “So are you.” she points out because she knows he’ll stay in the practice room until 5am if he has to.

He shrugs, “You’re an actor, not a dancer.” he pauses, smiling slightly “I’m also better than you in general.”

She rolls her eyes, crawling to her feet and resting her hands on her hips, “You’re a dick.”

He just cocks his head to look at her with softer eyes that she’s ever seen, “Go home buttercup.” he says quietly, “We can pick this up tomorrow.”

Johnny frowns, “So he’s not as bad as you thought?” He questions.

She shrugs, leaning back on the couch and shutting her eyes, “I don’t know. He’s being nice for now.”

Johnny pauses, “He’s honestly not that bad, just a bit rough around the edges.”

She waves him off, “Yeah yeah whatever.”

She realises that because she’s been spending so much time trying to pass this fucking extra credit, that she’s let everything else slide out of priority. It’s not until she’s back at her dorm about to fall asleep that there’s a sudden pressure that begins to crush her chest as she remembers the essay she hasn’t done, the song she hasn’t written and the lines she hasn’t memorised.

And this is how she finds herself in the campus library at 4 o'clock in the morning with the biggest cup of coffee she’s ever drunk before, still dressed in her pyjamas and lugging around some of the thickest textbooks in the library.

She nearly falls asleep twice, struggling to read the books that she’s seen other breeze through and almost decides to live as a nun before she feels her phone vibrate against the desk. She picks it up, barely noticing Taeyong’s name sprawled across the screen.


“Why are you in the library at quarter past four in the morning dressed like a tramp?” He asks unceremoniously. She looks up from her textbook and glances around the empty room. “Stop craning your neck like a giraffe I’m not there.”

She frowns, turning to look out of the window behind her. It looks over the courtyard and to the other side of the school where the dance studios are and she can see him standing by the window. He’s got a short sleeved white shirt and clings to his body and tracksuits that hang low on his hips. She swallows, maybe too loud because she sees him cock his head, “Cat got your tongue buttercup?” He asks and even from a distance she can see him smirk.

She rolls her eyes, “Hilarious.” She sneers, “but do you want to tell me why you’re practicing at 4 o'clock in the morning?” She questions.

Even though they’re on opposite ends of the school, both occupied and prioritising aspects of their lives that are objectively driving them crazy, they still seem to have the energy to converse like they’re normal human beings. “You know why.” He states.

He’s a perfectionist, just like her, that’s why. But at least she knows when to stop, when the nights of two hours sleep and the dead man walking act start get old and she pulls herself from this cycle of self destruction he’s gotten so used to.

There’s a comfortable silence as they stare at each other from a distance. She cocks her head, “Breakfast?” She asks.

He smiles, “Yes please.”

And her heart beats faster than the speed at which he runs to meet her. (Not that he shows he made any effort and she thinks the sweat is from all the dancing).

He takes her to a quaint out of the way cafe that surprisingly seems to be open so early but she doesn’t complain because she needs an escape from the Seoul winter that halts its threshold at the door.

They sit in a booth by wall, right underneath the heating and the waitress hands over two menus. Fuck. She opens it up and suddenly she’s bombarded with letters that muddle into incoherent sentences and words that don’t make sense- she’s getting a headache. “Are you okay?” He asks, noticing how pale she’s become.

She waves him off, “Yeah I’m just cold.” she pauses and he looks up.

He can see her eyes narrows and squint and he notices her swallow nervously. “Seriously, what’s wrong?” He asks again, sighing and folding the menu.

She doesn’t look up, “Nothing.” He kicks her leg, “Ow what the-”

“What’s wrong?” he repeats.

She glares at him, rubbing her shin, “Screw you that hurt.”

He rolls his eyes and before he can say anything, the waitress stops by their table. “What can I get you both?” She asks softly.

He hands her the menu, “I’ll have the ham and cheese toastie and an espresso.” He turns to look at the woman opposite him, “Same thing?” He asks.

“I’ll have the…” she pauses, struggling to read. She holds the menu out to the waitress, “What’s that one, I forgot my glasses.” She chuckles airily to cover the heart that pounds against her rib cage.

“That’s the full English breakfast.”  the waitress informs.

“Well I don’t want that.” She’s glaring at the menu, “Have you got anything with avocado’s and-”

“She’ll have the same as me, with avocados.” Taeyong interrupts, snatching her menu and handing it to the waitress. The waitress nods, walking away and this time she kicks Taeyong in the leg, “Ow what the-”

“That was so embarrassing why did you do that?” She demands angrily.

“Do what?” He frowns.

Her mouth gapes open, “Do what? I’m dyslexic I’m not illiterate!” She snaps and then her eyes go wide and fuck he knows now.

But he doesn’t act like he’s shocked or like he’s just found out. He shrugs, “Yeah I figured, you don’t wear glasses, that’s why I ordered for you.”

She stares at him and then shakes her head, “You’re unbelievable.” She scoffs, picking up her bag and storming out of the cafe. Something drops in his chest and he tries not to let it show but his heart is in his throat and he thinks he’s just fucked up.

She’s doesn’t turn up at the practice room for a week after that. She stays at her dorm, forcing herself to concentrate on the upcoming school play she’s starring in- she needs to memorise these lines perfectly because she cannot afford any mistakes.

It’s late one evening and she’s in the school theatre, alone, just after Johnny left to meet Ten for dinner. She’s seated in the middle of the stage, her head in her hands as she stares down at the script. “Why Mr… Ba… barrel?” She pauses, “Fuck; barrow.”

“You’re doing fine.” A voice calls.

She recognises it straight away but still glares through the stage lights into the seats to find him. He sitting in the second row, his arms crossed. “What do you want?” She asks.

He ignores her, “Read it again.” He orders.

She frowns and then sighs, realising he’s not going to leave. She looks back down at the script, “Why Mr Barrow you… in…com…pet…” he can feel the frustration radiating from her body.

“Breathe buttercup, it’s just you and me.” He assures, standing from his seat and walking to the edge of the stage. His shoulders barely reach but he folds his arms and rests his head in his hands, watching her carefully.

She swallows, “You’re staring.” she points out.

He grins, that million watt grin that makes her legs shake and he cocks his head, “I like the view.” she breathes a laugh but he can still see the hurt in her eyes. “I’m sorry about what happened.”

She shrugs, waving him off, “It’s fine.”

“It’s not.” He says strongly.

“It’s not.” she agrees, “But hey, the world is still spinning on its axis and you and I are back to normal.” she shrugs.

He frowns, lifting himself onto the stage. He kneels in front of her and pauses. “What if I want something different?” his voice is quiet, like he’s trying to hide from her.

This time when she looks up, there’s something in her eyes that says she doesn’t quite understand or doesn’t quite want to. She swallows, her heart in her throat and her palms sweating so she rubs them on her jeans. “Something un-normal?” she frowns.

He breathes a laugh, “I mean-” he starts, shuffling closer until she can smell pine needles and fresh air and he tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “Do you want to get breakfast?” he asks. Her heart nearly drops, but he keeps talking, “You know, after we spend the whole night together.”

She smirks, “Doing what exactly?”

He smiles, “Not being perfectionists for once.” he shrugs, “Pizza and beers in front of your shitty T.V. while we watch reruns of some drama. We can dance in the kitchen at 4am like we’re completely free.. Maybe we’re both a little bit naked, but we can work towards that.”

She laughs, “So you’re asking me out?”

He pauses, “Was that not clear?”

She laughs again, her eyes clinking and her nose wrinkling. He likes her laugh. “No it was clear, I was just making sure I wasn’t dreaming.”

He cocks his head, “So that’s a yes?”

She licks her lips and nods, “That’s an absolutely.”

He nods, trying to hide his smile. He shakes his head, “Come on buttercup, these lines aren’t going to memorise themselves.” he assures, picking up her script.

And they spend the rest of the evening laughing and dressing up in funny costumes. They dance on the stage but they’re not naked and it’s not 4am but he’s okay with that, as long as she smiles like that he’s okay with anything.


[[ Hello you perfect and wonderful followers! 

The time has come – This is my official hiatus post! I am going on vacation with my family for 10 whole days – So that means no new Crutchie gifs for a while.

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