his face keeps me going in life

It’s quiet uptown, Alex dies, Eliza sings

ANGELICA:
There are moments that the words don’t reach
There’s a grief too powerful to name
You fight your tears back as well as you can
Once more burdened with the unimaginable!

The moments when your’re in so deep
It feels easier to just swim down
Eliza Hamilton moves uptown
Consumed again by the unimaginable!

ELIZA:
I spend hours in his study
I pour over his words once more
And it’s quiet uptown
A quiet we both felt once before

I take my sister to church with the children
A sign of the cross at the door
And I pray…
I don’t know how I’m going to endure…

ENSEMBLE
If you see her in the street, walking by herself,
Talking to herself, have pity!

ELIZA:
Alexander, you liked it uptown!
It’s quiet uptown!

ENSEMBLE:
She is going through the unimaginable!
She stays up at night, sitting where he used to write
Taking in his words and the city!

ELIZA:
Look around! Look around!
How lucky we are to be alive right now!!

ENSEMBLE:
Can you imagine?

ELIZA (Imagining Alexander beside her):
Look at where you are!
Look at where you started!
I really don’t know why I deserve you
But hear me out!
That would be enough!
If I could spare your life!
If I could trade your life for mine!
You’d be standing here right now
Your dreams alive
And that would be enough!

I don’t pretend to know
The struggles you were facing!
When you wrote that cursed pamphlet,
when you set your world ablaze.

But I’m not afraid!
I know who I married!
I’ll keep your legacy alive…
Could that be enough?

ENSEMBLE:
If you see her in his room
Reading to herself, sobbing to herself
Have pity!
She is going through the unimaginable!
See her sitting all alone, facing the unknown
Looking out at her husband’s city

ELIZA:
Why did you write like you were running out of time?

ENSEMBLE:
She is going through the unimaginable!

ANGELICA:
There are moments that the words don’t reach
There’s a sadness too terrible to name
We find resolve as best as we can
To push away the unimaginable!
We are standing at his headstone
I am standing by Eliza’s side
She reads his words:

HAMILTON (voice):
This letter, my very dear Eliza, will not be delivered to you, unless I shall first have terminated my earthly career; to begin, as I humbly hope from redeeming grace and divine mercy, a happy immortality.

ELIZA/HAMILTON:
I need not tell you of the pangs I feel, from the idea of quitting you and exposing you to the anguish which I know you would feel.
Fly to the bosom of your God and be comforted. With my last idea; I shall cherish the sweet hope of meeting you in a better world.

ELIZA:
Adieu best of wives and best of Women.
Ever yours

HAMILTON:
Alexander.

ELIZA: It’s quiet uptown!

ENSEMBLE:
His legacy…Can you imagine?
His legacy… Can you imagine?
If you see her in the street, walking by herself, talking to herself have pity…
She is going through the unimaginable!


MIght wanna grab some tissues, just like Lin, I made myself cry too

Here’s a link to the original song

I ALSO WRITE IMAGINES, SO HMU FOR SOME REQUESTS

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(low key wants @linmanuel to see this, but is scared he’ll hate it)

Burning Low

“You’re not going to believe me,” Yuuri insists.

“No piece of dog related information can be kept from me, Yuuri.”

Yuuri huffs, buries his face in Makkachin’s fur. They’re lying on Viktor’s bed, atop plush sheets, the hum of Euro pop soft in the background. Yuuri’s wearing ratty sweatpants and a T-shirt, dotted with the occasional curl of Makkachin’s hair. Viktor can’t look away. Their fingers are laced over the poodle’s plump belly, something that keeps happening, ever since the Cup of China. There are two periods in Viktor’s life: B.C., Before China, and after. Viktor loves the after.

“Vicchan was a stray,” Yuuri mumbles.

Viktor tries not to laugh. “Oh, love, I know there were posters in your room with my face on them– you can say you bought Vicchan.”

Viktor,” Yuuri whines, burying his face into Makkachin. “I knew you wouldn’t believe me.”

“Okay, okay,” Viktor chuckles. “So Vicchan was a stray.” He wiggles over the top of Makkachin, presses a kiss to Yuuri’s forehead.

“Yeah,” Yuuri breathes, soft. “When I found him and brought him back to the onsen, soaked in muddy puddle water and curls all matted, I thought he was some kind of gift from god. A poodle all my own. So I could be just like you.”

“Clearly, your parents agreed.” The brown eyes flicker up to him, twinkling.

“No,” Yuuri admits. “They told me Vicchan probably belonged to someone else. That we had to put up signs saying we’d found him.” He snorts gently through his nose. “…I sobbed for hours.” Makkachin snuffles, licks Yuuri’s cheek. “I plucked up Vicchan and locked myself in my room–my parents had to talk me down through the door. They told me they knew I loved Vicchan, but that maybe there was some other little boy out there missing him, loving him.”

“And you,” Viktor says, “my softhearted Yuuri, you were willing to give him back.”

Yuuri presses his lips together. Amused. “No,” he contradicts again, quietly. “That didn’t work. After all, who could love Vicchan more than me? I refused to put up the Found Dog signs up because of that.” There’s a pause, and Viktor fills in the gap. Until. “Then, they told me that Vicchan could be missing the place where he belonged.”

“Oh, Yuuri,” Viktor says. Maybe they shouldn’t discuss Yuuri’s dog– sometimes when he looks at Makkachin, the cinnamon eyes still glaze over.

“How could I take Vicchan away from what he loved? So we put up signs,” Yuuri finishes, smile small. “I was ready to give him up. Ready, even if it broke my heart.” Their fingers tighten across Makkachin’s belly, and it’s natural to lean forward and kiss him, all ruffled hair and round cheeks, gentle eyes. Viktor’s Yuuri. Viktor’s everything.

“Let’s end this,” Yuuri says, in Barcelona. The man who is his everything, and he wants to end it.

You don’t have to break your heart, Viktor thinks. Oh, you don’t have to break your heart

a bunch of rambling thoughts about satisfied
  • it starts with angelica surrounded by people, seemingly satisfied and content, and ends with her all by herself on stage, privately devastated and unsatisfied
  • it’s framed like an essay. intro & thesis, three body paragraphs, conclusion and restatement of the thesis, showing her intelligence
  • while analyzing alexander, even in a lovestruck daze, angelica notes that he’s penniless. this comes up again in reason one, yet is once again dismissed. his financial state doesn’t matter—eliza does.
  • in the sia cover, the aforementioned singer sings both “and i knooow” and “helpless”, signifying that once angelica realizes eliza’s feelings, she is helpless to do anything but acknowledge them
  • helpless is repeated by eliza, three times, one for each reason.
  • angelica notes both alexander and eliza’s eyes, but never her own, symbolically linking them 
  • angelica also mentions “the first time i saw her face / then i turn and see my sister’s face” once again connecting the two people she loves more than anything
  • “intelligent eyes” she notices his mind first, a link to schuyler sisters, “i’m looking for a mind at work”
  • angelica says “mind” rather than heart during “i know my sister like i know my own mind”, showing that this is both a rational and emotional decision; she is using her head and her heart to manage this sacrifice
  • angelica only says “heart” once in the whole song, with ‘set my heart aflame’
  • in the first verse: “i remember that night/i remember those/i remember that dreamlike” angelica uses remember three times, and never forget for alexander, drawing attention to the line that “i have never been the same”—alexander is breaking the pattern of angelica’s world
  • the fire symbolism throughout the song, in comparison to helpless which uses “drowning”. angelica “match” wits, aflame, etc. there is also electricity (ben franklin with the key and the kite), another flame-filled metaphor. 
  • angelica also links alexander to icarus in BURN, in this case, angelica is icarus (clothed in orange), destined to fall, and alexander is the sun. eliza (clothed in blue) is the sea, this metaphor established by helpless and then by satisfied
  • angelica’s reiteration of the wedding toast is a reminder that this is all replaying with her mind; much like “i realize three fundamental truths at the exact same time”, this is all happening within a matter of seconds, showing how fast her brain truly works
  • “he’d be mine” / “that boy is mine”
  • angelica reflects on his eyes right before the reintroduced wedding toast, reiterating the feature she once again first noticed about him
  • satisfied is in many ways a revelation on a scene we thought we previously understood. this is another callback to schuyler sisters with angelica “you want a revolution? i want a revelation!” and the other wedding-goers go “union / to the revolution” what happens next? a revelation 
  • “i just might regret that night for the rest of my days / i’ll never forget the first time i saw your face” regret and forget are the first half of this rhyming scheme, connecting the two. if angelica could forget her feelings for hamilton, she would not have to regret this night.
  • “i’m sure you don’t know what you mean” “you’re like me: i’m never satisfied” / “nice going angelica, he was right: you will never be satisfied” angelica now painfully, acutely, understands what he was saying
  • at least my dear eliza’s his wife / at least i keep his eyes in my life—rhyming scheme, in addition to showing that, even when it comes to consoling herself about losing alexander, eliza still comes first
  • he will never be satisfied. i will never be satsified. is one of the only times in the song alexander and angelica are directly compared the same way that eliza & alexander are on numerous connections. a callback to “you’re like me: i’m never satisfied”
By Way of Spontaneity (Part 12)

Summary: On a whim, Bucky declares you to be his girlfriend to his grandma and mother. They’re eager to meet you and he asks you to pretend to be with him for just one dinner with his family. But is that really all?

Word Count: 979

Warnings: None.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

A/N: Next part is the end :D Enjoy, guys! Sorry about Tony, btw. 


Originally posted by fymarveluniverse


The drive to Tony’s place was nerve-wracking, your hands sweating a great deal, forcing you to rub your palms down your thighs various times. You raised the volume of your radio until you couldn’t hear yourself think, but still managed to imagine how seeing Tony face to face would go.

You knew he was mad. You had never seen him so mad. Tony was impulsive, he was full of wit and took everything to heart. That’s what you loved about him. He took life by the horns and went with it. And yet, you had been pulled in by Bucky’s playful demeanor, his caring persona and gentle nature. They were a stark contrast to one another, but similar in more ways than you had initially thought.

Pulling up to his house, you groaned as you saw that his car was parked on the driveway. You had hoped he wasn’t home so that way you could have an excuse and just avoid any confrontation.

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Holding You Back (Smut)

A/N: I’m in Prague this week with a friend and I set this to upload on it’s own so hopefully it works. A little trigger warning towards the end.
Requested to write a smut about the videos of the boys playing billiard in Glasgow and using some vibes from There’s Nothing Holdin’ Me Back too.

Word count: 5,323

“I swear he’s looking at you again” Ollie grinned, smiling at me widely. He put a couple of bottles with liquor back on their place, not taking his friendly eyes of me.

“Who?” I asked, grabbing two more glasses from the counter. I poured vodka in them both first, then some red bull before putting ice in both glasses.

“The tall, dark-haired guy” he said, nodding in the direction of the billiard tables in the other end of the bar.

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Hickeys (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: Hi! :) I absolutely adore your blog and I was wondering if you could do a Jughead x Reader oneshot where the the reader has a hickey and Veronica points it out so everyone is teasing her all day to find out who it’s from and they eventually realize it was Juggie? Thank you <3

A/N: Sorry if it’s not as good as you thought it would be! (It’s literally 3am here and I feel like banging my head against the wall. I literally haven’t slept in so long dear god.)

Masterlist

Warnings: Swearing? Mentions of hickeys. Jug’s a little shit. 

Hickeys (Jughead x Reader)

Beep. Beep. Beep.

“Shit. Juggie, Wake up!” You push yourself off your bed and glance at your sleeping boyfriend.

He just groans and rolls over.

“No. We have school today and you have to get up! We’re gonna be late.” You grab his arm and tug.

He tugs back, pulling you against his chest. “A few more minutes, (Y/n).” He leans down and kisses down your jaw.

You let out a whimper as he nibbles down your neck, leaving hickeys along the way.

“Fine.”

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i hate you, i love you. (m) | 01

PT.1 | PT.2 | Drabbles

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader 

Genre: Angst/Smut

Description: You hated him at seven, warmed up to him at twelve, and liked him at fifteen. Now the two of you are twenty years old and inseparable best friends… and you’re absolutely in love with him; he’s in love too—just not with you. 

Word Count: 10,389

cr.


You were seven years old when you first met Jeon Jungkook, and it was without question that you absolutely, undeniably, irrefutably, hated him.

You hated his everything, from the way kids in your class flocked to him like he was some sort of radiant sun, to the way he teased you in passing, to the way he’d stare at you out of the corner of his eye, but most of all you hated that stupidly beautiful bunny like grin that never failed to make your heart skip a beat.

You remembered the first day school started back from winter break so clearly. The teacher announced that it was time to change assigned seats. A lot of the kids whined in sadness at having to be ripped away from their friends, but you on the other hand didn’t really mind the change since you hadn’t become too close to your desk mate… that is until his name was called.

Your eyes widened as you watched the happy-go-lucky raven haired boy take the seat next to yours. A frustrated sigh left your lips as you tried to keep your sights forward and away from the brightly lit grin that was visible through your peripheral.

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Cheater? (Reggie x Reader)

Request: could you maybe do a reggie and reader imagine where they have been dating for years but he cheats on her and they break up he tries to win her back but she keeps shooting him down but she has a bad fight with her mom and she doesn’t know where else to go to so she goes to reggie’s and he comforts her and they talk and get back together


 You couldn’t get the image out of your head. The thought of Reggie kissing someone that wasn’t you made you sick to your stomach. It was a painful reminder why you didn’t go to party in the first place. Nothing good ever happens when teens have alcohol.  It what ended your relationship with him, you couldn’t trust him anymore.

“Babe I’m sorry I didn’t mean it, I was drunk. I didn’t know what I was doing”  Reggie begged you and tears were forming in his eyes. He didn’t want all of the years that you guys been together to end over some stupid drunken mistake that he had made.

“Please stop Reggie, it’s too late we’re over” You said as tears were falling down your cheeks, you loved him but you couldn’t have him anymore. You felt like all of your air was getting pulled out of you as you try to breath through the tears.

“We can fix it Y/N, don’t give up on us, not yet” Reggie pleaded he was losing you, something that he never thought was possible and it was his own fault.

“You already did Reggie” You let out while your voice was cracking “You broke us”

You sat down at you lunch table, facing away from the football team so you didn’t have to look at Reggie. Betty looked at you as you sat down on side of her, you never sat there. But it came to her mind when she heard the football team laughing from behind her. Reggie, was why you were sitting there.

“You okay?” Betty asked as you finally settle down in your place. You phoned her the night you guys broke up so she knew what had happened.

“Peachy” You said as you took a bite of your sandwich, listening to Veronica and Kevin conversion.

“So Y/N” Veronica started to say as she turned her head to face you “What’s with Reggie and you?” You looked at her figuring Betty already told her but you guessed not.

“Nothing” Veronica leaned over the table and teased

“Come on now Y/N, you don’t just break up with someone like Reggie for no reason. So what is it? Did you start a new high school affair? You lost your breath at Veronica’s last few words. It was hitting to close to home for you. Pushing your tray forward, you quickly got up grabbing your things. Not wanting to let anyone see your tears fell, you ran away to go hide somewhere in the school.

“I told you not to say anything Veronica” Betty shouted just enough so them at the table could heard it.

“I didn’t think much of it, what happened.”

“Reggie cheated on her V” Betty told her as she rolled her eyes, leaving to go find you in the school. When you ran out you didn’t see Reggie watching you. He knew you were gone to cry about what he assumed to be him. He knew you better than anyone, one little look at you he could tell that you were broken. He was the one that caused it and now he wanted to be the one to fix it.


“Hey can we talk?” You heard a voice said as you put your books away. You looked up and came face to face with the last person you wanted to see, Reggie.

“There’s nothing to talk about” You told him as you shut your locker. You looked down the hallway looking for Betty, so you could leave. You didn’t think you could look at Reggie yet, it hasn’t been that long. Plus you were sacred that if you did, you would fall into his arms since you miss him so much.

“Us. That’s what we need to do, not just ignore each other” Reggie said as he ran his fingers through his hair. He was frustrated with himself mostly, knowing that he wouldn’t be in this mess if it wasn’t for himself.

“There isn’t an us anymore Reggie, get over it because I have” You left Reggie standing there as you saw Betty so you could go home. You knew he knew you were lying after all no one knew you better than Reggie did.


“THEY NEED TO BE BETTER” Your mother shouted as you guys and your father stood in the living room.

“Mom their fine, one B isn’t going to hurt” You said. Your parent or more like your mom have been yelling at you over the past hour for the B that you got biology. It wasn’t hard to bring it back up and you knew that but your mother wouldn’t listen.

“DON’T TALK BACK TO ME YOUNG LADY” Your mother said as she made her way closer to you. “You live under my house and as long as you do there will be no talking back. B’s aren’t for this family, if you want to be something in life honey you have to get A’s. Your pretty face can only take you so far in life. Men aren’t going to stick around once it disappears for a women who get’s B’s.”

“Honey I thin-” Your dad try to cut in but your mother kept talking not wanting to hear his opinions. It was normal thing for your family, your dad was just to sacred too stand up to your mother.

“You heard me, you will be nothing in life if you keep acting like this. Leave, go on I can’t bare to look at you anymore. You’re a sorry excuse for a daughter.” When you heard your mother’s words you ran out of the house. Tears were flowing but it was nothing new to you lately that’s all you ever seem to be at. You needed somewhere to stay for the night but most importantly you needed someone to talk to you. You never really told your friends about how strict your mother was, only Reggie knew. At this point you didn’t care what had happened to just wanted to see him

Standing on his front porch you knocked, hoping that he was going to be the one to open it. You didn’t want his parents to see you looking like a mess. They would wonder what happened and would start asking questions.

“Y/N” Reggie said as he opened the door taking in your appearance. Your hair was out a place and you had been crying. He could tell from your bloodshot eyes and your wet cheeks. Not saying anything he opened his arms letting you fall into him. You cried into his chest as he carried you up to his room. He knew it was something with your mom, you wouldn’t just come to fix what he broke. He held you for what felt like hours, comforting you making sure you were alright. Not asking questions since he knew you would talk when ready. It take didn’t much longer for your tears to stop falling. You finally lifted your head up from Reggie chest and looks into his brown eyes.

“It’s my mom” Reggie nodded he knew it was but he let you keep talking “I was having trouble with biology and ended up getting a B. Mom wasn’t happy when she saw the mark and started to yell at me. Saying things like I’m just a pretty face and will never make it in life.” You rolled you eyes at your mom stupidly. “It’s one mark that she can’t see pass, she told me to leave so I did so we could both cool off.” Knowing that was the best option, you and your mother were too much alike to be together when mad.

“Not that I mine having you here or anything but why me? I thought you hated me” Reggie let out nervously, not knowing if he wanted your true answer. You smiled

“I could never hate you Reggie, I love you but it’s just so hard” You said leaning on his side. “Love is hard and I didn’t really know how to react. You kiss her and I..I know you didn’t mean it I was there, you were so drunk. I think when it happened I was lost, I felt so many emotions. I hated you for a moment but I couldn’t stay mad when I saw the regret and guilt in you eyes even as drunk as you were. I love you Reggie that’s not going to change, I just needed time to think and get through it all”

“I love you too, I’m sorry again for the pain I caused. It really broke my heart knowing I was the one who did that.”

“I know so ummm would you try again with me?” Reggie looked at you shocked not expecting that from you.

“Yeah I would love too I promise nothing is going to happen again”

“The only thing is we’re going to start from beginning I got to gain your trust back.”

“Yes anything babe” Reggie had a grin across his face, he’s never felt happier to have a second chance before in his life. You smiled once again at him before you leaned back onto his bed.

“Lay with me for awhile?”

“Of course love” So there you two stayed cuddle into each other’s arms. Both of you guys were happy to be back with one another. You both drifted off from the comfortable silence in the room. It was the first full night sleep you guys had since the break up. You guys were finally back where you belonged. And you couldn’t wait to stay there forever.

Jason’s telling the Bellarke story, and it’s romantic.

*I’ve never written meta or spec or anything like that before, I am a known shitposter, but I had a lot on my mind so just stay with me while I attempt this.

Ok guys, I know the finale has us all drowning in our tears and the looming hellatus has us quivering in our boots, but I am here to offer a bit of Blarke hope.

Jason is writing romantic Bellarke. It’s in the story, and after the finale and his recent interviews I am more confident than ever. He might hate us, and want to torture us, and stretch this slow burn out as long as humanly possible, but he’s telling the a story and Bellarke is at the center of it. 

Now to my “evidence” or whatever:

The Writing

Let’s take a look at our most iconic Bellarke episodes over the last couple of years and also look at who wrote those episodes, focusing on two writers in particular: the show runner, and the man he was ready to hand over the reigns to.

  • 2x16: the iconic “together” moment, and the entire good-bye scene (Jason)
  • 3x02: Bellamy losing his shit, going after Clarke, the cave scene, “WE CANT LOSE CLARKE” (Aaron and Wade)
  • 3x15: “I trust you”, “You’re not the only one trying to save someone you care about.” “START WITH BELLAMY BLAKE” (Aaron and Wade)
  • 4x01: oh boy, “Thanks for keeping me alive”, Bellamy losing his shit both times Echo threatens Clarke’s life, the very intentional cut to Bellamy’s face when Clarke talks about /exa, the return of “princess” (Jason)
  • 4x12: roadtrip flirting, worried Bellamy as Clarke takes off her helmet, the blarke of it all (Aaron and Wade)
  • 4x13: the hug, the face caress that haunts my dreams, the entire head and the heart discussion, “I’ve got you for that”, “I left her behind”, Clarke radioing Bellamy every single day for 2199 days (Jason)
    • *yes I know other moments like the s2 reunion hug, the s3 beach hug, and the list episode were by other writers, but that’s not my focus

Are you seeing the pattern here? Either Jason or Aaron/Wade write the most important Bellarke scenes of each season. We have the biggest known Blarke writer on staff (imo) and the actual show runner responsible for these treasures. 

THEN, you add the fact that Jason was ready to let Aaron take over, if his other pilot got picked up. He trusted Aaron, a known Blarke stan, to continue the story he was telling. Isn’t that suspicious? 

But just think, our 2 biggest Bellarke episodes were written by Jason.

Planning

So we’re all aware that Jason says he knows where he wants the show to go for about 6 seasons - even if I still think 3a was a mess and not the original storyline for reasons. He has planned out how this show ends and he’s had that ending since he started. 

He wouldn’t be responsible for writing such iconic (romantic) Bellarke moments and interweaving that into the plot if it didn’t go anywhere. The man is trash and I wouldn’t trust him to buy my groceries, but he knows what he’s doing and he knows how to tell a story, even if he gets it twisted sometimes. He knows where to starts and how to end - which is why he writes the first and last episode of every season.

Their Story

“First of all, Bellamy and Clarke have always been at the center of this show. It has always been the story of — on some level — Clarke and her relationship to Bellamy. […]” -Jason Rothenberg

I think we’ve all learned to take Jason’s interviews with a grain of salt, but he knows what story he’s telling.

The show is about them. He is writing their story, and he has been from the beginning. Which is all especially evident when you look at the S1 script leaks that blessed us this year, and what was cut out, aka DAY TRIP. 

It’s been them from the start and it’s been romantic from day one. 

Anyway, This was my first shitty attempt at meta or spec or whatever and probably my last, but I think it’s just important to realize what’s going on despite how shitty Jroth is, he’s telling a certain story. 

But add on to this if you want. Thanks!

Dream Life

Characters: Y/N (reader), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, unnamed OC

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Mention of previous character death, it’s a bit angsty but not to bad, implied smut

Word Count: 1400ish

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble. I am sure I will learn how to eventually! But you guys told me which character, prompt and gif you wanted me to use. Gif is in the fic and prompt is highlighted. Character was Dean :D

Thanks a billion to the sweet, amazing @emilywritesaboutdean for betaing this for me on short notice.

Dean felt so hopeless as he watched her run for her room as soon as they got back to the Bunker. She hadn’t said a word the entire drive back, which wasn’t like her. Still Dean understood better than anyone what she was going through. Coming back to reality after being stuck in a Djinn’s dream world was brutal. Dean only wished she would talk to him or Sam at least. Sam didn’t push her though, he just ignored Dean’s looks and headed for his own room as soon as they got back, leaving Dean in the library with a bottle of whiskey.

Sitting in the dark of the library, Dean thought about all the things he should have said to her. All the ways he should have forced her to confide in him, but he knew he couldn’t. Y/N didn’t bottle things up like he did. She was a talker and her keeping quiet meant something bad was going on in her head. He felt her slipping aways from him fast and he had no idea what to do about it.

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shinee swaps bodies

a freaky-friday swap for you @jjonghugs, inspired by this video ! this is going to get confusing but i’m going to do it anyways, to signify the member in another member’s body; ex: onew speaking in minho’s body -> minho(onew)

onew -> minho: 

  • woke up, got up like …… “hm weird, i’m higher off the ground than usual” 
  • shrugs until he drags himself to the bathroom and looks in the mirror 
  • “aHH minho !!!” 
  • “?????? i’m minho?”
  • dibidibidi??
  • suddenly feels the need to do pushups (”WHY AM I DOING THIS”) 
  • looking at everyone ~charismatically~ (onew(taemin): fuq off / minho(onew): YOU CAN’T SAY THAT STUFF IN MY BODY) 
  • they’re honestly so lucky that they don’t have any schedules today 

jonghyun -> key: 

  • wearing hot pants
  • doing the kim wiggle   
  • and singing “i wear short shorts you wear t-shirts and i’m cheer captain and you’re on the bleachers~~~”
  • comme des and garcons are so confused bc they know something is not…. right but ???? (key(jong): come to appa babies~ come to appaaaaa~ / taemin(key): *picks them up* don’t talk to me or my sons ever again)
  • stroking his right eyebrow (taemin(key): omfg you psycho give me my body back) 

key -> taemin: 

  • lying on the floor 
  • “despair has entered my life” 
  • goes “hey taemin” (onew(taemin): wot) and slaps himself hard in the face (taemin: oMG / key: totally worth it) 
  • maybe if they hug really hard they’ll just switch and jjong could deal with being taemin???? (key(jong): kibum you’re going to break your own spine) 
  • also it’s super weird to hug yourself
  • after he calmed down he’s practicing makeup on his(jong’s) face and is pretty pleased with himself but when he tries to take a picture jong keeps making ugly faces 

minho -> jonghyun: 

  • rubbing his legs bc like dude isn’t it weird not having hair on your legs i feel like a damn dolphin (key(jong): waxing makes me more aerodynamic) 
  • can’t…..reach anything 
  • carrying a stepping stool everywhere (key(jong): WILL YOU CUT THAT OUT) 
  • trying to make jong’s michael jackson noises 
  • how does he do that 
  • stretching bc even at 28 maybe he could grow more 
  • you can thank him later hyung 

taemin -> onew:

  • HAHA
  • LOOK AT ME
  • I’M THE CAPTAIN NOW 
  • attempts to pop and lock 
  • everything hurts (onew: pls don’t break my body) 
  • he keeps cursing and onew’s like pls………. my face is kind-looking and soft, don’t ruin my image 
  • also probably not realizing that minho(onew) could fight him but then again he would just be fighting his own body 
  • technically he could fight key in taemin’s body but then key would get mad 
  • poor onew he just can’t win
  • taemin: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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Summary: You and your boyfriend break up and you use Bucky to release your pent up frustrations. 

Warnings: Smut (including masturbation and penetration)

Word Count: Almost 3000

A/N: Let me know if you want to be tagged in any Bucky smuts in the future

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Simple Man (Part 4)

Originally posted by heytheredeann

Summary: The truth comes to light when reader has to call Dean for help…

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Pairing: cop!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,700ish

Warnings: language, brief violence

A/N: This was a fun and quick series that I hope you enjoyed as much as I did!…


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Jaal x FemRyder

I don’t have a title for this, and probably not going to write any more on it (though I may use the idea for one of my other Ryders; this is totally something my Nell would do). This was written for @elenielwen‘s prompt, requesting a fic where Sara jumps in front of Akksul’s bullet rather than killing him or letting Jaal get shot. Just a very quick one-off, I’d probably rate it PG, just because of the shooting.

Under a cut because it’s a little long (1000-ish words):

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Imagine Chris admitting he’s still in-love with you.

A/N: Lol, what’s a hiatus? This is based on Ed Sheeran’s ‘Happier’ in his new album ‘Divide’. First of all, I’m in-love with that album. If you haven’t heard it, go listen to it right now. Actually, listen to the song while you’re reading this. I promise that it’ll trigger all the feels in the world. I know I usually write happy stuff, but this song is too good not to write to so- here’s a little bit of angst for y'all. (Relax, it ends sweet.) Grab some tissues. X

“Why are you doing this to yourself, man?”

“I just have to see her, Scott,” Chris mumbled into the phone; his brother sighed on the other end. “This month has been terrible and-” he cut himself off with a shake of his head. “I just have to see her,” he repeated. “She’s the one person I want to see right now.”

“And she’s the one person that doesn’t want to see you right now, Chris,” he painfully reminded Chris; this time is was Chris’ turn to sigh. “You broke her heart, the least you can do is let her move on in peace. Don’t go to that bar, turn around and go home. You’re not going to feel better seeing her happy with someone else, just go home.”

There was a short moment of silence where Chris stopped and thought about what Scott was telling him. He knew himself and he knew was going to the bar anyway, but he thought about it. “Do you think I’m ever going to happy again?” He heard himself ask; he was doubtful without you in his life, but he could use a lie.

“Yes,” Scott answered. “Now go home, Chris.”

Chris hung up and continued down 29th and Park, ignoring both Scott’s advice and the better part of him. He made his way towards Carlson’s Bar where he knew you’d be supporting your best friend’s band, just like any other typical Friday night. His heart ached when he remembered that just a month ago, he was the one you took with you to Spencer’s show and now it was Nick; a co-worker that’d wasted no time to claim the opportunity of a lifetime that Chris so carelessly tossed aside. It was his fault, Chris knew that. He’d done quite a bit to hurt you in the three years you were together, he had thought he’d a lifetime to make it up to you; he didn’t. As much as you loved him, you couldn’t spend your entire life waiting on him to commit.

Chris turned the corner and stopped dead in his tracks; his blue eyes well with tears when he saw you in another’s arms. He was expecting it, but nothing could have braced his heart for what he laid eyes on. You were smiling, brighter than he’d seen in a while. Nick tightened his grip on you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear to make you laugh because there was no sound better than your laughter. Chris remembered when he used to do that, he used to be able to make you happy. He didn’t know when or why he stopped, he just knew it was the biggest mistake of his life. If he could go back, he would change everything so you’d be with him looking as happy- if not, happier than you were right now with Nick.

“Stop,” you laughed, squirming away from Nick’s clean shaven nuzzles. You tried not to let your smile falter when your heart reminded you of how Chris’ beard felt against your skin when he playfully nuzzled you. “Let’s go inside, it’s freezing out here.”

“Okay,” Nick smiled and pulled away from you to take your gloved hand.

You smiled as Nick held the door open for you. He was perfect, but it didn’t stop your mind from thinking of your Friday nights with Chris. It was never that simple with him, he always found a way to postpone joining the crowd because he preferred one on one time with you. He’d purposely walk slower or pretended he left something in his car so you’d have to turn back, only to find out that what he left was a kiss. As you walked inside, you found yourself remembering the way Chris would counter your “let’s go inside, it’s freezing out here” with a tighter hug that would “keep you warm, sweetheart.”

The more you thought about Chris, the worst you felt about being with Nick. It’d only been a month since you broke things off with him, how could be with someone else already? You spent three years with the man, the least you could’ve done was wait a little longer before you started to move on. Though it wasn’t likely that you were ever going to move on with anyone; Chris had ruined you for other men. If he had just shut up and committed, instead of making excuses and stalling- you’d be with him right now. You liked Nick, but your feelings for him were never going to compare with what you felt- still felt, despite how broken he left you- for Chris. He was the one for you, just as you were for him; the sad thing was he didn’t realize it until you walked out the door.

“I’m going to go grab a drink,” Nick told you and you nodded. “Do you want anything?” You shook your head; the last thing you needed was alcohol in your system. “Okay, I’ll be right back.” He gently squeezed your arm then disappeared into the crowd.

You scanned the room for familiar faces; it was the same group every Friday night. Spencer’s and yours mutual friends, as well as his other group of friends and his co-workers. It was always a good night, but it wasn’t until the first Friday night without Chris that you realized it was only always a good night because of him. You felt your vision blur as your heart wrenched in your chest; you really needed to get out of there.

The cold outside felt more inviting than the warm, slightly easing the emotional grief you’d been carrying on your shoulders since you broke up with Chris. The past month had been incredibly difficult for the both of you. The experience was about the same, neither of you liked living by yourself after living with each other for the past two years. It felt like a punch to your gut when you’d wake up without him by your side; the apartment you were now living in felt like it was constantly trying to suffocate you with isolation and loneliness. Every day, you’d wake up wondering if leaving him was the right thing to do. A month had passed and you still didn’t know if you were happier now, or happier with him.

“Y/N,” you heard Chris’ voice and you flinched. You shook your head, not wanting to turn around because there was no- “Y/N,” his hand wrapped around your wrist and he turned you around; you swallowed the urge to start crying.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, yanking your wrist out of his grip. You knew you’d break if he continued to touch you, you’d just melt right back into his arms despite everything he’d put you through. “We said clean break,” you reminded him.

“No.” He shook his head, his pretty blues glistened under the flickering street lights. “You said clean break, I told you I didn’t want to break up.” You turned away from him, taking slow, deep breaths; he didn’t need to see you cry.

“You didn’t want to commit either,” you bit as you turned back to him. “We were together for three years, Chris. We lived together for two. But still, whenever you were asked- you couldn’t admit you were in a relationship. You went out and partied like a bachelor, traveling the world like you had no one waiting on you at home.”

“Y/N, it was part-”

“It’s part of your job,” you cut him off. “Yeah, I know. That was always the excuse, wasn’t it?” Tears rolled down your cheeks and you quickly wiped them away. “I didn’t know being an actor meant you couldn’t be a boyfriend- that you couldn’t be a husband. But I do now, so- thank you, I’ll know better next time than to fall in-love with an actor.”

“I was just trying to protect you-”

“From what?” You scoffed. “From the media, from your fans? Newsflash, Chris- I knew what I was getting into when Captain freakin’ America asked me out. I didn’t need protection, I needed you to be proud to be in a relationship. I stood by you through everything; your work schedule, the distance, the tabloids and the rumors because- I loved and trusted you. But I guess all that wasn’t enough to be able to be Chris Evans’ girlfriend. You say you were protecting me, but you were just protecting yourself from commitment.”

“I know,” he nodded, agreeing with you for the first time. “I was stupid,” he said, taking your hands in his. “I wasn’t ready to settle down. I thought if I kept it from the media then- it wouldn’t be real and if we ever broke up- I wouldn’t have to deal with it. I thought if I could just get through my Marvel contract then- I don’t know, Y/N! I don’t know what I was thinking, I just-” He started to cry, making you cry. “I made a mistake, I was an idiot who didn’t know any better. But I do now, I am so in-love with you and I can’t- I can’t do this without you.”

“Am I meant to just forgive you?” You didn’t pull your hands away because you’d missed his touch. “You broke my heart, Chris,” you told him and he nodded in acknowledgment. “Do you know how much it sucked hearing people talk about how I was in a relationship with a man who couldn’t even admit he was taken? Do you know how much it hurt to see you with a fan who thinks it’s okay to get touchy because you’re apparently single? Do you realize how many of my friends’ weddings we’ve attended in our three years together? I can’t keep waiting for you to commit, Chris. I don’t want to,” you shook your head.

“I know, I’m sorry- I’m so sorry, Y/N. I just- I know how much I’ve hurt you, but I also know that no one is going to love you as much as I do. I made a mistake, that’s all- and I’m going to spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Just-” he pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face into the crook of your neck. “Please,” he begged, crying. “Please let me.”

“I’m with Nick,” you cried softly, fighting the urge to just hug him back. It broke your heart to see him like this, and God- you just wanted to kiss his sorrows away. “I’m with someone else, Chris.” You repeated and he started crying harder, clutching onto you like you were his oxygen. “I can’t-” you gently pushed Chris away, “it’s not fair on him.”

“I know,” he whispered, wiping his tears away with the back of his hand. “And it’s not fair on you either, you deserve better than me.” You tried not to cry at that. “Are you happier with him?” He asked and cupped your face in his hands, gently brushing your tears away.

“Yes,” you lied with a nod.

“Okay,” he managed a smile. “Just know that- If he breaks your heart, I’m going to be waiting right here for you.” You nodded, crying softly as Chris pressed a kiss against your forehead. “I’ll see you, Y/N.” He said as he reluctantly pulled his hands away.

You closed your eyes as he walked off into the night because you knew you’d run after him if you watched him leave. You’d rather be with Chris, everyone- including Nick, who had watched the whole thing go down from the inside- knew that. So why didn’t you go with him? Why were you so stubborn? Why didn’t Chris stay and fight for you? Nick didn’t get it, none of your friends watching did. Then, it was as though a jolt of lightning went off in both yours and Chris’ brains. You opened your eyes and started towards his direction, just as he turned around and ran back towards you. You met halfway and shared an embrace that ended in a kiss so passionate and deep that on lookers blushed.

“I’m happier with you,” you whispered when Chris broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours.

“And I’m only happy with you,” he responded then kissed you again, smiling. “Come with me to the premiere of Gifted,” he told you. “We’ll walk the carpet together, we’ll announce our engagement.” You felt your eyes narrow at that, but you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face; it was finally happening. “Just let me show you off to the world, let me tell everyone I’m taken.”

“But we’re not engaged,” you chuckled softly.

“Not yet,” he smiled. “The ring’s at home so I can’t-”

“Yes,” you nodded and his smile widened. “Yes, I’ll marry you.” You told him and he hugged you tightly, breathing you in. The engagement was long overdue, he wished he’d done it earlier so he didn’t cause you as much grief as he did but- he was happy things ended the way it did.

“I’m never letting you go again.”

“Me neither,” you agreed, smiling.

Just keep your eyes on me

The second he saw Magnus fall his whole world stop, his heart leaped into his throat with his chest suddenly going tight.

He couldn’t breath. He couldn’t think, his hand slipped from his sword as he distinctly heard Jace shout his name.

A blade swept passed his face, inches away from taking his life. But what was a life without Magnus?

He was suddenly pushed to the side, Jace blocking another on coming blow and fighting back against the enemy.

“Go!” Jace shouted, snapping Alec out from his thoughts. “‘Now!” Jace said before swinging at the attacker, blade cutting against the man’s chest.

Alec quickly ducked, grabbing his blade before running over to where Magnus still laid lifeless on the floor.

His heart pounded against his chest when he saw one of the enemies men leaning over Magnus, bloody blade in hand that was inches away from Magnus.

Alec withdrew his bow and cocked an arrow, his heart may be racing and thoughts swirling but his aim was true and the man fell to the ground, arrow in the chest.

“Magnus,” Alec breathed before he lowered his bow and ran over.

He skidded to his knees, hands hovering over Magnus as his eyes darted across Magnus’s face.

“Magnus,” he said, his voice cracking and tears forming in his eyes. He placed his index and middle finger against Magnus’ neck, hoping for a pulse, begging for a heartbeat.

Relief flooded over him the second he felt a pulse, it was weak but it was there. Magnus was alive, he was breathing.

“Magnus?” Alec asked, a hand going to cup his check.

The man’s eyes opened up seconds later, forced on Alec’s voice and touch. Cat eyes stared up at him and that was all he needed for everything to in the world to settle.

Alec moved to press against Magnus’ wound on his stomach to stop the bleeding, taking a steadying breath to stay focused.

“I-I love you,” Magnus breathed, hand going to touch Alec’s arm. The man looked down at his boyfriend, chest suddenly tight again. Even in the situation they were in, Magnus still somehow managed to smile up at Alec.

“Just… just keep your eyes on me,” Alec said.

“Always,” Magnus replied with a faint smirk as Izzy came running over, taking over from Alec and shouting for Jace to get the car.

“You’re going to be alright,” Alec then said and Magnus just hummed in agreement. “I’ve got you,” he told Magnus who gave a weak nod.

“I know.”

How Could You? // Zach Dempsey.

Hey guys! I have so many imagines coming your guys way you just don’t understand. Also, i’m finally writing an imagine on my computer so this will come out in way better quality AND I can write faster yay! I hope you guys enjoy this one it was requested by @chloesalva! Happy reading.

Pairing: Zach x Reader

Request: Can you do one where Zach cheats on the reader and the reader finds out about the tapes? Thanks :)

Warnings: Cheating and swearing, if you’re looking for something with a happy ending this is NOT it.

A/N : YALL FOREAL NEED TO LISTEN TO ECHOES OF SILENCE BY THE WEEKEND WHILE LISTENING TO THIS SONG OMG I JUST NCDSONVFJS 


Saturday night..

Readers POV~

“Hey Jess have you seen Zach?” I questioned. Zach convinced me to come to this dumb party. I’m not a party person at all, if anything i’m the exact opposite. Something about warm bodies all around me and red solo cups everywhere just aggravates me. Unfortunately, Zach’s convincing game is strong. So here I am, surrounded by drunk teens and searching for Zach. But that didn’t stop me from having a couple drinks.

“I haven’t seen him since when you guys walked in…want some?” Jessica slurred offering me a swig from her lipstick stained cup. I took four big gulps and returned the cup before I walked away. 

I needed some place away from all the sweaty figures, so I made my way to the bathroom for a breather. I opened the door to and saw two people. A girl on the sink and a guy standing between her legs, showering her neck in lustful kisses.I was about to close the door but the boy looked familiar to me. 

“Z..Zach?” I slurred, the liquor from before finally kicking in. He pulled away from the girls neck and snapped his head in my direction. His eyes were full of regret and sorrow.

I pushed past all the sweaty bodies in the house and made my way outside. My eyes were starting to form tears as I made my way down the sidewalk to my house which wasn’t too far from Jess’s place. It didn’t really help that Zach was my ride and I was anything but sober.

I heard quick heavy footsteps trailing behind me and I started to walk faster. I knew exactly who was following me. The boy that made all my troubles go away. The boy that made me forget all my problems. The boy I gave my heart to, and he destroyed it in return. 

“Y/N please stop I can explain!” He grabbed at my wrist.

Don’t fucking touch me!” I yanked away from his grip. He was shocked. He had never seen me angry like this and he didn’t know what to do.

“How could you..?” I questioned with a look of disgust on my face. He was about to talk but I cut him off.

“I’m an idiot for thinking that somebody like you could be in love with a girl like me.” Nothing I was saying was making sense, but that didn’t stop me from coming clean about everything. I told him about how I thought I was never good enough for him and how I would never be. I told him I never loved even though it was a lie. Soon my voice got louder to the point where people were pulled me away from him. 

Sherri  pulled me into her car and she took me home. The whole car ride was filled with awkward silence and a sniffle from me every now and then.

We finally got to my house and I put my hand on the car door handle but Sherri placed her hand on top mine.

“Y/N hold on just one second okay, sweetheart.” She spoke softly as she reached into the backseat and grabbed a shoe box.

She handed me the shoe box and rubbed the back of my hand with her thumb.

“Don’t open it now, open it when you get inside and don’t ask questions. Just listen.”

I nodded and thanked her then went inside my house.

I flipped the lid of the shoe box and looked at the cassette tapes inside. “Why would Sherri give me this?” I thought to myself.

I grabbed my moms old tape player and put in the first tape.

“Hey it’s Hannah. Hannah Baker.”


Monday morning..

Zach texted me about a million times this whole weekend. I didn’t bother to open any of the messages. Between him and the tapes I didn’t know how to feel anymore. My perspective changed on everybody and I even questioned myself. How could I be one of the reasons why Hannah killed herself? How could Zach be one of the reasons she killed herself?

I went to my locker to get my English book when I felt a large figure next to me.

“I don’t think you understand how sorry I am about everything, you’re the one person that made me feel better in life after everything that’s happened, and it kills me inside knowing that I messed up what we had. It kills me knowing that you don’t love me anymore.” Zach stated. I looked up at him and he looked horrible. There were dark circles under his eyes and his hair was all messy and untamed. His lips were dry and his face was pale. He really let go of himself.

“When I said I never loved you.. I lied. And ever since Saturday I’ve constantly told myself to forget about you just like you forgot about me that night. And then I heard your tape. And I really realized how pathetic you are. And I keep trying to convince myself to remove you from my life. But no matter what I do, I can’t stop myself from loving you. And that’s the part that kills me.” I shut my locker and walked away, leaving Zach standing there defeated and sobbing.


A/N: I’m not even gonna lie I cried while writing this. I really liked writing this. It was a challenge for me because i’m not used to writing things without a happy ending. But anyways I hope you guys enjoyed this! My requests are currently closed i’m really sorry but I have a lot of imagines to write and I don’t want to keep people waiting. I have a couple more imagines coming out this weekend so I hope this makes up for the little dry period I had. I love you guys! Thanks so much for reading. :)  ps. (the gif isn’t mine)

CP bachelor AU: part 4

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“If I tell Jokaste she’s going home, on camera, you can’t stop me.”

There’s nobody else in the production tent. Laurent has finally released the rest of the crew to craft services, where they’re probably cramming down pasta and cold sausage rolls, after eleven hours straight of shooting. The suitors are in their rooms, grabbing the nine hours of sleep that their contracts allow them. Damen is meant to be in his room, the one with the white quilted bedspread.

Damen is not in his room.

Laurent looks over his shoulder at Damen for a while, wondering if he misheard. The words were stubborn enough. But Laurent has been around this industry for long enough to recognise the opening volley in a bargaining match when he hears one.

“That’s true,” he says. He doesn’t move. Damen weaves between tables and shoved-back folding chairs, and comes to look down at Laurent where Laurent is sitting in front of the editing screens. The screens are empty, a blank and famished grey-black, showing only a dull reflection of Laurent’s hair.

“But you’ll find some way to make my life miserable,” Damen says. “And–not just me, either.”

“So there are some brains in there, alongside all the protein shakes,” Laurent says.

“You saw what Jokaste did this morning.”

Laurent shifts his chair so that he’s facing Damen directly. He rests his arms on the thin metal arms of the chair, crosses one leg over the other, and leans back. “And?”

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Whiskey and Rose Perfume

Originally posted by aomgwithkids

Genre: Angst, fluff

Rating: PG

Characters: JayxYou

You were getting ready to go watch Jay perform at a club here in Hongdae. It had been awhile since he’d performed locally and you were as giddy as a young child. You hadn’t seen him perform in so long that you’d almost forgotten how he sounded live, so you were in no way going to pass up this rare opportunity. Jay always figured you didn’t want to see him live while he was in town because you had never brought it up in conversation with him, but the truth is, you wanted to surprise him. It was a secret that you were going so you didn’t tell anyone that could possibly be able to tell Jay. You liked surprising him and he absolutely loved when you surprised him. It seemed to make him happy, so why not?

You put on something simple: just a plain black tee and a pair of faded blue jeans with a messy bun to go along and a pair of old gray boots. He thought you looked your most beautiful when you didn’t dress up anyway, and truth be told, you didn’t want a bunch of drunk, horny guys hitting on you and trying to get laid while you were there to see your boyfriend.

You hurriedly got ready putting on a light pink eye shadow, one layer of black mascara, and a soft lip balm. Considering you had a little time to kill before you had to leave, you contemplated posting a photo on twitter or Instagram but decided against it not wanting to risk getting caught trying to surprise him.

You slipped out the door of your’s and Jay’s apartment while trying to put your boots on, making sure the door clicked so you knew it was securely locked.

You were already shaking with nerves as you pulled up to the club, smiling broadly and shaking your head in your hands trying to hopefully calm the violently fluttering butterflies within your stomach. You gave your cash to the cab driver and stepped out of the car.

Walking into the club, you handed your ticket to the bouncer outside and stepped inside the already crowded room. Of course the first thing you did was make your way over to the bar to order a drink because you knew that your nerves would control you for the rest of the night if you didn’t. Jay had already started performing with some others from AOMG, which was intentional. You didn’t want him to see you before the show. You wanted to enjoy the show and not have him worry about you while he was working.

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anonymous asked:

Ever since New York and I can't stop thinking about Liza and Harry ❤️❤️❤️💔Can you write a little something for Liza and Harry ?

Eliza Sutherland can’t believe she’s in New York. She had no plans to leave her flat this weekend, let alone make the trek through Heathrow to the States. But here she is—out of breath and thirty minutes late—running across the street to Studio 8H. She’s practically arguing her way in when Jeff finally shows up and insists she’s the list. She’s annoyed for all of five seconds. She hears his voice float through the halls with grit and grace and her heart stops in a way she wishes it wouldn’t.

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