i think cris teared up a bit when he scored look at his face

Cherry Bomb (Taeyong x Reader)

Rating: M

(A/N) OOPS! I DID IT AGAIN!!!! I GAVE YOU A SMUT, I WROTE ANOTHER ONE…OH BABY, BABY! Anyway, here’s some yummy retro Taeyong smutty goodness. A little short and sweet, but definitely gets its point across if you know what mean :^)))))))))) Enjoy!

Originally posted by jonqins

It felt weird walking into an arcade, having not visited one since when you were younger. The welcoming sounds of heavily synthesized music, trigger clicks, and the smacking of big plastic buttons brought back a wave of nostalgia and made you smile as you peered over the shoulders of people playing. There were no kids in sight though, just people around your age who laughed and joked, drank, reminiscing in their childhood. You’d been coerced into going to a twenty one and older event at the local vintage arcade that had just opened down the street from your apartment. People were going bananas of the shiny restored arcade machines, vintage interior, and nostalgic music.

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Dear Evan Hansen, Jul. 13th 2017 (Act 1)

Dear Evan Hansen,

Today’s going to be a good day and here’s why:

Because Michael Lee Brown was on as Evan Hansen, and you get to review him! (and cry a lot more than you already have.)

This is Part 1 of my summary and review! A second part will come soon!

I’m dedicating this whole thing to @neglectedrainbow because they seem to love Michael Lee Brown as much as I do. (I also love their writing and their account)

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anonymous asked:

Can you please write a fic of Oliver kicking some butt to defend Felicity's honor?

“It’s okay, Felicity.”

Oliver heard William’s voice as he stepped into the apartment. He closed the door behind him, narrowing his eyes at his girlfriend where she sat on the couch. He took in his sons words of comfort as he noticed her tears, and he was moving.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he said, crossing the room quickly and kneeling in front of her. “Felicity, what is it? Are you okay?” He looked to her face first, checking her for blood or bruises or anything that was causing her pain.

“I’m fine,” she squeaked, her voice thick with tears.

He glanced down at her hands, noticing the papers she was gripping. He frowned, putting one hand on her face and used the other to take the papers out of her hand. He wondered if she and Curtis had received some bad news on their business endeavors. But he saw his son’s name at the top of the page and a big red “60” scribbled over it.

Oliver looked up at her, tears still spilling as William rubbed her shoulder. His son shook his head at him, but Oliver was at a loss for words. He cleared his throat, “Felicity…William did his best…and that’s okay.” He got out the words more like a question, confused as to why she was crying over a seventh grader’s test score, even if they had worked so hard studying. It wasn’t worth tears, definitely not hers.

“Oliver.” William said, shooting him a look of caution and shaking his head again.

Felicity’s eyes lifted to look at him, full of tears that Oliver couldn’t understand. “Okay?” She asked, narrowing her eyes. “William did do his best. We went over everything that his stupid teacher put on this test! Look at this!” She pulled the paper from his hand and waved it in front of him, “That prick took ten points off of this question because William used parentheses instead of a multiplication symbol! Ten points! Fifteen points off because he misspelled ‘integers’! It’s a math test! His grading is absolutely ridiculous and unfair!”

Oliver frowned as he turned through the pages of the test, noticing that William hadn’t gotten full credit for even one question, despite the fact that all of the final answers were right. He just wasn’t sure why Felicity was this upset about it.

“You’re right,” he said, looking up at her, “I’ll stop by the school and talk to the teacher tomorrow.”

Felicity rolled her eyes at him, huffing.

He laughed once, lifting his hands in surrender, “Okay, I’ll talk to the principal? Would that be better?”

“I tried that! I went in and spoke to Mr. Colby when I picked William up from school. It got us nowhere…and he’s a prick!” She cried, new tears springing to her eyes.

Oliver looked to William for help, who only sighed and patted Felicity’s shoulder. “William,” Oliver said, “what do you think, buddy?”

William shrugged, “I think I’m going to go to school tomorrow and punch Mr. Colby. Right in the nose.”

Oliver grumbled, “I said that about eighth graders, not your teachers.”

“He made Felicity cry!”

“Felicity,” Oliver sighed, putting his hands on her knees. “We’ll get it sorted out. I’m sure you can’t be the only one to complain about Mr. Colby’s grading. We’ll work it out.”

“Yeah,” she sniffled, “Okay.”

Oliver smiled, rubbing his thumb along her cheek and wiping away her tears. He stood up, ruffling William’s hair before leaning down to kiss his girlfriend’s forehead. “All right, what do we want for dinner?” He asked, turning his attention to the kitchen and heading for the fridge.

“Am I pretentious know it all?”

Oliver’s brow furrowed and he turned back around to look at Felicity. “What?” He asked.

She sighed, throwing her hands up. “That’s not a no!”

He cocked his head to the side, “Of course you’re not, Felicity. Why are you asking me that?”

William stood up from the couch. “That’s what Mr. Colby called her. He said that just because she owned Palmer Tech doesn’t mean she’s better than everyone else, so she should stop acting like it. Then he said that she didn’t even deserve the company, and that women should stop trying to do a man’s job. He also said that conceited, arrogant blondes like her needed to learn to get over themselves. And…some other things that I don’t want to repeat.”

Oliver looked at Felicity. Her bottom lip was trembling as William recapped his teacher’s derogatory assessment of her. 

He let out a deep, annoyed breath, heading back to Felicity. He bent over and pressed his lips to her hair, “Felicity Smoak,” he murmured, “You are caring and selfless and wonderful. You’re beautiful…inside and out.” He looked down at her, “Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

She sniffled again, nodding and wiping at her eyes. “He was just so mean.”

Oliver bit his lip, fighting with his own anger. He knew that exploding would only upset her even more. “I’ll be back in half an hour. I love you.” He said, kissing her lips quickly.

He headed for the door, glad that he hadn’t had a chance to take off his coat or shoes yet. William followed behind, “Are you gonna get Mr. Colby fired?” He asked, excitement in his voice.

“Tomorrow. Tonight I’m going to kick his ass.”

“Yes!” William shouted, lifting his fist in the air, “Go for the nose!” He called as Oliver closed the door.

anonymous asked:

Can you do the phantom thieves react to accidentally hurting (like a shadow brainwashed them) their S/O and they ended up getting a scar because of this? thanks i really love your blog, you're amazing

Woo boy, get ready for some angst kiddos. LMAO Thank you so much for gracing my blog with your compliments!!

Note: I didn’t add Futaba because I couldn’t think of anything. ;_; But once I do, I’ll add her!

WARNING: blood and graphic violence ahead. Please read at your own discretion.


  • S/O could discern by the maniac gleam in his eyes that the Joker they were so familiar with was no more.
  • A Shadow had brainwashed the leader of the Thieves, rendering him incapable of conscious thought or action; he was now a mere puppet dancing to the tune of the Shadow.
  • Joker flashed S/O a malicious leer as he slowly approached them with a menacing aura. 
  • “I’m going to rip you apart, starting with that pretty face of yours,” Joker threatened, licking his lips as he procured his dagger.
  • S/O felt their pulse quicken, and their eyes flitted to the brandished dagger that Joker flipped with ease.
  • They should have known it was only a distraction.
  • “Keep your eyes on me, love!” he chuckled as he slashed at S/O, and the sharp blade of the dagger sliced through S/O’s cheek.
  • They cried out from the searing pain and their hand whipped up to their face only to feel the warm, crimson liquid oozing from their wound.
  • Joker launched a kick to their stomach, knocking the air out of S/O as they hit the ground with a thud.
  • He was on top of them in an instant, straddling them and subsequently dragging his tongue up his blade, staining the muscle with S/O’s blood.
  • Joker clicked his tongue with disappointment as he brought the blade to their jugular. “What a waste. I was hoping I’d get to play with you a bit more.”
  • Fortunately, one of the Thieves cast Energy Drop on Joker, and the amusement in his onyx eyes dissipated into despair from the realization of what he had done.
  • “No… I didn’t mean to. I… I’m so sorry.” His eyes grew slightly moist, and he clenched his jaw as he fumbled around in his pockets for medical supplies. “Here, take this.” 
  • Joker handed them a Life Stone and promptly stood up. “I’ll be back, love.” His voice darkened. “I have a score to settle.”
  • After the battle, Joker rushed to S/O’s side and cleaned up their wound. The gash was deep, thus scarring was inevitable. 
  • The fact that he was the reason they obtained a scar made his stomach churn, and all the apologies in the world couldn’t take it back. Even if S/O forgave him, he struggled to do it himself. 
  • Akira would never abandon them because of a scar, and he made sure to include it whenever he showered S/O with kisses. 
  • Akira’s method of atonement was doubling his affection, mostly due to the fact that he was grateful that S/O still wanted him, although there were some days when the guilt was too much to bear, especially when they had to conceal it for their daily life.


  • The chilling chuckle that slipped past Skull’s lips caused S/O’s blood to run cold.
  • Their eyes surveyed the brainwashed boy, attempting to ascertain his next move.
  • He threateningly tapped his baseball bat on the palm of his gloved hand, his face adorned with a wicked grin.
  • “Kiss your sorry ass good-bye, baby,” Skull taunted, closing the distance between himself and S/O. “I’m not gonna go easy on ya.”
  • He swung the bat at them, and they just barely evaded it.
  • “Damn it, get a grip!” S/O growled, despite the fear that threatened to paralyze them.
  • The two briefly continued their scuffle until Skull inevitably overpowered S/O; he was far stronger when it came to physical strength
  • “Gotcha!” The bat collided with S/O’s abdomen, and the metal nails that were embedded on top dragged across S/O’s flesh, provoking a pained cry from them as the steel ripped their skin open.
  • They crashed to floor and winced upon impact; tears waterfalled over their eyes as they clutched their injured stomach. It was a miracle they were still alive.
  • Skull’s figure stood over them, his chocolate eyes glinting with satisfaction as he raised his bat once more. The tone in his voice was mocking as he proclaimed, “This is prolly gonna hurt.”
  • S/O sealed their eyelids shut and braced themself for impact, but it never occurred.
  • When they reopened their eyes, the bat was an inch within their face, and the look on Skull’s face was one of horror.
  • “No way… did I do this? Oh god…” He dropped to his knees next to them and quelled the urge to vomit from the amount of hatred that boiled within him; S/O was the priority right now.
  • Skull muttered panicked apologies as he frantically searched his garb for bandages. Once he found them, he seated S/O up and wound the gauze around them.
  • Their grunt of pain caused another slur of apologies to resound from Skull.
  • He couldn’t look S/O in the eye post battle; he was too preoccupied with silently cursing himself for being a monster that dilapidated everything he touched and loved.
  • Ryuji had considered breaking up with them to prevent himself from injuring them ever again; however, once he confessed this to Akira, the bespectacled boy scolded him and coaxed him to take responsibilty if he felt so guilty.
  • His words were harsh yet correct, thus Ryuji heeded his advice and confronted S/O, his voice quivering as he stammered out condolences.
  • He always embraced them around their waist, and if S/O ever felt insecure about wearing a crop top or a swimsuit that displayed their scar, he would tenderly encourage them to do so, stating that they would look wonderful regardless of what they decide to wear.
  • S/O attempted to disguise their self-consciousness on his behalf, but he was all too aware and it ate at him every time the thought invaded his mind.


  • The particular foe the Thieves were dueling had an affinity for casting ailments.
  • S/O had become a victim of paralysis, rendering them easy prey for the newly brainwashed Panther.
  • “I wonder how long you’ll last,” she giggled cattily. “Don’t let me down, okay?”
  • A swift yet powerful kick sent an immobilized S/O toppling to the floor.
  • The crack of a whip echoed throughout the chamber, and S/O’s eyes widened with terror; they understood clearly what fate was awaiting them.
  • Panther cackled; she likely felt the suspense wafting in the air. “Aw, don’t look so stiff. Maybe you should loosen up.”
  • The harsh leather of the whip combined with the blade that was fastened to the end immediately broke the skin on S/O’s back, and they emitted a blood-curdling scream as Panther relentlessly shredded the flesh on their back. 
  • “Yes! Squeal louder,” she commanded, digging her heel through the open wounds on S/O’s back.
  • Their consciousness was slipping away, and Panther ceased her torture right when they were about to close their eyes. 
  • “Oh my god,” she sobbed weakly. “S/O, god, I’m so sorry that I… y-you’re gonna be fine, you’re gonna be okay. I’ll heal you, okay?”
  • S/O’s pain numbed temporarily, and they hadn’t even noticed that they were liberated from the invisible chains of paralysis until Panther uplifted them to wrap bandages around their torso.
  • She hastily kissed their cheek and rejoined the fray, dishing out thrice as much damage to the Shadow than before.
  • Panther was uncharacteristically quiet on the journey back to reality. No words could properly compensate for her unforgivable deed. 
  • Ann mustered the widest smile on her face in S/O’s presence, but when she was isolated in her room, she would curl up in bed and weep, the image of S/O’s tattered and bloodied back flashing behind her wet eyes.


  • Fox was entirely to agile and precise regarding combat; it was almost unfair, and S/O would have felt pity for his enemies had they not been deemed one themself at that moment.
  • Their normally composed boyfriend had been wiped from existence, only to be replaced by the malevolent individual gradually unsheathing his katana.
  • “I can hardly restrain myself with the desire to paint this chamber with your blood.” He chuckled sadistically as he trailed his tongue along the blade of the katana. “I’m certain the sight would be even more beautiful accompanied by your delicious screams.”
  • Fox suddenly became a blur as he dashed forward at S/O, and they barely managed to shield themself with their arms.
  • The edge of the blade redundantly and mercilessly nicked their arms until Fox’s sword pierced straight through one of their hands.
  • A guttural wail followed, and Fox vindictively smirked, relinquishing the blade as slowly as possible for the purpose of S/O feeling every millimeter of it scraping the surrounding flesh. 
  • Liquid leaked from S/O’s eyes, and the sound of their pain reverberated off the walls of the corridor. 
  • By the time Fox was healed of his ailment, his katana was still buried in S/O’s hand, and took tremendous effort to subdue the compulsion to flinch back.
  • “Oh god… what have I done?” 
  • Fox immediately attempted to relinquish the sword, and every yelp that bubbled out of S/O sent a shard of torment through his heart.
  • Once the blade was removed, Fox procured bandages and proceeded to patch up the injury.
  • “Please forgive me, god, please forgive me…” he chanted while clasping S/O’s hand and wiping away their tears.
  • Subsequent to that day, Yusuke would never fail to kiss S/O’s scarred hand every time they spent time together.
  • “You are as radiant as ever, my dear,” he complimented, provoking a blush to creep upon S/O’s cheeks.
  • However, despite their feeble attempts at hiding it, Yusuke noticed that S/O grasped their hand and winced if they engaged in arduous activity that required its use; even writing for an extended period of time resulted in electrifying pain coursing through their nerves.
  • Yusuke’s heart shattered every time he witnessed, yet he never averted his eyes; he vowed that he would never repeat that mistake again.


  • Being on the receiving end of Queen’s hostility was frightening indeed; her formidable ruby glare was sufficient enough to detain any opponent that dared to cross her.
  • S/O retreated a few paces and their alertness skyrocketed; Queen was not only commendable as far as sheer power, but she was nimble and quite sturdy as well.
  • “Queen, don’t do this,” S/O pleaded. “Come on, talk to me.”
  • The cracking of her knuckles nearly made S/O jump out of their skin. “I don’t believe words are needed for what I’m going to do to you.”
  • “Snap out of it! I’m on your side.”
  • Queen’s only response was a deadly chuckle. She charged at S/O, every swing of her fists concise and powerful.
  • The training that S/O received from her paid off; they dodged her vicious onslaught of attacks with ease.
  • Queen suddenly halted mid-swing, and a confused expression blanketed her face. “…S/O? What’s going on?”
  • S/O sighed with relief; the fight was taking its toll on them, and their muscles quivered with exhaustion. “Queen, thank goodness.”
  • They approached coffee-haired girl, and their heart palpitated when Queen flashed them a vehement grin.
  • S/O wasn’t quick enough to defend themself Queen’s hook, and the wallop rammed against their temple. They saw stars as they impacted the cold, hard surface of the ground.
  • S/O could have perished from such a keen strike; luckily, the Metaverse bent the laws of reality and allotted numerous exceptions; however, death could not be nullified, and fatal damage was certainly existent.
  • Queen crouched down and prepared to launch a fist directly into S/O’s nose, a blow that would surely be lethal.
  • “How stupid of y… huh?” Queen blinked a few times as her mind returned to its stabilized condition.
  • “Queen…” S/O flimsily uttered. The headache that ensued was splitting, and the vicinity was spinning around them.
  • “Did I do this to you?” she gasped, delicately brushing her fingers across the open wound adjacent to S/O’s eyebrow. The gesture elicited a whimper from them, and Queen timidly jerked her hand back. “I-I’m so sorry! I’ll heal you immediately.”
  • Self-deprecating thoughts permeated Queen’s mind, most of them pertaining to how useless and stupid she considered herself.
  • Upon returning to reality, Makoto buried herself in work when she wasn’t with S/O to redress her incompetence. 
  • The jagged scar on S/O’s face served as a reminder of that.


  • Noir retained the ability to recover from ailments speedily; unfortunately, that moment arrived too late for S/O, and they reaped the consequences.
  • Her psychotic leer widened as she turned her gaze upon S/O.
  • Her ax glistened under the dim light of Mementos; S/O could faintly see their petrified reflection peering back at them.
  • “Don’t look so grim, my dear. I’ll try to be gentle when I chop you to bits,” Noir snickered morbidly.
  • The clacking of her onyx heels against the pavement provoked S/O to tremble. “This isn’t like you. You’re a part of our team, remember?”
  • The strawberry-blonde musketeer ignored them and gradually strutted within their proximity.
  • A single encounter with that sharpened ax would ultimately lead to S/O’s demise, thus they remained vigilant of any trace of action.
  • What Noir lacked in fleet-footedness was compensated for raw force, and she was merciless when she executed her foes.
  • The thief incessantly swished her weapon at S/O, and they could feel the wind from it as it barely grazed them.
  • They underestimated its reach and they were hastily overwhelmed, resulting in their literal downfall.
  • S/O desperately strived to crawl away from the impending attack; however, Noir’s ax shimmered as she elevated it.
  • “Be a dear and hold this for me.” The metallic edge of the weapon split the meaty part of S/O’s thigh, and a gargled shriek was exuded from their throat.
  • However, Noir’s cocoa eyes glazed over and she regained consciousness once more right upon impacting their thigh. A sole gloved hand whipped up to her mouth at the gruesome spectacle, simultaneously gasping with tears in her eyes. “S/O… I’m…”
  • She shook her head and forced an expression of determination, alas, her quivering voice revealed her uneasiness. “I-I’m going to help you, okay? Here, bite down on this. I’ll… try to be quick.”
  • Noir folded and placed her cravat in S/O’s mouth while she spoke. Now wasn’t the time for panic, not when S/O was suffering.
  • She counted down to one and unfettered the ax from their thigh, and their jaw clamped down on the fabric encased in their mouth muffled their bellow.
  • “I-I’m sorry,” Noir stammered, “but I need to stitch you up.”
  • Milady provided a numbing spell, and Noir procured a petite sewing kit since she usually carried it with her to occupy herself in the Mona car.
  • S/O’s consciousness was subsiding from the aching in their leg, and Noir stuttered out condolences or words of mediation.
  • Once the stitching was finished, Noir assisted S/O while returning to the car, and she was speechless during the ride back home. 
  • Surprisingly, Haru’s determined spirit wasn’t tarnished, and she was infinitely more adamant to bear the responsibilty of S/O’s injury; therefore, she utilized her abundance of resources and ensured their recovery.
  • She wasn’t immune to shame, though, and she apologized whenever she glanced upon the scar left from her recurring lack of control.
So I went to Kinokuniya and bought...

They didn’t have Book 1 and Book 5 hasn’t been released yet, but eh. No biggie.

The first image I opened up to was this one for Book 2 so…

You know, this ought to be good.

The author of Smash IS NOT Horikoshi, so none of this stuff is necessarily canon. The author’s name is Hirofumi Neda, and I’m fairly sure he was an assistant to Horikoshi at some point. So he may be combining an insider’s view with his own personal interpretation (read: headcanon) on things. We see some new, possibly OOC sides of the characters in Smash. I described some of them under the read more!

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jealousy / reddie

“hi I really like pink bubblegum, you’re great can you do one where Eddie is jealous of Richie because he is going on a date and then he confess his feelings”

a/n: thank u so much, babe! i highkey cried tears of joy when i saw how successful pink bubblegum was. i rlly like this request, and i hope that it’s what you’re looking for!

summary: in which richie scores himself a date, and eddie can’t help but feel undeniably jealous.

pairing: richie tozier x eddie kaspbrak

warnings: slight angst, kissing, swearing, fluffff

requested: yes

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Without A Trace Part 3

Originally posted by nevermindtheb0ll0cks

A/N: This is going up later than I wanted it to because of technical issues with my Wifi, but here is part three. The is much fluffier toward the end than the last two parts, and there is one possibly two more parts of this story to come. Hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: Discussion of slightly gruesome injury (nothing too descriptive, mention of rape) 

Rating: T

Word Count: 3k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Sirens blazing, the team drove like bats out hell toward the two locations. Hotch was practically white-knuckling the steering wheel as he drove much faster than the posted speed limit.

“Hotch, are we doing a quiet entry or guns blazing?” Prentis asked.

“Soft entry,” he replied. “If we come in too strong, we don’t know what he’s gonna do. He could kill her off and run.” Coming up to the property, the three agents dove out of the car, SWAT team following close behind, and ran toward the entry. “His car is here. Prentis, get Rossi on the phone and turn them around,” Aaron muttered, as SWAT opened the door with a crowbar. Hotch and Morgan were the first inside, moving as quietly as they could through the house to clear it. “Morgan. Basement door,” Aaron whispered, nodding his head toward the door behind him. A muffled scream rang through the house, as Morgan tried to open the door only to discover it was locked. “We don’t have time for this,” Hotch grumbled and kicked the door in. They both rushed down the stairs, Prentis following close behind.


You heard something smash upstairs. You cried, silently praying for a miracle, and bit down on the rag in your mouth as he dug the scalpel into your skin, running it down your back for the seventh time. You were in so much pain, you were almost ready to give up. You felt so weak and tired. “Daniel Owens, FBI drop the knife,” Hotch growled. Owens seemed to pay absolutely no attention, as Hotch, Morgan, and Prentis came into the room.

“I don’t know why you’re so upset with me,” he muttered absentmindedly, still holding the scalpel right next to your throat. “I was just teaching your lovely agent here some manners and breaking her in.”

“You need to drop that weapon now, or you’re not walking out of here alive,” Prentis snarled.

“Is that a fact?”

“Look man, we do not want to shoot you,” Derek snapped.

“Now see, I don’t really think that’s true,” he sneered, moving the scalpel downward and thrust it forward. Aaron fired off two rounds, both striking Owens in the chest, but not before he’d managed to bury the scalpel in your side. You cried out in pain and Owens crumpled down on top of you. Hotch quickly holstered his weapon and immediately started undoing your restraints, starting with the gag.

“Get him off me,” you sobbed as Morgan hauled the dead man off of you and onto the cold ground.

“I need a medic down her now,” Prentis said as she knelt down to inspect the wound. “I need something to put pressure on this with,” she muttered fanatically looking around for a clean rag or towel.

“Here,” Morgan grunted, tearing off his bullet proof vest, yanking his t-shirt, and handing it to her. “Use that,” he told her and quickly went to work on freeing your feet. As soon as Hotch had managed to free your wrists, you threw your arms around Aaron and sobbed into his stomach.

“Sh, sh, (Y/N), it’s alright,” he said trying to comfort you and smoothed a hand over your hair. You shifted around and started trying to dislodge Prentis’ hands to pull the scalpel out of your side.

“No, no, mama, you gotta sit still and leave it there,” Derek told you as he finally freed your legs. Two paramedics rushed in and started checking you over. You squeezed Hotch tighter as the started touching your back and side.

“It’s ok, I’ve got you,” he whispered. One of the paramedics had Prentis move her hands so he could look at the stab wound.

“She’s bleeding out. C’mon we’ve got to get her to the hospital and into surgery ASAP,” he muttered as they set up the stretcher. “Ma’am I need you to keep pressure on that,” he told Prentis who immediately put her hands back on your side.

“What’s wrong?” Hotch demanded, facing paling slightly.

“The tip of the scalpel has nicked an internal organ which is causing her to bleed out and most likely there is some internal bleeding as well. I need you to help us get her on the stretcher and then keep her awake,” the paramedic explained. Hotch unwound your arms from his middle despite your cries of protest and gripped your shoulders. Morgan grabbed your legs and the paramedics slid under your stomach. The four of them lifted you swiftly onto the stretcher. You immediately grabbed onto Hotch’s hand again, still quietly sobbing. Morgan grabbed one end with the paramedic, and the other paramedic took over keeping the pressure on the wound from Emily. Hotch jogged beside the stretcher was they quickly made their way up the stairs.

“Hey, hey, (Y/N), look at me. C’mon keep your eyes open,” Aaron pleaded with you as your eyes started fluttering shut.

“I’m trying, but I’m so tired,” you cried quietly. The rest of the team was standing outside as they carried you out to the ambulance. You felt the world spinning around you as you faded in and out. They loaded you into the ambulance and you pried your eyes back open. “Please don’t leave me,” you pleaded with Hotch, through teary eyes. Aaron looked at the paramedics who nodded in approval.

“I won’t leave you if you won’t leave me,” he promised and climbed in the ambulance beside you, re-clasping your hand in his.

“We’ll meet you at the hospital,” Rossi shouted as they closed the doors and sped off toward the hospital. The paramedics worked quickly, disinfecting the wounds on your back and trying to slow the bleeding from your side. The stinging of the alcohol against your open wounds was actually helping keep you awake, and you squeezed Hotch’s hand tighter.

“Aaron,” you muttered.

“What do you need?” he asked automatically.

“Talk to me.”

“About what?”

“Anything,” you pleaded, squeezing his hand again as a large burst of pain rushed through you.

“Uh, well,” he mumbled, “Remember when the whole team had a picnic out in the park during one of the mandatory team building exercises that the Bureau makes us participate in? even though if we’re being honest there is no team more in tune to each others’ needs than ours.”

“Yeah, and you brought Jack,” you said, trying to smile despite the pain.

“Yup, and we all had sandwiches and cookies. Then we decided to play soccer. It was you, Morgan, Reid, and Penelope versus Rossi, Jack, Prentis, JJ, and me. Which was hardly fair because you had two of the least athletic member of the team.”

“But we also had Derek, which made up for it,” you replied, starting to feel drowsy again.

“True, and we were playing with a five-year-old.”

“A very talented five-year-old,” you mumbled eyes falling shut.

“Hey, eyes open c’mon visualize with me,” Hotch begged, “Remember, you and Morgan were pretty much carrying your whole team, but the two of you let Jack score a few times anyways? He had so much fun that day.”

“You looked like you were having fun too. It’s nice to see you smile. We all should do that again sometime,” you muttered before your head fell down against the pillow.

“No, no, no, c’mon wake back up,” Hotch pleaded, shaking your shoulder slightly as you pulled up to the ambulance dock. A team of medics rushed out and took you away behind the doors that said: “Medical Personnel Only” leaving Aaron standing in front of the doors face almost sheet white. The team arrived a few minutes later and found Hotch in the surgery waiting area.

“What’s going on?” Rossi asked, sitting down beside him.

“I don’t know. They said that the scalpel had nicked some internal organ and that there might be internal bleeding. She passed out in the ambulance and they took her back about seven minutes ago,” he muttered in reply and put his face back in his hands.

“I’m going to go see if I can find one of the nurses and get some information,” JJ said, wandering off because she couldn’t just sit there. Reid and Prentis wandered off in search of a vending machine knowing that it was going to be a long couple of hours. And indeed they were. Hotch alternated between pacing and sitting in the chair moping, while Morgan leaned against the wall and talked to Garcia, who wanted updates practically every second. Emily and JJ gave some half-hearted attempts at girl talk, but it felt so wrong without you being there to join in they ultimately fell into a tense silence holding hands. Reid and Rossi played chess, though neither seemed to have their hearts in it as they periodically looked over their shoulders to see if any doctors had come through the doors since the last time they had looked. About five hours later, a physician finally came through the doors into the waiting area.

“For, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” he asked. The whole team stood up and gathered round. “My name is Doctor David Smith, I’ll be monitoring and looking after her for the rest of (Y/N)’s stay here.”

“How is she?” Hotch inquired.

“Very lucky to be alive,” the doctor replied. “She had three fractured ribs, a dislocated shoulder, a series of burns varying in type, seven long slashed down her back, and of course the stab wound to the left side of her abdomen. The scalpel punctured her kidney which is what caused the internal bleeding that we thought was there but that turned out to be very minor. She’s banged up and lost a lot of blood, but she’s going to be alright.”

“Can we see her?” Reid asked.

“(Y/N)’s just been moved to a regular room from recovery. She should wake up soon. I’ll have one of the nurses show you the way to her room,” he said and walked over to the nurse’s station to pick up more charts. The team sighed in relief once it was confided you would physically recover. Hotch walked over to the doctor.

“One final question,” he muttered, trying to keep his voice low so the team wouldn’t hear. “The man who did this to her was known to sexually assault his victims as well and-”

“And you want to know if I found evidence of that,” the doctor finished for him. Aaron nodded. The doctor glanced over Hotch’s shoulder at the team who were staring at them intently, before nodding. Aaron grimaced and thanked the doctor for taking care of you before walking back over to the team. 

“What was that about?” Emily asked hesitantly.

“Just asked whether or not she was going to need to be released to someone’s care when she gets out of here,” Aaron replied trying to keep his face stoic and not give anything away.

“Miss (Y/L/N)’s room is down this way if you’ll follow me,” one of the nurses said and the team proceeded to follow her down the long hallway. Rossi hung back slightly to talk to Hotch who was lagging behind the group.

“So what did you actually ask?” he inquired quietly. Aaron pressed his lips together and flicked his eyes over to the team. “Aaron, they already know you weren’t telling them the truth. They just don’t know why.”

“When the doctor listed off the injuries (Y/N) sustained, you should’ve noticed that there was something from Owen’s ritual that was missing. I just confirmed its presence because the doctor neglected to include it,” Hotch muttered in reply. Rossi sighed and shook his head sadly.

“She’s been through a lot and needs her rest, so don’t rile her up too much. She should be waking up any minute,” the nurse explained showing them to your room. The team filed into the room quietly and took in your sleeping form. The bandages wrapped around your torso and chest were peaking out from under your hospital gown, a variety of different sized bandages covered the cuts and scrapes on your arms, and you had a nasty cut on your cheek. Aaron sat down in the chair beside your bed and took your hand in is, smoothing his thumb over the back. The team watched him closely but chose not to say anything, just wordlessly took their spots around the room. You started to open your eyes about five minutes later. You cracked your eyes open slightly and immediately shut them again. All you saw was bright white light and you were so sore. You cautiously opened your eyes and looked around. Relief rushed through you when you saw the team and realized you were in a hospital.

“Well, well, well sleeping beauty welcome back to the land of the awake,” Derek chuckled placing a hand on your shin. You rolled your eyes at him.

“How are you feeling? Do you need something?” Aaron asked leaning toward you slightly. You raise your hand to your throat and mouthed “water”. JJ quickly grabbed your glass off of of your table and placed the straw at your lips. You sucked down have of the glass before you took the glass from her and set it back down.

“Thank you,” you mumbled graciously.

“Glad to have you back (Y/N),” Emily said sitting on the edge of your hospital bed by your legs.

“Glad to be back,” you replied, smiling at her. “What happened?”

“How much do you remember?” Hotch asked.

“Um, I remember the three of you coming in and someone shooting him after he stabbed me in the side, but the rest is kinda hazy. I know that I ended up in an ambulance and you were there but that’s it” you said, looking over at him. “Oh, I also remember that Morgan whipped off his shirt so Prentis would have something to hold against my bloody side and then walked around the rest of the time half naked, so sorry for ruining your shirt,” you giggled.

“It’s ok mama, they have those in stores and they are easily replaced. Plus you know I look good so all the ladies got a treat,” he joked, waggling his eyebrows at you.

“Well, I’ll buy you a new shirt when we get home,” you laughed, wincing slightly as your laughing aggravated your side. “So, what did they have to do to fix me up?”

“You lost a lot of blood. The scalpel punctured you kidney so you had to have emergency surgery,” Reid told you.

“Well, that makes sense,” you said and swatted Morgan and Reid’s hands away from your Jello. “Did they say when I could fly so we could go home?”

“The doctor didn’t-”

“Knock knock,” Dr. Smith said as he walked into the room. “Well, Miss (Y/L/N) it’s nice to meet you and good that you’re awake.”

“Nice to meet you too, and it’s good to be conscious again. I find that’s when I do most of my best work,” you chirped. Everyone chuckled at your comment, grateful that your sense of humor hadn’t been affected. Hotch rolled his eyes at you, squeezed your hand.

“Well, I’m sure that’s true. You’re very lucky to be alive, (Y/N) I’m sure you know that.”

“Yeah. When can I go home? I just really want to get back to Quantico and forget this ever happened,” you sighed leaning back to rest your head against your pillow.

“Well, considering you did just have emergency surgery I’m going to have to keep you at least overnight. If you’re doing well enough in the morning, we can maybe talk about letting you go; however, due to the nature of your injuries, I’m going to have to release you into someone’s care for the next two and a half weeks until your stitches dissolve and wounds close up,” he explained.

“Great,” you muttered closing your eyes. You had absolutely no one to take care of you once you got home. You parents lived in Maine, and both of your siblings lived out of state one in Louisiana and the other in Oklahoma.

“Now, I know you all want to stay but visiting hours are coming to a close and we only allow one overnight visitor that isn’t blood-related, so I’m going to have to ask you all to wrap this up. (Y/N) needs her rest,” Dr. Smith said and walked out.

“Be free my friends,” you giggled, as JJ leaned forward to hug you.

“So glad you’re ok,” she whispered.

“Me too,” you replied smiling.

“Call if you need anything, Mia Bella. The hotel is only five minutes away and we’d drop anything for you,” Rossi told you and kissed your forehead. You laughed at his silly nickname for you, especially since it meant “my beautiful” and you felt everything but beautiful at this point in time. The rest of the team said their goodbyes and walked outside. Morgan made you promise to call Penelope in the morning. You pressed your head against your pillow and closed your eyes, but the door opening again drew your attention.

“Aaron? What are you doing? I thought the team left,” you said, slowly sitting up.

“I sent Rossi to go get my go bag, I was planning on staying the night here if you don’t mind,” he explained dropping down in the chair beside you again.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“And if I want to?”

“If you’re sure, then that’s fine with me. Not sure how much company I’ll be since I’m already feeling pretty drowsy,” you said, smiling shyly at him.

“That’s fine. You need your rest,” he replied, closing his hand around yours again. You glanced down at your hands and blushed slightly. “(Y/N), I want to apologize for what happened earlier.”

“Aaron, there’s no need for that. You were just doing your job and trying to keep me safe. Clearly, I should’ve listened to you,” you muttered squeezing his hand.

“No, I should’ve gone about it differently. Sometimes I let my feelings cloud my judgment when I’m making important decisions.”

“Feelings?” you asked, eyes flicking up to his. Hotch went rigid and was trying to figure out how to backtrack, furious with himself for letting that last part slip. You didn’t need to be talking about that right now.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.”

“No, don’t do that,” you protested. “We get so close to talking about the fact that both of us have been dancing around each other since I joined the team and I need to spill my guts about really being into you or else I’m going to go insane and take the rest of the team with me because they all know, well everyone but you apparently. Now I’m rambling and I can’t stop myself so I’ll-” you were cut off mid rant when Aaron pressed his lips against yours. You practically melted, feeling the warm fuzzy all over, kissed him back. Hotch pulled back slowly, studying your face to gage your reaction. “Wow,” you sighed happily, leaning back against your pillow and closed your eyes. “If this a dream and I’ve fallen asleep on my desk back at Quantico, no one pinch me because I never want to wake up,” you mumbled. Hotch laughed at you and smoothed a hand over your hair.

“It’s not a dream I promise, just a good end to a horrible day,” he replied and kissed your forehead. “Get some sleep. We’ll talk about everything later.”  

“Promise?” you asked cracking one eye open.

“Promise,” he chuckled, pressing his lips against the back of your hand as you slowly drifted off to sleep. Hotch smiled and laid his head down on his arms which were resting on the hospital bed still holding your hand.  

17.06.17 ARASHI WakuWaku Gakkou Repo - ARASHI

[Words on the setting from my side]
- physical education
- friends
- teaching
- activity
- kid
- joy
- gymnasium
- team
- happy
- sportive (?)

[Birthday surprise]
Before opening the setting monitor showed words asking us not to say おめでとう until instruction and then we shall sing Happy Birthday together. This was a surprise to Nino.

[Nino sensei’s teaching about unko]
- Nino-san’s jacket was green and his tie with green patterns.
- Nino asked if everyone had unko today. Aiba-san answered five times. Nino said it’d be problem then.
- In western world, high heels were made in order not to touch unko in street. Hat with brim was made because people in the past threw unko out of window (in time when there was no toilet?)
- Perfume was made to remove odour of unko.
- In Japan unko was seen as thing can be re-used and was used as fertilizers.
- The setting was to teach how food turns to unko. Sakurai-san was to demonstrate his typical day. He ate delicious meat. He was super cute when demonstrating going to toilet.
- ARASHI members dined together last night.
- Sho-san did “ho!” deep breath, the one they learned in himitsu. Aiba said it was reminiscing. Sakurai kept doing this.
- Sho-san did a lot `marius` gag e.g. itadakimarius when he started eating.
- After the demonstration Nino said Sho-chan arigatou.
- Unko’s shape can tell our health status. Banana shape is healthy, hard is lack of exercise, too soft is eating cold things or drinking too much beer, juice etc.

[Sakurai sensei’s teaching about manliness and femaleness]
- Sakurai-san’s jacket was pink and tie with grey and white pattern.
- He partnered with Sato Shori. They were double Sho combi and double S combi (both names were SS).
- The corner was to wrestle with Hamaguchi Kyoko. Sho-san asked Fuma to do it and Fuma said he wanted to do unko, and Sho-san said `no more now!` (giggle)
- Masaki-san was still sweating up till the second teaching. It seemed that the dome was bit hot.
- In VTR, Sho-san entered VS ARASHI’s green room to get members’ blood (by a nurse). When getting Masaki-san’s blood, Sho-san said `It`s red, right?` When getting MatsuJun’s blood, Sho-san said `Is it thick (same word in Japanese to describe MatsuJun’s face), and MatsuJun laughed ‘Not thick!’ When getting Nino’s blood, Sho-san asked him if he was happy and Nino said he was happy. When getting Leader’s blood, Leader shouted ‘Painful!’ The nurse failed to get the blood vessels several times, at last she managed to do it, Sho-san said 'Great~ So he is human~’ When getting Sho-san’s blood, he was the only who didn’t look at the needle. And he said 'Not painful~’ with a pitiful look.
- Sho-san said while people may have a sterotype on manliness and femaleness, in nature different species have different interpretation. For example for King Penguin, man is to feed the baby penguin while the female is to hunt for food.
- For human being, female may unconscious have consideration factors on choosing partners i.e. good voice. This may be related to immunity (sorry I didn’t take note on this part so I am not sure)
- The blood of members were sent to immunity test. Nino got almost full score, meaning he has good immunity. MatsuJun and Nino have two areas which were the same, there is only 0.01% for two persons to be the same in two areas, they were like miracle brothers. Leader and Sho-san got one area the same. Masaki-san had three out of four areas different from other members (the remaining area, all members were the same). So Masaki-san was different from them. Sho-san (?) said that so that Masaki-san can get along with anyone.

[Aiba sensei’s teaching about sports]
- Masaki-san’s jacket was navy blue with brown tie. He took the jacket off during his session.
- The word sports has association with the word deportare which means joyful and play.
- Masaki-san asked if animals play sports or not. Sho-san answered no, because animals do not comprehend rule. <– Very Sho-san-like way of thinking, I think.<br> - Then Masaki-san said lions play and the lost one will go away, there is some sort of rule in it.
- Masaki-san introduced interesting sports in the world, in Finland there is a game called `Transporting wife`, husbands carry their wives and run through barriers. The winner will get beer in equivalent kg of his wife.
- They had match on this game. Nino acted wife for ARASHI team. Sho-san tried various ways to carry Nino but failed, at last he carried Nino on back. Leader carried Nino with ohimesamadakko, the venue (including me) couldn’t be more excited. MatsuJun carried Nino like carrying mannequin in Shukudai kun. Masaki-san tried to carry Nino from behind but failed and they both fell. Masaki-san tried several ways to carry Nino but failed and they fell several times. At last Masaki-san succeeded and he was in full sweat. MatsuJun commented that the game was interesting out of imagaination.
- Masaki-san said that one can train `brain working nerve` (運脳神経) to help on do better sports. Examples of exercise to train such brain working nerve include walking while sitting on floor and using the butts to move forward.

[Matsumoto sensei’s teaching about nervousness]
- Matsumoto-san’s tie was green.
- He taught us way not to lose to nervousness.
- His corner ask one audience to talk to member. When staff searched the audience which took some time, Sho-san asked what if doing one time of `transporting wife`.
- MatsuJun listed out symptoms of nervousness, Masaki-san added `want to go to toilet`.
- MatsuJun’s corner was to let the members to experience nervousness. He asked Nino to player recorder (flute). Nino said he was not nervous, he entered Johnny’s because of playing it (during audition). But his pulse was recorded rising.
- Nino didn’t play very well and he fell into foams like MMDA.
- Masaki-san said 'Ninomi~’ when Nino fell.
- MatsuJun then said he also practiced recorder and wanted to play a song. He talked to Nino 'Kazu! Listen to it!’ But his playing was out of tone and Nino laughed so hard and said 'Jun-san! Jun-san!’
- MatsuJun wanted again but still out of tone and he laughed hard.
- At last the song came out to be birthday song. We sang it to Nino. The birthday cake was strawberry cake with 34 candle. 3 is pink and 4 is yellow.
- Nino said he’ll start doing sports coming to age 34.
- Right nervousness can make us perform better.
- Athlets learn to control nervousness by setting up routine, like some actions you decided to do before a game and when you do it you can concentrate.
- MatsuJun taught us 'WakuWaku routine’ there were four steps: 1. jump twice to straight your body 2. breathe slowly 3. look straight 4. straight your hand, circle two times, and fingers down. Just like 'ARASHI, ARASHI, for dream’.

[Ohno sensei’s teaching about tears]
- Leader talked about an episode of him and his teacher in primary four. There were regrettbale tears and happy tears.
- Leader said he cried when watching the finale of Hanzawa Naoki, but during testing he didn’t.
- During test it was found that when one cries, the stress level will go down. Crying helps one alleviate stress and relax mind. It is a good way to change mood.
- Leader said animals don’t cry.
- 5 x 10 in 5 x 10 con was broadcast because many fans mentioned it during voting. The venue was full of appraise when Sho-san appeared. After the video Sho-san joked that he was really slim that time.
- Leader said he didn’t expect a full version will be broadcast.
- Masaki said it is a good group (as depicted in the video).
- MatsuJun said that in the VTR Aiba-san tried hard throughout the song to hold his tears while at last he smiled. It was good. Love you! (To Masaki-san). And Masaki-san answered Thank you.
- Leader said that crying is actually a resonance with others’ feeling.

* Sorry I have not crossed checked with other repo. I took handwriting note. Please feel free to let me know if I have repo anything wrong. Thanks.

Add: During closing Sho san did two times disco star byebye. And Masaki san did one disco star walk. And when they entered the door, since the camera was filming Nino, Masaki san who needed to cross in front of them bowed to walk in order not to bother the filming.


For: Anon

Imagine: Coming in first ranking, and tricking your boyfriend/trainer, Four, into thinking that you’ve been cut.

The moment you jumped from the roof and into the Dauntless compound, you were instantly infatuated by Four. He was your trainer, and a month into training, you and Four finally confessed your liking towards each other. Your relationship advanced quite a bit since then. Four gave you private training sessions, which lead you to come in third place for the training portion.

When it came to fear training, you did extremely well considering the fact that you only had five fears, only one more than your boyfriend, whom you know knew as Tobias, but of course, you were only allowed to call him that when the two of you were alone.

Today was the day that you would find out your final result. You meet Four on the roof right after fear landscapes, “Hey Toby!”

“Hey beautiful, how was the landscape?” He asks, he wasn’t able to stay back and watch how your landscape went.

“It was horrific, but I think it turned out pretty decent,” You answer.

He chuckles and pulls you into his arms, “I’m so proud of how far you’ve come Y/N.”

“What if I don’t make it Tobias? What if I get cut?”

“Not possible, you can’t get cut Y/N, you’ll do fine!” He reassures you.

“Ya but I said my landscape was decent, not great,” You say worried.

“You’re going to make it Y/N, now quite worrying.”

“I really hope so Toby, I would never want to leave you,” You lean up and kiss him.

“You’re not leaving, I won’t let you,” He says before kissing you again.

“We should go, they’ll be posting the ranks soon,” You finally say.

“I feel really bad, but I have to go to my shift in the control room,” You pout, “I’m sorry Y/N, but I’ll meet you back here at 10:30 tonight.”

“Fine,” You say, he kisses your forehead one last time before you leave.

You stare up at the rank board in awe:

1. Y/N

2. Max

3. Ruby

First?! What I got first?! Everyone congratulates you and Max comes to talk to you about an open leadership position, and you instantly accept.

You get on the roof at exactly 10:29 pm, and you decide that it would be a wonderful time to prank your lovely boyfriend; you stare off into the distance, trying not to blink until your eyes fill with tears. You were actually pretty good at fake crying, you begin to feel your face heat up and the tears finally start streaming down your face.

You here the door behind you open and you don’t look back, you continue staring off into the night sky. You finally hear Tobias’ voice, “Y/N? Baby are you alright?”

You sniffle, and he’s instantly by your side, he forces you to face him, “Shit Y/N, what happened? Why are you crying Y/N?!”

“I-I’ve been cut,” You say looking down, “I have to leave by tomorrow morning.”

“What?! What the fuck are you talking about?! How is that even possible Y/N?!” He cries shaking your shoulders.

“Well that’s what the score board said! There’s nothing I can do now Tobias!” You yell back, “I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t yell at you, I really don’t want to leave you Toby, but I have to, I failed Toby.”

He falls to the ground and holds his head in his hands, “I-I can’t lose you Y/N, you’re all I have.”

You start feeling bad about your little prank; you decide to tell him the truth, “Tobias I-”

“No Y/N, it’s not your fault, I’ve made up my mind, if you leave, I’m leaving with you!” The thought that Tobias loved you so much made your heart melt.

“Shit, Toby I’m so sorry,” You laugh, “I can’t do this anymore. You are so perfect!”

“W-what? Why are you laughing?”

“I’m joking Tobias! I didn’t get cut,” His face is stuck by confusion, “I actually got first ranking, and I was offered a leadership position!”

“So that was supposed to be a joke?! That was not funny Y/N!” He sighs in exhaustion.

“I’m sorry Toby, I thought I would just get revenge for you not being here during my landscape and not being there for ranks,” He rolls his eyes.

“You know you’re a-”

“A bitch?” You laugh, “Yeah, I know.”

“Fuck you,” He says jokingly before pulling you up against himself, “I’m so proud of you Y/N.”

“Thank you Toby,” He kisses you passionately, and you’ve never been happier.

A/N: If any of you picked up on it, the names were the courtesy of my younger sister. LMAO!

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Alex Nylander - Forever Loved

request: Could you do a Alex Nylander one where Willy and his friends find out about you two by mistake
authors note: i really hope this is okay! this got a bit deeper than i had intended but actually quite happy with it. thank you so much for requesting it. and please do take a second to send me some feedback if you feel like it? always helps to motivate me and i greatly appreciate it. but other than that.. i hope you enjoy reading! (+gif credit @thenylanderbros​ )
mentions: william nylander
word count: 4728 

The memory was not vivid. In fact, it was one of the most clear ones that you kept stacked. Along with it being one of your saddest memories, it held a special place within you- keeping itself as one of your favorites. April 2008. The atmosphere was like something you had never experienced before. By the decibel level inside the Verizon Center, an unknowing stranger ought to thought something was on fire. But no, it was only the Capitals facing of Philadelphia Flyers in the Stanley Cup Playoffs. The night the Capitals believed they would go on to meet Montreal in the semifinals. However, joy turned in to disappointment.

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sneakyclarke  asked:

44: things you said before you kissed me bellarke

AN: Wow this took me months to get to, and then minutes to finish. Sorry. But ily Jade.

I swear (everyday we’ll get better)


Clarke knows it’s not the same, but whenever she looks into his eyes, she sees the same things she always saw. There’s the world, she thinks, and the strain in his shoulders. There’s the fire and how it burns whenever he puts his mind into things.

The other day, she saw him skimming through the old photographs. It wasn’t much, not that they salvaged a lot in the fire. It was just the two albums, a small booklet of individual photos of him when he was a child, and one of the things he took when he was a teenager with a camera. There was his father in the booklet, who looked so much like him that Clarke could feel her heart break whenever she reminds herself that he doesn’t remember any of this.

He doesn’t remember his sister, doesn’t remember Raven and Monty and Jasper. He doesn’t remember his nephew. He doesn’t remember her.

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Therapy (Bucky x reader)

A/N; Sorry to those waiting for new updates of my series All We Do (Sherlock x reader) I felt after eight parts in a row it was kind of getting a bit samey, so I’m mixing it up a bit, but the next part will be up soon! x

Summary: With Bucky back on the team Wanda offers to try and fix him up, it seems to be going well until it isn’t.
Characters: Bucky Barnes x reader, winter soldier, Steve Rodgers, Wanda Maximoff
Words: 2,087

Bucky’s ‘therapy’ of sorts with Wanda had been going well from what she said. Although I did know that he would sneak off at times to see people about the pain, something to try and numb it or just to talk. I hated that he felt he couldn’t talk to me about it. That I would wake up in the middle of the night and find his side of the bed empty and the heat from his body long gone. Sometimes he could be found drinking vast amounts of strong black coffee in the kitchen, the smell following him and eventually becoming part of the sent that told me it was him. Black coffee. A slight metallic tang. Something sweet that I couldn’t  quite place. Vanilla perhaps.

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Part 17


“I know they aren’t your favorite. Those are tiger lilies, but red tulips signify true love and I wanted you to know that I’m in this for the long haul.”

Smiling, Y/N turned to place the tulips in a simple white vase, inhaling the heady scent. She didn’t remember ever getting tulips before, but something about the floral perfume transported her to another time and place. “Have you bought me tulips before?” She asked sweetly.

“Yea, I brought them to our second date because I knew by the end of the first that we were going to be together forever.” Spencer’s expression was hopeful but heavy, the wrinkles around his eyes betraying what they’d been through in less than five years of marriage. 

But it had been months since the trial. Even before the trial, she felt like she was on the mend. And now, even more so. Everything had been taken slowly, and she’d been calling the shots. “We went bowling on our second date, didn’t we?”

Spencer’s eyes lit up and he nodded. Every time Y/N remembered a bit of their history, it gave him more hope that she was coming back to him. As a scientist and a psych expert, he knew she’d never truly be the same, but he didn’t want her to be; he wanted her to grow from this, become stronger than she ever thought possible and do what made her happy in life. At this point, Spencer felt that that included him. “I was absolutely pitiful. Scored less than 100 each time.”

“I wasn’t much better though if I remember correctly,” she chuckled.

Spencer laughed and reached out his hand, praying she would be okay with his touch. Hesitantly, she entangled her hand in his, and after a deep breath, she smiled. “Ready to go?”

Neither one of them was really hungry just yet so instead, Spencer opted for driving around as Y/N allowed the breeze to waft through her hair. “Hey Spence?”

“Yea?” He loved it when she called him Spence – even more so than before. Before she was taken, it was a cute name, now it was yet another symbol of hope. “You okay?”

Stretching her hands the ceiling of the car, she spoke out the window. “Yea, I’m really good. Can you tell me what you pictured for us? Into the future? Before everything happened?”

As he turned the car around to head to the restaurant, he smiled. “Well, I figured we would have three kids. Two girls and a boy.  Ilaria was one of the girls, and you insisted that the boy be Spencer Jr.”

“That still stands.”

“After the three children, I would continue to work for the Bureau for a few years, but eventually, I would consult on the side and teach a couple of college classes. That way I could be home more with you and the kids. You would be working at the firm. Do you…do you remember what you used to do?”

“Architect…although I honestly couldn’t imagine doing that now. I think I might have to change my path when it comes to that.”

Spencer more than understood that. She loved what she did, but her work was exceedingly stressful. Deadlines were always around the corner. After everything she’d been through, she found herself more at home and feeling useful at the non-profit with which she was working.

“I also pictured us moving slightly out of town into a house. Not a big one, but one with enough room for the five of us. We’d have a porch too. You and I would sit out there all the time and I’d read to you, while you sipped on some ice tea.”

That was a perfect picture. “Anything else?” They’d pulled up to the restaurant. Spencer stepped out of the car and opened the door for her, holding out his hand for her to take if she wanted. When she did, it warmed his heart again. He was so thankful that she was on the mend. A few more setbacks were inevitable, but she wanted him and he wanted her.

“Yea, I imagined us sitting in those chairs until we were old and gray. When we were younger we’d sit further apart, just enjoying the cool air and maybe reading, but when we were older, we’d have to huddle up for warmth. I’d be wearing a super old man sweater-“

“Probably not much different than now,” she giggled, her dimples melting him from the inside out.

Spencer looked down at his sweater vest and internally chided himself for being an 80-year-old man in a 30-something’s body. “True. Also you would be huddled up in a blanket and we’d be looking through photo albums, some on the phone and some right in your hands because we’re old school like that, marveling at the lives we’ve had and the family we created.”

Patrons entering the restaurant had been passing for quite a while as Spencer recounted their perceived future. “That sounds beautiful,” she cried. “There may need to be a few tweaks to that future, but can we still have that?”

Spencer’s lip quivered as he nodded and proceeded to lead her into the restaurant. “Absolutely.”

Their dinner mirrored that of their first date. She order Chicken Florentine – exactly what she’d ordered years earlier, and Spencer did the same. It was like they were transported back to that time and place, just a little older and a little wiser. Spencer even reenacted some of what he’d said back then, stuttering over cheesy puns and watching Y/N’s cheeks light up.

Before leaving, Spencer paid the bill, promising that Y/N could pitch in for her half next time. “Do you remember where we went after dinner on our first date?”

“We went to the park down the street – the one with the little pond, the benches, the trees.” Her eyes watered as she remembered how perfect it had been and how lucky she was to be able to go there again.

Spencer leaned his head against hers and squeezed her hands tightly. “Yea, I’d like to take you there now.”

They walked down the block hand-in-hand. Strangers passed by seemingly baffled by the two kids in love, because they weren’t kids anymore. Spencer walked her into the park and sat down on the bench near the pond. For nearly 30 minutes, they sat in silence; Y/N curled up into him, her hands wrapped around one of his, but when she glanced upward, she saw a tear in Spencer’s eye. “You okay?” She asked.

“More than okay,” he said, attempting to blink back a tear and failing. Sitting up, he brought his hand to the side of her face, tracing her cheek with his thumb. “Can I?”

She was nervous, not wanting to repeat what happened the last time they got close. “Yea.”

Leaning in, Spencer brushed his lips up against hers. She shivered, but leaned in closer and closed her eyes. As their lips met again, more insistently this time, the tears streamed down his cheeks. This was it. After all this time, they were finally on the mend together. She cried against him and he kissed the tears away. “Your pace. Forever. Okay?”


They’d both been through so much, and there were more hurdles still to come, but as long as they had each other, Y/N truly believed that future Spencer spoke of could be realized. It would be a little different than before, but they would be together. They would have their daughter. And that man, the man she’d no longer give a name because it gave him too much power, would cease to exist. Her life was forever altered because of him, but it wouldn’t change the core of who she was - it wouldn’t change her.


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Three Times a Charm

Originally posted by parkerpete

Peter Parker X Reader

Kinder Than You - Part 1

My Heart Will be There - Part 2

Not Saying a Word - Part 3

Word Count: 2495

Author: Kate (by the Ocean)

Warnings: Nightmares, very deep feels…

A/N: MWAHAHAHAHA it’s done! My first multi-part series is completed. I’m not gonna lie, this was pretty fun, but it is 2 o’clock in the morning and I am exhausted. Love y’all… Anyways, I think you all should be feeling pretty thankful, because I seriously (you can confirm with Katy on this) considered killing the reader, but that would have taken like 2 more freaking parts. The Perks of Being a Writer, I guess. You want to kill the favorite character when the storyline gets boring. But I didn’t, and you all get mushy fluff instead. I hope you’re happy. 

The movie finished, and Peter had all but forgotten that you were currently on the couch in his apartment, being held against your will. He had restrained himself from looking at you for the last 15 minutes of the movie, though he had admitted to himself multiple times that you looked adorable in your rain-wet clothes, frustration clearly evident on your face. The credits started, and Peter allowed himself one quick glance. Looking over at the couch, he smiled to himself at the sight of your curled-up figure, your face void of expression as you slept. Peter stared at you for a few seconds, and then shivered. He realized that he had been sitting in drenched clothes in an apartment that had the AC blasting to battle the normally very hot New York summer climate. He got up and walked into his room to change into something warm and dry.


Peter left the room, and almost immediately, your sleeping body started shaking slightly. Due to your powers sucking away at your chemical energy constantly, you always had a lower body temperature than most people, because your natural heating systems had less energy allotted to burn. All the Avengers would fuss over you being warm in the winter, but there had never been concern during the summer, what with New York’s hot and muggy climate. But, then again, you had never really been out in the rain during a cold front, and then slept in them either. And since you were very concentrated on not thinking about Peter, which was slightly futile and in vain, you had forgotten to consider the fact that during sleep, the body’s temperature was lowered even further to conserve energy; the reason why you slept under 3 comforters. You subconsciously curled up even tighter, the shivers starting to rack your petite and exhausted frame.


Peter walked in several minutes later, wearing his favorite pajama pants and a casual t-shirt, pulled rather tight over his biceps. He grabbed the remote and turned on one of your favorite TV shows. He turned to go grab something to eat when he heard you turning on the couch. Peter walked over to find your quaking state, and he quickly grabbed your favorite blanket from the table next to the couch. He flung it open, and placed it on you, tucking it gently under your sides so he wouldn’t wake you. You shivering subdued slightly, and Peter knelt by your side. Slowly he reached his hand out to cup your cheek, rubbing his thumb across the smooth surface softly. He realized how stupid he was being, and went to pull away. Before he could, your head tilted into his touch, keeping his hand there. Your expression lightened in your sleep, and Peter looked at you sadly. You looked so, so peaceful like this, like the way you did before the fight. Peter’s brow furrowed at his remembered the fight, and the sadness that had replaced the light in your eyes since you had caught him and Liz. He looked at you, kicking himself mentally for the millionth time about Liz. Sure, he had had a crush on her for ages, but if he knew it would’ve hurt and affected you this much, he never would have done it. Knowing you were happy meant more to him than Liz ever would. Peter’s hand moved up to your damp hair, running his hands through it. Without thinking, he wished that he had made the decision to kiss you, not Liz. He froze, his eyes widening at his subconscious wish, and he realized that he had been denying it for a while now. Peter liked you, no, he loved you. He loved you, Y/N Y/L/N. A montage of all his treasured memories of you played through his mind, starting off with the day you two became friends, and then the time you had introduced him to the Avengers, then when you both scored top of the class in middle school, that time Steve had taught you guys to dance, and made you both practice in front of a camera. He had to lead, because your mind was a bit occupied, and you kept stepping on his toes. Finally, he remembered that time you had gone to Homecoming as friends, and you had looked absolutely beautiful in your blue lace dress that made your eyes pop, and how you had bit your lip painted with red lipstick at his gaze. And the same way that pretty face had broken when Peter had broken your heart. 

Peter covered his eyes with his hand, and stood up. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a carton of ice cream out of the freezer. 


Your neck and arms ached from the constant injections of mysterious liquids that made you shake with fear at things you couldn’t see. The four walls that contained you were familiar, the walls of your cell in the HYDRA base. The place you had been held after you had been captured during a reconnaissance mission. You had been paired with a SHIELD agent, more accurately a SHIELD mole that worked for HYDRA. You had been taking the lead, and he had caught you in the back of your head with a hit from his gun. They had carried you in here, and tried to replicate your powers. This was a different nightmare than your normal torture one, and it had haunted you since the fight. You heard voices shouting outside your cell, and Peter burst into the room, dressed in his Spider-Man suit. You breathed a sigh of relief, knowing he was here to save you. Without a word, Peter walked to the computer besides the table you were strapped to, and loaded some of the information onto a SHIELD hard-drive. He finished his work on the computer, and started to walk out of the cell again. You cried for help, trying to remind him that you were there. He peeked his head back in the door.

“Peter! Help me, my arms are strapped down!” You said, wondering why he had almost forgotten you. 

“I’m not here for you.” Peter said, no emotion in his voice whatsoever. 

“But, but I was k-kidnapped, and they’ve been experimenting with my powers. I need to get out of here. Peter, help me!” You pleaded, trying to strain against the bonds. 

“Why would I do that?” He asked.

“I’m your b-b-best friend. Peter, it’s me! It’s Y/N. Y-You love m-me.” You said, your heart beating fast as your confusion heightened. 

“I hate you.” He stated.

“Peter, no. Don’t do this, please.” A tear rolled down your cheek, and before you could say anything more, 2 soldiers grabbed Peter from behind, and pinned his arms to his side. You cried out to him, trying to warn him, but they carried him to a chair and tied his arms together. One of the soldiers came over to you, and adjusted the table so that you had a clear view of Peter. The other soldier got out a gun, and loaded it quickly. Your heart stopped as you watched the man point the firearm at Peter. You tried to look away, but the soldier next to you grabbed you jaw, and forced your gaze towards Peter again. 

“If you live, tell Liz I love her.” Peter said, his voice cracking with fear at the barrel pointed at his chest. You clenched your jaw, a dozen tears slipping down your face as you breathed in unevenly. You heard the gunshot ring through the room, and you watched Peter slump in his chair. You screamed, feeling your heart rip apart inside your chest. You heard someone calling your name, and you felt the soldier shaking your shoulders, trying to quiet your cries.


“Y/N! Y/N, wake up! Please wake up.” Peter’s voice pleaded with you as he tried to wake you up from your nightmare. You breathed in sharply as your eyes flew open. Your arms were shaking from the feeling of cold clothes covering you, and there were tears running relentlessly down your face. You looked into Peter’s face, and he looked into your scared eyes. He sat on the couch next to you, and you planted your face into his chest. He was shocked at your sudden contact, but his familiar arms soon closed around you, pulling you closer to him. “Hey, hey. Y/N. It’s okay, I’m here for you.” He said, running his hand up and down your back comfortingly. You continued to sob into his chest, trying to clear the image of Peter being shot from your mind.

“P-Peter.” You said, stuttering slightly as you looked up into his brown eyes that reminded you of home.

“Yeah, Y/N. It’s me.” He said, smiling at you softly. “I thought you stopped having nightmares.”

“I-I did. This w-was a different one.” You said, burying your face into his shoulder.

“Hey, look at me.” Peter said. You looked up at him again, and he brought one of his hands up to brush the hair out of your face. “You’re okay, I’ve got you.” You leaned your head on his shoulder, trying to calm down as you searched his gaze, completely forgetting about the Liz thing as you got lost in his eyes. He leaned in slowly, and you closed your eyes, tilting your head up and then snapping it back. Everything from the last month came flooding back, you shuffled out of Peter’s arms, and pulled your knees up to your chest. Peter looked at you, and you averted your gaze, biting your lip.

“How long was I out?” You asked, not looking at him. 

“You fell asleep during the movie.” Peter said, trying to hide his disappointment. You shivered, and started rubbing your hands up and down your arms to try and warm yourself up.

“Do you still have any of my pjs here?” You asked. You would always keep a spare outfit and pair of pajamas here in case of emergency.

“Course. They’re in my dresser.” Peter said, pushing himself off the couch, and offering you a hand. You took it timidly, and smiled at him quietly. He pulled the clothes out of his dresser, and handed them to you. You mumbled ‘thank you’, and walked into the bathroom, closing the door softly behind you. You peeled out of the damp clothes, and pulled the worn fabric on. You looked in the mirror, and cringed at your appearance. Your eyes were puffy, and the tip of your nose was pink. 

“And you wonder why he chose Liz.” You said to yourself. Little did you know, Peter was waiting outside the door, knowing that you talked to yourself frequently. You walked out, your hand trying to cover the bandage peeking through the tight shirt. Peter grabbed the bundle of the clothes and threw them onto his desk chair, pulling your hand away from your side.

“What’s that?” He said, his eyes voicing concern. Your shoulders rolled forward, and Peter saw the stress that May had been talking about.

“It’s nothing.” You lied, biting your lip. Peter crossed his arms over his chest, and your eyes searched his before you conceded. “I broke a rib. When I fell into that table, and it caused a blood build-up. It got worse because I didn’t have it checked out until today.” Peter’s eyes filled with guilt, and you looked at the ground, his constant gaze too much for you to bear. Suddenly, you felt arms wrap around you, and rested your head on Peter’s chest without looking up, trying to ignore the quick beating of you heart.

“I’m sorry. Gosh, I’m so sorry, Y/N. This is all my fault.” He whispered into your ear. You looked up at him.

“No, it’s my fault, Peter. I should’ve texted you or just… I shouldn’t have been mad about it. I mean, you do love her.” You said, watching his eyes flick between both of yours. His eyes filled with something that you couldn’t quite place.

“It is not your fault. And I don’t lo-”

“It’s okay, Peter. I get it. Honestly.” You said, wriggling out of his hold for the second time. Liz already hated you, why try to even fight for your side if you weren’t going to win? You slipped into the kitchen, and filled a glass with water, sipping from it to fill the dehydration caused by all the tears. You heard Peter walk in after you, but you didn’t turn around, worried that you’d start crying again.

“You kept saying my name. During your nightmare.” Peter said, getting some water too. You didn’t say anything, not knowing how to respond. “You kept begging me to help you.” You still didn’t respond, trying to get the image out of your mind. Peter came up to you, and for the third time, his held you to his chest, and you turned to look at him.

You told him all about the dream, too exhausted to come up with lies, and too hurt to leave out him talking about Liz. 

“You said ‘If you live, tell Liz I love her.’” You said quietly, pulling your arms up in front of you to put some distance between you and Peter. 

“I don’t love her.” Peter mumbled, and you looked at him, confused. “I love you, Y/N.” 

“No you don’t.” You said. You had been through too much heart break to accept that statement willingly, and Peter could sense it. 

“I broke up with Liz that day at school. Because I love you, and she was hurting you.” He said, looking at you earnestly. All your eyes showed was confusion, and Peter felt his heart break that he had hurt you this much that you had forgotten what love felt like. Peter leaned in again, but you were confused. He loves Liz, he hates you, and that’s what you were positive about. Until his lips touched yours. Something real and true connected you both, and you melted into Peter’s soft touch. Peter pulled you closer to him, picked you up, and placed you on the kitchen counter. You pulled away first, smiling. He looked at your happy expression, and saw the light that he loved enter your eyes for the first time in a month.

“Didn’t I tell you?” Peter said, and your laugh filled the kitchen, making Peter’s heart leap.

“But you hate me.” You said, doubt darkening your eyes again.

“But I love you.” Peter said,his nose touching yours. His touch sent the doubt away again, and you smiled. “Why did it take me three times to tell you that I love you for you to believe me?” He laughed, kissing your forehead.

“Three times a charm, I guess.” You grinned. Peter rolled his eyes at you, and you giggled. From that point on, you never had that nightmare again.

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anonymous asked:

This is going to sound like a really complicated question! Looking at all the blocking from the final. What would your dream final lair look like. Like, different parts from different actors and singers, and different little touches.

Oh, it’s not that complicated of a question; the complicated part is that I’ve loved so many different little touches that actors have brought that there’s no way I could cram them all into one scene. Half of them probably wouldn’t make sense with the other either. Buuuttt… a small sampling of things I would like to see:

  • I prefer it when a Phantom literally tosses Christine into the lair. Some just walk casually in, but naaahh, I want actual hurling around from the get-go.
  • I really liked how Samantha Hill would shrink back from the Phantom when he yells at her, but at the same time, I also loved Ali Ewoldt’s prim refusal to even look at the Phantom.
  • When the Phantom goes on his angst-fest, it is nice if a Christine attempts to reach out to him (e.g. Elizabeth Southard), or at least looks sorry for him; that way the line “Pity comes too late!” seems to reference that.
  • But if not, then the Phantom should try to act or inflect the words so that it sounds like he’s referring to self-pity.
  • Kaley Ann Voorhees’s little fighter stance wouldn’t make sense for all Christines, but that, or Samantha Hill shoving her bouquet back, really gives a sense of spirited refusal.
  • For the Phantom: really fling that doll! Think Ethan Freeman or Ramin Karimloo body slamming it.
  • I love it when a Christine and Raoul try to physically lift the portcullis (Tamara Kotova and Evgeny Zaycev) or otherwise appear to care for each other (Julie Hanson and John Cudia holding hands through the grating).
  • After Raoul is captured, I liked how Mary Michael Patterson would hold her hands out to the Phantom in an attempt to appeal to him, though it makes more sense for a more sympathetic Christine.
  • If not, I prefer it when a Phantom gets sort of rough with Christine - not enough to make us lose sympathy for him (and for heaven’s sake, no running hands all over her body), but enough that we can believe he’s a bit unhinged. I kind of liked Ernst-Dieter Suttheimer (helped by Colleen Besett’s shrieking), and John Cudia’s Phantom, though lowering himself right onto Christine’s body was taking it a bit too far.
  • According to another phan, Gina Beck used to sing the “tears of hate” slightly higher than normal, making it sound really dissonant with the score in an eerie sort of way. I find that very cool. (Cooler than belting it, to be honest.)
  • The Phantom should react to that; most of the ones I’ve liked (such as Hugh Panaro) do so by covering their ears or collapsing briefly over their organ.
  • Also, for Christine: really hurl that wedding veil! I’ve seen the Madrid Christines fling it halfway across the stage.
  • Speaking of Madrid Christines, I loved it when Julia Moller tried to support Raoul so he doesn’t strangle, not just try and comfort him.
  • I prefer the London blocking where the Phantom grabs Christine instead of just yelling at her, then tosses her against the grating. Think John Owen-Jones shaking and yelling at Rachel Barrell, or Ramin Karimloo grabbing Leila Benn Harris (or Gina Beck) by the hair (or chin).
  • Also, kudos to a Raoul who visibly struggles or fights back, like Simon Bailey shouting “You monster!” at the Phantom, or ones who yell “Christine!” whenever the Phantom tries to drag her around.
  • And of course, this means a Phantom has to react to that, e.g. Ramin Karimloo trying to physically attack Raoul back.
  • Which means Christine has to react, like Leila Benn Harris shoving him off or Gina Beck pushing herself in-between them.
  • On the other hand, it’d be cool to see the Phantom attempt to do that but get intimidated by Christine staring him down, as Julia Moller, Sofia Escobar, and Harriet Jones do.
  • Or, on the other hand, have Christine reach out to him again, like Lisa Vroman, Elizabeth Southard, or Jennifer Hope Wills do, only for him to shake her off.
  • There’s a lot of ways to play the “I gave my mind, blindly” bit. I like the hopelessness some actresses bring, like Gina Beck or Sofia Escobar. But I also like it when a Christine grabs the Phantom’s arm, the way Teresia Bokor did. And I like it when they sound angry. So whatever works.
  • I don’t want the Phantom practically slapping or strangling her (Gary Mauer, Stephen R. Buntrock, Geronimo Rauch), but I do like one that comes off threatening. But in particular, I would like there to still be hints of vulnerability - Earl Carpenter looking briefly hesitant comes to mind, or Marcus Lovett collapsing to the level of Christine as well.
  • For Christine: pause before getting up for the kiss! Make it look like Christine has been brought to the brink of despair, then figures out a solution and resolves herself to do it! I think a couple even raise their eyes upward at “God give me courage to show you…” which is a nice touch.
  • The kiss can be done a variety of ways, but I do love it when we can see Christine’s shock at the kiss (Gina Beck), when Christine pulls back and looks acceptingly at the Phantom (Sandra Joseph), and when they touch and even caress the deformity (many Christines).
  • I like it when it’s the Phantom who jerks back - or even pushes Christine away - from the kiss (Earl Carpenter, Ramin Karimloo, etc.).
  • Oh, I do want reactions from Raoul. Some try not to look; others, particularly the older Raouls (Michael Ball, Simon Bowman), shout, “No, Christine!”
  • I like Christines that react in fear and shock when the Phantom is about to free Raoul, thinking he will kill him (Lisa Vroman, Jennifer Hope Wills, Lisa-Anne Wood, and others).
  • Oh, a Raoul who still tries to protect Christine even after being freed! Michael Shawn Lewis is the shining example (immediately shielding Christine when the Phantom enters, like, within five feet of her), but Jordan Donica and Andrew Ragone also try to do the “hand at the level of their eyes” thing, just in case the Phantom tries to throw his noose again.
  • It’s cool if Christine hesitates before leaving; tons do, though Alison Kelly, Anne Gorner, Tamara Kotova, etc. come to mind.
  • It is also nice if Christine cries a little, or at least looks sad, when returning the ring. Kissing the ring (Sandra Joseph) or kissing the Phantom’s hands (Sierra Boggess, Elena Bahtiyarova, Mercedesz Csampai) is optional.
  • The Phantom, on the other hand, can go all out. Try to kiss her hand (Dmitri Ermak), fall on their knees (Earl Carpenter), try to stroke her face (Ethan Freeman, David Shannon), whisper “my angel” (Hugh Panaro), whatever.
  • On the boat, please have Raoul kiss Christine’s hand.

The end!

i-wanna-shelter-y0u  asked:

You got some proposal drarry layin around???

There really is no excuse for why this is so late except for my procrastination and I am so sorry.

The World Cup

It was absolutely pouring. Raindrops hit the grass relentlessly, making a muddy mess of the quidditch pitch and soaking the raucous crowd to the core. This fact, however, did nothing to deter the hundreds of thousands of World Cup spectators who sat huddled together against the cold, waving British flags or wearing Irish hats. They watched in wonder as the British and Irish teams flew out onto the pitch, rain soaking them the second they were out in the open. The British team was eye catching in their blue and white uniforms, doing complex tricks on their brooms and taking a lap around the pitch as the crowd cheered.

Draco Malfoy sat, completely dry, in the Minister’s box, omnioculars pressed firmly to his face. His attention was fixated on the British team, even as the Irish made their grand entrance. He took a moment to put the omnioculars in slow motion; for the single reason that he would be able to make out the name ‘Potter’ on the back of what looked to be just a blue streak on the pitch.

“It’s exciting, isn’t it?” Hermione yelled into the blonde’s ear, trying to make herself heard. Draco grinned and nodded, turning his attention to the minister.

“Extremely. I can’t believe Harry made it to the World Cup-” I tell her, nearly shaking in excitement.

“His life’s really been something, hasn’t it? First, vanquisher of Dark Lords, now, vanquisher of IRISH ASS!” Ron excitedly bellowed next to him, wrapping an arm around the blonde’s shoulder and shaking him with excitement. Draco elbowed him gently with a laugh.

“Careful, Weasley, this suit is worth more than your entire business.” Draco joked, and Ron smirked.

“Doubtful.” Ron replied rolling his eyes, and turning his attention back to the pitch where the match was about to begin, Draco following suit. Hermione rose to her feet, visibly shaking with what could either be nerves or excitement; it was hard to tell.

She walked out onto the balcony, rain sticking to her bushy hair, but her not having a care in the world. She put her wand to her throat to magnify the sound of her voice so that everyone in the gargantuan stadium could hear her.

“As Minister of Magic, it’s with honor and delight that I welcome every single one of you to the four hundred and thirty second Quidditch World Cup!” Her words were met with thousands of cheers and screams; rosettes and flags of blues and greens waving through the air. “I’d like to wish both teams good luck, and with that, let the match begin!” Hermione finished with a flourish of her wand, sending a small jet of fireworks into the sky as the balls were released.


“-let the match begin!” The voice of Harry’s best friend being cast over hundreds of thousands of spectators gave the man a proud glow. The fact that hundreds of thousands of spectators were there to so him play Quidditch made him beam with happiness as he rode into the sky for a bird’s eye view of the rest of the players.

Harry looked proudly at the rest of his team, all poised to play what would be the best match of his life to date. All of their eyes darted to follow the ball that they were to be after, and in a second flat, all of his teammates and competitors had disappeared in streaks of blue and green.

Harry’s sharp eyes looked for any sign of the golden snitch, rain bouncing off his glasses thanks to a spell Hermione taught him in his third year. The announcer’s commentary was lost to the scar-headed boy, who slowly made his way around the pitch, glancing every once in a while at the Irish seeker to make sure he wasn’t trying anything.

“-and ten points to Britain!” The commentator announced cheerfully. Harry continued circling the pitch, getting lower and lower. A clap of thunder rumbled overhead, shaking Harry to the bone.

As the game wore on, Harry was becoming aware of the closing gap between his team’s score and the Irish. It was one hundred and thirty to one hundred and ten, with the British in the lead. Harry decided it was time to get sneaky.

He dove straight down, feigning sight of the snitch. The brunette heard a loud gasp from the crowd and grinned, still flying down, down, down. He could feel the Irish seeker on his tail, but he continued to plummet, only pulling up a mere five feet from the ground.

As he flew up to safety, watching as the Irishman narrowly avoided a head on collision into a pool of mud and tried to regain his composure. Harry took a lap around the pitch once again as the crowd’s roar gave him energy.

About 15 minutes later, he saw it. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry caught a faint flash of fluttering gold near the British goalposts. He immediately accelerated his broom, nearly flattening himself down onto it to get the most speed possible.

His hands were freezing, as was the rest of him, and his soaked robes seemed to be slowing him down. Yet Harry didn’t care. He had the wind in his hair an the snitch in his sights and like hell was he going to let a bit of rain stop him.

In the corner of his eye, he could just see a fast approaching green speck trying to catch him. It wouldn’t reach the Potter fast enough. Harry dodged an Irish chaser, and kept going, all of his being set on catching that snitch; so focused in fact, that he didn’t see the bludger that was fast approaching him.

“Fuck!” Harry yelled when the bludger made contact with his ribs. He felt a crack and knew for sure that a few were cracked, if not completely broken. Yet on he flew, chasing the snitch around the goalposts until he finally closed his fingers around the cold tiny ball, his vision turning white around the edges from the pain.

The deafening yell of the spectators encompassed Harry’s entire being, but as they cheered for him, and his teammates beckoned him to join them on the ground, Harry just turned his broom around and booked it straight for the Minister’s box.

His eyes connected with Draco’s in pure happiness, blinding pain forgotten as he looked in the blonde’s eyes which just radiated pride and joy. As he got closer and closer, a thought ran through his mind on what he would say to Draco when he reached him.

“Harry!” Draco’s voice carried above the others, even Ron’s and Hermione’s. In that moment, Harry didn’t give a damn what his friends would think, or his family or the world for that matter. All he could think of was that he just won the fucking World Cup and he was going to do something crazy on his victory induced high.

The second Harry reached the railing, he pulled Draco’s face to meet his in a tender kiss; he heard cried of joy from the spectators; apparently he was on the Jumbotron. The second he pulled back, Harry asked the question that had been on the tip of his tongue for months.

“Draco-” he said, and suddenly the stadium was dead silent, with only the sound of the rain and the fast beating of Harry’s heart could be heard in the man’s ears. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes. Yes yes YES!” Draco screamed, and barriers be damned he jumped onto Harry’s broom, hugging the brunette and crying tears of joy as the crowd roared. “I love you, you fucking scarhead.” Draco cried in Harry’s ear, kissing him hard.

“I love you too, ferret.” Harry smirked, and lowered them to the ground, stumbling with pain trying to stand up. Draco smiled and put his arm around his finance.

“Let healer Malfoy fix you up.” And together they walked into the locker room, ready to start a new life.

“Sweeter Than Sweet” (BTS Suga x Reader Imagine)

A/N: Let me just say, boyfriend!yoongi is my favorite Yoongi and you can’t fight me about it either. Sorry this took so long to do, but school’s been taking up so much of my time! Finals are a few months away, and my “easy classes” are next semester so I will be having more free time soon. I am so sorry to hear about your exam, I hate it when that happens. Don’t let it keep you down though, grades aren’t everything life has to offer! I’m taking my first AP Course right now and on the first test we had I didn’t get the grade I wanted, but a couple days later my teacher gave everyone four extra points because there was a mix up with the answer key.

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Complicated (Pt. 5)

Originally posted by grangerjean

Originally posted by cedricdiggoryfans

Summary: Life was good. You had your boyfriend Cedric and best friend Oliver. But what happens when hidden feelings come to light?

Setting: Okay this all takes place during Sorcerer’s Stone, but I changed things around a bit so Oliver is a 5th year, Y/N and Cedric are 4th years (canon they’d be 3rd but for the sake of it I changed it a little)

Notes: Ahh, this is all coming to a close. There’s two more parts after this one, and I wrote epilogues if you guys have any interest in them.

Tagging: @idfkalina @thisisthelilith

|Pt. 1| |Pt. 2| |Pt. 3| |Pt. 4|

The rest of the week seems to fly by, your time taken up by lessons, homework, and quidditch practice. You and Oliver kept drilling the team hard, making them run their plays over and over while you both gave Harry a crash course of the strategies you’d developed over the years.

Game day came along quickly; you’d gotten up early, quickly putting on some clothes before making your way down to the great hall, where some of your teammates already sat. You all were unable to sleep any longer, too worried about the game ahead. Gryffindor struggled to beat Slytherin every year, and you were all nervous to see how well your new seeker would hold up in a match. You sit next to Oliver like usual, the two of you quietly talking over what strategies to use against Slytherin.

Soon, more students trickled in, including Cedric.

“Hey, Y/N!” he sits down next to you, back against the table and legs hanging in the aisle. “Hello, Wood.” he adds with a small wave. Oliver, head ducked over a bowl of cereal, merely raises his spoon.

“Morning, Diggory,” he mumbles, not looking at Cedric.

“Good luck today,” Cedric turns his attention back to you, giving you a chaste kiss before joining some of his friends at the Hufflepuff table. You turn back to your breakfast, eating the rest of it in silence before getting up with the rest of the team, all going off to change into your quidditch uniforms.

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Hockey Camp - Auston Matthews (Part 18)

Auston Matthews x Reader

Word Count: 2505

Warnings: People being dumb, swearing

A/N: Enjoy some ~drama~

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10] [Part 11] [Part 12] [Part 13] [Part 14] [Part 15] [Part 16] [Part 17]


Auston finishes first, of course, followed by Will and then Mitch. You claim top spot alongside a girl named Aya, and Steph places fourth.

You all crowd around a picnic table outside, eating the healthy sandwiches and drinking bottles of water the events people have been handing out. They claim it’s supposed to be this super type of water, infused with extra electrolytes, but everyone agrees that it tastes like any old tap water. You just hope that it will give you enough energy for the next portion of the scouting session.

“So, what did everybody get on the wingate test? That absolutely destroyed my legs,” Will complains. Everyone nods in agreement.

“18.1407,” Auston says, before taking a bite of his sandwich.

“16.4,” says Steph.

“17.854,” Mitch states proudly through a mouthful of chips. How he got them, you don’t know. They’ve been strict about restricting everyone from eating unhealthily this past week, but knowing Mitch, he found a way around it.

“I got 18.05 myself - what about you, Y/N?” Will inquires.

“18.3.” You immediately feel Auston’s eyes on you.

“Damn, that’s impressive.” Will whistles. “That’s a higher score than any of the guys.”

“Thanks, I try.” You smile widely at him.

Mitch nudges Auston. “Don’t you owe her twenty bucks then?”

“Twenty bucks?” Will looks eagerly back and forth between you and Auston. “Did you make a bet or something?”

Auston nods. “I bet twenty dollars that I would beat her wingate score, and she bet ten that she would beat my agility score.”

“What were your agility scores then?”

“4.48 on the right, 4.6 on the left,” Auston says.

Will turns to look at you.

“4.33 on the left, 4.41 on the right,” you state proudly.

“Pay up, Auston,” Mitch teases, and Auston sighs, reaching down to grab his wallet, but then realizes he’s wearing athletic shorts with no pockets.

“I don’t have my wallet.”

You smirk. “Well then, you’ll just have to take me out for a nice dinner after everything is done.”

“Fine,” he replies grumpily, but you can see the smile twitching at the corner of his lips.

“Wait, are you two…” Will trails off, sounding confused.

“Dating?” Mitch jumps in before either of you can say anything. “Yeah, they’re practically married - how could you not tell? The wedding’s next Friday if you want to come.”

“Mitch, shut the fuck up.” Auston tries to glare at Mitch, but he starts laughing at the face Mitch pulls.

“Oh, well that’s cool. Good for you guys, that’s - yeah…that’s super cool.” Will stands up with his half-eaten meal. “I think my brother and my parents just got here. You mind if I dip?”

“Yeah, no worries man,” Mitch reassures him, and Will walks off, dumping his food in the trash can as he disappears into the crowd.

“He’s totally not cool,” Mitch states the obvious once Will’s out of earshot.

“This was what I was trying to explain to you the other day, Y/N,” Auston chimes in. “He likes you. Like, likes you.”

“He likes me as a friend,” you argue, crossing your arms. “You need to stop getting so jealous every time I talk to another guy. I’m not going to leave you and run off with somebody else.”

“I’m not jealous.”

“Really?” You raise your eyebrows questioningly, an edge creeping into your voice. “Somehow I doubt that.”

“I’m not.”

“Then why do you keep insisting that he likes me? It’s really starting to piss me off.”

Mitch and Steph exchange an uncomfortable look.

“Because he likes you, Y/N!” Auston cries, exasperated. “Open your fucking eyes! If I look away for one second, he’ll try to snatch you away from me!”

You rub your hands over your face, trying to hide the tears that have welled up in your eyes. You hate being yelled at, and Auston knows that.

“You don’t have to shout, Auston,” you say quietly, dropping your hands down to your sides. “And for the last time, you have nothing to worry about. Will and I are friends, period. Also, I’m not some object to be ‘snatched’ away, so stop treating me like one. I don’t belong to you.”

The atmosphere has become incredibly tense, Mitch and Steph both pointedly looking in the other direction. Mitch has even stopped eating his chips.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I am also going to visit my family.” You stand up from the table and head towards the parent’s area, leaving Auston staring after you.

You wish you had more time to digest your fight with Auston - was it even a fight, really? More like a huge misunderstanding over absolutely nothing. You feel terrible about the entire situation, but regardless, the scouting session does not stop for your emotional drama.

You’re tying up your skates, focusing on what you need to do to ensure the scouts will be impressed, when Steph plops down beside you.

“You alright?” she asks in a gentle voice.

You nod silently.

“What Auston said wasn’t very nice.”

“Yeah, but I wasn’t exactly nice to him either.”

Steph pauses to reflect on the situation. “I think you were valid in your argument. Auston needs to tone down the jealousy a bit. I can see that Will definitely has a crush on you - but that’s Will’s problem to deal with, not yours. If Will likes you, he’ll be able to respect the fact that you’re with Auston and keep his distance.”

“Am I still with him though? I feel like I just ruined everything.”

“Oh, Y/N.” Steph wraps you up into an awkward hug, both of you half-dressed in hockey equipment. “Nothing’s ruined that can’t be fixed. Just talk to him after the scouting session’s over. I’m sure you two will be back to normal in no time.”

“Yeah, you’re right” you agree, feeling your spirits lift. “Thanks, girl.”

“Anything for you.” Steph gives you another hug and you both laugh.

When you step on to the ice, every bit of emotional turmoil fades to the background. This is what’s important. You’ve been working towards this moment for your entire life, and you’re not going to mess it up because of your personal drama.

The coach runs you through some basic warm-up drills, and you relax into the familiar looping pattern. You fly through everything, not putting a skate wrong. Your passes are firm and accurate, you back-check quicker than anyone else, and you manage to score several goals during the shooting portion of the session. When the coach blows his whistle to signal that you will be moving onto the scrimmage part, a tingle of excitement shoots through you. Thirty more minutes and everything will be over.

You all separate into two teams, following the list coach had posted yesterday. Unfortunately, Steph is not on your team. But, your linemates are fairly quick, and the right winger passes accurately, so you mesh well.

On the second shift, you’re cycling the puck down low in the opposing team’s end. You pass it to the right winger, throwing it around the net and past the defenseman’s stick, who’s been trying to slash at you. The right winger fires it back to the point, and you leap in front of the net, just managing to screen the goalie in time as your defenseman winds up. The shot is low and to the left of you, and so it’s easy to tip it up with your stick. The puck deflects up into the top corner of the net, and the ref signals a fair goal. Your bench erupts in cheers. It’s 1-0.

Five minutes later, you catch a break and rush it from end to end. You’re about to shoot, when you spot one of your forwards behind you. You fake the shot, waiting for the goalie to drop down into a butterfly, and then quickly pass it back to the forward. The goalie doesn’t have enough time to react as the girl wires a slapshot into the right side of the net. 2-0.

The coach announces that there’s only ten minutes left, and you promise to yourself that you’ll try to get three points. It would be a great way to finish off one of your best try-outs.

Eight minutes later, your opportunity presents itself. You’re coming down on a 2-on-1 with the right winger, the centre trailing high behind you to form a triangle and provide an outlet for a drop-pass. The winger tosses the puck over to you and you flick your head up, looking towards the net to find an opening. But instead, you find him behind the glass, watching you intently.

You falter for a second, meeting his brown eyes, and that’s all it takes for the defender to lift your stick and steal the puck away. Suddenly, you find yourself backchecking, as their forward has managed to deke around your entire team. You skate as hard as you can, but you feel it’s not fast enough. You’re about to drop back, to let her shoot and most likely score, but then a thought pops into your head. You’re letting him win by allowing yourself to be distracted by him. No longer is it the girl skating down to score, it’s Auston.

You dig your skates deeper into the ice, lunging forward. With a herculean effort, you manage to poke the puck away from her stick without accidentally tripping her. You sneak your stick back close to you, and then pick up the puck as it slides in between her feet.

You’re winded, but this is your one chance to fix your mistake. Your lungs burn as you stickhandle around the opposing team members lunging at you, and skate the puck all the way down to their blue line. The defenceman tries to stand you up, knowing that you have nobody to pass it to, as your linemates had made for a quick change as soon as they saw you rush. Making a snap decision, you fake your head right, drawing the defender towards you, and then chip it off the boards on the left, scooting between the boards and the defender. Normally this is a dangerous move, one that gets you crushed against the boards, but you know you’re fast enough. You surge through the gap just as the defender drops their shoulder down, and they hit the boards instead of you.

The path is clear to the net, and you determinedly do not glance at Auston as you race towards the goalie at breakneck speed. The goalie glides out of the crease towards you, trying to pokecheck the puck before you can shoot. However, you anticipate this and turn sharply, letting the goalie slide out of position before you snap the puck as hard as you can into the top left corner. 3-0.

Your team jumps on you in celebration, and you have to bend your knees to keep yourself from toppling over. “Fuckin’ right - whatta shot!” someone screams in your ear.

The game ends quickly after that, your team playing a defensive trap in the opposing team’s zone, and successfully keeping them from crossing over your blueline. When you line up to shake hands at the end, you and Steph cross paths and share a meaningful glance. Even though she may not have scored, and her team lost, Steph was easily one of the best players out there. You knew she had impressed the scouts.

“You did great,” you mouth to her.

She smiles and replies with a simple, “thank-you,” that you know she means from the bottom of her heart.

You grin back at her, feeling a great sense of relief. Even though you’re anxious about Sunday, and the prospect of not being offered a contract, all the hard work you had put in over camp had paid off. You’re in the best shape of your life, you have never played better hockey than today, and you’re starting to figure out the balancing act of life vs. hockey.

Well, not quite.

You have to sort things out with Auston first and apologize for what you had said.

You glide to the door and hop off the ice, popping your helmet off and tucking it under your arm. Your eyes scan the crowd of players for the tall Arizona boy, but instead are blocked by an excited William Nylander.

“Y/N, I just caught your last goal - that was amazing!”

You adjust your gaze to look at Will. “Oh, um…thanks! How did your session go?”

“Yeah, it was good. I got two assists and a goal.”

“Nice!” you exclaim, genuinely excited for him. No matter what Auston said, you enjoyed being friends with Will. His enthusiasm always brightened your day.

“Yeah it was pretty sweet - Mitchy gave me a sick pass, which I dropped back to Kappy, and then he shot…”

You tune Will out as you begin to look for Auston again, searching for the familiar brown hair and slightly chubby cheeks. Too small, too tall - wait! Nevermind, that guy has glasses and a completely different face structure.

“…so, I would love to stand here and talk to you all day, but I think my brother Alex wants me to show him around. I’ll see you later, yeah?”

You snap Will back into focus. “Huh?”

“I said, I’ll see you later. I’ve got to show my brother Alex around the camp, because he wants to come here next year.”

“Oh, okay. Yeah, I’ll see you later Willy.” You smile at him and he steps forward, giving you a quick, friendly hug.

As you pull apart, you feel a strong urge to look to your right.

Auston is standing there, only a few feet away. When he sees you and Will stepping away from each other, his face becomes expressionless and cold.

You feel your heart sink.

“Auston, wait! It’s not what it-” you call after him, but he marches away into the crowd. “Fuck!” you swear, kicking your skate into the boards out of frustration.

“Did I…did I do something wrong?” Will asks, his brow scrunched up in confusion.

“Yes-no!” you shout, holding your face in your hands. “No, you didn’t. Auston just has it stuck in his brain that you like me.”

Will cocks his head to one side. “Of course I like you - you’re my friend?”

“Exactly!” you exclaim, relieved that someone finally understands. “He thinks you like me more than a friend, which is insane and a total lie. Honestly, it’s like everyone thinks a girl and guy can’t be friends without one of them falling for the other!”

Will falls silent. He bites his lip and stares down at his feet.

“Will, you don’t think of me in that way - do you?”

“No,” he says, his cheeks growing pink.


“I have to go see my brother,” Will states abruptly, and turns on his heel. You watch him walk away, your mind a jumble of conflicting thoughts.

How had this day gone so right, yet so wrong?

[Part 19]