it's the little things that make me love this show

god, i love the cage scene. farah’s literally taking off her bra in front of two guys because she’s being fucking practical and taking out the underwire to pick the lock and just, neither of them are looking at her boobs and making it weird (i know dirk’s probs gay/ace so he wouldn’t but todd isn’t either and that’s something) or even mentioning it, they’re looking at her face and taking her seriously and listening to what she’s saying with so much fucking respect i just… it’s such a little thing but it makes me so happy

i want video calls until midnight. i want to hear you sing our song. i want to tell you you’re beautiful, because its true. i want you to message me a lot and show me you care. i want to laugh out loud with the things you say, and smile so much that i have to hide it so people wont notice. i want to make your days a little better. allow me to make you happy. let me love you.

Okay. How does one character just keep getting cuter & cuter each rewatch? I swear, Flug’s too adorable with his obsession of airplanes. <3

Also, this made me think of a scene: one of the few things Demencia can successfully distract Flug & get him just as enthusiastic about, is having some sort of paper airplane challenge.

She changes it up every time, alternating them, how far can they fly, do tricks, etc, & its never dull because she’s all about the fun in it, he’s all about the mechanics & making the best… for / of whatever the challenge calls for. They get so into it, so fueled by just doing it, that only 5.0.5. notices & reacts ahead of time to Black Hat showing up.

I just love this little idea & it wouldn’t leave me alone until I posted about it. This is what I’m really looking forward to with these guys. Just a bunch of zany randomness alongside all the cool evil stuff that we haven’t seen since Grim Adventures / Invader Zim.


Alright now that I stopped screaming, story time : 

I was eating with mom and bro.
I saw mails on the table (a lot cuz we just came back from vacation).
I was looking forward to go back home, hoping maybe the book would be there when we arrive.
I asked if there was something for me.
I didn’t wait for an answer, or to finish eating, I got a look in the pile.
Suspicious envelope.
*check the receiver’s name*
*aggressively opens it trembling of joy but staying careful to not break it*
*tries to remain calm, continues eating, still turning some pages, so good to actually have the story in my hands, books are awesome*
Bro: “I should have filmed.”
Then I explained them what it is about, and yeah that’s it.

Hours later, I’m still like : “Hell yeah, I really am touching it!!!" 

@alainaprana I LOVE YOU OKAY 💙💙💙

Its so many little things in the show that shows that that “Undercover Jon” theory is such bullshit and i’m not gonna fully elaborate on it because i’ve done it a million times, but the biggest thing that stands out to me is that Jon is not about to risk having a bastard child for the sake of a ploy. That’s making him excessively protective of the North. He’s not about to risk impregnating a woman just to run back to his sister. This isn’t a fucking soap opera. If he was supposedly in love with Sansa, why have sex with Daenerys after she’s already agreed to help you? The love-making aspect of that is unnecessary to the “undercover” plan. He waited years before he had sex with another woman. He can wait another 30 days so you can give your children to Sansa instead of a woman you “supposedly” don’t want.

Jon bending the knee is going undercover? What’s he gonna say when he gets back to Winterfell if he lied about that? SIKE JK I ACTUALLY DIDNT DO IT GIVE IT BACK lmfao.

I’m not understanding why Jon wouldn’t have been made his move on Sansa by now? They had way more time alone than he and Daenerys. Alone before the Battle of the Bastards. Alone many times afterwards. If he can pay Daenerys a private visit before the Great War, why not pay Sansa a private visit before these two events? (And both are great risks. You’re fucking the Mad Queen or your own sister.) If he can knock on Dany’s door after knowing her for an estimate of 2 months, why not go for Sansa beforehand since the two are more comfortable with one another? I don’t know, it may be because he has no intentions on marrying what he believes to be, his younger sister. The issue I have is when Jon’s character is morphed just to fit a ship.

Originally posted by tiny-little-bird

A little love for the signs (From a Libra sun, Leo moon)
  • Dear Aries: It doesn't matter how dark times are, you are there for me. And I know you will always support me. You can make me happy like no one else can. You can say something that isn't even funny and I have to laugh with you. I could talk all night with you. About anything. You are full of light, full of life. You deserve everything bright.
  • Dear Taurus: Even though I've never really been so close to you to say that, I want you to know that you're worth it. You are beautiful, your smile helps people not to give up. So don't give up on yourself. You're strong and I know you smile through the pain, but it's okay. We all go through that and I wanted to tell you that you're not alone.
  • Dear Gemini: You are funny, you are witty, you always know how to make me laugh. I am inspired by you. You are so sociable, yet you know how to be alone and overthink things. You can do decisions by yourself, you don't hesistate to make the right choice. I admire you for that. Also, your art is beautiful. You are art.
  • Dear Cancer: I know we haven't been best friends. I know we had fights and that you broke my trust too often. But I realized, you are only a human being, just as me. Everyone keeps making mistakes, but no one wants to admit that. I hope for you that you'll be happy in the future. I want you to concentrate more on yourself, not on others because you are you, and no one can be that for you.
  • Dear Leo: Whenever I talk to you, it feels like we understand each other without saying a word. You are passionate and you are optimistic. You are the person I look up to, you brighten everyone's day, yet no one knows if you're dying inside. You are beautiful and you know it. You taught me it's completely fine to love yourself. So do it.
  • Dear Virgo: You're so selfless. You always try to help me, doesn't matter if you understand me or not. I know that sometimes it's hard for you to show that you care about me, but I notice in this little things you do for me that you do care. And that's fine. You're human. It's okay to break down. It's okay to talk to someone. You will get through this all. I'm right here by your side.
  • Dear Libra: I feel like everyone of you is my sister or my brother. You can make me feel special without knowing it. When we're talking about god and the world, it's like I've known you all my life, even if it's just hours. I want you to look at the mirror and say "I'm proud". Be confident. Believe in youself. Only if you try that, no one will stop you from loving yourself and the world.
  • Dear Scorpio: I don't even know where to start. You changed my life. You taught me things in an emotional way I never thought I'd experience. With every wise word you said you took my breath away. It doesn't matter how much time will fly, I will always remember you. You are my first love and you make everything feel so real. Everytime you look at me, I feel special. You taught me how to love someone and I taught you how to love yourself. Be happy. No matter how we're gonna end, I want you to remember us. You deserve the entire universe.
  • Dear Sagittarius: You doubt yourself more than anyone else. You wear that beautiful smile everyday, but inside you don't even know who you are. I have so much fun with you everytime we do something together. Don't let that happiness die. People look up on you. And you have to do your own thing. Don't give a shit what others think. Find out what you need, what you want and what you love. Everything else will come by time.
  • Dear Capricorn: You are one of the stongest yet most broken person I know. Or should I say, pretend to know? You hide your emotions, afraid of being hurt or replaced. I tell you something: There are people who love you and care about you. There is hope. You can have whatever you want in life, if you're just willing to accept your feelings and yourself.
  • Dear Aquarius: Being around you is like jumping from one cloud to another. Everything feels easier. Even maths. Life is easier with you. The weight of all the bad things in life are gone. I don't know how you're able to make me feel like this, but I'm sure it makes you very special and I hope you never stop making people feel like this because it's one of the best feelings ever.
  • Dear Pisces: If I'm sad, I know I can always talk to you. You always have a solution to my problem. Even if it's just a sentence like "It's okay, we will find a way.", it works. It makes me feel better. You're the most selfless person I've ever met and you're always there for your loved ones. Just take care of yourself, too, because your life is as important as the lives of everyone else.

anonymous asked:

I love vld because all the characters are so well rounded and well developed, each with their own struggles and goals. It's pretty rare to see such intricate characters in cartoons, and they go through such great development too. The fandom sucks a lot of the time, always jumping at everyone's throats over the smallest things and encouraging one-dimensional interpretations of the characters, but the show itself is incredibly good and that's why I'm still such a big fan.

YES!!!!!!! Yes me too omg!!!! :D I really really love how alive these characters feel - their struggles and developments are relatable, their interactions with other people feel real. Vld is veeeeeery plot orientated (which is why we’re missing out on a lot of team bonding time) but we still know random little details about the characters - Allura liking sparkly things, Lance remembering the taglines of his favorite movies, Hunk knowing road games to pass time. It’s amazing and I love it with all my heart!!

anonymous asked:

what do you look for in a person?? trying to see if I have a chance 💕

Someone who doesn’t drain me. Someone who makes me better and understands me in ways that very few do. That I’m not clingy or need to be all over someone, but am independent and show love in different ways. I have a sensory thing, that my grandma passed down, where sometimes being touched a bunch physically hurts and makes me squirm. It can overstimulate me and make me anxious. There are times when I like to cuddle and times when I just don’t want to be touched. That has to be enough for someone because I’ve changed who I was many times for people and it left me drained, uncomfortable, or lost. Someone with the same sense of humor or else we will just get annoyed with each other and can’t have fun. Someone who is patient enough to give me space when needed and doesn’t require each other to over exert themselves. I believe relationships should be equal, although there are days when some have to give more than others, but that loving them should be simple. We both need a connection that makes us want to talk often and be around each other - one that understands when one person just needs time alone to recharge. One that doesn’t cause jealousy to get back at someone else. Someone who is hardworking, kind, family oriented, wants the same things, and stands up for what they believe in. I spent too long coming out of the closet and learning to love who I am to ever take steps backwards. Someone who makes hard days easier, just by talking to them. I have a lot of love to give someone and I just need someone that adores the way that I love them. My love language is words of affirmation and its 100% how I show love and like to receive it. I put my all into words, that needs to be enough. I need to be enough. I love like my Dad and my Mom is so different. Yet, she told me “your dad isn’t super affectionate, but he shows love in other ways - little things that not many people do, that you have to look for and you will feel so loved. When he does put his hand on my arm or leg, it means the world, because he’s doing it because he wants to.. not because he feels like he has to”

THAT’S the love I need. A natural, mutual understanding of each other. I’m not changing anymore to fit someone else’s mold.

breebree908  asked:

It's okay. I understand. Whaattt about Dally showing love in his own way...? I'm writing and I'm super stuck.

Thank you so much for requesting, darling xx Sorry it took me a while to write this..

Headcanons For Dallas Showing His Love

-Okay, he’s not the type of person who makes it obvious that he cares or likes someone, so he would be pretty low key about it

-He’d do little things to show everyone that you’re his girl though, like letting you wear his Saint Christopher necklace or wrapping his signature leather jacket around your shoulders

-He’d tease you and lift your skirt up in public to make you angry, but not enough to entertain other guys, just enough to make you anxious

-If you’re wearing trousers, he would slide a hand into your back pocket and grab your bum

-It’s either ‘babe’ or ‘doll’, he would only call you by your name when he’s angry

-He would drive you around for hours at night. No destination, just chilling in the car and talking to each other…….. until you park somewhere and get into the backseat, if you know what I mean..

-Every time he lit a cigarette, he would take a drag and give it to you, once again, to show that you’re his girl

-He would be really possessive, that’s why he would fight a lot with other guys over you

-He would 10000% be the type of guy who would rest his head on your lap and continue speaking with his eyes closed when you’re sitting at the park or something, don’t even fight me on this

-And lastly, he would really love to play with your hair because his fingers would smell like your shampoo and he would actually pretty like that

Hope you’ll like these 💕

you’ve got a lot of nerve, half naked in my bed // nick/harry

it’s been five fucking years and nick’s still not gotten used to harry coming and going, to harry disappearing for fucking months and then showing up like nothing’s wrong. nick pretends he’s fine with it but something catches in his chest every time he thinks about it.

he doesn’t think about it often.

harry can’t stay in one place and nick can’t take it anymore.

just a little thing that’s like 75% angst and 25% making out. locked so certain people can’t find it.

shoutout to @imlouisaf and @polaroidgirlfriend for supporting me through writing it!! love you both <3

anonymous asked:

Young victor getting young Yuuri's scrapbook in his mail and keeping it till later adult victor shows 'his most dedicated fan' scrapbook to adult Yuuri and Yuuri is blushing like mad because that was his scrapbook from more than 10 years ago


Imagine smol 12-13 year old Yuuri working day and night, cutting out Victor’s pictures from magazines and posters and sticking it onto the pages of his self-bound scrapbook that he made with Yuuko’s help. He writes a few notes here and there and decorates it with marker pens and a few stickers and then when he’s done, he gives it to Hiroko to send to ‘Victor Nikiforov’.

And Hiroko, even though she doesn’t understand, complies and gives the scrapbook to the postman to deliver to 'Victor Nikiforov’ and the postman who always gets free food and treats from the Katsuki Family, takes the job seriously and he ACTUALLY gets it delivered via the most safest and expensive delivery method.

The scrapbook passes the gift screening and was delivered to 16-year-old Victor who thinks that the scrapbook is the most adorable gift ever and he keeps it with him in his room and brings it with him when he starts living in his apartment.

And 10 years later, in Victor’s apartment where all their friends have gathered, when someone appoints Yuuri to be Victor’s biggest fan, Victor says he’s flattered but no one can beat the fan that made him a 45 page scrapbook that was self-bound and filled with love. He proceeds to show it off and Yuuri is blushing 10 shades of red and Victor notices. He puts two and two together and then he’s blushing too and they’re just awkwardly staring at each other.

“Yuuri. Did you make me this scrapbook? More than 10 years ago?”

Yuuri quietly nods and Victor can’t believe the most precious gift he’d receive from a fan was from his own fiancé back when they were still kids and its the cutest ever omfg send help

Raw and Radiance: Shoutout to my Fannibal Family

I found this show and fandom a little over a year ago…

 At the time, I heard of Raw and was honestly just so thrilled to get my hands on a copy since I had obviously missed the kickstarter. I remember being so impressed that something like this was created by fans. It’s a beautiful, professional book. I have worked on journal staffs and have friends who founded and run literary journals, and I can attest that the quality of Raw is above and beyond. I never would have thought that another opportunity like that would come around while I was involved in this fandom. 

Fan works get a lot of scorn, but there is so much talent to be found (especially in our fandom). 

So many people, many who are creators in their day to day lives, too, put their passion and creativity into this fandom. Because we have found something with such depth and nuance that it inspires creativity a hundredfold. The creators and people involved with the show being so willing to support this fan community has made being in this fandom even more rewarding. I have met lovely, talented, smart, interesting people in cities all over since joining the fandom. I have made lots of new friends and even had people be willing to open their homes to me. 

Hannibal has provided an outlet for my creativity, passion, intellect, weirdness, and love of writing. While I also write in many other capacities having this fandom as an artistic community gives me such inspiration and a place to enjoy writing and keep getting better. 

I am SOOO excited that the extended edition is happening and that my work will be included in the print version alongside all the other 90+ contributors. 

There are so many talented people included in this anthology and sooo, soooo many more ridiculously talented people in this fandom I wish were in it, too. I truly hope that more fanthologies come out of this fandom because there is so much talent and creativity and so many works being produced that we could make multiple amazing books! 

I never would have thought that in a little over a year that I would be part of a book like Raw, one that will be just as stunning but also unique and individual in its vision and production. I am kind of freaking out that Bryan Fuller will own a book with my writing in it! 

Thanks everyone for making the extended edition happen!

It feels like a gift to me, honestly. Hannibal is so special to me it is the second thing I got a tattoo of. (The other one from Lord of the Rings which I’ve loved nearly my whole life). This show really has changed my life and made an imprint on my heart. And to be able to see this passion and love manifest in a physical representation of my work and others’ work means the world to me.

Thanks to @radiance-anthology​ for all your hard work and dedication. And, to everyone who might feel conflicted or wounded, I love you and feel for you, and I know that so many of you deserve and have the caliber of work that could support many fan books. I can’t wait to hold this book in my hands! 

One thing I have always loved about watching Josh Gates is how he always shows respect for a culture. Even if you can tell he thinks something is a little out there, he always tries it and he knows that hey its not for him to judge a culture he is not from on some of there important practices or relics. That alone makes me love watching Josh Gates, especially since I’ve grown up around so many people who think if it isn’t their culture it is wrong.

One of the reasons I love GMM is that it helps fill the hole left in my heart when Mythbusters ended. I know lots of old-skool MBs dislike the Will-Its, taste tests, silly “experiments”, etc, but I love them all. I miss watching grown-ass adults eat stupid things and make fake show-brand products and degrade themselves on camera for science. :D If I can’t watch Tory faceplant off his bike or Grant say awkward things or Kari gag over raw meat, I can watch Rhett & Link do it. And they’re cuter too. (OK maybe not as cute as Kari.) There aren’t any big explosions, it’s true, but knowing Link that’s probably for the best. 🔥

edit: also when I was little me and my sisters used to put marshmallows in my Nanny’s microwave. It was one of those early models from the 70s with huge dials and a motor that sounded like a nuclear reactor and we loved putting random things in it. It’s amazing we’re still alive tbh

Okay. - Lin-Manuel Miranda

  Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Warnings: One or two cuss words I think?? Mentions of child cancer.

Character Count: 13,685

Summary: Chosen AU where you share each other’s thoughts. Daveed asks you to read for Eliza in Hamilton- Hamilton is still in its workshop stages.


 You hummed along, tapping a pencil against the wooden picnic table you were sitting at to the beat of the song. The soft lights in the park just barely illuminated the area around you.

Do you like it?

Your chosen’s voice rang through your ears, just louder than the music. You smiled softly, it was the voice you had heard since childhood. Everyone had this ability, if you wanted to, you could open the channel with your chosen and talk- no, think, to them.

    To be specific, the channel was always open unless you willingly closed it, which you did often. But when you finally relaxed after a long day, your channel always seemed to slip open without you realizing. Your chosen always seemed to have his channel open, ready to talk to you or listen to you at all hours of the day.

Figuratively of course, though, this man, whoever he was, pulled all-nighters all the time. But he was kind, and funny, and your soulmate. Those facts made up for his racing mind that would sometimes slam into you at three in the morning, waking you up instantly.

    You and your chosen shared dreams, when he did sleep, but you never clearly got a look at his face.

It’s great, but helpless doesn’t rhyme in the way you’re trying to make it, why don’t you try using, I don’t know, defenseless?

 He closed the channel for a minute and you frowned, glancing around the park you sighed, wondering why he was so quiet for once in his life. It was unsettling to you when he closed his connection, technically speaking it was a part of you being closed off, but you realized how often you closed your own channel and then you felt guilty seeing as he probably felt like this all the time, but you couldn’t help it. Your work- they politely suggested that you close off your channel during office hours, seeing as a soulmate is a distraction.

It’s perfect!

You let out a small laugh as he started the song again, then rolled your eyes and you checked the time, your break was over.

I have to go, sorry, my break’s over.

He shot back a quick goodbye, making you smile at how absorbed in his work he was, you then closed the connection with a small sigh.

One day you would meet him, and you would finally know his name. All these years of hearing him talk to you, think to you, confide in you, and you didn’t even know his name.

         It was a fate everyone had. You hear your chosen, you share each other’s dreams, yet you can’t see their face or know their name until you met them. Every time their name is uttered a low hum prevents you from hearing, and it’s infuriating. People say meeting your chosen is such a magical experience, and you frowned, not knowing how long you would have to wait to have that experience.

   Your chosen wasn’t technically a soulmate, it was someone the universe had chosen for you for a specific reason. They might be chosen for love, for friendship, or just for company. You knew plenty of people who loathed their chosen, some who even refused to open the channel. You even had a homosexual friend who had a woman as a chosen, really it just depended on what you needed in life. You had decided your chosen was for company, something the both of you needed.

    Letting yet another sigh escape your lips, you stuffed your pencil and sketchbook into the small light blue bag you carried everywhere.

 Light blue. It was a sign of calm, a reminder of the ocean, which you had a passion for, it is associated with depth and stability. Stability was a thing you needed in your life, and so blue was undoubtedly your favorite color.

  You smiled to yourself when you realized you were humming his song under your breath. You couldn’t be blamed though, the man was a genius with music. You silenced your thoughts and opened the connection for just a moment to hear him still tinkering with the words of his song, then closed it once more, your smile widening.


Turning to see who on earth would be screaming your name like a madman in the middle of New York at 10:00pm, you were met with your friend Daveed jogging up to you. His hair bouncing along with his steps, paired with his wide goofy grin made you laugh lightly.

   “Y/N! It’s so great to see you. How long’s it been? Two- three days?”

You rolled your eyes, shooting back a quick,

      “It’s been about two weeks, Daveed.”

He scratched the back of his neck, his smile softening.

     “Sorry, just been really busy. I’ve been working on a project- you’re not gonna believe this!”

You rolled your eyes playfully, motioning for him to continue.

 “Okay, this guy’s name is Lin-Manuel Miranda, he’s making a musical about Alexander Hamilton.”

Your eyebrows knit together in confusion as you asked,

   “So, this-”

 “Lin-Manuel Miranda.”

   “So, this Lin-Manuel Miranda is making a musical about some dude barely anyone knows about in history?”

Daveed nodded, letting out an airy laugh, then continuing,

“Yeah, I know I said the same thing when I was asked to join the project. That’s why I’m here actually, it’s still in workshop stages, and we need someone to read- well, sing for Elizabeth Schuyler.”

You arched an eyebrow.

   “Okay, and you’re talking to me because…?”

He huffed out a breath.

 “Do I have to spell it out? I’m asking you to read for Eliza.”

Shifting your weight, you checked the time, then scratched your cheek.

 “Okay, but why me?”

Daveed crossed his arms, shaking his head.

    “Come on, Y/N. Don’t act oblivious, I’ve heard you sing before!”

You mimicked Daveed, crossing your arms defensively,

 “Daveed, you heard me sing one time in college, and you were drunk off your ass. I really have to go, I’m gonna be late for work.”

He grabbed your shoulder, making you jump backwards, in surprise.

   “Please, I’m begging you Y/N. Just do this for me, please?”

You sighed, letting a small smile slip seamlessly back onto your lips.

  “I’ll think about it.”

Offering him a soft smile and a goodbye hug, you got to work barely a minute late, then surrounding yourself in the atmosphere.

  Working at a small cafe wasn’t too bad, but being a waitress meant rude comments, inappropriate touching from men that were far too old for you, and more rude comments. There were moments that saved your day though, like a nice elderly man asking why such a kind young woman would stay at a job like this, or a small shy child looking so proud of himself when he told you his order.

Thinks like that made your day better.

After a few hours, you were clearing off your last table, minutes away from going home.


You turned from the table, letting your attention fall to your coworker, Elian, she was a short middle aged single mom, sporting a bob cut, minimal makeup, small hoop earrings, and a soft personality. She had a sad, painful background, and it nearly made you want to cry every time you thought about it. Elian had a three-year-old son who had just recently relapsed into chemotherapy. Her husband had left her, claiming it was too much for him to handle.

  “What’s up, Elian?”

You brushed some hair that fell out of your ponytail behind your ear, then straightening out your apron.

 “I really hate to ask you this, but my son- he-”

      Her voice faltered, and you could see the tears in her eyes. Quickly you rushed to her side,

  “It’s okay, I’ll take your shift, go.”

She nodded, hiccupping once or twice, then rushing off. You sighed, plopping down gracefully in one of the booths, taking Elian’s shift meant 6 more hours were added to your own.

That meant absolutely zero sleep any time soon.

           Zero sleep was the least you could do for Elian, that woman deserved the world in her hands, and what she got was- You sighed again, shaking your head, and getting up. It was almost 1 am, which meant the college students would be coming in soon.

 They were easy to deal with, most of the college students coming at night were attempting all-nighters while trying to finish a project, so really all you had to do was remember to refill their coffee.

        It wasn’t too bad, and on the bright side, you stopped serving food past 12:00, so you would be left to your own thoughts.

 After about an hour of serving a 20-year-old looking boy, frantically typing something on his laptop, he paid and left, thanking you for the ‘fab’ coffee.

     You were left to yourself, this place was quite the hole in the wall, so you didn’t really expect anyone else to come in, especially if they were looking for food.

      Plugging in your phone to the main speakers, you smiled, singing along to ‘I Want to Know What Love Is’

I got to take a little time,

You took a soft breath,

A little time to think things over…

      Pausing with the music, you closed your eyes, and letting it take you, imagining you were center stage at your concert.

I better read between the lines,

In case I need it when I’m older.

   Your voice was a whisper, barely heard over the music,

Now this mountain I must climb

    You placed a hand to your heart,

Feels like a world upon my shoulders

And through the clouds I see love shine,

It keeps me warm as life grows colder…

    You clutched your chest, your voice rising, echoing through the restaurant,

In my life, there’s been heartache and pain,

I don’t know if I can face it again, can’t stop now, I’ve traveled too far to change this lonely life.

I want to know what love is

I want you to show me

I want to feel what love is

I know you can show me

   You let out another soft breath, rolling your shoulders, trying to relax your muscles.

I’m gonna take a little time,

A little time to look around me

    You gestured to yourself, smiling sadly, slowly getting into character with the song,

I’ve got nowhere left to hide,

It looks like love has finally found me.

    You clutched your shirt, belting out the next lyrics,

In my life,

There’s been heartache and pain.

I don’t know if I can face it again,

Can’t stop now, I’ve traveled too far

To change this lonely life.

   Loosening your grip on your shirt, you took another quick breath,

I want to know what love is,

I want you to show me

   You reached out your hand slightly as if begging someone to take it,

I want to feel what love is

     You let your hand drop,

I know you can show me…

    You continued to sing to the rest of the song, putting your heart into it, seeing as it was one of your favorites.

Letting out a soft breath you smiled in content, opening your eyes again, and quickly getting back to cleaning the register area and dramatically singing along with your music.

     You let the beat of Lovin’, Touchin’, Squeezin’ take you into your own dance, which naturally led to singing, and getting really into it. You twirled around, throwing your head back, running your hands through your hair, then down your sides, belting out the lines, and swaying your hips.

 You opened your eyes again, the words dying in your throat as you flinched away from the dark figure standing far too close to you. Screaming, you immediately threw a metal cup at the person before he stepped into the light, revealing Daveed, rubbing where the cup hit him in the face.

         “Oh, my god I’m so sorry! Why didn’t the bell ring when you opened the door?”

   You clutched your chest, trying to slow your breathing, then noticing the shorter Hispanic looking man standing next to Daveed. He had longer hair, just barely shoulder length, his eyes dark, analyzing you in a way that made you blush. You looked away before making eye contact with him,

      “What the hell were you doing Daveed?”

He smiled, his eyes sparkling as he quickly said,

     “I told Lin about you, and he said he wanted to meet you- it was the perfect opportunity, you had just started to sing I want to know what love is, and you were- damn you were belting!”

You cut him off with a sharp glare and hissed,

 “You could have told me you were coming!”

He responded with a shrug,

    “If I told you, we both know you’d make a lame excuse not to sing.”

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration,

 “Why didn’t you make me aware of your presence before I- before I started dancing?”

His dorky smile turned mischievous and, damn was he walking sex when he wanted to be.

    “Why would I ever do such a thing, Y/N? The way you were shaking those hips…”

He licked his lips, leaning onto the counter separating you from him. You blushed, slapping him on the side of the head, then huffing, and going to prepare his usual order.

  “You’re a real dick, Daveed, I hope you know that.”

You could hear his light chuckle before he responded,

  “Yeah, but you can’t deny that you want a piece of this, Y/N.”

Rolling your eyes and shaking your head, you were tempted to throw his coffee at him.

   “Lin-Manuel, isn’t it? Do you want some coffee? It’s on the house for having to watch that mess a few minutes ago…”

His laugh was musical and familiar.

  “No thanks, but really, would you consider singing for Eliza? Your voice is, it’s amazing…”

You gave a light chuckle,

    “Yeah, I’ll consider-”

You turned to give Daveed his coffee, but stopped short when you met Lin’s eyes. You didn’t even notice you had dropped his coffee as the dreams you had shared flooded over you, finally his face cleared and you saw him.


And you knew he was not chosen to be your friend, or just your company, you knew that you would fall in love with Lin-Manuel Miranda. Hell, you could probably rightfully say you were already in love with him.

   “Y/N? Oh, my god. You guys are chosen, aren’t you? Now have to be Eliza, Y/N.”

You tore your eyes from Lin just long enough to meet Daveed’s, a knowing smirk had taken over his face, and you let out an airy laugh. Looking back to Lin, he had never stopped staring at you, a wide smile graced his lips once you breathed out,



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Do You Trust Me?

Summary: Shawn’s going on tour for 2 months and you’re feeling a little insecure and jealous about it. He makes sure to show his love for you before he leaves, though. ;)

Requested: Not this time

I sat on the bed quietly as I watch Shawn place his acoustic guitar in its case, securing it afterward. He did this with all of his guitars, placing them in a corner next to his half-packed suitcase. His manager and bodyguard will be here in the morning to pick him up, along with all of the things that he packed.

“How long are you going to be gone again?” I asked, nervously biting my lip.

“2 months.” He replies folding and placing the shirt neatly into his suitcase. I nodded my head, continuing to bite my lip. I don’t like the feeling of Shawn leaving for that long. Yeah, it’s his job, but anything can happen while he’s out there.

Shawn must’ve noticed my uneasiness, because he set what he had in his hand down and climbed onto the bed, wrapping his arms around me. I snuggled into his chest.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” He asked kissing my forehead.

“Nothing,” I lied. “Just promise me you’ll be careful?”

“I’m alway careful,” Shawn said with a smile. I sat up and looked at him.

“No, you’re not. Remember that time at MAGCON?”

“That was an accident. Plus half of that was Cameron’s fault.” He replied with a smirk, leaning back on his hands. It’s always Cameron’s fault. Shawn’s smirk slowly faded away. “Really, babe, what’s wrong?”

I looked down at my hands. I’m not usually the jealous type and I don’t like feeling jealous, but right now I can’t help it. I look up to see Shawn watching me with concern written across his face.

“You’ll be traveling to different places every night where girls are constantly screaming your name.” I looked down at my hands, not wanting to make eye contact. “I just don’t want you to forget about me.” Shawn shook his head.

“Y/N, it’s only 2 month’s I’ll be back before you know it.” He countered.

“Yeah, Shawn! It’s 2 months with other girls who are throwing themselves at you 24/7! 2 months with other girls who would do just about anything to get into your pants!” I stressed, getting up from my seat on the bed and pacing around the room.

Shawn grabbed my hand and pulled me toward him. I stood between his legs as he intertwined our fingers.

“Your scared that I’m gonna change my mind about us?” He asked. I stayed quiet. “Do you trust me, Y/N?” I looked into Shawn’s brown eyes.

“Of course I trust you, Shawn. It’s all the pretty half dressed girls I don’t trust.” I said running one of my hands through his hair. I rested my forehead on his.

“They are pretty, huh?” Shawn joked. I slapped him in the arm as he chuckled. “Seriously, though, you’re the girl that I love, Y/N. I’m not changing my mind about us anytime soon.”

With that, he placed his lips on mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I straddled him as our kiss turned into a heated make out session.  

He moved down to my neck, kissing and biting down softly here and there. I closed my eyes enjoying the feeling of Shawn’s lips on my skin. That’s when I realized what was happening.

“Shawn, we can’t do this. You have to pack.” I panted in his ear as he got closer to my soft spot.

“I’ll finish in the morning.” He replied removing my shirt and attaching his lips back to my neck. I let out a moan when he found my soft spot.  

I slowly started to grind against him, removing his shirt. His hands tightened around my hips as he continued to suck on my neck. I ran my hands down his abs to his V-line as I quickened my pace.

“Shawn,” I moaned.

“S-stop,” Shawn panted in my ear, turning me on even more. “ Y/N, if you don’t stop now, I-I’m gonna cum in my pants.” He grunted.  Next thing I know, he’s on top of me, removing my pants and I remove his.

“You ready?” He asks. I nod my head, spreading my legs wider. He alines himself with my entrance and slowly enters me. I bit my lip, holding back a moan as Shawn lets out a grunt. I feel his breath on my neck as he thrusts into me.  

“Shawn, faster.” I moan. He picks up the pace and I let out a moan. I buck my hips for more friction, causing Shawn to go deeper. My eyes shoot open and a loud moan escapes my lips. “Yeah, baby, right there.” I use the heels of my feet to push Shawn deeper into me.

Shawn lets out a grunt as he lunges deeper into me, hitting this spot in my body, making me go crazy.

“Shawn! Don’t stop. Don’t stop, please.” I pant raking my nails hard down his back, causing Shawn to let out a hiss. “I’m close, baby. Don’t stop!”

After 2 more strong thrusts, I arch my back and Shawn stills inside of me as both of our highs come over us, leaving us sweaty and tried. Shawn lays next to me, wrapping an arm around my naked body.

“I’m defiantly not changing my mind anytime soon.” He says before we drift to sleep.

I'll Take Care of You (Part 1)

Pairing: Patient! Remus Lupin x Nurse! Reader

Word Count ∘ 2.5k


A/NEvery time I tell myself to keep a fic short, I fail to do so. This started out short and sweet, yet I turned it into something WAY longer than intended. Because of that, I’m cutting this into 2 or 3 parts, making it my first little series! It’s been ages since I’ve read the books so I might not remember some things about St. Mungo’s correctly, and I may have altered a few minor details to fit with the story. Well anyway, I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think! :) Your feedback is loved and very much appreciated. I’ll be releasing the next part(s) as soon as I can

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I already talk about it at length, anyways. See this tag. Here too.

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