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“And we didn’t even know each other...”

Look. I know Zayn and Louis applied for the same job. And Niall and Liam went to the same Busted concert (presumably when they were like 8 years old when Busted was touring before 1D was formed). Both of those things are neat coincidences.

But they aren’t very significant to any of them, because they’ve mentioned both of those things like one time in interviews over the course 6 years (and it was arguably to try and make the Script concert seem like less of a thing). 

You know what’s significant? What Harry himself made significant? 

The Script concert. He had to make a public declaration about it…twice!

“This place is incredible to me…I remember coming to quite a few gigs here. I remember I stood right there watching the Script and it turns out, Louis was at the same gig!“ - Manchester, 22 December 2011

“This venue is quite special to me. I’ve been to quite a few gigs here before. And I remember, about 3 years ago, I was stood just about there to watch the Script in here, and it turns out, that Louis was at the same gig!” - Manchester, 23 December 2011

Louis and Zayn have never described their mutual employment pursuits as “incredible” or “quite special.” And neither have Liam and Niall described the Busted concert that way, despite it being literally the same scenario as Louis and Harry attending a Script concert at the same venue on the same day.

So you have to wonder why Harry cares so much, why it’s such a curious thing that they were there, together, on the same night, at the same time, doing the same thing, and they didn’t even know each other. 

But then fate twisted, and they did meet, and became so important to each other, that it made the night they missed each other that much more significant. 

anonymous asked:

Hi I just wanted to let you know I'm currently supposed to be rehearsing but instead I keep re reading all your ereri fics and lemme tell you there is nothing sexy about Bach's complicated notes. Nothing. (But fuck me praise kink Eren is the best. Kudos to you. 10/10. Holy fuck.)

((sequel to ebony))

There is nothing sexy about Bach, and Eren knows this.

“Well done,” Levi tells him after he lifts his fingers off the keys, having just finished a particularly challenging piece. “You’ve become very skilled, Eren.”

It’s the way he says it, voice warm with approval and affection and pride - all those things he’s craved so much from Levi all these years - that makes Eren crack.

He swallows once, twice, around the heavy lump in his throat. “Really?” he says and feels so damn small under Levi’s gaze, as if expecting him to take his words back any moment now.

Levi doesn’t. In fact, he leans in closer to wind his arm around Eren’s shoulders, close enough that Eren can make out the faint scent of his cologne. “So modest,” he sighs, light yet intimate. His other hand comes to stroke over Eren’s cheek in a soft caress and then they’re locking eyes and Eren is so wonderfully trapped. “And handsome, too. I would’ve expected some lucky girl to steal you away, already.”

“I only want you,” he confesses, and Levi’s features soften into a smile.

“See? You’re such a darling,” he goes on and kisses Eren, just a barely-there brush on the lips. “Lovely both inside and out. Simply perfect.”

Eren crosses his legs very deliberately, and in an effort to distract himself from the heavy lust rising up from the pit of his stomach, he draws Levi in for an another kiss. It’s not too effective, since the warm pressure of Levi’s lips against his only makes him yearn for even more contact.

Of course, Levi is careful with him, always so careful. “Relax, Eren. Open your mouth a little wider,” he speaks into the miniscule space in between them, coaxing out tension from Eren’s shoulders that he hadn’t even noticed with a press of his hand. Then, after Eren’s melting into him, pliant and willing under his touch, he mutters in a low voice, “There you go, good boy,” before slotting their lips together again.

With only the tiniest hint of shame, Eren moans into the kiss and presses his legs together harder. He could wither to the floor, but luckily Levi’s arms are wrapped around him and not letting go. Those words echo in Eren’s head in an endless loop - good boy, good boy, Levi had called him a good boy - as he desperately tries to hold it together.

Levi’s hand is laid over the curve of Eren’s thigh, warm and natural and grounding somehow. “Oh? Do you like that?” Levi asks with his lips curving up into the slightest of smiles. “When I praise you?”

He should deny it, should hide away his selfish desires, because while Levi has been nothing but kind and patient with him, these are things that even Eren himself cannot begin to understand.

“Yes,” he admits at last and wants to run. Levi looks at him, and it’s like he’s gazing into Eren’s very soul, seeing him as he is, bared and raw and wanting.

“I like it, too,” Levi murmurs as he moves to trail kisses down along his neck. “You’re a very good boy, Eren, and I love you so, so much.” His voice wavers a little towards the end, but it must be true since his gaze on Eren is firm and insistent.

There are tears brimming up from somewhere behind Eren’s eyes that he blinks away as quickly as he can. “Oh,” he croaks. His hands are itching to reach out and grab on to Levi’s pristine white collar and his tie and the lapels of his vest, to mess him up just a little. But he’s so weak in Levi’s embrace, and his fingers shake as he tugs at the fabric of Levi’s shirt, fumbling and indecisive.

“I love you,” Levi repeats as he leans closer, his thumb sweeping over Eren’s lips that open up easily under his touch. “Such a good boy.”

It’s a good thing that Levi kisses him again just then, because Eren is sure he would have let out a very embarrassing mewl had his mouth not been otherwise occupied  He can feel it, though, heady arousal clouding his head and pleasant heat spreading up along his body. Whenever Levi speaks kind words to him, or kisses him, or touches him like he’s something precious and dear to him, Eren’s heart becomes so light and full of affection unlike anything he’s ever felt before.

He calls out Levi’s name against his lips, only inches apart. “I don’t know what to do with myself when you’re around,” he blurts out in an unsteady voice, his hands grasping on to Levi harder as if he might fade away like a mirage.

But Levi is there, he’s real and warm and solid under Eren’s touch. “Me neither,” he murmurs while trailing patterns over the small of Eren’s back with his fingertips, searching, wandering, mapping him out. Being this close to Levi is intoxicating, and knowing that his presence has a similar effect of Levi gives Eren such a rush.

There are a couple of stray hairs resting over Levi’s forehead that Eren tucks back behind his ear, lingering for a while. “Are we done with Bach for today?” he asks with the most persuasive smile he can manage.

“Sure.” Levi laces their fingers together and squeezes lightly. “You wanna try some Händel instead?”

Händel is quite possibly the last thing on Eren’s mind - or maybe second to last, right before Bach - so he makes a big show out of rolling his eyes and groaning and complaining about how Levi had completely ruined the mood with that suggestion.

“Come on, Händel is romantic,” Levi claims with a grin. “And I know you’re talented enough to pull it off.”

“Really?” Eren doesn’t bother trying to hide the hint of coyness in his voice, because while he doesn’t particularly care for Händel, he’s extremely interested in any and every opportunity to have Levi compliment him. “You think so?”

“Of course,” Levi states without a shadow of a doubt. “I can tell you’ve been practising a lot, you’d probably do well with something more complicated.

Doing well, especially with Levi watching, makes something restless and wild stir in Eren.

“Okay, we’ll do Händel, then,” he says with a long exhale, and after Levi’s turned his attention towards the notebooks scattered on top of the piano, adds in a barely audible voice, “Fuck.”

“That part comes later tonight,” Levi intones like he’s talking about the weather, and Eren flushes right up to the roots of his hair. “But for now, let’s start with this one, shall we?’

Eren stares at the notes placed in front of him and concentrates. The ivory is cool and familiar against his skin, his hands finding their way to the right keys without second thought, hovering there as he prepares himself.

“Good boy,” Levi whispers and kisses the shell of his ear, lightly, like a promise. “Whenever you’re ready, my love.”

  • what she says: I have a bit of a migraine
  • what she means: I'm literally going to die my entire brain is falling out I can't see for all the blood pumping in my eyes and I'm afraid to take my meds because I'll probably just barf them up but no I'm not going to the hospital because health care is expensive I'll just tough it out can you pour me another fifteen cups of coffee while I lay on the cool tile of the bathroom floor and wait for the sweet release of death.
EXO Reaction To Falling In Love With A Foreigner

@khalssi requested:  Hiii!! Can I request an EXO reaction to them falling in love with a foreing person, please and thank youuu ♥️


Originally posted by secrethideoutme

*I think I love her omg what do I do*


Originally posted by daenso

*freaks out internally, stays mostly chill externally*


Originally posted by angel-in-slow-motion

*plays it cool and flirts to the max*


Originally posted by sehunlays

*gives you flowers to show affection towards you*


Originally posted by suhokai

*probably screaming in the distance but tries to play it cool around you*


Originally posted by yeollovemebaek

*acts super cute around you*


Originally posted by daenso

*laughs at the smallest things you do and makes him smile*


Originally posted by kaibility

*just acts more cutesy towards you and fluffs everthing up*


Originally posted by sebaeked

*laughs at himself and then screams internally bc oh my god he’s falling in love*

In Dreams 11

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The sound is what gets to him, the gagging, retching noise as she unloads her stomach contents, or what’s left of it anyway. He lays a cold washcloth over the back of her neck, and cups his palm over it. She reaches back and lays her cool, shaky hand over his.

“Thank you,” she rasps, her voice ruined by the repeated rounds of sickness.

He settles onto the floor behind her and wraps an arm around her waist.

“It’s gonna get better,” he says softly against her shoulder.

“You don’t know that,” she whispers, pressing her forehead against the edge of the toilet seat.

“You can’t let this thing beat you, Scully,” he tells her.

There is a long silence, the only sound is the running toilet and her rattling breath. In and out, in and out. He looks at the black and white tiles of her floor and notes how they look like an art deco honeycomb.

“I don’t have any control,” she whispers. “I think that’s what I hate the most.”

“It’s gonna be okay,” he assures her, rubbing the flat of his palm up and down her back. He can feel every protruding vertebrae, every hill and valley of her ribs, feel her lungs expanding and contracting, her pulse thudding against her spine.

“It’s not,” she says softly. “The tumor isn’t responding to any of the treatment. This is going to kill me. You need to be ready, Mulder. You need to be able to let me go on without you.”

He feels tears stinging in his eyes as he presses his forehead into her shoulder.

“Please,” he implores. “Please don’t give up.”

He wakes, with a start, in the quiet dark of her apartment. Her couch is not as comfortable as his, but it’s done the trick for the last week or so. He blinks and tries to acclimate himself when he catches sight of her by the door. She is shrugging into a jacket and patting about for her keys.

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Which include their power, what they grant, types of offerings and amount of children, as well as the place they stay. 

This post is because I’ve had a great interest in Greek Mythology since I was young so I imagined a Greek God AU, perhaps I’ll make some scenarios based off of this.There has been a Military AU so why not a Greek God AU.

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