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Ride Me Baby *Part 4* (Harry Styles Mini Series)

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Hey guys this chapter is very sexual/sad so this is a warning. But I did enjoy writing this chapter, there is going to big a big story line in the next chapter so be sure to keep an eye out. But without further of due here is chapter 4, I hope you guys enjoy this one-K xxx




 Word Count: 4,832

Harry’s POV

Sitting in the coffee shop looking at my phone, trying to think of who to call. I only really have Y/N here with me in LA that I could really stay with and talk to, I miss London. The only person that comes to mind is Kendall but its only going to make things worse if I call her. She is the only person who I can think of right now. “Hey Harry, how was your vacation?” Kendall’s voice, so chirpy on the other line. This is the awakening I needed, I knew I was making the wrong decision. “Eh, sorry Kendall, didn’t mean to dial your number” “Oh, no worries, Ill talk to you later on” “Okay take care” I immediately hung up the phone. I paid the cashier and walked back to our apartment, well I ran, to make sure that Y/N was still there, hopefully waiting for me to come back like she always does.

I swiftly opened the front door and I walked into the living room to see my beautiful fiancé sleeping on the sofa with her legs tucked in front of her stomach. She looked so peaceful, but most likely not the way she fell sleep. I walked closely to her and knelt down to see her face, her makeup smeared down her face. To think I had done that to her was the worst feeling in the world. I knew that I had to fix this. I slowly pulled her body towards mine and I lifted her to our bed and tucked her in. I gave her a light kiss to her forehead and tip toed out the door. “I didn’t think you would have came back” I wimper of a voice whispered and I turned around to see her pale complexion looking directly at me. “Baby of course I came back, I love you, so much. I just needed a little breather that’s all” I sat down beside her and took her hands into mine. “You know nothing will ever break us, not Kendall, no the media, no one. Okay?” “Okay Harry, I love you. And I’m sorry, for everything” Her lip started to quiver as she looked down at our hands intertwined. “Y/N don’t ever think this is just your fault. I’m the main one to blame here” “No Harry your not. Your a nice guy that likes to keep everyone on good terms and I get that. I was never worried about us or you ever cheating on me because I know that you would never do that. Its just what she would be capiable of doing was something that I was more worried about.” “What do you mean?” She raised her body so she was sitting up properly facing me. “I don’t know the girl, but she comes across nice and polite because that’s just what the media is painting her out to be. And the media paints me out to be some nobody who stole harry from a celebrity, which don’t worry I’m not saying that I’m offended by that which I’m not. Its just that’s what I think she thinks of me too” I sat and thought long and hard about what she was saying, and you know what? It actually makes sense. I mean, yeah loads of celebrities always marry or date different celebrities, but that doesn’t mean that its always like that. “I get what your saying, it does make sense. But right now, I don’t care, and you shouldn’t let that affect our relationship because at the end of the day if Kendall was a decent friend, she wouldn’t even be having them thoughts. If that’s her plan well then she’s turned out to be a cunt, just saying” We both started laughing and I looked at her face studying mine. “Yeah your right” “I know I’m right, okay?” “Okay” “I love you and I don’t want you listening to anyone else and get on with our lives, right?” “Right” She giggled as she sat up and kissed me hard. “Right then, lets go and tell everyone the good news” Her face dropped as if I had pulled the P word out on her. I looked at her ring and pointed towards it. She immediately started laughing “Yes oh my god, I completely forgot” “Well lets make it something that you never want to forget” I lifted her off of the bed and swung her legs around my torso and pushed her lips onto mine. My hands went swiftly to her perked bum and gave her cheeks a good squeeze. “First stop, mums?” “But, that’s in England” “Well youll need to start packing”


I couldn’t believe that me and Harry were on our way to visit his family and tell them the good news. I just hope that the press haven’t leaked anything out to the public, but so far so good. Once me and harry got off the aeroplane we walked straight to his car and drove off to Cheshire. I love it when we go places so spontaciously and that paps don’t know a thing, it just makes you feel like your you, and your free, like a nobody. But in a good way. I rolled down the window as he drove down the motorway to the town and just took in the lovely fresh air and looked around the natural scenery around us. So peaceful, I wish we could come down to his home more because its just so refreshing. “Im so happy we are finally telling people about us, I cant wait” Harry stated as he took my hand from my thigh and intertwined our fingers to softly yet passionately. “Im so glad we are back home, feels like ages from we have been here” “I know I’m sure your excited to see everyone again, especially the fam bam” I giggled as he looked at me in complete awe in what I was saying. I loved the way he looked at me when I was talking. It felt like he was just lost in my words. I loved the way his mouth sometimes moved to the words that I was saying, the way his eyes diverts to mine then back to my moving lips. “Your my family now too, so no matter where I go, you are my family” “Harry” I gave his cheek a quick peck, I didn’t want him to loose concentration of the road ahead.

We finally got to the village/town, and it was so homey, the tiny markets outside, the small shops around the squared off town, it was just something about it that made me see that this is was peace is like. “Here we are” “Thank god my bum is going numb” Harry giggled when I said that while rubbing my bum under the seat. “Ill help and make the numbness go away babe” His hand clung straight to my waist to move me up and he put his hands right under my bum. “Babe I think its okay” His chuckle filled the whole car, my favourite sound. We got out of the car and went straight to the boot to grab our bags, of course mine being heavier than his. And being the gentleman that he is he took most of the bags and let me go in first to help him open the doors, but I always knock, its very rude if you don’t, mother in law to be or not. “Harry! Y/N! I’m so happy you guys are here, oh my word” Anne came rushing out through the door before I even had reached it. “Y/N let me take them off your hands love, please come inside” “Thank you Anne” As I walked into the porch of their beautiful home I was welcomed by Harry’s dad, step dad, Gemma and a whole lot of his family and old friends. “Wow mum this is amazing, did you tell the whole town to come town and surprise us?” “Harry this is a rare moment, we almost never see you down here so we had to make the most of it” Robin said as he came from the kitchen and grabbed the suitcases from Harry then went for a hug. “Missed you guys so much” He went to Anne and gave her the longest hug ever. Looking across at Harry I seen a few tears streaming down his face, but of course Harry tried to hide it from everyone, but nothing passes me. “Thank you all so much for coming” He mumbled as he tried to save his voice from admitting he got abit emotional. Of course I would want him to be emotional. He hasn’t seen his family from my birthday which was a good 7 months ago. I walked over to Harry when everyone started walking into the kitchen to serve out food and what not. “Hey, you okay?” “Yeah baby I’m good” We shared a quick kiss and made out way into the kitchen to join the rest of the party. “Harry” Gemma screamed, running towards us as fast as she could get past people. The amount of people is incredible, its so hard to know where to go. “Oh my god Gem” Harry whisked her up off of the floor doing a little twirl. “Harry I cant believe your here, this is insane” Her eyes diverted to mine and again her eyes widened and she made a little scream out of her little frame and tried to tackle harry to get at me. “Y/N oh my god I didn’t know you were coming this is unreal, ahh I missed you girl” She gripped my waist and lifted me off of the floor giving me the tightest hug ever. Im not a very forthcoming person when it comes to hugs and stuff, but with Gemma ill have to get used to it. “Hey Gemma its so nice to see you too” “We have so much to catch up on girl” “I know its been ages, so happy that I’m here” “Good, were so happy that you came” “Me too chick me too” “Listen up everyone” I hear Robin shout to the crowd. “Im so happy ad grateful that you guys have came out here today to celebrate our main man and his woman back home” The applauds filled the room as we looked around, everyone looking at us, I hate this kind of attention so I rolled my headi into Harrys shoulders, and his hand moved directly to my waist and kissed my head. “But Harry I have a surprise for you, cmon out lads” Thats when Niall and Liam came strutting out of the living room and into the kitchen with their sassy walks they put on making all of us laugh and cheer. “Lads” His hands left them to go over to them and give them a hug. Its so nice to see them all still friends and getting along, I think that’s what all of us wanted.

Harry’s POV

I’m so happy that everyone came out here to welcome us home, even the lads, I’m still beyond shocked. I was sitting with Liam and Niall catching up. Talking about the movie, their new music, personal lives, everything that we needed to talk about. I miss these lads so much, but there is only so much time of your life you can be with them. I do really miss it though. I caught a quick glimpse of Y/N talking to mum, dad and Gem, I love the way that they connect, I just knew that she was the one for me, but seeing them get along with no drama is what made it the final decision breaker. It wouldn’t have mattered either way but its brownie points really. “Y/N” I shouted over to grab her attention from the deep conversation they were having. “C ’mere love” “Okay ill be right over” “Lads gimmie one second I just need to talk to Y/N is that okay?” “Of course it is man take your time with the missis” Niall replied. “Cheers mate” I replied and met Y/N half way. “What’s up babe” Y/N smiled at me with that cute smile, she’s irresistible. “I think its time to tell them about us” Her eyes gave a doubtful look, then looked around us. “I mean, here, now? I mean I thought we were just telling you parents?” “But what a perfect way to tell everyone. This is all my friends ad family here, everyone is going to find out eventually, and I would rather let them hear it from us than the media, then that would be a whole blow up, and that’s the last thing I want. Please” I pouted at her, I grabbed her hands and placed them on my waist. I pulled her in more towards me so I could read her expressions better. “Okay if that’s what you want I don’t mind” “Look I know that you don’t like big crowds, but I think the time is perfect right now” “Okay” She looked down at her hands on me, trying to hide her nerves in her face. “I love you” “Love you H” She pulled up her face to give me a kiss. Her lips. I could taste them forever. “Guys can I have everyone’s attention, we have a announcement. Everybody” All eyes diverted to us as we stood with our hands interlinked. I looked down at Y/N which she was already facing me. “Me and Y/N are engaged” Everyone’s awes and applauding came with no hesitation, and the floods of all familiar faces came straight towards us to congratulate us. This is going to be a long but unreal day.

A few hours had passed and everyone had left, bar a few close friends that lived nearby so they took it upon themselves to stay longer, which they are more than welcome to. Me, Y/N and Mum were sitting in the kitchen beside the island continuing talking, but most importantly about the wedding. “I still cant believe you guys are engaged. More to the fact I still cant believe that I missed this huge rock on your finger, how could I miss that” Her hand couldn’t let go of Y/N’s, looking at the ring. Y/N couldn’t swipe the smile off of her face as Mum couldn’t take her eyes off it. “Harry has good taste don’t you baby” “I do, anything for my princess” I walked over behind Y/N and put my arms around her shoulders and gave her a kiss to the top of her head. “I think this is enough wedding talk for one night, I think me and Y/N will hit the hay” “Yeah I am getting a little tired” “No problem my lovelies, we can discuss more about the wedding tomorrow, ahh, the wedding, this is so exciting” Mum started to welt up as mothers do. “Mum c’mon don’t be a blubbering mess now, what are you not going to be like at the wedding” I walked over to her and gave her a hug. “I know I know, its a mum thing I think” A mini chuckle came from her as she looked up at me, smiling. “I love you mum but were going to bed, night” “Goodnight my lovelies, sleep tight” “Goodnight Anne”

We both walked upstairs into the bedroom and closed the door shut. I sat down on the bed and took my shoes off giving a sign of relief. “Thank god that evening is over, now I can just sleep” Y/N made her way over to me and pushed me back onto the bed. She pushed herself up on me and pulled her hands through my hair. Oh my god. “Is that all you wanna do..? Just sleep?” Her smirk just lit up the whole room, that sexy smirk that only I see behind closed doors. “Well what else did you have in mind?” I looked at her sexy curves, her dress so tight that it fit and extenuated her body to perfection. “Mmm I’m not sure, but defiantly not sleeping” Her face was not even inches away from mine, torturing me to kiss her, but I wasn’t going to give in, not yet. She quickly got up and made her way til a few feet in front of me. “Babe where are you doing?” “Watching you squirm as I tease the fuck out of you” She slowly took her hair out of her bun and shook it like in one of those hair adverts, so hot. Her hands made her way down to her hips, around her waist and back up to under her breasts. A massive gulp noise came from me as I witnessed her hands moving to remove her dress. My dick is rock hard right now, and I know she can see it. She slowly took her dress off, strap by strap. She pushed it down her waist until it landed like a pool at the bottom of her feet. She pushed it to the side, when I realised what she was wearing. The underwear that I got her before we left for England. “Fuck” I whispered to myself, which was pointless because she heard anyway. Her hands went straight down for her heat, and she didn’t hesitate to move her hand right underneath her knickers and inside of her. Fuck. Her hand started to move in circular motions as her eyes closed with pleasure. I sat on the bed, wanting to touch my rock hard on but I wanted to tease myself, I couldn’t give in, even though this was something that I imagined every single time I was away for work and I was alone. All I could do is imagine her rubbing herself while I fucked my hand to get me off, even though I wanted it to be her. Her moans escaped her mouth when her fingers went deeper. “Let me touch you, please let me touch you” “You have to be good Harry, you cant just get me and not work for it” Her smirk still was the only prominent feature on her face tonight. She was up to something and I liked where this was going. “I don’t care” I quickly got up and lifted her off of the ground and wrapped her legs around me. “Did you really think you were going to get away with teasing me like this? Your going to pay for this” I walked us into the bathroom and pushed her down, turned her around and bent her over the sink. I quickly took out my hard cock and bashed it right into her slick hole. “Aw oh my god Harry” Her moans sky rocketed so loud that the neighbours could hear her. I quickly moved my hand to her mouth while I rammed harder into her tight little virgin like pussy. She doesn’t stretch out which is insanely hot, its like she’s a fucking a virgin every time. “Harry” “Fuck your always so tight for me, you wee whore” I felt like I could feel every inch of her wrapped around me, she feels so warm. Fuck. I’m not wearing a condom. “Baby I have to stop, I’m not using a condom” “Don’t care, just keep going” Her pants and pleasure was all she had in her mind right now. My wit went straight from my head and listened to her and continued pounding into her. My other hand was helping balance her while I fucked her senseless, and my god was this hot. The mirror started to steam up in front of us but I don’t care. She was looking into it while I fucked her. If this is the main thing that is getting her off, ill fucking buy a million mirrors for our house. “You like watching me fuck you, you little slut, you fucking like seeing me ram into you don’t you?” Her moans again got louder which made he smack her ass to get her to shut up, but that never was going to happen. She liked being smacked really hard along her ass. There isn’t a lot of things this girl doesn’t like, and its fucking filthy and sexy. Her body started to shake and she grabbed the sink until her fingers turned white from the pressure, I knew she was coming. As her orgasm came, her walls started clenching around me tighter and tighter. One more thrust, one more thrust and I need to pull out. I pulled out before I came and I quickly started to pump onto her back, watching her in the mirror using her fingers to rub her bean until she came again. I busted my nut all over her back with the biggest moan I’ve ever let out of me. Even when we are in our on house I don’t think we’ve ever been this loud. Maybe its the thought of getting caught in my parents house is the thrill. “Satisfied?” She asked as I pulled some toilet roll off and wiped my cum off of her back. “More than that baby” We left the bathroom and I went straight into the bed, curled up and enjoyed the nice cool duvet’s sheets. Even though its November, I still loved the cool bed linen against my skin, especially after sex. Minutes later Y/N joined me in bed with her little silky shorts and lace bra on and wrapped herself around me and placed her head on my chest. “Gnight H, love you” “Love you more”


I woke up extremely early this morning, like I do every morning. But of course a day that I wasn’t to sleep in, that never happens. The sun was splitting through the curtains which probably didn’t help either. Me and Harry were to worried about riding each other to care about the curtains. Thinking about last night, and how hot it was, it was such a turn on. I had to snap out of it, or else id get horny again. I got up every so quietly and got myself into the shower. I couldn’t get last night out of my head as I continued to wash my body and hair. I couldn’t contain it anymore, I have to do something. I pushed my fingers down to my core and pushed them in as the other hand went straight to my clit, rubbing it abit. And by god was I wet, not from the shower of course. It felt amazing as always. But it wasn’t enough for me. When I tilted my head up from the pleasure I realised the shower head. The shower head is removable. I quickly removed the shower head and brought it straight down to my heat. I moaned out loudly in pleasure, not caring if anyone heard. I took it deeper to my clit, making sure it got everywhere around and in my pussy. My fingers help pump ever so slowly then bashing in so hard to get that spot Harry loves. Thinking about all these different scenarios in my head and repeating the memories from last night was getting me to come quicker than what I thought. “Y/N what are you doing” Harrys faced scared the living death out of me, and the worst part is he caught me masturbating. He has never ever seen me do this before. Oh god, this is so embarrassing. What do I say or do? I froze and dropped the shower head out of my hand.

Harry’s POV

I started to waken up a little when I realise Y/N isn’t here in bed with me, but then I turned around to go back to sleep again. She’s probably went to get water or something, she will be back soon I’m sure. As I went back to sleep I suddenly heard this massive moan coming from the bathroom. I jolted up out of bed and continued to listen. Then I realised that the bathroom light was blaring and the door was slightly open. I wonder what she is doing in there. I put on some boxers and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, then headed towards the bathroom door. I peeped through because I didn’t want to invade her privacy but I wanted to make sure she was okay. Then I see the outline of Y/N. The shower head wasn’t showering her, it was pleasuring her. Ive never ever seen her masturbate, and this just throw me off the edge, I have to help her out before I cum in my boxers just watching her. I slowly went up to the shower door because I didn’t want to scare her. I opened the shower door to her fingering herself and the shower head stuck to her clit, her unaware of my presence. “Y/N what are you doing?” Her face and body froze when I startled her. I don’t think she ever waned to get caught, especially by me. She dropped the shower head and left it dangling from the machine. “Nothing” “Doesn’t seem like nothing to me” I threw a cheeky smile her way, then her face went red. “Babe don’t be embarrassed, I do it all the time when I’m not with you, but you d it so well, it never satisfies me. But its so hot to see you though” I quickly took my boxers off and joined her in the shower. “Mind if I give you a hand?” “Um, yeah, okay” She is still lost for words, she’s so innocent, but pure filthy at the same time. I grabbed the shower head and put it straight to her clit causing her to jump from pleasure. “Does that feel good baby” Her moans just gave me the answer. She didn’t have to say anything else. I lowered myself down til my face was parallel to her heat. I pushed the shower head away and went straight to eat her out. She tasted so sweet, and her juices were creating a pool in my mouth. “You didn’t get enough last night no? You dirty girl” Her hands went straight for my hair, dragging each strand through her fingers. “I’m cumming H oh my god I’m cumming. I grabbed her waist and pulled it further while her juices started to flow down my face. While she is shaking I try to lap up and down her pussy until she is finished from her high. “Wow” was the only thing that came out of her mouth after I was finished with her. “Satisfied?” “Haha very funny” She mocked with a hint of sarcasam in her tone. “Hey watch your words missy, or  ill not eat you out for a week” “Thats okay I have the shower head to keep me company” She giggled in the process of leaving the shower and wrapping a towel around herself. I got out and grabbed another towel and wrapped it around my waist. We both walked out to the bedroom and I sat down taking out my phone, checking out some emails. “You didn’t even get washed you just got dirtier” “Hey watch your words Styles, or ill not give you a blowjob for a whole week” She scowlded, again in a sarcastic tone. “Okay you win” mumbling under my breath I gave into her. “Works everytime” A satisfied grim wiped along her face that I could just kiss right off if I could twenty four seven. There was a sudden loud banging on our bedroom door which knocked us out of our sexual tension. “Harry, Y/N please answee the door, hurry” Harry looked at me in pure fear and ran to answer the door to reveal a crying Gemma, shaking and in utter shock. “Gemma what is going on” “Harry, its dad” My heart sank into the lowest part in my chest that I didn’t know was possible. Not again. “He better not be…” “He’s gone” Gemma started squealing bloody murder. His he gone?

I know the ending is a massive cliff hanger, and I’m sorry if the last bit has distressed any readers/fans of this series. But I hope you guys like this chapter. I will be posting again on Wednesday/Thursday latest. So make sure to keep a eye out on my page. If you have any thoughts or comments please don’t hesitate to contact me and ill get back to you asap. Thank you -K xx


Women’s Appreciation Week | Day Seven ♀ free choice

someone: oh my god were you CRYING???

me, not even 4 minutes after a full on breakdown: 

so i just saw captain underpants and I HAVE (spoiler-free) THOUGHTS

  • the animation is just gorgeous
  • it took all the best parts of the first four books and smashed it up into one
  • the voice acting is great. the kids sound a bit old but you get used to it quick
  • also i cracked up when harold accidentally tore the page bc i ALWAYS DID THAT
  • mr. krupp was fucking hilarious
  • actually so were most of the scenes in the school
  • the kid in the locker? me. actually me.
  • i really liked that george and harold have a very touchy-feely and openly sentimental friendship, but no one ever makes fun of it and it’s never treated as weird – it’s a bit of a double-standard that boys can’t be as affectionate with their friends as girls so i’m glad to see the movie doesn’t fall into that
  • the entire scene in the treehouse where krupp keeps snapping back and forth between his real personality and the captain
  • mentioning the animation again because it’s really beautiful
  • the puns, oh my god the puns
  • also i haven’t laughed that hard at poop jokes in ages but seriously the writing is great
  • it also didn’t skimp on the social commentary that’s in the original books
  • please go see it
  • if you read the books, you’ll be happy with it. if not, it’s a great movie on its own
Coffee at the library...

Chris Evans x Reader 
Pure Fluff , maybe a little warning against stress during studying? 
Words: 4996

(and as always, I would really love feedback - I wanna improve!) 

Hours that feels like days, that’s how long I’ve been here at the library.

Reading, taking notes, writing page after page in a soul crushing attempt of getting my mind wrapped around this huge school assignment that’s going to count for 50% of my finals. A part of me dreads that I will never be done. I will fail miserably and end my days as a stripper in some dark and shady club. 

A big sigh of defeat leaves me, as I put down my pencil.

My back is sore, my neck stiff and my butt is numb from sitting on the hard library chairs for so long without moving. 

I roll my shoulders a bit back and forth, trying to get the blood flowing again and get the tension out of my body. 

As I stretch my back with my hands high above my head, I hear a loud cracking noise coming from the top of my spine and travels to the bottom. God, it feels good.

I’ve been bottled up in my own little world of studying for so long, that I haven’t seen the people come and go around me.

To my right there’s a couple of girls I’ve seen around school. They too are hard at work at some unknown assignments. One of them chewing her pencil with a frustrated look on her face. “I know how you feel, girl!” I think to myself.

At one of the many book cases is a guy, holding an already big pile of books. He’s searching for another one, and is so completely focused in his task, that he doesn’t notice the redhead girl standing in front of him, reading the back of a book cover.

I watch what happens like it was a movie playing in front of me. I could have warned him, but for some reason I don’t. 

He walks into her back, both of them jump by the sudden disturbance of their concentration. He drops the pile of books from his hands in shock, and immediately starts to apologize his clumsiness to her.

They both bend down to pick up the scattered books on the floor and bang their heads together, which just makes him apologize even more.

I can’t hear what she’s saying, but she’s clearly not mad as she sends him a dazzling smile and put her hand on his forearm in reassurance. It’s cute how he blushes, and even cuter how they both reach out for the same book and instead grasp each other’s hands.

I can’t help but to smile at that little happening. It’s like taken out of the perfect romantic movie.

I secretly hope he asks her out. It would be the perfect story to tell their future kids, ‘I met your mother at the library, almost knocking her over with my big pile of books. She was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen…’

I look around, taking in the surroundings and the people around me. An old couple looking at books together. More students. A couple of kids by the comic books. A mother with a baby on her arm, looking like she could lay down on the floor, curl up and sleep for hours.

I love to people watch, and a big library like this, gets all kinds of types to come.

I’m about to pick up my pencil again and turn my focus to the books, when I notice the guy sitting at the next table right in front of mine.

Jesus Christ, he is gorgeous!

My hand has frozen mid air above my pencil case, and I’m embarrassed to say… I just stare with my mouth slightly open.

He is extremely good looking, not the kind of guy you usually picture in a library, more likely on the football field or maybe in a fitness center. 

He has dirty blond hair that’s slightly tousled as if he has been pulling it in frustration. His jaw line is to kill for, with a nice scruff covering it. I’m pretty sure it would cut me if I touched his jaw. Oh God, I want to touch his jaw! 

Broad shoulders that are hunched over the books on the table, Muscles straining against his navy blue t-shirt, big arms that makes my thoughts go right to the gutter. His biceps, slightly moving when he scribbles or turns a page in one of the many books.

Under the table, his long legs are stretched out showing off his immensely strong thighs. Holy shit, the images going through my mind! Oh, what a girl could do on those thighs. Naughty naughty!

That guy is pure hotness, and images that isn’t suited for a library is running through my mind. 

I can’t seem to get my eyes off of him, and I think he senses that, because suddenly he looks up and looks right to me.

I look right into the most beautiful set of eyes. Light blue, with a hint of green in them, framed with a darker shade of blue. Just stunning!

At first he looks at me with a bit of confusion. The look of someone coming back to reality after being concentrated for a very long time.

But his confused frown quickly gets erased by an amazing, breathtaking smile. 

Literally breathtaking, I forget how to breathe for a few seconds, before I get myself together and smile back at him and then look down to my books again. Red heat is creeping up and staining my cheeks.

When I look up again he is back to work, focusing on whatever he is writing. But now there’s a light smile on his lips.

Jesus, that guy is dreamy! 

Guess who’s back… In the library… Buried in books and ready to give up all of this studying, to become a burger flipper at some cheesy burger joint. Yes, it’s me…! 

The library is buzzing today. Quiet buzzing, it is after all a library, but there’s a lot more people today than there’s been the last couple of days. Yeah, I should know, I’ve been here every day for 5 days, and I’m not done yet. 

It’s that time of year, where everybody is working on some sort of big assignment, and apparently today is 'going-to-the-library-day’ for everyone. 

I don’t mind though, everybody seems to be occupied by their own things, so there’s not really any disturbance. And I get to people watch again, whenever I take a break from the books. 

I can’t deny I’ve been looking for that guy the last couple of days, the blue eyed god of handsomeness I like to call him now. And 3 out of 5 days he has been there in front of me, distracting me with his good looks and frustrated grunts when his paper isn’t going as smoothly as wanted. 

We’ve been smiling hello and goodbye smiles when either of us arrives or goes home. Even a few “I feel you, this is shit” smiles, when one of us makes just a tad too loud sound of frustration. But that’s it….unfortunately. 

And today he’s not there to distract me with thoughts of not that much pureness. Maybe that’s for the better. 

I chuckle a little to myself, and start looking around. 

The red haired girl is back again second day in a row. Casually strolling through the section from the other day. She keeps looking around though, so I’m not sure she’s here for the books. 

I catch her eyes and send her a warm smile. Whatever or whoever she is looking for, I hope she’ll find. But I have a great idea of it being a who, a guy with a big stack of books to be exact. 

Geez, the cheesy romantic movie scenario in my mind won’t stop. I’m a total sab aren’t I? But I do love a good love story. 

Please book-guy-dude come and find your book-girl with the fiery red hair and the dazzling smile. She’s looking for you. 

My focus returns to the books with a smile on my lips, a new energy is suddenly in me, and I’m soon lost for the world around me again. 


What is that? My mind knows that smell… Oh god, its coffee! Who am I going to beat up to steal their coffee? 

My head snap up to find the one with the delicious smelling brew, but instead of coffee, I see him. 

Even with tired eyes and hidden in a big hoodie he looks absolutely mouthwatering. 

He does look utterly beat up today though. I don’t think he has slept in a while. And my, up till now non existing maternal instinct is suddenly awoken. 

All I want to do is to wrap him in blankets, give him a tight hug and rock him gently from side to side until he is sound asleep like a kid in its mother’s arms. Where did that come from? 

The protecting feeling is swept aside as fast as I got there, when I get a whiff of the coffee again. 

Dammit, I really need coffee! 

My eyes and nose search for the magic elixir of life, and find a girl just 2 seats beside me, with a big beautiful cup of mocha. 

“Excuse me, girl with the coffee” I whisper not to disturb other people around us. She looks up, kind of confused but then gives me a smile to continue. “Where did you buy that?” I point to the large paper cup with the plastic lid, spreading the wonderful aroma around us. She looks quickly at the cup and then back to me “outside the library, they put up a small coffee stand. They do that every year around this time, for all of the students working on their big projects”. That is words from the mouth of an angel I think to myself. “Would you mind looking after my things while I go grab a cup?” I ask probably looking like a lost puppy by the thought of coffee being so close to me, yet so far. 

She chuckles and gives me a nod. 

I quickly grab my purse and stand while whispering a hushed thank you. 

On my way out there I walk right past the Blue eyed God of handsomeness, he looks up as I pass giving me a tired defeated smile. 

And there comes the motherly instinct again, I just want to hug him and tell him that everything is going to be alright. I don’t though, but I do give him a knowing smile back. 

The coffee stand is bigger than I thought it would be. It’s clear that they have been here before, and knows just what the students want.

Coffee, muffins, fruit, chocolate and much, much more.

My mouth starts to water, and I suddenly remember that I haven’t eaten in hours.

The man behind the stand looks at me with a big great smile. Of course he does, I’m here to give him my money for overpriced coffee and a snack.

I try to be a bit annoyed by the fact that he’s earning his money on poor students, that’s too tired to go home and make a proper meal, but truth be told I just can’t. He is an angel send from above with small gifts of life to us mortals.

I give him a big smile back and order the biggest cup of coffee, a chocolate chip muffin and an apple too… You know, to keep healthy and all.

As he starts to prepare the things, my mind wanders to the tired good looking man back at the library and before I even know what I’m doing, I order another big coffee, milk and sugar on the side and of course another muffin. Everybody needs a little sugar now and then right? 

I thank the man and tells him that he’s a lifesaver as I start walking back, to which he gives me a heartfelt laugh and tells me, that I’m not the only one who has told him that today. I believe him.

Looking at the people leaving the library, almost all of them looks tired as hell, and I can only imagine that they are there, doing the exact same thing as me, working on one of the biggest papers of their life, ever.

As I near my spot I pause briefly at the blue eyed God, and put down the tray with the coffee and muffin on it. 

I don’t say anything just go back to my seat and gets settled in again.

When I look up he is watching me with a puzzled look on his face, which only makes me laugh a little, while I raise my cup towards him in a silent toast. “To struggling students and good grades my friend!” I think to myself. 

Gratitude is written in his face and he gives me a little nod as a thank you, a bright big bright smile, and blue eyes that suddenly seems a bit more awake and makes my heart skip a beat. 

With thousands of butterflies in my stomach and a last smile to the man in front of me, I head back to the books. This paper isn’t going to write itself. 


A week and 2 days, and I’ve been here every day for at least 4 hours, most days more. 

The paper is coming along slowly but steady. I start to feel like I can actually get this done, even if I might be left with a bald spot from all the frustrated hair pulling I’ve done over the last week. 

Even if it is going forward with the paper, today isn’t a good day. I have barely written anything, and I’m so, so, so very tired. 

And I’ve spent more time watching people around me, than I’ve done writing or reading. 

Coffee-angel is in her spot beside me with her friend on the other side of the table. 

The red-fire-hair girl has found the book-guy-dude and they have spend time together with, what I guess is studying, the last few days. I can’t help to watch them now and then, and I catch them both looking at the other person when they are not watching, with adoration in their eyes. If this isn’t ending with little red-haired book-loving kids, there’s no justice in this world. They’re so cute together, and they don’t even know it yet! 

In front of me is the blue eyed God of handsomeness, and he has been there ever since the day with the coffee. Reading, writing, sighing in frustration, giving small outbursts of happiness when he cracks the code of a problem he’s been working at and best of all, sending me more of those breathtaking smiles. 

We have become kind of a group, without even knowing each other. Coffee-angel with friend, red-fire-hair girl and her book-guy-dude, blue eyed god and myself. 

I like it! 

I look down to my books again, the letters are twirling around on the pages as if they were doing a ballet and they don’t seem like they want to stop any time soon. 

I probably should pack up my things and go home to get some rest, but I can’t make myself do it. 

I. Need. To. Finish. This. Paper! 

My head hit the table with a loud thud and a bit too loud of a groan escapes my mouth, but right now I don’t care! 

I don’t care about anything! Maybe I might actually be good at flipping burgers, or taking off my clothes for money. It almost seems like a great alternative right now. 

I put my arms under my head and close my eyes… Just five minutes, then maybe the letters has stopped their ballet routine of the swan lake. 

My eyes snap open so fast, that I’m afraid they are going to pop out, when someone puts a hand on my shoulder. Shit, did I fall asleep? Did I snore? Please god, tell me I didn’t snore in a full library. 

I slowly look up and into the bluest eyes in the world. The blue eyed God is crouching beside me, his hand on my shoulder, his thumb drawing little circles on my neck. 

Like a flick on a switch my heart starts to beat faster, and I’m sure it’s going to jump out of my throat. With wide eyes and a big gulp I try to get my beating heart back down where it belongs. But I must look crazy because he gives me a side smirk and his eyes are kind of teasing. 

“Oh god! Did… Did I snore?” I ask in a hushed whisper, dread is painted in my face, I can feel it! 

He looks amused but his smile becomes a little shy, his hand is still on my shoulder though, and it feels so warm. 

“No, you didn’t. I think I stopped you from falling totally asleep” he looked my right in the eyes, with amusement playing in his. 

“I thought it was about time to pay back what you did for me the other day, you look like you need it”. His smile was genuine and kind as he put a tray with a large coffee, a chocolate chip muffin and an apple in front of me. 

My eyes go back and forth between him and the tray a couple of times, before it really sinks in what he’s done. 

“Wow… I mean… Thank you! You didn’t have to do that though” I manage to find a truly thankful smile and put it on my lips, instead of the strange one I assume looked like I was confused and maybe even in pain. 

“I know, and neither did you. But I wanted to” he said, again with that damn, breathtaking smile of his. I’m sure he knows exactly what he’s doing to women with that smile. He’s God damn beautiful. 

“Thank you” I whisper again, and he gives my shoulder a squeeze before standing up and walks back to his place in front of me. 

Hours suddenly flies by without me even noticing. Getting more done than I have the last 2 days. 

But best of all, several smiles and looks gets shared between me and my handsome savior. 


Over 2 weeks in, and I’m more than halfway done. I can finally see the end of the tunnel and the prosperity of me being a stripping burger flipper is starting to fade out. Thank God for that! 

A few days after the blue eyed God brought me coffee, he came to the library and found his spot taken. I was already in my seat, Coffee-angel and friend at the other end of the table. 

Red-fire-hair girl and book-guy-dude at the other table, side by side closer than ever (this is going the right way, I have a few good names for your kids in the future). 

But his spot was taken, by two guys with laptops and books all over the place. 

He looked lost and misplaced at the same time, until he saw me and the empty space in front of me. 

A silent glance to the empty chair and a questioning nod of his head, he asked to join my table. I, of course, nodded yes. Maybe a bit too fast, but who the hell cares, he was going to sit even closer to me that day. 

A relieved look in his eyes he walked over to me and started unpacking his things. 

That was 5 days ago, and we still sit at the same table, even though his spot is empty almost every day again. 

I guess he has a new place to sit, not that I mind. I really don’t mind! 

We switch between getting coffee for both of us, not even questioning the other when it happens. We’ve talked a little here and there, but nothing major. Most of the time is spent on studying, and for some reason that seems to go so much smoother now. 

Almost too smooth… With this pace my paper will soon be done and I won’t have a reason to come back and sit here in from of the blue eyed god. 

That makes me sad to think about. 

I must look heartbroken, because suddenly he clears his throat and whispers to me with a concerned look in his eyes “hey, are you okay?" 

I stare at him and watch how his brows furrows, small wrinkles shows between his eyes… It makes him look utterly adorable.

I smile at him, not sure the smile really reaches my eyes and just nod. "yeah, yeah… I’m fine, just tired you know. This paper is sucking the life out of me” I chuckle a little which seems to make him relax a bit. “Yeah I know, they really know how to keep us busy don’t they?” he gives me that side smirk I’ve fallen in love with the last couple of days  before looking back to his own papers. 

I study him for a while, trying to remember as many details of him as possible for when the day comes, and we’re no longer going to meet like this at the library. 

My attention gets caught be the red-fire-hair girl and the book-guy-dude. She is sitting with her head in the books, completely engulfed in what she’s reading and completely oblivious to how he is looking at her. That is so very clearly love, that is painted in his eyes. Lucky girl. 

He is watching her, with such adoration that I actually get a kind of jealous, and makes a little sound of frustration. But the feeling of jealousy is soon forgotten when I see him, slowly, take her hand. 

She looks at him, surprised at first, but then gives him the happiest smile of all, and then links her fingers with his, before going back to the book she was reading. Happiness written in both their faces. 

“Finally!” I mutter under my breath expecting no one to hear, but the gorgeous man in front of me giggles and turns around to look at me. 

Apparently he heard my frustrated sound and followed my gaze to the two, and saw the same thing as I did. 

He gave me his handsome smile with amusement paints in his eyes “So you have been following those two too? Just waiting for him to make the move?" 

I couldn’t help but laugh "Yes! Ever since they bombed into each other and he dropped all of his books. It took him long enough though”. 

I couldn’t help but to be truly happy for them, who would have thought you could find love in the library? 


Days have gone by, me and Mr. Blue eyes has been working in front of each other for more than 3 weeks now. Last part of those 3 weeks by the same table. 

We have been talking more, especially since the day that book-guy-dude finally made his move, and I genuinely enjoy his company. 

He has both brain and humor, and more than once I have been choking on a laugh trying not to make too much noise, and more than once it has failed miserably. This apparently, only has made it his mission to make me laugh even more. 

And today is no different, not unless you count the fact, that my assignment is finally done. 

I can feel him stare at me, and when I look up I see his teasing smile and the look in his eyes that tells me, that he is about to make me laugh… Again. 

I almost start giggling, just by the looks of him, but I manage to keep a lid on it and only give him a questioning amused smirk. 

He snorts trying to keep it in, tilting his head to the side to make me look over and see what he’s seeing. 

I do just that, and my eyes go wide in pure horror and absolute entertainment! 

The uptight old librarian woman, that for some reason always works on Fridays, the one day on the week, that the students is most giddy, has her skirt stuck in her underwear. This should be reason enough to burst out laughing alone. But what makes me crack up, is the fact that she is wearing big bright pink underpants with the words “Sexy mama” printed in big glittery letters over her ass. 

I look at Mr. Blue eyed God and completely looses it! 

I can’t help it, my laughter just doesn’t want to be contained anymore and it bellows out through the quiet library, while tears stream down my face. He is laughing too unable to control it and also guided along by my own uncontrollable laugh. 

Coffee-girl and friend looks in horror at us, while the uptight 'sexy-mama’ walks towards us with a stern look on her face that says “keep quiet or get out" 

But as she walks past Coffee-angel and friend they get a good view of her, dare I say, sexy underpants. And the look of horror on the poor girls’ faces makes Mr. Blue eyes and myself crack up even more. 

I cannot for the life of me, stop the laughter and I can see it pisses of the librarian. 

She stops right beside Blue eyes and says with a hushed but very angry voice "You too need to stop this noise at once! If you can’t keep quiet at the library, you need to go somewhere else! Understood?" 

He looks at her, tears of laughter running down his cheeks, amusement painted in his face and another fit threatening to burst out again, but he manage to say” Yes! Yes, I’m so sorry. We… we will stop now. Sorry" 

She looks at us both, with stern eyes and no sign of having a clue of what fun means, what so ever, before giving us a quick nod and turns around. I look at Coffee-angel, because I know I will start to crack up again if I look at him, but she too is trying her damn hardest not to laugh. 

And we might all have made it, if it isn’t for the fact that stuck up librarian woman drops her pen right besides the blue eyed God, and bend down to pick it up. When she does that, the 'sexy mama’ letters get stretched to a maximum, right. In. his. Face. 

That’s all it takes. Me, him, Coffee-angel, her friend and a few others nearby cracks up in an uncontrollable fit of laughter. You know the one where you can’t breathe, your stomach hurts and tears just keep falling down your cheeks? I haven’t laughed like that in ages. 

She turns around and practically yells at us “out! Out now!”. If eyes could kill, we would both be so very death. 

I don’t know how we manage, but we pack up all of our belongings under the watchful eye of 'sexy mama’, waves goodbye coffee-angel and her friend and walks out of the library together. 

Once outside and more or less in control of our laughter, he looks at me suddenly full of concern. 

“Oh man! I’m so sorry, I just got you kicked out of the library!”. 

The bubbling feeling of laughter emerges from my stomach again, and I just barely wheeze out “THAT was totally worth it!" 

Amusement is back in his eyes and a sly smirk pulls at his lips "No, but really… You got kicked out because of me. What about your assignment?" 

I look at him and grab his arm, God dammit he is fit, and gives him a reassuring look "it’s perfectly fine. I actually just finished it about two minutes before 'Sexy Mama’ got all up in your face”. 

I double over in another shriek of the giggles and he grabs my arm to keep me from falling to the ground while joining in on the fun. 

When we finally get control of ourselves I notice how close we stand. I can practically feel his body warmth, and the smell of his cologne is amazing. 

“Good” he says while looking me straight in the eyes “I finished mine a few days ago”. The smirk is back on his lips while he watches me struggle to understand what he just said. 

“A… A few days?… Then why did you keep coming back?" 

"The coffee!” he says like it was the most common thing in the world “… And the company" 

And just then, I realize that he is looking at me, like book-guy-dude was looking at red-fire-hair girl, with the purest adoration in his beautiful blue eyes. 

A shy smile plays at his lips while he reads my reaction. I can’t stop myself from beaming at him while I ask "Really?”. 

“Yeah! I mean, where else do I find a beautiful girl, that brings me coffee, cupcakes and uncontrollable laughter at the one place where silence is expected?” he leans in closer to me, “so, what do you say? Want to grab something to eat? Like dinner? I think we’re already past the coffee date thing” he winks at me and I grin at him “I would love that!" 

He looks so relieved and happy when he says "Great! I know a good place, come on” and then takes my hand. 

With a smug smile on my face I look at our joined hands and whisper under my breath “Finally!” he catches my eyes again when he says “Yeah, it took him long enough” hinting to the day book-guy-dude finally made a move on - red-fire-hair girl and took her hand. 

“Oh, I’m Chris by the way” he gives my hand a squeeze while properly introducing himself for the first time “Y/n” I answer looking at him thinking “you will always be the blue eyed God to me baby… Always" 

heathers song feelings
  • beautiful: the chorus feeling
  • candy store: god i wish that were me
  • fight for me: nostalgia
  • freeze your brain: big mood
  • big fun: hyped
  • dead girl walking: strange enjoyment
  • me inside of me: almost pity
  • blue: knife emoji
  • our love is god: walking in the woods at night and hearing strange noises but still persisting for some unknown reason
  • my dead gay son: jazz
  • seventeen: nostalgia again
  • shine a light: we can't all be neurotypical karen
  • lifeboat: oh man. oh wow. shit dude me too
  • shine a light reprise: average tuesday night
  • kindergarten boyfriend: too close to home
  • yo girl: the woods feeling again except you just saw something and it looks like it's coming after you
  • meant to be yours: YIKE
  • dead girl walking reprise: raw power
  • i am damaged: i'm crying and i don't know why
  • seventeen reprise: :,)

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you're so cute <3 can i get scenarios where Bakugou and Todoroki (seperate) s/o is late to school, and they're never late. They won't reply to their texts, Half way through class, everybody looks over as the door slowly opens and s/o walks in covered in head to toe with blood and bruises, tries to take a step into the classroom before passing out? (By a villian) Reactions? Angst possibly eeee. Maybe floof You write characters so in character I wish I could too!! I'm always SO ooc ): thank you!!

*hides my flustered face* ahhh…tysm but I-Im not c-cute, you are <3

btw, I only accept one character per scenario request. So, I’m sorry, my bby, Todorki.

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ML season 2: Gigantitan highlights/spoilers

*note: ofc I’m going to miss certain things so feel free to add on!*



*side note: also missed when the girls were together in her room and making up the plan*

Anyway I got to the part where Adrien was at his photo shoot and and the baby passes by wanting the lollipop, like POOR CHILD I WANT ONE TOO. Anyway Mari and her friends made a plan to stop/stall Gorilla from picking up Adrien so Mari could talk to him.






MARI PROCEEDS TO PRAISE HIM AHHHH then she transforms and joins him.


Anyway they try to capture it by the Eiffel Tower only to be distracted by the candy car SO CHAT HONKS A CAR HORN TO GET THE BABIES ATTENTION AND HE JUST UGH LOOKED so CHEEKY and GOOD DOING THAT UGH MY HEART

So Ladybug traps the baby inside like a cage with her rope. BUT THE BABY MANAGES TO CUT THROUGH THE EIFFEL TOWER AND IT GETS KNOWCKED DOWN LIKE DAMN. Chat couldn’t do cataclysm on time and ends up getting thrown far only to land on the ice cream stand AND HE CATACLYSMS THE ICE CREAM AND I SWEAR MY HEART BROKE A LITTLE LIKE WHAT A WASTE OF GOOD ICE CREAM


Chat rejoins Ladybug and she uses lucky charm only to make herself into candy AND THEN FINALLY UNBUCKLED THE BRACELET -



In the end Mari reunited with her girls and they give her a hug AND ADRIEN POPS UP SO THEY CONTINUE THE PLAN. She ends up APPROCHING HIM FIRST AND TALKS TO HIM FIRST (OH MY GOD WHAT GREAT CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT I LIVE FOR THIS) BUT ONLY TO GET FUMBLED BY HER WORDS AGAIN AHHHHHH and Gorilla being impatient honks the car horn signaling Adrien its time to leave.

Mari sadly says it’s okay go to your car don’t keep him waiting and leave or something along those lines AND SHE LOOKS SO UPSET BECAUSE SHE COULDNT GET TO talk to him properly.


Cue ending scene with them riding a carriage with Alix throwing rose petals towards them. CUTE EPISODE AHHH CUTE ENDING AHH CUT EEVERYTHING A H H H H HBJBGGNGN

Again thank you to Astruc and his team forks the hard work and the wonderful and amazing new episode! Definitely can’t wait for the next few to come.

In Trousers: A Summary/Analysis

The Story

On the cast recording vinyl, William Finn wrote

The form of the show is simple: whenever things get too hot for the older Marvin, he reverts back to himself at fourteen. After 14: he has a high school sweetheart, isn’t big with the intimacies, gets married, isn’t big with the intimacies, and leaves his wife for a man. So Marvin grows up (after a fashion), says goodbye to the ladies (more to the point), and learns to live with always getting what he wants- which is the story of In Trousers.

In the libretto for the 1986 revised show, Finn added to this: “But alot of the material was about my learning to write the kind of show songs I wanted to write. So the show is about Marvin’s education, and mine.” Ira Wetizman has called it an “impressionistic portrait of Marvin.”

The Setting

A circle on the floor, an enormous Venetian blind painted blue, a wall through which ladies can disappear.

The Cast

His wife
His high school sweetheart
His teacher, Miss Goldberg (who always wears sunglasses)

The Songs

Marvin’s Giddy Seizures - Marvin & the ladies

The first number, of course, introduces the main character, Marvin, and sets the tone for the rest of the show. Basically, it is establishing the baseline: Marvin at 14 years old (as mentioned by Finn). He’s a weird kid, who acts inappropriately, impulsively, and selfishly. He craves the attention of others, so he makes scenes by throwing tantrums or “fits” which are represented by giddy seizures. But it’s also important to note that this song is not a specific event or experience, it’s sort of an embodiment of how 14 year old Marv acts. All the ladies are on stage and singing, but they’re not really present in the action. Because there isn’t any real action.

How the Body Falls Apart - Ladies

Once Marvin is gone, they transition to his wife’s song by having the ladies sing this sort of… ambiguous declaration about life. I guess? There is again not really any action here. I mean… “things on which we most depend seem to fail us in the end” is sort of a resonant theme, I would say.

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  • Ghira: Honey. Yang. We're back. *Ghira called out as he and Blake entered the Belladonna home.*
  • Blake: We brought you some dessert from the sto-Yang! *Blake started to call out as she and father entered the living only to find her girlfriend laying on the couch with a bandage around her head as Kali gently placed an Ice pack on her head. It didn't take Blake look to rush over to her love's side to see if she was okay.* Yang? Yang, Sweetie? Are you okay?
  • Kali: Calm down, Blake. Yang is fine. She just has a little bump on her head is all. The doctor said all she needs is some rest. *Kali told her daughter as she comforted her.*
  • Ghira: I don't understand. What happened while we were at the meeting?
  • Kali: Well... *Kali began, thinking back to earlier.*
  • ~Flashback~
  • Yang: Excuse me, Mrs B? Sorry to bother you but the spire bathroom is out of towel. Can I grab one from your? *Yang called out while she knocked on door to Blake's parents bathroom door, waiting a moment listening for Kali to reply as music played from the other side of the door.* Mrs B? *Yang asked again knocking slightly louder.*
  • Kali: Huh? Yes? Is that you Yang? *Kali questioned through the door, the music's volume lowering.*
  • Yang: Yeah It's me. Sorry about this but can I barrow a towel? The other bathroom doesn't have any.
  • Kali: Oh of course dear. You can come on in and get them, I'm wearing a robe. There in the closet to the left.
  • Yang: Okay cool. *Yang smiled, opening the door slightly to pock her head to to find Kali was indeed wearing a robe as she sat on the edge of the bath before enter, Keeping her eyes casted downward.* Pardon my interruption.
  • Kali: Oh there's no need to apologize, Yang. I was just finish up her myself. *Kali smiled as she pointed to the closet.* Anyway, the towels are on the left. Help yourself.
  • Yang: Thanks Mrs B. *Yang said quickly moving to the closet and opening it, spotting the towels right away and grabbing two.* Sorry again for walkinnNOHMYGOD! *Yang suddenly yelled with an enormous blush growing on her face as she turned to Kali. For before the young huntress sat her girlfriend's mother with her right leg straight up in the air as she groomed herself like a cat.
  • Kali: Hmm? Is something wrong Yang? *Kali asked when she noticed Yang's red face wide eyes.*
  • Yang: *It was at those words Yang quickly covered her eyes, trying not to peek throght the cracks of her fingers as she yammered.* I!UH! DUH! UMM! S-SORRY! I DIDN'T REALIZE! UUH My GOD!
  • Kali: Hehe, Oh Yang. Calm down. I'm only grooming myself. I'm sure you see Blake do it all the time. Maybe even let her do some grooming on you. *Kali laughed with a teasing smirk, waving her hand.*
  • Yang: Well Yeah but! Wait I mean, No! I, Ugh! It's different with Blake! Plus, She does do that with me! *Yang rambles on, feeling the wall with one hand to leave while covering her eyes with the other.*
  • Kali: Really? Huh? I would have thought Blake would have tried it with you by now? *Kali Thought out loud before a devious smirk formed on her face and spoke seductively to Yang.* In that case, Why don't you come over here and I can show you how it's done? *She purred as she thought.* Let's see how loyal she is to my baby girl.
  • Yang: *Meanwhile, Yang's jaw dropped in shock before she quickly shouted while rushing to the door.* SORRYBUTONLYBLAKECANSHOULDANDWILLUSESHERTONGUEONMETHANKSFORTHETOWELSBYYYYYAAAH! *It was towards the end of her sentence, Yang unfortunately slipped on the damped floor and fell on the back of her head. Hard.*
  • Kali: OH MY GOD! YANG! ARE YOU OKAY!? *Kali panicked quickly rushing over to fallen huntress.*
  • ~Present~
  • Kali: ... She slipped in our bathroom while getting towels from the closet. The floor was a bit wet since I just took a bath. *Kali explained, leaving out the details.*
  • Blake: Oh no. I knew I forgot something when we left. *Blake said, gentle stroking Yang's hair.* Yang, sweetie. Can you hear me?
  • Ghira: Don't worry Blake. I'm sure Yang well be fine. *Ghira assured her daughter to comfort her, placing his hand on her shoulder when Yang stirred.* Ah, She is waking up.
  • Blake: Yang? How are you feeling? Yang? *Blake asked worryingly.*
  • Yang: Mmmrr, no Mrs B. Only Blake can groom me... *Yang quietly mumbled, still not fully conscious causing both Ghira and Blake to turn their questions stares to the somewhat nervous Kali.*
  • Blake: Mom? She is she mumbling about? *Blake questions while narrowing her eyes.*
  • Kali: I-I have no idea.
  • Ghira: Kali. Tell me you didn't tease the poor girl.
  • Kali: ...
  • Ghira: Kali.
  • Kali: It was an accident.
  • Blake: Oh my god! Mom!
  • Kali: Well on the bright side you know Yang is very loyal to you. Soooo it's not all bad.
  • Ghira: *Ghira could only sigh with his daughter as they both crossed their arms and pinched the bridge of their noses.* This is Ilia all over again.
  • Blake: Tell me about it.
  • Yang: I demand a Blakey bath when the room stops spinning.* Yang randomly said holding up her metal hand.*

anonymous asked:

But how did beauty blogger Sid and Geno meet? Was Geno at the mall with some friends and saw Sid and proceeded to subconsciously follow him when Geno loses track of Sid near a Sephora and wanders around until he bumps into Sid who's exiting the store with his latest buy and Geno accidentally knocks all of Sid's expensive (he's splurging) eye shadow pallet and it cracks and Geno is horrified because such a terrible first impression. Sid is horrified because gosh those cost so much. then romance!

Geno sees the beautiful man go into Sephora, then tells Tanger that he has to go pee and strays from the group.

Maybe the beautiful man is buying something for his sister? Mom? His girlfriend? He’s wearing a Malkin jersey though, with a Pens cap low on his head, a big one that both seems to swallow his frame and still reveal how bulky he is underneath. Even if Geno’s let down, at least he’ll give a fan a fun surprise. 

Five minutes in, Geno is still pretending to be absorbed by foundation, the closest aisle to man, when the guy is suddenly accosted by two teenage girls. 

“Aren’t you Sidney? From Crosbeauty?” the girl crows, her eyes wide. “Oh my God, I love your channel so much!”

The man’s name is just as lovely, and Sidney blushes a pretty shade of pink as he greets the girls and takes a selfie with them. 

Geno waits for them to chat it out, and by the time he looks up, Sidney has vanished. 

“Fuck.” He fits the little foundation circle…thing–whatever–back into its place and cranes his neck until he sees the jersey again, almost at the checkout line.

He runs.

(And the rest follows: 

He bumps into Sidney, who makes a sharp turn, and drops his pallet, which cracks. 

“That was…that was $60,” Sidney says blankly, like the shock hasn’t settled in.

 Sidney looks horrified, but not as horrified as Geno, who immediately says, “I’m so sorry, I’m pay–pay for all–is for sister–or girlfriend? I’m buy anything”

Sidney looks up and he’s even more stunned at the sight of Pens Captain Geno Malkin standing in front of him, picking up the eyeshadow he was going to buy. Then he’s suddenly wary of his jersey, and that his idol is standing in front of him, and four things register in his mind: 1, Geno Malkin is a hockey player; 2, Sidney has been bullied by hockey players so badly that he quit and pursued beauty vlogging instead, even though his love of the game has not dissipated; 3) Hockey players don’t take kindly to boys with makeup; 4) He’s almost certain that Geno Malkin is going to react poorly if Sidney says that the products are for him, and Sidney isn’t so sure he can take his hockey hero reacting that way to his face.

But he hears himself saying, “Oh, these are for me.” And immediately wants to die.

Geno blinks, once, and before Sidney’s heart can lurch from his throat onto the ground, Geno sounds almost relieved when he says, “I see, is my mistake. But you so pretty already.”

Sidney doesn’t say a word. Geno looks like he’s panicking.

“I mean–not that you can’t wear makeup, you wear if make you happy–I’m bad English–I’m not–I don’t know these–I just mean that you so beautiful, I’m–” He looks like he’s about to hyperventilate. “Please make me shut up.”

“I do beauty vlogs,” Sidney says, when he notices Geno nearly hyperventilating.

———–> and then eventually more bantering and cuteness about Sidney’s jersey and Geno’s obligatory, “Is best jersey” comment and more blushy boys, until Geno leaves with Sidney’s phone number!!!! 


Waiting. Thats all I ever did. Waiting for the next onslaught of pain. Waiting for the pain to pass. Waiting for the tears to stop. Waiting for the voices that spoke over me as if I wasn’t even there, strapped to the wooden bench with needles protruding from nearly every limb.
And there was nothing else that I could do.  I couldn’t fight back any longer, all my strength had been drained from my body and even keeping my eyelids open was a struggle now. Not even the energy to scream. I had lost any hope of being rescued from what life I was currently living. No, I wasn’t even living it, I was just existing at the moment and even that was exhausted.

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Who else dad is weird like this 🙄
  • *in another world at another time*
  • Me: *gets text*
  • Dad: Hey, who's my favorite daughter?
  • Me: Dad?
  • Dad: Hey there, dear. 😉
  • Dad: Last time I checked I was. 😂
  • Me: *out loud* Oh my god!
  • Roommate: Please stop screaming, I'm in a very intense debate about the merits of socialism with an online friend, and I can't concentrate with you making such a racket.
  • Me: Socialism? Aren't you incredibly rich and vain?
  • Roommate: I'm a Trotskyist, you fool.
  • Me: Who cares! My dad's alive!
  • Roommate: I wasn't aware that your dad was dead?
  • Me: Neither was I. I thought he had just abandoned me and my mom all those years ago. I have quite a story about it. When I was about 14, my dad took me on a road trip to go to IHOP for a delicious breakfast. After we had finished, he got up to use the bathroom and never returned. He left me stranded in a strange IHOP two states over.
  • Roommate: You traveled two states away to go to an IHOP?
  • Me: I mean, it was a road trip.
  • Roommate: How do you know it's your dad?
  • Me: Check my phone, it says dad right there. Of course he's my dad.
  • Roommate: It could be anyone.
  • Me: There's no one else in my contacts with the name dad, other than my dad, ya goober. In fact, with every new phone I've gotten I always added his old phone number to the contacts in case of a moment just like this.
  • Roommate: Even still, don't you think it's suspicious that your father is contacting you via text nearly a decade after he abandoned you?
  • Me: No.
  • Roommate: Not even a bit?
  • Me: No. *buzz* Oh, he texted me again!
  • Dad: Hey, who's my favorite daughter?
  • Me: Me, of course! 😘
  • Dad: No.
  • Me: What?
  • Dad: You're my fifth favorite daughter.
  • Me: I don't understand.
  • Dad: I have six daughters and you're my fifth favorite one. The sixth one died in a scuba diving accident.
  • Me: So I'm your least favorite daughter?
  • Dad: No, don't think of it like that! You're not my least favorite daughter, you're just my least favorite LIVING daughter. 😉
  • Me: That doesn't make me feel better.
  • Dad: Ah, it doesn't matter. You remember me, your dad, the big wacky goofball! 😝
  • Me: I remember you trading my bicycle for coke.
  • Dad: It's a thing of the past, my daughter who I love the least. I don't want to worry about the past, let's meet up and discuss the future.
  • Me: OMG You want to meet up? Where?
  • Dad: IHOP, for old time's sake, but this time let's make it the one in town.
  • Me: *out loud* Oh my god, I'm meeting up with my dad!
  • Roommate: I'm right here, you don't have to yell.
  • Me: I'm so excited. I'm reconnecting with my father. Most girls can only dream of this moment.
  • Roommate: He honestly sounds like a terrible person.
  • Me: People change.
  • Roommate: Yeah, sometimes they become worse.
  • Me: You're just overly pessimistic because you're a goth and also a Trotskyist.
  • Roommate: Eh, I can't deny it.
  • *later at IHOP*
  • Me: *waiting at table* I can't wait to see my dad again. I wonder what he looks like. I bet he's a businessman now. Oh, or maybe he's a priest. *notices commotion at the front of the store* Hmm?
  • Waitress: Sir, please wait to be seated.
  • Disheveled Dude: I'm meeting up with someone, you flighty broad. There's not much time. Get out of my way.
  • Me: *internally* At least that guy isn't my dad.
  • Disheveled Dude: Oh, there she is. *runs and sits at my table* Oh my god, is that my little girl. You've grown up so much. You look way too much like your mom. It's bringing back some really bad memories. I'm sorta regretting. Just joking. Hahaha. WHERE THE FUCK IS OUR WAITRESS, I'M TRYING TO EAT HERE!?
  • Me: What a coincidence it is that the horrible man making a scene at the front of the restaurant is my dad...
  • Disheveled Dude: What's with the distant look on your face? You're acting like you saw a ghost. Haha, maybe you do think I'm a ghost. Hey, sorry about leaving you at the IHOP all those years ago. Kinda got bored of the whole dad thing. JESUS CHRIST, CAN YOU GUYS FUCKING HURRY UP AND GET US A WAITRESS. F-Fuck. *wipes sweat off forehead*
  • Me: Dad?
  • Disheveled Dude: WHAT!?
  • Me: *jumps in seat*
  • Disheveled Dude: Sorry, I've been really on edge recently. *nervously looks over shoulder* Where the fuck are these waitresses?
  • Me: Dad... *gets teary eyed*
  • Disheveled Dude: Oh god, are you gonna start crying on me.
  • Me: *sniffles* I'm sorry, I just missed you so much.
  • Disheveled Dude: Yeah, yeah, I missed you too. Time to move onto the next thing. Inheritance. Uh, I'm gonna die eventually, so you can have all of my money. *put suitcase stuffed with cash on the table and pushes it towards me* You can just have it now, for all I care. I mean, you never know when I'm gonna die.
  • Me: Dad, I don't want your money. I just want to spend time with you.
  • Disheveled Dude: Well, you can spend all the time in the world with me once you accept the fat wads of cash in this suitcase. I just need you to say verbally that you're accepting this money from me as a legitimate form of inheritance.
  • Me: Dad, please. I just want to talk to you.
  • Disheveled Dude: Come on and take the fucking cash, Elizabeth.
  • Me: My name's not Elizabeth.
  • Disheveled Dude: Okay, whatever. Take the money and clearly dictate that you are accepting the entirety of this money as a legitimate form of inheritance from your loving father. You can use it for college, you're college aged right. Or prenatal care. I don't fucking know. What shitty kid doesn't want FREE FUCKING MONEY!?
  • Me: *stands up from seat* Dad! You're the worst ever! I hate you! *runs out of IHOP sobbing*
  • Disheveled Dude: Fuck, I knew that wasn't going to work. *notices how dark it is outside* It's almost here. I wasted so much goddamn time. I'm never going to get rid of this thing. FUCK!
  • Waitress: *nervously* I can help you now, sir.
  • Disheveled Dude: Oh, so now you show up. I'm not so hungry now. In fact, I've lost my entire damn appetite.
  • Waitress: I'm sorry, sir. It's all my fault. I'm so sorry.
  • Disheveled Dude: Which one of those cars outside is yours?
  • Waitress: The red one.
  • Disheveled Dude: That broken down piece of shit?
  • Waitress: Yes.
  • Disheveled Dude: Guess, there's no other choice. It'll have to do. Give me your fucking keys.
  • Waitress: What?
  • Disheveled Dude: *points gun at waiter* GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING KEYS!
  • Waitress: *drops keys on the table*
  • Disheveled Dude: *tosses wads of cash at the waitress* That's easily $200,000. Go buy yourself a better car. You might want to make it quick. *runs out of IHOP*
  • Waitress: *watches disheveled dude speed off* Why is it so dark outside and where did everyone go? I guess it doesn't matter now, though. $200,000. That's a lot of money. I wonder what I'm gonna do with all this? I'm so excited that I'm lightheaded. The future is so bright now.
  • Wall of Darkness: *encroaches*
The Baby Project

summary: you two were in the same health class, and just as the semester started, you were bombarded with projects. one of them was taking care of a fake baby. because your teacher said that it was a two-person job, you ended up being paired with the school’s shy boy, Guanlin. now, you two are going to have to take care of a robotic baby for a whole month. what could possibly go wrong (or right)?

genre: mostly fluff

a/n: for mae !!!!! aka @daehwifi or admin min (or gorgeous) <3 hope you enjoy this !!!! im sorry its coming out so late past ur bday, school’s a pain :( love ya beautiful MWUAH

* “okay, I’m just gonna come right out and say it.”
* you looked at the tall boy with confused eyes
* “huh?”
* he took a deep breath
* “i want to be partners with you to commit to taking care of a small and helpless together.”
* what the heck did he just say
* “you do mean a baby, right?”
* he smiled sheepishly and looked down
* “yeah…”
* and thats how you and Guanlin became partners for the baby project
* it was a couple days after the project was assigned to you, and you two had received your baby
* there wasn’t much about it that interested you, other than the fact that it was supposed to respond to everything like a normal baby would
* you and Guanlin would be taking the baby to and from school, and meeting up with each other to watch over the baby like “parents”
* on the first day you received it, right away tears had started to come out of its blue eyes
* “oh mY GOD Y/N ITS CRYING” guanlin called out to you frantically
* you immediately walked over to him, who held the baby in his arms rocking it a bit too harshly
* you took the baby from him and rocked it gently
* “dont move too much, it’ll cause the baby to cry more.”
* he nodded his head, speaking again
* “what do you wanna name it?”
* you never thought about naming the baby, but it seemed like a cool idea
* “hmm.. what about Evelyn? we were given a girl anyway.”
* Guanlin smiled brightly
* “I love that name!”
* and thats how you two settled on Evelyn
* It was exactly two weeks after you received your baby, and there wasn’t a day you almost threw your head into the wall because of the constant crying and screaming
* today was one of those nights, and Evelyn had just begun to cry again
* it was already very late, and you had tons of work to do for other things in school
* to have Evelyn cry so often while she was with you made you go absolutely to your wits end
* you couldn’t take it anymore, and you were gonna do something about this
* you quickly snatched up your phone from the table beside you, and called Guanlin
* you heard the phone ring until it stopped, the usual monotone service coming on to tell you to leave a message
* you were livid now
* you left a really good message for him that went something like this:
* “Lai Guanlin, I’m so close to ripping my hair out of my head and choking you with it. You better answer my call right after this or else the baby isn’t the only bad thing you’ll be getting tomorrow!” you ended the message there, breathing heavily
* clicking on his contact once more, you heard the familiar ringing again
* “answer…” you mumbled
* finally, after what felt like an eternity, his phone picked up
* “Hello?” a strange voice spoke, and you jumped out of your seat
* “Hello? Who is this? Where’s Guanlin?” you asked
* “He’s somewhere,” the voice answered
* “Well tell him to get on the phone, I need to talk to him.” your voice got quiet towards the end of the sentence
* finally, you heard Guanlin’s voice on the other line
* “Guanlin, what the heck! Why didn’t you answer before?” you asked angrily
* “Sorry! I’m at a party right now for the basketball team and we just got our varsity jackets. We had to celebrate!” he happily answered you
* “Sorry doesn’t cut it. Come get Evelyn now. She keeps crying and its making me go mad.”
* “I can’t go get her now!” his voice boomed on the line
* “I’m at a party! I can’t take care of her!” his voice became irritated very quickly
* you sighed, and rubbed your temples
* “Okay, whatever.” and hung up on him
* you weren’t going to take his crap tonight
* needless to say, you fell asleep in a bad mood that night
* the next morning, you were even moodier than before
* planning to meet with Guanlin right at the school doors, you stomped up to him and flicked his forehead
* “Stupid!” you continued flicking his forehead, hearing the ‘thump’ become louder and louder
* “Ouch! Stop it! What’s with you today?” he asked, rubbing his forehead with a pained expression
* you noticed that he was wearing his new varsity jacket
* it hugged his frame nicely
* he actually looked REALLY nice in it, but you never said anything
* “What’s with me? What’s with you! I’ve been taking care of Evelyn this whole time and she’s driving me crazy!”
* you shoved the baby in his arms, ignoring the constant cries from it
* “You can take her for the week!” after you said that, you sped off, leaving Guanlin with a teary-eyed robot Evelyn
* “Call me if you need anything!”
* throughout the whole day, you had seen Guanlin struggling with the baby, especially during his basketball practice, but you only laughed at him
* “Serves him right.” you snickered, while your friend stared into her phone
* you noticed her look up for a brief second, before her eyes got wide
* “What’s wrong?” you asked, turning your eyes to the direction she was looking in
* “Y/N, the baby’s face down on the ground!” she exclaimed
* with hearing that, you wasted no time in running to the courts
* Jihoon, Guanlin’s close friend, saw you running in their direction immediately tapping him on the shoulder and pointing your way
* you saw him smile at you and wave, before his face quickly turned into a terrified one
* he knew he was in big trouble
* “Lai Guanlin!” you shouted, holding Evelyn and marching up to him
* you showed how angry you were by taking his ear lobe and tugging on it
* “How could you leave Evelyn like that? Mr. Kang can track how we’ve been treating the baby! If he finds out about this you’re so dead.”
* and guess what happened next
* “Mr. Kang, we can explain.”
* your nervous eyes looked anywhere but at your teacher
* “This is supposed to be a partner project, yet you both left your baby on the floor, face down, for thirty minutes. How can you explain that?” he questioned, sighing at the end
* you spoke up quietly
* “We’re sorry Mr. Kang. We won’t do this again.” you felt your teacher’s stare on you
* “I know you won’t. And to make sure of that, you two will be staying after school and cleaning out all the classrooms on the second floor.”
* both your mouths dropped open
* “What? Mr. Kang, you can’t do tha-“ Guanlin’s face had gone much darker, and you knew he was frustrated
* “Yes, I can Guanlin. I know you have basketball practice, but the both of you need to learn your lesson. You start today.”
* and with that, he stepped out of the classroom, leaving you and Guanlin in a heavy, tense silence
* without saying anything, you left the class as well, completely and utterly irritated at Guanlin and how he could do something so carelessly that would get you in this much trouble
* Guanlin sighed as you left, smacking his forehead and muttering profanities at himself
* later at the end of the day, the two of you met in the first classroom of the second floor, like you were told to do
* Guanlin immediately came up to you and hugged you
* you were shOOK
* it was so sudden ????
* and like you were not ready for this aT ALL
* “Uh… Guanlin?” you mumbled into his varsity jacket that smelled so much like him
* your heart was pounding so hard, you thought he could hear it
* “I’m sorry for earlier, I should’ve been more careful. Will this and some food later make you forgive me?” he spoke softly, drawing small shapes on your back
* you didn’t know what to say
* “Um, Guanlin… how about we clean?” and that was your icebreaker
* after he hugged you, you instantly knew that you felt something for this shy boy
* you caught yourself thinking too much of him all the time, and laughed when he was happy
* you missed his cologne when he wasn’t around half the time
* all these feelings came rushing into your heart, and you would have continued hugging him right then and there if you didn’t remember the work that was supposed to be done
* you heard Guanlin sigh as you turned around
* Picking up Evelyn, who sat in your arms like any robot, you began to sweep the floors with your other free hand
* you two cleaned the classes in a silence that was thick and full of tension
* it wasn’t until after you both were done, and were walking out of the school’s courtyard, that Guanlin decided to break the ice
* “Y/N, do you want food? I know you’re hungry.” after saying that, Evelyn began crying again and you groaned
* “No thank you, I’m alright. Just take that thing home and take care of it, I’m so tired.”
* he nodded, earning a quiet ‘thank you’ from you
* and with that, the two of you parted ways back home
* later during the night, just as you were about to sleep, you got a phone call
* “Huh?” you said, surprised to hear Guanlin’s voice at this time of night
* “Y/N, open the window to your balcony.” he spoke, seemingly out of breath
* you scrunched your face in confusion, getting up out of bed and over to the window where you unlocked and pulled it up
* after about a minute, you saw him climbing through your window with Evelyn and a basket in one hand
* after coming in, he immediately sat down on your floor, motioning you to come beside him
* “what’s all of this?” you asked, wondering as to why he suddenly came to your house with the baby and a bunch of food that he was beginning to take out of the basket
* “I know you weren’t in a good mood earlier, so I’m here to make you forgive me because I know I’m the one at fault.” he started, unwrapping the fruit
* before you could even object to anything, he popped a grape in your mouth
* “And this is my way of confessing to you.”
* you choked on the grape
* wHAT
* “You’re what??” you exclaimed, staring at him with wide eyes
* “I like you.” and he quickly pecked your forehead
* you saw his cheeks get pink, and yours did too
* “Wow…” you whispered, giggling
* you felt so happy in this moment
* even Evelyn crying couldn’t kill your joy
* “You’re… forgiven.” chuckling, he ate a strawberry and continued to sport a big smile
* and of course, just as you two were in the heat of your conversation between laughs, Evelyn let out a loud cry
* “Ugh, shut up!”
* just a filler:
* your relationship began with cute moments, such as him back hugging you
* it also included you and him competing in Wii games, to flick each other in the forehead
* basically, shy boy!guanlin is a really good concept and im sorry this was so bad ilysm mae hope u had a great bday love <3

pantheasblessing submitted to wearepjocrazy: Crossover AU Where Annabeth Chase is the Doctor and Percy Jackson is her companion. I don’t even know how to begin to write it, but maybe a better writer than me would like the idea.


Deep breaths

Where do I even start?

How about with a disclaimer. It’s been 2+ years since I have watched Doctor Who. My memories are shot and very limited, so a lot of the information I will be using is Out of Date, no flames okay? Also, I am not making her the Doctor, I am making her a time lord though


Annabeth was only on her second regeneration when she met the man

It was some time in 1950, a New York City paper boy with eyes like she’s never seen before

And an attitude unlike any other

He was only 15 at the time, bicycling down the city streets throwing rolled up paper at people’s windows. He ran straight into her TARDIS, which was in the form of a police box. Annabeth had chosen the disguise to reflect on the most famous Time Lord of All - The Doctor.

He broke down the doors and flew into her just as she was leaving for 2011. The snarky black haired boy demanded she take him back home. Unfortunately, they were stuck for some reason.

Percy was his name. Percy Jackson. She couldn’t find any records of him, she wasn’t interested in finding them anyways. They spent a year together, traveling from the dinosaur ages to a human colony 6.7 million years out from his birth-date, then she dropped Percy off in 1951 on his 16th birthday.

3 years later, she came across him again. Only it was 1976. He was 18.

By this time, Percy had a nickname for her - Wise Girl. She had complained about the name, Time Lords were not restricted to the gender roles most species were, but Percy pointed out that she could always change it to Wise Boy or Wise One later on.

He’s in a bakery, paying a loaf of bread, when she ran into him.

Annabeth was shocked. She dragged Percy off into a corner alley and demanded how he got there.

“Dunno, I just… kinda stopped ageing, I guess. Or, like, really slowed down. I’ve been 18 for at least a decade.”

Then some explosion/invasion happened and they were off again. This time he only spent a few months with her, then she dropped him off back where she had found him, in that small bakery

A couple of years passed again, and she landed in the roaring 90′s. A man stopped her while she was pursuing a serial killer.

Percy hadn’t aged more than a week. He recognized Annabeth from the news, he knew her just enough to know what she was here for.

“What is going on with me?” He sounded desperate. “My little sister just passed away and I have barely aged 3 years since I’ve met you.”

Annabeth couldn’t answer him. She had no idea what was happening to him. There was no council to consult, she was on her own.

She told him to wait while she went back to her TARDIS to go to a library. She spent a hundred years researching, travelling all over the universe. She could find no answers.

She landed in 2017. A man was on the news documentary. A man people called ‘a god’, someone who has been the same age since 1951.

She tracked down Percy. It was hard, he had disappeared off the grid, but she found him in North Nebraska.

Despite the 20+ years that had passed, Percy had only aged a half a year. His hair was bleached white, his skin a darker tan, in attempts to hide from the media.

“Well? What did you find? What’s wrong with me?”

Annabeth couldn’t answer that. She asked him for samples, tons of them. Hair samples, skin samples, blood samples, even semen samples (At this point, Percy wasn’t going to argue about that.)

Her results came back with 100% human. It made no sense.

Percy told her that he couldn’t keep living like this.

She knew only one thing to do.

She took him into her TARDIS and they set off again

This time, they traveled for a thousand years. He aged as quickly as Annabeth did - which was painfully slow. They had other companions come and go - A couple of teenagers named Jason and Piper who were from 2000′s Los Angeles, a brother and sister from 1920′s Italy, a half goat man named Grover who was from a far distant planet near the end of space and time, a girl with electric blue eyes who had been Percy’s old friend in the 1950′s, a boy with fire abilities from a mechanical planet that had died off before Earth formed, a hunter who looked like a Persian Princess from Ancient Greece, so on so forth. 

Annabeth even felt confident enough to tell Percy her birth name. He elected to call her Wise Girl instead, since it ‘sounds cooler than Annabeth’. 

They both looked 25 when Annabeth realized what was happening.

They were soulmates.

She waved the silly idea off. There was no such thing as soulmates… right?

Then they came across some magicians in Ancient Egypt. Magic wasn’t real, it couldn’t be, but they were surrounded by a magical layer of reality she had never heard about with gods and magicians.

She flirted with the idea a little. He was aging at the exact same rate she was, if you excluded the first 3 or so years.

She looked 18 when she met him. He was only 15 then. 

Annabeth kept silent about it. She needed more data.

They landed in 2100 C.E., and met a boy who could shape shift and a girl who could summon illusions from mid air. They were some experiments of a sub-cyborg race that had branched away from Cybermen. They were kidnapped and poked with needles, then somehow managed to escape.

They didn’t have names, so Percy dubbed them ‘Frank Zhang’ and ‘Hazel Levesque’

The four defeated the cyborgs and freed nearly 70 kids between the ages of 4 and 19 years old.

Frank and Hazel tagged along with them as they traveled through time. He was 13, she was 10. When they were 18 and 15, Annabeth confronted them about her suspicions of Percy’s aging problem.

“It could be? Who knows, you two seem so happy together.” Hazel told them

Percy connected Jason and Piper and they were more than happy to keep Frank and Hazel in their ever growing household of former companions. Jason inherited all his dad’s money, a huge 3.7 billion dollar net worth, and Piper suggested this become a retirement home for former companions.

Annabeth’s first kiss with Percy was on his ‘30th’ birthday, in a super volcano operated by a criminal mastermind on a planet somewhere in the Andromeda galaxy. Percy disappeared shortly after that.

Wise Girl was guilt ridden. She should have been the one to turn off that machine, not him. She hadn’t been wise enough.

She went to the Grace mansion and collapsed there for a few months.

Then a man with green eyes showed up at their door a few months later, bewildered.

“I landed on some… paradise planet where they brainwashed everyone. Oh, by the way, this is Calypso.”

Annabeth slapped him, but was relieved to have him home.

But she was jealous of Calypso. Percy and her seemed so… attached. Like… dare she believe this - lovers.

Wise Girl stole some of Calypso’s cervix DNA, only to come across this weird thing.

They were brother and sister. Fully related.

But Calypso wasn’t from the right time frame. She was from 2003 Earth’s C.E. She was full blooded Ogygian. 

She confronted Calypso about this. She shrugged. “Magic, I guess.” the caramel haired girl said. “Who knows.”

Annabeth didn’t know. It was driving her crazy.

Percy invited Calypso into the TARDIS and then they were off again. 

Calypso was their first companion to die. It was in New New York, when she fell off of the 500th floor of the New Empire State Building. 

Percy didn’t come out of his sleeping quarters for months

Annabeth went in to comfort him and…


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But nine months later, the Grace mansion had their newest resident - A little girl named Rose

Rose Tymaina Jackson

Percy loved her with all her heart. But…

She aged normally.

As the two time travelers went on their adventures, they ironically lost track of time. The next time they saw their daughter, she was off to college.

“I still love you, I understand you couldn’t be around, with work and all.”

Jason died shortly after

Slowly, as the two newly weds grew distant, their old companions got picked off. 




Rose was the last to die - and invasion of weeping angels had caused her wife to be sent back to the 1800′s and she died of broken heart syndrome.

Percy and Annabeth didn’t know until 80 years later.

They were older, much older now. Easily over 2500 years for Annabeth and about 1900 for Percy.

The Daleks came

Percy had the issues of an old person’s - He looked 70 and felt like 90. The lazr caught him in the back and he went down.

Their companions weren’t their to help them. They gave up on companions after Piper died. The Grace mansion was now a time hole, sucked into a room in the TARDIS, never aging.

Annabeth got him to the Mansion just in time to patch the wound up, but Percy was already loosing his life.

“I don’t want to lose you.” Annabeth cried.

“It’s okay, Wise Girl. It was a fun ride.”

He closed his eyes, his beautiful sea green pearls. Annabeth closed hers too. 

Then something strange happened.

A gold glow Annabeth was familiar with filled her body. She opened her eyes.

“No. No no no please no. Just let me die.”

She changed. She grew younger. Her hair turned bright red and frizzy, falling down her back. Her skin grew lighter, much much lighter. Smoother, but also covered in freckles.

She looked in the mirror and green eyes, serpent green ones. She was a ginger.

Then something was glowing silver in front of her.

Percy began to change too. His hair turned to a dusty blond, his skin smoothed out into a softer tan. He grew in height, his features changed.

Annabeth’s new mouth hung open and Percy opened his eyes.

“Who… who are you?” His eyes were the same sea green. Annabeth teared up.

“Wise Girl… Annabeth… You…”

“Annabeth?” He whispered. “You look so…. red….”

She let out a laugh. “You look 15 again.”

“So do you.” 

“You’re a soulmate.” She whispered. “We’re tied forever. I’ll live with you till the end of time.”

He laughed. His voice was different.

And that was okay.

She dubbed him ‘Seaweed Brain’. He started to switch between ‘The Red Dare’ and ‘Wise One’

They were happy. They went back to the counsel room

“Where do you wanna go?”

Percy pondered something for a moment.

“How does the 50th Superbowl sound?”

“Gods hope you never change.”

They were off again

Kombat kids reactions to babalities.

Johnny Cage

Cassie: Oh my god! Is that how I got those baby sunglasses?!

Jacqui: *laughs* aww that is adorable!

Takeda: *snickers* I’m surprised he doesn’t have a sticker with his name on his chest.

Jin: Of course he’d be still signing autographs.

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