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Harry Styles: Singer Opens Up About Famous Flings, Honest New LP
One Direction's Harry Styles goes deep on love, family and his heartfelt new solo debut in our revealing feature.

January 2016. There’s a bench at the top of Primrose Hill, in London, that looks out over the skyline of the city. If you’d passed by it one winter night, you might have seen him sitting there. A lanky guy in a wool hat, overcoat and jogging pants, hands thrust deep into his pockets. Harry Styles had a lot on his mind. He had spent five years as the buoyant fan favorite in One Direction; now, an uncertain future stretched out in front of him. The band had announced an indefinite hiatus. The white noise of adulation was gone, replaced by the hushed sound of the city below.

The fame visited upon Harry Styles in his years with One D was a special kind of mania. With a self-effacing smile, a hint of darkness and the hair invariably described as “tousled,” he became a canvas onto which millions of fans pitched their hopes and dreams. Hell, when he pulled over to the side of the 101 freeway in L.A. and discreetly threw up, the spot became a fan shrine. It’s said the puke was even sold on eBay like pieces of the Berlin Wall. Paul McCartney has interviewed him. Then there was the unauthorized fan-fiction series featuring a punky, sexed-up version of “Harry Styles.” A billion readers followed his virtual exploits. (“Didn’t read it,” comments the nonfiction Styles, “but I hope he gets more than me.”)

But at the height of One D–mania, Styles took a step back. For many, 2016 was a year of lost musical heroes and a toxic new world order. For Styles, it was a search for a new identity that began on that bench overlooking London. What would a solo Harry Styles sound like? A plan came into focus. A song cycle about women and relationships. Ten songs. More of a rock sound. A bold single-color cover to match the working title: Pink. (He quotes the Clash’s Paul Simonon: “Pink is the only true rock & roll colour.”) Many of the details would change over the coming year – including the title, which would end up as Harry Styles – but one word stuck in his head.

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Hi my name is Alexander Hamilton and I have long powdery grey hair and a lot of people tell me I remind them of George Washington (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to John Laurens but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m also a Founding Father, and I work for a government called the United States of America where I’m the Secretary of the Treasury. I’m a federalist (in case you couldn’t tell). I love Hercules Mulligan and I buy all my clothes from him. For example today I was wearing a black coat with matching black breeches and a white caravat. I was walking outside in New York. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about so I could go home and write unlike John Adams. A lot of Democratic-Republicans stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.


I said i would never ever want to do high school again but now….man I wish I was 16 again 😂😂. Yay New York! So proud of ya #freecollege #newyork #politics

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Author’s Note: IDK what I just wrote, it’s kind of all over the place, but I hope you still enjoy a lil bit??? IDK IDK

I look out the window and I see the lights and the skyline and the people on the street rushing around looking for action, love, and the world’s greatest chocolate chip cookie, and my heart does a little dance. - Nora Ephron

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You Look Good- Brady Skjei

Originally posted by laurastacey

(There are literally NO BAD GIFS of Brady!!!!! WTF?!?!?)

Ok so I know I’ve gotten a few birthday requests so this is the first one that came up! I was supposed to have it written for the 16th, but vacation and lack of imagines got me messed up. Thankfully @hotnhlplayers is a very forgiving person so this is late but here you go! Happy Birthday Boo!!!

Warning: a couple of cusses

@hotnhlplayers Request: Hey girl! My birthday is a week from tomorrow (May 16) & I was wondering if you could do a special imagine with Brady Skjei, Tyler Seguin, or Auston Matthews where it’s her birthday & he leaves a note for her when he goes to practice telling her to dress nice for later & when he gets home, he sees her in a fancy dress with her hair & makeup done all special & he can’t stop fawning over her, especially when they go out, he keeps showing pda & sneaking kisses & it’s just really fluffy? not really sure if that makes sense but you’re writing is amazing so I trust you! if you can’t do it, I completely understand! thanks anyways! xxoo


              You got home from school and dumped your backpack on the counter with a sigh.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY BECCA!! You are incredibly amazing and I hope you have a wonderful day!!@beccaanne814-blog

The waterfall was breathtaking. The sound of it alone put you at ease. You took a deep breath and looked around at the beautiful sight that was in front of you.

This was where you felt peace.

You wanted to take a photo of what was in front of you, but you were sure that it wouldn’t do it justice.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

You nodded and then looked at your boyfriend, “It really is.”

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Dan x Reader- Little One, I Love You

Third Person POV
Tuesday is the day Dan must leave for New York. He’s set to visit YouTube Headquarters and sponsors for Phil and his projects in New York. He’s going to be there for four days and while we both would’ve thought the amount of time was nothing four years ago, we’ve definitely changed now. In the space of four years, Dan and y/n have welcomed an adorable little girl, y/d/n who captured our hearts and life the first day she came on this Earth.

Dan was wrapped up in her little finger and she adored him which would make it gut wrenching when he would have to say goodbye Tuesday morning. Usually when Dan had to go on any sort of work trips y/n joined him and Phil or just stay home and stick it out. When they were in newborn stage, she’d stay home with their daughter who didn’t really mind nor remember. However, now the 4 year old totally understood. They would always accompany Dan whether it was to L.A or Florida, but it seemed cruel to have mid toddler on a plane for hours just for a mere 4 all work days, so they wanted y/d/n and y/n to stay home. The hard part is telling her…

“Daddy!!! Mommy!!!” I heard little but mighty voice shout from lounge then the sound of little feet pottering came closer.
I eyed Dan in worriment and I just saw pure horror in his face, frozen in position for packing his suitcase. It was y/d/n.
“Crap,” he mumbled shuffling to push in a the clothing drawers of our bedroom and zipping up the suitcase quickly.
“Hello munchkin,” Dan tried to look causal with a giant suitcase on the bed. But she’s far too suspicious and smart as her chocolate eyes widened, making the connection instantly.
“Whatcha doing?” The little voice chirped and then ran over to open the suitcase revealing her father’s clothes.
“Daddy are you packing?” y/d/n curiously smiled excitedly and I stayed silent.
Dan smiled weakly and nodded letting out a quiet, “Yes.”
“Yay! Where we going?” She asked all giddy.
Dan grabbed her to carry and sit on the bed, as he bent down on the floor with his giant height.
“Baby, daddy’s going away to work for little bit in New York. You stay here with mommy for a little bit.” He said in the calmest voice possible but then we saw all the color wiped from her face as it dropped, sadness overtaking and she gulped.
“W-w-what? Why?” y/d/n looked scared and I went on the bed to hold her in an attempt of comfort.
“Because, Uncle Phil and I have to meet some people there but I’ll be back. Promise.” Dan swallowed his breath watching her little rose lip quiver.
“Without me?” She had the sheer look of horror in her face, the exact one her dad had on just a mere minutes ago. I stroked her hair and kiss her forehead trying to tell it’d be alright. My heart was sinking.
“Yes, because it’s going to be really boring and we are going to do work things. You can stay here though and do whatever with mommy and have so much fun.” He looked at me for reassurance and I nodded at her once more, “Mhmm.”
“No!!! Daddy please don’t leave me.” y/d/n and Dan instantly jumped to her to hold her in his arms.
“No no baby, I’ll be back I promise.” Dan took her head in his chest, softly stroking her hair. But it was too late and inevitable, the waterworks came.

Third Person POV
Eventually, y/d/n stopped crying and he tucked her into bed after taking all the cuddles he would need.
But before he could leave, the little voice peeped out at him.
“Daddy?” It sounded scared and exhausted worked from all emotions.
“Yes love?” He thought he was going to make a quick getaway for it, but instead he ran over to his little girl’s bed.
Her eyes were teary and red, body hot and sniffling, how he hated seeing his little one like this.
“Have I been bad?” The voice peeped out struck with fear, “I promise I’ll be good just stay, or let me go with you, Daddy. Please.”
“No angel, you’ve been an amazing little girl. I just have to go and do things.” Dan tried reasoning with her but he only got, “Have Uncle Phil do it! Stay with me!”
Dan just shook his head and kissed her, “I’m sorry baby. I can’t.”
In the small amount of seconds, her brain ran wild. Eyes looking all around and mouth quivering again, trying to come up with some explanation of why her father would leave her and she only came to one conclusion.
“Do you not love me anymore? That why you leaving?” Dan’s eyes widened absolutely heart absolutely broke at her statement.
He feared her ever asking that, he never ever wanted her to doubt his love for her. Now in her 4 year old mind, she somehow came up that the only reason that he’s leaving her at home is that he didn’t love her and it killed him.
“Listen to me, little one I love you so much. I will always love you so much. I don’t want you to ever think I don’t love you. I promise I love you and always will.” His eyes were urging and eyes yearning for her to understand, he needed her to always believe that he loved her.
y/d/n simply nodded her little head and curled up to him sleepily mumbling, “Daddy, I love you too,” after kissing his cheek.
He smiled at this statement and held her a little longer wishing it could be forever.
Her small body stirred a little more in his arms and then whispered, “Daddy?”
Dan was surprised she was still awake but he wanted to savor every last moment with his little girl and looked down at her.
“Can I go with you please?” Her eyes were as big as a puppy’s and Dan could feel his heart soften. That’s it, he couldn’t stand it anymore and may have even wanted her to come more than his daughter herself. If y/d/n wanted to go this time then she’d go, New York was only just a couple hours and not as bad as Los Angeles.
“Okay… fine.” Dan watched his baby girl’s face light up once again, “But you have to go to sleep now darling.”
She nodded and curled back into his body and whispered a peppy and sleepy, “Yay.”
Dan chuckled at what he just promised, with a bit of shock, but he was going to deliver for his little one.

In an instant Dan whipped out his phone going straight to the plane app and booked another 2 tickets. With all their information automatically filled in, Dan had booked y/n and the littlest Howell on a trip to New York next to him on first class. The flight was on Tuesday and the current day was current early hours of Monday. Dan slowing crept out of the room and went to see his wife quietly reading a book in bed.

“You’re still up, you didn’t have to wait up for me.” Dan said taking off his shirt and crawling in bed.
I shrugged, “I was reading anyways, I would’ve woken you with the light if you went came to bed to soon.”
Dan chuckled kissing my cheek and pulling over the duvet in himself.
“How did she take it?” I asked wondering if it went well since he was in there for so long.
“So umm, guess we’re going to New York on Tuesday.” Dan spoke quietly and I put her book down in surprise. I swear there was a little grin.
“What? Dan!” I scolded him in disbelief and instead he just smirked with an amused giggle.
“I couldn’t say no to that face.” I groaned but didn’t really mind honestly. I missed New York but I would miss Dan more if he left even if it was only for a few days.
“Dan,” I complained as he kissed my lips coming on too of me making me blush.
“You would find she’s very convincing. Just like her mother.” Dan said in between his little kisses all over my body.
Scoffing I ask, “Is that so?”
Dan nodded and winked, “Besides I can’t leave you, I’ll miss you far too much.”
I sighed cuddling up to his bare chest, “Alright, well I guess one day she’s gonna beg to stay home. So we might as savor the time she wants to come with us.”
“Exactly.” Dan kissed my forehead and we both yawned consecutively.
“Guess we’re all packing tomorrow.” I mumbled not even bothering to think about all the running around and Dan laughed it off.
“I love you.” He beamed at me.
“I love you too.” I kissed his lips once more and I rested my eyes peacefully with closed smile.

Third Person POV
While y/n drifted asleep, he marveled at how a little girl had him wrapped around her finger and he would literally do anything for her heart’s desire. Now, he understood this love and admiration that he had and he was in awe. Dan had a family that was his. Dan had more than he could ever wish far and he absolutely loved it. He had y/n and y/d/n and that was all he needed.

Phil and his wife along with their child also came on the New York trip after they were told of Dan bringing y/n and their daughter. They had an amazing time.

Chapter Two: Our First Everything

Lafayette x Reader 

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five

Note: Okay so I have to mention a couple of things, firstly I had to give Lafayette glasses because I can’t stop thinking about how cute Daveed looks in his glasses lately and I don’t know why and secondly I borrowed @writeyourwayoutofhell head cannons of what Lafayette is like when he sleeps. Also this basically has no plot it’s just cute moments and stuff between Lafayette and the reader? Like getting coffee when they first meet, the reader meeting his friends stuff like that. 

Disclaimer: I don’t speak french more than the basics so all my French comes from google translate. I apologize if it’s dreadful.

Warnings: Swearing, Implied smut (I was too lazy to actually write the smut)

Word Count: 2,192

Tagged: @ pearltheartist 

Originally posted by mirandasdaughter

Y/N grew up learning French, determined to learn it when she found out that her soulmate tattoo was written in French. She took French all through school, even when all her friends dropped the subject she stuck with it. She had to learn, had to be able to speak to her soulmate when she met them. Whoever they were.

Hercules stops a few steps ahead and looks back to see what’s keep Lafayette, he frowns when he notices his friend frozen staring at the girl. He comes to stand next to Lafayette and waves his hand in front of his friends face.

“Laf? Helloooo you okay there?” Hercules asks until he notices that his friend and the mystery girl are staring at each other’s exposed forearms. “Oh! Oh shit okay well, I’m gonna go and meet Alex and John you two stay here and get to know each other. Have fun buddy” Hercules pats Lafayette on the shoulder before heading off down the street.

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Time Has Come Today (A Richonne Letter/AU)

Michonne finished getting dressed. It was 5:16 am, and she had to catch her flight from Atlanta to New York by 7:00 am. Traffic was always an issue so she had to hurry up.

She sat at the desk in the hotel room. She scribbled away as she had a lot on her mind, but she couldn’t miss her flight. Speaking to him directly would delay that, she would probably sacrifice it all for him. So she expressed everything she could think of at the moment. There had been years of thoughts, wishing, wanting, and hoping that she wanted to convey.

Michonne folded the piece of paper and stood up, walking to the side of the bed that Rick slept on. He was so damn sexy. He lay there as if he was being sketched by Michelangelo himself. He looked older. Not in a bad way. She hadn’t seen him since they were 17. They were now 30. He was a man. He had muscles and a beard. The time they had together last night definitely proved he was a grown man.

She bent over him and kissed him softly on the lips, closing her eyes to remember how they felt. Soft. Tinder. He didn’t move at all. She was glad she didn’t wake him. Saying goodbye to him right now would be too hard.

She propped the folded paper up against the lamp on the side table. He would definitely see it when he woke up.


Rick opened his eyes and quickly turned to his left. The room was bright with rays of sunlight. Michonne wasn’t in the bed. Her suitcases weren’t in sight anymore. He knew she had an early flight, but he at least thought he could see her before she left.

Last night had been amazing. After his divorce, he didn’t think he would even enjoy being around anyone again. He couldn’t believe he just ran into Michonne the way he did, at a gas station of all places. She changed a lot. Her locs were so much longer now. She had just started them when they were seniors in high school. They hit the middle of her back now. That’s how long it had been since he had seen her.

She still looked like she carried the Sun around with her. She just lit up every room she walked in. He looked to the right and saw a piece of paper with simply, Rick, written on it. He reached over and picked it up. He sat up and hunched over as he read it.

Time is a funny thing right? It can pass by so fast. One day you’re 17, and you know exactly who you are and where you are going. Then a second passes, a minute, a day, a whole year, then nearly a decade before you realize that what you’ve mapped out never truly formalized itself. It was never really fulfilling.

Ialways planned on moving away from Georgia. I wanted to go live in New York City, because I sold myself on the idea that I needed to get away. My whole high school thinking was ‘study hard, and you can get out of Atlanta.’

Then I met you. You just moved to Atlanta from Kings County during our senior year. We had the same home room. We just had so much in common. We liked the same music, same shows, same movies. You were just so different from everyone else. Everyone used to say we had our own little bubble we lived in. We were always hanging out.

One night, we were watching tv at your house and I was talking about something I can’t remember now. It made us laugh so hard. Gosh, I wish I could remember what it was. When I finally stopped cracking up I noticed that you weren’t laughing anymore.You had this look in your eye and it kind of scared me. At 17, you don’t really know what lust looks like, but that’s what it was.

A week later I got accepted into school in New York. You told me to go. I said I wanted to stay. For some reason, I didn’t want to leave anymore. You insisted on it. You said it was my dream and I had to go. You said you wouldn’t hold me from my dreams. Then I kissed you. I wanted to. I needed to. That night we had sex for the first time. It changed everything. It made my decision even harder, but you said we had the whole summer together.

The school year finished, summer flew by and then I left for school. We said we would stay in touch. That we wouldn’t lose ourselves in life. But Time swallowed us up. I got caught up in becoming a lawyer and I heard somewhere along the line you started a family.

I don’t know Rick, last night brought up a lot of old feelings. We left things incomplete. Your touch was different. Less shy and tentative and more firm and confident. It excited me. I hadn’t felt that alive in years. It was slow and sensual. I could have wept it was so beautiful. As I sit up early this morning, I look at you. The moonlight is shining on your skin, and I think of all the possibilities we missed. All the laughs. All the tears. All of the memories.

Can I see you again? Is that even possible? Will Time trip us up once more, make our paths to one another more difficult to navigate? I don’t know. I have no clue.

I do know what we shared was special. It moved me so much, I couldn’t leave without saying all this. Without letting you know how I felt.

Till next time, right?

To my first friend, my first love,


Rick looked up from the letter. He couldn’t describe how he felt. Anxiety, maybe? He missed her. Seeing her after all those years. They were young. He chalked their drift apart from her moving on. From his moving on. Young love doesn’t last forever.

They had only known each other for those six months, but she had left her mark on him. He jumped out of bed. He had to make something happen.


Michonne sat at her desk. Her office was on the 15th floor and she had a pretty decent office with a huge window. All of Manhattan was buzzing around below her. She turned around and looked at the wall. Images of her night with Rick flooded her brain. It was as if her mind made its own personal video for her viewing pleasure. She missed him, but this was her life. This is what she wanted.

Her intercom made a loud buzzing noise which shook her out of her reverie. “Mrs. Jones. There is someone to see you in the lobby. Would you like to meet them out here, or can I send them to you?”

“Who is it?” She said resuming her notes again. She had to stay on task. She couldn’t act like a high school student in lust.

“A delivery guy. He said he has some flowers for you?” Michonne was shocked. She wasn’t involved with anyone as of late, except Rick. Would he send her flowers? That was sweet of him.

“Send him up, Noah. That’s fine.” She said in a professional manner, but she was giddy on the inside. A few moments later, she heard a knock on the door.

“Eddie’s Arrangement’s.” The guy said on the other side of the door. Michonne stood up and smooth her black pencil skirt down. She fixed her white button up blouse. She opened the door.

The flowers were on the floor. A beautiful arrangement of red roses with baby’s breath throughout. She smiled and picked them up, smelling. She looked at the note that was attached to the arrangement. It was blank. Then she heard a voice.

“Hey, Michonne.” It startled her. It couldn’t be.

“Rick?” She said with wonder. She looked to her left and there he was, leaning up against the wall.

“What are you… how did you.. when…?” He stopped her babbling with a kiss. Long, hard, and deep. It swept her off her feet.

“Time has come today. It’s finally let us catch up with it.” He said rubbing her lips. She blushed. He came all the way to New York.

“Supercuts.” He said to her with a smile.

“Huh?” She said back. She was sort of confused.

He laughed. “Remember that girl, Jessie? She tried to cut her own hair into a bob and it looked terrible. Shane started calling her Supercuts.” He had a smirk on his face and she burst out laughing. That’s what it was. That night on the couch that had her cracking up.

She kissed Rick again and he put his arms around her waist. After all these years of not seeing him, she was glad he was here. It was about time.


Jughead Jones x Reader

The time had finally come for us all to graduate from Riverdale high and even though with everything that’s happened, I’m honestly going to miss this place. To anyone looking in from the outside, Riverdale looks like a small town that many people just pass through on vacation or road trips and want to make a quick food stop at Pops.

All seven of us know there is so much more to Riverdale but all of that aside we’ve all shared so many memories together here. Throwing our caps in the air, big smiles on our faces, we looked like the happiest seven people to be graduating but we all know there should be nine of us stood here, glancing at each other Cheryl and Betty both had an extra cap each, one for Jason and one for Polly, linking arms, smiles still on their faces, we all watched as they tossed the caps in the air, almost like they were both freeing themselves from everything.

Pops had closed the diner to the public and held a small party for all graduating students and their families. Sitting in our usual booth, we laughed, we cried, we danced and we all ate way too much food. “Next week is the last time we’ll ever be sat in this booth” I stated, looking around at my friends, knowing they’re all going to college, making the next chapter in their lives only without me and Jughead, well except for Ronnie and Betty.

“And you and Jughead have this amazing next chapter to start together and I wish we could be around to watch you’s attempt that from the beginning” Betty, chuckled, her voice light. Looking up at Jughead, he was already staring at me, I knew Betty was right but it felt strange knowing this would be the last time we were together for the next year or for us the next few weeks.

“I promise we’ll all stay in touch because we aren’t missing out on any of this” Veronica, encouraged. I really am going to miss her and Betty while they’re in New York. But I know Jughead and I will be with them soon.

“2 more weeks and we’ll be introducing this little bean to the world” Jughead, grinned, his hand rubbing circles on my pregnant 9 month stomach. “I just want him here so we can be in New York. You being at college, me taking the year off and at least we get to spend a year with two of our friends” It’s going to take a lot of work and definitely some struggle but I can’t wait.

“It’s all going to work-” Jughead stopping mid sentence. “Did you say he? Are we having a boy?” His face lightening up even more than before, nodding, he grabbed my face in his hands kissing every inch of my face that he possibly could.

“Jughead Jones the fourth” I joked. Spending the rest of the night celebrating with our friends, to the future, to the sex of our baby and most certainly to finally graduating.

Deals With the Devil (Lin x Reader) Part 1

Pairings: Lin x Reader

Warnings: Swearing… Angst, sorry.

Word Count: 1,529 Words

AN: So this is the beginning of that Supernatural-based fic I was talking about. The idea made me cry, so I hope you enjoy my weird supernatural/hamilcast crossover fic.

Tags: @the-and-peggy @hamiltrashtothemax @plamspringsdancingontables @piercethemarti @fandomsinabookshelf @beautifulfound @hamil-tonn-of-trash @sasstran @hamlltvn

He raced through the halls of the hospital, frantically searching for the room number the lady at the front desk had given him when he had barged through the doors. Almost running into a nurse, and dodging a gurney, he found himself in front of your hospital room.

Taking a deep breath to collect himself, his heartbeat thundering in his ears, he pulled open the door to a flurry of activity. Almost wishing that he had stayed out in the hallway, he found himself pushed up against the wall, watching in horror as a team of doctors and nurses attempted to restart your heart.

He couldn’t do this, couldn’t lose you. The thought scared him, and his knees buckled, his back sliding against the wall until he came to rest, sitting on the floor.  

When he had gotten the call during rehearsal, he almost hadn’t answered it, too angry at the fact that someone was calling him when he had explicitly told everyone he knew not to call him during rehearsal. God if he hadn’t answered, he’d still be in rehearsal. He wouldn’t know that you were- that you were-. He choked on a sob as the doctor called the time of your death. “2:15 pm, Monday, February 22, 2016.”

“I’m so sorry for your loss,” one of the nurses came over to where he was a huddled mess against the wall and gently led him to the chair beside the bed. “You take however long you need honey, we understand,” she said sympathetically, leaving him alone in the room.

The overwhelming silence caused him to cry harder at the realization that he’d never hear your voice again. He’d never be able to sing a duet with you while attempting to clean the living room. He’d never be able to sing you awake in the mornings or ever because you’d never wake up again. You were gone, and he didn’t know if he’d be able to live without you there.

He tentatively reached for your hand, afraid it would be cold and lifeless. He didn’t think he could handle it if it were. Shocked out of his thoughts by his phone vibrating, he reached into his pocket to find that his phone had been going off for what must have been hours from the amount of missed calls, texts, and voicemails.

It was only after he saw the number of people trying to get in contact with him that he realized how worried his friends must be after he had run out of rehearsal without explanation or goodbye. They were your friends too, and they had no idea what had happened to you.

He couldn’t speak to them, couldn’t admit to them that the love of his life had died before he had been able to say goodbye. That all he could do was watch as the doctors attempted to resurrect you but failed, couldn’t tell them that the hand he used to hold every day on the way into the city was growing cold and stiff in his.

“Sir?” A nurse poked her head in then quickly left at the anguished glance that Lin sent her way.

“I can’t do this. How am I supposed to live without you?” A heartbroken sob left his mouth, and he collapsed on the hospital bed. “We had our whole life planned out.”

“Lin,” Your voice seemed to whisper drifting through the window the nurse had opened before she left and appeared to hover in a cloud over his head. He couldn’t take it anymore, your body, the hospital room, the nosy nurses who just wouldn’t leave him alone. Grabbing his jacket off of the chair, wiping the tear stains off his cheeks, he left the room.

It seemed like hours later, but it must have just been minutes that he found himself in front of a bar attempting to drink away his sorrows, but only succeeding in getting more drunk than he’d ever been in his entire life. It was only right, he supposed after the love of his life died right in front of his eyes.

If anyone should have died, it should’ve been him. He’d accomplished everything he’d ever wanted to do. Teach. Be on Broadway. Win a Tony or 3. You had your whole life ahead of you, so many things you still could have done.

He reached for another drink, but before his fingers made contact with the cold glass a hand moved it out of the way. Looking behind him, Lin found a man around the same height that he was, dressed in a suit and holding his glass away from him.

“I’m sorry darling, but I need you as sober as possible for what I’m trying to do.” The man spoke with a thick British accent that even Lin in an entirely sober state would have had trouble understanding. It certainly didn’t help that he had been crying so hard earlier that it felt like his head had been stuffed with cotton.

“What do you want? I just want to be left alone,” he mumbled reaching for the glass that was being held away from him.

“The names Crowley, and I have a proposition that I know you would not in good conscience, refuse.” The older man advised, taking a sip from the glass he had stolen from Lin. “Your drink isn’t very good, by the way.”

The look that Lin gave him could have frozen molten lava, and yet it did nothing to the man standing in front of him.

“I was very upset to hear about the death of your fiancee,” The man- Crowley, he’d said his name was said as if the information was boring to him. Like the information was a useful tidbit he had gleaned somewhere that he thought might come in handy.

Lin almost did a double-take. “Who the hell are you and how the fuck do you know what happened?”

“All in good time,” Crowley answered his, hand on Lin’s back guiding him out of the bar and deeper into the heart of New York City.

“Where are we going?” Lin asked attempting to move away from the arm on his back.

“Somewhere we can have a more… private conversation.” Crowley led him through a door into what looked to be a warehouse. “I have a proposition for you that has to do with the death of your darling y/n if you’d give me the pleasure of listening to me.”

“Who do you think you are? Why do you care? I have nothing to lose anymore, and the only thing I wish I could gain is impossible.”

“What if I could tell you that what you could gain whatever you wanted and the only cost would be the small small price of your soul.”

“My soul, you’ve got to be kidding me, but you said anything I wanted does that include-”

“You better believe it, if what you truly want Y/N, I can make her alive and well like she wasn’t hit by a taxi cab crossing 5th avenue.”

Lin, understandably, looked skeptical, but also if this was true, he’d be the happiest man in the world. He would be because you would be there. God, he would have died for you, still, would die for you. “Why are you saying this to me? There are people that die every day who have people that would die for them. Why me? Why her?”

“Your soul is unique Mr. Miranda, and it’s been awhile since I’ve had the honor of making a deal with someone so talented, I believe the last one was the man everyone now reveres as Shakespeare.”

“Is that all? My soul? Nothing else?”

“Nothing else. Your soul’s all I need, and you get a year with them. A year to get your affairs in order.”

“A year? Them?”

“Until I come to claim what’s mine, but let’s not ruin the surprise darling. You didn’t know? Your darling Y/N was pregnant, but of course, to compensate for the fact that I would be technically bringing back two people, I had to adjust the time. Do we have a deal?”

“I think we do.” If you were pregnant and this worked, he wouldn’t have lost his whole reason for living. Reasons, he reminded himself.

Suddenly Lin’s mouth was on the portly British man’s, and he pulled away sputtering. “What the hell was that?” He hissed,  wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his favorite gray sweater.

“My apologies, but the deal must be sealed with a kiss,” he smirked, “I believe what you wanted has happened. A team of doctors and nurses are by her bedside attempting to come up with a reason for her sudden revival.”

Suddenly the man disappeared, and Lin was alone in the warehouse, the sun coming from one of the large grime-covered windows illuminating where he had been standing.


I’m Willing to Wait for It (Laurens x Reader) (Part 2)

I’m Willing to Wait for It - Part 2-

Laurens x Reader

Warnings: Kissing, uh, dreams? idk hitting a head on a mirror? 

Yes you should read the first one before this. Link is in my masterlist on my page.

Words- 705…i know…its lame

A/N: Took longer than expected and is shorter than what I orginally wished but it does the job. Three is going to be started just after this is posted. Three is also the last one of this little series thing. stay rad.

I stare out the window at the rain as John wraps his arms around me from behind.

“Why can’t you just come up to New York with us? We could be together there!”

“She probably has a family, Laurens.” Alex’s voice rings out.

John sighs and lets go of me.

“Okay, um, how are we gonna get you home?” Peggy asks, looking from person to person.

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They been off for a minute now
You know they all sentimental now
You know they all actin’ different now - Legend

I got people talkin’ down, man, like I give a fuck - Energy

My ex ask me where I’m moving I said “On to better things” - 10 Bands

Pray the real live forever man
Pray the fakes get exposed - Know yourself

Buncha’ niggas chasing after all these woman they don’t even know
Buncha’ out of season woman fuckin’ off-season niggas to get last season wardrobe - No tellin’

Laced up dripped up sauced up
Damn girl I wanna ride with you - Madonna

And just like every single other thing in my life
You can have her when I’m finished - 6 God

I am not a man, I can’t do this on my own
So I started askin’ them if they would put me on
And they did put me on - Star67

Doing is one thing, doing it right is a whole different story - Preach

Been a minute since we’ve slept together
Gotta get myself together
I’ve been thinkin’ about everything - Wednesday night interlude

When you get to where the fuck I’m at
You gotta remind ‘em about where you been - Used To

I am in the Matrix and I just took the blue pill - 6 Man

I had to knock down the wall
I swear to god that I’m gone
I’m leaving I’m leaving
No looking back when I’m gone - Now & Forever

I need a girl who gon’ love me
I need a girl who gon’ trust me
Someone to fuck me
Someone to make me feel lucky
Someone that’s so proud to be with me - Company

I pull the knife out my back and cut they throat with it momma
I’m “Game of Thrones” with it momma
I’m “ Home Alone” with it momma - You & The 6

What am I supposed to do after we done doing everything we do
Who is your replacement?
Are we still good? Are we still good? - Jungle

Some nights I wish I could go back in life
Not to change shit, just to feel a couple things twice - 6PM in New York

Pool Party

* Lafayette × Reader
* 2-45: All I know is that the stars have never looked brighter than in this moment with you
* Modern

A/N: OK I gift thee another Lafayette imagine! Uh so I got a new phone, which I use to write, so there may be more typos than normal as this phone is currently going nuts with auto correct. Besides that, enjoy!

Word Count: 2,867


You wish you could say you were glad that summer break had finally rolled around. It was the end of your first year of college, and sure you were happy for the break. You were not so happy about being apart from your new friends.

Hercules Mulligan went back to New York. John Laurens complained for weeks about returning home to South Carolina. And Alexander Hamilton and Lafayette went back to Virginia to their foster parents the Washingtons.

You missed them all so much. You missed Hercules’ loud booming voice. You missed watching and laughing at John’s shameless flirting. You missed counting how many cups of coffee Alexander drank daily. And you missed Lafayette. There were too many thinks about him you liked and missed to just narrow it down to one.

He was handsome and funny and kind and he had an accent and his habit of slipping back into french. He could bake and he always went out of his way to cheer up anyone of the gang. He was pretty amazing.

With your longing to see them all again, you were happy that Alexander suggested the gang all meets up at his house for a week or two. Of course everyone readily agreed which led to an insane amount of planning. You, Hercules, and John tried to get planes that came in the same day. And surprisingly you succeeded. And your plane would be the first one into Virginia of that day.

So you sat in plane, anxiously tapping your foot which was annoying your seat mate. You tried to listen to music or read a book but you we so excited to see Alexander and Lafayette and the guys again. Finally, the plane landed so you grabbed you personal bag and went to the baggage claim.

Standing near the arrival board were Alexander and Lafayette. There backs were turned as they tried to figure out which flight was yours and where your luggage would be. Still, it was hard to mistake the pair. Alexander was short compared to Lafayette and Lafayette’s hair was easy to spot. Wild curls detained in a fluffy pony tail.

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Will Byers headcanons

Requested by @redpanda-sauce . Hope you like it & thank you for the request :)

Also I have never written Will before, I hope it isn’t too bad.

- He likes to wake up early

- His favorite color is red

- He wants a hamster

- He prefers playing inside than outside

- He loves christmas and he wishes that he could spend it with his family and his friends

- Sometimes he hides his mom’s cigarettes, he doesn’t like her smoking

- He is scared of his friend group growing apart as they get older

- He hates going to the hairdresser

- His first word was ‘Jon’ (Jonathan)

- He wishes his mum would spend more time with him

- He gets really shy around girls

- He doesn’t want Jonathan to move to New York

- He doesn’t like sports

- He loves sweets

- He loves walking around the woods

- Sometimes he falls asleep in the Castle Byers