all your talent is gone now

Dream

Originally posted by nnochu

Word Count: 3.8k
Genre: Angst/Fluff
Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Description: You had picture the exciting reactions that you would get from him when you tell him that you’re pregnant. But you soon realize that you shouldn’t have get your expectations high because you would only have it crashed down in front of you. It is related to Mirage.


The noise of a metal rattling and clicking suddenly feels too loud for your ears. And the greater amount number of the clock ticking the greater your anxiety level increases. You take a glance on your wall where your vintage clock attached and another deep of sigh falling out of your lips. 

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They Wanna Make Me Their Queen

( Prompt: princess diaries style “I grew up not knowing I was royal and suddenly my royal grandparent showed up out of nowhere and told me I was so now I guess I’m the heir to the throne and you’re my crush from my pre-royal days but I still have a crush on you” AU ) 

PART 3

A/N: So my crush talked to me today ( it was just a simple hello but I DIED ), and I died again when I saw Tom Holland strip down to his boxers in that new trailer. My friends are probably sick and tired of hearing about me rant about Tom Holland’s abs and my new husband, Matt Murdock.

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As it turns out, you don’t have to worry about keeping secrets from your friends for long.

After about a month of gruelling ‘after-school’ sessions with an endless string of tutors, of having to come up with flimsy excuses for cancelling on outings and get-togethers, of having to tough out the agony of avoiding Peter’s soft and concerned eyes that beg you to tell him what’s wrong, the paparazzi snap pictures of you and your grandmother having afternoon tea in the Hilton. They’d put two and two together, and before you could say, “I have a crush on Peter Parker”, pictures of you are splashed all over the front page.

Your phone’s been buzzing non-stop, but you’ve been ignoring the messages and missed calls – Did you even know fifty people from Midtown High? – too focused on your very furious grandmother, who’s been pacing the room, a wild animal in cage. Peter’s face, coupled with his adorable smile, flashes across your screen for the tenth time; you flip your phone over so that you won’t have to see his picture.

“Grandmother, I’m sorry,” You apologise meekly. “This is my fault.”

Throwing the papers aside with an impatient huff, your grandmother rounds on you, her eyes fierce and piercing. You almost regret having said anything.

“Silly child,” She says, her tone warm and exasperated all at once. “How on earth is it your fault? It’s the damn press –”

You’ve never heard her swear before. It makes you giggle.

“Frankly, I’m surprised that we’ve been able to keep you out of the public eye for so long.” She shakes her head, deep in thought. “But now that the – How do you say – dog’s out of the kennel, we’ll just have to make the most of things.”

“What’s going to happen to my baby?” Your mother demands, going into full mother-bear mode, her voice holding an edge of protectiveness to it. “Is (Y/n) going to be safe?”

(M/n), I assure you that precautions are being taken, even as we speak. There will be increased security –”

You’re sure your face turns pale at the thought of having a team of beefy bodyguards on your heels 24/7.

“– We’ll enroll her in some self-defense classes, we’ll get her a Taser, some pepper spray … Whatever’s necessary. I swear on the Crown of Serangoon that I will do anything and everything in my power to keep (Y/n) safe.” Grandmother sighs then, having gotten it out of her system, and continues. “However, I think a press conference is in order. We’ll have to introduce (Y/n) to the public officially, and the date of Coronation Day will have to be pushed forward –”

Your mother and grandmother launch into a deep and lengthy conversation about banquets, fittings, classes. And all you can do is sit there, your head spinning, a satellite out of orbit.

At least you don’t faint this time. 

It’s progress, at least, you think.


You walk into school the next day, and nearly run out screaming for Stanley to take you back home, press camped outside the school be damned.

Stanley had had to muscle his way through about three feet of screaming paparazzi pressing themselves onto you from all directions, screaming out their questions, the camera flashes blinding and searing themselves into your retinas.

Everyone wants a piece of you, it seems. Kids goggle at you when you walk down the halls; in addition to the news article, there had been a news report filled with pictures of you: From a smiley, gap-toothed, pig-tailed (Y/n) to a teenaged (Y/n), smashing her cheek with Peter, clowning about for the camera. The press had raided your Snapchat, Instagram and Facebook accounts, it seemed. You’d had the misfortune of seeing the report at a diner, but the fortune of having Stanley and his limo nearby; you’d ran out before anyone could identify you.

Kids you barely know, have barely talked to in the past year – nerds, jocks, Queen Bees – all stop to talk to you. A year ago, you wouldn’t have been breathing the same air as them; but now, all everyone wants is to talk to you, to ask for your autograph, to invite you to parties.

Worse, your friends are slipping away. You manage to wave to Michelle only once, in a corridor, surrounded by your new fan club. She doesn’t return it. Her eyes are huge and dark and accusing, all at once. As for Peter – he’s taken to spending time with Ned, and he can’t quite look you in the eyes, even when you try to catch his gaze. 

You know that you have a whole lot of apologizing and explaining to do, but how can you possibly start if your friends have already decided that they want nothing to do with you? To avoid encountering Peter, you bury yourself in your phone and hurry away. Every instance leaves you with a frigid soreness buried so deep inside that no amount of heat could wring it out.

On second thought, you accept that party invitation.


You’re wearing a slim black Costume National sheath dress, a strand of pearls around your neck. Your hair is neat, your face made up with a thick layer of makeup. You look like you’re a famous model – or a princess – and you can feel the press staring at you as you walk into the room with Grandmother.

You’d caved, had tried to dial Peter on your cell phone with trembling fingers, but it’d gone straight to voicemail. You try not to think it’s because he hates you.

Grandmother handles the interview like a pro. Public speaking is not your forte – there had been an unfortunate incident in the fourth grade involving a judging panel at the annual talent show, and the front row of students being covered in vomit. All you have to do is fix a vapid smile onto your glossed lips, sitting stiffly between your mother and grandmother.

“Princess (Y/n),” Someone’s saying your name now, and you immediately glance up, more than a little startled at being addressed. “We’ve received pictures of you and a boy identified as Peter Parker. Is he your boyfriend?”

Your hands are shaking. Your knuckles are white when you ball them up into fists. You might have a security detail, a whole armoury of weapons and weekly self-defense classes, but Peter, Ned and Michelle don’t. If you’re not careful, someone could hurt them to get to you. 

And you don’t think you could live with yourself if it did happen.

Protect your friends, only to lose them … Or disregard their safety for your own selfishness?

It’s not even a choice.

Your mouth is dry. You have to practically force the words out of your mouth. “No. No, they – Peter was just a … He’s not important. None of them are.”

The moment the lie leaves your lips, you want to scream. You want to take all your words back.

But you can’t.

B99 Hiatus Writing Challenge

In the immortal words of Captain Raymond Jacob Holt, “EVERYTHING IS GARBAGE.” – The finale left our favorite squad in pain, we have to wait months for new content, and Dianetti still isn’t canon.

Even Terry knows what we need most in these trying times: fanfiction

Under the cut is a list of 30 prompts/summaries put together with a ton of help from @stardustsantiago, @peraltiagoisland@scullysthumbtacks, @three-drink-amy​, and @dogworldchampion. Feel free to run away with any (or many) of these plot bunnies!! Let’s make this hiatus as gr99 as possible. ★

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Imagine Chris discovering just how much you love him. (Part B)

A/N: Part 2B, yo! I know I left you with a bit of a cliffhanger, but here it is; the notebook. 💕 (I’ve decided to make this my regular time to post now, just to catch the time zones.) You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, and ‘She Said Yes’ - Masterlist; ‘Miss Graduate’: Part 1/Part 2A)

Chris Evans, if you are reading this then I somehow managed to get this notebook to you on my graduation day. I don’t know if you’ll read the whole thing, or if you’ll read this first page and throw it away thinking I’m absolutely insane. I don’t know because as much as I’d like to think I know you, I don’t and I don’t know if I’ll ever be lucky enough to. So let me just give you a quick rundown on what’s in this notebook, or what I’m planning to write in it.

Chris could hear your voice when he read your words; he could always hear your voice, and it always made him smile. He couldn’t believe that you’d think he’d throw away the notebook after reading just the first page. Whether or not he knew who you were- he would’ve let his curiosity take hold of him and read the whole thing from cover to cover. After that, he’d find you because if he fell for you through your mini series- he would’ve fallen for you through your innermost thoughts and feelings. He stopped thinking and continued reading, letting your voice speak to him again.

I guess I should introduce myself first to make this a little less weird. My name is Y/N Y/L/N and I’m- well, I’ll be twenty-two when you read this, but I am currently nineteen. As I’m writing this, I’ve got my acceptance letter into UCLA in front of me; I’ll be starting my first semester in January and I’m both terrified and excited to start this part of my life. The reason I’m telling you all this is because you are the reason I applied for UCLA in the first place. Without you, I would still be stuck in my comfort zone a million miles away from where I want to be. Without you, I wouldn’t have done what scared me. Without you, I wouldn’t be one step closer to fulfilling my dream of being a screenwriter. Whether or not you choose to read this whole thing, I want you to know how grateful I am towards you. I need you know how thankful I am for helping me move along in life. I promise that my first Oscar will be dedicated to you and everything you didn’t know you’ve done for me.

Chris rested the notebook page down on his lap and he ran a hand over his mouth as he fought the urge to tear up. Every time you thanked him for helping you get to and through UCLA, he got teary eyed because you were always so genuine with your gratefulness and appreciation. Now he accepted the thanks that helped you get through UCLA because he was there for you; he was your friend, then boyfriend, then fiancé while you were studying. But he didn’t even know you when you applied and got accepted, you could thank him all you want but he’d never claim the credit for helping you. He didn’t understand how- no matter how much you tried to explain it to him, he still believed he was just one of the pieces. Like with or without him, you would’ve eventually done something with your talent and gone to UCLA anyway. Every time he said that, you had to fight the urge to show him the notebook. You needed him to know everything so he’d stop brushing you off and crediting you for something that wouldn’t have happened without him.

He picked the notebook back up and continued to read.

Let’s see, the journey starts with my gap year. I took a gap year after I graduated from high school, unlike most of my class and school mates who knew exactly what they wanted to do and where they wanted to go. I had no clue, and when people asked me what I wanted to do- I found myself lying. I told everyone what they wanted and expected from me, but it made me feel like a fraud. I tried to find myself- to find a path I wanted to walk, but I always came up empty. As a kid when I found myself feeling lost or alone, I turned to writing because when I wrote- I could be whoever and do whatever I wanted. I could hide behind my words, drift off into a place far from everyone else- far from myself. I didn’t have to think or pretend because nothing bad happened in my stories, it was always perfect. Writing was an escape for me, it was my safe haven. And that, Chris, was where you came into play.

He loved the story of how you started writing about him, as did Sebastian and Ava. Why? Because you only started writing about him because you were writing about Sebastian and wanted to have a little bit of a love triangle happening. It was incredibly amusing and it was something he- and everyone loved teasing you about. But of course, the reason behind why you stopped writing about Sebastian and started writing about Chris and only Chris as your main love interest- that was too sweet to let even the hilarity of how you started ruin it. You said, and he could easily quote it because it was one of his favorite things ever, “the more I wrote about you, the less I wrote about Sebastian and the harder I fell for someone I didn’t know. You were perfect, Chris Evans. To me, for me- I couldn’t write about anyone else anymore.”

The notebook thoroughly explained everything, it said it all; how great an inspiration he was to you, how talented you thought he was, how much you’d love to work with him one day, and how much you truly loved him- but that came near the end after you started dating him. It was basically a journal, but instead of talking to yourself- you spoke to him. It became less formal and more casual as your relationship with him progressed, it became moments he missed that you wanted him to have and anecdotes of how you knew he was the one for you.

A personal favorite- of his and yours- a moment that secure feelings on both sides, that promised a possible lifetime together actually happened before the two of you dated. The day you skipped class and spent it with him, at Burbank and the Dolby Theater. It could’ve been considered a first date, except you went as friends, but it was still one of the most memorable days you’ve had together. It said so in your notebook, and even told him that was the moment you knew you’d fallen for him. Like actually fell- not as a fan, but as a girl who wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of her life with a boy.

I just returned home after spending the day with you in Burbank and at the Dolby Theater, Chris, and I’m going to write everything that happened down now. I’m not doing this because I’m afraid we’ll forget it, I’m doing this because I want you to know exactly when I fell for you; today. Not you as in actor, Chris Evans. I meant you as in Chris Evans, the guy I always believed you were. The more time I spend with you, the more I realize how accurate I was about everything. You are as kind, as thoughtful, as sweet, and definitely as romantic as Fan fic Chris. I don’t know if we’ll ever be something more than just friends, but this is a feeling I want to share with you. I love you. I am in-love with you. To me- you are the one, and- Have you heard that song ‘One and Only’ by the Adele? Well, when I listen to that- I think of us, and more importantly how I feel about you. Now I know you’re not completely oblivious to my affections; you are a smart man, and you’ve read my mini-series. But until you tell me otherwise, I won’t be acting on anything. I can’t lose you as a friend, and I’d rather have you in my life than not have you at all.

Chris felt this eyes narrow slightly, 'One and Only’ by Adele. Had he heard it before? He didn’t know if he should continue reading, or listen to the song before he did. He was curious about both. He decided to continue reading first, he was already nearing the end. The last few entries detailed: the day after you got together, the trip to Boston, the rough patch, the proposal, the long weekend, and even the dinner you two had with Sebastian and Ava. He smiled when he read about the play fight you had out on the grass under the stars. He was glad you loved that moment as much as he did, that you thought it was worthy of being mentioned.

When all was read, he closed the notebook and hugged it to his chest. He was definitely going to keep this in a safe, safe place where no one but him could get to. He felt closer to you, and he fell deeper in-love with you. He didn’t have a doubt before about marrying you, but this somehow made him even more sure about the future he had with you. Neither of you were going anywhere, this was going to work out until you were both old and gray. He was sure of it, as were those who’d seen the two of you together.

Chris carried the notebook with him as he made his way over to your clutch where your phone was. He pulled it out and searched for the song, 'One and Only’ by Adele. He found it, grabbed his earphones, then walked to sit back down in his original spot on the couch. He closed his eyes and allowed the music to engulf his thoughts and feelings.

You’ve been on my mind
I grow fonder every day,
Lose myself in time
Just thinking of your face
God only knows
Why it’s taken me so long
To let my doubts go
You’re the only one that I want

I don’t know why I’m scared, I’ve been here before
Every feeling, every word, I’ve imagined it all,
You never know if you never try
To forgive your past and simply be mine

I dare you to let me be your, your one and only
Promise I’m worthy to hold in your arms
So come on and give me the chance
To prove that I’m the one who can
Walk that mile until the end starts

If I’ve been on your mind
You hang on every word I say
Lose yourself in time at the mention of my name
Will I ever know how it feels to hold you close?
And have you tell me whichever road I choose you’ll go

I don’t know why I’m scared 'cause I’ve been h-

Chris pulled out his earphones before the song could finish, and boy were his tears rolling. If that was the song you thought about when you thought of him, he was overjoyed to have done what the song asked. He couldn’t imagine what his life would be like if he hadn’t, he wouldn’t be as happy and felt as loved as he did when he was with you. He understood it now, understood how much you truly loved him and why you always thanked him for finding his way into your life. He placed both notebook and your phone down on the coffee table then headed upstairs because he needed to see you and reciprocate the great love you carried for him.

He wiped his tears as he opened his bedroom door, soon to be yours too. He stood in the doorway and watched you sleep with the help of the soft lights in the hallway. God, did he love you with everything he had. He was ready and wanting to start the life you’d both talked about extensively. He quietly padded across the room, shushing Dodger who whined as Chris gently pushed him off you. He leaned over you and gently tucked his arms under your body, lifting you off the mattress to press you against him for a warm hug. You stirred in his arms and he gently drew his head back to smile at you before kissing your forehead.

“What are you doing?” You groaned, tired and drunk. “Chris, stop,” you whined and pushed your palms against his chest; he chuckled softly and released you from his arms. “What are you doing?” You quizzed again, blinking at the light peeking in through the ajar door.

“Nothing,” he shook his head. You felt your head pound as you turned, burying your face into your pillow. He remained hovering over you then sat down beside your hip, running his hand soothingly up and down your back. “I just love you.”

“Love me in the morning,” you mumbled into the pillow then fell right back to sleep.

“No,” he whispered with a smile, readjusting your hair so it wouldn’t tangle with your necklace. “I think I’m okay sticking to my original plan to love you every second of every moment of the rest of my life.” He leaned over and kissed the back of your head, smiling when he remembered the last paragraph he read in your notebook.

Honestly, Chris. If I don’t become a success in Hollywood; if all I’m known for is being your wife and the mother of your children; if that is all I can achieve in this lifetime, and any lifetimes after, I’d be perfectly contented and at peace with myself. Why, you ask? Because, my love, that is the greatest accomplishment one can achieve: to love unconditionally and earn that in return. So don’t fret if I don’t complete my goal of becoming a screenwriter because you are all I need now.

“The feeling is mutual, Y/N.”

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Part 2C

Jackson Imagine - Memories

A/N - A nice little Jackson request for you all~ A bit on the shorter side but I thought it was cute just like this. Hope you all enjoy!

A scenario where jackson starts talking abt his trainee days when it was rly hard for him (i think he talked abt it in bromance) then reader starts crying and saying sry that she wasnt there for him!!!

“What are you looking at there, (Y/N)?” Jackson asked, coming to sit beside you. 
“Just some pictures from your trainee days that Mark sent me. You looked so cute!”
“And I don’t anymore?”
“Nope. You’re even cuter now!” You said, poking his cheeks and making him giggle. Jackson leaned closer to you, trying to get a look at the phone to see more of the old pictures. He smiled as he remembered some of the good times and memories he made while training. 
“Sometimes I do miss those days. I was a lot less busy! But I didn’t have you so I guess it wasn’t quite as good as it is now.”
“You’ve never really talked much about your trainee days. Tell me about what it was like,” you said, turning your whole body and looking at him, full of hope that he would tell you about his old memories with the other trainees. 
“Well, it was hard. We had to practice so much, even more than now so that we were ready for our monthly assessments. But there were some amazing people there too, including the boys of course. Sometimes I think back to all the people who debuted and…”
“And what?” You were curious to hear him finish the sentence, wanting to know more about his life before you. 
“And I wonder if I deserved to have debuted and gotten this success.”

Hearing those words crushed your heart. How could such an amazing, talented person think like that?
“Jackson…”
“I know you probably think I’m crazy for thinking like that but it’s true. Some days I do think if I deserve this, especially when I think of all the talented people who didn’t get as close as debuting. Sometimes, I do think about what would have happened if I had gone to the US for college or kept up fencing.”
“Jackson, you deserve everything you had achieved and more. And don’t ever think otherwise, please.”
“I wish it were that easy, my love. But I’ve always had these kind of thoughts pop up every now and then, more so when I was a trainee. There would be nights when I cried from how scared and undeserving I felt.” You shifted closer and wrapped your arms around Jackson, holding him close to you. A few small tears fell down your cheeks and you sniffed as you tried to hold in the emotion. 
“Oh, (Y/N), don’t cry! I’m okay, I promise.”
“I know you are, Jackson but I just feel bad that I wasn’t there when you had those thoughts.”
“Don’t feel bad, my love. I don’t need you to comfort me or reassure me. You already give me so much strength that whenever I do start to get those negative thoughts, I just throw them away and stop thinking about it.”
“I still wish I had been there for you back in your trainee days.”
“So do I. Trainee Jackson would have loved you almost as much as idol Jackson does now.”

I can’t believe it’s been one year.

I was terrified for the finale, terrified that someone was going to die, that it was going to leave us with heartbreak and devastation. That the Pines family would have to say goodbye in the most bittersweet way possible.

The finale was perfect. It wrapped up everything beautifully, it handled the art, the characters, the voices, the plot so wonderfully, just like the series as a whole. The ending was bittersweet, but more on the sweet side if I do say so myself.

It’s probably strange to have such a strong attachment to a show, to fictional characters, but Gravity Falls meant so much to me. The characters meant so much to me. They still do have meaning in my life. I may not have had the pleasure and fortune of being here since the start of the crazy 4 years (turning 5!), but I’m so grateful, because there was such a high chance that I never would’ve gotten into it.

It’s left an impact on my life that I’ll never forget. Gravity Falls gave me a family who went through heck and back, and came out stronger than ever. Gravity Falls gave me an adorable pair of siblings, who remind me to be a better sister. Gravity Falls gave me incredible female characters who inspire me. Gravity Falls gave me the reassurance that growing up isn’t the end of the world, that it’s okay to be scared but everything is going to be okay. Gravity Falls gave me the chance to go on a huge adventure, to solve mysteries and to have the summer of a lifetime.

Summer ends and things change. But Gravity Falls is here to stay. Forever and always. The Pines family are gone for now, but we haven’t seen the last of them. Not at all!

Thank you again to Alex Hirsch and the Gravity Falls crew. Your hard work and talent will never be forgotten, thank you for giving us this wonderful show, for putting your hard work and determination and all your effort into making sure the final product was worthwhile, which it was in every single case. You guys put up with a lot, and mad props to you. Thank you for opening my eyes to the animation industry and how much respect we owe to the wonderful artists and writers out there.

And thank you to my fandom, for being a family to me. I know I haven’t interacted with you all, but you’ve made this journey even more incredible. The fun, the angst, the theorizing, the screaming, the art, the fics… Heck, you guys are the reason I got back into writing and have made a resolve to improve. I owe it to you. There are times where I fear that we’re dissipating, but I know we’re here to stay. For a long long time.

Here’s to the future. May it be full of even more friends, fun, mystery and adventure.

Stay weird.

Lewis Redman Imagine- Superstar

Originally posted by littlemixurl

Request/Summary: Hi can I have a request were you are in a band and Lewis and the sidemen + girlfriends come and see you? Maybe little mix, thanks💙

A/N: Hi, so I didn’t really make it specific to Little Mix but you can just sort of add in the names of band members that you would like! I hope you like it and thanks for requesting xx  

Masterlist

Your hands were shaking, your pulse flowing all through your body; the nerves were really getting to you tonight. Tonight was a special night, you had invited some of your friends and family to come and see your performance. You were nervous because you wanted everything to go according to plan and wanted to impress those who were closest to you.

The crowd had begun cheering your band name and you received your cue to go on stage. The intro music had begun to play when the nerves kicked in. The cheering and the loud music drowned out your brash heartbeat that was leaping out of your chest. You grabbed a hold of your microphone in one hand and placed your other hand on your hip. Walking onto the platform that would arise from the ground you smiled as complete happiness washed over you. This was your night to shine and have an amazing time.

You began to sing the first song. Gripping the mic, the words flew out of your mouth in perfect symphony. Your hips begun to swing to the rhythm as you loosened up, enjoyed yourself on stage, and danced with your friends/band members. All the nerves left your body with each wing of your hips as you enjoyed the presence of the excited crowd and relaxed into the beat.

——–

You had just finished the last song and you and the girls were waving to the crowd as you exited. Smiling to the girls, you were so thrilled that the show had gone amazing with no mic malfunctions or wardrobe disasters. You were on such a high as this was everything you could have ever wanted. You were achieving your 6-year-old dreams. Ever since you were a young girl, you had loved performing and always wanted to be on stage in front of a crowd. Now you were accomplishing those dreams and it could not feel any better.

The after party was in full swing with drinks offered all around to celebrate the success of the night. The show had gone amazing and everyone was still on their buzzes from the performance. You were deep in conversation and laughter with (band member) when you felt a pair of warm hands snake around your waist. Lewis whispered in your ear “Hey Superstar,” instantly smiling you turned in his embrace. Blushing you kissed him gently and accepted his closeness. Pulling back, you beamed and noticed the rest of your friends who you had invited to the concert.

Pleased, you welcomed Simon, JJ, Josh and Freya into a gracious hug. They started congratulating you on your performance as you returned to Lewis’ side. “You were absolutely amazing y/n, it was so good!” Simon said, “Yeah you are so talented” Josh and Freya spoke, “We have to do something together, I mean honestly you were so killer out there y/n” JJ added earning a giggle from you as you thanked them deeply.

Vik, Tobi, Ethan and Emily followed over to hug and congratulate you sharing only kind words. “That was truly beautiful” Vik spoke, “You have some mad skills y/n you’ve got a great set of vocal cords” Tobi spoke highly of you, “Yeah absolute tekkers that was!” Ethan spoke while Emily added, “You’re amazing!” “Thank you, thank you, you’re too kind, you graciously replied. Harry came bouncing over and interrupted your reply but he just wanted to carry on congratulating you. He was quickly followed by Cal(lux) and Sarah. “You were so great y/n, completely insane!”

The compliments and conversations about your performance carried on throughout the night with only positive words leaving everyone’s mouths.

You and Lewis broke away from the group to grab some drinks. “You were honestly so good out there y/n, you looked so happy and I’m so proud of you,” Lewis spoke. “Thank you Lewis. You know I just get in my zone and everything just feels right, the music, the dance moves, the crowd, you know.” “You are so talented babe,” “Thank you lovely and I would love to spend all my time just with you right now but we really should get back to everyone,” You spoke while Lewis was more-than leaning over you.

You spent the night celebrating with all your friends who you had invited to see your performance. The concert itself had gone perfectly and you were overwhelmed with how much support you had from your friends. You were so happy that your dreams were accomplished; you had amazing friends and an amazing boyfriend who was there to support you and offer such kind words.

Playtime (M)


**GIF NOT MINE

Requested by: Anon :D  I hope you’ll like this <3

Characters: Bambam (GOT7), You (Reader/OC)

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Warning/s: Virgin, Playful sex :p

Length: 2390 words

Plot:   You are best friends with Bambam and he invited you to come over the dorms to play his newly bought video game. When the two of you started to play the game, something in him sparked and he felt so aroused, so he decided to play a different game with you instead.

A/N This is going to be different from the other smut fics that I’ve written before (maybe because it is Bambam hahaha that fluffy little muffin) so if you are expecting something kinky or dom levels – this is not for yah – also got no time to proofread so I apologize for any mistakes.

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“THE WALKING DEAD MICHONNE?  Are you effin’ serious Bammie?”  You yelled over the phone as you grabbed the towel from the bedside table.

“Yes, __________.  You heard me right.  I got it!” Bambam giggled over the phone and you whined.

“Can I come over?  Do not play that video game without me Bammie I am so gonna kill you!”  You shouted as you pick up clothes from your closet – ready to leave the house once Bambam says yes.

“The hyungs and Yugy are not here – so you can definitely come over and let’s play this video game together!”  He approves and you smiled widely.

“Alright, give me 20 minutes; I’ll be right there, okay?”  You said and you hang up the phone before he can even respond.  You are waaaay too excited because you are a huge fan of the Walking Dead and you are more than happy to know that your best friend has it already and you two can play it.

You wore your favorite denim shorts and a white tee – your usual get up.  You didn’t dare to put any more make up since it’s just Bambam who would see you any way.  You grabbed your sneakers from the shoe rack and once you had them on, you picked up your bag from the floor and sped out of the house.

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anonymous asked:

Jess, you've truly gone and done it again! While I was scrolling through your latest Tale of Three Sisters thread it took me a while to get it into my brain that it was only 1 person playing all 3 sisters - you play them so well and add such subtle characteristics and mannerisms that make them so unique! Even now, my brain refuses to believe that it's the same person playing each character - you really are an incredibly talented individual!

(( OOC: *is emotionally incapable of reacting to such lovely and meaningful compliments and therefore gesticulates wildly at you instead* ))

anonymous asked:

Not gonna lie but i got a bit protective over you when u told us about the twitter thing. It made me want to cuddle you and shield you from all those rude ass people. I mean constructive criticism is one thing but just straight up bashing ur work? GTFO! You're so amazingly talented dont let anyone tell u otherwise; with every comic u do your art will keep improving. Trust me it has been an honor to see how far youve gone. Even though i dont know u, i want u to succeed and i know u will 💚 ilyvm

AhHHH thank u sm ;__; im super touched that so many of you guys have my back 😭💘💘😭💘 I’m ok now though! I was just shook cause they were just openly leaving mean comments or saying it in another language and I was hmnnnNNNNNN ??¿?¿? But I’m over it cause I got u guys so who believe in me clutches chest LOL ty for all the support!!! I hope u have a great day~

You Deserve

Originally posted by holdmettightbts

Part 2 | Part 3

Hoseok x Reader Angst?

Word Count: 4.9k

(A/n): The longest shit I’ve ever written in my life lmao. Based on Save Me (BTS) and Because I’m a Girl (KISS). 

You should also listen to Because You Loved Me by Celine Dion ‘cause I used that song as well. Hope you like it though ^^ 

Also there may or may not be like one sentence hinting suicidal thoughts, so watch out for that.

Hope | hōp | noun | a feeling of expectation and desire for a certain thing to happen.

Jung Hoseok had his life laid out for him already. He was exceptional, extraordinary, talented, especially when it came to dancing. At school, though he may not have been top of the class, he was very well known as a dancer and the sunshine that everyone could look to for a smile to brighten their day.

He was certainly popular, though he only stuck to a group of friends that he danced with.

Hoseok was just a fun person, according to everyone, comfortable to be around. If one were to be in the worst mood ever, he seemed to always be able to make them crack a smile and even breathe the tiniest of chuckles.

That’s what you heard, being the secluded part of your school that barely mingled with people outside of your few close friends.

You’d heard rumors that his smile was blinding, so bright and beaming it could rival the sun. You’d heard he seemed like a great friend, nice and caring, kind to those he’s never spoken to. But in this school, everyone has probably had a run in with the Jung Hoseok. He’s always bounding down the halls tall and confident with that wide smile stretched across his face, greeting others with an upbeat “hello”.

What do you know though, you were perhaps the only person who has never seen his smile up close, only from afar. But even then, from afar you can feel the intensity of his pearly whites gleaming so brightly.

There was never a time that you’d ever seen Hoseok sad or depressed, he was always seen smiling, well maybe not during class, but he was never upset. Maybe he’d get upset with his friends, but he never seemed to have any problems with his life.

Aren’t the saddest people the one’s who will smile the brightest? Isn’t it because they don’t want to see other people suffer, to be down?

You wonder how broken Hoseok actually is, if maybe he’s putting up a rather heavy facade this whole entire time. People have come to rely on him to make their day better that maybe he’s come to the conclusion that he must never be upset, or else he’d let everyone down.

You wonder if one day, his smile will turn crooked, melancholy, and morph into wretched sadness that turns his smile upside down into a frown. You wonder if one day his eyes will water with pure grief and sadness instead of the tears that mark his cheeks because his group of friends played a prank on him.

And that day was soon to come.

It was apparent that Hoseok was talented at dancing, apparently being a big fan of hip hop. You’d never seen it up close or in person, only through the glass screen of your friend’s phone, a video of him dancing solo in one of your school’s dance studios. He was superb you admitted.

His face seemed so content, so full of passion and happiness, as his body moved fluidly and sharply to the music. He was full of life.

One day, it’d all gone downhill.

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Originally posted by dramioners

Requested by  camilap1227 <3
Prompt:  Hi! I was wondering if maybe you could do a Draco x reader imagine where it’s a progression of when they met as kids and grow up to have a beautiful romance and eventually get married and grow old together. :)

MASTERLIST.

Do you remember when we first met? I don’t. It was such a long time ago. I think I always thought we were friends.. That you just so happened to always be near. When I was born, you were born too. Once I even thought we were somehow related, and I remember the fireworks once my Mother harshly informed me that we, infect, weren’t.  The world just… didn’t seem to be right without you in the picture. I don’t think I ever even thought about it without you.

Your eyes stared out the window, the scenery behind it a moving blur as the playful colours of the ending summer still lingered. You then gazed at your bests friend in the whole wide world sitting in front of you, his two bully friends casually sat next to him. He was talking again, his mouth moving fast as the confident, dare you say cocky?, look in his ice grey eyes staring at Crab. Or was it Goyle? You could never tell.

“–do you agree, (Name)?” Draco suddenly turned to you, making you blink.

“Hm?” The lost look in your (color) eyes gave you away. Draco scoffed.

“Pay attention, will you?-…”

When we started Hogwarts, well…Only then did I realize how frowned upon was being good friends with you. It was a shock, honestly. I was so lost and afraid, but most of all I was so, so angry. You turned away from me and found new friends – naturally, I did too. But I wanted you. I wanted to keep the strong bond between us, and yet you always kept pushing me away and I didn’t understand why.  

By year three you changed so much I hardly even recognised you.

He stalked down the corridor, all high and mighty as you gave him a dirty look.

“What’s with that?” He questioned.

“Your face makes me nauseous.” You told, bitter.

And yet.. You still asked me to the Yule ball. And I still said yes.

Your laughter echoed in the empty corridor as Draco dragged you through it in a rushed pace. Admits the dancing you snuck into the kitchen and managed to snatch some liquor for the after party at the Slytherin compartment.  

You grinned from ear to ear, your hair dancing in the wind as you briefly turned back to see if no one was following you – the coast was clear. Abruptly, the two of you stopped, panting for air with goofy grins on your faces.  

“That was…-” Draco started, taking in a deep breath to heed his oxygen lacking lungs.

“-Exciting!” You finished, releasing a giggle right afterwards. Draco let a low chuckle escape his lips, though he didn’t say anything further. As the dust settled silence engulfed the two of you – years of being apart urged you to say what you’ve been surpassing for so long. Your big grin fell into a timid one, and casting your eyes down you thought of the right words to say. But neither of you could think of anything.

Wordless, he tugged you into the dungeons, but this time at a much slower pace as his fingers intertwined with yours.

I was dense, so dense that I still shake my head to this day when I remember all those longing looks you sent my way, all the sweet smiles and the over all closeness you gave me without really being…close. I thought you missed being my friend. I thought you wanted to come celebrate Christmas with my family again and practice magic till dawn.  

All was sailing smooth, until…Until you became desperate. It scared me, really. You scared me. I knew of the Dark Mark and how much it frightened you, but with dragging me along to your hate filled ‘friendly’ meetings, and how jealous, protective and over all bitter you became only pushed me away. Then…Then you told me that you loved me.

It felt as if the world slipped out your fingers and at the same time your heart thudded in your chest. Not knowing whether you should frown or smile – both were tempting,- you released a small puff of air through your parted lips and turned away from his gaze that demanded an answer. Gulping, you forced yourself to stare him in the eyes, but no words dared to come out your mouth.

His hands held yours, and taking a step closer to you Draco burrowed his brows softly.

“I love you more than anything in this world.” He told, breathless.

I knew you were afraid. Afraid of loosing me and falling due to you now being a Death Eater, someone you never wanted to be. Despite how much you changed, I knew you were good. Deep down you were a kind and generous soul, but that thick cocky shell you surrounded yourself in became the only thing real. I didn’t know whether you intended it to be so. Was it your parents? The school? Life? At that moment, all I could recall was the happily smiling child without a care in the world.

And then I realized. I loved you too. The old you. The new you. It didn’t matter to me. The world…didn’t seem right without you.

As you gazed at the guests you couldn’t help but smile, admiring how many people showed up to you wedding. Draco Malfoy sat beside you, his hand engulfed around yours. Suddenly, he leaned in.

“I didn’t get to say this sooner, but…” You looked into his ice grey eyes, “-you look absolute stunning. I cant…cant believe that I-”

“-You always had me, my love,” You murmured, “-and you don’t look half bad yourself, might I add.”

Now that I think about it, time does fly so fast, doesn’t it? One day I’m running around in your family’s garden and getting lost in that never ending maze, and the next it’s our first born. From when he could talk Scorpius was you from head to toe, and then he started showing signs of magic and…I must admit, I felt a bit disappointed. Not that I wasn’t proud of my baby boy, but I just…I didn’t know how to live without him anymore. The world didn’t seem right without the two of you.

And with you away so often and I busy everyday I was starting to get afraid that we will grow apart. When Scorpius left for Hogwarts I…I must admit that I wasn’t as happy as I pretended to be. But you knew me so well that you noticed right away. And despite us being apart so often, you did it again. That strange thing I could never do – be close without being close. When I bid you farewell and when I kissed you back it seemed like no time had passed. There was no gap in the day when you were gone. Everything was stitched so perfectly, and it was all done by you. I could’ve never managed…

..And here we are now. How many years have past? I stopped counting.

Such a lovely drawing, my darling,” You glanced at the small six year old girl sitting beside you, and then back at the atrocious picture that was shoved into your fingers, “-you have a heart of an artist and a talent of one as well.” Your granddaughter grinned from ear to ear, proudly gazing at her most recent work – a drawing of your family. In the back was you and Draco, then Scorpius and her mother and lastly her.

I am so lucky…So lucky I wasn’t dense enough not to push you away when you pushed me. Even to this day my love for you burns strong. Even after all this time, and always.

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Stereotypes

Demon Hunters: “They laid in prison for years and now expect us to follow their lead. Where were you when the Lich King threatened us? When Deathwing shattered the world? Go back to your prisons and let the rest of us do the real work.”

Death Knights: “The Lich King is gone yet you still feed of suffering. You are a plague on the world, a rabid dog. You should all be put down.”

Druids: “The druids have nurtured the world since the Sundering. Respect for your talents and respect for your sacrifice.”

Hunters: “Archers and survivalists all. Have one of them back you in a fight is always a good thing.”

Mages: “Arcane manic is the cause of all troubles in the world. Had we not meddled in powers beyond our control, our world would not need saving as often.”

Monks: “They use their bodies as weapons and for that I will grant them respect. Their focus on the energy called chi reeks of magic, something that will bendthen to their own sha.”

Paladins: “They are able with a sword but they rely to much on their vaulted magic to empower them. Faith is one thing, but their magic reeks of desperation.”

Priests: “Pious or demented, those are the only kinds you will find. Fight for your beliefs, your cause, but leave your prayers at home. They have no place on the battlefield.”

Rogues: “Stealth, poison, these are the tools of a coward. They can deal death but they will never have the honor of a true fighter.”

Shamans: “They claim to call the elements with peace and friendship but I have seen them at their worst. They are little better than warlocks, bathed in the illusion of honor.”

Warlocks: “The worst of the worst. They have no issue calling demons, destroying souls, poisoning the land in their pursuit of power. When our wars are done, we should eradicate these fiends.”

Warrior: “They come from all different backgrounds and allegiances but they all stand your to toe with their enemies and face death. Respect.”

(Note: These opinions are heavily based on the character’s own issues. Please do not assume I am targeting you specifically. I love you all too much lol)

Originally posted by motherllode

Two Tricksters

From this request: You should totally write a something where the reader is dating Loki or Gabe and friends with the other and let the chaos commence

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“There she is!”

“Hi, Gabriel,” you said, relishing the feel of your best friend’s arms around you. It had been a long time since you’d seen him, what with him being busy with some sort of apocalypse and Loki having transported you to Asgard for a month-long celebration of… something or other.

“You look fantastic,” Gabriel said, holding you at arms’ length.

“Thank you. And you look… alive.”

“Thanks?”

“No, I just mean… I was worried when you said you were fighting an apocalyptic force.”

“Come on, dollface. Ain’t no apocalypse can take me down!”

The two of you found a table in the small café. A waitress appeared and took your orders—Gabriel, a giant hot chocolate and two sugar cookies, you a small caramel coffee.

“So,” Gabriel said once the waitress had scurried off. “Tell me about your new man.”

Your cheeks flushed slightly. You knew this was coming—after all, you and Gabriel told each other everything. When you’d told him you were in a relationship, Gabriel had immediately gone into protective mode, wanting to meet and interrogate Loki. You’d held him off but you knew the two would have to meet eventually.

“Well… his name is Loki. He’s tall, dark hair, alabaster skin, emerald eyes…”

“Whoa, now. Tone down your lady boner.”

You glared at Gabriel. “He’s also incredibly smart and wonderfully talented when it comes to magic and…”

“And?”

“Trickery.”

You saw Gabriel’s ears perk up. “Trickery, you say?”

You nodded. “He loves nothing more than to play tricks on his brother.”

The light in Gabriel’s eyes brightened. “Well, well, well. Sounds like a wonderful guy. When can I meet him?”

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“Loki?”

The god appeared around the corner, dressed casually yet still emitting an air of royalty. His green eyes sparkled as he approached. “Hello, darling. Did you have a nice afternoon?”

You hummed in approval as Loki pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I did. I hope you weren’t too bored here by yourself.”

“Quite the opposite. It was rather nice to have a moment of peace after the Asgardian celebration.”

“Well, I hope you don’t mind, but–”

“Hello!” Gabriel, apparently having grown bored in the hall, stepped inside your apartment. “You must be the man who’s stolen Y/N away.”

“I am,” Loki said, his tone only slightly laced with ice. “And you are?”

“Gabriel. Her closest friend and companion and,” he shot Loki a wink. “Her first trickster.”

Loki’s eyes shimmered. “I thought there was something special about you.”

“I’m flattered.”

“Boys,” you cautioned, being caught in between them. “Behave…”

“Of course,” they responded.

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Three hours later, the three of you sat on your couch, looking around at the destroyed remnants of your living room. The two tricksters had gotten into a contest, testing each other’s strength and magic. They were equally talented and your poor apartment served as a testament to that.

“Well,” Gabriel said. “I have to say… it’s nice to meet someone who rivals my abilities.”

“Agreed,” Loki said, a small furrow in his brow.

“I hope you know neither one of you is leaving until my apartment is fixed.”

The two shared a look before snapping their fingers. Furniture rips were repaired, stains removed. Things that had been materialized disappeared.

“Better, darling?” Loki asked, his arm snaking over your shoulders.

You nodded, snuggling against your boyfriend. “Is this going to become a regular thing with you two? Getting together and causing mischief together?”

“Us? Cause mischief?” Gabriel asked. “Of course not.”

You nudged his leg with your foot. “I’m serious. I don’t want to be caught in the middle of your shenanigans.”

“We promise you won’t get caught in the middle,” Loki said.

You were quiet for a moment. “You’re going to band together to prank other people, aren’t you?”

“Absolutely,” Gabriel said.

Josh Pieters - Break That Shell (Part 2B)

A/N: So I know the majority of you wanted a Conor imagine, but for the select few who were team Josh, here you go! Honestly, I think this is a rather sad version of the plans I initially had when i first wrote Part 1. But either way, I hope you enjoy it.
PART 1
PART 2A (CONOR)

Word Count: 1495

Requested: Oh yeah!

“Hey, how’s it going?” Josh asked, sitting down on the couch next to you.

Ever since the boys had burst in while you were in the middle of a bath and discovered your talent, you and Conor had been holed up in his room whenever you had free time. Both Maynard brothers had gone home to visit Anna and their parents this weekend, leaving you alone with Josh. You didn’t mind though, he was one of your closest friends here in London.

“Nothing” you sang, grinning up at him.

Rolling his eyes, he mocked you, “Woah woah. Just ‘cause you can sing now doesn’t mean you gotta do it all time.”

“Oh shut it!” you shoved him away.

“Watcha’ watching?” he asked, peering down at your screen. He plucked a earbud from your ears, placing it in his, and sank deeper in the couch, his head resting on your shoulder.

Relaxing against him, you clicked play to continue the video you were watching. After a couple of videos, Josh started complaining about his hunger, begging you to get him food.

“Just order like pizza or something”, you retorted.

“But (Y/N)! I want your lasagne!” he whined. “I’m starving! I’m gonna die if you don’t feed me.”

“Order lasagne then”, you were honestly too lazy to cook.

“(Y/N)”, he continued. “But you make the best lasagne! Like ever!” he begged.

“Fine”, you agreed, to which you got a loud cheer, and found yourself enveloped in a huge bear hug.

“But”, you started, earning a groan from the hungry lad. “You have to help.”

“Yeah yeah, fine”, a smile still etched onto his face. “Well? Let’s go cook!” he added, seeing you still sat on the couch.

“What? Now?” he feigned confusion, not wanting to get up.

He bent down, reaching his arms under you, and carried you over to the kitchen. “JOSH! PUT ME DOWN!” you yelled, feeling self-conscious and nervous about being in his arms.

“You wouldn’t get up. I had no choice”, he grinned cheekily. Reaching the kitchen, he set you down, a satisfied smile on his face.

“Get the sheets out” you bossed.

“OH NO! I’m gonna be your slave now!” he cried out.

Smirking, you retorted, “You asked for it. It could all have been avoided if you just ordered food.”

Josh stood his ground, insisting that he was more than happy to help, so he could have your lasagne. You decided this was the only time Josh would actually willingly help you, so you took full advantage of it, getting him to chop the onions and other ingredients.

“(Y/N) I can’t. My eyes! I can’t see anything!” he cried out while chopping the onions.

This sent you into a fit of laughter. The onions had caused his eyes to sting, and he was now leaning over the sink, trying his best to wash them away. You moved over to help him.

“You’re meant to wash your hands before touching your eyes Josh”, you chided. With your onion-free hands, you reached up help him. He was finally able to open his eyes. He blinked them open, adjusting back to the light. It was only then you both realised how close you were. You cleared your throat, backing away slightly. You moved back to the stove, checking on the rest of the food. The rest of lunch, and the process of cooking it, went by rather uneventfully. Both of you ignored the little incident from before. You thought that something as small as that would not have even affected him anyway.

Night had fallen, and the sky had darkened considerably. You and Josh had had dinner, deciding to order to pizza, with the leftover lasagne tucked away in the fridge. You were on laptop in your bedroom, Skyping with Conor. Even though he was meant to be spending time with his family, he couldn’t help his excitement when it came to recording a new song. You were both going over your ideas for the video you wanted to film for the song you planned on covering together.

Your bedroom door opened while you were in the middle of laughing fit. Conor sometimes had pretty wild ideas. Looking up from your screen, you saw Josh stood in the doorway.

“C’mere”, you waved him over. “Conor and I were just talking video ideas.”

“Oh. You’re skyping? He’s only gone for two days, though”, Josh replied, his voice a little stiff as he joined you on your bed.

“JOSHY!” Conor’s voice came from your laptop.

“Sup, buddy?” Josh replied.

“Wait Josh is there too?” you heard Jack’s voice before he came onto the screen. “You guys having a party without me?”

“Are you two seriously skyping your roommates?” Anna questioned, poking her head in. “Hi (Y/N)! Hi Josh!”

You responded, continuing the conversation with the siblings for a while, before Anna left, followed shortly by Jack. The conversation slowly turned back to music and video ideas, picking up where you had left it earlier. You sensed Josh was starting to get uncomfortable, seeing how engrossed you and Conor were in your conversation. He mumbled a quick goodbye to Conor, getting off your bed and leaving your room.

After your skype call with Conor ended, you found Josh in his room, working on his latest video. “Hey!”, you entered his room, sitting on his bed.

In response, all you got was a soft murmur. Very unlike Josh. He would normally acknowledge you properly, even when he was busy.

“Josh?” you tried again, only to get another murmured response.

“Josh, what’s up?” you asked, moving closer to him.

“Nothing. I’m fine”, his voice was slightly clipped. “Had a good chat with Conor?” he asked a few seconds later, annoyance laced with his words.

You were left baffled at that. “Uh, I guess? Wasn’t all that productive to be honest”, you answered unsurely.

He huffed in response, not giving you any indication as to what the matter at hand was. You tried again, “Seriously Josh, what’s up?”

“I told you, nothing. Just leave me alone. Go back to Conor or something”, he bit.

His words hit right where it hurt, making you feel awful about yourself. You had both had a fun, relaxed afternoon earlier, so you didn’t know what you did to make upset him. You got up and headed for the door. As you got there, you turned around to face him. His eyes stayed glued to the screen in front of him, his face held an expression of stone, but one look at his eyes and you could something was up.

“Josh? Does this have anything to do with Conor?” you asked gently.

He tensed up, fists clenched at his sides. “Why would you think that?” he retorted, still not making eye contact with you.

“Well I don’t know, but you kinda just confirmed it right then.”

He let out a deep sigh, pushing his laptop onto the other side of the bed, and burying his head in his hands. You moved back to his bed, sitting down by side again. You let silence fall on you, waiting for him to speak.

“I don’t like you spending so much time with Conor!” he rushed out in a single breath.

“What?”

He took a deep breath before confessing. “I don’t like you spending so much time with him. I mean I know I don’t have any right to tell you who to hang out with and all, but I just don’t like it. I’m afraid.”

“Afraid of what?” you asked.

“Of him. Of you. I’m afraid you’ll fall for him, or he’ll fall for you. I mean I’m pretty certain he will soon enough, if he hasn’t already.”

You ignored the blush that was forming from that comment. “Why are you afraid of that?” you asked, already knowing the answer. He looked right into your eyes, holding your gaze with his own. The butterflies in your stomach took that as their cue to erupt.

“I think you know”, his voice was soft.

Shaking your head, you whispered, leaning ever so slightly to him. “I need you tell me.”

A nervous smile was beginning to grow on his face. “How ‘bout I show you?” his voice was barely audible.

Your eyes held a hint of a smile, as he leaned in towards you. You moved your head barely an inch, connecting your lips together. You were frozen slightly in shock, nerves taking over your body. Josh took the lead, guiding your mouth to move in sync with his. His hands travelled to your waist, one of them lowering to your bum. Your hands reached out to wrap around his neck, pulling yourself closer to him as he lifted you of the bed, and onto his lap.

Pulling away, you rested your forehead against his. “So that’s why you don’t want me spending time with Conor huh?” you teased.

“Just shut up and kiss me, will you?” he blushed.

A/N: MASTERLIST HERE

A Little Bit Of Help

Fandom: The Maze Runner
Pairing:
Gally x Reader
Warning:
just a little bit of skin
Summary/Request:
The reader gets hurt and being the only girl in the maz sucks when you need help because you can’t even do the simplest things on your own.

You’ve been in the glade for about a year now. Since you arrived in the box you’ve gone contrary to all expectations. You weren’t fragile or weak because of your gender instead you surprised everyone when your talent as a builder came through.

The most surprised had been a certain blonde keeper who’d never imagined that a girl would surpass his best men. But you did and you had earned the utmost respect of all the boys in the glade. Maybe that also was because you knocked out one intrusive lad when he grabbed your butt.

Even though you could obviously take care of yourself you still had a single room in the homestead where all the keepers were sleeping which you were glad for. Sometimes the boys could get too much.

However today had been your lucky day and you fell from one of the barns as you were fixing the leaking roof. After a whole afternoon of unconsciousness in the med-jack hut you were finally released to go to your own room with a damn broken arm and some bruised rip.

You sighed as you entered your room still in your dirty work clothes. Your arm was bandaged up causing it to take up the double of its usual size with the swelling and the bandage.

You let out a sigh as you sat down on your bed and pulled your shoes off your feet. Taking off your shoes was normally achieved in seconds but with just one arm the task was rather difficult.

After a few seconds of struggling you finally managed to free your feet and moved on to the next item. Your shirt.

You pulled on the hem with your one hand getting it halfway over your face but then it didn’t budge. With a huff you pulled it back down as you tried another way but after a while you resigned. There was no way you would get this off on your own.

Sighing you thought of just laying in your bed as you were but you quickly discarded that thought as you were all muddy and had grass stains all over your body. You would only get your bed all dirty.

“Okay, (Y/N). What should you do?” You debated with yourself. “You need help. So who should you get?”

Damn it, why did you have to be the only girl in the maze?

After a little while of thinking you finally stepped into the corridor of the homestead moving two doors ahead and stopping in front of the wooden barrier.

Before you could backtrack you had already knocked on the hard wood. You nearly were hoping that he wasn’t in his room. This would be really awkward and could change things between the two of you but he was the one you trusted most with this task.

You already turned away ready to go back to your room or move on to the next guy in line which you could trust in this damn glade.

“Oi, (Y/N). What’s up? Do you need anything?” The blonde guy asked quickly his eyes wandering over you in worry.

He hadn’t been there when you fell off but he somehow thought it was his fault that you had fallen. He felt responsible for you since he first saw you in the box and he should have been there to keep you from hurting yourself.

“Hi Gally. Erm- actually there is something I need..” You mumbled and he nearly didn’t hear you. “I erm- I…”

You trailed off not ending your request with your face glowing in a deep shade of red.

“C’mon. Spit it out you know I’ll help you with anything.” He told you and you gulped down your pride as you opened your mouth again.

“I-I can’t get my shirt off with this shucking thing.” You mumble quickly with your head facing the floor.

It’s silent for some time so you look up to see Gally’s face beet red. “I wouldn’t ask you if it wasn’t important but I don’t know who else to go to since there’s no other girl here.”

“O-Okay.” he stutters.

He follows you back to your room where you stop awkwardly in the middle before your bed where the oversized nightshirt and shorts are already lying on the mattress.

Both your faces are flushed in the deepest shades of red as he takes a step towards you and puts his hands on the hem of your shirt.

“Ready?” He asks and you nod. Your eyes meet for a brief second before he pulls the hem up and over your head.

After your head and unhurt arm are out of the shirt he gets to your bandaged arm becoming more careful as he stretches the fabric of your short sleeve to get your arm out without hurting you.

You watch him as he does the task trying his hardest to look only at your arm and not your exposed upper body.

“Done.” He mumbles when your hand is finally free of the dirty cloth and you smile. Gally’s head is a dark shade of red as his eyes graze over your body then and now.

“Could you maybe help me get on the new shirt too.” You ask and he nods as you hand him the oversized nightshirt which is much easier to get over the bandage.

Again he’s carefully not to hurt you as he pulls the shirt over your hurt arm first then you push your arm and head through the other holes. As he pulls the shirt down your body you can feel his knuckles graze the naked skin on your hips.

You shudder from his touch feeling a sensation you can’t remember to have ever felt before, especially not with Gally.

“Are you cold?” He asks totally oblivious to the fact that his touch caused the shivering rather than the cold air.

You nod anyway not wanting to make a fool out of yourself and he sends you a worried smile. “Then change your pants quickly and get under the covers.”

You smile at him as you go to open the button of your pant but then again with one hand it wasn’t as easy as usual so you just looked up at Gally again who sighed.

Butterflies erupted in the pit of your stomach as he quickly popped open the button and undid the fly then his fingers locked in the loops of your trousers and he pulled it down as the oversized shirt slipped down again covering you to mid thigh.

Without stopping he took the short off your bed and pulled it up your legs yet again his knuckles grazing your exposed skin causing you to shudder again.

“T-Thanks.” You muttered as he stood back up. Both your cheeks were tinted in the deepest shades of red as you both were embarrassed at what just happend.

“No problem. I told you I’d do anything for you, princess.” He told you before slipping out the door leaving you alone in your room with a whole bunch of new shucking feelings you didn’t know a thing about.


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The Porcelain Puppet

The porcelain puppet
She was nothing more than a Muppet
All stings attached
And never detached
A shell hard as ice
She didn’t have to think twice
Only follow the commands
Of the puppeteers hands
The porcelain puppet
As though murdered by a musket
You lost her from your clasp
And it’s something hard to grasp
Her pieces on the floor
Emotions seem to pour
She was empty, all but you
Who brought her life, but now it’s time to bid her adieu
She was simply battered
Until she shattered
The puppeteer
Sheds a tear
His hands no longer
Something to ponder
His talent is gone
Something he can’t repawn
The porcelain puppet
Cannot be replaced, on the market

-Cami Keeter

Remember

The pop and sizzle of cooking oil was loud enough to draw delighted squawks from Hayseed as he came sliding into the kitchen. Mako glanced up from the skillet to give him a warning frown. The scarecrow was far too flammable to be in the room when he was frying anything and he knew that. Peg leg clicked on the ground as he shuffled around, giving the farmer a wide berth. The frown followed until he was seated at the table. His fresh plate of hay was already laid out, a good mixture of thin, softer pieces and a few thicker ones. Mako didn’t quite see a difference, but Hayseed enjoyed the crunch, so he was happy to indulge him.

He tried not to think too much about Hayseed shoving pieces of hay into a concerningly human mouth. He’d tried not to think about a lot of things. The pictures in the attic still haunted him. He would look at Hayseed and see that smiling face, posing in front of the house. His house. Their house. He wanted to know. He needed to know what happened. The scarecrow was more than willing to let Mako’s hands roam over him during the day, trailing over long healed scars and fresh stitches. Toying with the ones holding his mask down. The farmer touched him and wondered how to even broach the subject.

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Couple’s Therapy for non-romantic Bleach pairs


As requested by anon. :)


Bleach characters have already gone individually to Tosen the Therapist. But what if Tosen (who is a therapist, you know) decided to do some therapy for non-romantic couples in the Bleachverse? How might that go?


1. Ryuken & Ishida

Tosen: Now, Uryu, why do you say that your father doesn’t support you?

Ishida: Uh, because he doesn’t? Ryuken never supported my Quincy activities! Never! He even told me I don’t have any talent, which is a blatant lie! All the while hiding the fact that HE’S a Quincy himself, the hypocrite!

Tosen: Is this accurate, Ryuken?

Ryuken: Yes it is.

Ryuken: What a bad father I am to not support my son becoming a Quincy, knowing as I did that becoming a Quincy might mean getting recruited into an evil army of evil dedicated to destroying the world and with a penchant for killing its recruits.

Ryuken: What a terrible, terrible father I am.

Ishida: Then why didn’t you just say THAT, rather than trying to crush my self-esteem beneath your heel?

Ryuken: Well frankly your tiny Quincy uniform annoyed the snot out of me.

Ishida: …

Tosen: We are making excellent progress here.


2. Nnoitra & Tesla

Tosen: Now, Tesla, why don’t you tell Nnoitra how you feel?

Tesla: Well…..I sorta feel like any time I try to help you, Nnoitra-sama, you beat me up and get really angry and that kinda hurts because I just want to help out and be a good fraccion!

Tosen: Nnoitra, what do you think about what Tesla has said?

Nnoitra: If you want to be a good fraccion, then stop with all that feelings shit! Otherwise I will BEAT YOUR FEELINGS OUT OF YOU, YOU WORM

Tesla: Y-yes, Nnoitra-sama!

Tosen: Tesla, what have I said about automatically agreeing to whatever Nnoitra says?

Tesla: B-but…

Nnoitra: Why the fuck did I agree to this, anyway?


3. Soi Fon & Urahara

Tosen: Okay, Soi Fon, for today’s session I want you to say just one nice thing about Urahara.

Urahara: Oh, excellent!

Soi Fon: …

Soi Fon: He’s so lazy that being in a box for a month didn’t really bother him.

Tosen: That’s not a compliment, Soi Fon.

Soi Fon: The people he sends on his barely explained fatal missions rarely die.

Tosen: Soi Fon…

Soi Fon: His hat distracts from how ugly his face is?

Tosen: Soi Fon no.


4. Giselle & Bambietta

Tosen: Bambietta, why don’t you describe in your own words what you see as the issue between you and Giselle?

Bambietta: She murdered me. Then she transformed me into her zombie slave. 

Giselle: But Bambi! You LOVE being my zombie slave!

Bambietta: I BEGGED you not to turn me into a zombie!

Giselle: I know! That’s what made it fun!

Tosen: …as  therapist I am not supposed to take sides, but


5. Loly & Orihime

Tosen: Loly, can you say more about why you were angry at Inoue?

Loly: Because she came in all high and mighty like she owned the place!

Orihime: I-I was kidnapped!

Loly: Yeah! And then you IMMEDIATELY got all snuggly with Aizen!

Orihime: H-he’s the one who kidnapped me!

Loly: Plus, she was always such a pacifist who refused to defend herself, and that PISSED ME OFF

Orihime: …

Orihime: Yeah, okay. So that maybe had a little bit to do with how angry it made you.

Loly: Really?

Orihime: Well….I knew fighting back would give you satisfaction, and I didn’t want to do that, so…

Loly: T-that’s so mean!

Orihime: I-is it? I-

Loly: It almost makes me like you a little!

Orihime: R-really?

Loly: Yeah!

Tosen: Whatever works, I guess.